Rise from the Ashes - Transcript - Part 3



February 22, 12:14 PM District Court Courtroom No. 9

Judge:

The court will now reconvene for the trial of Ms. Lana Skye.

Phoenix:

(Ema didn't come back...)

Edgeworth:

Allow me to call the next witness to the stand: the officer in charge of guarding the evidence room on the day of the crime. Witness, please state your name and occupation.

Marshall:

Me, pardner? Oh, I'm just a man, same as you, wanderin' the trails of civilization,

Edgeworth:

occasionally helping the elderly cross intersections when needed.

Judge:

Oh, I know! You're a "patrolman"!

Marshall:

As for my name, if you listen hard 'nuff, you can hear the howling wind calling it out.

Edgeworth:

To be exact, it's Jake Marshall... Your Honor.

Phoenix:

("Howling wind"...? I've never heard Edgeworth described that way before...)

Edgeworth:

Now, Mr. Marshall. Let me ask you something. You were in charge of guarding the evidence room on the day the crime took place. Is this correct?

Marshall:

According to the papers, pardner.

Judge:

What do you mean?

Marshall:

A desperado's soul is as boundless as the desert sands. No "paper" can sum it up.

Judge:

Maybe it's best we get on with this quickly. Please share with us your testimony of the day of the crime... in English!

Witness Testimony

- - Day of the Crime - -

Marshall:

My job was to keep a wary eye on that bone orchard. They said I was supposed to make rounds three times a day, but that ain't my style. Besides, the room's protected by two security systems, anyway. If I remember right, I was at a street-side saloon at the time it went down. I'm just an innocent travelin' man, so if you're out of ammo it's time I hit the trail.

Judge:

I can't say I particularly care for your attitude...

Marshall:

I can't say I care for your beard, but you don't see me complainin'.

Phoenix:

Wait a minute... What do you mean by "two security systems"?

Marshall:

I mean the security cameras and the ID card reader. I reckon even a cowpoke like you knows about those.

Phoenix:

Yes, well, what about the fingerprint activated locks inside the evidence room?

Marshall:

Fingerprint activated locks? What kind of new-fangled doohickeys are those?

Phoenix:

(He's not being very helpful...)

Edgeworth:

He's not that good with machines... or with following orders.

Marshall:

Everyone's got their weaknesses, now don't they, Mr. Prosecutor?

Judge:

This one seems like trouble. Okay Mr. Wright, he's all yours.

Cross Examination

- - Day of the Crime - -

Marshall:

My job was to keep a wary eye on that bone orchard.

Marshall:

They said I was supposed to make rounds three times a day, but that ain't my style.

Marshall:

Besides, the room's protected by two security systems, anyway.

Marshall:

If I remember right, I was at a street-side saloon at the time it went down.

Marshall:

I'm just an innocent travelin' man, so if you're out of ammo it's time I hit the trail.

Phoenix:

(Okay... I have a trump card up my sleeve, so I'd best keep my cool. Before I use it though, I'd better up the ante...)

Phoenix:

Officer Marshall. Doesn't it strike you as odd? That is, you being called in to testify like this?

Marshall:

...

Phoenix:

After all, you weren't in the security room at the time of the crime.

Marshall:

And yet you dragged me down here. Explain yourself, pardner.

Phoenix:

It's quite simple. You left a very large trail behind at the scene. Or, to be exact... a handprint.

Marshall:

Hmph! Listen real good, pardner. Like I said, I'm the caretaker of that crypt. I pay my respects... that is, make my rounds, about once a month. It's only natural my fingerprints would be in there.

Phoenix:

I only wish it were, Officer, but you see... your fingerprints were covered in blood!

Judge:

Witness! What's the meaning of this!? Your bloodstained fingerprints were at the crime scene...!?

Phoenix:

The blood was wiped away. However! A luminol test clearly revealed this! Well, Officer Marshall?

Marshall:

... It seems to me... there ain't a person in this room with a head on his shoulders.

Phoenix: !

Edgeworth:

I take it you have an explanation then, Officer Marshall? About the "bloodstained" fingerprints?

Judge:

Very well, you may begin your testimony about your fingerprints, found at the scene of the crime!

Witness Testimony

- - Bloodstained Fingerprints - -

Marshall:

Like I said, it's only natural for my fingerprints to be in that evidence room. One of them just happened to be at the same place as the bloodstained handprint. The murderer touched the locker where my fingerprint was by chance. The bloodstain and the fingerprint are completely unrelated. Or didn't you know the murderer was wearing gloves? See? I had nothing to do with it.

Judge:

Hmm... The witness's explanation appears valid, although there's room for doubt.

Marshall:

Life wouldn't be any fun without any doubt, pardner.

Judge:

The defense may now cross- examine the witness.

Phoenix:

(This guy's hiding something, I can feel it! Now's my chance to prove it.)

Cross Examination

- - Bloodstained Fingerprints - -

Marshall:

Like I said, it's only natural for my fingerprints to be in that evidence room.

Marshall:

One of them just happened to be at the same place as the bloodstained handprint.

Marshall:

The murderer touched the locker where my fingerprint was by chance.

Marshall:

The bloodstain and the fingerprint are completely unrelated.

Marshall:

Or didn't you know the murderer was wearing gloves?

Marshall:

Too bad it wasn't me in that video, right, pardner?

Phoenix:

(I can't let him squirm out of this one. I've got to find something, something decisive, to tie Officer Marshall to this crime!)

Phoenix:

Bringing our attention back to the security camera... is a mistake I'm afraid you'll soon not forget, Officer Marshall.

Marshall:

... The days are short in Texas... and so are our tempers. Could you sum up what you have to say in eight words or less?

Phoenix:

Very well. You can clearly be seen in this video!

Marshall:

Exactly eight words... Not bad, pardner.

Phoenix:

The key... lies in a certain locker shown in the video.

Judge:

See this locker that has a white cloth sticking out? This is the witness's locker.

Phoenix:

Now then, let's rewind the video a bit.

Judge:

Oh! The white cloth... it's gone! What's the meaning of this, Officer Marshall!?

Phoenix:

When the crime took place... The white cloth wasn't there. Then... it suddenly appeared! There's only one explanation: Officer Marshall! You were in the evidence room at the time of the crime! What's more, you opened your locker when the camera was turned away!

Judge:

Order! Order! It would seem that's the only-

Marshall:

Hold your horses! Sorry, pardner... but you got the wrong man.

Phoenix:

...

Marshall:

So what if my locker was opened? That doesn't mean I'm the one who opened it!

Edgeworth:

...

Marshall:

The murderer needed to hide something, so he opened a locker and stuck it in. It's not my fault he happened to choose mine!

Judge:

...

Marshall:

... Why's everyone staring at me like I'm a wanted man?

Phoenix:

(This guy isn't just playing dumb... He really doesn't know!) Uh, I hate to rain on your parade, but you're the only person who can open that particular locker.

Marshall:

Oh yeah? I call your bluff. You say I opened that locker... Now prove it!

Marshall:

A... "fingerprint" sensor?

Phoenix:

We talked about this earlier today. The lockers can only be opened by the detectives they belong to.

Marshall:

W-what kinda crazy talk is this!?

Phoenix:

(Well, Detective Gumshoe did mention something about this...)

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Gumshoe:

In any case, the locks aren't that obvious. There's even some people in the force that don't know about the fingerprint locks!

-

Phoenix:

So, sheriff! What do you have to say... in eight words or less?

Marshall:

I only got one word for you, pardner. NOOOOOO!!!

Judge:

Order! Order! Order! Witness! Explain yourself!

Marshall:

If this is a joke, it's the worst I've ever heard...

Phoenix:

I assure you this is no joke, Officer Marshall. Now then, please tell us what you were doing in the evidence room at the time of the crime?

Marshall:

...

Judge:

Olé! Please answer the question!

Phoenix:

(What is he now, a bullfighter?) That's alright, Officer Marshall. I believe we can figure the rest out from here.

Judge:

We can?

Phoenix:

Have a look at these floor plans. There is no place for someone to hide in the evidence room. Yet, Officer Meekins didn't see Officer Marshall.

Judge:

If that's so, then... where was the witness?

Edgeworth:

It seems Mr. Wright has an answer.

Phoenix:

(That's right. The only possible conclusion!)

Judge:

Well then? Let's hear it. Where was Officer Marshall at the time of the crime?

Phoenix:

Officer Marshall was standing right here!

Judge:

There? But that's... That's where the victim, Detective Goodman, was! Correct... unless the man wasn't Detective Goodman. I believe the "victim" in the video is... Officer Marshall! It was you, dressed up like Detective Goodman!

Edgeworth:

But that's preposterous! Officer Meekins witnessed the detective at the crime scene! Once he saw the man's face, he'd know for sure!

Phoenix:

May I point out though, that Officer Meekins did not know Detective Goodman. He also testified about the man's reaction when confronted.

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Meekins:

When I entered the evidence room, I asked him to show his card, sir!

-

Phoenix:

Yes? And how did Detective Goodman respond?

Meekins:

He suddenly pulled a knife on me!

-

Phoenix:

Something about the Officer's story puzzled me. If the man had his ID card, why didn't he just show it?

Judge:

Yes, he would have needed it to enter the evidence room, so he must have been carrying it.

Phoenix:

The answer is simple. He couldn't show it.

Edgeworth: !

Phoenix:

As you can see, Detective Goodman's picture is on his ID card.

Judge:

Oh, I get it.

Phoenix:

If he showed that, his cover would have been blown! Officer Meekins would have realized the man wasn't Detective Goodman. Do you have anything to say to this, Officer Marshall?

Marshall:

... You've got quite an imagination, pardner. We got a term for that. It's called "circumstantial evidence."

Phoenix:

Circumstantial evidence...? (He's still denying it!)

Marshall:

You're gonna have to do better than that to break a detective. Unless you have hard evidence proving I dressed up as the victim...

Judge:

Hmm... I can't say I particularly care for your uncooperative disposition...

Marshall:

I can't say I care for your beard, but you don't see me complainin'.

Judge:

Well, Mr. Wright? Do you have any evidence? Any evidence proving beyond the shadow of a doubt that Officer Marshall dressed up as the victim?

Phoenix:

Well... (Who am I kidding? I don't have anything like that...)

Marshall:

I can see the fear in your eyes, pardner. Seems you're the one who couldn't take the desert heat!

Phoenix:

Ack! (This can't be happening! It's so obvious he's the one! What can I do...?)

Edgeworth:

... Hmph. It looks like your lack of experience has finally been exposed.

Phoenix: !

Edgeworth:

I'll pass onto you what someone told me when I was just starting out. When you've run into a wall with no place to go, return to the basics.

Phoenix:

The basics... (For me, that would be what Mia used to tell me!)

Nick! Try thinking outside of the box!

Phoenix:

(I shouldn't look for proof that Officer Marshall was in disguise ... but rather I should look for evidence that came about because he was in disguise !)

Edgeworth:

Why do you think this locker was opened in the first place?

Judge:

What do you mean?

Edgeworth:

There's no reason for Officer Marshall to open his locker at the time of the crime. Yet he did, despite the chance that it might be discovered later as it has been.

Phoenix:

(Which means he didn't originally plan to open his locker...!)

Judge:

According to the defense's argument, Officer Jake Marshall dressed up as Detective Goodman at the time of the crime. Then, after the crime was "committed," he opened his own locker for some unknown reason.

Edgeworth:

The fact that a white " cloth " is sticking out of the locker seems to indicate that he opened it in order to put the cloth inside.

Judge:

So... just what exactly is this piece of cloth ?

Phoenix:

Perhaps... Perhaps the video is the key to all our unanswered questions. (I don't have any evidence, so this video's my only shot!)

Marshall:

...

Judge:

Very well. Let's take yet another look at the security tape. After commiting the crime, the witness opened the locker to put away the white cloth. Please show us why the witness had to open his locker!

Phoenix: For some reason, you disguised yourself as Detective Goodman, and entered the evidence room. I don't know what that reason was... yet.

Marshall:

"Yet"?

Phoenix:

However, something unexpected happened. Officer Meekins barged in on you. When asked to show your ID card, you pulled a knife on him. However! Officer Meekins panicked, and the white coat you were wearing was soiled with blood !

Judge:

A bloody white coat...

Phoenix:

You couldn't just walk out like that, so you hid the coat in your locker.

Marshall:

... Not bad, huh "pardner"?

Judge:

Now then, Officer Marshall. Are you ready to tell us the truth?

Marshall:

Looks like I underestimated y'all. I hope you're happy now, Mr. Edgeworth.

Edgeworth:

...

Marshall:

Two years ago... if you were only half as persistent then as you are today, we all wouldn't have to be here, now would we?

Phoenix:

Officer Marshall! Tell the court what you did... all of it.

Marshall:

Alright. It seems the time has come.

Witness Testimony

- - Marshall's Confession - -

Marshall:

I had to do it that day. I couldn't just stand by and let it die. I stole the detective's ID and dressed like him. I planned to take out the evidence. I wasn't expecting Officer Meekins. I knocked him out... and managed to escape. I knew which areas wouldn't be caught on the camera. There wasn't any murder in the evidence room at 5:15.

Judge:

So the supposed "victim" was really you...

Edgeworth:

But there's one thing I still don't understand. Large quantities of blood traces were found on the floor of the evidence room. If no one was murdered, then how could that be?

Marshall:

Officer Meekins managed to cut his own hand. My guess is he's the donor.

Phoenix:

(It looked like too much blood for that...)

Cross Examination

- - Marshall's Confession - -

Marshall:

I had to do it that day. I couldn't just stand by and let it die.

Marshall:

I stole the detective's ID and dressed like him. I planned to take out the evidence.

Marshall:

I wasn't expecting Officer Meekins. I knocked him out...

Marshall:

and managed to escape. I knew which areas wouldn't be caught on the camera.

Marshall:

There wasn't any murder in the evidence room at 5:15.

Marshall:

I can't just forget the SL-9 Incident... You know why?

Phoenix:

(I had a feeling we'd wind up here sooner or later... Everyone involved here is related in some way to that case... I'd better take another look at the files.)

Phoenix:

Officer Marshall, I think I understand. I think I know why you care so much about the SL-9 Incident.

Marshall:

Sounds like you've been sipping too much cactus juice, pardner.

Phoenix:

I have the SL-9 Incident file here. The name "Marshall" is mentioned in here...

Marshall: !

Phoenix:

in a list of murder victims. "Neil Marshall"... Are you related to this man?

Edgeworth:

Neil Marshall...?

Marshall:

Yeah, I'm sure you've heard the name. Two years ago... he received the same lousy prosecutor award you got.

Judge:

What!? A prosecutor...?

Phoenix:

(He must be talking about the King of Prosecutors award.)

Edgeworth:

Now I remember... Prosecutor Neil Marshall. He handled the SL-9 case before I did.

Marshall:

That's right. He was killed... and the case fell into your hands.

Judge:

But what's his relation to you...?

Marshall:

He was my brother. He was investigating the murders with Damon Gant, Chief Detective at the time. The group of detectives I was part of worked under them. We were desperate to prosecute the killer. Joe Darke... My brother fought Darke and was killed. That was the first time Darke left behind any evidence. That was all we needed. He was arraigned and incarcerated. The case was finally closed... at least, according to the public records.

Judge:

What do you mean?

Marshall:

My brother couldn't have been killed by Joe Darke. I knew my brother better than anyone... No one could have beaten him in a fight.

Edgeworth:

And that's it? That's your reason for your insane actions?

Marshall:

There's more to my brother's death than what the records say. No matter how much you try to hide it, you can't fool me.

Edgeworth:

...

Judge:

Well... at least one thing's for certain. Now we know what happened at the Police Department on the day of the crime.

Edgeworth:

That was the last day the SL-9 case could be reopened. Not satisfied with its resolution, Officer Marshall planned to steal the evidence.

Phoenix:

Disguising himself as Detective Goodman, he entered the evidence room. Officer Meekins confronted him, so he rendered him unconscious and fled.

Edgeworth:

Yes, this mystery has finally been cleared up. No murder took place at the Police Department that day!

Phoenix: !

Edgeworth:

The things that happen by chance never cease to amaze... At exactly the same time as the murder at the Prosecutor's Office... this fake murder was going on at the Police Department.

Phoenix:

(Chance...? It's got to be more than just that...)

Judge:

So if no one was murdered at the Police Department on the day of the crime, that means the murder in the Prosecutor's Office's parking lot was the real one.

Edgeworth:

Which, in turn, means... only one person could have committed the crime: Chief Prosecutor Lana Skye.

Phoenix:

B-but wait! A verdict wasn't reached in yesterday's trial!

Edgeworth:

Which is why we examined the incident at the Police Department today.

Phoenix:

But...!

Edgeworth:

There's only one reason the defendant was not convicted yesterday: there yet remained the mystery of the simultaneous murder at the Police Department.

Marshall:

It seems to me... this boy's got the draw on you, pardner.

Edgeworth:

All the mysteries at the Police Department have been uncovered. No contradictions remain. The murder took place at the Prosecutor's Office! The only suspect is Lana Skye. There were no errors in the testimony of the witness, Angel Starr! If you have a response... make it one word or less.

Phoenix:

... ARRRGHHHH!!!

Edgeworth:

I rest my case.

Judge:

It seems this trial has reached its conclusion. There's no room for doubt.

Edgeworth:

Well done, Mr. Wright. Thanks to you, I didn't need to waste my time... disproving the alleged "murder" at the Police Department.

Phoenix:

(There's no doubt what I proved today is true... The apparent murder on the security camera's tape really was fake! But I didn't realize... that would end up proving Lana guilty!)

Judge:

Now then, the time for the verdict has arrived. This court finds the defendant...



Ema:

Y-your Honor! Wait!

Phoenix:

Ema!

Ema:

The defense has an objection. A scientific objection! Right?

Phoenix:

What do you mean, "right?"

Judge:

Mr. Wright. Are you this girl's guardian?

Phoenix:

Your Honor! Oh, uh... in a sense...

Ema:

Please, Your Honor. All I'm asking is for a minute of your time! Please hear me out! Mr. Edgeworth, please...

Edgeworth:

... I don't want to leave any loose ends. You want a minute? I'll give you three.

Ema:

I... I was kind of in shock. I mean, finding out that the SL-9 incident referred to the Joe Darke Killings!

Phoenix:

(Now that she mentions it... the names of both Skye sisters were in that file.)

Ema:

But that's when I figured it out. I mean, what Officer Marshall was trying to do that day... So I knew his fingerprint had nothing to do with the crime. That left only one thing... the other handprint!

Edgeworth:

You mean the traces of blood found on Detective Gumshoe's locker...

Judge:

But no fingerprints were found on it, right?

Ema:

No, but I figured if I examined it scientifically... I'd be sure to find a clue! So I ran over there and looked at it again!

Phoenix: ! So did you find something?

Ema:

Um... No!

Phoenix:

Huh?

Ema:

Sorry. I guess I'm not much of a scientific investigator after all.

Phoenix:

...

Ema:

...

Phoenix:

Um... Is that all?

Ema:

Please don't be mad. I'm just a high school student!

Phoenix:

(And I'm just an attorney...)

Ema:

But Mr. Wright! Those traces of blood are the only clue we have! If we can't find something wrong with them... Please, Mr. Wright. You're a professional. If anyone can save Lana, it's you!

Phoenix:

Me? Oh boy...

Judge:

Time's up. Now then, Mr. Wright. With regard to the incident at the Police Department... Does any reasonable doubt remain?

Phoenix:

Um...

Edgeworth:

It appears the defense is troubled by the other blood mark. Looking at the floor plans, a handprint was discovered around here. Is there a problem with this?

Ema:

Mr. Wright! I'm sorry I can't be of more use... But still! If you can't find anything wrong with that blood mark, Lana will be...

Judge:

Please answer my question, Mr. Wright. We don't have all day.

Phoenix:

Y-yes, Your Honor. (If ever I've needed to concentrate, it's now! What could be wrong with that handprint on Detective Gumshoe's locker? Could there be something I'm missing...?)

Phoenix:

This handprint left at the crime scene... clearly shows a contradiction!

Edgeworth:

The only thing that seems clear is you're grasping, Mr. Wright.

Judge:

You've been staring pretty intently at those floor plans. Tell me... is there a problem with them?

Phoenix:

... (Yes, this is strange...!) Take a good look at these floor plans. Something is missing.

Edgeworth:

"Missing"...? You mean, something hasn't been drawn on there?

Phoenix: Yes. Something that, when drawn, will completely change the meaning of the blood mark!

Judge:

Let us pray the defense isn't simply trying to buy time. Very well, Mr. Wright!

Phoenix:

(With all this evidence here... there's got to be something I can use!)

Judge:

The question is... which item can prove something is missing in the floor plans?

Marshall:

What about that piece of plywood?

Phoenix:

The Blue Badger! Mascot of the police force! Defender of truth, guardian of proof!

Edgeworth:

Explain yourself, Mr. Wright.

Phoenix:

Please look at the floor plans of the crime scene. The Blue Badger is not here.

Marshall:

So?

Phoenix:

So watch what happens when we put him in. This is where he was dancing at the time of the crime. Well...?

Judge:

Well... what?

Edgeworth: ! *gasp!*

Phoenix:

That's right. So long as the Blue Badger is dancing here... it would be impossible... to place a handprint at this spot on the locker!

Marshall:

Whaaaaat!?

Judge:

So that means... Uh... just exactly what does that mean!?

Phoenix:

It means it can't be done!

Judge:

What are you saying? Blood traces were undeniably found on that locker!

Phoenix:

Don't look at me, I didn't put it there!

Ema:

Mr. Wright! Think it through scientifically!

Phoenix:

Ema!

Ema:

On that afternoon... Officer Meekins was the one who brought the Blue Badger to the evidence room, right? After he put it down, it would be impossible to leave a handprint on that locker.

Phoenix:

...! So that must mean this blood mark... was left there before the Blue Badger was brought in...?

Judge:

Just one moment! I will not allow such farfetched balderdash in my courtroom!

Phoenix:

It may sound farfetched, Your Honor... but it's the only possible explanation! On February 21st... in the Police Department's evidence room... blood was spilled not once, but twice!

Edgeworth:

B-but how...!

Phoenix:

One time was captured on this tape, taken by the security camera. Officer Meekins cut his hand, from which a trivial amount of blood fell. The problem is... the "other" time. Someone bled prior to the struggle shown on this tape. It had to have been... Detective Goodman, when he was really murdered!

Edgeworth:

That's ridiculous! I refute you!

Phoenix:

The murder portrayed in the security tape has been proven to be a fake. However! That does not explain the blood mark found on the locker!

Edgeworth:

So then... assuming this "murder" you purport really happened. When did it take place!? I demand you show evidence that proves it occurred!

Phoenix:

(When did the first incident occur...)

Judge:

To surmise, the defense claims that... prior to Officer Meekins being cut by Jake Marshall, who was disguised as Detective Goodman, another "incident" took place in that evidence room.

Phoenix:

The blood mark on the locker proves this.

Judge:

Very well. Then tell us... When did this "first" incident occur? Proof must be presented.

Phoenix:

(Proof that shows when the murder took place... There's only one piece of evidence that can show that!)

Judge:

Now then. Will the defense please present its evidence? What shows when the "first" crime took place?

Phoenix:

If the crime took place inside the evidence room, then the perpetrator would had to have entered the room. In order to do so, an ID card is required.

Judge:

An ID card... Oh! The ID Card Record!

Phoenix:

Officer Meekins brought the Blue Badger panel into the evidence room at...

Judge:

Let's see here... 4:50 PM. If the crime took place before that time, then it would be... 4:40 PM... Ah! AAAAAAAHHH! M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Miles Edgeworth! Just what have you done!?

Marshall:

I never figured you had nerve, boy.

Edgeworth:

Put off the act, witness. It doesn't take a lot of thought to figure out it couldn't have been me.

Marshall:

Hmm... Nope, I ain't gettin' it...

Judge:

Hmm... I'm afraid I don't understand either.

Edgeworth:

It's clear from the luminol test that blood was there. However, when the "second" crime took place... both Officer Meekins and Officer Marshall failed to notice the blood.

Phoenix:

That means... the blood from the first crime was wiped away... by the real murderer.

Edgeworth:

I would have had just ten minutes to murder the victim, carry his body away, and clean up the blood... Unfortunately that's physically impossible.

Judge:

That would mean... the crime must have taken place before Mr. Edgeworth entered the evidence room.

Phoenix:

Let's look at the chart again. There's only one other card number remaining: "7777777"!

Marshall:

Talk about a lucky number...

Judge:

But wait... That doesn't make sense! How could Officer Goodman have entered the evidence room?

Phoenix:

Since there's no record of his card being used beforehand... he must have entered along with the real murderer. That's the only plausible explanation. He went in with "7777777"!

Judge:

Mr. Edgeworth! Please look into this ASAP! Find out whose ID number is "sevensevensevensevensevensevensevenseven"!

Edgeworth:

That's one "seven" too many, Your Honor. Unfortunately... I'm unable to look up the owner of that ID card. At least, at present.

Phoenix:

What!?

Marshall:

Explain yourself, son.

Edgeworth:

The ID number "7777777" belongs to someone with a rank of Captain or higher... Someone who is a so-called "executive officer." We don't have the authority to inquire into such a person's identity.

Phoenix:

But that's ridiculous! Just how...

Edgeworth:

I'm not finished talking, Mr. Wright. There is one situation in which we can be granted such authority.

Judge:

If an official charge filed against an executive is accepted.

Phoenix:

An "official charge"...

Marshall:

You're all alike, aren't you? With your "cover-ups" and your "forgeries"... That's how the Prosecutor's Office operates!

Edgeworth:

I take pride in my work, Officer Marshall. I would appreciate it if you would keep your slander to yourself.

Marshall:

"Slander," is it? Okay. Let me ask a question.

Edgeworth:

Yes?

Marshall:

No, not to you. To her, the defendant sitting over there. Your own little "executive."

Phoenix:

(L-Lana?)

Edgeworth:

Don't be stupid. She's been charged with murder. Of course we've looked up her ID number... and it's not "7777777."

Marshall:

Don't play me for a fool, pardner. That's not what I want to ask. All I want to know is one thing... about that incident.

Judge:

The SL-9 Incident?

Marshall:

Answer me this, Chief Prosecutor! In that trial two years ago... Did you really only use legitimate evidence!?

Edgeworth:

Do you need the witness to repeat his question, Chief Prosecutor?

Lana:

I heard him fine, Mr. Edgeworth.

Edgeworth:

Two years ago... I was in charge of the prosecution for that trial. At the time, we...

Lana:

Occasionally... we felt the powerlessness of the law. At least... I did.

Phoenix:

...!

Ema:

L-Lana...

Lana:

I became a prosecutor in order to suppress crime with the law. But before I realized it, we were the ones being suppressed by the law.

Judge:

Defendant! Just what are you saying!?

Marshall:

I'll ask you again, Chief Prosecutor. During that trial two years ago... did you really present all the evidence in court? Can you look me, an investigator in that crime, in the eye and say that you did?

Judge:

Chief Prosecutor! You didn't...

Lana:

... I don't have to, Officer Marshall.

Edgeworth: ! Why don't you answer him!?

Lana:

Drastic crimes require drastic measures... That's just the way it is. We did what we had to... in order for him to get the verdict he deserved.

Ema:

But Lana!

Lana:

Even if it involved "forging" evidence.

Marshall:

See? That's what I'm talking about.

Edgeworth:

No... NNNNOOOOOOO!!!

Judge:

Order! Order! Order! ORDERRRRR!!!

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Lana's remarks caused such a stir... the chaos in the courtroom could not be quelled. The conclusion of the trial... would have to wait until the following day...

To be continued.