Episode 3
Recipe for Turnabout
Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. This case is extremely clear. I see no room for misinterpretation of the facts.
I-It wasn't me! I swear it wasn't me!
Judge:
The evidence and testimony we have seen and heard are conclusive! The victim was alone at his table when he drank from that poisoned cup of coffee.
No! You're wrong! I know what I saw...! I saw... I saw...! I saw someone else there! A man. He's the real killer! Why won't anyone believe me?
Payne:
Well... I'd say that pretty much wraps this case up, wouldn't you... ...Mr. Wright!?
Judge:
This court finds the defendant...
Guilty
Judge:
The court is adjourned.
January 6, 10:03 AM
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Maya:
Ahh! The start of the new year always makes me feel like I can take on the whole world!
Phoenix:
I bet it does, Maya.
Maya:
So! I've decided that our resolution should be... Zvarri! "Take on the world!" What do you think?
Phoenix:
Sure, whatever, Maya... But I think maybe you've had more than enough mistletoe cake.
Maya:
Never! You've got to eat a lot of cake during New Year's! It's practically a tradition! Like watching the fireworks on TV or playing a board Game.
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HEY, PAL!
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe...
Maya:
Happy New Year, Detective!
Gumshoe:
Uh... likewise... NOW LISTEN UP, WRIGHT! I WANNA...
Maya:
Here's to another fruitful year of lawyer-police cooperation!
Gumshoe:
Um... Yeah... Me too... ALRIGHT, PAL! YOU'VE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO...
Maya:
Have you got a holiday present for me, Detective?
Gumshoe:
A what? Well... I, um... Here, have this. It-It's really nothing much, but...
Maya:
Yay! Thanks!
Gumshoe:
LOOK, PAL, WE NEED TO HAVE A TALK. TAKE A SEAT!
Maya:
Hey! What about Pearly? You haven't forgotten her present, have you?
Gumshoe:
Ah... N-No... I mean, yes... I mean, no... Are you doing this on purpose?
Maya:
Ha ha, guess I'm busted. How did you like my first practical joke of the year?
Gumshoe:
Very funny, pal. Now let's see how funny you think it is when I show you this!
Phoenix:
What is it? A magazine?
Maya:
Hey, I wanna see! "Deadly Poisoning Brings Guilty Verdict. Defense Attorney Wright Trounced."
Phoenix:
Tr-Trounced!? Let me see that! "The defense attorney gave an almost childishly amateur performance yesterday..." What the heck is this!?
Gumshoe:
It's a report, pal. About you!
Maya:
Listen to this! "Mr. Wright must take full responsibility for the ruling in this case."
Gumshoe:
WELL!? And don't tell me you don't remember anything about it!
Phoenix:
But I don't remember anything about it! When was that issue from anyway?
Gumshoe:
Umm... December of last year, which I guess makes it last month.
Maya:
Which makes it old news, you mean.
Phoenix:
But I wasn't involved in a poisoning case in December!
Maya:
Hmm, so what do you think this is all about, Nick?
Gumshoe:
If it wasn't you, pal, then that leaves only one possibility...
Maya:
No way. You don't mean...
Phoenix:
A pho...
Maya:
A phony Nick!?
Phoenix:
(This must be Gumshoe's idea of a joke. Guess he's starting off the year with one, too...)
Magazine Clipping added to the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
SO! What are you gonna do about it, pal!?
Phoenix:
What do you mean, what am I going to do about it?
Maya:
Well, it's your fault that the judge found the defendant guilty in this case!
Phoenix:
My fault!? How do you figure that?
Maya:
Because THE Phoenix Wright is super famous now! Well, maybe only sort of...
Gumshoe:
Yeah. See what happens when you hotshots start getting too full of yourselves?
Phoenix:
(But I didn't do anything wrong! ...At least, not that I can remember...)
Gumshoe:
You better make this right, pal. Now! And that means taking the case back to court. Got it?
Maya:
Sounds like we've got our first case of the new year! Let's tackle it with gusto!
Phoenix:
I don't know... The judge already issued a guilty verdict once in this case. It's not going to be easy to get it overturned.
Maya:
... I guess that New Year's resolution is going to have to wait until next year.
Gumshoe:
So you're taking the case, right!? Good! I'm gonna head over to the courthouse then. After that, I'll go back to the precinct. Drop by if you need something, OK pal!?
Phoenix:
(I guess people are starting to know the name, "Phoenix Wright". If a client entrusted a case to me based on my reputation... I guess I am kind of responsible. But why would someone want to impersonate me? What sort of a guy would do that?)
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Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me. ...Actually, I've neglected them for so long that they're covered in a layer of dust. I guess I should at least pretend to read them once in a while.
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Phoenix:
Charley. A quite decorative plant. He's sort of a keepsake... something to remember Mia by. Sure, the office is a mess, but I never forget to water this little fella.
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Phoenix:
It's my desk. I don't get to use it much, so it's still super neat and tidy from when Pearls cleaned it.
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Phoenix:
An old movie poster. Apparently, this was the first movie that made Mia cry when she saw it, a long time ago. Maya watched it recently, and said she cried all night, too! ...Which, I guess, is why it's back up on the wall. I have to check it out one of these days.
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Phoenix:
There is a giant building just outside the window. It's the Gatewater Hotel, a high-class, luxury hotel. The chain is getting so rich that they bought a whole chunk of the next town over... ...and started building a huge theme park. It's going to be called "Gatewater Land". ...I wonder if that bellboy is going to send me a greeting card this year, too?
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Maya:
So, what's our first move?
Phoenix:
I guess we go down to the detention center and talk--
Maya:
Wait a sec, Nick. This person's behind bars because of you. Whoever it is isn't going to be jumping at the chance to meet you, right?
Phoenix:
Hey, hey! Let's get one thing straight. It wasn't me, it was a fake me that did this!
Maya:
Hmm, I wonder if he looks exactly like you... Your phony, Xin Eohp, I mean.
Phoenix:
(I hope not. *shudder* ...And what kind of name for an evil double is Xin Eohp anyway!?)
Maya:
Ah! Nick! I've got it!
Phoenix:
If you're going to ask whether I've got a twin brother, the answer is no.
Maya:
...Spoilsport.
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Maya:
Did you notice Gumshoe was acting weirder than usual, or was it just me?
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Maya:
I mean, he was really worked up. Like a guy who's just found out he's going to be a dad or something.
Phoenix:
Yeah, I guess he was acting kind of strange.
Maya:
Maybe he realized he's got strong feelings for you, Nick!
Phoenix:
... Considering how we interact, I seriously doubt that, Maya...
Maya:
Well, if he wasn't nervous because of you...
Phoenix:
...then maybe it's because of our new guilty client?
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| Attorney's Badge
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Maya:
So you've still got that badge, I see.
Phoenix:
Huh!? Well, I'm a lawyer, aren't I?
Maya:
Yeah, but I guess I just didn't think you'd keep on being one for this long. You have to admit, you've had some close brushes with death because of your job.
Phoenix:
(...I fail to see how being a lawyer is more dangerous than channeling dead people.)
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Maya:
I can't believe you've got an impersonator.
Phoenix:
I can't either. *sigh*
Maya:
Aww, but look on the bright side. Only famous stars have people impersonating them!
Phoenix:
This isn't funny, Maya. It's not just an impersonation. This guy stole my identity! And someone may have been wrongly convicted as a result.
Maya:
...Guess you should've gone into showbiz, huh, Nick?
Phoenix:
(...*sigh* I will never understand how your mind works, Maya.)
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Phoenix:
So? How's your spirit medium training going?
Maya:
Well... I stand under the rushing waters of the shower head every day.
Phoenix:
...That's called "taking a shower". What happened to the rushing waters of a waterfall?
Maya:
Well, I'm kind of taking a break... I'm having a bit of trouble right now, you know?
Phoenix:
(Last year's incident must still be on her mind... I haven't seen Maya train at all since that time. I think Mia said it's because Maya's at a loss these days...)
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Phoenix:
Mia helped me out in court again last time.
Maya:
It's so cool that you get to meet my sis like that.
Phoenix:
Yeah...
Maya:
We mediums lose consciousness when we're channeling, so I don't get to see my sis...
Phoenix:
...I never really thought about it that way. Hey! If you want to meet Mia... ...why don't we just have Pearls call her?
Maya:
No... I couldn't do that. I'd be too worried about her.
Phoenix:
(I guess Maya's got all sorts of things to think about, too. ...Despite her immaturity saying otherwise.)
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Maya:
So you still can't remember anything about Godot, huh?
Phoenix:
I already told you. I have no idea who he is, let alone why he dislikes me so much.
Maya:
Well he sure seems to have a problem with you for some reason. You'd better watch your back, Nick. Coffee lovers can be quite bitter.
Phoenix:
You're just making that up, Maya!
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Maya:
Digging up an old case that's already been ruled on... That's not like Gumshoe, is it?
Phoenix:
No. He barely manages to stay on top of the cases in front of him.
Maya:
Yeah, he's always busy, and gets dirt pay. I mean, look at that dusty old coat he wears!
Phoenix:
(Did you mean he "gets paid dirt" or do you really think they pay him in gravel?)
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Phoenix:
Do you know anything about this, Maya?
Maya:
Hmm... Even someone as worldly-wise as me doesn't know everything about everything, Nick. So I, the great Maya, am sad to say I can't tell you much about this object.
Phoenix:
(A simple yes or no, Maya... It's not as if you had to give me a dissertation...)
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Phoenix:
Do you know anything about this person?
Maya:
Hmm... Even someone as worldly-wise as me doesn't know everything about everyone, Nick. So I, the great Maya, am sad to say I can't tell you much about this individual.
Phoenix:
(A simple yes or no, Maya... It's not as if you had to give me a dissertation...)
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January 6
Police Station
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Maya:
It's been ages since we came down to the precinct, huh, Nick?
Phoenix:
Looks like Gumshoe isn't around.
Maya:
He's got it so easy, leaving everyone else to do the work!
Phoenix:
No, he's been out there somewhere. My bet is on the courthouse. He's probably trying to arrange the retrial of this case.
Maya:
Guess that means we should go to the detention center and chat with our killer, huh?
Phoenix:
After being convicted without a fair trial, I'm not sure killer is the right label...
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Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Detective:
"Don't die running a red light. Die the old-fashioned way -- of old age!" We have a winner! Inject a bit of humor, that's the key.
Phoenix:
... He must be coming up with slogans for a safety campaign. ...I guess?
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Phoenix:
These are the detectives' desks. There are computers and files on each one. Funny, they're a lot tidier than I expected. I guess the detectives don't spend a lot of time at their desks.
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Phoenix:
A poster of a female police officer... Wait, no. That's the latest "Babes in Uniform" calendar. My bad.
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Phoenix:
This must be the chief of the detectives here. He's glued to his computer screen.
Chief:
WHAT! Mask☆DeMasque turned up at the bank? What's he doing!? "Hands up, you scalawags!" "You're under arrest!" Hey! That's our job!
Phoenix:
(Looks like Ron DeLite's opted for a new career.)
Detective:
Quit surfing the net, Chief!
Chief:
S-Sorry... I was just, um...
Phoenix:
(Things feel pretty tense in here...)
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Maya:
Hey, that's the police mascot, isn't it? It's so cute!
Chief:
That's the "Blue Badger". It was my idea! I made it! And now, it's the national symbol of the police force!
Phoenix:
So what's with the pink one? It's new, right?
Maya:
She's not an "it", Nick. She's a "she", right Chief?
Chief:
Yup. Meet the "Pink Badger".
Maya:
So one's called "Blue", and the other's called "Pink", but they're both called "Badger"?
Chief:
You got it! They're both married.
Maya:
Umm... Mr. & Mrs. Badger seem to be cuffed together, Chief.
Chief:
You got it! That's marriage for you!
Phoenix:
(Whoa... A mascot that's deeper than the deepest of deep oceans...)
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January 6
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Maya:
This is so nerve-wracking, waiting to meet our new client. I wonder just what kind of person you tricked and got found guilty...?
Phoenix:
K-Keep it down, Maya! That kind of talk could ruin me!
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Aaaaaaaah! How could you, Mr. Wright!? How could you do this to me!? They put me in solitary! I haven't been able to stop crying.
Phoenix:
A-Aren't... you...
???:
Yes, I am! I am totally and utterly let down!
Maya:
Aah! You're... Are you...?
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Don't pretend you don't know me! It's me, Maggey, remember!? Maggey Byrde!
Phoenix:
Maggey Byrde... Ah!
Phoenix:
(Maggey Byrde... She's the policewoman I defended that one time. She was accused of murdering her lover. He was a cop, too.)
Phoenix:
What are you doing in here!? Didn't I get you acquitt--
Byrde:
Oh, sure! Very funny! After that fifth-rate defense job, you come in here and start making jokes!?
Maya:
You better hurry up and tell her what happened, Nick.
Byrde:
O-Oh... I see...
Phoenix:
So that's where we stand right now.
Maya:
I'm sorry you've been caught up in another murder...
Byrde:
My whole life has been nothing but a whirlwind of bad luck and failures.
Phoenix:
(I vaguely remember her saying the exact same thing last time...)
Byrde:
But I don't mind! What's one more disaster in my life? At least now the real Mr. Wright is here with me. I won't let the world keep me down, sir!
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Phoenix:
Smile, you're on candid camera.
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Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. I bet they don't get too many waitresses in here. He looks like he's getting a bit restless.
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| Maggey Byrde
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Maya:
So, how come you're dressed like that, Maggey? Last year you looked so sharp in that police uniform.
Byrde:
Hmph. I was fired after that... incident last year.
Maya:
Oh. I'm sorry.
Byrde:
It's OK. I don't mind one bit. I enjoyed being on the force, but I think it was time for me to move on.
Maya:
So, what do you do now?
Byrde:
In the second act of "The Life of Maggey Byrde", I'm playing the role of a waitress.
Maya:
A waitress!?
Byrde:
Yes. In a French restaurant. It's a small place, but it's quite fashionable. My charming smile and shapely figure came through for me. And the owner, Mr. Armstrong, hired me straight away, sir.
Phoenix:
And then you got into this mess straight away, right?
Byrde:
Yeah, you could put it that way...
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Byrde:
This whole mess started on the 3rd of last month... And it happened at Trés Bien.
Maya:
"Treh Bee-an"...?
Byrde:
Yes. It's a restaurant where good service and a friendly smile are always included!
Maya:
Oh...
Byrde:
There were two men at the table, both drinking coffee. And then... One of the men slipped some poison into the victim's cup! The victim took just one sip and was gasping for air! I was so shocked, I passed out.
Maya:
Hey, hold on there, Maggey.
Byrde:
What?
Maya:
You keep calling the guy, "the victim". Didn't you know the guy who was killed?
Byrde:
Not at all! I'd never even seen the guy before!
Maya:
Oh...
Phoenix:
(So she wouldn't have a motive to kill him then, I guess...) And the other man, the killer. You saw him, right?
Byrde:
Of course! A good waitress must be attentive to the clientele.
Phoenix:
So, you saw the killer, but you were found guilty of the crime anyway? How come?
Byrde:
......... You tell me, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Ack! (Guess the answer to my question is "my phony"... Anyway, she saw the killer. Better see if I can get a description of the guy.)
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Maya:
So, if you saw the murderer, why were you still convicted?
Byrde:
Because no one else saw.
Maya:
Saw what?
Byrde:
The other man. The one who put the poison in the victim's coffee. Everyone testified that way. Mr. Armstrong, the customer... Everyone. "The victim was sitting alone at his table the whole time."
Phoenix:
But how's that possible?
Byrde:
I don't know. But nobody, not one person, would believe me, sir. Even Phoenix Wright, my one last hope for a fair trial, failed me. What a pathetic defense! My granny could've done a better job!
Phoenix:
Look! That wasn't me, OK?
Byrde:
And then! ...They found something a bit incriminating in my apron pocket.
Maya:
What?
Byrde:
A small bottle... of poison.
Maya:
WHAT!? P-Poison!? It was in your pocket!?
Byrde:
Well, I passed out when the victim collapsed. The killer must've slipped the poison into my pocket when I was unconscious.
Phoenix:
And no one else saw this other guy?
Byrde:
No, sir. That's what everyone said. But I don't see how they could've missed him...
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Byrde:
I was the one who took the coffee to the two men.
Phoenix:
O-Oh...? And what was your impression of them?
Byrde:
Well... When I first saw them, I kind of thought they might be in the music industry.
Maya:
In music? How come?
Byrde:
Well, one of them had some sort of earpiece, and an emo musician's look about him. And there was a sample CD on the table, sir.
Maya:
An earpiece and a sample CD, huh? Did you get a look at the CD at all?
Byrde:
It had a band's name written on it. I think it was "MC"-something. They must've been preparing for their debut, I guess.
Phoenix:
So it was a band's CD. Maybe a promo disc?
Maya:
Maybe it was "MC Screwdriver"!
Phoenix:
Get serious, Maya. Would you buy the CD of a group named that?
Byrde:
Nngh... What was the name of that group again...? "MC Hacksaw..."? No... "MC..."
Maya:
And what about the killer? What did he look like?
Byrde:
Well, I, um... I don't really remember. Only that he was a young man. Well-built like the victim, really.
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Byrde:
That badge! Is it real?
Phoenix:
Of course it's real!
Byrde:
That's what they all say. But I've been duped before. Give it to me for a sec!
Phoenix:
Ah...!
...*chomp!*
Maya:
She... She bit into it...
Byrde:
And I left a few teeth marks, too!
Phoenix:
I can see that...
Byrde:
I just wish I could remember if that means it's real or a fake.
Phoenix:
*sigh* (I said it was real!)
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Phoenix:
Oh, yeah. I need to ask you about this...
Byrde:
Hey! This article's about my case!
Phoenix:
Can you tell me anything about the guy who was pretending to be me?
Byrde:
Yes, sir! It was the morning after I'd been arrested... I met you in the visitor's room here. You were wearing one of your super-sharp suits.
Phoenix:
Me?
Byrde:
Yes, you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Argh...
Maya:
Hey, Maggey! Was my evil double Ayam here, too?
Byrde:
No. I don't remember a phony you, Maya.
Maya:
Oh... *sigh* It would've been so cool...
Byrde:
Then you got really worked up and passionate. "I'm gonna get you cleared of this crime!" you said.
Phoenix:
OK, I get the picture. But you've met me in person before... So how come you didn't realize that guy wasn't the real me?
Byrde:
... I guess, looking back now, it was a little strange...
Phoenix:
Only a little?
Byrde:
Well, OK, so you were a bit taller than normal. And you looked a bit shady. And your voice was a bit weird. Oh, and you had this funny accent. And...
Phoenix:
So the guy was nothing like me, then!?
Byrde:
But he had your spiky hair and blue suit.
Phoenix:
(... Is that all it takes for someone to imitate me...?)
Maya:
How about everyone else in the courtroom, like the judge and the observers...? Didn't they realize he was an imposter?
Byrde:
Everyone had these big question marks on their faces... But it seemed that no one wanted to say anything, sir.
Maya:
This case just keeps getting weirder and weirder...
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Byrde:
Thanks for your help last year!
Maya:
Aw, it was nothing. I'm glad we got you off the hook.
Byrde:
I hope you can help me out this year, too!
Maya:
Yeah, me too. It's be sweet if we could get that verdict overturned.
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Byrde:
Oh, Detective Gumshoe! He really looked out for me when I was on the force!
Phoenix:
Have you seen him recently?
Byrde:
No. He's never been to the restaurant.
Maya:
Guess he's not a fan of French cuisine, huh? He's an instant noodle type of guy, after all.
Byrde:
Yeah, he prefers the simple things in life.
Phoenix:
(...Or he's just simply too poor to afford anything else.)
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Byrde:
No matter what happens, I never let anything get me down!
Maya:
You're always so positive, aren't you, Maggey?
Byrde:
Macho Maggey Byrde, they say! The early Byrde catches the worm! A Byrde in the hand!
Maya:
Wow! All those phrases are named after you?
Byrde:
And I never turn my back on anything!
Maya:
You're always so strong, aren't you, Maggey?
Byrde:
Macho Maggey Byrde, they say! I'm a tough old Byrde!
Maya:
"Tough old byrde", Nick! Hee hee! Do you get it?
Phoenix:
...Yeah, I get it.
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Byrde:
I know I used to be on the police force, sir. But I'm incarcerated, now. So I can't use my connections to help you. All I can tell you about now is info about ex-cons or the clientele of Trés Bien, sir...
Maya:
Aww, don't let it get you down, Maggey!
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Byrde:
Mr. Wright... Do you think it's possible to get a retrial?
Phoenix:
Probably. The court ruled in the absence of a genuine defense attorney. So we should be able to get a retrial.
Byrde:
Um... Mr. Wright...?
Phoenix:
?
Byrde:
Do you think we'll win next time? ...Sir?
Phoenix:
...!
Byrde:
My life has been a full course meal of bad luck, complete with defeat for dessert. Since I was 6 months old, when I fell from the 9th floor of my apartment building... ...I've been hit by all sorts of vehicles, gotten sick from all sorts of foods... ...failed at almost every test I've taken, experienced almost every kind of disaster... I even landed a phony lawyer when I had the misfortune of being accused of murder. But! I will survive! Because Maggey Byrde always lives to fight another day! And one day, I'll find it! Just you wait and see, sir! I'll find that one, single moment of good luck!
Maya:
Argh, Xin Eohp is really gonna pay for this!
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you staring at me like that for...? (But Maya's right... Whoever it is that thought it was a good idea to use my name... ...and get an innocent girl convicted of murder had better watch out!)
Maya:
We'll find him! Don't you worry. We'll get Xin Eohp for you!
Byrde:
Thank you! Oh! I'll tell you where Trés Bien is then!
Phoenix:
Trés... Ah, right. The restaurant where the murder took place.
Byrde:
Yes, sir. When you go, please tell Mr. Armstrong I said hi!
Maya:
Sure! Alright, Nick! Let's go check out this restaurant and its food!
January 6
Trés Bien
Maya:
Wow! Look at this place.
Phoenix:
"Look"? More like "smell"... What is with the suffocating scent of flowers in here...? Then again, girls like that sort of thing, right?
Maya:
Actually, I'm not all that into it...
Phoenix:
...
Maya:
... No one's coming to seat us. Maybe there's no one here.
Phoenix:
Don't be silly, Maya. This is a restaurant, and it's open for business. HELLO! ANYONE HERE? ... I don't believe it! There really isn't anyone here!
Maya:
Perfect! Let's get intrusive! If there's no one here, we can take anything we want!
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I suppose we can...)
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Maya:
Look, it's one of those magical boxes that spits out money.
Phoenix:
You know, you're the only person who would ever describe a cash register in that way!
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| Trinkets
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Maya:
Look at all the little trinkets tucked away in here.
Phoenix:
I bet Mr. Armstrong collected all of these personally. Let's see... A bouquet of flowers, some potpourri, and look! Fine bone china cups!
Maya:
... I never knew you were so... cultured.
Phoenix:
Come on, Maya! This is common knowledge! Any Joe Schmoe knows this much!
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| Front entrance
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Phoenix:
It's the restaurant's front entrance. There's a sign hanging on the door written in French. It probably says, "Open" or "Closed". It must be one or the other, but I don't know which since I dunno Jacques about French.
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| Magazine rack
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Maya:
It's a rack full of fashion magazines. And they're all in French.
Phoenix:
Why don't you try wearing something a bit more "chic" something, huh, Maya?
Maya:
Yeah. I guess I could. I'm always in my acolyte clothes, aren't I? I'd be fun to wear normal clothes every now and then.
Phoenix:
Hm? There's something stuffed in behind the rack.
Maya:
...Looks like a sports paper to me. Hey, and look at this! Someone's scribbled a little doodle on one of the pages. "MC Bomber", and one, two, three, four, five zeros... A-A hundred thousand... dollars... maybe?
Phoenix:
I wonder what "MC Bomber" is supposed to be...? ! (This paper! It's from December 3rd...) This paper's from the day of the poisoning!
Maya:
WHAT!?
Sports Paper added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(A paper from the day of the murder... This has got to be a clue! I should see if I can find out some more about this paper...)
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Maya:
It's a rack full of fashion magazines. And they're all in French.
Phoenix:
Looks like Mr. Armstrong doesn't get any newspapers.
Maya:
Well, it wouldn't exactly suit the feel of the place, would it?
Phoenix:
Why don't you try wearing something a bit more "chic" like in these mags, Maya?
Maya:
Yeah. I'd look stunning in some of those Parisian frocks, huh?
Phoenix:
(We found that sports paper behind this magazine rack earlier... I'd better try to find out everything I can about it...)
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| Table
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Phoenix:
This table's set nicely. It just needs a customer.
Maya:
What do you think this flower is, Nick?
Phoenix:
Let's see... Well, it doesn't look like a tulip, and it's not a sunflower, I don't think...
Maya:
Duh. Even I could've told you that.
Phoenix:
Well, those are the only kinds of flowers I know. Dagnabit, I'm a lawyer, not a botanist!
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Phoenix:
Wow! It's a beautiful winter wonderland out there.
Maya:
Really!? Cool! I love snow! Let me see! Huh? It's not white. It's not even snowing.
Phoenix:
Got you! I was only kidding, Maya.
Maya:
Nick! There are lies that are OK to tell, and lies that definitely aren't.
Phoenix:
(...All I did was tell an itty-bitty white lie about nonexistent white snow.)
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Phoenix:
This restaurant has partitions that separate the tables. When you're seated at a table, you can only see the tables to your right or left.
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Phoenix:
This must be the table where the murder occurred.
Maya:
I guess so, with all this police tape all around it.
Phoenix:
And that stain must be from the poisoned coffee. Don't go licking the tablecloth, OK, Maya?
Maya:
Why would I lick it? I'm not a cat, you know!
Phoenix:
(Then why can I picture you doing just that?)
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Wright & Co. Law Offices
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Maya:
Hmm... "MC Bomber"...
Phoenix:
And don't forget the "100,000", too.
Maya:
There's something about that name, "MC Bomber".
Phoenix:
Yeah, It's a pretty unusual name.
Phoenix:
And don't forget the "100,000", too.
Maya:
Everyone's worried about bombs these days, I guess.
Phoenix:
I'm not sure that has any bearing on anything related to this case...)
Maya:
Anyway, we should really look into this some more!
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Maya:
This is Maggey's second time as a murder suspect, huh?
Phoenix:
Yeah. The first time was a little over a year ago... She was on the police force back then.
Maya:
Wasn't she working under Gumshoe? That does it, Nick! We're gonna get her off the hook or I'll give up hamburgers!
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Detention Center
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Byrde:
Oh! A sports paper. Let's see, let's see... Did Gutsen Brawn manage to defend his heavyweight title?
Phoenix:
Sorry, Maggey. That paper is actually a month old... It's from the day of the murder...
Maya:
And Gutsen got knocked out yesterday, I'm afraid.
Byrde:
Oh, no...
Phoenix:
I found this paper in the magazine rack at Trés Bien.
Byrde:
Really? That's strange... Trés Bien doesn't get newspapers. Mr. Armstrong says he's not really fond of them.
Maya:
Then maybe one of the customers left it behind?
Phoenix:
Anyway, what I want you to take a look at is this scribble here.
Byrde:
Ah-ha! That's it, sir! "MC Bomber"! That was the name that was written on the CD!
Phoenix:
(Just as I thought...)
Maya:
I guess it wasn't "MC Screwdriver" after all, huh...
Byrde:
So, that $100,000 must be a down payment for a record deal, right?
Maya:
If someone gave me $100,000, I'd sing for sure! "The Master of Kurain" or "The Spirit Song" or even "Maya's Theme"!
Phoenix:
Um, OK, Maya... So, if the sample CD was on the victim's table... That means this newspaper may have belonged to the victim!
Maya:
You're right!
Phoenix:
(So the victim left this behind on the day of the murder, huh...)
Maya:
I think we better step up the investigation, don't you Nick?
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After presenting Sports Paper at Detention Center:
January 6
Trés Bien
???:
Oh lá lá! Bon-JOUR! Welcome to la Trés Bien!
Maya:
Oh! Hel... lo... ...
Phoenix:
(What happened to Maya? She's frozen stiff...)
???:
Bienvenue! Welcome to my petite restauranté!
Maya:
Huh? "Bee Avenue"?
???:
Oh, non, my petite chulip!
Maya:
Huh? Me?
???:
Look at z'is face! Like la kitten rejected by its own mother. You are fatigued, non? Alors! You need z'is! An aromatic bath oil mélange of la néroli and la rose. My personal recommendation!
Maya:
You think I need what...?
???:
Oui, oui! Just add a couple of drops of z'is mixture to la bath water, and voilá! It will soothe your body and your mind. It's simply fantastique!
Maya:
Really?
???:
And for la monsieur!
Phoenix:
Who? Me?
???:
Look at z'at face! Like la puppy rejected by life itself! You are fatigued, non? For you, monsieur, I recommend z'is! Oil of bergamot. And maybe a 'int of... Oui, Oui! I will add la peppermint and la clary sage for a fragrance exceptionnel! Such an invigorating recipe will bring out your delicious beauty, monsieur!
Phoenix:
M-My beauty!?
???:
Alors. If you will be seated, I will bring you la special menu of z'e day!
Phoenix:
Actually, we're not here to eat. We're lawyers.
???:
Mais bien sûr! I know z'is already, monsieur. You are la Phoenix Wright, non?
Phoenix:
Um, yes... You know me?
???:
Mais, oui oui! I never forget a man who flirts wiz me! Especially in court!
Maya:
I guess he was cross-examined by our mysterious Xin Eohp...
Phoenix:
It looks like everyone to do with this case knows who "I" am already.
Maya:
I wonder what sort of impression Xin Eohp's been leaving on people, don't you?
Armstrong:
Allow me to introduce myself to you again. I am Jean Armstrong. Enchanté!
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| Trés Bien
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Maya:
So what does "Trés Bien" mean? I know "trés". That means "three", right?
Armstrong:
Non, non, non! "Trés Bien" is Français! In English, you would say, "Very Good".
Maya:
Oh. Very good...
Armstrong:
Oui, exactement! La atmosphere is trés bien, and la cuisine is trés bien!
Phoenix:
(If the food's good, why aren't there any customers in here?)
Armstrong:
My cuisine is not for all. Some people, z'ey do not appreciate la haute cuisine.
Phoenix:
(I thought everyone liked hot cuisine...)
Armstrong:
Since I 'ave lost Maggey, I do not 'ave enough 'ands.
Phoenix:
So, you're running this place on your own now?
Armstrong:
Oui. For la moment. No one 'as answered my advertisement. Oh, poor moi!
Phoenix:
(... Please don't eyeball me while you say that.)
Armstrong:
I am la chef. I am la manager. I am also a trained aromatherapist.
Maya:
A roaming what?
Armstrong:
A practitioner d'aromatherapy. La art of soothing la soul wiz z'e delicate floral aromas.
Phoenix:
(Delicate? The smell coming from that bottle earlier was anything but...)
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| What happened
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Phoenix:
So, could you tell me what you know about the incident?
Armstrong:
Bien. It makes me sad to remember it, yet I remember it so well. More z'an a month 'as passed since it 'appened.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I guess it's been about a month since Maggey's sentencing...)
Armstrong:
So. It was z'e third of last month. Just after one in z'e afternoon. A man who was in 'ere for a coffee suddenly became ill.
Phoenix:
Because of the poison in his coffee?
Armstrong:
Z'at is la truth as I know it. It was Maggey who took 'is drink to 'im. I was in la kitchen. I 'eard z'e sound of someone collapsing. When I came out to see what it was, 'e was already slumped in 'is chair.
Maya:
He was dead?
Armstrong:
Mon dieu! Oui! 'E was dead! Maggey 'ad passed out also.
Phoenix:
And this man who died... Was he alone?
Armstrong:
Oui, monsieur. All alone. I know z'at Maggey said z'ere was someone else, but...
Maya:
I see...
Armstrong:
La police, z'ey asked me many times. "Are you sure z'ere was no one else at z'e table?" z'ey asked. But I am not z'e only one. La old man said z'e same thing.
Phoenix:
Old man? What old man?
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Phoenix:
Um... So who is the old man that you mentioned?
Armstrong:
At z'e time of la murder, z'ere was another customer in 'ere.
Maya:
What!? Someone else saw it?
Armstrong:
Mais, oui! As usual, 'e came alone z'at day. At z'e time of la murder, 'e was 'ere. 'E saw it, too. But 'e said z'e same thing, z'at z'ere was no one else at la victim's table.
Maya:
But Maggey swears there were two people!
Armstrong:
Mais, mademoiselle. La lawyer, 'e could not prove z'is, non?
Phoenix:
About the lawyer. That was me, I suppose?
Armstrong:
Mais, bien sûr!
Phoenix:
... Wow! He's the first person who's said it wasn't me.
Maya:
Don't kid yourself, Nick! Hmph. Now who's the one making stuff up!?
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Phoenix:
When Maggey took the coffee over to the victim... ...did anything happen?
Armstrong:
Ou... Oui. I-I suppose you could say so.
Phoenix:
So what happened?
Armstrong:
Non. It was, er... It was nothing.
Maya:
Look, Maggey says she didn't even know the guy! But she's still been indicted for murder! The prosecution must have come up with some kind of motive!
Armstrong:
Oui. It is true.
Phoenix:
If there was anything at all between Maggey and the victim, it could be relevant.
Maya:
So please! Tell us anything you know.
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(A Psyche-Lock!?)
Maya:
No way! What are we going to do, Nick?
Phoenix:
We'll just have to remov... WHAT THE!?
Maya:
Wh-What's wrong?
Phoenix:
The Magatama... It's gone!
Maya:
Huh?
Phoenix:
I had it in my pocket, but... It has vanished into thin air!
Maya:
WHAT!?
Phoenix:
(But I could see the Psyche-Lock. Maybe that means the Magatama's nearby...?)
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Phoenix:
Maggey wouldn't just have put poison in the coffee of some guy she didn't even know. If she's really guilty, there must have been something between her and the victim.
3 PSYCHE LOCKS
Armstrong:
N-Non. It was nothing. I am sure. Qué será, será. Perhaps Maggey 'ad another reason.
Phoenix:
(What's Maggey's motive got to do with this chef? Why is he hiding things from me? And another thing... Where did I drop the Magatama? The fact that I can see the lock must mean it's nearby.)
Maya:
I only loaned it to you, you know. So you better find it, Nick! OK?
Phoenix:
(...And here I thought it was mine to keep!)
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Armstrong:
Please, monsieur. Z'ere is no need to show me z'at. You are Mon. Phoenix Wright, z'e worst defense lawyer in town.
Phoenix:
(I think I can imagine how he formed this completely wrong impression of me...) Um, the last time we met, did I show you this badge?
Armstrong:
Oui. You flashed it to everyone in la restaurant!
Maya:
Looks like Xin Eohp is a bigger fan of flashing stuff than you are, Nick!
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| Magazine Clipping
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Armstrong:
I am not a lawyer myself. I do not wish to speak out of turn. But your defense in court z'at day was a little, how you say, "lacking", per'aps?
Phoenix:
*sigh*
Armstrong:
Even a Frenchman who cannot speak any English could 'ave done a better job! You were very cool, though. Oh, oui, oui! So 'andsome.
Maya:
Wow, I wonder just how bad the defense could've been...
Armstrong:
Every time you opened your mouth, z'e 'ole courthouse stirred.
Phoenix:
(Oh, man. That is something I don't want to imagine...)
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| Sports Paper
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Phoenix:
We found this sports paper in the magazine rack here.
Armstrong:
One of my customers must 'ave left it behind.
Maya:
Do you have any idea which customer it was?
Armstrong:
Z'e only ideas I 'ave, mademoiselle, I save for my kitchen!
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| Maya Fey profile
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Armstrong:
Oh là, là! You 'ave such a pretty smile, my petite chulip!
Maya:
Who, me?
Armstrong:
Oui. La smile is the most important thing for us girls, n'est-ce pas?
Maya:
Um... Sure!
Armstrong:
If you want a job 'ere, it is yours, precious!
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| Mia Fey profile
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Armstrong:
Mon dieu! What beauty!
Maya:
That's my sister!
Armstrong:
Ah, oui? Another delight! But you 'ave a certain je ne sais quois z'at I do not sense from your sister.
Maya:
I do?
Armstrong:
So throw your head 'ead 'igh! Thrust out your feminine features! Do not lose 'eart, ma fille! You are a woman! A woman extraordinaire!
Maya:
Do I look like I need cheering up or something?
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| Maggey Byrde profile
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Armstrong:
Maggey was a policewoman once, n'est-ce pas?
Phoenix:
Yes. But she had to quit for, um, reasons beyond her control.
Armstrong:
Oui, oui. She was la suspect in la murder investigation, non?
Maya:
Oh... You know about that?
Armstrong:
Z'at is why I gave to 'er la perfume for la 'appiness.
Phoenix:
Happiness perfume?
Armstrong:
Oui. Blended from bergamot, like I 'ave given to you before.
Phoenix:
But she's been arrested again. And found guilty this time.
Armstrong:
Z'is is true. 'Er natural aroma of un'appiness must 'ave been very strong.
Phoenix:
(Just admit it! Your perfume doesn't work!)
Armstrong:
I am not surprised she was la prime suspect. After something like z'at took place before my very eyes.
Maya:
Something like what?
Phoenix:
(What's this guy talking about!?)
Maya:
Does this mean... Maggey did have a motive?
Phoenix:
We've got to ask this guy for more info, stat!
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| Jean Armstrong profile
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Armstrong:
It is 'ard to imagine, I know, but I was an apprentice for five years in la gay Paris.
Maya:
Wow! In Paris!?
Armstrong:
It was something la chef z'ere said to me z'at made me decide to open my own restaurant.
Phoenix:
What was it?
Armstrong:
Z'at awful man said to me, "You must train for another ten years!" Oh! It was such a shock! So unexpected! But you would 'ave to be a fool to do z'is, non?
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| Anything else
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Phoenix:
Um, about this...
Armstrong:
Félicitations! Mais... qu'est-ce que c'est?
Phoenix:
Ack! Um... Je... Je no comprehend...
Maya:
Nick! Don't just make something up!
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After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
Um, Mr. Armstrong... Could I just confirm something with you again? The table where the victim was sitting... Was anyone else sitting there?
Armstrong:
... Z'at is a question you will 'ave to ask 'im yourselves.
Maya:
Huh? "'Im"?
Armstrong:
La old man spends all of 'is time dans la parc.
Phoenix:
La p-parc? Oh, a park? What park's that?
Armstrong:
Behind la restaurant. It is called, "Vitamin Square".
Maya:
Thank you!
Armstrong:
Je vous en prie, my dear!
Maya:
Let's go check out this Vitamin Square right now, Nick!
January 6
Vitamin Square
Maya:
So this is Vitamin Square.
Phoenix:
Yeah. I see where they get the name from now. The fruits scream "VITAMINS!" at you.
Maya:
Hey, Nick! That's the guy, right? Isn't that the old man Mr. Armstrong was talking about?
Phoenix:
That grouchy-looking grandpa?
Maya:
He's throwing seeds out for the pigeons.
Phoenix:
Maya, he's not throwing seeds for them, he's throwing seeds AT them!
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
(Ugh... My grumpiness-threat level has just been raised to red...)
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| Sandbox
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Maya:
I used to love sandboxes like you wouldn't believe!
Phoenix:
Really? You?
Maya:
Sure. Finding iron filings in the sand with a magnet was my favorite thing to do.
Phoenix:
Iron filings? Wow... That's too exciting for words.
Maya:
It was my ambition to collect every single shred of iron in the sandbox. I was such a kid back then!
Phoenix:
So, did you manage to get all the iron?
Maya:
No, I never did. I think I came close, though. Come to think of it, I still have all the iron filings I found way back when. You want them?
Phoenix:
No.
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Maya:
This place is so fruity!
Phoenix:
That's not a bad thing. Besides, I love apples. They're among my favorites.
Maya:
Then that apple slide is perfect for you!
Phoenix:
... And what is so "perfect" about it?
Maya:
Oh come on. Don't be a stick in the mud! Slide down it a few times. Go on! Woo!
Phoenix:
No way! I'd get covered in sand if I slid down that slide. Anyone can see that.
Maya:
Yeah, you're right. Otherwise, I'd give it a try, too.
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Maya:
Hey, look. Pigeons!
Phoenix:
Yeah. And heaps of them, too.
Maya:
Did you know that pigeons are a symbol of peace?
Phoenix:
That's a dove, not a pigeon.
Maya:
... Poor things. Just because they're gray means they can't be symbols of peace and harmony?
Phoenix:
You're over-thinking this one by just a smidge, Maya.
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Maya:
Ooh, there's a magazine here.
Phoenix:
It's a magazine full of job listings.
Old Man:
You disgusting rogue, picking up something someone else threw away!
Phoenix:
"Threw away"? Did you throw this away? Are you looking for a job?
Old Man:
Kah! That's none of your business!
Phoenix:
Sorry! I guess I'll take the magazine with me then.
Old Man:
I don't want anyone else having it! Give it back!
Phoenix:
(Too bad. Now that you want it so bad, I don't want to give it up!)
Job Listings added to the Court Record.
Old Man:
Hey! That's mine!
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| Orange (subsequent times)
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Maya:
Looking at this orange reminds me...
Phoenix:
Of what?
Maya:
That you're supposed to eat a lot of them to ward off colds in the winter. You can't have fun during the holidays if you're sick in bed, you know.
Phoenix:
You don't have to tell me twice.
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| What you saw
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Phoenix:
Um... Excuse me.
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
Would you mind if I had a word with you?
Old Man:
Yes!
Phoenix:
I just want to ask you a couple of questions...
Old Man:
What's the matter with you!? Can't you see I'm busy? So you don't like my seeds, eh, pigeons!?
Phoenix:
(He's really chucking those seeds at them! That's got to hurt!)
Old Man:
Go on! Eat this!
Phoenix:
(*sigh*)
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| Maggey Byrde
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Phoenix:
Excuse me, sir. Can I ask you about Maggey Byrde?
Old Man:
I don't know any Maggey Byrde!
Maya:
Yes, you do. Maggey. The waitress at Trés Bien.
Old Man:
Kah! It's a disgrace, I tell you. An utter disgrace!
Maya:
A disgrace?
Old Man:
An innocent young girl revealing herself like that!
Phoenix:
Revealing!? You mean her uniform?
Old Man:
The youth of today! They don't have any shame! No shame, I tell you! Not one ounce! Whatever happened to the old bushido values of Japan, like honor and modesty?
Maya:
What about me? I'm not wearing anything revealing.
Old Man:
You!? Your problem is you lack any sense of grace!
Maya:
Talk about hitting a girl where it hurts...
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| Trés Bien
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Phoenix:
Do you go to Trés Bien a lot?
Old Man:
Hmph! That miserable excuse for a restaurant? That garbage they serve in there's not food. Where's the sushi? The tempura? The rice!?
Phoenix:
Trés Bien is a French restaurant, sir...
Old Man:
Where do you think we are, boy? In Paris!? I want real food, not those snooty snacks! And what about those shameless girls!?
Phoenix:
You mean the waitresses?
Old Man:
You can see all the way up to their... their... Yes! The waitresses! They're practically naked! It's a disgrace, isn't it? Well, isn't it!?
Phoenix:
Listen, it's not my restaurant.
Old Man:
Kah! It's a miserable excuse for a restaurant, that place! Miserable!
Phoenix:
(He certainly knows the place. He must be a regular! But if he hates it so much, why does he keep going?)
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| Trés Bien regular (appears after "Trés Bien")
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Maya:
Are you a regular at that restaurant, sir?
Old Man:
...
Maya:
It's just, if you dislike it so much, why would you keep going there?
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
Sir?
Old Man:
There you are, you filthy pigeons! You want food? Ha-ha! Take that!
Maya:
He must be hiding something, right?
Phoenix:
If he is, I should be able to see a Psyche-Lock... Oh, wait... I don't exactly have the Magatama right now, huh...
Maya:
Remember, Nick. That Magatama is only on loan. You better find it or else!
Phoenix:
(If Pearls ever gets wind of this, I'm going to be in a world of pain...)
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| Anything
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Phoenix:
Um, excuse me, sir. Could I just ask you about this...
Old Man:
... Hmm, ha-hmm, hmm...
Phoenix:
Sir?
Old Man:
Here you go, boy! How does some pigeon feed sound to you!?
Phoenix:
(This wasn't exactly what I was hoping to get out of this guy...)
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Detention Center
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| Job Listings
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Maya:
Um, Maggey...
Byrde:
Oh, are you looking for some part-time work, Maya? Why don't you take a job at the restaurant? I bet Mr. Armstrong would hire you.
Maya:
Really? Me?
Byrde:
It's pretty cool being a waitress, you know. And in the kitchen, you'll get to see all of the chef's greatest secrets!
Maya:
What secrets...?
Byrde:
You can't make it obvious, but just spy on him for a bit. You'll see. It's interesting.
Maya:
Wow! I can't wait to get my apron on now!
Phoenix:
Yeah, he has a pretty intense aroma, too.
Maya:
So did Mr. Armstrong really not see the killer...?
Byrde:
Apparently not. Well, he's in the kitchen all the time, so I guess it's possible that he didn't.
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| Jean Armstrong profile
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Byrde:
Oh, so you met the owner, Mr. Armstrong!
Phoenix:
He's, um... Oh, how can I put this... pretty unique, huh?
Byrde:
He has a really intense aura. As a chef and as a person.
Phoenix:
Yeah, he has a pretty intense aroma, too.
Maya:
So did Mr. Armstrong really not see the killer...?
Byrde:
Apparently not. Well, he's in the kitchen all the time, so I guess it's possible that he didn't.
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Trés Bien
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| Cash register
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Phoenix:
It's really tight behind the cash register counter. Can Mr. Armstrong even get in there? And if he got in... could he get out again?
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| Trinkets
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Phoenix:
There's a bunch of little trinkets on a shelf by the door. I bet Mr. Armstrong collected all of these personally.
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| Magazine rack
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Phoenix:
It's a rack full of fashion magazines. And they're all in French. Ugh. All the clothes in these are absolutely atrocious! ...Some of them have been circled in red. ... I really hope Mr. Armstrong is not thinking of buying those.
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| Table
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Phoenix:
Mr. Armstrong must be a pretty big neat-freak. He already has this table ready to go. Now if only the food in this place was edible...
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| Windows
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Phoenix:
It looks pretty cold out there on the streets. Peaceful, though. It's nice that people can take it easy after the holiday rush.
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| Crime scene
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Phoenix:
This must be the table where the poisoning occurred. The stain tells the story well. The whole area is still cordoned off with police tape. I guess it must still be under investigation.
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| Present
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| Job Listings
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Armstrong:
Mademoiselle!
Maya:
Y-Yes?
Armstrong:
Are you looking for la job?
Maya:
What!? N-No, no. I was just...
Armstrong:
Let me see. Your style is un peu différent, but you 'ave a good face.
Maya:
...Different?
Armstrong:
Félicitations! You 'ave passed! I will 'ire you! Bien! Come wiz me. I will teach you everyz'ing I know!
Maya:
N-Nick! HEEEEEELP!
Phoenix:
(I don't know whether to laugh or feel bad for Maya... Maybe I should do both...?)
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Vitamin Square
| Examine
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| Sandbox
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Phoenix:
When I think back to when I was young... ...I wonder what I found so great about playing in a sandbox. Maybe I'll come back here in the middle of the night one of these days to relive it. ... On second thought, being arrested by Gumshoe would be too embarrassing to bear.
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| Fruits
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Phoenix:
You don't see many parks like this anymore. What a great place for kids to play. But that old man's the only one here, chucking his seeds at the pigeons.
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| Pigeons
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Phoenix:
The pigeons are so busy pecking at the seeds, they don't notice anything else. Seeing those birds eat with such intense focus... ...reminds me of Maya when she's scarfing down a burger.
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| Orange
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Phoenix:
This is where I found that job listings magazine before. A guy like me carrying around a magazine like that kind of gives the wrong impression. I guess I better give it back to that old man once this investigation's over.
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| Talk
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| Maggey Byrde
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Phoenix:
Excuse me, sir. Can I ask you about Maggey Byrde?
Old Man:
I don't know any Maggey Byrde!
Phoenix:
Yes, you do. You know, the waitress at Trés Bien.
Old Man:
Hmph! If you ask me It's a disgrace! Th-That's what it is! An innocent young girl revealing herself like that!
Phoenix:
So, you didn't like that kind of thing, then?
Old Man:
... Wh-What are you trying to say about me, boy!? Explain yourself!
Phoenix:
Um, nothing! I'm not saying anything about you...
Old Man:
I know your kind! You young ones with your spiky hair and your fancy suits! That heads of yours is over-flowing with filthy ideas!
Phoenix:
(...I know someone who needs to learn some stress management.)
Old Man:
Get out of here, you young brat!
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| Trés Bien regular
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Phoenix:
So, you are a regular at that restaurant, right, sir?
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
You're always complaining about the place, so why do you go there?
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
Sir?
Old Man:
There you are, you filthy pigeons! You want food? Ha-ha! Take that!
Phoenix:
(Something's not right about this guy... But If he's hiding something, I should be able to see a Psyche-Lock.) Oh, wait... (I don't exactly have the Magatama right now, huh... I need to find it before I can get anywhere with this old man.)
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After presenting Job Listings in Trés Bien:
January 6
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Phoenix:
Looks like they have Maggey in questioning. I guess I've asked her pretty much everything... I'll come back if there's anything else I need to ask her later.
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| Guard
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Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. There's nothing for him to do right now, so he's catching some vertical z's.
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January 6
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
Poor Maya. It looks like Mr. Armstrong's really taken a shine to her. I suppose I'll just have to let her work at the restaurant for a while. I'll go pick her up from Trés Bien once things have cooled off.
January 6
Police Station
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Gumshoe:
Well, pal!? Have you found the evidence yet!? The one that's gonna find her innocent!?
Phoenix:
Um, no. Not yet. We've only just started our investigation.
Gumshoe:
Well, whatever you need to know, I'll give you the dirt on it. I'm putting off all my other cases for now, pal!
Phoenix:
(Gumshoe's really fired up about this...)
Gumshoe:
Oh, yeah! One more thing! The retrial's been approved. Court's sitting at 10 AM tomorrow. And Godot's gonna be the prosecutor...
Phoenix:
(Oh. ... Him.)
Gumshoe:
Now, listen up, pal! If Maggey's found guilty again...
Phoenix:
Y-Yes...?
Gumshoe:
Um... I'll... I'll make sure you get locked up good for it, got it!?
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| Detective on left
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Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Detective:
"Hitting the gas is like hitting the fast-forward button on your life." No. That's too obscure. You don't really get the "you'll die before your time" idea. I need something more direct. Something a bit more light-hearted. Something like, "Hitting the gas is your passport to paradise!"
Phoenix:
... He must be coming up with slogans for a safety campaign. ...I guess?
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| Badgers
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Phoenix:
No matter what, whenever I come here, that mascot's there to greet me.
Chief:
You got that right. That's the "Blue Badger". It was my idea! I made it! And now, it's the national symbol of the police force!
Phoenix:
So what's with the pink one? It's new, right?
Chief:
Yup. Meet the "Pink Badger".
Phoenix:
So one's called "Blue", and the other's called "Pink", but they're both called "Badger"?
Chief:
You got it! They're married.
Phoenix:
(So should I expect to see Baby Badger next time I'm here...?)
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| Talk
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| Maggey Byrde
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Phoenix:
So the guilty party was Maggey Byrde, huh?
Gumshoe:
Yeah...
Phoenix:
Back when she was on the police force... ...you were her mentor when she was a rookie, right?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, I kept a close eye on her. I-I mean, not too close. You know.
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
...... ......... Hey, what's with the funny looks, pal? I was with her... It wasn't anything like... Look! Sure, I was her boss when she was doing her training. But that was it. Nothing happened.
Phoenix:
(Gumshoe sure is sweating up a storm over nothing... ...Ah, so that's it! Our big ol' Gumshoe has a little ol' crush on Maggey!)
Gumshoe:
I... I don't like her or anything! I... I was... Aaaargh!
Phoenix:
(Note to self: Gossip with Maya about this later!)
Gumshoe:
Look, pal! Don't tell anyone, OK!? You've gotta keep it a secret, got it!?
Phoenix:
S-Sure... And would you mind not guessing what I'm thinking all the time?
Gumshoe:
Hey, tell your face, pal, not me. You'd have to be blind not to see what's on your mind.
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| The victim
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Phoenix:
So I was wondering... Could you fill me in on the victim?
Gumshoe:
Glen Elg, he was a computer programmer.
Phoenix:
I see. A programmer...
Gumshoe:
He was just a regular Joe working for a small-time computer firm. Maggey never had any contact with the guy before that day. ...And all she did was take him his coffee on the day of the murder, pal.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, Maggey also claimed to have never seen the guy before...) Did the victim go to the restaurant often?
Gumshoe:
Not according to the chef. Said it was the first time he'd seen the guy.
Phoenix:
(A programmer... and a first-time customer...) What possible reason could Maggey have had to kill a guy like that?
Gumshoe:
That's what I thought. But a motive was still somehow established in her trial.
Phoenix:
You're kidding! What was her supposed "motive"?
Gumshoe:
Sorry, pal. I'm real busy. I haven't even got enough time to sift through these papers. Look into it yourself, OK?
Phoenix:
(What could this motive have been...)
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| The investigation
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Gumshoe:
This isn't really a proper investigation. I'm kind of working on it by myself.
Phoenix:
O-Oh, that's right...
Gumshoe:
The judge already ruled on the case, and all the evidence is in already. The only problem is with Maggey's testimony.
Phoenix:
Yeah... Doesn't sound very good for us, huh?
Gumshoe:
Look, pal. I've got a mountain of papers on this case to look over before tomorrow. So I'm just gonna say this... Maggey Byrde's no liar. She's... She's... OK, so she's a bit out there, and a bit off base sometimes. But she was a good cop.
Phoenix:
(That's not exactly complimentary, you know!) So what do you think really happened? And just how contradictory is her testimony?
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| Contradictions (appears after "The investigation")
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Gumshoe:
The biggest problem with Maggey's testimony is the number of people at the table.
Phoenix:
Yeah. My thoughts exactly. Maggey still insists there was another guy sitting with the victim.
Gumshoe:
Right. But get this... Everyone else in the place says the guy was alone. Even the chef. And then there's that CD...
Phoenix:
(CD? Oh, yeah. She did mention something about a CD...)
Byrde:
And there was a sample CD on the table, sir.
Gumshoe:
But our guys turned that place upside down. There was no CD.
Phoenix:
What?
Gumshoe:
Not on the table. Not anywhere in the whole restaurant, pal.
Phoenix:
But didn't Maggey say the victim was wearing an earpiece, too?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but that was for the portable radio in the front pocket of his hoodie.
Phoenix:
A radio? He didn't have a CD player?
Gumshoe:
You got it. Your phony never explained that contradiction at all.
Phoenix:
(Come to think of it... The owner of Trés Bien didn't mention that CD either. I don't know why, but I get the feeling Mr. Armstrong's got something to hide...)
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| The charming chef (appears after presenting Jean Armstrong profile)
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Phoenix:
So what exactly is it that caught your attention about the chef at Trés Bien?
Gumshoe:
It's, um... kind of hard to say... The guy's probably not even connected to the case anyway...
Phoenix:
Hey, come on, Detective. Didn't you say you'd give me the dirt on anything?
Gumshoe:
Well, this sort of stuff is kinda... unimportant, gossipy stiff, you know pal? Look, how about this? You go to Trés Bien and investigate the place yourself. And if you find out anything suspicious about the guy... you report back to me, OK?
Phoenix:
Um... Don't suppose I get a choice in this, huh? (Guess I better find out more about the chef and Trés Bien; then report back to Gumshoe.)
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| Present
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| Attorney's Badge
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Gumshoe:
Is that thing real, pal?
Phoenix:
Why does everybody keep asking me that?
Gumshoe:
I wonder what this phony of yours is like...
Phoenix:
He had Maggey found guilty of murder. Doesn't that tell you? (I've got to track this creep down!)
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| Magazine Clipping
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Gumshoe:
I wasn't at the trial myself. But I asked this one detective I know how your defense was.
Phoenix:
And what did he say?
Gumshoe:
He started off by saying, "I'm at a complete loss for words..." But he must have found some quick because he went on about how bad you were for an hour.
Phoenix:
But...
Gumshoe:
He said you sucked so much, it seemed like you were trying to get Maggey found guilty!
Phoenix:
(It looked like I was "trying to get Maggey found guilty"...?)
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| Sports Paper
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Gumshoe:
What's that? A sports paper?
Phoenix:
Yeah. I found it in the magazine rack at Trés Bien.
Gumshoe:
It's dated the same day as the murder. You may be onto something here.
Phoenix:
And take a look at this. See this writing here?
Gumshoe:
"MC Bomber"... Hey!
Phoenix:
What is it?
Gumshoe:
I've heard that name somewhere before. Yeah, "MC Bomber"...
Phoenix:
(Wow, he actually seems to be thinking for once!)
Gumshoe:
Ack, it's no good. I can't remember...
Phoenix:
(...And he goes back to being the Gumshoe we all know and love.)
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal. I'm gonna borrow this paper for a bit, OK? I wanna get a handwriting analysis done on this scribble.
Phoenix:
(Handwriting, huh? It'd be good to know more about that, in any case...)
Gumshoe:
Thanks, pal! I bet this'll turn out to be interesting clue!
Sports Paper given to Detective Gumshoe.
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| Maya Fey Profile
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Gumshoe:
Hey! So how come she's not with you today?
Phoenix:
She's working down at the restaurant right now.
Gumshoe:
Working, huh? Yeah, it's tough being broke. I would know.
Phoenix:
Um... Ok...?
Gumshoe:
Next time I see her, I'll show her how to make the world's best instant noodles. We low earners have to stick together! It's the only way!
Phoenix:
(Um... Why is he shaking my hand with such enthusiasm...?)
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| Mia Fey profile
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Gumshoe:
She cross-examined me once, you know.
Phoenix:
What? Mia did?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. That was us. The big guns locking horns. Witness versus lawyer! It was a battle of cunning tactics and tricks.
Phoenix:
(But the witness isn't supposed to play any tricks...)
Gumshoe:
I can't believe she's gone...
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| Godot profile
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Gumshoe:
That's the guy who's gonna be the prosecutor in Maggey's retrial tomorrow.
Phoenix:
O-Oh, really?
Gumshoe:
He was working on a bunch of more important cases at the moment... ...but he canceled them all just so he could take you on, pal.
Phoenix:
(Why's that guy so determined to see me fail?)
Gumshoe:
You sure attract a lot of attention, huh? Too bad it's all the wrong kind.
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| Dick Gumshoe profile
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Gumshoe:
I'm such a loser. I had high hopes for Maggey. I was gonna make her the best detective there ever was. But then all the sudden she was charged with murder and arrested. I never saw it coming. I never imagined they'd find her guilty. I hate myself for not being able to do anything.
Phoenix:
It's OK, Detective Gumshoe. We still have a chance to make this right.
Gumshoe:
... You know what? You're not such a bad guy after all, pal.
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| Maggey Byrde profile
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Phoenix:
Have you gone to see Maggey?
Gumshoe:
Of course I have! But I... I wasn't much good at consoling her. I'm... I'm not very good with words.
Phoenix:
Oh...
Gumshoe:
Yeah. I guess I must've looked a bit down. Maggey was really supportive of me. It was great to have someone to talk to.
Phoenix:
(Did he go for her, or for himself...?)
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| Jean Armstrong profile
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Gumshoe:
The chef of Trés Bien, huh? You know what that chef said to me? "Oh là là! Your body is full of la toxins." And then he gave me this bottle.
Phoenix:
What's in it?
Gumshoe:
I don't know. The label says, "Juniper". I'm under orders to put a few drops of it in my bath every day.
Phoenix:
Under orders?
Old Man:
Yeah. You know, there's something about the lady... I mean, guy.
Phoenix:
Huh!? You can't stop thinking about him!?
Gumshoe:
Not like that, pal! Gimme a break! He's not my type. I mean, I can't stop thinking that he's involved with this case somehow!
Phoenix:
(Sounds like he knows a little something about our charming chef.)
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| Anything else
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Phoenix:
What do you make of this...?
Gumshoe:
Sorry, pal. All I can think about is Maggey at the moment. ... ...... N-No! I didn't mean it like that! I meant...
Phoenix:
(You don't have to explain... Really...)
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After clearing all Talk options and presenting Sports Paper at Police Station - Criminal Affairs Dept.:
January 6
Trés Bien
Phoenix:
The scent of flours sure is strong. It's almost making me dizzy... Oh, um... Hello. (Who was that just now? A customer? She had sort of a dark aura about her...)
???:
Ah! Welcome! Bee avenue!
Phoenix:
(Wow. What a cute voice.)
Maya:
Oh, it's just you, Nick.
Phoenix:
M-Maya!
Maya:
Well? How do I look?
Phoenix:
... Maybe you should quit being a spirit medium...
Maya:
Maybe. But it's kind of boring being a waitress. I mean, you're my first ever customer.
Phoenix:
(Then who was that woman I just saw?)
Maya:
Oh, oh! Since you're here, you might as well have something to eat!
Phoenix:
... I am kind of hungry, actually.
| Talk
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| Waitress
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Phoenix:
So, how do you like your new job, Maya?
Maya:
I never knew there was so much for a waitress to do! Take people's orders, bringing them their food, make coffee, work the cash register... Of course, we need a customer before I can do any of that.
Phoenix:
Yeah, it's a nice-looking restaurant. It's a shame more people don't come.
Maya:
Don't forget about the ultra cute waitress! Check out my "gimme a tip" smile!
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| Lunch special
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Maya:
Hey, Nick! Why don't you order something? The chef's preparing a tasty lunch set at the moment. Or so he says.
Phoenix:
How much is it?
Maya:
It's the Twin-T set. So it's 20 dollars, of course.
Phoenix:
The Twin-T set? I believe I'll be taking a pass. It's kind of expensive.
Maya:
What!? But you can't! Come on, Nick! It's not every day I get to be a waitress! I want to try carrying plates and working the cash register!
Phoenix:
How about cleaning the toilets? That should keep you busy.
Maya:
Yeah, right! Maybe later.
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After clearing all Talk options:
Phoenix:
Um... About the lunch...
Maya:
Oh! A fine choice, sir.
Phoenix:
No. I, um...
Maya:
KITCHEN! A LUNCH SPECIAL, PLEASE! WITH ALL THE EXTRAS: DRINK, SIDE SALAD, DESSERT, AND GIFT!
Phoenix:
I don't need any of that!
Maya:
Just a moment, please, sir.
Phoenix:
(Maya's really getting into this! So how much is this set lunch, then? 20 dollars, huh? But with the drink, side salad, and dessert, it's... 45 dollars!?) Hey, wait a sec! Maya!
Maya:
Sorry to keep you waiting, sir! Here you are, our deluxe Fortify lunch set!
Phoenix:
Whoa!
Maya:
A dish inspired by lobster and abalone fricassée with balsamic vinaigrette. Bon appétit!
Phoenix:
Um, thanks...?
Maya:
Come on, Nick! Hurry up and try it already!
Phoenix:
(Lobster, huh? Alright... Down the hatch it goes...) ... Urp!
Maya:
Well?
Phoenix:
Are you hungry, Maya?
Maya:
I'm starving!
Phoenix:
Here. It's yours.
Maya:
Really!? ... Urp!
Phoenix:
Remember, Maya. My wallet doesn't print money, so you'd better polish off that plate!
Maya:
... I-I've just remembered! I've got to clean the toilets!
Phoenix:
Hey! (You can't be in that much of a hurry to clean the toilets!)
Trés Bien Lunch Special added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
How does that guy manage to make good food taste so bad?
Maya:
Hey, Nick... You want to take a peek at the kitchen?
Phoenix:
(The kitchen, huh? Not a bad idea.)
| Talk
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| The Kitchen
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Phoenix:
Hmm, now what was it that Maggey said again? "In the kitchen, you'll get to see all of the chef's greatest secrets!"
Maya:
In the kitchen? Hmm. That sounds tasty!
Phoenix:
Hey, wait up! Maya!
Maya:
What is it? I'm pretty busy right now.
Phoenix:
Weren't you going to show me around?
Maya:
Tsk. There goes my plan to find some cool clue and show it off in your face...
Phoenix:
(I'd better conduct the search in the kitchen myself!)
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| Present
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| Anything
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Phoenix:
About this...
Maya:
Sorry, Nick! I'm a waitress now. I've got a pile of work waiting for little ol' me.
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January 6
Trés Bien
Kitchen
Maya:
And here it is! The famous Trés Bien kitchen! It's my first time in here too, actually.
Phoenix:
... There is a weird atmosphere in here, that's for sure.
Maya:
Mr. Armstrong will be back soon, so we'd better search quickly! Chop, chop!
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| Mirror
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Maya:
Now THIS is one large mirror! I bet this is where he makes himself look pretty.
Phoenix:
There's a book on the dresser. "Claurice Armstrong's Bedtime Literature".
Maya:
Not exactly Pulitzer Prize material, is it?
Phoenix:
It looks like a collection of poems he's written.
Maya:
Poems? Cool! Read one out! And say it in your best French accent... with intensity! OK?
Phoenix:
OK, um... Here's one. Ahem! It's called, "Printemps". "Zee two of zem, like actors from a film. Zee coffee still undrunk. Sweet nothings over too soon, on zat sad Sunday morning. Zee foolish cocktail so delicious. Take zee last sip of your tea and I know what I will do. I must lie to you. I must."
Maya:
Huh? That's it!?
Phoenix:
Yup. That's a poem for you.
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| Oils
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Phoenix:
What's this? It looks like a treasure chest or something.
Maya:
Wow! Look at all these little bottles!
Phoenix:
Oh! They're aromatherapy oils! He's got so many, they're overflowing onto the floor...
Maya:
Let's see... 1, 2, 3... ...98, 99, 100! They're all the same, too. Hey, wait a minute...
Phoenix:
What is it?
Maya:
There's one bottle that's different from all the others.
Phoenix:
Well what do you know. And it doesn't have a label either.
Maya:
And... *sniff* It doesn't smell.
Phoenix:
(So what's that liquid inside then, I wonder?)
Maya:
Hey, Nick, we should borrow this. I mean, look how many bottles he's got. He won't miss one, will he?
Small Bottle added to the Court Record.
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| Oils (subsequent times)
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Phoenix:
What's this? It looks like a treasure chest or something.
Maya:
Wow! Look at all these little bottles!
Phoenix:
Oh! They're aromatherapy oils! He's got so many, they're overflowing onto the floor...
Maya:
Let's see... 1, 2, 3... ...98, 99, 100! They're all the same, too.
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| Lace curtains
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Phoenix:
What are these lace curtains for?
Maya:
I don't know. But they give the place a real homey feel, don't they? Hmm... Lace curtains... You know, if I was a cooking pot, I'd be perfectly happy to sit on a shelf under those.
Phoenix:
(How do you respond to something like that!?)
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| Table
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Maya:
Now I know for sure I'm in a French restaurant. I've never heard of most of these seasonings. Hey, Nick! This container has... oyster sauce? What's that?
Phoenix:
(Isn't that used in Chinese food...?) Ack! Look! Right there on the counter!
Maya:
My Magatama! What's it doing here!?
Phoenix:
(What indeed...)
Magatama put into pocket.
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| Table (subsequent times)
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Maya:
Now I know for sure I'm in a French restaurant. I've never heard of most of these seasonings. Hey, Nick! This container has... oyster sauce? What's that?
Phoenix:
(Isn't that used in Chinese food...?)
Maya:
And look at these knives. They look really sharp!
Phoenix:
I'd like to see how one of those slices through a cheesecake.
Maya:
A cheesecake? You don't exactly need a sharp knife for one of those, Nick.
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Maya:
Mmm. That smells good. Something's bubbling away nicely in that pot. It must be the lobster and abalone fricassée with balsamic vinaigrette.
Phoenix:
Isn't that what I just ate for lunch?
Maya:
Maybe... What you ate is the only French dish I know the name of.
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After examining oils at Trés Bien - Kitchen:
January 6
Police Station
Criminal Affairs Dept.
Gumshoe:
Hey, you're just in time!
Phoenix:
What is it, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
The lab got back to me about that newspaper you gave me.
Phoenix:
(He must mean this sports paper with the memo scribbled on it...) So? What did they say? Did the analysis turn up anything?
Gumshoe:
They said the doodle was written by the victim, Glen Elg. No doubt about it.
Phoenix:
(I expected as much...)
Gumshoe:
The victim took the paper with him to the restaurant on the day of the murder. That's our best interpretation of the facts at the moment.
Sports Paper refiled into the Court Record.
Gumshoe:
"MC Bomber"... I get the feeling I've heard that name somewhere before... Oh, well. I guess it'll come back to me. Don't forget to report back to me with whatever you find in the restaurant, OK, pal?
Phoenix:
(Since when did I start taking orders from Gumshoe...? Although... I get the feeling there's something I need to show him...)
Gumshoe:
Um... I'll... I'll make sure you get locked up good for it, got it!?
| Examine
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| Detective Chief
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Phoenix:
This must be the chief of the detectives here. He's glued to his computer screen.
Chief:
WHAT!? Poisoned coffee waitress gets a retrial!? I knew it! I knew there was something funny about the taste of this coffee! OK! Who brought me this coffee today? Hands up!
Phoenix:
(Yeesh! Have a little faith in your subordinates!)
Detective:
Quit surfing the net, Chief!
Chief:
S-Sorry... I was just, um...
Phoenix:
(Things feel pretty tense in here...)
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| Talk
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| Armstrong's secret (appears after presenting Small Bottle)
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Phoenix:
So what's Mr. Armstrong's secret?
Gumshoe:
You ever had lunch at Trés Bien, pal?
Phoenix:
Um... Yes...
Gumshoe:
So, how was it?
Phoenix:
To put it nicely... it was inedible.
Gumshoe:
Hey, don't worry about being nice around me, pal. You and I both know the reason that place is so empty is because of the food. I mean, the place is clean, and he's got a girl like Maggey as a waitress, so...
Phoenix:
Yeah... I guess it's probably the food.
Gumshoe:
The real scoop on the guy is he's up to his ears in debt.
Phoenix:
Really? How much does he owe?
Gumshoe:
This is a copy of his loan contract. He's about half a million in the red.
Phoenix:
H-Half a million? Are we talking dollars?
Gumshoe:
Yeah. Hey, if it was Sterling, he'd really be in trouble!
Phoenix:
Sorry. That figure just took me by surprise.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, this case is full of surprises. And I'd be willing to bet that chef's got something to do with most of them. That's my hunch.
Jean's Loan Contract added to the Court Record.
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| Present
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| Sports Paper
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Gumshoe:
So according to the boys down at the lab, the doodles were probably made by the victim.
Phoenix:
Probably?
Gumshoe:
Analyzing this kind of writing is difficult since it's done with a fiber-tipped pen. But don't worry! I'll vouch for it.
Phoenix:
(Why would Gumshoe have to vouch for it? Can't it stand on its own?)
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| Small Bottle
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Gumshoe:
You got one of those aroma bottles too, huh?
Phoenix:
Only this one doesn't smell.
Gumshoe:
Huh? I don't get you...
Phoenix:
This was mixed in with all the other aromatherapy bottles, but it's not the same. It doesn't even look the same, wouldn't you agree?
Gumshoe:
A cologne bottle that doesn't smell, huh? Smells like a skunk to me, pal! Mind letting me borrow that bottle for a while? I wanna send it to the lab for analysis.
Phoenix:
(The victim was poisoned, so the contents of this bottle are pretty important...)
Small Bottle given to Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
I had a lunch there was something funny about that chef.
Phoenix:
You suspect Jean Armstrong?
Gumshoe:
I've got that guy's number. I know what his secret is.
Phoenix:
(That must be the same secret Gumshoe was talking about before.)
Gumshoe:
I guess I'd better fill you in on the details. About this Armstrong guy's secret, I mean...
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| Jean's Loan Contract
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Gumshoe:
It's for half a million dollars, pal! That's... um... half a million dollar bills!
Phoenix:
(What was the "um" in there for!?) Is there really that much money tied up in this case?
Gumshoe:
I can't give you an answer on that, pal. Not without the case file in front of me. But I'll tell you this... That Armstrong guy would've done anything for cash. He was desperate, you know?
Phoenix:
No, I don't. But I think I sort of get the picture.
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After examining table at Trés Bien - Kitchen:
January 6
Vitamin Square
Phoenix:
Hmm, the old guy's not here anymore. (Drat. And I still have some unanswered questions for him.)
| Examine
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| Pink Scooter
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Leads to:
"A scooter, huh?"
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Phoenix:
A scooter, huh? Who'd leave it right in the middle of the park like this? The wheel guard and the light are busted... I guess it must have been in an accident. It's totally wrecked.
???:
Gwoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar! Hey! Whad'youse think youse doin' wit my bike!?
Phoenix:
N-No! I was just...
???:
Gwoaaaaaaaaaaaar! Youse been messin' with my new ride? Is that what youse been doin'!?
Phoenix:
N-New ride? Isn't that kind of an old model?
???:
Gwoar! Youse gonna pay for dis!
Phoenix:
It-It wasn't me! I was just passing by.
???:
Ey! Den who'z de one tat covered my saddle in crap!? Huh? Gwoar! Youse gonna pay, you' catch my drift!?
Phoenix:
No! Wait a sec! I'm not a pigeon! So I couldn't have done it!
???:
A wise guy, eh? I atta beat you so hard, it'll feel like youse were smoochin' the express train!
Phoenix:
(Uh-oh!)
???:
Youse better watch your back! This ain't over! I'm gonna round up a group of lawyers and den youse gonna pay!
Phoenix:
Um... Actually... I'm a lawyer myself...
???:
Whad'youse say?
Phoenix:
I'm Phoenix Wright, attorney at law.
???:
Gwoaaaaaaaah ha ha ha hah! Ha ha ha ha hah! Phoenix Wright? Youse sayin' YOU' Phoenix Wright?
Phoenix:
Um, yeah... I am.
???:
So you' a wiseguy too, huh? Cause I'M Phoenix Wright. The one and only!
Phoenix:
WHAT!?
???:
Outta my way! I gotta cruise.
Phoenix:
(H-He's gone...) Surely that guy wasn't my phony... was he...? ... He wasn't anything like me!! (Guess I better make a note of the scooter...)
Scooter added to the Court Record.
???:
Kah! Pathetic!
Phoenix:
Oh, it's you.
Old Man:
A few threats from a little brat like that... ...and you look like a pigeon that's got seeds in its eyes.
Phoenix:
Have you been here the whole time then?
Old Man:
I was in that strawberry. I had some thinking to do.
Phoenix:
(More like you had some cowering to do!)
| Talk
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| Trés Bien regular
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Phoenix:
Are you a regular at that restaurant, sir?
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
It's just if you dislike it so much, why would you keep going there?
Old Man:
...
Phoenix:
Sir?
Old Man:
There you are, you filthy pigeons! You want food? Ha-ha! Take that!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(I knew it... This old guy has got something to hide. But what could it be?)
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| Trés Bien regular (subsequent times)
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Phoenix:
Why are you a regular at a restaurant that you clearly hate, sir?
Old Man:
Take that, pigeons! See how you like these seeds!
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Phoenix:
(It's no good. I'm gonna have to break his Psyche-Lock. I just can't figure out what he would be hiding. I mean, I'm only asking him why he goes to a particular restaurant.)
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| Present Magatama
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Phoenix:
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Trés Bien regular --
Phoenix:
It's time you told me the truth. Why are you a regular at a restaurant that you dislike so much?
Old Man:
Isn't it obvious!? People only have one reason to go to restaurants. To eat!
Phoenix:
To eat? Is that the whole truth?
Old Man:
Wh-What do you mean!?
Phoenix:
I don't think you go to that restaurant for the food at all.
Old Man:
You insolent brat! How dare you accuse me! What proof have you got!?
Phoenix:
I can tell that not you nor anyone else in the world would go to that place for its food.
| Present Lunch Special
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The proof is in the pudding. Or in this case, the lunch menu."
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well?
Old Man:
Take this!
Phoenix:
Argh!
Old Man:
You're a disgrace! An idiot! A clot! A fool! You're only worthy of this pigeon feed!
Phoenix:
Ow! (Looks like that evidence wasn't it!) L-Listen...
Leads back to:
"I don't think you go to that restaurant for the food at all."
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Phoenix:
The proof is in the pudding. Or in this case, the lunch menu.
Old Man:
That's the Twin-T set!
Phoenix:
The food at Trés Bien is terrible. And expensive.
Old Man:
You're wrong. It's cheap.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Old Man:
I'm rich. I inherited money when I was a boy. Yes, I'm stinking rich! I haven't done a jot of work since I was born. Other than feeding the pigeons.
Phoenix:
(What a load of crock!)
Old Man:
The taste's another story, but the price... It's nothing to me.
Phoenix:
So, you're saying that you go there because you've got money to burn?
Old Man:
Exactly! I have so much cash, I go for a swim in my money vault every day!
Phoenix:
Unfortunately, that's a lie.
Old Man:
What!?
Phoenix:
You don't have money to burn. You're flat broke!
| Present Job Listings
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This is yours, right?"
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Phoenix:
Old Man:
Disrespectful youth!
Phoenix:
Uh?
Old Man:
Take this! The finest seeds money can buy! Ha-ha!
Phoenix:
Ouuuch! (These seeds really hurt when they land in your eyes!)
Old Man:
I'm rich, I tell you! Never worked in my life! As rich as they come!
Phoenix:
I don't believe you. You're lying to me.
Leads back to:
"What!?"
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Phoenix:
This is yours, right?
Old Man:
My magazine!
Phoenix:
Why would a rich retiree be looking for a job?
Old Man:
I-I-I was... Argh! So what!?
1 LOCK BROKEN
Old Man:
So I was looking for a job! I'm buying a lot at the moment. I need spending money.
Phoenix:
Oh?
Old Man:
I don't go to that restaurant for food. I just go for the javaccino.
Phoenix:
Yeah... I think you mean a cappuccino. Anyway, how much does a cappuccino cost there?
Old Man:
Eight dollars.
Phoenix:
(Those had better be some golden beans!)
Old Man:
What's your problem? You think a poor man would be better off drinking dishwater, do you? Is that it!?
Phoenix:
N-No. I wasn't thinking that. I was wondering if the coffee there is really that great...
Old Man:
No, it's not. But... But anyway! Yes! That place has free newspapers to read every day.
Phoenix:
Newspapers?
Old Man:
Exactly. They don't want me hanging around at home, so I go there.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, sir... But there are no free papers to read at Trés Bien!
| Present Sports Paper
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Take a look at this."
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well?
Old Man:
You like seeds, do you, boy?
Phoenix:
Sorry?
Old Man:
If you like them so much, then how about them seeds!? Now eat up, boy! You heard me!
Phoenix:
Ow! Oooow! (Well, oww! That was no good... Oww!)
Old Man:
Well, boy? How do you like them seeds, hmm?
Leads back to:
"But anyway! Yes! That place has free newspapers to read every day."
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Phoenix:
Take a look at this.
Old Man:
What is it?
Phoenix:
It's a newspaper I found behind the magazine rack at Trés Bien.
Old Man:
So? What of it?
Phoenix:
This was the only paper there. And it's dated more than one month ago!
Old Man:
Wh-What!?
Phoenix:
Do you see what I'm getting at here? That restaurant doesn't get newspapers. This is just one that a customer happened to leave behind!
Old Man:
Ah... Aaaaaargh!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
Tell me, why are you so determined to hide the truth?
Old Man:
I-I'm not hiding anything!
Phoenix:
(I'm going to have to put this guy out of his misery.) Listen... The real reason why you go so much to Trés Bien is...
| Present Maya Fey or Maggey Byrde profile
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Wh-What are you asking me about that girl for?"
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well?
Old Man:
Ah ha ha! You're wrong, you're wrong!
Phoenix:
Uh-oh. He's gone silly.
Old Man:
You're so stupid! Ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
(It's not the food, it's not the coffee, and it's not the newspapers... What else is there?)
Leads back to:
"Tell me, why are you so determined to hide the truth?"
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Old Man:
Wh-What are you asking me about that girl for?
Phoenix:
She was the waitress at Trés Bien.
Old Man:
Ah!
Phoenix:
Therefore, the answer to the mystery... ...of why an old man would drink expensive coffee at a terrible restaurant... ...is the waitress!
Old Man:
Argh! B-But I don't recognize that face!
Phoenix:
And you are probably telling the truth here. Because you weren't looking at the girl's face... But at her outfit!
Old Man:
*gulp*
Phoenix:
That's the truth, isn't it? You became a regular at the restaurant because of the waitress's uniform! That uniform is all you can think about, isn't it?
Old Man:
Uh... uh... I-I can't take it...
Phoenix:
To you, that waitress was your...
Old Man:
Enough! Please! No more! Stop saying that word! Stop saying, "waitress"! Stop it, stop it, stop it!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
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| Trés Bien regular (after breaking Psyche-Locks)
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Phoenix:
Um... Sir...
Old Man:
Yes, it's true! I was there for the young girl. Fine, so I'm a dirty, wicked, sinful old devil!
Phoenix:
No, no... I didn't mean it like that...
Old Man:
I even get one of those lousy cups of javaccino every time. For 8 dollars! All because of the serving girl! Punish me! Lock me up!
Phoenix:
Really, that's not what I'm here for.
Old Man:
You'll be the same! Another 20 years and you'll understand what it's like! You'll know how painful it is to be an old man like me!
Phoenix:
No, really. Listen, sir...
Old Man:
Stop calling me that! I have a name you know, boy! So show some respect, hmm!? I'm Victor Kudo.
Phoenix:
S-Sorry... Mr. Kudo.
Kudo:
You young ones think you know it all, don't you? Well, I'm not saying another word! I won't tell you anything more!
Phoenix:
(This guy was in the restaurant at the time of the incident. Which means I have to hear his testimony, one way or another!)
Kudo:
Hmph!
Phoenix:
(I don't believe this... I even broke his Psyche-Lock and everything... I guess I'll have to try to get him when he's in a better mood.)
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| Any option (after clearing "Trés Bien regular" Talk option)
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Phoenix:
Mr. Kudo! Please! This is really important.
Kudo:
Hmm, ha-hmm, hmm... Hmm, pi-pi-pigeon, hmm... Kah!
Phoenix:
(Ack. He's really giving me the cold shoulder now. But this guy's an important witness. I can't afford to lose his testimony. There must be a way to soften him up...)
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Criminal Affairs Dept.
| Present
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| Victor Kudo profile
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Gumshoe:
He looks like one of those grouchy old man types.
Phoenix:
Yeah.
Gumshoe:
It's OK, though. I don't mind guys like that. But, if he's involved with this case somehow, that's a different story.
Phoenix:
Um... sure.
Gumshoe:
Here's a tip for you, pal. If you wanna get information out of a guy like that... ...you're gonna have to find his weakness and try to get under his skin.
Phoenix:
(His weakness? I wonder what that might be...)
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Trés Bien
| Present
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| Victor Kudo profile
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Maya:
Oh, it's that old man... Is he still feeding the pigeons?
Phoenix:
Yeah. He "fed" me as well. I got a bunch of those seeds in my eyes.
Maya:
Ooh, ouch!
Phoenix:
Hey, Maya. Would you mind coming with me for a while?
Maya:
Huh? Me? Why?
Phoenix:
There's something I really want to ask that old man.
Maya:
Sure, OK. I'll just get changed.
Phoenix:
No, hang on! Can't you... go like that?
Maya:
... I guess...?
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Vitamin Square, after presenting Victor Kudo profile at Trés Bien:
Phoenix:
Um, sir...
Kudo:
Hmph! You again? ...
Maya:
?
Kudo:
Hmm... Well, well... I see...
Maya:
Uh, Nick. His eyes are burning into me!
Phoenix:
It's OK. I think it's going pretty well.
Kudo:
... Kah!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Kudo:
You're still just a little child! Run along and play on the slide, alright?
Maya:
P-Play on the slide?
Phoenix:
(Argh! We were so close! Just a little more and he would've spilled...)
Kudo:
Hmm, ha-hmm, hmm... Hmm, pi-pi-pigeon, hmm... Kah!
Phoenix:
(How can we crack this guy?)
???:
Um, excuse me please, sir...
Kudo:
Quiet! Can't you see I'm feeding... the... pige...
Phoenix:
Mia!?
Kudo:
Well...
Mia:
If you don't mind, sir... I'd really love to talk with you.
Kudo:
Yes. Yes, yes. Of course. Certainly. I'm Victor. Victor Kudo.
Phoenix:
(Even from beyond the grave... Wow...)
| Talk
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| What you saw
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Mia:
About the incident...
Kudo:
You mean, the man who died after drinking the javaccino?
Phoenix:
(It's like he's a different person...)
Kudo:
It was quite a shock! Even for me. He was a strange-looking boy. The girl took the javaccino over to him, you see.
Mia:
And... was the customer alone?
Kudo:
Definitely! He was the only person at the table. Then he took one sip of his javaccino, and...
Mia:
And?
Kudo:
And he said something like, "Uaaaargh!" and then collapsed. Dead.
Mia:
Oh, how terrifying!
Kudo:
You're so good at listening, aren't you? I'll tell you anything. Whatever you want to know! Hee hee hee.
Phoenix:
(He certainly seems to be telling the truth now. But it looks like Mr. Kudo didn't see this other man, either.)
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Mia:
Do you like the food at Trés Bien?
Kudo:
Well, of course! I'm really quite a sophisticated man. I was a young businessman once, you know. I set up a casino in London!
Mia:
Really? How interesting!
Kudo:
Eating the food at that restaurant really takes me back to my days in France.
Mia:
What a lovely story.
Phoenix:
(London's in England, not France!)
Kudo:
Oh, yes! France is wonderful. I'd love to show you around the city some time! It-It's too much! I can't take it! I want... France!
Mia:
Ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
(I can't believe Mia's laughing at the guy... *sigh*)
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Mia:
You visit Trés Bien a lot, don't you?
Kudo:
Of course! I mean, yes. I'd like to come and see you there. Heh heh heh.
Mia:
Really? Oh, you're so flattering! The owner would be delighted to welcome you, I'm sure.
Kudo:
Be careful of that chef, my dear!
Phoenix:
The chef? You mean Mr. Armstrong?
Kudo:
That's right. The man's an ex-con.
Phoenix:
He... He's an ex-con!?
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| Armstrong's record (appears after "Trés Bien regular")
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Mia:
Whatever did Mr. Armstrong do!?
Kudo:
Oh, no! Those eyes! I can't take this!
Phoenix:
(Mia's really got this guy eating out of her hand...)
Kudo:
He steals things. From his customers.
Phoenix:
From his customers?
Kudo:
Gloves, handkerchiefs... Little things, mainly. He's a pilferer! So you be careful around him, my dear.
Mia:
Are you sure about this?
Kudo:
Of course! He was arrested for it once. I was there when it happened, having my javaccino.
Phoenix:
(He really is a regular!)
Kudo:
Let me write you a little haiku about it.
Phoenix:
A haiku?
Kudo:
A Japanese poem. It'll explain all you need to know about that chef.
Victor's Note added to the Court Record.
Kudo:
If he takes anything again, you let me know! If it's not too expensive, I'll buy you a replacement!
Phoenix:
(Poor guy. He couldn't do enough for Mia.)
Mia:
OK, Phoenix. That's about as much as I can do to help.
Phoenix:
Thanks, Mia. We got some really important information thanks to you.
Mia:
Honestly! I can't believe Maya called me for something like this!
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Criminal Affairs Dept.
| Present
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| Maya Fey profile
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Gumshoe:
You're looking upbeat, as usual.
Maya:
And you're looking tired as usual, Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Yeah. That's life, huh? One guy's got it all, and one guy's got squat.
Maya:
Is it just me or did the room get darker all of a sudden...? You know, Detective. This is the year of the, um... gum!
Gumshoe:
I-It is?
Maya:
Yeah. ...I think.
Gumshoe:
Gum, huh? This is gonna be a great year for this ol' Gumshoe then, right?
Maya:
Look at that. He perked up in no time!
Phoenix:
Maya... Don't mess with him like that.
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After clearing "Armstrong's secret" Talk option at Police Station - Criminal Affairs Dept., and clearing "Armstrong's record" Talk option at Vitamin Square:
January 6
Trés Bien
Maya:
I guess it's about time to wrap up today's investigation.
Phoenix:
Had enough of being a waitress?
Maya:
Yeah. Plus, no one came to the restaurant...
Armstrong:
Oh lá lá! Mademoiselle Maya! Non! 'Ow can you leave like z'is!?
Maya:
I-I'm sorry...
Phoenix:
(That reminds me. Mr. Armstrong had a Psyche-Lock or three, didn't he? I'm going to have to break those...) Mr. Armstrong. I hope you won't mind, but I'd like to have another word with you...
Armstrong:
Volontiers! Of course!
| Talk
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| Maggey's motive
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Phoenix:
When Maggey took the coffee over to the victim... ...did anything happen?
Armstrong:
M-Monsieur... I cannot...
Phoenix:
Maggey wouldn't just have put poison in the coffee of some guy she didn't even know. If she's really guilty, there must have been something between her and the victim.
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
Armstrong:
N-Non. It was nothing. I am sure.
Phoenix:
(Somehow... I've gotta get this guy to spill the beans on everything he knows.)
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| Present
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| Job Listings
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Armstrong:
Oh lá lá! You are looking for la job also?
Phoenix:
N-No!
Armstrong:
Oui, oui. Your looks are un peu, unusual, shall we say? But I love your style!
Phoenix:
I look "unusual"?
Armstrong:
It will suit you perfectly, la uniform of la waitress!
Phoenix:
(I just knew it...)
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| Lunch Special
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Armstrong:
Oh lá lá! So you 'ave eaten my lunch, oui? Tell me, monsieur. Did you enjoy la lunch I prepared for you?
Phoenix:
It was a... unique and... wild mixture of flavors.
Maya:
That was the first time I ever had lobster, you know!
Armstrong:
Lobster? Z'ere was no lobster in my lunch...
Maya:
Huh? But, it said, "lobster" right on the menu.
Armstrong:
Mademoiselle Maya. Please, you must read la menu more carefully. It says, "A dish inspired by lobster and abalone fricassée with a balsamic vinaigrette.
Maya:
Oh. It's only inspired, is it?
Armstrong:
Oui. Inspired by z'ese ingredients, but not per'aps made from z'em, n'est-ce pas?
Maya:
Well, guess that's the way the cookie crumbles, Nick.
Phoenix:
(The way the lunch tasted, it's probably 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration.)
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| Jean's Loan Contract or Victor's Note
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Armstrong:
Pardon, pardon. W'izout my reading glasses, I cannot see z'is. I do not read English well.
Maya:
He's not even looking at it.
Phoenix:
(We better find a way to make him look, then.)
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| Maya Fey profile
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Armstrong:
Mademoiselle Maya! 'Ow are you finding my restaurant?
Maya:
I think I've got the hang of it now... But I think it's time for me to...
Armstrong:
Oh lá lá, non! You are quitting already? It will be a new record for z'e shortest period of employment ever!
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| Glen Elg profile
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Armstrong:
Ah, la dead man. 'E was la first in my restaurant.
Maya:
No way! You mean, the first customer you ever had!?
Armstrong:
Non, non, non. It was z'e first time I've 'ad a dead man in my restaurant. Such a s'ame to lose a customer after only 'is first meal 'ere!
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| Victor Kudo profile
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Armstrong:
Ah, z'is old man. 'E is a regular 'ere. My specialty of cappuccino and cold water is one of 'is favorites.
Phoenix:
Was he here at the time of the incident?
Armstrong:
Oui. 'E was 'ere. I am sure of it. When la incident 'appened, z'e old man was 'ere.
Maya:
...?
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| Present Magatama
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Phoenix:
3 PSYCHE-LOCKS
-- Maggey's motive --
Armstrong:
Wh-What is 'appening? I do not like zis 'orrible feeling.
Phoenix:
I have to know the truth. What happened that day?
Armstrong:
... Alors, alors! I will confess everything! Just don't 'urt me!
Phoenix:
Huh? (Well that was a new record!)
Armstrong:
It was a lottery ticket.
Phoenix:
A lottery ticket?
Armstrong:
La man who died 'ere 'ad a lottery ticket. For 'alf a million dollars!
Phoenix:
H-HALF A MILLION!?
Armstrong:
Oui. But after la incident, z'is ticket... It disappeared!
Phoenix:
(The ticket disappeared...?)
Armstrong:
Z'is was la motive z'at la prosecution gave for Maggey. Z'ey said z'at she poisoned the man to get ze 'alf a million dollar lottery ticket.
Phoenix:
Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?
Armstrong:
Mais, alors...
Phoenix:
You've been trying to hide this information about the lottery ticket from me. And I want to know the reason why!
Armstrong:
Non, monsieur! You doubt me? But I 'ave confessed to you everything I know!
Phoenix:
Mr. Armstrong. The half a million dollar lottery ticket... I think I know who took it. I think the winning ticket was stolen by this person.
| Present Jean Armstrong profile
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Mr. Armstrong! I believe there is a very high probability that it was you."
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well? How about it?
Armstrong:
Ça va?
Phoenix:
Excuse me?
Armstrong:
It means, "'Ow are you?"
Phoenix:
Oh. Um... I'm fine, thanks.
Armstrong:
Bien. I am 'appy to 'ear it.
Phoenix:
... (Doesn't sound like I'm doing so fine with this Psyche-Lock though...)
Armstrong:
Poor Maggey, she was tempted by la evil, non?
Phoenix:
(No! If it was really Maggey, then you'd have no reason to hide the facts from me!)
Leads back to:
"Mr. Armstrong."
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Phoenix:
Mr. Armstrong! I believe there is a very high probability that it was you.
Armstrong:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
(Wow! That is one piercing scream, even for a man like him...)
Armstrong:
Mais pourquoi moi!? Why!? You 'ave no evidence! I am not Mask☆DeMasque! I'm not z'e kind of person who steals z'e property of others.
Phoenix:
Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Armstrong, but I have evidence to the contrary. I present to you, proof that you have stolen from others in the past!
| Present Victor's Note
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"What is z'is!? A poem? Oh, monsieur, you know me so well! I adore poems!"
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Phoenix:
Armstrong:
Oui. Per'aps duck would be nice. A terrine, maybe?
Phoenix:
Sorry?
Armstrong:
I was just thinking about my lunch menu. Terrine de canard. What do you think?
Phoenix:
Th-That sounds lovely...
Armstrong:
Alors, Au revoir, monsieur. I must go to buy la ingredients.
Phoenix:
(I guess my evidence is a bit of a lame duck...)
Leads back to:
"I am not Mask☆DeMasque! I'm not z'e kind of person who steals z'e property of others."
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Armstrong:
What is z'is!? A poem? Oh, monsieur, you know me so well! I adore poems!
Phoenix:
Please, read it. And put some feeling into it.
Armstrong:
"Convicted before, a wicked man... or woman, repeat offender"...
Phoenix:
I'm sorry to have to bring it up, Mr. Armstrong... ...but you have been arrested for stealing from your customers before, haven't you?
Armstrong:
Mon dieu! Le mensonge! You are z'e liar!
Phoenix:
You deny it?
Armstrong:
Do not make la false accusations, s'il vous plaît! So do you 'ave any proof? I want to see la incontestable proof that I 'ave ever stolen from one of my customers!
| Present Magatama
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"It seems old habits die hard, Mr. Armstrong."
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Phoenix:
Armstrong:
♪Im~bécile, im~bécile, U ar an im~bécile...♪
Phoenix:
Wh-What are you singing?
Armstrong:
Just one of my favorite chansons. It is called, "Imbécile". It is French. Come, monsieur. Sing together w'iz me. ♪Im~bécile, im~bécile, U ar an im~bécile...♪
Phoenix:
(Armstrong's definitely stolen from his customers before... I just need to find the right evidence to prove it...)
Leads back to:
"So do you 'ave any proof?"
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Phoenix:
It seems old habits die hard, Mr. Armstrong.
Armstrong:
Wh-What is z'at?
Phoenix:
This is my Magatama. And I found it in your kitchen.
Armstrong:
Nooooon!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Phoenix:
(Wow, that scream just about broke some windows...)
Armstrong:
Oui... oui... I-I 'ave a weakness for la little trinkets and la figurines. My 'and, it just slips out. I cannot stop it.
Phoenix:
You've stolen handkerchiefs, gloves, and other things from your customers, right?
Armstrong:
Oui! It is la truth! I am just a timid little girl inside, monsieur. A timid little girl! Besides, z'is time, it was not la small trinket, oui? It was 500,000 dollars! Mais, non! Why would I steal it? I 'ave no need for such money.
Phoenix:
Really now?
Armstrong:
Oh, monsieur. What is it?
Phoenix:
Isn't it true that you're in some pretty serious trouble? And that you are in desperate need of a large amount of cash?
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This restaurant is deep in the red, isn't it?"
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Armstrong!?
Armstrong:
Mais, monsieur. It is not I who is in trouble. Is it you, non?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Armstrong:
Une petite question...
Phoenix:
Wh-What?
Armstrong:
It means, "a little question". Together now, w'iz me! Une petite question.
Phoenix:
Oon put it keschon.
Armstrong:
Bravo, monsieur! Oh, you are a dream! Excellent!
Phoenix:
(We're definitely not on the same page here... let alone book...)
Armstrong:
Is z'at all...?
Leads back to:
"Besides, z'is time, it was not la small trinket, oui? It was 500,000 dollars!"
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Phoenix:
This restaurant is deep in the red, isn't it?
Armstrong:
Ah!
Phoenix:
You have a loan... to the tune of half a million dollars! That lottery ticket would have wiped out your debts.
Armstrong:
Gnnngh...
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Armstrong!? What do you have to say for yourself now!?
Armstrong:
Ah... Aaaaaaaah!
1 LOCK BROKEN
Unlock Successful
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| Talk
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| Maggey's motive (after breaking Psyche-Lock)
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Phoenix:
Mr. Armstrong. You said that the victim had a winning lottery ticket for half a million dollars. How did you know he had something like that in the first place?
Armstrong:
Z'e man... 'E was listening to la radio wi'z 'is earpiece.
Phoenix:
(Hmm, Maggey said something about that, too.)
Armstrong:
La winning number was announced on la news, I think. All of a sudden, 'e exploded! "Yes! 'Alf a million!" 'e shouted.
Phoenix:
And the ticket?
Armstrong:
Oui. 'E 'ad all of 'is tickets spread out on la table. I... I was so desperately in need of money, so I...
Phoenix:
Put the poison in his coffee?
Armstrong:
Non, non, non, non, non! Oh, non, you naughty man! I simply 'elped myself to one of 'is tickets.
Maya:
What?
Armstrong:
La victim collapsed, and Maggey passed out. I thought to myself, "Pourquoi pas?" 'E 'ad so many of zem.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, but only one of them was the winning ticket, right?)
Maya:
How could you do that, Mr. Armstrong!? Maggey was arrested because of you!
Armstrong:
Non! Z'is is not true!
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| Winning ticket (appears after "Maggey's motive")
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Leads to:
"I did not take it! La ticket for 'alf a million, I mean."
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Armstrong:
I did not take it! La ticket for 'alf a million, I mean.
Maya:
But you just told us you did! You said you took a ticket!
Armstrong:
Mais non, ma fille! It was not...
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That's enough.
Maya:
Huh? AAAAAAAAAH! Mr. Godot!
Phoenix:
What in the heck are you doing here!?
Godot:
Urgh! This is without doubt... the worst coffee I have ever tasted, Mr. Armstrong.
Phoenix:
(He came in here for coffee!? Does his craving for coffee know no bounds!?)
Godot:
Perhaps Mr. Armstrong stole one of the victim's tickets on the day in question.
Armstrong:
I am la air'ead, non? Just a pretty little girl who everyone is laughing at.
Maya:
But, in that case, Maggey shouldn't be the only one under suspicion...
Godot:
He had the wrong ticket.
Phoenix:
...What?
Godot:
Mr. Armstrong made off with the winning ticket's pretty neighbor.
Maya:
So... the ticket he took was worthless?
Godot:
Not quite. He did win something. A dollar.
Armstrong:
You see! I am just a pretty face! W'izout my looks, I 'ave nothing!
Phoenix:
So... What happened to the winning ticket, then? The one he meant to steal.
Godot:
Indeed. What did happen to it? I don't like spoiling myself by watching trailers, so... ...we'll just wait and see how the movie turns out tomorrow, won't we?
Maya:
Nngh...
Armstrong:
Voilà! You two! Time to laugh at la pretty little air'ead!
Phoenix:
(Looks like I won't be needing this note anymore.)
Victor's Note thrown into the trash.
Phoenix:
Looks like we've got a new mystery now. Namely, where did the winning ticket go?
Maya:
I've got a bad feeling about this.
Phoenix:
Well, anyway. We can't let Maggey suffer any longer for this. And certainly not again.
To be continued.
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Phoenix:
No clues here.
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Phoenix:
(I don't think I have enough evidence yet... I should investigate and gather some more clues before I try again...)
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...Mr. Nick...
...If you push yourself any more, your soul will shatter...
...Please calm down, collect your thoughts, and try again...
Phoenix:
(Nnrgh! I've made too many mistakes!)
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