Episode 5
Rise from the Ashes
Phoenix:
It's been two months since Maya left the office... Two months without a single trial. I've had offers... But none I took. That is... until the day that girl showed up.
February 22, 10:02 AM
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix:
(Why do I come here to the office every day? It's not like I want to work...)
???:
There you are! Finally! Where have you been!? My sister's trial is tomorrow!
Phoenix:
... ... Um... who are you?
???:
It doesn't matter who I am! It only matters who YOU are! You're the famous defense attorney, Mia Fey!
Phoenix:
...
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Phoenix:
...
???:
Oh, uh... You're not Mia Fey, are you?
Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but Ms. Mia Fey no longer... works here.
???:
So you are...? The coffee boy?
Phoenix:
I'm Phoenix Wright... A defense attorney.
???:
Wright... Wright... Wait! You're THE Phoenix Wright!? The Phoenix Wright from the Edgeworth murder case!?
Phoenix:
Um, yes, that's correct. (It wasn't Edgeworth who was murdered, though...)
???:
That's a relief then! You're better than nobody!
Phoenix:
I'm sorry... I'm afraid I'm not taking cases right now.
???:
But, you are Phoenix Wright, right? The undefeated defense
attorney?
Phoenix:
Look, I'm not accepting any new cases. I'm sorry, but you'll have
to try elsewhere.
???:
Please! I'm out of time!
Phoenix:
But...
???:
Please, you have to help! I-it's my sister!
Phoenix:
...!
Phoenix:
(Maya...? Could it be...?)
Phoenix:
... Okay. I'll hear you out.
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R-really!? Thank you so much! My name's Ema, Ema Skye. I'm a scientific investigator.
Phoenix:
(Scientific investigator?)
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Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me. I tried reading one, and it made my head hurt. When I closed it, it slipped out of my hand. Then my foot hurt too.
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| Charley the plant
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Phoenix:
Mia's plant, "Charley." I've been taking care of him in Maya's absence.
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| Mia's desk
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Phoenix:
Mia's desk. I sit here even less now that I've stopped taking cases. I ought to at least dust it off once in a while.
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Phoenix:
There's a poster of the Steel Samurai on the wall. Maya stuck it up here on the day that she left. I didn't have the heart to take it down.
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
I do sometimes get strange looks from the clients, though.
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Phoenix:
Looks like it's cleaning day again at the hotel across the way. I hear they're planning a second branch outside the city. Egads! The bellboy was staring right at me.
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| Ema
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Phoenix:
Ema, was it? So you're a "scientific investigator"?
Ema:
Yes! That's right! Is... something wrong?
Phoenix:
No, it's just, you seem kind of, er, jumpy. Or maybe just... young?
Ema:
Young? I'll be sixteen years old this year!
Phoenix:
Oh, I see... wait! Only sixteen!?
Ema:
I'm set to be formally assigned to Forensics in three more years. My work is becoming quite well known... At my age, no less!
Phoenix:
Um, so what exactly is your current position, then?
Ema:
Well, legally speaking... I guess you'd call me an "Eleventh Grader." But I'm ready to do my job! At my age, no less!
Phoenix:
(Great, another future professional in training...)
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Phoenix:
So what's this about a case? You said the trial's tomorrow?
Ema:
My sister didn't do it! She wouldn't stab someone with a knife! She wouldn't!
Phoenix:
So... it's a murder case.
Ema:
I don't care if there's a witness who saw her do it! She didn't do it! I know she didn't do it! It's a scientific fact!
Phoenix:
And... there's a witness.
Ema:
J-just talk to her! You have to talk to her!
Phoenix:
Right... I suppose I will.
Ema:
I promised her I'd bring Mia Fey, but...
Phoenix:
(That's interesting... How would she know Mia?)
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Phoenix:
So, you want to be a scientific investigator when you grow up, then?
Ema:
E-excuse me? I'm not a child, I'll have you know!
Phoenix:
Still, it's good to have a goal. Albeit a very unusual one.
Ema:
I believe investigations should be done scientifically! Don't you?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah. (Sure can't fault her for a lack of enthusiasm.)
Ema:
If this case is handled scientifically, I'm sure my sister's name will be cleared!
Phoenix:
Your sister...?
Ema:
I've been doing research, you know! I'm developing a new scientific method of case investigation! I'll show you when I'm done!
Phoenix:
I'm looking forward to it. (Guess I should get down to the Detention Center and talk to her sister.)
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| Relation to Mia (appears after The case)
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Ema:
My sister asked for her specifically. Mia Fey... was a few years below her in school.
Phoenix:
(So she went to the same school as Mia.)
Ema:
She always told me to go to Mia if I ever needed a defense attorney... And, well... I need one.
Phoenix:
Um, incidentally, Mia is a woman.
Ema:
Mia... Yeah, I thought it was a little strange when I saw you, too.
Phoenix:
Well, it's nice of you to help your sister out like this. You must be close.
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
?
Ema:
Well... Actually, when she gets like she is now, I kind of hate her.
Phoenix:
(Huh?)
Ema:
But... But she's my only family.
Phoenix:
Your only family? What about your parents?
Ema:
They died in a car accident when I was little.
Phoenix:
Oh... I'm sorry.
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| Present
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| Attorney's Badge
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Phoenix:
See this? It's my Attorney's Badge.
Ema:
Ahh! Well! I've never seen a real one before.
Phoenix:
(You're the first one who's actually been interested in mine, believe me.)
Ema:
Its composition is mostly silver. The gold plating is flaking a bit.
Phoenix:
(She analyzed it. Scientifically...)
Ema:
There doesn't appear to be any corrosion due to sulfides. I'd give you $50.00 for it.
Phoenix:
Sorry, but it's not for sale. Yet...
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| Detention Center
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Leads to:
February 22
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
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February 22
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
(Hmm, I wonder what's wrong with Ema? She got quiet all of a sudden as soon as we arrived.)
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Guard... I thought I told you I didn't want visitors.
Guard:
S-s-s-sorry, ma'am! It's j-j-just, your sister...
???:
No excuses! Or did you not want a raise this year, hmm?
Guard:
U-u-u-understood, ma'am!
Phoenix:
(Wh-wh-wh-what was that all about?)
Ema:
H-hi, Lana.
???:
Funny. I seem to remember specifically telling you NOT to come here. Perhaps my memory is failing?
Ema:
L-look... I didn't want to come here either, okay? But your trial's tomorrow and you still don't have a defense attorney!
???:
I'll be the one in court tomorrow. This has nothing to do with you, Ema. Isn't that right, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Hey! How do you know me?
???:
Mia mentioned you. I've heard... quite a bit.
Phoenix:
Er, I'm sorry. What exactly is it that you do...?
???:
My name is Lana, Lana Skye.
Lana:
I'm Chief Prosecutor for this district.
Phoenix:
Y-you're a prosecutor!? (Two sisters... one a lawyer. Could this be a coincidence? Ema... Lana... I mean, they're just like...)
Ema:
Is something wrong, Mr. Wright?
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Phoenix:
Smile for the camera...
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Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. He's frozen in fear of the frigid Miss Lana. I'm feeling a bit chilly myself.
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| The case
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Lana:
There's something you should know from the start.
Phoenix:
W-which is?
Lana:
The suspect in this case has confessed to the crime.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
W-wait! But the suspect... The suspect is...!
Lana:
Me. I did it. Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Well... why don't you begin by telling me exactly what happened.
Lana:
The crime took place yesterday, February 21, at 5:15 PM.
Phoenix:
That's quite specific.
Lana:
It was in the witness's deposition. A witness clearly saw me committing the crime.
Phoenix:
Uh... My, that was a bit of bad luck, wasn't it?
Lana:
The crime took place in the underground parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office. The body was found in the trunk of my subordinate's car.
Phoenix:
The Prosecutor's Office, huh? (In your subordinate's car trunk? Classy...)
Lana:
I was arrested on the spot. Caught red-handed, as it were.
Phoenix:
(My, my...)
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Phoenix:
So, who was the victim?
Lana:
An investigator with the Police Department. I suppose the correct term is "Detective."
Ema:
A detective...?
Lana:
Death was due to a loss of blood. He was stabbed once in the stomach.
Phoenix:
By... you?
Lana:
Death wasn't immediate, but the wound was fatal.
Phoenix:
I see...
Lana:
Allow me to repeat myself, Mr. Wright. The victim was a detective. You know what that means, don't you?
Phoenix:
Uh oh!
Ema:
What? Mr. Wright? What does it mean?
Phoenix:
Well, it means...
Lana:
The police department will consider it a matter of pride to have me found guilty. They will use any means at their disposal to do so.
Phoenix:
(This case gets worse and worse with everything I learn.)
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Phoenix:
So, you're the Chief Prosecutor?
Lana:
That is correct. I'm responsible for overseeing every trial handled by prosecutors in this district. I make sure the prosecutors have what they need to do the job, and manage every aspect. Those are my responsibilities, in a nutshell.
Phoenix:
(That's an awfully large nutshell.)
Lana:
Still, I'm a little surprised. I would think you'd recognize the district's Chief Prosecutor, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Lana:
In fact, it seems impossible you wouldn't...
Ema:
Um... Lana? What happened to your hand?
Lana:
Oh, this? I cut myself by accident. When I stabbed him, that is.
Ema:
Huh?
Lana:
I'm not very good at being a criminal, I suppose.
Phoenix:
(How am I supposed to defend this!? Time to change the subject... Wait, she was in the class ahead of Mia, wasn't she...?)
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Phoenix:
Um, you were in school with Mia, correct? A few years above her?
Lana:
... Ema told you that, too, did she?
Ema:
W-well, why not? I did drag him all the way here from his office!
Lana:
Although it seems he has very little in common with Mia...
Phoenix:
(Hey!)
Lana:
It was in law school. I was in my third year, and she was auditing the class. She was different than the other students.
Phoenix:
Different?
Lana:
She was strong... She'd do anything to become a defense attorney. Anything. That... was probably why she was attracted to me.
Phoenix:
E-excuse me!?
Ema:
Intellectually attracted! Lana was top of her class in school.
Lana:
I was the best there was.
Phoenix:
Oh...
Ema:
I'm doing pretty good in school too, by the way!
Phoenix:
(It sounds a bit different when Ema says it...)
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| Attorney's Badge
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Lana:
Your badge looks new.
Phoenix:
I polish it daily.
Lana:
In a few years, the gold plating will flake off. Then we'll see the real you.
Phoenix:
(Gah! What ever happened to innocent small talk!?)
Lana:
Give it three years. Then we'll see what you have become.
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(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Lana:
Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
E-excuse me?
Lana:
As you can plainly see, I am admitting my guilt. I think it's safe to say... there's no way you can take this case. None.
Ema:
B-but, Lana!
Lana:
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Ema:
You... you were always this way, weren't you? You never think of anyone
but yourself.
Lana:
...!
Ema:
I know you didn't do it, Lana, I know! So... So how can you say you did!?
Lana:
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Ema:
If I lose you... I'll be all alone! I... I hate you, Lana!
Lana:
... Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Y-yes?
Lana:
I believe our discussion here is ended. The rest... I leave to you.
Phoenix:
...! Um... you mean, you're requesting my services as your defense?
Lana:
Don't lose any sleep over it. Your client has confessed, after all. The case is over.
Phoenix:
Right... I'll do what I can to get to the bottom of this.
Lana:
...
Phoenix:
(Lana has confessed to the crime, yes... But something doesn't fit. It's that look in Ema's eyes. There's something else going on here... and I'm going to find out what!)
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Ema:
I'm sorry, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh? About what?
Ema:
My sister... She's not always like that you know.
Phoenix:
... I just never expected to be defending another prosecutor again.
Ema:
She's changed a lot. She used to be so gentle, always smiling. Everybody liked her.
Phoenix:
I see... (Sorry, but I'm having trouble imagining that.) What happened to her?
Ema:
I don't know for certain myself... I think maybe she... Well, maybe not.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like there's something there that defies a simple scientific explanation.) Let's go check out this underground parking at the Prosecutor's Office, shall we?
Ema:
O-Okay!
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Leads to:
February 22
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot
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February 22
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot
Phoenix:
So this is the lot where it all happened?
Ema:
Looks like they're still investigating...
Phoenix:
(Funny that my first visit to the Prosecutor's Office should be like this...)
Ema:
Hey everyone! Keep up the good work!
Phoenix:
H-hey! What are you thinking?
Ema:
Well, they are going to be my coworkers three years from now after all. No harm in saying hello...
Phoenix:
Actually, there is. You know attorneys aren't supposed to examine crime scenes?
Phoenix:
I'm trying to not stand out too much, here, see?
???:
Hey there! You 'specting to go unnoticed here, pardner?
Ema:
P-Pardner?
???:
What do we have here? Looks like a bambina got loose from the ranch and is up to no good! Folks gotta learn to keep them dogies tied down, pardner.
Ema:
M-Mr. Marshall!
Phoenix:
(Marshall? Looks more like a sheriff to me...)
???:
Lookie here, bambina. I know how you feel. But this is my gang's gold strike, see?
Ema:
Strike...?
???:
This is our claim, our territory. And the goldmine is... evidence. If you're fixin' to mess with what's ours... You'll regret it, pardner! You know what dreams the cacti out in the desert dream? You want to?
Phoenix:
(What's this guy talking about!?)
???:
You head along home now. Happy trails, bambina!
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
Was that uh, hombre, a friend of yours?
Ema:
Uh... kind of... sort of... Yeah. He's a detective.
Phoenix:
(Who thinks he's a sheriff from the Wild West it seems.)
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Ema:
Look! A stylish, glass-walled room! Very nice.
Phoenix:
You could see the whole parking lot from in there.
Ema:
It says "SECURITY." Perhaps it's a cafe?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
"Cafe Security"... Yeah, that must be it. Let's check it out later!
Phoenix:
Um. I hate to break it to you, but I think that's probably just a security guard office.
Ema:
... You know, I scored a 97 on my science test the other day!
Phoenix:
(Too bad they don't have a test for common sense.)
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Ema:
This is where the cars leave the lot.
Phoenix:
The arrow on the ground makes it look more like an entrance.
Ema:
What are you talking about? It's plainly an exit!
Phoenix:
Well, maybe it's both. Kind of a dual purpose?
Ema:
Ah hah! The theory of relativity!
Phoenix:
What? Uh...
Ema:
I've got to write this down. Ah! Hey, hey, Mr. Wright! Maybe you know... Was Mr. Relativity, German? Or was he British?
Phoenix:
Mr. Relativity? Are you sure that was his name?
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Ema:
Look! A door! This must mean something!
Phoenix:
I'm not sure that doors "mean" anything.
Ema:
No! It won't open! A mysterious lock!
Phoenix:
I fail to see what's mysterious about it.
Ema:
Mr. Wright... You need to learn to enjoy life more.
Phoenix:
Let's finish our investigation first, shall we?
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Ema:
Ah hah! A ladder.
Phoenix:
Um... That's a stepladder.
Ema:
What's the difference? In scientific terms, please.
Phoenix:
S-scientific, huh?
Ema:
Look at the basic nature of things, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(This all seems so horribly familiar somehow...)
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Ema:
Here, a phone. Let's see if it works...
Phoenix:
Hey. Don't touch stuff we don't need to be touching.
Ema:
... I can't hear anything! My ears! No, my ears! Maybe it's due to the barometric pressure...
Phoenix:
(What is she babbling about?)
Ema:
Hey!? What did you just say?
Phoenix:
See? You can hear just fine. The phone's broken!
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Ema:
This wall is in our way.
Phoenix:
It's got a faucet for water.
Ema:
Wait! I know! This "wall" is merely a facade, hiding the truth... This is no wall, but a water tank!!!
Phoenix:
(I fail to see how it makes any difference either way...)
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Phoenix:
An oil drum. Looks like it's filled with water.
Ema:
I-it's heavy! I can't even budge it!
Phoenix:
The drum over here is on its side.
Ema:
Wait! I know! I'll hide in here and do a stake-out!
Phoenix:
I think you'll probably just get arrested. (In fact, you may not even have to hide in the drum to get arrested.)
Ema:
What? I'm not suspicious!
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Phoenix:
What's this? A wallet?
Phoenix:
Um, excuse me! Officer!
Ema:
W-w-waaaait! What are you doing, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
What am I doing? I just found this wallet, so I'm handing it over to the police...
Ema:
I don't believe it! This is real basic: anything at a crime scene is evidence! Let's be scientific about this, please! Just put it in your pocket.
Phoenix:
H-how is that scientific? (Sounds like theft to me!)
Wallet hastily stuffed into pocket.
Ema:
I'm called to duty already, and at my tender age! Here, I'll teach you the trick to examining evidence in detail, okay?
Phoenix:
(By the way her eyes are sparkling, I can tell she's been waiting for this...)
Ema:
Okay, okay, now. Look at the Court Record! You have to be sure to examine evidence carefully on all sides! Now. Let's start examining! From every angle!
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Ema:
Oh look! I think there might be a clue there. You should check it out! Press the Examine button.
Leads to:
"This... This is an ID card."
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Phoenix:
This... This is an ID card. (Detective Bruce Goodman, ID # 5842189...)
Ema:
See? Well? Isn't scientific investigation useful?
Phoenix:
I guess... Though I don't see what "science" has to do with it.
Goodman's ID added to the Court Record.
Ema:
Let's be sure to examine every piece of evidence we find!
Phoenix:
(I guess I've got to be on my toes from now on...)
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Ema:
Well, no time to waste! Let's get hunting for clues! Hmm... I wonder what this is?
???:
Well, pardner. Looks like you got no intention of going home quietly.
Phoenix:
(The sheriff!)
???:
Like I said before, this here's our claim. You'd best be moseying along. Unless you're fixing to bite the bullet.
Phoenix:
(Gah! Scary!)
Ema:
C-could you just tell us one thing...? Who owns that car?
???:
Well, well. The little filly's got a good nose on her! You want to know who rides that red mustang with the body in her saddle, eh?
Ema:
Please!
???:
No problem, pardner. 'Bout time for vittles anyway. Get yourself to the saloon up on the 12th floor of the Prospector's Office. Might just find you a cervesa you like.
Phoenix:
(Prospector's Office? Where does this guy think he is? And when, for that matter!?)
Ema:
Note to self: look up vittles, saloon, cervesa.
Phoenix:
(Maybe we should check out room 1202... the High Prosecutor's Office!)
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In any case, stay away from the car. You can look around here all you like, just keep your paws off our claim.
Phoenix:
(Right... great.)
Ema:
Great! Maybe there are some clues around here, Mr. Wright! Let's check it out!
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Ema:
So this is what the back of the badge looks like! And I always thought it had a safety pin!
Phoenix:
Each badge has a number carved into it. That way, you can tell which attorney it belongs to.
Ema:
You mean you couldn't lend your badge to anyone?
Phoenix:
No, I'd be found out right away.
Ema:
Well that's no fun!
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Phoenix:
A name and ID number are written here. "Detective Bruce Goodman, ID# 5842189"
Ema:
I wonder why they only use numbers for IDs.
Phoenix:
What else would they use?
Ema:
Letters, silly! They're the reason we have a written language in the first place!
Phoenix:
True...
Ema:
"Detective: Gruce Goodman, ID: YABADAB" See? Wouldn't that be better?
Phoenix:
"YABADAB"? Well, it does have a certain ring to it...
Ema:
Exactly my point! Tee-hee!
Phoenix:
(It doesn't take much to amuse her.)
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(Examining Wallet and right side leads to:)
???:
Excuse me? Were you two all set?
Ema:
Us?
Phoenix:
(What's this? She couldn't be...)
Ema:
Y-you're selling lunches? Here? This is a crime scene!
???:
Hello! Half n' Half, was it?
Ema:
Oh. Uh, thanks.
???:
And you, sir?
Phoenix:
Y-yes?
???:
Some Crunchy Goodness coming at you!
Phoenix:
Uh... thanks. (Interesting way of doing business.)
???:
This area is off limits to anyone without clearance. Especially passers-by. Or are you officers?
Ema:
Uh... no, but you... You don't exactly look like the type to have clearance.
???:
Well, that's hardly a way to greet someone! Even if my days as the "Cough-up Queen" are over...
Phoenix:
C-cough-up? Huh?
Ema:
You know, I'm feeling kind of full. Maybe I'll pass on lunch...
???:
I'm quite connected to this case, you see. The images are burned into my eyes, you might say. Yes, all the sordid secrets...
Ema:
Secrets...?
???:
Dear me. You are a slow one, aren't you? I'm referring to the murder. The stabbing of that detective.
Phoenix:
Whaaaat!?
Lana:
A witness clearly saw me committing the crime.
Ema:
You mean you're the witness my sister was talking about?
Phoenix:
Please! Cough-up Queen! Tell us what happened!
Angel:
The name is Angel Starr. Don't you go forgetting it. Or before you know it I'll have you whimpering at my heels.
Phoenix:
Y-y-yes, ma'am! (Yipes! She means it!)
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Leads to:
February 22
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
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Wright & Co. Law Offices
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Phoenix:
Here, see this?
Ema:
Ahh! I've noticed that defense attorneys have a tendency to want to show people things.
Phoenix:
(What is this? A behavioral study of lawyers?)
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February 22
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
Ema:
This... this is quite the place.
Phoenix:
You can say that again.
Ema:
But, you know Mr. Wright, you could do your office up like this too! All you need is money and a little design sense...
Phoenix:
I'm not doing so well in either of those areas.
Ema:
In any case, it looks like the prosecutor is out.
Phoenix:
Let's come back later.
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Ema:
There's a jacket framed on the wall like a painting! The fabric is high-grade cashmere... Italian styling... Silk ruffles, turquoise buttons, and a gold thread collar. I'm guessing it's worth around $5,000.
Phoenix:
F-five thousand dollars!?
Ema:
Speaking of which, your suit would be about...
Phoenix:
Th-that's enough of that. I don't need my life appraised thank you very much.
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Ema:
Whoa! What a view! It must be nice to have an office on the 12th floor.
Phoenix:
I guess you would feel... important.
Ema:
Incidentally... Were you to jump out this window, the time until impact with the ground would be... ... Got it! Approximately 3.23 seconds!
Phoenix:
(That's handy to know...)
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| Bookshelf
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Ema:
Whoa! These are all case files!? They're stacked up to the ceiling! There's even a ladder...
Phoenix:
With them already packed in so tight like that... what's he going to do when he gets new case files?
Ema:
... Splendid, Mr. Wright! What an unusual observation!
Phoenix:
(I think that was a compliment...)
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Ema:
Ooh! What a soft and comfy sofa! It makes you want to say, "sofa, so good!"
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
"Sofa"... "So far"...?
Phoenix:
Yeah, I got it. (I'm glad she's not an aspiring comedienne...)
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Phoenix:
What's this? It looks like a shield of some kind... It's broken. Maybe it's made out of chocolate, and he took a bite out of it.
Ema:
It appears to be made out of bronze with gold plating. It's not worth much. $70 tops.
Phoenix:
(This girl has a thing about pricing everything, doesn't she?)
Ema:
I wonder what that big "K" means? Mysterious...
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Ema:
Wow! What an amazing bouquet!
Phoenix:
No kidding. Hey, there's a card on it... "Back from the Dead -- Wendy" ("Wendy?"... I've heard that name somewhere before.)
Ema:
And here beside it... A giant Steel Samurai! Wow, I want one!
Phoenix:
Huh? There's something written on the bottom of his foot. "Between a rock and a hard place. -- Wendy"
Ema:
Is the prosecutor in this office named "Wendy"?
Phoenix:
Um... I don't think so.
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Phoenix:
A work desk. It's quite tidy, as one might expect.
Ema:
What a nice desk! Easy to use, and easy on the eyes! It's polished so high I can see my own reflection.
Phoenix:
I'd prefer not to have to look at myself while I work...
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Ema:
Oooh! Cute! What a pretty tea set!
Phoenix:
I go more for the instant tea bags myself.
Ema:
Amazing! The drawer below is filled with packets of tea leaves! They're all sorted by place of origin and flavor! Look at this Royal blend! What an exquisitely splendid concoction!
Phoenix:
(There's such a thing as taking a hobby too far...)
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Ema:
Hey, a chessboard!
Phoenix:
I'm not too up on my chess but it looks like Blue's in a bit of a tight spot.
Ema:
The Red Knights have surrounded the Blue Pawn...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
Those horses are mounted knights. Their swords have really sharp "edges!" And check out that poor pawn, his head is kind of spiky... Kind of reminds me of you.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, I know, but isn't the point to surround the King?)
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Underground Parking Lot
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| The case
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Angel:
Somehow... I knew. Yesterday was a day of destiny... I knew something was going to happen... Just like I know that the Daily Special on Friday every week is salmon.
Phoenix:
Destiny...? Was yesterday special for some reason?
Angel:
You're a defense attorney, right? You should know then. You should know the foul misdeeds of the evil ones who haunt this den of inequity!
Ema:
E-evil ones?
Angel:
Prosecutors! They have no qualms at all about blackening the name of innocents! And yesterday they paid homage to the most evil one of all! They gave an award for "King of Prosecutors"... What a farce!
Ema:
So, she's saying... There was some sort of prosecutor's convention yesterday.
Angel:
I was almost compelled to lace their lunches with something foul...
Ema:
Do you have a personal grievance against prosecutors, or something? Or is there some kind of scientific evidence of this, um, "evil"?
Angel:
Young miss... Mock me at your own risk! You'll soon find out why they call me the "Cough-up Queen"!
Ema:
Ew!
Angel:
The most heinous of all the evil ones, the one they awarded yesterday... It was in his car that they found the body! Proof that he devours the evilest lunches of all!
Ema:
R-really!?
Phoenix:
(Really what? I'm totally confused... One thing's clear. This lunch lady has a thing against prosecutors.)
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Phoenix:
So, what exactly was it that you witnessed, Ms. Starr?
Angel:
It was a fascinating spectacle, to be sure! I now feel I know what they say when they talk about a "woman's wrath." To see Lana Skye wield that knife so...
Phoenix:
!
Angel:
Her knife flashed in anger, bringing him to a sad end. It was truly a sight to see.
Ema:
Y-you mean you saw the very moment of the crime!?
Angel:
The sound of his silvery ties to this world being cruelly cut still rings in my ears. And the rhythmic beat of Lana Skye's knife...
Phoenix:
Wait a second! You know Lana Skye?
Angel:
Hmph. Of course. It's quite a feat... becoming Chief Prosecutor. How many lunchboxes of sin did she pack to make that journey, I wonder!
Ema:
She... always travels light.
Phoenix:
(Now why would this pretty lunch lady know the Chief Prosecutor's name?)
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Ema:
Um... Could we ask you a bit about yourself, Ms. Starr?
Angel:
I come here every day to sell lunches. I import only the freshest and best from the Far East. For some reason, the box lunches are a hit here.
Ema:
Why not make the lunches here rather than import them?
Angel:
Did you say something?
Ema:
N-no...
Angel:
Only true connoisseurs can understand... The kind you can only tell someone who has tried General Tso's Trilobite lunch set.
Ema:
Ah... Nevermind... You win.
Phoenix:
(I don't even want to appreciate part of a trilobite's flavor.)
Angel:
Anyway, I come here every day to sell lunches. My boyfriend works in the security room here at the Prosecutor's Office.
Ema:
Y-your boyfriend?
Angel:
See the security room over there?
Phoenix:
The glass-walled booth?
Angel:
I sell my lunches and, since I'm here anyway, I drop in to see him.
Phoenix:
(Since you're here anyway... I guess selling lunches is more important than romance.)
Ema:
So, to scientifically analyze the data available so far... You, Ms. Starr, are a lunch vendor with an ulterior motive for coming here!
Phoenix:
(Useful analysis. Not.)
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Phoenix:
Did you have a bad experience with a prosecutor, Ms. Starr? I sense some... hostility.
Angel:
Hostility? Hah! Perhaps. Prosecutors are all alike. And the bigger they get, the worse they smell. Kind of like 10-day old clams in the chowder.
Phoenix:
(I wonder if Ms. Starr was involved in some sort of legal trouble in the past?)
Ema:
That'd be a sure cause of food poisoning! Scientifically speaking, of course. I mean, now you're talking "Cough-up Queen"!
Phoenix:
(I thought she was just a lunch vendor, but now I'm not so sure...)
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Angel:
A defense attorney must be able to fight... How about you? Do you think you can win? How about tackling Lunchland's Pickle Supreme lunchbox!?
Ema:
Wow! It's really crunchy!
Phoenix:
(A box of pickles...? Kind of a sad lunch if you ask me.)
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Phoenix:
About this card...
Angel:
... Lunchland vendors only accept cash. No cards. Especially not a card belonging to someone else!
Phoenix:
No, no, this isn't a credit card. It's an ID card. It belongs to a detective...
Angel:
And you're showing this to me, the lunch lady, why? That's like showing a fine honeyed ham to a detective!
Phoenix:
(Why do I always feel like I'm being mocked?)
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Leads to:
February 22
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
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February 22
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
Ema:
This is the kind of room that just screams "I can do the job." Quite a change from your office, really.
Phoenix:
Thanks.
Ema:
Look, look! There's a trophy or something here!
Phoenix:
(A trophy? What, that shield?)
Ema:
It takes real nerve to display stuff like this. Whoever's office this is, he must be a real stuck-up jerk!
???:
Mr. Phoenix Wright... You never tire of prying into other people's business, do you?
Phoenix:
(That voice...!) Long time, no see, Edgeworth.
Ema:
Huh? Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! M-M-Mr. Edgeworth!
Phoenix:
...! You know him from somewhere?
Ema:
O-of course! I'm his biggest fan! My sister introduced us once, and...
Phoenix:
(Right... her sister was the Chief Prosecutor, after all.)
Edgeworth:
Well? What brings you here? I'll warn you... I've been known to be a real stuck-up jerk...
Ema:
N-no! Did I...? No! It was just, Mr. Wright here, he...
Phoenix:
Hey! Don't blame me!
Ema:
W-we're just here to investigate a murder case!
Edgeworth:
Murder...?
Ema:
A body was found in this nasty, bright red sports car in the parking lot...
Edgeworth:
Hmm? That would be my car. What of it?
Ema:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaa!? Y-y-y-your car!?
Phoenix:
(I'll say one thing, she certainly can scream.)
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Ema:
Wow! This jacket is even lacier than his usual ones! This must be his lucky trial jacket!
Phoenix:
Lucky jacket, right... I've never seen him wear it.
Ema:
I'm sure there's a story behind why it's in a frame! Maybe I'll be naughty... and take a picture!
Phoenix:
(She's getting way too excited bout this.)
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Ema:
Whoa! These are all case files!? They're stacked up to the ceiling! There's even a ladder...
Phoenix:
Odd... I thought Edgeworth wasn't good with heights.
Ema:
He must have someone get them for him.
Phoenix:
(Strange... Why did I just picture Detective Gumshoe?)
Ema:
He must study these case reports so closely... He's so cool!
Phoenix:
You wouldn't say that if you saw him sweating bullets up on that ladder.
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Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth has such a comfy sofa!
Phoenix:
Sofas like this make me want to curl up and take a nap.
Ema:
I bet he pours over his case files here until the wee hours of the morning... Then he takes off his jacket, rolls up his sleeves... And goes to sleep using his arms as a pillow!
Phoenix:
(I don't believe it. She's actually daydreaming about Edgeworth working...)
Ema:
I bet in the morning he has sofa hair, and little creases in his cheek from the seams! He's so cool!
Phoenix:
Sofa-hair is cool!?
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Phoenix:
I've been wondering... what the heck is this?
Ema:
It has a big "K" on it.
Edgeworth:
*mumbles* of Prosecutors...
Phoenix:
Huh? What's that?
Edgeworth:
It's the "King of Prosecutors" trophy.
Ema:
K-K-K... "King of Prosecutors"!?
Edgeworth:
It's a great honor. They send that shield to the best prosecutor each year. What! So?
Phoenix:
So that "K"... that's...
Ema:
"K" stands for "King"?
Edgeworth:
Yeah, you got a problem with that? I didn't design the thing!
Ema:
"King of Prosecutors"... Kind of like "Employee of the Month," only better!
King of Prosecutors Trophy added to the Court Record.
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Ema:
So that's the "King of Prosecutors" shield, huh?
Phoenix:
Well done, Edgeworth. You must be proud to be the King of Prosecutors!
Ema:
Congratulations! King! Of! Prosecutors!
Edgeworth:
Please, stop saying that.
Phoenix:
(That still doesn't explain one thing... Why is the tip of this shield broken off?)
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Ema:
My, my, my! What an amazing bouquet! Just right for Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
No kidding. Hey, there's a card on it... "Back from the Dead -- Wendy" ("Wendy?"... I've heard that name somewhere before.)
Ema:
And here beside it... A giant Steel Samurai! Wow, I want one!
Phoenix:
Huh? There's something written on the bottom of his foot. "Between a rock and a hard place. -- Wendy"
Ema:
Wendy? Is she Mr. Edgeworth's fiancee?
Phoenix:
Um... I don't think so.
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Phoenix:
A work desk. It's quite tidy, as one might expect.
Ema:
What a nice desk! Easy to use, and easy on the eyes! It's polished so well I can see my own reflection.
Phoenix:
(Strange... Why did I just picture Detective Gumshoe?)
Ema:
Maybe I'll take that name plaque as a souvenir.
Phoenix:
Don't. He'll sue you.
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Ema:
Hey, a chessboard!
Phoenix:
I'm not too up on my chess but it looks like Blue's in a bit of a tight spot.
Ema:
The Red Knights have surrounded the Blue Pawn...
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
Those horses are mounted knights. Their swords have really sharp "edges!" And check out that poor pawn, his head is kind of spiky... Kind of reminds me of you. Mr. Edgeworth must be an avid chess player! What's wrong, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Edges... surrounding a pawn with spiky hair... Nah... It's nothing.)
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Phoenix:
So, the body was found in your car?
Edgeworth:
Go ahead, say it, Wright. You think I did it, don't you? After you went through all that trouble to help me last year, no less.
Ema:
N-no, we don't think you did it! I mean, it was my sister who stabbed him... Uh, wait, no, she didn't do that! I mean...
Edgeworth:
Wait... So you're the Chief Prosecutor's little sister, then?
Ema:
Y-yes sir! Ema Skye! It, uh... It's nice to meet you again!
Phoenix:
(Now that didn't sound forced at all...)
Edgeworth:
Ah, now I remember. You've... really grown. I'll admit, it was a surprise to me, too. To think that my own car would become the scene of a murder. More surprising still... Now I'm forced to prove my superior's guilt.
Phoenix:
I can understand... W-wait!... What did you say!?
Edgeworth:
Lana Skye is the Chief Prosecutor... the top prosecutor in the district. She can't prosecute herself, so I'll be the prosecutor at the trial tomorrow.
Ema:
You!? Mr. Edgeworth...
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Edgeworth:
To be honest... It's a bit of a miracle I'm still here at all.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
Rumors. You've heard the rumors about me, haven't you?
Phoenix:
(Miles Edgeworth... It's hard to remember a time when there WEREN'T rumors about this guy... Forging evidence, arranging false testimony, illegal searches, you name it...)
Edgeworth:
Thanks to you, my innocence was established in the trial at the end of last year. However, there are some who say I'm the one responsible for the current incident.
Phoenix:
Wh-what? That's crazy!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. Some people need very little excuse to think ill of others. It's a fact of life. Impossible to stop.
Ema:
But...
Edgeworth:
Some of them even go so far as to present me with toys like this... They think it's funny.
Phoenix:
(Toys? That bronze shield? There's got to be a story behind that one...)
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Edgeworth:
Chief prosecutor Skye? Yes...We first worked together on a case two years ago. It was my first big case.
Ema:
That's right, I remember.
Phoenix:
(Two years ago... I wasn't even a lawyer yet.)
Edgeworth:
Since then, I always felt that she was looking out for me... It appears I was mistaken.
Ema:
M-mistaken!? Why? I mean, I know she's not the warmest person... But I'm sure she felt some responsibility for you!
Edgeworth:
Then... why? Why did she stab someone in the trunk of my car? Not only that... She stabbed him with my knife.
Ema:
Wha... Whaaaaaat!? Mr. Edgeworth! Your knife was the murder weapon!?
Edgeworth:
To be specific, it was the knife kept in the toolbox in the trunk of my car.
Edgeworth's Knife added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
Um... Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
What?
Phoenix:
Are you sure you didn't do it?
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(C'mon, can't he take a joke?)
Ema:
You have a strange sense of humor, Mr. Wright!
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Phoenix:
Could you tell me more about yesterday... the day of the murder?
Edgeworth:
Yesterday was the annual cleaning day at the Prosecutor's Office.
Ema:
Cleaning day?
Edgeworth:
Working with the Police Department, we sort and file all evidence for solved cases. We call it "evidence transferral."
Ema:
Wiping your hands of old cases, in other words.
Edgeworth:
Oh, and another thing... A ceremony was held at the Police Department. There's an annual review and awards for outstanding police officers and prosecutors.
Phoenix:
And that's when you got the shield?
Edgeworth:
I was at the police department yesterday afternoon... I got back here at 5:12.
Phoenix:
That's... very precise.
Ema:
People like myself and Mr. Edgeworth pride ourselves on our precision, Mr. Wright.
Edgeworth:
No, I place little faith in my memory. The only thing I trust is solid evidence.
Edgeworth's Parking Stub added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
This is the parking stub from the underground lot.
Phoenix:
(The murder took place around 5:15...)
Ema:
So the murder happened right after you got back.
Edgeworth:
What, Wright? I'd appreciate it if you'd direct that suspicious glare elsewhere.
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Edgeworth:
I once dreamed of being a defense attorney, a long time ago.
Ema:
What? You wanted to be a defense attorney, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Yet, my path is laid out clearly before me... I have no time to reflect on what might have been.
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Phoenix:
Say, Edgeworth, I was wondering about this...
Ema:
M-Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Huh? What?
Ema:
Are you sure you should be showing that to Mr. Edgeworth?
Phoenix:
Oh. (He'll take it for sure, won't he.)
Ema:
*sigh* I wish I could be on the same side as Mr. Edgeworth... But then my sister would be found guilty!
Phoenix:
(If she sighs any deeper I'm going to start getting depressed...)
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Phoenix:
So, in other words, you were the best of the best this year, huh?
Edgeworth:
You can take that foolish grin elsewhere, Wright. I lost a day of work to receive that travesty.
Ema:
Huh? Why's that?
Edgeworth:
I had to go to the Police Department ceremony to receive that broken shield.
Phoenix:
The Police Department?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Right next to the Police Station downtown. You've been there, correct?
Phoenix:
Where Detective Gumshoe works? Yeah.
Ema:
Um, I was wondering something about your shield... Why is it broken?
Edgeworth:
What does it matter? I've got more important things to worry about.
Ema:
Oh. Right...
Phoenix:
(He doesn't seem too concerned about his award, for better or for worse.)
Edgeworth:
Yesterday was a very busy day for the Prosecutor's Office.
Ema:
Maybe... we should ask him more about yesterday?
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Edgeworth:
It's against my policy to discuss evidence with the defense. Especially with you.
Ema:
He doesn't like you much, does he, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Nah. With Edgeworth it's never personal... It's all about winning tomorrow.)
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Ema:
Hey, check it out! There's a metal plate here!
Phoenix:
Hm. It looks like the names of all the previous recipients are engraved on it.
Ema:
Wow. One guy's listed a bunch of times! "von Karma"... I guess he must be a foreigner?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah. That's probably it.
Ema:
Well wherever he's from, he must have been an amazing prosecutor! I'd like to meet this Mr. "von Karma" sometime!
Phoenix:
(When she says it, his name does have kind of a ring to it...)
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Phoenix:
"Miles Edgeworth - 17:12"... This is dated the day of the crime.
Ema:
The murder took place three minutes after Edgeworth parked his car. If only he was held up at a couple extra lights... he wouldn't have been caught up in this whole affair.
Phoenix:
Perhaps.
Ema:
It just goes to show you never know what'll happen when you run a yellow light.
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Ema:
This must be the victim's blood, right?
Phoenix:
Either that, or Edgeworth cut himself peeling an apple. What's Edgeworth doing with a knife like this anyway?
Ema:
Hey! Maybe he spends his weekends roughing it in the wild!
Phoenix:
Edgeworth? In the wild? I think my fruit-peeling theory is more likely.
Ema:
Are you kidding? I always pictured him as an outdoorsman!
Phoenix:
(Now there's a scary thought...)
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???:
Um...! Excuse me! But is Mr. Edgeworth, uh... anywhere on the premises?
Edgeworth:
I'm Edgeworth. What is it?
Officer:
I'm here, sir, at the request of the Chief, sir! I've got your report, sir!
Edgeworth:
Report? What? Did you find new evidence in the case against Chief Prosecutor Skye!?
Phoenix:
(I don't like the way this conversation is going at all...)
Officer:
Er... Skye, sir? No, sir! No name of that kind, sir! Not in this report, sir!
Edgeworth:
...!
Phoenix:
(I think I just heard Edgeworth's lid blow.)
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth's lid isn't on very tight, is it?
Edgeworth:
I made a clear request to the Police Department, did I not? I need to focus on the trial tomorrow, so don't bring me anything unrelated!
Officer:
Sir! But, but sir! I'm just following orders, sir! They told me to bring this to you! I wasn't aware of the peculiars of your arrangement with us, sir!
Edgeworth:
Give me your name!
Meekins:
U-uh, yes... yes, Sir! M-M-Meekins, sir. Officer Meekins!
Edgeworth:
Right. Officer Meekins? Take your report and leave. And good luck with that raise next month.
Meekins:
*whimper* B-but, sir, I d-didn't know!
Phoenix:
(Poor guy. Looks like he was absent on the day they gave out brains and good luck.)
Edgeworth:
Wright.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, sir!? (Gah! He caught me off guard!)
Edgeworth:
As you can see, I'm busy. You may leave now.
Ema:
L-let's do as he says, Mr. Wright!
Edgeworth:
The victim was a detective from the same department as that patrolman just now. Go down to the Police Department. You can ask more there.
Phoenix:
U-uh... Thanks. (He seems to have finally calmed down at least.)
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Edgeworth:
I'm busy preparing for tomorrow. And I'm not in the mood for idle banter. Especially not with you.
Ema:
L-let's go, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Fine. I'll just have to talk to him when he perks up.)
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Edgeworth:
I'm busy preparing for tomorrow. And I'm not in the mood for idle banter. Especially not with you.
Ema:
L-let's go, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Fine. I'll just have to talk to him when he perks up.)
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Edgeworth:
I'm busy preparing for tomorrow. And I'm not in the mood for idle banter. Especially not with you.
Ema:
L-let's go, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Fine. I'll just have to talk to him when he perks up.)
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Phoenix:
Could you take a look at this?
Angel:
You!
Phoenix:
Y-yes!?
Angel:
You said you wanted some hot tea, right?
Phoenix:
Uh, no, but thanks. (She didn't even look at me.)
Ema:
Mmm! You must have to brew the leaves a long time to get rich flavor like this!
Angel:
We "pre-infuse" the leaves with steam before brewing.
Ema:
I knew it! So that's the secret to their aroma! Exquisite!
Phoenix:
(The only thing I'm smelling here is wasted time...)
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| Police Dept. Entrance
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Leads to:
February 22
Police Department
Entrance
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February 22
Police Department
Entrance
Ema:
Whew... We're finally here. Why would they put the detectives so far away from the Prosecutor's Office?
Phoenix:
That took almost 30 minutes by taxi... and traffic wasn't even that bad. This is my first time to the Police Department, actually. ? Hold on, what's that?
Ema:
Disturbing! Why does it undulate like that?
Phoenix:
Oh, wait I know. This is the "Blue Badger." They're trying to make him the police mascot.
Ema:
Wow, Mr. Wright! You know a lot about the Police Department! Still, he does seem familiar, somehow...
Phoenix:
Forget the Blue Badger! Who's that next to him!?
Ema:
Someone appears to be... dancing with the Blue Badger... Uh oh. He noticed me.
Phoenix:
He sure is running over here fast...
Gumshoe:
H-h-h-hey, pal! W-w-w-what're you doin' here!?
Phoenix:
That's my line, Detective Gumshoe. Specifically, why were you dancing over there?
Gumshoe:
What!? Um, well...
Phoenix:
(Well, at least he doesn't seem to be busy. This is our chance to get information!)
Gumshoe:
Hey! I'll have you know I'm a very busy man, pal.
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| Bulletin board
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Phoenix:
The usual wanted posters are hanging up on the bulletin board here. <<Do you know this face!? If you do, dial 911!>>
Ema:
You know, Mr. Wright, I've always thought it was kind of funny... I've never seen anyone who looked like the people in these posters. They hardly even look human!
Phoenix:
... (She has a point...)
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| Blue Badger
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Ema:
Uh, I was wondering about that...
Gumshoe:
What? The Dancing Blue Badger? It's my masterpiece!
Phoenix:
You made this, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
The chief threw together some designs and I just did my thing, pal.
Ema:
N-nice work...
Gumshoe:
It's battery-powered, so it can go anywhere! There's no switch, so it just dance dance dances until the batteries die!
Ema:
Poor Blue Badger... fated to dance until he drops.
Blue Badger added to the Court Record.
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| Entrance sign
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Ema:
I always get excited when I come to the police station.
Phoenix:
Why is that?
Ema:
It just feels like I've jumped into a movie.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
You know, with all the police and criminals.
Phoenix:
W-well, I don't know if this is all that exciting.
Ema:
Sure it is! Look at those two officers over there. They're probably talking about the latest bust!
Phoenix:
... Funny, I thought they were talking about the weather.
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| Glass doors
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Phoenix:
The detectives in there look pretty busy.
Ema:
Just imagine! Right now... Behind those doors...! A police drama in action!
Phoenix:
... (Somehow the thought fails to excite me...)
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| Officers
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Phoenix:
Look, that patrolman is saluting the other guy. He must be a detective!
Police:
And then I said "hey, you do that, your soup will get cold, buddy."
Patrolman:
Th-That's hilarious, sir! I laughed so hard I cried!
Ema:
... I guess he wasn't saluting, he was wiping tears from his eyes.
Phoenix:
They make a good pair.
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| Banner
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Ema:
The banner here is announcing the "Crime Fighting Campaign."
Phoenix:
Nice slogan...
Ema:
I wonder if they'll be selling fingerprinting sets.
Phoenix:
I don't think it's that kind of campaign.
Ema:
What family wouldn't want a set at home? It's good for finding out who snuck into the cookie jar.
Phoenix:
I think most families can figure that out without the extra help.
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| Police car
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Ema:
Mr. Wright! Do you know why patrol cars are painted black and white?
Phoenix:
No idea. Why?
Ema:
Well, I think they're designed after a panda!
Phoenix:
A panda...?
Ema:
Not that I have scientific proof. It's just a theory.
Phoenix:
Um... do you mind me asking how you came up with that theory?
Ema:
It was when I was on a school trip! I saw a patrol car and it came to me! We had just been at the zoo, see...
Phoenix:
... What about zebras? Or did they not have those at your zoo?
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| Talk
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| The case
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Gumshoe:
I'll give you one word of advice, pal. You'd better not agree to defend the suspect in this case.
Ema:
Wh... Why not?
Gumshoe:
Huh? Well... It's just that the Chief Prosecutor has confessed to the crime. She says she summoned the detective to the Prosecutor's Office and... she killed him.
Ema:
But, what if she's not telling the truth!?
Gumshoe:
Yes, well... no! C'mon, pal! There's plenty of evidence against her!
Ema:
B-but what if the evidence was faked?
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal. Can I speak to you for a second?
Phoenix:
Huh? Me?
Gumshoe:
Why is this little girl so peeved at me?
Phoenix:
She's a relative of the suspect. Lana Skye's sister.
Gumshoe:
Whoa!!! The Chief Prosecutor's little sister!?
Ema:
Just, please investigate this case carefully, okay? Scientifically!
Gumshoe:
Yessir! Oh, by the way. You might want to keep your voices down. You don't want to be overheard using words like "faked"...
Ema:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
It's just... it's a sensitive issue with us these days.
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| The investigation
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Ema:
So... what are you doing here, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Me? Oh, well... nothing, really. They kicked me out of Criminal Affairs...
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe! What did you do this time?
Gumshoe:
Whaddya mean, "this time"!?
Ema:
Then, what happened? I know things are busy right now... I mean... with my sister's case and all...
Gumshoe:
It's true. We've never had a Chief Prosecutor murder anyone before! Only the highest-ranked people are being let into Criminal Affairs now... The lowest ranking guy in there is our chief of detectives. They're not letting any of us rank-and-file detectives in at all.
Ema:
None of you?
Phoenix:
(I know this is an important trial, but isn't that a little odd?)
Gumshoe:
So, anyway, I thought I'd spend the day getting the badger dance down pat.
Ema:
Um... Isn't there anything else you could be doing?
Gumshoe:
The Chief of Police himself is directing this investigation, pal. And Officer Marshall was assigned to the underground parking lot.
Ema:
Officer Marshall...
Phoenix:
(Now that I think about it, Ema did seem to know that Marshall guy.)
Gumshoe:
A patrolman in charge of a crime scene... It's unheard of, pal!
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| Bruce Goodman (appears after presenting Goodman's ID)
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Phoenix:
So... this ID card belonged to the victim?
Gumshoe:
He was a detective, like myself. Detective Bruce Goodman.
Ema:
Hmm... Don't you think it's strange? I mean, why would the victim's ID card be lying on the ground where we found it?
Gumshoe:
Well, Detective Goodman should have been at the Police Department yesterday. There was an evidence transferal for a case he handled two years ago.
Ema:
Evidence transferal... Mr. Edgeworth mentioned that too. But... Detective Goodman was killed at the Prosecutor's Office...
Gumshoe:
Well, that's the thing... It's hard to say this, but... Word is that Chief Prosecutor Skye called him out there, to the parking lot.
Phoenix:
(And Lana's confessing as much...)
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| Rumors at law (appears after presenting Prosecutor Trophy, and Parking Stub or Edgeworth's Knife)
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Gumshoe:
He's in a tough spot, again...
Phoenix:
"Again"...?
Gumshoe:
Well, it all started with the murder of that defense attorney, Hammond.
Ema:
But Edgeworth was found innocent!
Gumshoe:
Listen, pal, there have always been rumors about Edgeworth. Forging evidence, making deals with witnesses... Nothing outright, but there were always whispered rumors. Ever since he was accused of murder, no one's whispering. They're practically shouting!
Ema:
But... but there's no evidence against him!
Gumshoe:
Well, Mr. Edgeworth has always had unusually strong ties to the department higher-ups. It's only natural that people would be suspicious.
Phoenix:
(I had no idea he was under the gun...)
Gumshoe:
Anyway, this latest case has started a new rumor. People say the only reason he took this case... is because he's aiming for the Chief Prosecutor position himself!
Phoenix:
W-what!?
Gumshoe:
But I know the truth, pal! Nobody wants to be the one who has to prosecute the chief prosecutor! Mr. Edgeworth is biting the bullet on this one! He's doing this for all of us!
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| Present
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| Attorney's Badge
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Phoenix:
Detective... here's my attorney's badge.
Gumshoe:
You show this to me every time we meet, pal. Real men show their police badge. 'Nuff said!
Ema:
I wish had a badge... Even an ID card would be nice...
Phoenix:
(Wait... Speaking of ID cards, I found that detective's card, didn't I...?)
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| Goodman's ID
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Phoenix:
Um, Detective Gumshoe? What can you tell me about this?
Gumshoe:
Huh? Hey, pal! This is a detective's ID card! You can't just keep that! You have to turn it in to the police! It's people like you that get me into so much trouble all the time!
Phoenix:
(Meaning Detective Gumshoe must drop his card a lot.)
Gumshoe:
Hmm... let's see... "Bruce Goodman"... Goodman... Sounds familiar... ... Nah, my mistake.
Ema:
But, don't you work together with him in Criminal Affairs?
Gumshoe:
Whoa!!! Now I remember! Bruce Goodman! He's the victim!
Phoenix:
(That's what I thought...)
Ema:
Can you tell us more, Detective Gumshoe?
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| Goodman's ID (subsequent times)
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Gumshoe:
This ID card belongs to the victim, Detective Bruce Goodman. You can do just about anything these days with a card and the right secret number... scary!
Phoenix:
It's only scary because you keep dropping your card, Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
I forget my secret number a lot, too. It's scary! But... but I'm me, after all! And what could be wrong with that!?
Phoenix:
(I think I'll stay out of this conversation.)
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| Prosecutor Trophy
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Gumshoe:
Hey, that's it! That's the "King of Prosecutors" award that Mr. Edgeworth got yesterday!
Phoenix:
Were you at the awards ceremony, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Of course, pal! I got an award for diligence, myself.
Phoenix:
Ah... congratulations.
Ema:
I was wondering, why is the award a shield? And... why is it broken?
Gumshoe:
Oh, there's a reason. Um... I'll tell you what it is later.
Phoenix:
(Apparently, he's forgotten.)
Gumshoe:
But, I was proud of Mr. Edgeworth for winning that award. He's even got naysayers in the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, we've heard about the rumors...)
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| Parking Stub or Edgeworth's Knife
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Gumshoe:
Found in Mr. Edgeworth's car, stabbed with Mr. Edgeworth's knife, huh... What would drive Chief Prosecutor Skye to do such a thing?
Ema:
...
Gumshoe:
W-wait, I didn't mean... I mean, sure, of course someone else really did it! Someone who must have, um... Someone who must have a grudge against Mr. Edgeworth!
Phoenix:
(The car and the knife do seem a little too well-organized to be a coincidence.)
Ema:
Poor Mr. Edgeworth... What could have happened?
Phoenix:
(We have to find out a little more about what's going on with Edgeworth...)
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| Anything else
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Gumshoe:
As a detective, I have to keep my mouth shut on that one. I know better than to go blabbing on about things I don't know about...
Phoenix:
No, I wouldn't want you to do that either...
Gumshoe:
Good.
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(Examining Blue Badger and clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Gumshoe:
... And that's all I know about that. I'm not officially on the case, you know.
Ema:
Thank you!
Phoenix:
Why aren't you handling the case, Detective Gumshoe? We met the guy who is... what was his name? The guy in the parking lot...
Gumshoe:
That'd be Officer Marshall. He was appointed directly by the Chief of Police...
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall... Is he some kind of Wild West sheriff or something?
Gumshoe:
No, Jake Marshall's just a regular officer... From West LA.
Phoenix:
For a moment there, I wasn't sure.
Gumshoe:
Look, pal, let me try to make things a little easier for you. Show them this and they'll let you examine the crime scene... maybe.
Letter of Introduction from Detective Gumshoe added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I'll be surprised if this gets us anywhere...)
Gumshoe:
Just act like you're supposed to be there, and nobody will look at you twice, pal!
| Examine evidence
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| Erased text on Letter of Introduction
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Ema:
Hey, look here! It looks like something's been erased.
Phoenix:
Maybe it was a letter or something to Detective Gumshoe.
Ema:
Let's see... "Annual bonus: $20." Um... I think a couple zeros are missing.
Phoenix:
No, that sounds about right. (At least in that detective's case...)
Ema:
... Maybe I should rethink my career as an investigator.
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| Underground Parking Lot
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Leads to:
February 22
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot
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February 22
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot
Phoenix:
(Looks like the investigation is still going...)
???:
I have to be getting back to the shop...
???:
Sorry... Looks like I'll be stuck in this pit 'til the sun sleeps.
???:
I'll see you in my dreams tonight, then, baby.
Angel:
Oh! Still here?
Ema:
Ah, h-hello.
Angel:
Why the surprised looks? Didn't I mention...? I've got a boyfriend in Criminal Affairs, too.
Phoenix:
(What happened to the security guard!?)
Marshall:
Hey! What's wrong, bambina? You're lookin' like a dogie that's lost its herd!
Phoenix:
(Jake Marshall... Strange guy to put in charge of a crime scene.)
| Examine
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| Anywhere
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Marshall:
If you want to take a closer look, you'll have to deal with me first, pardner.
Phoenix:
Huh...
Marshall:
A duel at sunset... The winner leaves the loser in the dust and takes all. The blood law of the gunman!
Ema:
Note to self: jurisdiction squabbles are settled by dueling.
Phoenix:
(I think one body per murder case is enough, thanks.)
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| Talk
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| Any option
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Ema:
There's something I wanted to ask you!
Marshall:
The scene of the crime... a cold grave for men who've lost their dreams... And me? I watch over them as they sleep... dreaming of the desert's harsh judgment. ...
Ema:
He's asleep.
Phoenix:
Well... should we show this hopeless case something to catch his interest?
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| Present
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| Attorney's Badge, Goodman's ID, Prosecutor Trophy, or Parking Stub
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Phoenix:
Officer Marshall? Could you take a look at this?
Marshall:
Whoa, pardner! If you're fixing to draw on me, you best be ready for a shootout! You ready to become food for the vultures, compadre?
Ema:
Are you ready, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Somehow I don't think he's going to help us.)
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| Letter of Introduction
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Leads to:
"Would you mind reading this for me?"
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| Anything else
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Marshall:
Alright, compadre! Count to three!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Marshall:
You gotta do that if you're going to draw evidence on someone. That's what we do in Texas.
Phoenix:
Remind me never to visit Texas.
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Phoenix:
Would you mind reading this for me?
Marshall:
What's this? I warn you, fan letters to me go right in the spittoon!
Phoenix:
It's a letter of introduction from Detective Gumshoe. May we investigate?
Marshall:
Gumshoe...? Ah, that old cowdog? Hmm... He holding a birthday party or something?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Marshall:
Look, where it should say letter of "introduction"... It says "invitation."
Phoenix:
Ah... I think he just miswrote it. (Great, Detective Gumshoe. I owe you one...)
Marshall:
No worries. This proves it's from Detective Gumshoe, better than a blood test. Guess I'd better let you in, then.
Ema:
Th-thank you, Officer Marshall!
Phoenix:
(Officer Marshall isn't a "detective"... he's a "patrolman"... That reminds me of something...)
Ema:
That is odd! Isn't a crime scene supposed to be handled by a detective or higher?
Marshall:
Well, folks. The clues are calling! Welcome to our gold strike. Be like the settler! Strike out for lands unknown! Manifest Destiny! Let's have a hootenanny!
Ema:
Note to self: police investigations are like settling land. Well, Mr. Wright, what do you say!?
Phoenix:
(I say I won't be needing this anymore...)
Detective Gumshoe's Letter of Introduction crumpled and discarded.
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| Cell phone
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Phoenix:
That looks like a cell phone.
Ema:
Scientific analysis would suggest this belonged to the victim! I can't think of anyone else it could belong to...
Phoenix:
(What's so scientific about that!?) Should we check it out?
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Leads to:
"(Right! Let's check it out.)"
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Phoenix:
On second thought, let's not.
Ema:
What!? Why not? I mean, don't you want to know whose it is?
Phoenix:
Probably one of the Detectives dropped it.
Ema:
Come on! No detective would be that dumb!
Phoenix:
(I don't know. One detective in particular comes to mind.)
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Phoenix:
(Right! Let's check it out.)
| Examine evidence
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| Strap on Cell Phone
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Ema:
Man, what a boring strap!
Phoenix:
What's wrong with it? Everyone has different tastes, you know.
Ema:
Here, check out mine. It's a Pink Princess strap! These are hard to come by, you know.
Phoenix:
(I see he's as popular as ever with the kids...)
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| Side button on Cell Phone
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Ema:
Hmm. The display is still on the redial button.
Phoenix:
Redial...?
Ema:
Um, Mr. Wright? Most phones keep a record of all the calls you've made and received. You just press the blue button to dial the last number you called. Convenient, isn't it? I'm surprised you didn't know about it.
Phoenix:
Sorry to disappoint you, but even I know about things like "redial."
Ema:
Huh? Oh, I'm sorry! It's just, you never know with people from your generation.
Phoenix:
(Whatever... Let's check this phone out.)
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| Redial button on Cell Phone
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Leads to:
"(Now, I wonder who the owner of this phone called last...)"
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Phoenix:
(Now, I wonder who the owner of this phone called last...)
Ema:
Note to self: a defense attorney doesn't think first, he just pushes the button.
Cellular:
*beep*
Cellular:
...
Phoenix:
Hey! That song! I know that!
Marshall:
Hey! What's going on over there?
Cellular:
*beep*
Phoenix:
Ah! Oh, s-sorry.
Marshall:
I see you, pardner! You pressed redial on that there phone, didn't you?
Phoenix:
Uh, well, yeah...
Ema:
Whose phone is this, anyway? It was on the ground over there...
Marshall:
Whose is it? That belongs to Chief Prospector Skye.
Ema:
What? It's my sister's!?
Marshall:
She apparently dropped it when she was taken into custody, right after the crime. Look... the last call was made right when the murder occurred! Looks like she was fixing to call someone. Except she only spoke for a few seconds, according to this.
Phoenix:
Who did she call!?
Marshall:
No idea. Sorry, pardner. Now, I got a question for you, pardner. I heard a phone ring just now... one of those new- fangled ring-tunes.
Phoenix:
Oh? That? Oh... I'm sorry, that was my phone.
Marshall:
W-w-what!? Your phone!?
Phoenix:
Yeah, uh, it's kind of strange, but... Someone called me right as we picked up the other phone, a wrong number...
Marshall:
... I hope you're not lying... They shoot you for that in Texas, pardner!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, I've incited the wrath of the Lone Star patrolman...)
Cell Phone added to the Court Record.
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| A Block sign
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Ema:
"A Block"... This area is reserved for prosecutors.
Phoenix:
Defense attorneys are relegated to "B Block."
Ema:
I dream of the day when I will be able to park my car here! I'll go over to B Block to buy my hamburgers from you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
I'm not planning on giving up my job that soon...
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| Car
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Phoenix:
This appears to be the car where the body was found. (It looks like the lock on the trunk is busted.)
Lana:
The crime took place in the underground parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office. The body was found in the trunk of my subordinate's car.
Ema:
Quite a luxury car. It just screams "I have money to burn."
Phoenix:
Yeah. Prosecutors get the big bucks.
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| Rope
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Ema:
This rope... is it...?
Phoenix:
Yep. They laid it in the outline of the victim's body.
Ema:
... So wait...The victim must have died when the killer closed the trunk on him!
Phoenix:
... (You have got to be the only person I know that would come to that conclusion.)
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| Trunk
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Phoenix:
What's this? Looks like a note of some sort.
Ema:
Look! Something's written on it!
Phoenix:
You're right. Let's see... "6-7S 12/2"...
Ema:
There's a name printed on the paper above that... "Goodman."
Phoenix:
(Maybe it fell out of his pocket when he was killed.)
Ema:
Well? So? What does it mean, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
How am I supposed to know?
Ema:
Note to self: for deductive reasoning, go to Edgeworth, not Wright.
Phoenix:
(I'm sure Edgeworth wouldn't know what this means either.)
Goodman's Note added to the Court Record.
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| Trunk (subsequent times)
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Ema:
So the note was in here...
Phoenix:
It must have fallen out of Detective Goodman's pocket.
Ema:
And? And? what does it mean? Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
I have no idea.
Ema:
Note to self: for deductive reasoning, go to Edgeworth, not Wright.
Phoenix:
(I'm sure Edgeworth would be just as confused...)
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| Fence
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Phoenix:
"B Block" is through there. That's where the visitors park.
Ema:
I can see the Lunchland car over there...far in the distance.
Phoenix:
Hey, you're right. I like the cute design on the door. (I can see... a cartoon cow munching down on a juicy looking steak.)
Ema:
... Doesn't that strike you as a little... creepy?
Phoenix:
Just don't think too deeply about it and you'll be fine.
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| The victim
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Phoenix:
Officer Marshall? Could you tell us more about the victim?
Marshall:
... Good men always die young. Remember that, pardner.
Phoenix:
Um... could you be a little more specific?
Ema:
Bruce Goodman... He was a detective, right?
Marshall:
Well, well, aren't you a feisty dogie there now. Detective Goodman was stabbed here at 5:15... The smiling Madonna told me the tale...
Phoenix:
(I think he means the witness, Ms. Angel Starr.)
Marshall:
One stab to the chest. A fine piece of work. This here's the autopsy report.
Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.
Ema:
Was my sister involved with the victim in any way?
Marshall:
Funny you should mention that, bambina. Chief Prospector Skye and Detective Goodman... had nothing in common at all.
Ema:
Nothing in common...?
Marshall:
They apparently worked together on a case a few years back.
Phoenix:
(So... there's no motive!)
Marshall:
Goodman wasn't a particularly gifted detective. That's one reason why he didn't do much work with the Chief Prospector...
Ema:
But, my sister called the victim here on the day of the murder, right? Here... to this parking lot?
Marshall:
So it seems. Like calling an unarmed man to a shootout at high noon.
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Phoenix:
Um, I don't mean any offense, but... Officer Marshall, you're a patrolman, right? Not a detective.
Marshall:
You callin' me out? They shoot you for that in Texas.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Marshall:
I was one of them fancy-shoed "Detectives" till two years ago, to tell ya the truth.
Phoenix:
Oh, really? (Now he tells me!)
Ema:
But, you're a patrolman now. So how can you be in charge of a crime scene?
Marshall:
Nothing gets by you, does it, bambina?
Phoenix:
So, why are you in charge?
Marshall:
No reason. We're just short on hands right now. I'm keeping an eye out in the meantime.
Ema:
That's odd, though. Detective Gumshoe was saying he had nothing to do... nothing important, at least.
Marshall:
He's nothing but a sad ol' cowdog, that can't find his tail. Maybe it's because he runs with that Edgeworth, eh?
Phoenix:
Edgeworth...?
Marshall:
That cowdog's been kicked out of this cattle run... by order of the Chief of Police. Just, he don't realize it yet.
Phoenix:
(Detective Gumshoe, kicked out of the investigation!?)
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Ema:
So there's no connection between Detective Goodman and my sister!
Marshall:
That's correct, but... There's a goldmine of evidence against her...
Phoenix:
...!
Marshall:
And the prospector tomorrow is none other than Edgeworth himself... I'm afraid your sister's fate is decided, bambina. Many condolences.
Ema:
Officer Marshall!
Marshall:
Yeah, bambina?
Ema:
H-how can you say that! You and my sister, you were...
Phoenix:
(Is there something between this cop and her sister that I don't know about?)
Marshall:
...! I apologize, bambina. Something must have gotten to me. Maybe it's that dry wind that's a-blowin' through the Prospector's Office.
Phoenix:
(Dry wind or ill will, someone's up to something here... but who?)
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Marshall:
Suspicions about Mr. Edgeworth have been flying around for nearly two years now.
Phoenix:
Forged evidence... arranging testimonies, you name it.
Marshall:
He was unbeatable because he did whatever it took to win. Unbeatable that is, until he met you.
Ema:
But rumors are just... rumors, aren't they? These are prosecutors we're talking about! Evidence is everything to them!
Marshall:
If you follow the rumors about Edgeworth to their source, you find one person... But... they're off limits. Untouchable, you might say.
Phoenix:
One person? Who?
Marshall:
Bambina...It's your sister. Chief Prospector Lana Skye.
Ema:
What!? My sister...?
Marshall:
Edgeworth couldn't rustle all those cattle by himself. Some people load their guns with bullets, some people load them with "deals."
Phoenix:
What, you're saying Edgeworth was making deals to win trials?
Marshall:
"Where there's gunshots, there's bound to be bullets." That's what the old-timers say. There's a big ol' secret hidden around here somewhere. Everyone knows it.
Phoenix:
(Is that why Detective Gumshoe was taken off the case...? Did they target him because he was closest to Edgeworth?)
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Marshall:
I see your badge. Looks pretty... round. Our badge is a star, a lone star, shining in the nighttime sky. A beam of light, illuminating evildoers who come in the dark of night!
Ema:
Note to self: evildoers are weak against starlight.
Phoenix:
(Hey, that's a sheriff's badge!)
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Marshall:
What's that? Some kind of police passport?
Phoenix:
This is Detective Goodman's ID card. Strangely enough... We found it a good distance away from the crime scene.
Marshall:
Good distance, in this rat hole? If you want distance, get yourself to Texas!
Ema:
Texas...
Marshall:
This is a tiny little crime scene, in a tiny little town, with tiny little evidence. What difference does a few yards make, compadre?
Ema:
Note to self: if you encounter suspicious evidence, think of Texas. There's no better way to study than to hang out with the pros!
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Marshall:
Ah, a toy shield! Suits the boy well. What exactly could you shield with that? A toy knight, maybe?
Ema:
Officer Marshall, don't you have anything good to say about Mr. Edgeworth?
Phoenix:
You don't like him, right? We get the point.
Marshall:
You know, when I was a detective, I got one of these...
Ema:
Hmm... Let me guess... Did it have a "K" for "King of Detectives" on it?
Phoenix:
Hey, they could use the same shield over and over.
Ema:
Note to self: the Prosecutor's Office and Criminal Affairs are surprisingly cheap.
Marshall:
You know it! They've gotten cheaper with every passing year, I tell you.
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Marshall:
5:12 PM... The prospector's bright red steed came in at a trot, real slow like.
Ema:
A... trot?
Marshall:
My Madonna tells me the crime occurred three minutes later... So it seems the Chief Prospector was lying in wait! Maybe... waiting for her prince to ride in on his bright red horse...
Phoenix:
(So what you mean is... The killer intended to use Edgeworth's car all along!)
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Ema:
My sister's cell phone.
Marshall:
The last time it was used was 5:18... Right after Goodman was killed. Maybe she was canceling her date for the night?
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
(Why did Lana make that call...?)
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Phoenix:
(There's no need to push this again.)
Ema:
What's wrong? You look like I do during finals!
Phoenix:
Never mind. It's nothing.
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(Examining Trunk and clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)
Ema:
So, well, how are we doing, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I guess we got some clues... We have an autopsy report, a note from the victim, and a cell phone...
Ema:
So... you think we'll be okay?
Phoenix:
Well, the only thing still bothering me is that Lana is confessing to the crime. She says she did it!
Ema:
No problem! I can guarantee that she's not the criminal.
Phoenix:
Oh by the way, Ema?
Ema:
Yes?
Phoenix:
I know that song your phone plays when it rings...
Ema:
What...?
Cellular:
...
Cellular:
*beep*
Phoenix:
It's the Steel Samurai theme song, isn't it? That popular TV show... for kids?
Ema:
...!
Phoenix:
The phone that just rang wasn't mine... it was yours. At 5:18, just after the murder took place... Your sister called you, didn't she, Ema?
Ema:
I...I'm sorry!
Phoenix:
Can you tell me what you talked about?
Ema:
I... She hung up right away.
Phoenix:
I see...
Cell Phone added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(A detective is murdered, and the suspect is the top prosecutor in the district. I've got a bad feeling about this... Like... maybe I still don't know everything that went on here...)
To be continued.
February 23, 9:34 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
Lana:
How did the investigation go yesterday, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Frankly, there are still a lot of... gray areas.
Ema:
Or rather, the whole thing is one big gray area...
Lana:
Don't worry about me, no matter what the outcome. I'm ready to accept my fate.
Ema:
I believe in you, sis.
Lana:
Mr. Wright, let me offer you a word of advice.
Phoenix:
Yes?
Lana:
A defense attorney should never "believe" their client.
Ema:
...!
Lana:
The defendant is called to trial because they are suspected of wrongdoing! Never forget that.
Phoenix:
Ms. Skye, you... You remind me a lot of Mia. But there is one decisive difference between you and her.
Lana:
And that is?
Phoenix:
You're not a defense attorney.
Lana:
... I believe it's almost time for the trial. Good luck, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(My first trial without a Fey helping me... No one's going to bail me out this time... I'll be alone in there... So I have to discover the truth all by myself!)
Ema:
Let's do it, Mr. Wright! I'll be with you the whole way!
February 23, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 9
Judge:
The court is now in session for the trial of Ms. Lana Skye.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution has been ready for a while, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth... I haven't been in court since Edgeworth's trial... It's been a while now.)
Edgeworth:
I hope that personal feelings will not be a part of the proceedings today, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...!
Edgeworth:
I will choose the path I think is right, regardless of what those around me might say. The judgment to be made here is in our hands, not those of anyone else.
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Edgeworth, your opening statement please.
Edgeworth:
Chief Prosecutor Lana Skye has committed an unpardonable crime. Not only this, but she was rash enough to commit it in the Prosecutor's Office lot!
Ema:
Wow... He's much more forceful in person. I suddenly feel like confessing to everything!
Edgeworth:
However, she will now pay for her rashness with her life. There was a witness to her crime... A "professional" witness!
Judge:
Well then, call your first witness, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
The prosecution calls its first witness, Ms. Angel Starr, to the stand.
Phoenix:
(The "Cough-up Queen"...?)
Judge:
Hmm? Haven't I seen you somewhere...?
Angel:
You ordered the Caviar Lunch, right?
Judge:
Ho ho! Caviar! I've never eaten caviar before!
Phoenix:
(The judge is really wolfing it down...)
Angel:
Ah, and for you... I have a Fiesta Bowl.
Phoenix:
Uh... thanks.
Edgeworth:
Will the witness state her name and profession?
Angel:
Ah, and you, sir... Did you order "The Fingerprint" lunchbox?
Edgeworth:
It is too early for lunch. Your name and profession, please.
Angel:
... Well, Your Honor? How does it taste?
Judge:
So this is why everyone raves about caviar! It's so tasty it hurts! I always thought caviar would taste like pickled tapioca.
Phoenix:
(What the heck does pickled tapioca taste like!?)
Edgeworth:
Name. Profession. Now.
Angel:
Me? The name is Angel Starr. Don't go forgetting it. I find myself running Lunchland these days. Is... that what you wanted me to say, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Very well, witness. Please describe the incident to us.
Judge:
The prosecution will wait! I'm not finished eating...
Phoenix:
(Hurry it up!)
Judge:
Mmmm... Very well, Mr. Edgeworth. As you know, we usually call on the police to provide a description of the crime...
Angel:
Your Honor, as Mr. Edgeworth has said to the court... I am a... "professional."
Judge:
Uh... Huh? What exactly does that mean?
Edgeworth:
Until two years ago, Ms. Angel Starr was a special investigator with the police. She was a first-rate homicide detective.
Ema:
Wh-whaaaat!? Ms. Starr was a detective!?
Judge:
... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-hah! I-I know who you are!!! Cough-up...!?
Angel:
Cough-up Queen Angel Starr, Your Honor. Long time no see.
Judge:
V-v-very well! Y-you may continue with the description, Ms. Starr!
Phoenix:
(Just who is this lady!?)
Angel:
If I might have the court's attention over here... The parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office is divided into two blocks. A Block is for the Prosecutor's Office personnel. B Block is for visitors and clients... A chain divider separates the two blocks.
Judge:
I suppose that's to keep visitors from taking up prosecutor's spaces, yes.
Angel:
The crime took place by a car in the back of A Block, in the car's trunk. The killer stabbed the victim with a knife and went to drive the body out. Unfortunately for her there was a witness, and an arrest was made on the spot.
Judge:
And who was this valiant "witness"...?
Angel:
Why, it was me, Your Honor.
Floor Plans added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Witness, did you see the very moment of the crime?
Angel:
Of course, Your Honor. Immediately after that, I apprehended the Chief Prosecutor.
Judge:
Hmm... It seems rather cut and dry, doesn't it? Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Uh... I can't agree on principle, Your Honor.
Angel:
It seems that some poor losers are unwilling to accept the truth, Your Honor. Shall I proceed to crush what little hope they have remaining?
Judge:
If you can... Then give them your worst, Ms. Starr!
Phoenix:
(Wait, are they talking about me...!?)
Witness Testimony
-- Witness's Account --
Angel:
Somehow, I always knew a day like this would come.
I was on my way to deliver a lunchbox to my boyfriend...
When I sensed something... perhaps it was my finely-honed detective instincts working.
Then, through a wire fence, I saw the chief prosecutor standing next to a garish car.
The chief prosecutor was holding a knife in her right hand....
Then, she thrust the pointy tip of the knife into Detective Goodman's chest!
Judge:
Hmm... Bringing a lunchbox to your boyfriend? How touching!
Edgeworth:
Hmph. As you can see... There is no room for doubt.
Judge:
The key "point" of your testimony seems to be nothing other than... the point of the knife which you saw being stabbed into Detective Goodman!
Angel:
So... how does it feel to be so utterly crushed?
Phoenix:
I... I'm still thinking about that.
Ema:
I-it's merely a flesh wound, Mr. Wright!
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. You may cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- Witness's Account --
Angel:
Somehow, I always knew a day like this would come.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How did you know!?
Angel:
I respect the prosecutors' basic abhorrence of crime. Yet their methods are ugly and twisted. Twisted methods will always lead to tragedy.
Edgeworth:
The lunchlady's uninformed opinion is duly noted.
Angel:
Given that they are used to erasing inconvenient evidence at their whim... Killing off a detective that knew too much is merely an extension of that.
Edgeworth:
...
Ema:
Ms. Starr... do you have something personal against prosecutors?
Angel:
I felt that I had found my dream job when I became an investigator... And if I hadn't been laid off by those prosecutors over there, I'd still be one.
Phoenix:
Laid off...? (She was fired...)
Angel:
To me, prosecutors are nothing more than worms. That said, I am a pro, as you know. My testimony is unbiased... and flawless.
Judge:
Very well. You may continue, Ms. Starr.
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Angel:
I was on my way to deliver a lunchbox to my boyfriend...
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This boyfriend... he's the detective?
Angel:
Not that boyfriend. The security guard.
Judge:
Th-"that" boyfriend? You have... several?
Angel:
Yes. "This" boyfriend, "that" boyfriend, and "the other" boyfriend. Care to join? The "yet another" boyfriend position is still open for applicants.
Judge:
... I-I'll stick with the lunch, thanks.
Ema:
Note to self: the judge had to think before replying.
Angel:
The security guard room is in the lot, in A Block. It's up on the second level so you can see everything from there.
Phoenix:
(That would be the room with the "SECURITY" sign.) Incidentally, did you bring your lunchboxes by car?
Angel:
Since I'm a visitor now, I parked in B Block.
Ema:
So... she was in B Block when she witnessed the crime.
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Angel:
When I sensed something... perhaps it was my finely-honed detective instincts working.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You "sensed" something? So, you're saying you had a premonition of the murder?
Angel:
It felt like... how would you say... Oh yes... It was like the feeling you get when you view a pumpkin chock full of seeds!
Judge:
I have no idea what that means.
Phoenix:
Speaking of a "detective's instincts"... Wasn't the victim, Mr. Bruce Goodman, also a detective?
Angel:
Yes, well, he was like a young cheese.
Judge:
A... young cheese?
Angel:
A pale white cheese, not yet tangy with experience on the streets. A greenhorn.
Judge:
Hmm... I, of course, am hard, yellowed, sharp as a tack.
Ema:
I bet you stink, too.
Angel:
In any case, there, in the lot, I felt something stirring in the back of my mind...
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Angel:
Then, through a wire fence, I saw the chief prosecutor standing next to a garish car.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
By "garish car," you mean...
Angel:
Mr. Edgeworth's car, yes.
Judge:
M-Mr. Edgeworth's!?
Angel:
Incidentally, the knife with which the victim was stabbed was also Mr. Edgeworth's. Wasn't it?
Edgeworth:
... Indeed, it was.
Judge:
Hmm! What an odd case this is. And the person you saw... you are sure it was the defendant?
Angel:
I saw her from no further than thirty feet away. I am certain it was her.
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Phoenix:
(If she's telling the truth, we're doomed!)
Ema:
Let's just do what we can! Even if we don't have any proof, we can always complain!* (Let's just do what we can! Even if we don't have any proof, we can always nitpick! in the Trilogy release)
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Phoenix:
We're dealing with Edgeworth here... I need better material before I start pressing this.
Judge:
Hmm... Can you tell us what the suspect was doing when you saw her?
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Leads to:
"Witness! In your testimony, you clearly stated the following:"
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Phoenix:
Witness! In your testimony, you clearly stated the following: Prosecutors are nothing more than worms. Ergo! You are a biased witness!
Angel:
You might want to keep those silly opinions to YOURSELF in the future, rookie.
Phoenix:
Huh? Rookie?
Angel:
Unless you're willing to risk the consequences of doubting me? I'll fry you like a fritter! Crispy on the outside... chewy on the inside!!!
Judge:
That... That was inspiring!
Ema:
I believe I've heard that tag line elsewhere... you could cry plagiarism?
Angel:
I may be relegated to the lowly post of lunchlady... But my instincts are honed!
Judge:
A-a photograph! You took this!?
Angel:
The moment I witnessed the crime, my reflexes took over and snap! I took a picture. In fact... One of my lunchboxes is rigged with a camera.
Phoenix:
(I suppose that's more exciting than just hanging it around your neck.)
Edgeworth:
Er... this is my first time seeing this photograph.
Angel:
You think I'd show it to you, a prosecutor? Think again.
Edgeworth:
...!
Angel:
My boyfriend works in the photography division of Criminal Affairs.
Judge:
Well... This is most certainly the defendant!
Crime Photo added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Uh oh, that is unmistakably Lana Skye!)
Edgeworth:
So, what was the defendant doing at the time?
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Angel:
The chief prosecutor was holding a knife in her right hand....
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Tell me more about this knife that the suspect was carrying.
Angel:
Well, I'd say the blade was about 10 centimeters long. Is that right, Mr. Edgeworth? It is your knife, after all.
Edgeworth:
Er... Ahem, yes, that's about right.
Angel:
Prosecutors are, by nature, well-versed in the location of a man's vital organs. I'm sure it was easier than boiling an egg for my egg salad surprise set.
Phoenix:
Y-you can't testify as to her ability to kill an egg! I mean, a person!
Angel:
Hmm? Perhaps a chicken salad set would have been a better metaphor?
Edgeworth:
So, the defendant was holding a knife. What then?
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And you witnessed this? You saw Ms. Skye stab the victim with the knife?
Angel:
As I've already said, yes! I swear it on my finest "Salmon Swirl" lunch!
Judge:
Hmm!!! I'm sure that is a fine lunch!
Phoenix:
But... isn't that odd? Look at this photograph! This is the photograph you took of the very moment of the crime, is it not? Then why is Ms. Skye not holding a knife!?
Angel:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
... Ahem. Mr. Edgeworth, your thoughts?
Edgeworth:
Objection.
Phoenix:
Let's be a little more careful with our evidence, shall we?* (That had to be the weakest objection ever, Edgeworth. in the Trilogy release)
Edgeworth:
It is you that needs to be more careful, Mr. Wright!* (Yet, it was still stronger than your ever feeble mind, Mr. Wright. in the Trilogy release)
Judge:
What do you mean, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
This photograph was not taken the moment before the stabbing... This was taken the moment AFTER the stabbing!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
H-how can you tell that!?
Angel:
Blood splatter.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Angel:
See the dark crimson stain on the Chief Prosecutor's coat?
Phoenix:
(It's a black-and-white photograph!)
Judge:
Ah... yes, it's hard to tell, but this could be blood.
Edgeworth:
Well, Mr. Wright? I see no problem here. No problem... except you.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Are you going to just sit there and take that kind of abuse!?
Phoenix:
(Argh... You got a better idea?)
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"Wait! That contradicts what the witness said in her testimony!"
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Phoenix:
Now that you mention it, I see no problem here. Other than myself.
Ema:
M-Mr. Wright! You can't just let him walk all over you! Th-that's just sad!
Angel:
Feeling sad, Mr. Wright? Perhaps a special "Lover's Lunchbox" would cheer you up?
Judge:
Well, that was a waste of time. Let's continue with the testimony.
Phoenix:
(Perhaps I should have dug a little deeper...)
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Phoenix:
Wait! That contradicts what the witness said in her testimony! Namely, that she took the picture the "moment" she witnessed the crime!
Angel:
Well, it seems I was slightly unclear. My apologies.
Phoenix:
...
Angel:
...
Phoenix:
Th-that's it!?
Angel:
If you run out of lunch, you order seconds. Problem solved! If you don't like it, try ordering the jumbo sized lunch from the get-go!
Ema:
Good advice. I'm not sure I understood it, but... good advice.
Angel:
I didn't have time to stop her. Prosecutor Skye was cold, calculating, like a robot. She killed without pain or remorse! It was a premeditated murder!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
P-premeditated!? How do you know!?
Edgeworth:
Look at the chief prosecutor's hands in that photograph.
Judge:
Well...! Are those... gloves?
Edgeworth:
Surgical gloves made of thin rubber, most likely. Why would she have those on?
Phoenix:
Uh...
Edgeworth:
If it was not premeditated, she would not be wearing those gloves!
Phoenix:
Waaaaaargh!
Judge:
These gloves do seem to tell a tale of premeditation!
Angel:
Premeditated murder... a serious offense.
Judge:
Witness! Add this to your testimony!
Change statements:
"The chief prosecutor was holding a knife in her right hand...." and "Then, she thrust the pointy tip of the knife into Detective Goodman's chest!" to "The murder was planned! The rubber gloves prove it!"
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Angel:
Then, she thrust the pointy tip of the knife into Detective Goodman's chest!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Tell the court why you didn't try to stop this crime! You did see her raise the knife to strike, no?
Judge:
Hmm... The defense has a point.
Angel:
Unfortunately, by the time I realized what was going on, it was already too late.
Phoenix:
Too late...?
Angel:
Yes... the next moment... The chief prosecutor brought down the murder weapon!
Phoenix:
I... I see.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And you witnessed this? You saw Ms. Skye stab the victim with the knife?
Angel:
As I've already said, yes! I swear it on my finest "Salmon Swirl" lunch!
Judge:
Hmm!!! I'm sure that is a fine lunch!
Phoenix:
But... isn't that odd? Look at this photograph! This is the photograph you took of the very moment of the crime, is it not? Then why is Ms. Skye not holding a knife!?
Angel:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
... Ahem. Mr. Edgeworth, your thoughts?
Edgeworth:
Objection.
Phoenix:
Let's be a little more careful with our evidence, shall we?* (That had to be the weakest objection ever, Edgeworth. in the Trilogy release)
Edgeworth:
It is you that needs to be more careful, Mr. Wright!* (Yet, it was still stronger than your ever feeble mind, Mr. Wright. in the Trilogy release)
Judge:
What do you mean, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
This photograph was not taken the moment before the stabbing... This was taken the moment AFTER the stabbing!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
H-how can you tell that!?
Angel:
Blood splatter.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Angel:
See the dark crimson stain on the Chief Prosecutor's coat?
Phoenix:
(It's a black-and-white photograph!)
Judge:
Ah... yes, it's hard to tell, but this could be blood.
Edgeworth:
Well, Mr. Wright? I see no problem here. No problem... except you.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Are you going to just sit there and take that kind of abuse!?
Phoenix:
(Argh... You got a better idea?)
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Leads to:
"Wait! That contradicts what the witness said in her testimony!"
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Phoenix:
Now that you mention it, I see no problem here. Other than myself.
Ema:
M-Mr. Wright! You can't just let him walk all over you! Th-that's just sad!
Angel:
Feeling sad, Mr. Wright? Perhaps a special "Lover's Lunchbox" would cheer you up?
Judge:
Well, that was a waste of time. Let's continue with the testimony.
Phoenix:
(Perhaps I should have dug a little deeper...)
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Phoenix:
Wait! That contradicts what the witness said in her testimony! Namely, that she took the picture the "moment" she witnessed the crime!
Angel:
Well, it seems I was slightly unclear. My apologies.
Phoenix:
...
Angel:
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Phoenix:
Th-that's it!?
Angel:
If you run out of lunch, you order seconds. Problem solved! If you don't like it, try ordering the jumbo sized lunch from the get-go!
Ema:
Good advice. I'm not sure I understood it, but... good advice.
Angel:
I didn't have time to stop her. Prosecutor Skye was cold, calculating, like a robot. She killed without pain or remorse! It was a premeditated murder!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
P-premeditated!? How do you know!?
Edgeworth:
Look at the chief prosecutor's hands in that photograph.
Judge:
Well...! Are those... gloves?
Edgeworth:
Surgical gloves made of thin rubber, most likely. Why would she have those on?
Phoenix:
Uh...
Edgeworth:
If it was not premeditated, she would not be wearing those gloves!
Phoenix:
Waaaaaargh!
Judge:
These gloves do seem to tell a tale of premeditation!
Angel:
Premeditated murder... a serious offense.
Judge:
Witness! Add this to your testimony!
Change statements:
"The chief prosecutor was holding a knife in her right hand...." and "Then, she thrust the pointy tip of the knife into Detective Goodman's chest!" to "The murder was planned! The rubber gloves prove it!"
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Angel:
The murder was planned! The rubber gloves prove it!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What if she was just in the habit of wearing gloves? Like, driving gloves?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
The gloves were admitted as evidence when the defendant was arrested! They were rubber gloves, of the kind used for autopsies!
Angel:
In other words, when the chief prosecutor came to the crime scene... She came to do murder! It's the only possible conclusion one can make. Everything was planned, it was a premeditated crime!
Phoenix:
Arrrrgh!
Judge:
Impressive! I'm sorry they took you off the force, Ms. Starr!
Phoenix:
(This is bad... She's got them thinking this was all planned... If she can prove this claim, the trial's already over! I've got to think of a way to show that this wasn't premeditated!)
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Witness, do you know what this is?"
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Ema:
I-it's only a flesh wound, Mr. Wright! We can make it!
Phoenix:
You said that before. Anything else?
Ema:
Scientifically speaking... Ms. Starr's testimony... is flawless.
Phoenix:
(Sounds pretty fatal to me.)
Ema:
Wh-what do we do!? Is this it? Is my sister guilty!?
Phoenix:
Let's just keep our heads cool and press the witness a bit, shall we? (For some reason, having her panicking next to me makes me calmer...)
Ema:
D-don't smile like that!
Phoenix:
Witness, do you know what this is?
Angel:
Are you trying to test me? I sell box lunches for a living, you know. That's a knife. THE knife. The knife that was in Mr. Edgeworth's trunk!
Edgeworth:
Indeed, it is my knife.
What's with this case!?
The bloody murder weapon a red car... all belonging to the prosecutor there!?
The defendant is the chief prosecutor for the district, right?
Mommy, are prosecutors bad people?
Phoenix:
The defense has a request. We ask that the witness provide an ACCURATE testimony.
Angel:
What's that, Rookie?
Phoenix:
In your testimony... You stated that Lana Skye planned this murder. And that's why she was wearing those special gloves.
Judge:
Seems like a natural conclusion to me! The gloves do indicate planning...
Phoenix:
However! Why would she not also prepare the most important thing... the murder weapon!?
Angel:
Oh.
Phoenix:
This knife just happened to be in the trunk of that car. Ladies and gentlemen, if you're going to plan a murder, you don't forget the weapon!
Angel:
Ugh... Woooooooorrrgh!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Phoenix:
(Great! Now the tide is turning in our favor!)
Ema:
Great show, Mr. Wright! My sister's as good as free!
Edgeworth:
Wright. I believe the next lunch you'll be eating is... humble pie!
Phoenix:
W-what!?
Edgeworth:
I hope you weren't deluding yourself into thinking that the "tide has turned." Not over such a trifling detail!
Phoenix:
B-but this shoots a hole in the whole premeditated theory!
Edgeworth:
Bah! The prosecution could care less if it was premeditated or not. The only one who seems to care is that lunchlady over there.
Angel:
!
Edgeworth:
The defendant, Lana Skye, murdered a detective with a knife. That is the only thing the prosecution need prove. Nothing else.
Angel:
Very good, Mr. Prosecutor... I suppose you think you're clever now? But you know as well as I do that she planned on killing him! It was planned! If it wasn't, why would she have been wearing...
Judge:
I believe I'd like to hear your testimony again.
Edgeworth:
Witness, please tell us only what you "saw," not what you "thought."
Angel:
How dare you! My powers of deduction are not to be underestimated!
Phoenix:
(Really now...)
Witness Testimony
-- Angel's Deduction --
Angel:
Lana Skye intended to murder Detective Goodman!
That's why she called the victim all the way to the Prosecutor's Office.
I'm sure the Chief Prosecutor had a grudge against the victim.
Nothing else could drive that human machine to plunge the knife in again and again...
Judge:
The victim was summoned from the Police Department to the Prosecutor's Office.. It does sound a lot like premeditation, doesn't it!?
Ema:
So, if I order pizza, does that mean I'm planning to kill the delivery boy?
Judge:
In any case, the defense may now cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- Angel's Deduction --
Angel:
Lana Skye intended to murder Detective Goodman!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You've said that, but you haven't told us how you know!
Angel:
That's what I'm about to tell you, Rookie!
Judge:
I believe what she just said was a mere prelude to the story she is about to tell. Try not to interrupt her again.
Angel:
Rookie... Never interrupt a storyteller! It's like pulling a bun out of the oven half-baked!
Phoenix:
(Something's half-baked here alright, and it's you!)
Edgeworth:
Try not to confuse the defense, witness. They're not very quick on their feet. Now, why did you believe the suspect had intentions to murder the victim?
Angel:
Her actions speak for themselves!
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Angel:
That's why she called the victim all the way to the Prosecutor's Office.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You have no proof that Ms. Skye called him there!
Angel:
You have no proof that she didn't!
Judge:
Hmm... Mr. Edgeworth, thoughts?
Edgeworth:
There is no record of a call mad on the defendant, Ms. Lana Skye's phone.
Angel:
She might have written him a letter!
Phoenix:
(C'mon! You could have tried "public phone" first, at least!)
Edgeworth:
In any case, the victim came to the Prosecutor's Office, where he was murdered.
Judge:
I'm sure he had a reason to be there. Witness? Why do you think it was the suspect who summoned the victim that day?
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Angel:
I'm sure the Chief Prosecutor had a grudge against the victim.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What kind of "grudge"!?
Angel:
Well, I wouldn't know that.
Phoenix:
Of course you don't! That's because she didn't have a grudge!
Angel:
Rookie... I have a lunchbox here. Now... what's inside?
Phoenix:
H-how am I supposed to know!?
Angel:
See? We agree there is a lunchbox here, but we don't know what's inside! A person's life is like a lunchbox with pretzels. Don't you agree?
Judge:
I-I get it! That's why my lunch was so salty!
Phoenix:
(This judge isn't very good with metaphors...)
Edgeworth:
The suspect had a grudge against Detective Goodman. Will you tell us your basis for thinking this?
Angel:
It's simple...
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Angel:
Nothing else could drive that human machine to plunge the knife in again and again...
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
A "human machine"!? That's a contradiction!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Please... Can't you find fault with something of substance, Mr. Wright?
Ema:
Note to self: Mr. Edgeworth's sighs smell like citrus fruit.
Phoenix:
Umm... You say "again and again"... how many times did she stab him, exactly?
Angel:
We often say "chop into a thousand pieces," but we don't actually mean 1,000 pieces. What difference does it make if the deed is done!?
Phoenix:
(How come she's getting mad at me!?)
Judge:
Let's just say she stabbed him several times and leave it at that.
Phoenix:
(Leave it at that!? This is a murder case, people!)
Ema:
Mr. Wright, you should speak up if you have an objection, you know!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You say she stabbed him again and again... But you couldn't have witnessed that!
Angel:
Are you testing me...? Then I'll test you! With my Moss Surprise!!!
Edgeworth:
I'm afraid the moss is growing under our feet as we wait, Ms. Starr.
Angel:
...!?
Judge:
W-what do you mean?
Edgeworth:
I shouldn't have to explain this... But, take a look. The autopsy report states that death was due to a loss of blood... from one stab wound.
Judge:
Ah hah! You're right! Good show, Mr. Edgeworth!
Ema:
What a hunk! He's my hero, really.
Phoenix:
(What about my objection? No one noticed?)
Judge:
Well, witness?
Angel:
You got the Crime Scene Set, right?
Judge:
Uh... oh, thanks.
Angel:
I always believed that no one could ever mistake ketchup for blood.... But now, I realize that such mistakes are possible.
Edgeworth:
So... You're saying you mistook something... for blood?
Angel:
When she lifted her knife, I thought I saw blood at her breast... Splattered blood from her victim! That's why I thought she must have stabbed him at least twice.
Judge:
Then tell us what you saw that you thought was blood! Testify!
Angel:
...
Change statement:
"Nothing else could drive that human machine to plunge the knife in again and again..." to "Her red muffler looked like blood to me... that's how ghastly the whole scene was."
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Angel:
Her red muffler looked like blood to me... that's how ghastly the whole scene was.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Her red muffler?
Angel:
Yes, like a scarf. The Chief Prosecutor always wears one around her neck. So she can be easily hanged at a moment's notice, I suppose...
Phoenix:
(She's right... Ms. Skye was wearing a red scarf... wasn't she?) But wait... Isn't it odd that you mistook that for splattered blood?
Angel:
...
Judge:
Well, people often mistake my beard... For a bib.
Phoenix:
(A judge with a bib. That's why this place feels so much like kindergarten sometimes.)
Angel:
Actually... I do think I saw some traces of blood on her chest...
Edgeworth:
However, the autopsy report is clear on this matter. There was only one knife wound.
Angel:
...
Phoenix:
(Apparently, Ms. Starr isn't entirely sure of her own testimony.)
Ema:
Mr. Wright! This is our chance!!!
Phoenix:
Chance for what, I wonder...?
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Ms. Starr! I demand an explanation..."
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Phoenix:
(Ms. Starr has turned out to be as short-tempered as she looked when we met her. Challenging her abilities as a detective really set her off!)
Ema:
The short wick burns out the fastest! It's a scientific fact!
Phoenix:
I wonder... wouldn't it depend on the size of the candle? I mean, add more wax and even a really short wick will burn longer...
Ema:
... Obviously, more scientific testing is required!
Phoenix:
Ms. Starr! I demand an explanation...
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
The witness is clearly not suited for detective work.
Angel:
W-what!?
Edgeworth:
The suspect was not wearing a scarf or muffler of any kind when she stabbed the victim. And you've proved it yourself! With this photograph!
Angel:
Huh? B-but that... That can't be!
Edgeworth:
Only a true professional could be so clueless. I'm sure you'll make a good lunchlady, have no fear.
Judge:
Hmm! Harsh words! But good!
Ema:
In the end, Mr. Edgeworth prevails!
Phoenix:
(What was my objection, chopped liver!?)
Angel:
B-but it was there, a scarf, no, not that, but something red! Really!
Edgeworth:
Well now, where were we? The witness has given us an entertaining interlude, now back to business.
Angel:
Wh-what!?
Judge:
Very well, witness, continue your testimony. You saw the crime, and apprehended the suspect... Tell us about that.
Angel:
...... Very well. I do remember some things accurately, at least.
Phoenix:
(Ultimately, we couldn't shake the most important part of her testimony.)
Ema:
The most important part...?
Phoenix:
The part where your sister stabs the victim! (This next testimony might just be the moment of truth!)
Witness Testimony
-- Apprehending the Suspect --
Angel:
After the murder, the suspect attempted to run behind a partition off to her side.
I quickly caught her, explained her rights to her, and arrested her on the spot.
Ah, yes. When I arrested her, she mentioned the muffler!
That's what had me confused in my earlier testimony!
The chief prosecutor made to escape, but against Angel Starr, resistance is futile!
Judge:
You are quite determined about this scarf, aren't you?
Angel:
I strike like a snake and bite like a cobra! That's me. Angel Starr.
Phoenix:
That wasn't a very good metaphor. First of all, a cobra is a kind of snake.
Angel:
Don't bother me with details, unless you want to get bitten!
Phoenix:
N-no thanks!
Ema:
Note to self: Attorney Wright gets bitten by snake.
Angel:
The chief prosecutor tried to resist, but her efforts were in vain. She knocked my hands aside, kicked over an oil drum...
Phoenix:
O-oil drum? (Hard to imagine...)
Angel:
Oh, she's beautiful, but deadly! A predator, this one! A leopard woman! Rowr!
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. Your cross-examination, if you will.
Cross Examination
-- Apprehending the Suspect --
Angel:
After the murder, the suspect attempted to run behind a partition off to her side.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So where is this "partition" on the floor plans?
Edgeworth:
I'm sure she means this wall next to the car.
Phoenix:
(That's right... There was a wall there... about 6 feet high.)
Angel:
She was obviously trying to hide herself. Quite a natural thing for a criminal to do!
Edgeworth:
And what did you do then?
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Angel:
I quickly caught her, explained her rights to her, and arrested her on the spot.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You say "quickly"... were you close to the suspect?
Angel:
As I just said! I was only 30 feet away from her the whole time.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... maybe I should press her for more details?)
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Phoenix:
(How far away was she when she witnessed the murder? I guess I could just look at the picture to find out.) Very well, you may continue with your testimony.
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Leads to:
"I'd like to see this on the floor plans, just to be safe."
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Phoenix:
I'd like to see this on the floor plans, just to be safe. The Lunchland car was...
Edgeworth:
She was a "visitor," thus, she was parked in B Block.
Phoenix:
So, you witnessed the murder from... here?
Judge:
That would make it about 30 feet from the car, yes.
Phoenix:
Is that correct, Ms. Starr?
Angel:
Y-yes, that's right.
Judge:
But, there was a chain link fence in front of you...?
Angel:
I went over it, of course.
Judge:
Amazing! The Cough-up Queen, lunchlady athlete, indeed.
Ema:
It would have taken her a little time to climb over the fence. So she couldn't have gotten to my sister THAT fast...
Phoenix:
(Yeah, that fence was about nine feet high, too. How come Ms. Skye didn't get away?)
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Angel:
Ah, yes. When I arrested her, she mentioned the muffler!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
She mentioned the muffler? What exactly did she say?
Angel:
If I remembered exactly I would have told you in my testimony!
Phoenix:
(Cheeky!)
Angel:
Anyway, all I heard her say was the word "muffler."
Judge:
Just that one word?
Edgeworth:
So... what you heard wasn't the suspect talking to you, but to someone else?
Angel:
Yes. The chief prospector was talking on her phone!
Phoenix:
(Her phone? You mean... this cell phone?)
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Leads to:
"By phone... do you mean this cell phone, discovered at the crime scene?"
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Phoenix:
(Ms. Skye's cell phone... The last number she called was her sister, Ema! Hmm... if I press this too hard, who knows who the snake will bite...?)
Edgeworth:
The witness may continue with her testimony.
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Phoenix:
By phone... do you mean this cell phone, discovered at the crime scene?
Angel:
Yes, ultimately.
Edgeworth:
Ultimately?
Angel:
My memory... it's like a salmon, heading upstream, you see.
Judge:
N-no, the court doesn't see, Ms. Starr.
Angel:
The chief prosecutor first attempted to use the phone hanging on the wall.
Judge:
On the wall?
Phoenix:
(That's right! Near the car... there was an emergency phone on the wall!)
Angel:
Apparently, it was out of order.
Judge:
And so she used her cell phone?
Edgeworth:
Indeed, the emergency phone was out of order that day.
Judge:
Hmm. Good witnessing, witness!
Phoenix:
(Good witnessing? What ever happened to good testifying?)
Judge:
You should of course add this to your testimony.
Angel:
The things I do to please this rookie defense attorney.
Cell phone updated in the Court Record.
Change statement:
"That's what had me confused in my earlier testimony!" to "She gave up trying to use the phone on the wall and just used her cell phone!"
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Angel:
That's what had me confused in my earlier testimony!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So, you never saw this muffler?
Angel:
...!
Judge:
Witness?
Edgeworth:
As the photograph proves, she couldn't have seen it.
Angel:
... That's true.
Ema:
Ms. Starr... is acting strangely. First she mistakes a scarf for splattered blood... And now she says she didn't see any scarf!
Phoenix:
(She doesn't strike me as the kind of witness to make careless mistakes, either... I'm sure she saw something red... but what!?)
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Angel:
She gave up trying to use the phone on the wall and just used her cell phone!* (I saw it all -- how she tried the phone on the wall but had to use her cell instead. in the Trilogy release)
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Um... do you think you could restate your testimony for the court?
Judge:
Ah hah! I was going to ask the same thing!
Angel:
I'll only say this one time, so listen close, Rookies. The chief prosecutor stabbed the victim, and ran behind the partition. Then she picked up the emergency phone on the wall, but it was out of order. So she pulled her own cell phone out of her pocket.
Judge:
And during that time, you climbed over the chain link fence...
Angel:
Then, when I boldly grabbed her arm... The chief prosecutor hung up her phone!
Phoenix:
And you saw her doing this?
Ema:
...? What is it, Mr. Wright?
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I have to conclude that you have a personal grudge against Ms. Lana Skye."
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Angel:
The chief prosecutor made to escape, but against Angel Starr, resistance is futile!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
She "made to escape"... Can you be more specific?
Angel:
She brushed aside my hand and ran! It was a terrible sight to see, like a dollop of lard on a pate of foie gras!
Phoenix:
(Huh?)
Angel:
She even kicked over an oil drum at me!
Phoenix:
A-an oil drum!?
Judge:
There was an oil drum lying on its side at the scene of the crime.
Edgeworth:
But, it's strange...
Judge:
Hmm? What's that?
Edgeworth:
If she wanted to escape... why didn't she run the other way?
Judge:
The other... ah! The car entrance!
Ema:
Th-that's right! It doesn't make any sense that she would run from behind the partition to the oil drums!
Angel:
...
Ema:
Excellent! More mysteries!
Phoenix:
I wish we could solve a few before finding more, though...
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Phoenix:
(So Ms. Skye tried to run?)
Ema:
I'm sorry my sister is so suspicious, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Not as sorry as I am.
Ema:
But she didn't do it! You have to believe me!
Phoenix:
I have to conclude that you have a personal grudge against Ms. Lana Skye.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
The witness is a former detective. Her testimony is unmarred by personal bias.
Angel:
Well, who would have thought you would be my knight in shining armor, prosecutor? You who, together with the chief prosecutor, kicked me out two years ago!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
Well, Ms. Starr... This is a fatal contradiction with your testimony... How do you explain this?
Angel:
Hmph! I don't know what you're talking about. Mess with me... and I'll make you cough it ALL up!
Phoenix:
Ahem. Let's look at the floor plans. You said you witnessed the crime from this point. However, if that's true... You couldn't possibly have seen Ms. Skye making that phone call!
Angel:
...!
Phoenix:
I believe you see what I'm getting at. That emergency phone was on the back side of this partition. If, indeed, you were in B Block... You couldn't have seen it!
Angel:
Wha... Waaaaaaaaaaarrrgh!
Judge:
Order! Order! What is the meaning of this?
Phoenix:
It's simple, Your Honor. She's not coughing up lunch... she's coughing up lies!!!
Angel:
Grrr!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
That's quite a claim, Mr. Wright... perhaps you will allow me a question? Tell us exactly what lie this witness has told the court!
Phoenix:
(Here's where the counterattack begins! I can't afford to get this wrong!) The witness lied about...
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Phoenix:
She lied about what she saw! In other words, she didn't see Ms. Skye using that emergency phone!
Judge:
It does seem hard to imagine how she could have! Very logical!
Angel:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(What's the matter, Starr? Cat got your lunchbox?)
Ema:
Um, Mr. Wright... I hate to bother you while you're celebrating your victory... But why would Ms. Starr lie like that?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
Why would she say that my sister had tried to use the phone, but failed? It doesn't make any sense! Why lie about something so insignificant?
Phoenix:
Oh... (Dang, she's right!)
Ema:
I mean, maybe she really did see her try to use the emergency phone.
Edgeworth:
I see no room for doubt here.
Angel:
You ordered the P'tooey on rice, right?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! And I thought you had something there!
Phoenix:
Ugh. (One... one more try!)
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I see it in your eyes. You haven't learned your lesson, have you?
Leads back to:
"Tell us exactly what lie this witness has told the court!"
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Leads to:
"She tried to use the emergency phone... but it was out of order."
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Phoenix:
She lied about the order of events! Ms. Skye used that emergency phone BEFORE the murder!
Judge:
I-I see! I hadn't thought of that!
Angel:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(That took the wind out of her sails!)
Ema:
Um, Mr. Wright... I hate to bother you while you're celebrating your victory... But... why would anyone use the emergency phone before the murder?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
Just when you think he can't sink any lower, he amazes us. I applaud you, Mr. Wright.
Angel:
You ordered the Orange-peel Lunchbox, right?
Judge:
I guess that teaches me to not get excited BEFORE the evidence!
Phoenix:
Ugh. (One... one more try!)
Edgeworth:
Hmph. I see it in your eyes. You haven't learned your lesson, have you?
Leads back to:
"Tell us exactly what lie this witness has told the court!"
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Phoenix:
She tried to use the emergency phone... but it was out of order. What is significant about this fact? Nothing. It would be pointless for her to lie about it!
Judge:
Pointless to lie... I see!
Phoenix:
The witness did actually see Ms. Skye using the emergency phone. In other words... Ms. Starr witnessed the crime from a different location!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
A different location!? Now that's a pointless lie if I ever heard one!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Before you call my lie pointless... at least let me tell it!
Judge:
Let me ask a question to our clever wordsmith, Mr. Wright. Just where was the witness when she saw the crime!?
Phoenix:
(All the testimony we've heard until now points in one direction...) The place from where Ms. Starr witnessed this crime was... here!
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This is the only place where she could have been."
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
If she was here, she could see the emergency phone!
Judge:
Th-that's true! That solves the mystery!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
That would allow her to see the emergency phone, yes... But if she was there... She would have been able to arrest her well before she dialed her cell phone!
Phoenix:
Oh...
Angel:
You doubt my speed? I can run 150 feet in nine seconds, you know!
Phoenix:
(Is that really that fast?)
Judge:
Not as fast as your witty rejoinders!
Phoenix:
Ah... uh, yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"(All the testimony we've heard until now points in one direction...)"
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I think! I mean, it's highly likely that's where she was.
Angel:
You "think"?
Edgeworth:
It's "highly likely"?
Ema:
Your cavalier attitude stands in stark contrast to your feeble argument, Mr. Wright.
Edgeworth:
Her being there wouldn't change a thing!
Judge:
Please, Mr. Wright, think before you speak.
Phoenix:
Ah... uh, yes, Your Honor.
Leads back to:
"(All the testimony we've heard until now points in one direction...)"
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Phoenix:
This is the only place where she could have been.
Judge:
The security guard room?
Edgeworth:
Indeed, the security room in the underground parking lot is well positioned... It's built on the second level, so you can see the entire lot.
Judge:
Hmm... She would have been able to see the emergency phone from there. But why there? There are many other places where she could have seen the phone.
Phoenix:
Not in this case, Your Honor. The witness, not being part of the Prosecutor's Office, couldn't park in A Block. The only place where she could have seen the crime and the back of the partition is here. I remember in your testimony, you said... You brought a lunch to your "boyfriend" in the security guard room, yes? Well, Ms. Starr?
Angel:
... How many years have I been getting the better of men...? To think that the tables could be turned... Today, a man has got the better of Angel Starr!
Judge:
Order! Order! Witness! What have you done!? You used to be a detective! You should know better!
Angel:
I'm not turning back. The guilty will be punished. And I'll do what I must to make sure justice prevails.
Phoenix:
(The guilty... is she talking about Ms. Skye...?)
Ema:
Um, Mr. Wright? Doesn't this strike you as odd? Why did Ms. Starr lie? It doesn't make sense!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
She could have just said she saw the crime from the security guard station. It wouldn't change anything!
Edgeworth:
Exactly! This photograph tells all! It was the defendant who stabbed the victim! That truth still stands!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
It "still stands"? I disagree, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Wh-what!?
Phoenix:
If a witness is found to be lying, they're guilty of perjury. She knows this. She wouldn't risk that without a good reason!
Judge:
So, tell us what her reason was, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
... Huh? M-me?
Judge:
Who else!?
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Let's review what we know!
Phoenix:
(Ms. Starr witnessed the crime from the security guard station... But she lied and said she saw it from B Block... It must make a vital difference... but what? What would change...?)
| Angle of view to the crime
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Phoenix:
Why, the angle at which she saw the crime occur would change!
Judge:
The angle...? What do you mean!?
Phoenix:
Uh, um, well... The security guard station is on the second floor... and um... She would have sort of a more 3-D view of the crime.
Judge:
And this is important... why?
Phoenix:
Um...
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Perhaps you'd like to reconsider, Mr. Wright?
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright! Let's review what we know!"
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Leads to:
"It changes the distance between her and the scene of the crime!"
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Phoenix:
It's a difference in lighting!
Judge:
Lighting...? What does that mean!?
Phoenix:
Well, it means, uh... See, the security guard station is on the second level... So, uh, she would have seen the crime in better lighting conditions.
Judge:
And this is important... why?
Phoenix:
Um...
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Perhaps you'd like to reconsider, Mr. Wright?
Leads back to:
"Mr. Wright! Let's review what we know!"
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Phoenix:
It changes the distance between her and the scene of the crime!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
My condolences, Mr. Wright... But one look at the floor plans and it's quite clear. The distance between the scene of the crime and the guard station is 30 feet. I don't see how that would change what she could see.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What she saw is not in question here. What matters is the time it would take her to reach the scene of the crime!
Edgeworth:
...!
Phoenix:
Ms. Starr! You witnessed the crime from the security guard station! Now, how long did it take you to go from there... to the scene of the crime, where you arrested Ms. Skye!?
Angel:
...
Judge:
Well, witness?
Angel:
You...
Phoenix:
Y-yes...?
Angel:
You ordered the Squid Wheels, right?
Phoenix:
(The quality of my lunches has gone from low to inedible.)
Angel:
I was bringing a PB&J lunch with fresh boysenberry jam to my boyfriend.
Judge:
Hmm... Boysenberry for the boyfriend!
Angel:
He wasn't in the station, so I waited. I witnessed the crime from the glass-walled station... and before I knew what I was doing, I found myself running towards the scene. But... the door was locked. I couldn't open it. That's why I had to go through the visitor's parking in B Block.
Judge:
That's quite a detour.
Angel:
It probably took me at least five minutes to get to the scene of the crime.
Judge:
F-f-f-five minutes!? Hmm... This changes things considerably!
Angel:
But, it was that woman over there in the defendant's chair who stabbed him! I know it! I have photographic evidence! I swear it... I swear it on my finest plastic spork!
Judge:
You have a point. And the spork is a wonderful invention.
Angel:
Would you like another Caviar Lunch...?
Judge:
Absolutely!
Phoenix:
(Uh oh...)
Ema:
Mr. Wright! You have to do something!
Phoenix:
(Do I have any evidence to stop this...?)
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Five minutes between the witnessing of the murder and the arrest!"
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Phoenix:
(I think I need more evidence before I go sticking my spork in this mess...)
Judge:
Woo! Caviar! Ah... how it makes my eyes tingle!
Ema:
Mr. Wright! No evidence can win against the raw power of caviar! It's a scientific fact! The only thing that's left... Is your strong presence and deft powers of deduction!
Phoenix:
...!
Ema:
Let's screw the lid back on those overpriced fish eggs!
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Five minutes between the witnessing of the murder and the arrest!"
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Phoenix:
Five minutes between the witnessing of the murder and the arrest! Think about it! You could make pasta in that amount of time! If you like it al dente!
Angel:
I've got lunchboxes that tie pasta into knots, Rookie!
Phoenix:
A five minute "blank"... Isn't that strange!?
Edgeworth:
Strange...?
Phoenix:
If you were a criminal... What would you do with five minutes, Your Honor?
Judge:
Well, um... I guess I'd flee the scene. Hey! D-don't get the wrong idea! I didn't kill anyone...
Phoenix:
But you have the instincts of a killer! You would run! But this time was different! Ms. Skye dawdled at the scene of the crime... she even had her picture taken! No true criminal would act this way! It's inconceivable!
Angel:
Y- yeeeaaargh!
Judge:
Well then. It seems we've come to the end of this testimony. She has a grudge against the defendant, and there is a blank in her testimony.
Angel:
...!
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth, is the next witness ready to go?
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately... I appear to have overestimated this witness on account of her professional history...
Ema:
We did it! We screwed that can shut, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Th-that was too close!)
Judge:
I'm afraid that the Cough-up Queen has been dethroned. And with that, court is adjourned!
Angel:
Mr. Edgeworth, you ordered the Squid Wheels, right?
Phoenix:
(That's the one she tried to foist off on me!)
Edgeworth:
I prefer to not take the defense team's leftovers. Anything else to say?
Angel:
I... might be able to save you. I have decisive evidence.
Judge:
Wh-what was that!?
Phoenix:
(Is this another one of her trick lunchboxes!?)
Judge:
My apologies, but we have no further questions to ask of you, Ms. Starr.
Angel:
Ah... Is this your jumbo lunchbox?
Judge:
Whoo hoo! A triple-decker! Out of deference to the witness's determination, I'll allow one more testimony! Let's hear about this decisive evidence.
Angel:
Like the Lunchland motto says, you won't be disappointed!
Phoenix:
(What's she going to pull out of her lunchbox this time!?)
Witness Testimony
-- Decisive Evidence --
Angel:
I should have mentioned those five minutes when I wasn't looking at the crime scene.
And now, to the matter of the victim's shoe... Did I not bring this up...?
Two types of blood were found on this shoe!
One was of course the victim's.
And the other was...! The defendant, Ms. Lana Skye's blood!
This shoe proves it! It's flawless, decisive evidence!
Judge:
Wh-what!? There was blood found on that shoe!?
Angel:
Try Lunchland, for all your lunch and decisive evidence needs!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Witness, what's the meaning of this? Why is this the first time I've heard of this evidence?
Angel:
Simple. As I've already said... I don't trust you with evidence, Mr. Edgeworth! That's why I took the liberty of investigating this myself.
Edgeworth:
And... you had blood tests performed?
Angel:
Didn't I mention? I have three boyfriends in forensics.
Edgeworth:
In any case, Your Honor, I can't accept this as evidence!
Angel:
What...?
Edgeworth:
You should know the two rules of evidence law, Ms. Starr! Rule 1: no evidence shall be shown without the approval of the Police Department! In other words, this shoe is illegal evidence! At least, for the time being!
Ema:
I-is that right, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
It seems so. Edgeworth sure is celebrating.
Angel:
Not so fast, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...!
Angel:
Don't forget... I used to be a detective! As I mentioned previously... This shoe has already been tested by a member of the forensics department! As you can see, it was approved by the Police Department as of... today. Even the general public can produce official evidence, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Nuh... Ungh!
Ema:
I-is that right, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
It seems so. Edgeworth is looking pretty sullen.
Ema:
You could at least study some evidence law! Really!
Judge:
The prosecution's complaints notwithstanding... It appears that this evidence satisfies the first rule of evidence law. Well... It seems you have yet another count against you, witness.
Angel:
Anything to ensure that the guilty are properly judged.
Victim's Shoe added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright, you may cross-examine the witness!
| Examine evidence
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| Blood on Victim's Shoe
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Ema:
This blood... It's my sister's, right?
Phoenix:
It appears so. (Lana's right hand was bandaged when I saw her in jail. She must have cut herself at the time of the crime...)
Ema:
Poor Sis...
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Ema:
AAAH! There's blood here too!
Phoenix:
On the sole of the shoe? It's got to be the victim's. He must have stepped in a puddle of his own blood.
Ema:
All this blood... It's horrible!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... This blood might be an important clue...)
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Cross Examination
-- Decisive Evidence --
Angel:
I should have mentioned those five minutes when I wasn't looking at the crime scene.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Why did you lie about those five minutes?
Angel:
I guess you could say, I just wanted people to look at the results.
Phoenix:
The... results?
Angel:
How many times do I have to say this? I saw the chief prosecutor stab the victim before my very own eyes! Compared to that... A five minute "blank" means nothing!
Edgeworth:
Then why didn't you just tell the truth!
Angel:
Don't make me laugh! We're dealing with the most untrustworthy of the vile lot known as prosecutors! Falsified evidence, arranged testimonies, erasing and manipulating evidence... When you fight monsters, you need to use every trick in the book!
Phoenix:
(This when the suspect is admitting she did it?)
Judge:
False testimony is the most despicable crime of all, Ms. Starr. Let's just get this over with.
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Angel:
And now, to the matter of the victim's shoe... Did I not bring this up...?
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
And, you found this shoe at the scene of the crime?
Angel:
I detained the chief prosecutor, and notified the Police Department... I wanted to make myself useful while I was waiting for the police to arrive.
Edgeworth:
So, like an ill-trained pooch, you snuck off with a shoe!
Angel:
I was afraid someone would erase the chief prosecutor's crime. This shoe was my secret weapon if that should happen. See this fashionable basket I have here...? It carries more than lunchboxes, gentlemen!
Phoenix:
(I'm happy for you and your lunchbox bag, really.)
Judge:
In any case, you removed valuable evidence from the scene of the crime.Now, tell us what you did next.
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Angel:
Two types of blood were found on this shoe! One was of course the victim's.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So, you brought it to the forensics department?
Angel:
If you're going to submit something as evidence in court, you need it approved. To do that, evidence must be analyzed... by a forensics expert.
Phoenix:
(And she got away with her little coup because she used to be a detective...)
Judge:
The shoe does appear to have bloodstains on it.
Angel:
Makes sense. After all, a man was stabbed here.
Phoenix:
And that blood belonged to the victim, Detective Goodman?
Angel:
As I said, there were two types of blood found on the shoe.
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Angel:
And the other was...! The defendant, Ms. Lana Skye's blood!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You can't say for sure the blood belonged to the victim with a blood test!
Angel:
You claim to know something about blood tests, Rookie?
Phoenix:
Huh...
Angel:
Well, speak up!
Phoenix:
Uh, well... Blood comes in four types... A, B, O, and AB... However! You can't tell from a blood test whether a murder was performed... in cold blood!
Angel:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
... That's just a figure of speech, Mr. Wright.
Ema:
Actually, if you combine all the various blood tests, there are millions of types! It's practically impossible to narrow a blood sample down to one person! Or so I hear.
Phoenix:
M-millions of types?
Angel:
If I had a little more time, I would have gotten DNA test results... But they said there's very little doubt it could be anyone's but Ms. Lana Skye's.
Judge:
Hmm... So the suspect's blood was found on the victim's shoe...
Edgeworth:
That ties her directly to the death of Detective Goodman!
Phoenix:
(I was afraid he was going to say that...)
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Angel:
This shoe proves it! It's flawless, decisive evidence!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
(I can't let this evidence go through without a fight!)
Angel:
You ordered the peppered fish guts, right?
Phoenix:
...!
Angel:
Some like it hot, Mr. Wright. Some, like your client. She's in enough hot water to make a whole batch of soup.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Do you or don't you have a problem with this shoe!?
Phoenix:
A problem...? (This is critical! What's wrong with the victim's shoe?)
| There's no problem
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Phoenix:
(No... there's nothing there. And if I just stab blindly at it, I'll hurt my case.)
Ema:
C'mon, Mr. Wright, I know you can find something! Some kind of off-the-cuff contradiction!
Phoenix:
I'm trying to avoid saying things off-the-cuff today.
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Leads to:
"If I'm not imagining things..."
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Phoenix:
If I'm not imagining things... I'd say there is one critical problem with this evidence... A clear contradiction!
Angel:
That gleam in your eyes... You're still young, Rookie. I'd give you a peppered fish gut now, but you couldn't take the heat, could you!
Judge:
Let's hear what Mr. Wright has to say! What is contradictory about the victim's shoe? Show us the problem with this evidence!
| Present blood on sole
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I wonder if you noticed... there's blood on the bottom of this shoe!"
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The problem with this evidence... is here!
Judge:
Where?
Phoenix:
Uh...
Edgeworth:
Take that finger and point it at your own head, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... guess that wasn't it.)
Ema:
Mr. Wright, let's be scientific about this! Examine the evidence!
Judge:
As I thought, a waste of time. Well, that was a nice break. Let's return to the testimony, shall we?
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Phoenix:
I wonder if you noticed... there's blood on the bottom of this shoe!
Angel:
Don't mess with me, Rookie... Or it'll be your blood on the bottom of my shoe!
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed, there is quite a bit of blood on the bottom of the shoe.
Edgeworth:
It makes sense. The victim was stabbed with a knife! What could possibly be contradictory about blood on the bottom of his shoe!?
| Present Crime Photo
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The problem lies... in the footprint."
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Phoenix:
Edgeworth:
... I'm guessing your shoe has blood on it too... you just shot yourself in the foot!
Phoenix:
Arrgh...
Angel:
Would you like a grinder, or a grind from the heel of my boot, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix:
(Man... tough crowd.)
Ema:
Mr. Wright, let's be scientific about this! Examine the evidence!
Judge:
As I thought, a waste of time. Well, that was a nice break. Let's return to the testimony, shall we?
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Phoenix:
(That's pretty sly, hiding evidence like that!)
Ema:
There's nothing sly about a lawyer using the law as a weapon! In any case, science is always on our side! Don't forget! Scientific investigation is the wave of the future!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... maybe I should "investigate" this evidence a little more closely...)
Phoenix:
The problem lies... in the footprint.
Angel:
The... footprint?
Phoenix:
Note that the bottom of the victim's shoe is covered in blood. Then... isn't it strange? Why weren't any bloody footprints found by the scene of the crime!?
Judge:
Ah hah!
Phoenix:
As you can see... There were no traces of any such footprints at the scene of the crime! That contradicts your claim about this shoe!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
This picture only shows part of the floor, so there could have been bloody footprints.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
If there were bloody prints they would have been found. We checked the scene and found nothing of the sort!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Well, witness!?
Angel:
What!? Huh? I, uh...
Ema:
Great going, Mr. Wright! But... It's true that the lack of a footprint is a contradiction... But then we have to ask why there wasn't a footprint!
Phoenix:
Oh!
Judge:
That's true! There has to be a reason why there wasn't a footprint!
Ema:
Think, Mr. Wright, think!
Phoenix:
... Hey, I don't know why it's not there. I'm just good at finding contradictions.
Ema:
What!?
Edgeworth:
I see... Now I get it!
Phoenix:
(Get what!?)
Edgeworth:
Our witness is more devious than I gave her credit for! We were hoodwinked to the very end! But she slipped! There is one vital hint to the truth in her testimony...
Judge:
Wh-what are you talking about?
Edgeworth:
Think back to when she told us about apprehending the suspect...
Angel:
The chief prosecutor tried to resist, but her efforts were in vain. She knocked my hands aside, kicked over an oil drum... Oh, she's beautiful, but deadly! A predator, this one! A leopard woman! Rowr!
Edgeworth:
I thought that was a strange thing for the normally cool-headed chief to do.
Phoenix:
(No kidding!)
Edgeworth:
Now, witness. Allow me to ask a very simple question. This "oil drum"... was it empty?
Angel:
... Oh, that, hmm? I'm not sure I like your attitude, Mr. Edgeworth. Though apparently you're not the slowest conveyor belt in the lunchbox factory.
Judge:
Witness! W-well? Was the oil drum empty...?
Angel:
The oil drum kicked over by the chief prosecutor... was brimming with water.
Phoenix:
W-water? (What does that mean?)
Edgeworth:
Still don't get it, Mr. Wright? Do you want to know the reason she knocked it over? The REAL reason?
Judge:
Aaaa haaaaah! You don't mean...!
Edgeworth:
Yes, the suspect knocked over that oil drum for one reason and one reason alone! To erase the blood stains that would become evidence against her!
Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaaargh!
Judge:
That ties things up quite nicely! The blood stains left on the victim's shoes tie her quite clearly to this murder! Then, after the deed was done, she knocked over the oil drum to erase the telltale signs!
Angel:
Why, that's a prosecutor's specialty... erasing evidence!
Phoenix:
(That reminds me... Ms. Skye's right hand was hurt... Didn't she say she'd cut herself when she stabbed him...?)
Ema:
So my sister's blood on the shoe... That's when it happened?
Judge:
Well... I see no reason to prolong this trial.
Ema:
M-Mr. Wright! Do something! Please!
Phoenix:
W-what!? What can I do? Your sister has confessed to the crime, and she tried to conceal it!
Ema:
B-but...
Edgeworth:
Enough. There is no need for further debate. The verdict, Your Honor!
Judge:
Very well...
Ema:
But Angel Starr is on the prosecution's side! She could have been lying about the water!
Judge:
This court finds the defendant, Ms. Lana Skye...
Angel:
Little girl... What did you just say?
Ema:
Huh...? M-me?
Angel:
Did you say that I, Angel Starr... was on the prosecution's side?
Ema:
W-well, yeah, you are! You're saying my sister hid evidence by erasing the bloody footprints!
Angel:
Well. I thought you'd had your fill, but here you are, demanding a second helping! Another lunchbox... A lunchbox called "evidence"!
Judge:
W-wait... Witness, don't tell me you have something else?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
You've reached your verdict, Your Honor! Any further comments will be held in contempt of court!
Angel:
Your threats don't scare the Cough-up Queen! Look at this!!!
Judge:
A photograph...?
Angel:
I had this just in case anyone had the gall to suggest... that the white shoe didn't belong to the victim!
Judge:
Hmm... I see no room for error in this evidence.
Ema:
M-Mr. Wright, wait! Look at the asphalt in this photo!
Phoenix:
Hey! It's clearly wet!
Judge:
Erasing the last trace of doubt from the court's mind. Immediately after the murder, the crime scene was washed with water!
Ema:
I-I'm sorry, Mr. Wright. I guess I... I couldn't help after all.
Phoenix:
(It's not your fault... I knew I couldn't win this case from the beginning. And... it seems this is what your sister wanted anyway! ... I'm sorry, Mia...) ... ... ...
Wright... wet or not...
Don't be so quick to throw in the towel...
Phoenix:
...!
Get yourself up off the asphalt... take another good look...
Don't give up... Not until the bitter end.
Phoenix:
(This is the last piece of evidence...)
Judge:
Very well! This time I'd like to declare a verdict for good!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor, wait!
Judge:
What is it with you people!? Can't I hand down my verdicts in peace anymore!? Whatever it is, can it wait?
Phoenix:
N-no it can't. Then it will be too late! Look at this photograph, the last one submitted... This trial isn't over... until we give each piece of evidence proper consideration!
Edgeworth:
So, Wright... Are you saying there's a problem with this latest piece of evidence?
Phoenix:
Yeah! (I'll think later!) Yeah, there's a problem! (Right or wrong, I've got to go ahead with this!)
Judge:
I suppose since we've come this far, we should give every claim a fair shake. Very well, Mr. Wright. Show the court the problem in this photograph!
| Present muffler
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The problem in this photograph... is here!"
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| Present anywhere else
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well... it's probably here! Don't you think?
Judge:
As your elder, Mr. Wright, let me give you a piece of advice... When you point at something, at least remember to keep your eyes open?
Angel:
I believe he's trying to say that no one's falling for your bluffs, Mr. Wright!
Ema:
Open your eyes, Mr. Wright! Think scientifically!
Leads back to:
"I suppose since we've come this far, we should give every claim a fair shake."
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Phoenix:
The problem in this photograph... is here!
Edgeworth:
What's this...? There's something poking out of the car's muffler!
Judge:
Wait just a moment, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Your Honor?
Judge:
You just said "muffler"... However I see no trace of a muffler or scarf of any kind in this photograph!
Edgeworth:
... A muffler is also a part on a car or motorcycle, Your Honor. Just think of it as... part of the exhaust system. A pipe...
Judge:
I see! And... I see! What's that suspicious-looking cloth sticking out of the car's muffler?
Angel:
Hmph! So what if there is something sticking out of the muffler! What does that have to do with this case? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Sorry, Ms. Starr... But it's not going to be that easy! In fact, you've already told us why this is important to the case... You said as much in your testimony!!!
Angel:
Wh-what!?
Judge:
Let's hear what Mr. Wright has on his mind! Tell us why you think this piece of cloth in the muffler is related to this case.
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Ms. Starr! Recall your testimony for the court..."
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| Present anything else
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well, Your Honor? How do you feel about that?
Judge:
Actually, I don't feel well at all. I have this pounding headache...
Phoenix:
No, no, I meant, what do you think about the...
Judge:
I'm afraid the reason for that headache is you, Mr. Wright!
Ema:
That cloth was found in the car's "muffler," right...? Muffler... muffler... Where have I heard that word recently? Muffler...
Leads back to:
"Let's hear what Mr. Wright has on his mind!"
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Phoenix:
Ms. Starr! Recall your testimony for the court...
Angel:
Ah yes. When I arrested her, she mentioned the muffler! That's what had me confused in my earlier testimony!
Angel:
Muffler! argh! Yeearrrrgh!
Phoenix:
Could it be that the "muffler" you heard mentioned... Was actually this exhaust pipe!? If so! That means this piece of cloth is vital evidence!
Angel:
Oh... Whooooooooooo ooooooooooooragh!
Judge:
Well... It seems we will have to suspend the proceedings.
Angel:
Sus... Suspend!?
Judge:
I find myself wondering about that piece of cloth. If we leave any question unanswered here we do a disservice to the law! Have the car at the crime scene inspected at once, and bring me that cloth! The verdict will wait until after we've seen all the evidence. Agreed...?
Edgeworth:
... I suppose so.
Phoenix:
(Whew... that was close. But... we made it... at least for now!)
Judge:
The court will adjourn for a thirty minute recess! It's lunchtime after all!
Phoenix:
(He's still hungry!?)
To be continued.
February 23, 11:56 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
Ema:
Um... Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh? What?
Ema:
Are trials... always like this with you? Like you're swimming up from the bottom of a lake, about to reach the surface... But no matter how hard you paddle you never seem to get there...
Phoenix:
Pretty much. Except today we're swimming in quicksand. So what happened to your sister, anyway?
Ema:
Apparently she got called off to the judge's chambers.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Probably something to do with that piece of cloth.
Ema:
So! This is where we turn this trial around, right? Our only weapon, a tiny, insignificant piece of cloth!
Phoenix:
I'm the one who's starting to feel tiny and insignificant to tell the truth.
???:
Hola, Pardner!
Marshall:
They say you show a red cloth to a bull, it'll fire up its temper! That's what they told me when I was a young'un, at least.
Ema:
Officer Marshall!
Marshall:
Thought I'd come take a look-see at how the trial's going. Looks like I'm late. They've got the place locked down tighter than a fort in enemy territory!
Phoenix:
What is going on over there, anyway? All the police I've seen these last two days have been really on edge.
Marshall:
Don't you got enough on your plate without worrying about other people, compadre? You could be worrying about the chief prosecutor's taste in mufflers, for example.
Ema:
Um... Officer Marshall? The whole "muffler" thing didn't have anything to do with scarves... She wasn't even wearing a scarf!
Marshall:
You don't say? Now don't that just beat all.
Ema:
...?
Marshall:
I've seen the red breeze blow at her slender neck many a time... I saw it that day, too. She was wearing a red muffler.
Ema:
What!?
Marshall:
At the awards ceremony that afternoon. Edgeworth's seen it too, I'd reckon.
Phoenix:
(What does that mean!? In the photograph taken at the crime scene... she wasn't wearing a scarf!)
Ema:
So, Ms. Starr wasn't mistaken...
Marshall:
Well, it's about time. Remember, pardner, sometimes you gotta grab the bull by the horns... and sometimes you just gotta let that bull go where it will. Time will tell!
Phoenix:
(Ugh... I have a bad feeling about this.)
Ema:
So... what are we swimming in now, Mr. Wright?
Marshall:
If it's steak sauce, I can hook you up with some fine ribs! Ooh-wee!
February 23, 12:32 PM
District Court
Courtroom No. 9
Judge:
I'd... like to... resume...?
Phoenix:
(What's up? The judge keeps looking over at the prosecution...)
Judge:
Is something wrong, Mr. Edgeworth? Your face is blue, your lips are purple, you're sweating bullets... That furrowed brow, those grinding teeth, those watery eyes... What's more your eyes are unfocused, you're doubled over, your back is bent...
Edgeworth:
It... can't... be!! This... can't... happen!
Ema:
I wonder what happened to Mr. Edgeworth?
Judge:
Well then, I believe it is time we continued on with this trial. During our recess I had requested that the prosecution conduct an investigation...
Edgeworth:
Th-this is unacceptable!
Judge:
Hmm... It seems our prosecutor is quite beside himself.
???:
Ah, er, excuse me. Knock knock?
Judge:
...? Who's there?
Phoenix:
(What's with this guy? A strange, stuffy aura seems to be filling the courtroom.)
Ema:
Hey! The temperature rose 5.7 degrees when that man came in!
Phoenix:
(Who on earth is he...?)
Judge:
Ah, it's you...
???:
Oh! Oh, heh heh. Sorry I'm late, Udgey! The roads were packed. It's just me! Long time no see, eh, Udgey? How ya been? Swim much these days!
Judge:
Ah! Hello, hello. No, I've been so busy...
???:
Busy! Busy-smizzy, Udgey, my boy! You have to make time to relax!
Judge:
Y-yes, indeed.
Ema:
Udgey... seems to be his nickname for the judge...?
Phoenix:
I'm afraid you're right. Very afraid. Um... sorry, but... who are you?
???:
Ah hah! So you're Wrighto! The attorney! I've heard good things about you, son!
Phoenix:
Eh? Uh, th-thanks...?
???:
So sorry about our little Worthy giving you all that trouble, eh? You know, we should all go swimming together sometime! Jolly!
Phoenix:
Little... Little Worthy...?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! You don't know the district Chief of Police!?
Phoenix:
Chuh....? Chief of Police...!?
Judge:
He's the top ranking police officer in the entire district!
Gant:
Name's Gant, Damon Gant. Pleased to meet you, everyone!
Judge:
So, uh, to what do we owe this honor today? It's been over... two years since you last came to this courtroom, hasn't it?
Gant:
Well, it's Worthy, here. Look at the poor fellow! I just thought I'd help out... by bringing this.
Phoenix:
Hey! Th-that's...!
Ema:
My sister's muffler!
Phoenix:
(So Ms. Starr wasn't just seeing things! When the crime occurred, Ms. Skye really was wearing that muffler!)
Gant:
But to think that it was stuffed into that exhaust pipe... On little Worthy's car, no less! It's really quite embarrassing, even for us.
Judge:
Wh-what's this!?
Gant:
It's what you'd call a switchblade knife. Quite perplexing, this.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Chief! What kind of outfit are you running!?
Judge:
M-Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
How could they miss such a vital piece of evidence!? If your investigators are this lax, how do you expect us to do our job?
Gant:
N-now wait a minute, Worthy!
Edgeworth:
I've no desire to hear your excuses!
Gant:
I'm telling you to wait! Or didn't you hear me?
Edgeworth:
...!
Gant:
Have a look at this document, where it says "person in charge of investigation"... There's no mistaking that signature... Miles Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Th-that's no fair! The day of the crime, I-I had...
Gant:
Your head in the clouds because you got that award! I know how you feel... But you're the person in charge. I'll expect a written apology.
Edgeworth:
What? Are you serious!?
Gant:
Don't be too upset, we'll find a way to clean up this mess... that you made.
Edgeworth:
...!
Ema:
This is the first time I've seen Mr. Edgeworth at a loss for words...
Judge:
This kind of major blunder is unlike you Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Gah...!
Judge:
The court accepts this new evidence. But, I'd like to ask the defense a favor first.
Phoenix:
Y-yes?
Judge:
Just to be sure... I'd like to take a look at the blade of this knife.
Phoenix:
The b-blade, Your Honor? Well, I don't see why not...
Judge:
Could you open it up for me, I wonder?
Phoenix:
Yes, well. I think all you have to do is push that switch, and...
Judge:
If I cut my finger Mr. Wright, I wouldn't be able to pound my gavel anymore.
Phoenix:
(Yeah. But if I cut my finger, I wouldn't be able to point it at people anymore...)
Ema:
Come on! Just hurry up and open it!
| Examine evidence
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| Tag on Switchblade Knife
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Ema:
There's a small tag on this knife.
Phoenix:
It seems to say "SL-9 2"...
Ema:
What does that mean?
Phoenix:
Well... (I've heard something similar... "DL-6"... of "DL-6 Incident" fame...)
Ema:
But... it's strange.
Phoenix:
Huh? What is?
Ema:
I'm not certain... But I get the feeling I've seen this somewhere before! Letters like this... or letters that looked a lot like this... somehow.
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| Tag on Switchblade Knife (after pressing switch)
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Ema:
There's a small tag on the knife.
Phoenix:
It says, "SL-9 2."
Ema:
What's that supposed to mean?
Phoenix:
I'm not sure... (But it reminds me of a similar code... "DL-6." Maybe it's a case number?)
Ema:
That's weird.
Phoenix:
What?
Ema:
I don't remember where... but I think I've seen something like this before. Something similar to what's written on this tag. It wasn't that long ago either...
Phoenix:
(Maybe I should check the Court Record again.)
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Ema:
Waaaah! D-don't scare me like that!
Phoenix:
I'm the one who's scared!
Ema:
Look at this knife blade... the tip is broken off.
Phoenix:
(And this dark red stain... blood?)
Switchblade Knife added to the Court Record.
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(Examining switch and tag leads to:)
Edgeworth:
This does not excuse the actions of the Police Department! I would like to hear an explanation from the Chief of Police himself!
Judge:
I'm terribly sorry, but could I ask you to testify for us? About the split between the prosecutors and the police... and this knife.
Gant:
Sure! Sure thing. Not a problem, not even a little one! Really!
Witness Testimony
-- Department in Disorder --
Gant:
This knife is special... but I can't say how here.
Unless there's evidence to prove a connection between this knife and Goodman...
That was a bad day for the Department. We weren't in any shape to do an investigation.
A detective was killed at the Police Department, see... what a mess!
The time of the crime? 5:15. Scary coincidence, eh?
It's not officially linked to this here case, so I can't talk much about it.
Judge:
There... There was a murder at the Police Department!? A detective!?
Gant:
That's hush-hush information, Udgey! We haven't exactly announced it yet.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
W-wait a second! You said "5:15"... That's the exact time that Detective Goodman was killed at the Prosecutor's Office!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
Gant:
Anyway, we at the Department were all a-flustered, as you might well assume. We're in the middle of a top-top-secret investigation. Don't tell anyone, okay?
Judge:
I think we understand the Police Department's situation... Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Two detectives killed at the same time in two different places...)
Ema:
The chances of that are really slim. Scientifically speaking, of course.
Phoenix:
I'd... like to exercise my right to cross-examine the witness.
Judge:
Very well... however! Keep your questions focused on the case at hand!
Cross Examination
-- Department in Disorder --
Gant:
This knife is special... but I can't say how here.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Excuse me... "special"?
Gant:
Mmhmm. Hard to come by this particular knife anywhere else.
Phoenix:
Um... Might that special thing... be this little tag?
Gant:
Oh! Sorry, Wrighto! But I can't say that now. Not that!
Edgeworth:
We've established that the knife in Goodman's chest... was this knife. Now why was there another knife at the scene of the crime?
Judge:
That's quite a mystery!
Gant:
And like a mystery, it's wrapped in something... a muffler!
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Gant:
This knife was evidence in a case. It was stolen from the Department's evidence room.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So this knife... was stolen?
Gant:
Yes, but on the day of the murder.
Edgeworth:
It was evidence, you say. Was it, in fact, a murder weapon?
Gant:
Nice! Nice! Nice! Good show, little Worthy! It was a murder weapon, as it happens. It was evidence from a case long-since solved...
Phoenix:
(So this knife was stolen on the day of the murder... And it was found in the exhaust pipe of Edgeworth's car...)
Ema:
Hard to think there isn't a connection there!
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Gant:
Unless there's evidence to prove a connection between this knife and Goodman...
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This knife was found on the scene of our crime! I think that makes it connected to the case, don't you!?
Gant:
See, there's a lot of things that go on at the Department I can't explain... It's... delicate, okay? Sorry, Wrighto!
Ema:
Maybe there's something about the knife that will give us a clue! Let's examine that knife while we can, Wrighto!
Phoenix:
(Hmmm... evidence that links this knife to Detective Goodman... I think perhaps the pieces are falling into place... I should try presenting the piece of evidence that's had me stumped all this time!)
Edgeworth:
So, how were things down at the Department...?
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Wait a second!
Gant:
Ah, at last! An honest to goodness "objection"!
Phoenix:
This knife... This has to have something to do with Detective Goodman!
Judge:
What do you mean!?
Gant:
Ah hah! An honest-to-goodness what do you mean from the judge! This is great!
Phoenix:
Look at the tag on this knife! It reads "SL-9 2"...
Judge:
And this is important... why?
Phoenix:
Over here we also have... A memo that was on the body of the victim!
Judge:
Hmm... what's this? 6 minus 7S... 12/2...?
Phoenix:
Your Honor... It's upside-down.
Judge:
Upside...?
Phoenix:
The printed name on the memo makes it look like it's right-side up... But turn it around and what do you get!?
Judge:
Ah... Ah haaaaah!
Phoenix:
When he wrote this note, he was holding the paper upside down!
Judge:
SL-9... That's the same thing that is written on the knife's tag! Order! Order! Well, Chief?
Gant:
... Ah, well. I guess the cat's out of the bag... You win, Wrighto!
Phoenix:
I... win? Ah... (What game is this guy playing!?)
Change statements:
"This knife is special... but I can't say how here." and "Unless there's evidence to prove a connection between this knife and Goodman..." to "This knife was evidence in a case. It was stolen from the Department's evidence room."
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Gant:
That was a bad day for the Department. We weren't in any shape to do an investigation.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Something didn't happen at the Police Department too, did it...?
Gant:
You got a good look in your eyes, there, Wrighto my boy. Sharp! Hungry!
Edgeworth:
Chief... did something happen? And why haven't I heard?
Gant:
Why haven't you heard? Or why didn't you ask?
Edgeworth:
...!
Gant:
No matter, I understand. You were busy, what with Lana's case and all.
Phoenix:
Well, what happened!? What happened at the Police Department that day?
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Gant:
A detective was killed at the Police Department, see... what a mess!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
On the same day that a detective was killed in the Prosecutor's parking lot... Another detective... was killed at the Police Department!?
Gant:
That's a fact. Surprising, isn't it, Udgey?
Judge:
I'm at a loss for words.
Edgeworth:
And the perpetrator? Do you have a suspect?
Gant:
Well, there was a suspect. Just arrested 'em, in fact.
Phoenix:
(Just arrested! That was quick...)
Gant:
But... there's still a lot of unanswered questions. Maybe you could help, Wright!
Phoenix:
I suppose I could help... if you help me by giving me data on your case?
Gant:
Oooh, good one! This kid's sharp! Okay, here's the deal. I'll tell you one thing and one thing only...
| Where the victim was found
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Leads to:
"So, tell me... where was the victim found?"
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| How the victim was killed
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Phoenix:
Well, how was the detective killed?
Gant:
How was he killed? Now that's the interesting part! It was what we in the force call a "stabbing." With a knife!
Phoenix:
A kn-knife...?
Edgeworth:
That's exactly the same as Detective Goodman!
Gant:
That's the spirit! We're cooking now! But you know... That's not the only thing that was exactly the same...
Phoenix:
Wh-what do you mean!?
Gant:
There were more similarities between the two cases than the cause of death!
Phoenix:
(It seems like I'm going to have to press this a bit harder...)
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Phoenix:
So... when did the murder at the Police Department occur?
Gant:
Now that's a sharp question, Wrighto! Very sharp! Well, my boy... You're gonna love this!
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Phoenix:
So, tell me... where was the victim found?
Gant:
... Well, I can't speak on where the corpse was found. But I can say the crime took place in the evidence room at the Police Department.
Phoenix:
(The evidence room!?)
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Gant:
You wouldn't know about the evidence room, would you, Wrighto?
Phoenix:
I can't say I've heard of it. (I guess I should ask again once I learn a bit more about this "evidence room.")
Gant:
There's something stranger about this than the place where the body was found!
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Phoenix:
(W-wait a second... I have heard of that!)
Ema:
The evidence room... Didn't he mention that in his testimony just now?
Gant:
This knife was evidence in a case. It was stolen from the Department's evidence room.
Phoenix:
(There's the connection between the two cases!)
Ema:
You seem happy, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Happy? We just got handed our ticket to go to town on this case! (With the link between the two cases established, we finally have some leverage. Now we can get Gant to testify about the details!)
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Gant:
The time of the crime? 5:15. Scary coincidence, eh?
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Five... 5:15...!? B-but that's... That's when Detective Goodman was killed in the Prosecutor's Office!
Judge:
What!?
Gant:
Funny, isn't it? A murder at the Prosecutor's place, and a murder at our place at the very same time! What are the chances!
Phoenix:
(Coincidence!?)
Ema:
This is just my gut feeling... but I'd say there's a 0.001% chance of that happening!
Phoenix:
Chief Gant, please tell us more about the incident!
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Gant:
It's not officially linked to this here case, so I can't talk much about it.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How can you say there's no connection!?
Gant:
How? Because I'm the Chief of Police! I can't just say anything I please, Wrighto. You understand!
Judge:
Try to understand, Wrighto.
Gant:
Well, if you can prove there is a connection, more power to you. Maybe there is something that ties the two murders together?
Phoenix:
(Whatever it is, I'd better find it and get to the bottom of this!)
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Chief... The defense's position is simply this: The connection between these two cases has already been proven!
Gant:
Heh, you don't say? Well, out with it Wrighto! What's your connection?
Judge:
Yes, out with it, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
The connection is a place, mentioned in the testimony we just heard. The knife found in the lot was stolen... from the Police Department's evidence room.
Edgeworth:
Not to mention the victim had written down the numbers on the knife's evidence tag.
Phoenix:
And we also know that the detective murdered at the Police Department... was killed in that very same evidence room!
Judge:
Indeed... There do seem to be too many connections for it to be a coincidence.
Gant:
You two make a good pair. It took my men two days to find out what you deduced right here.
Edgeworth:
Chief! I request that you release your information on the victim at the Police Department!
Gant:
See, that's the tricky part. It hasn't been announced yet, and all...
Phoenix:
Can we get the information... unofficially?
Gant:
Hmmmmm... Sure! Why not? It's unofficial, after all.
Phoenix:
(What? Really!?)
Ema:
Who would have guessed?
Change statement:
"It's not officially linked to this here case, so I can't talk much about it." to "I'll cooperate, but I can't reveal the name of the victim at the Department, okay?"
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Gant:
I'll cooperate, but I can't reveal the name of the victim at the Department, okay?
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
If you're going to tell us a little, why not tell us everything?
Gant:
Ah, well, case information is sticky stuff. You have to do everything properly.
Phoenix:
(Oh well... I guess I might as well try to get what I can out of him...)
| The victim's division
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Phoenix:
Okay, well... What division was the victim stationed in?
Gant:
Oh? You want to know that, do you? Do you? Ah hah... Criminal Affairs, Division 1. The detectives responsible for homicide cases.
Phoenix:
(Homicide... that would be the same division as Detective Gumshoe!)
Ema:
Detective Goodman who was killed in the underground parking lot was homicide, too!
Phoenix:
It's almost like a serial killer was after homicide detectives...
Ema:
Except that the serial killing happened simultaneously, scientifically speaking.
Phoenix:
Well, I sure hope Detective Gumshoe isn't next on the list...
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Leads to:
"Okay... How about you tell me the victim's ID number?"
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Phoenix:
Okay... how about the gender of the victim!
Gant:
You want to know that!? Um... Hmm... Okay, a hint. Let's see... first hint! The gender that's NOT female...!
Phoenix:
Ah hah! He was a guy!
Gant:
What did I tell you! The boy's sharp!
Judge:
Stop goofing around, Mr. Wright! This is serious business!
Phoenix:
S-sorry, Your Honor. (Hey, tell that to the Chief of Police!)
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Phoenix:
Okay... How about you tell me the victim's ID number?
Gant:
Hmm? Sure, why not. It's not like you'll be able to tell who it is from that!
Phoenix:
Of course not. You won't tell me their name, after all.
Gant:
We keep a tight lid on ID numbers, so don't go getting your hopes up. The number is... 5842189.
Judge:
Well! That's quite... long!
Gant:
And we have to remember these! It drives me nuts!
Judge:
8... 2... I can't do it.
Phoenix:
(You didn't even get the first number right!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Does this tell you anything?
Phoenix:
(The ID number of the victim at the Police Department... 5842189...)
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Leads to:
"Actually, it does, Your Honor."
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Phoenix:
Absolutely nothing, Your Honor.
Judge:
Ah... well, yes.
Phoenix:
First of all, it was too long! I've forgotten it already!
Judge:
S-sorry! I mean, why are you getting mad at me!? I didn't come up with those numbers...
Ema:
Hmm... 5842189...
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Phoenix:
Actually, it does, Your Honor. It does...! I think!
Judge:
Meaning?
Phoenix:
(It has to be what I think it is... But what does this mean?)
Judge:
Well, let's hear what the defense has to say. You say the ID number of the detective who was murdered at the Police Department... tells you something? What does it tell you!?
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Witness!"
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The ID number tells me... this!
Gant:
My dear boy, you shouldn't believe everything ID numbers tell you.
Phoenix:
Well... Maybe I misheard. You know?
Judge:
Mr. Wright.... The court respectfully requests that you clean out your ears and pay attention!
Phoenix:
(And I'd like to request some straightforward information for once!)
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Don't listen to them! Look at the Court Record, scientifically!
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Phoenix:
(Two detectives were killed at 5:15... One at the Prosecutor's Office... And one at the Police Department... that can't be a coincidence!)
Ema:
And that knife! What was it doing there...?
Phoenix:
(I'd better check this knife out...)
Phoenix:
Witness! ...
Gant:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
... What is it, Mr. Wright!? You're grinning like a schoolgirl on prom night!
Phoenix:
No, I... it's just, I got confused...
Edgeworth:
And this is news?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Edgeworth:
Just come out with both guns blazing... like you always do.
Phoenix:
(The Police Department... the Prosecutor's Office... Two places, two detectives murdered... at one time.) Actually, I happen to have a police ID number here.
Judge:
Oh hoh! Is it yours?
Phoenix:
N-no, Your Honor. I'm a defense attorney... remember? This is the ID number of our victim, Detective Goodman.
Gant:
Shame on you, Wrighto! Personnel IDs are top secret!
Phoenix:
Detective Goodman's ID number is... "5842189."
Gant:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
... And...? This means... what, exactly?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
Wait... That ID number we heard from the Chief earlier.. That started with "82..." Hmm. I've forgotten.
Phoenix:
(You even got the first number wrong!) The number the Chief of Police gave us was... 5842189.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
W-wait a second, Wright! What does this...?
Phoenix:
Mean? That's what I want to know! The two ID numbers are identical! In other words... The detective killed in the Police Department's evidence room was Bruce Goodman!
Phoenix:
What does our witness think about that!?
Gant:
... Oh! Ho ho ho, sharp as a tack, Wrighto! Sharp as a tack!
Judge:
B-but wait! Detective Goodman is OUR victim! He was killed at 5:15 in the underground parking lot!
Phoenix:
Yet, a Detective Bruce Goodman was also killed at the Police Department... In the evidence room... at the exact same time!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Th-that's impossible! So, what we're saying is... The same person was killed at the same time!? And in a completely different location!?
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Chief! What does this mean!?
Edgeworth:
No... what I want to know is... why didn't I hear about this!? Yes, it's top-secret, fine! But I'm the prosecutor in charge of the case!!!
Gant:
Now, just wait a second, Worthy. No need to get all flustered.
Edgeworth:
Your Honor! The Police Department has made a grave error in this case...
Gant:
Wait. I said "wait." Or didn't you hear me?
Edgeworth:
...!
Gant:
The oversight... the grave error...? Mr. Edgeworth... They're yours.
Edgeworth:
Wh-what!? How... how dare...
Gant:
We informed you yesterday. I believe it was our Officer Meekins who brought you the news?
Edgeworth:
O-officer... Meekins?
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Where have we heard that name before? Wait... Ah hah!
Officer:
Erm...! Excuse me! But is Mr. Edgeworth, uh... anywhere on the premises? I'm here, sir, at the request of the chief, sir! I've got your report, sir!
Edgeworth:
You don't mean... him!?
Gant:
According to Meekins, you didn't accept the report?
Gant:
Hard to believe.
Edgeworth:
B-but your officer, he told me! He said that report had nothing to do with the Lana Skye incident!
Gant:
[Detective Bruce Goodman murdered in the Police Department evidence room...] Mr. Edgeworth. The victim's name is written right on the top of the report.
Edgeworth:
Gaaaaaaah! Wh-why didn't your officer tell me!?
Ema:
Honestly, I'm not sure if that officer was capable of making the connection... He did seem... challenged.
Gant:
In any case, this is a serious error, a gross negligence of duty on your part, Worthy.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
B-But, sir!!! You could have submitted that report this morning to the court, as evidence! Then, I...
Gant:
No such luck this time, Worthy... or should I say, un-Worthy?
Edgeworth:
What!?
Gant:
Now what was the second rule of evidence law, hmm?
Ema:
Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, well, it's, uh...
Edgeworth:
Rule 2: New evidence may only be submitted if it concerns the case on trial. And how is this relevant!?
Gant:
Normally, you submit a list of evidence to be used in court before the trial. This report wasn't on that list...
Judge:
So... What does this mean?
Gant:
I couldn't submit this evidence until a connection was proven in court.
Edgeworth:
...!!
Gant:
That connection was just proven by Wrighto over here. Good job, Wrighto, my boy!
Phoenix:
Huh? Uh... I... I was just doing my job.
Edgeworth:
No... Noooooooooooooo!!!
Judge:
It seems... we have come to the end of this trial.
Gant:
You are becoming a thorn in my side, Worthy... There've been rumors... After all, you were in the defendant's chair just last year...!
Edgeworth:
...! I apologize for this terrible lack of due diligence on my part...
Judge:
M-Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
Please... Just give me one day. I'll get to the bottom of what happened... If it's the last thing I do!
Gant:
You'd better get results this time. Really.
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!
Ema:
Poor Mr. Edgeworth...
Judge:
I don't think there's ever been an error this serious in the history of this court. We will grant one further day as the prosecution has requested. Will this be sufficient, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor. Thank you.
Judge:
Whatever your punishment for this is, for your sake I hope it's not... decisive. Very well! Court is adjourned!
To be continued.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...? It does? I don't see anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Objection overruled. Try to think before you make accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops! That didn't go so well.)
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure I follow?
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very convinced, Mr. Wright. Objection overruled.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals the contradiction in that statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are that evidence and the statement just now related...?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all. Mr. Wright, please think the facts over before making accusations.
Phoenix:
(I don't think that won me any points with the judge...)
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
... I'm sorry, but I can see nothing faulty. Unfortunately, I will have to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. I must be on the wrong track?)
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Judge:
That's enough! This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial. The defense has failed to give the court sufficient reason to doubt the prosecution's claim! This court find the defendant, Ms. Lana Skye...
Guilty
Judge:
The accused will surrender to the court immediately, to be held pending trial at a higher court within a month from today's date. That is all. The court is adjourned!
Game over
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Phoenix:
No clues here.
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