Rise from the Ashes - Transcript - Part 1

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.

Phoenix:
Mia's plant, "Charley." I've been taking care of him in Maya's absence.

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.

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.

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.

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...)

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?)

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.)

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.

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...

Leads to:
February 22
Detention Center
Visitor's Room

Phoenix:
Smile for the camera...

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.

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...)

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.)

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...?)

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...)

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.

Leads to:
February 22
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot

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.)

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?

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?

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...)

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!

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...)

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!

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!

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...)

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!)

???:
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!

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!

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.)

Leads to:
February 22
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202

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?)

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.

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...)

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...)

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...)

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...

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.

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...

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...)

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?)

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.)

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?)

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.)

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...)

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.)

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?)

Leads to:
February 22
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202

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.)

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.

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!?

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.

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?)

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.

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.

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.)

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...

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...)

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!

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.

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.

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...)

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?

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.)

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...)

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.

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...)

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.)

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.)

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.)

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...)

Leads to:
February 22
Police Department
Entrance

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...)

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.

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.

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...)

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.

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.

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?

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.

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!

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...)

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!

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...?)

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?

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.)

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...)

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...)

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. 

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.

Leads to:
February 22
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot

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.)

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?

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.)

Leads to:
"Would you mind reading this for me?"

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.

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?

Phoenix:
(Right! Let's check it out.)

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:

Cellular:
...

Phoenix:
Hey! That song! I know that!

Marshall:
Hey! What's going on over there?

Cellular:

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.

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...

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.

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.)

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.

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...)

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.

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.

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!?)

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?)

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?)

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!)

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!

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.

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!)

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...?)

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.

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)

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?

Leads to:
"Wait! That contradicts what the witness said in her testimony!"

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...)

Leads to:
"Wait! That contradicts what the witness said in her testimony!"

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...)

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.

Leads to:
"I'd like to see this on the floor plans, just to be safe."

Leads to:
"By phone... do you mean this cell phone, discovered at the crime scene?"

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.

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...

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...)

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.

Leads to:
"If I'm not imagining things..."

Phoenix:

Leads to:
"I wonder if you noticed... there's blood on the bottom of this shoe!"

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?

Phoenix:

Leads to:
"The problem lies... in the footprint."

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?

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.

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.)

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.

Leads to:
"So, tell me... where was the victim found?"

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...)

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!

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!

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!)

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...

Leads to:
"Okay... How about you tell me the victim's ID number?"

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!)

Leads to:
"Actually, it does, Your Honor."

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...

Phoenix:

Leads to:
"Witness!"

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!