February 23, 2:15 PM
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Ema:
Uh... um, Mr. Wright! So... What's going on with the case, anyway!? I... I'm a little confused.
Phoenix:
Huh!? W-well, um... let's see. (What is going on?) The victim, Detective Bruce Goodman, was stabbed to death after 5:00 PM on the 21st. He died in the Prosecutor's parking lot... and the Police Department's evidence room.
Ema:
What's this "and the evidence room" part!? The Prosecutor's Office and the Police Department are 30 minutes apart by car.
Phoenix:
... Well... that's what we're going to find out. (Or try to, at least...)
Ema:
... Alright! Let's do it!
Phoenix:
(Glad she's in good spirits, but I'm not sure she's going to be much help with this...)
Ema:
Don't be so sure, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
Would you mind coming with me? I'll prove that these thick- rimmed glasses of mine aren't just for show! Let's go! Science awaits us!
February 23
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot
Ema:
You know, I really don't think we should worry about the Police Department murder! There wasn't even a body found there! Who cares?
Phoenix:
(Of course it was our victim who was killed at the Department...)
Ema:
And my sister would never do such a thing! I know it...
Edgeworth:
That oil drum... Was it empty?
Angel:
The oil drum kicked over by the Chief Prosecutor... was brimming with water!
Ema:
My sister, erasing evidence at the crime scene? Never!
Phoenix:
(Even though she says they don't get along, Ema really likes her sister...)
Ema:
That's not it at all! It's just... We're both professionals at what we do... and I trust her!
Phoenix:
(Big words for a high school student.) Well, whether there was blood stains or not... The water in that oil drum washed it all away.
Ema:
He he heh. Ignore the strength of my science at your own peril, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Huh? What's that grin for?
Ema:
This situation calls for one thing, and that is... Luminol testing fluid!
Phoenix:
L-luminol?
Ema:
Blood is sticky stuff, you know. You can't just wash it away with a little water. Even if you can't see it, it's still there...
Phoenix:
But wouldn't the police have already done those tests?
Ema:
Never trust anyone's eyes but your own, Mr. Wright! Just give it a try!
Phoenix:
M-me? Why do I have to do it!?
Ema:
I'm a minor! I can't even drink yet!
Phoenix:
(We're testing blood stains with this stuff, not drinking it...)
Ema:
Here, look, I'll lend you these glasses.
Phoenix:
Huh? You had an extra pair of those things?
Ema:
To test for a blood reaction, just spray the luminol on it. Like this, see? Touch the screen to spray it on. Okay! Let's find us some bloodstains!
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"(I can see her eyes shining behind those glasses...)"
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Phoenix:
(I can see her eyes shining behind those glasses...) So, is this a bloodstain?
Ema:
Uhhhh... It's so... ugh!
Phoenix:
Ema, you're shaking.
Ema:
It's just... this is my first time seeing real blood!
Phoenix:
(Scientific investigation in action...)
Ema:
O-okay, well, we definitely know that this is a bloodstain. But, doesn't something strike you as odd? Scientifically speaking, of course?
Phoenix:
(What's odd about this... scientifically?)
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| The amount of blood
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Phoenix:
The perpetrator and Detective Goodman fought here, right? Don't you think there'd be a little more blood?
Leads to:
"I definitely think so!"
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Ema:
I definitely think so! I mean... Look at all the blood on the sole of the victim's shoe!
Phoenix:
(It's strange! If they fought here, there'd have to be more bloodstains than this.)
Ema:
Uh, h-hey, Mr. Wright! See how I'm marking up the floor plans when we find a blood stain? See... I'm pretty handy to have around, right?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah. That's very... useful information to have.
Ema:
I saved up my allowance to buy this!
Phoenix:
Luminol Testing Fluid information received from Ema.
Ema:
We can't be sure that the police will reveal all their evidence in court. Sometimes they fail to mention evidence that doesn't fit with their view of the case.
Phoenix:
And we'll drag that "hidden evidence" out into the light of day!
Ema:
Yeah! It feels like we're really investigating a crime now, doesn't it?
Phoenix:
(This luminol stuff is going to come in handy.)
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Hah!
Angel:
I wonder how that fluid of yours would react to a nice Deli Box?
Ema:
Ms. Starr!
Angel:
You only trust your own eyes, hm? Not bad, you two... This day-old Deli Box is on the house...
Phoenix:
Sorry, it's just, that kind of lead in doesn't really get my mouth watering.
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| Security room
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Ema:
So that's where Ms. Starr saw the incident from.
Phoenix:
You can probably see quite a lot from up there. (Hmm... That probably means she wasn't lying when she saw Ms. Skye stab him...) Where's the security guard, anyway?
Ema:
Well, this is just something I heard... But apparently he went out to buy coffee for Ms. Starr.
Phoenix:
(That woman is a force to be reckoned with...)
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Ema:
So, this is the famous divider.
Phoenix:
It sure helped us knock a hole in that testimony today. Come to think of it, this divider helped our case more than the actual witness.
Ema:
The great divider! A chip off the old parking block!
Phoenix:
It's just a wall. (Scientifically speaking...)
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| Oil drum
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Phoenix:
So, this is the famous oil drum.
Ema:
Well, no time like the present! I'll try to kick it over myself! Hii-yah! ......
Phoenix:
Th-that's okay. Don't cry. (That Lana Skye must be a powerful woman...)
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| Car
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Ema:
That's about as red as a sports car can get.
Phoenix:
Yup, it's pretty red alright. (The body was found in Edgeworth's car trunk... And the lock on the trunk was broken too... So, the question is why did Ms. Skye chose his car?)
Ema:
So, what model car is it?
Phoenix:
... I think it was called a "Sedan" or a "Coupe." Something like that.
Ema:
Those are car types, Mr. Wright. Not models. You're a guy, aren't you, Mr. Wright? Your supposed to know these things!
Phoenix:
(Maybe it is about time I got my driver's license...)
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Ema:
That's where we found that note.
Phoenix:
"2/21 SL-9"... The SL-9 Incident.
Ema:
A case that was due for transferal the day of the murder.
Phoenix:
(And the detective in charge of the case was the victim.)
Ema:
I wonder what kind of case this SL-9 Incident thing was?
Phoenix:
It's kind of hard to guess just knowing the case number.
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Phoenix:
"B Block" is through there. That's where visitors park.
Ema:
So... Ms. Starr climbed over this fence!?
Phoenix:
I-it seems so, yeah. (That fence is 9 feet high at least!)
Ema:
Well no time like the present! I think I'll give it a little try! Eeeek! ......
Phoenix:
I-it's okay, don't cry. (Maybe there's a Lunchland Olympics team?)
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| Present
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| Attorney's Badge
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Angel:
That looks like a petrified piece of provolone.
Phoenix:
Huh? I-it's not! It's my attorney's badge!
Angel:
... I'd think a petrified piece of provolone would fetch more on the open market.
Phoenix:
Look, my badge isn't up for sale. Not yet, at least.
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| Goodman's ID
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Angel:
I had one of those up until two years ago...
Ema:
Back when you were the Cough-up Queen, right?
Phoenix:
We found this ID card here in this parking lot...
Angel:
Well, there's no mistaking that. It's definitely Goodman's.
Phoenix:
But... It's the same ID as the man who was killed at the Police Department.
Angel:
... That's impossible.
Phoenix:
(I wish I could be so sure...)
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| Edgeworth's Knife
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Phoenix:
A body with Edgeworth's knife stuck in it was found in Edgeworth's car.
Angel:
I'd think he owes me his gratitude.
Phoenix:
Gratitude?
Angel:
Why, if I hadn't witnessed the crime...
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth would have been the suspect!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I wonder.)
Angel:
Still, it's strange. Why didn't our Chief Prosecutor have her own murder weapon ready?
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Ema:
Um... What do you think about this?
Angel:
"SL-9 Incident"... On that knife... And on that note... Goodman... Goodman was the head detective on that case, you know.
Ema:
Really?
Angel:
That knife was evidence from that case... the murder weapon. It was due for transferal the very day that Goodman was killed. As I suspected... SL-9 isn't over! Not yet!
Phoenix:
Do you think you could tell us more about the SL-9 Incident?
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| Lana's Cell Phone
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Angel:
It was when I grabbed the Chief Prosecutor on the shoulder... She dropped that phone on the pavement.
Phoenix:
That's when you heard her talking about the "muffler," right?
Angel:
Little did I know... it was a trap! The red car's muffler, and the prosecutor's red muffler!
Phoenix:
(What was Ms. Skye really trying to say, I wonder?)
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| Crime Photo
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Angel:
If you think about it, I could have taken that picture from the guard room. But... even I get flustered sometimes.
Phoenix:
So, you went straight to the scene of the crime?
Angel:
And climbed the chain link fence in an effort to stop the murder? That's when I took this photo, yes.
Ema:
In other words... five minutes after the crime?
Angel:
Those five minutes are the whole problem... The hole in my testimony, as it were.
Ema:
The five minutes weren't the problem, Ms. Starr, you lying was the problem!
Angel:
Listen, little girl. I've had my testimony "disregarded" before... And I wasn't going to have it disregarded again! Just like that time...
Phoenix:
(That time...?)
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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 it.)
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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| Bottom of Luminol Testing Fluid
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Phoenix:
(Someone used a marker to write their name on this.) "Ema Skye" Don't tell me you bring this with you everywhere you go.
Ema:
Well, you never know where something might go down!
Phoenix:
(Just what kind of a world do you think we live in...?)
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| Phone
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Phoenix:
This blood must be from when Lana...
Ema:
No! My sister isn't the murderer!
Phoenix:
But she did call you, didn't she? At the time of the crime?
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
And her right hand is bandaged.
Ema:
Hey! Just whose side are you on!?
Phoenix:
This has nothing to do with "taking sides." (So... This means that Lana's hand had blood on it. This just keeps getting worse...)
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| Detention Center
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Leads to:
February 23
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
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| High Prosecutor's Office
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Leads to:
February 23
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
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Leads to:
February 23
Police Department
Entrance
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Wright & Co. Law Offices
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| Bookshelf
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Phoenix:
Difficult-looking legal books stand in a formidable row. They mock me.
Ema:
Oh, I tried studying one of those just now. Remember what they were talking about in the trial today...?
Phoenix:
Oh, right, evidence law. So, did you learn anything?
Ema:
Well, when I tried reading it made my head hurt.
Phoenix:
Oh...
Ema:
Then, when I closed it, it slipped out of my hand and fell on my foot.
Phoenix:
(Oddly enough I find myself identifying with her on this one...)
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Phoenix:
Mia's plant, "Charley." I've been taking care of him in Maya's absence. Huh? He looks a little yellow today...
Ema:
Oh, I watered him just now. I mixed in a lot, too.
Phoenix:
Mixed in... what?
Ema:
Why my very own scientific additive! Well, Charley? You like it?
Phoenix:
I told you, he's turning yellow!
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Phoenix:
Mia's desk. I sit here even less now that I've stopped taking cases.
Ema:
Uh oh! I have a history test coming up next week! I'd better study! I'm borrowing this desk, okay? Let's see... George Washington was the first king of America...
Phoenix:
(Sorry, Mia...)
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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. Egad! The bellboy was staring right at me.
Ema:
He looks wimpy, but you can tell, there's a sharp edge under that facade. That bellboy is going to be someone someday.
Phoenix:
(Wish someone would say that about me...)
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| What to do
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Phoenix:
Well... where should we begin?
Ema:
Oh, well, isn't it obvious? We should begin with that, y'know... that thing.
Phoenix:
The mystery of the victim I guess. How could one man, Detective Goodman... be killed in two places simultaneously?
Ema:
Oh, well, you see...
Phoenix:
We should go to the Police Department... the evidence room was it?
Ema:
Uh... I'm not being very useful here, am I...
Phoenix:
(No, no! You're being very... helpful.)
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Ema:
Poor Mr. Edgeworth...
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:
...!
Ema:
There was that business with him not reading that officer's report...
Phoenix:
Ah, about the killing at the Police Department, right. (The Chief of Police was right about that... But I can't help but think... Someone at the Police Department doesn't like Edgeworth...)
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Ema:
That number was the clincher, wasn't it!
Phoenix:
5842189... It's in the record.
Ema:
The ID number of the detective killed at the Police Department that day at 5:15. But... we found this card in the parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix:
... (Something to think about later when I'm not so busy.)
Ema:
Don't leave me here to do all the thinking alone!
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Ema:
I bet you'd be pretty happy with a "King of Attorneys" shield, too, huh?
Phoenix:
We defense attorneys are a scattered, unrecognized bunch.
Ema:
Still... I wonder why the trophy shield is broken?
Phoenix:
It is pretty odd, huh? (I doubt it has anything to do with this case though...)
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Ema:
So... Mr. Edgeworth's knife was the murder weapon.
Phoenix:
Right... or so the witness, Ms. Starr, claims. She saw your sister stab Mr. Goodman with this knife.
Ema:
Ugh... You know, all of this is that Angel Starr's fault!
Phoenix:
She's not the one on trial here.
Ema:
Well, no, but she must have seen it wrong!
Phoenix:
Her eyesight isn't on trial here, either.
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Phoenix:
According to Ms. Starr's testimony... Ms. Skye used her phone right after the murder... she called you, right?
Ema:
B-but...! She hung up right away. And it was a bad connection. I couldn't hear anything.
Phoenix:
(Because it was an underground parking lot, I suppose...)
Ema:
She did say something about a "muffler"... but got cut off...
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Ema:
Th-this photograph... Ms. Starr must have been seeing things!
Phoenix:
And photographing things? (This proves Ms. Skye was there at the scene of the crime! She is connected to this crime somehow... but how?)
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Phoenix:
Why would this have been in the car's exhaust pipe?
Ema:
It's evidence from an old case, right?
Phoenix:
Right... the SL-9 incident. It was already solved, apparently. (This knife was stolen on the day of the evidence transferal... Maybe I should look into this "S-L9 ([sic]) Incident"...)
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Ema:
This stuff is pretty expensive.
Phoenix:
You don't say. How much does it cost?
Ema:
I'd say about $10 per gram! I save up my allowance to buy it.
Phoenix:
Your allowance...? Does your sister give you that?
Ema:
Yes. We don't have parents...
Phoenix:
R-right...
Ema:
Sometimes she even gives me a bottle instead of my allowance!
Phoenix:
A bottle of luminol testing fluid...? (Man, I'd just take the allowance myself...)
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February 23
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Phoenix:
Looks like Ms. Skye is in questioning...
Ema:
I hope the detectives aren't yelling at her... "How did you kill him in two places at the same time!" Can you imagine?
Phoenix:
How's she supposed to answer that! (Wait a second... The Chief said they'd caught the criminal at the Police Department!)
Ema:
Let's come back later!
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| Security guard
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Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. One murder at the Prosecutor's Office... one at the Police Department... He must be frozen with fear thinking that he might be next...
Ema:
Don't scare the poor guy!
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February 23
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
Ema:
Well, this place is certainly tidy today.
Phoenix:
And it will be tidy tomorrow, too. Incidentally, he's not here.
Ema:
I'm sure he's off doing important investigations!
Phoenix:
I hope that's what he's doing.
Ema:
...?
Phoenix:
(I guess we'll have to come back.)
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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 speed at the time of impact would be... ... Got it! Approximately 70.71 miles per hour!
Phoenix:
(That's handy to know...)
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| Trophy
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Ema:
He won such a prestigious award. Why would he just leave it on the couch?
Phoenix:
Better this than that giant Steel Samurai. (Edgeworth has always been like that.)
Ema:
Really? Hey, I should write this down. Tell me what he was like as a kid!
Phoenix:
Back in elementary school, he won awards for all kinds of things. Speech contests, essays, playing the flute, golf tournaments...
Ema:
That doesn't exactly sound like typical elementary school stuff.
Phoenix:
But he always hated receiving awards. He'd make some smart remark like,
Edgeworth:
"I know the path I've walked. No one else needs to tell me."
Phoenix:
That's how he's always been.
Ema:
Kind of gets under your skin, doesn't it?
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Ema:
What? It looks like some blood has dripped down here!
Phoenix:
Judging by the amount, my guess is it's from a nosebleed.
Ema:
A nosebleed, hm? Maybe in his wrath, Mr. Edgeworth slapped someone for their incompetence.
Phoenix:
(Why does Detective Gumshoe's face come to mind...?)
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February 23
Police Department
Entrance
Phoenix:
It's even busier here today than it was yesterday.
Ema:
The detectives are running around so fast they're blurring.
Phoenix:
(I suppose it makes sense--a detective did get killed in their own department.)
Ema:
So... the evidence room. The scene of the crime! According to the pamphlet we got at the front desk... Here it is!
Phoenix:
(She's like a kid at an amusement park.)
Ema:
Ooh, a real crime scene! Let's go take a look!
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Ema:
The Blue Badger is still writhing around today.
Phoenix:
Let's give him the benefit of the doubt and say he's dancing. (Speaking of "dancing"... The whole Police Department has been dancing around like crazy since yesterday...)
Ema:
Can I take out his batteries? I just can't help but feel he's going to do something naughty!
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Phoenix:
Look, that patrolman is saluting the other guy. He must be a detective!
Police:
You idiot! What were you thinking!? Where's your head?
Patrolman:
S-sir, it's r-right here sir.
Ema:
... I guess he wasn't saluting, he was showing the detective where his head was.
Phoenix:
They make a good pair.
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February 23
Evidence Room Entrance
Guard Station
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February 23
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
Phoenix:
Wow, everyone looks deadly serious here...
Ema:
Well, there was a vicious murder of a detective in this department, after all.
Phoenix:
Yes, but the same detective was also killed at the same time in the Prosecutor's lot.
Ema:
Ugh... It makes my head hurt.
Phoenix:
Well, first things first. I want to check out the crime scene here.
Ema:
Yes, you sound "dead"-set on investigating! But don't mess up, or we could wind up... dead!
Phoenix:
I doubt anyone wants more mysteries or dead bodies around here right now. (But... it doesn't look like anyone's going to help us much, either.)
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Phoenix:
A poster of a female police officer... Wait, no. That's the latest "Babes in Uniform" calendar. My bad.
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| Detective
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Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"I know! The killer used dry ice! If you put it between the latch and the door, the room could be sealed shut!" This is good! I'll win a writer's award for sure.
Phoenix:
... He's not writing a report... he's writing a novel.
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Phoenix:
These are the detectives' desks. There are computers and files on each one. Funny, they're a lot tidier than I'd expect. I guess the detectives don't spend a lot of time at their desks.
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Phoenix:
So this is the police mascot, is it?
Chief:
The Blue Badger! The future star of the police force!
Ema:
The design's a little changed from the one outside...
Chief:
Ah, well, the Dancing Blue Badger(tm) is still under development, you see.
Ema:
You have it trademarked?
Chief:
Absolutely! It's cutting edge stuff. Very "now." I showed this doll here to my daughter and she burst into tears!
Phoenix:
(Don't show her the moving mock-up outside then, you'll give her nightmares.)
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Phoenix:
That must be the Head Detective. He's glued to his computer screen.
Chief:
Wha...!? "Detective killed in the evidence room"! "Tell no one outside the Police Department"!? Nooo! I told the old lady at the restaurant everything!
Phoenix:
(Someone's getting a demotion...)
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February 23
Evidence Room Entrance
Guard Station
Phoenix:
What's with the decor in this place? It's very... eccentric.
Ema:
According to the pamphlet, this is the guard station for the evidence room.
Phoenix:
So, beyond that door is the evidence room... the scene of the crime?
Ema:
It sure seems that way... Oh. Ohhh...
Phoenix:
What's wrong?
Ema:
It's those cacti! They're so prickly... so imposing! It's hard to think straight.
Phoenix:
(If you can't handle the cacti, stay out of the desert...) What I want to know is, if this is a guard station, where is the guard?
Ema:
I have a feeling I know who this guard is already...
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Ema:
There's a security guard uniform hanging there.
Phoenix:
It looks more like a costume than a uniform, honestly.
Ema:
A leather jacket, leather pants, a leather... What was that called again? A punchy? A paunchy? A pinchy? I know! A poochy! Hmm... Wait, maybe that wasn't it.
Phoenix:
(It's a "poncho," but I think I'll keep that information to myself for the time being.)
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Ema:
Yipes, that sure is prickly. It must be the real deal.
Phoenix:
I would think just one big one would be sufficient.
Ema:
This cactus... is a lot like my sister, actually.
Phoenix:
M-Ms. Skye?
Ema:
Encased in a cold, rigid shell, with thorns pointing in every direction... Just like her.
Phoenix:
... You know, I've been looking at this cactus a while now, and I don't see the resemblance.
Ema:
... It's more an attitude thing than a physical similarity.
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Phoenix:
It looks like there's a video feed from the evidence room here.
Ema:
There's a light blinking below the monitor. It says "Recording"! I bet we could use this computer to check on who went in and out of here!
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Ema:
This swinging door makes the place look like some kind of saloon!
Phoenix:
But look, it's nailed shut. You can't get in that way.
Ema:
Of course not! If you went in through here.. The cactus would fall over. Ouch!
Phoenix:
I'd say it'd be more of an "Yeeeeaargh," myself.
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Ema:
Look, on the floor, a lasso!
Phoenix:
Hmm... looks like it's set up to trap something.
Ema:
A trap, here? Wait, I know! Maybe someone was trying to catch a wild bull in here... But the lasso missed!
Phoenix:
You sure have an active imagination.
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Phoenix:
The evidence room is beyond that door.
Ema:
Let's just walk in! ... It won't open.
Phoenix:
You thought it'd be open? (I think we'd need someone's permission to go in there first...)
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Ema:
Wow! We got a reaction!
Phoenix:
Hm. There's clearly blood around the thorns here. This room's pretty messy. Someone must have tripped over something... and planted their head right in these thorns.
Ema:
... I think that might be more painful than being murdered.
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Underground Parking Lot
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| Today's trial
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Angel:
You certainly put me in a tight spot today.
Phoenix:
My apologies, Ms. Starr, but...
Angel:
No, no, it's okay. It was my fault.
Ema:
Oh, we know.
Angel:
I witnessed everything from that security room right there. But... I was afraid that wouldn't wound convincing enough, you see... I was wrong to think that. I'm sorry.
Ema:
Sorry? You lied on the witness stand! That's unforgivable!
Angel:
... Little girl, don't forget what's important here. Even if the place I witnessed the events from was different, I still saw what I saw. I saw Chief Prosecutor Skye stab a man in cold blood, and that testimony still stands!
Ema:
Ah...
Angel:
I swear it on my honor as a detective! She stabbed Goodman!
Ema:
...!
Phoenix:
(I know this photograph has something important to tell us... but what?)
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Ema:
So... you were a detective, weren't you, Ms. Starr?
Angel:
Yes... It was a long time ago. Well, two years ago. No matter how hardened the criminal, when they faced me... They coughed it up.
Phoenix:
Coughed it... up?
Angel:
They confessed. They babbled like babies. You know, I may seem like a demon sometimes... But I can be an angel, too.
Phoenix:
I wouldn't doubt it.
Angel:
Every day, I dragged the dirt out of the mouths of suspect after suspect... And before long, they called me... The Cough-up Queen!
Ema:
Oh, and here I had thought someone had gotten food poisoning from your lunches.
Phoenix:
And... you were "let go"? Er... fired?
Angel:
I felt that I had found my dream job when I became an investigator... And if these prim and proper prosecutors hadn't let me go, I'd still be one today.
Angel:
It's all because of that case... The SL-9 Incident.
Phoenix:
Ess... el..? (Wait! She doesn't mean...!)
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Angel:
That's when I learned the truth. We're nothing to them. Disposable.
Ema:
Disposable?
Angel:
Two years ago... it was the biggest case I'd ever handled. The police and the prosecutors were desperate for decisive evidence.
Ema:
So... they didn't solve it?
Angel:
On the contrary. It was solved quite cleanly. The criminal was caught and executed.
Phoenix:
(E-executed...?)
Angel:
Yes, the criminal got what was coming to him. It doesn't get any cleaner than that. The only problem was... they never did find decisive evidence. Not even a little.
Phoenix:
What!? But the criminal was executed, right?
Angel:
Evidence... of a sort. Made up evidence.
Ema:
Wh-what? You mean they executed someone with fabricated evidence!?
Angel:
... The best part came several months after the trial. Every detective involved with the case was dealt with. Some were demoted to patrolmen, others found themselves out of a job...
Ema:
And... you were one of those?
Angel:
Myself, and one other person you know well.
Phoenix:
(Wait, could it be...?)
Angel:
Exactly. Officer Jake Marshall. He's on security detail in the Police Department, isn't he?
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Angel:
As professional detectives, we investigated that case from every angle. Jake was particularly determined. And then... it was over. And he was demoted. However... He hasn't forgotten. And neither have I!
Phoenix:
You haven't forgotten SL-9?
Angel:
There was another side to that case, a hidden side. That's what we're after now. And no one up in their fancy offices can stop us.
Ema:
Wait! Th-those lunches you sell...
Angel:
There is only one reason I come to sell lunches in this accursed office. I come here to meet old friends... boyfriends that can help me investigate.
Phoenix:
(Ms. Starr's old boyfriends... How many does she have, anyway?)
Leads to:
"(Just when the detectives on this case have disappeared, we find new evidence...)"
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Phoenix:
(Just when the detectives on this case have disappeared, we find new evidence...)
Ema:
There has to be a connection!
Angel:
So, Rookie...
Phoenix:
Wh-what!
Angel:
It seems like you're serious about investigating this case...
Phoenix:
Yes.
Angel:
Then you should take this.
Phoenix:
A... Salisbury Steak Lunch?
Angel:
I know a certain guy who might help you if you tempt him with this treat...
Steak Lunch received from Ms. Starr.
Ema:
Um, Ms. Starr...? Officer Marshall... is he your... uh, are you his...? Are you g-g-g-going out!?
Angel:
Why do you want to know?
Ema:
I was just wondering what happened to him? A long time ago, when he was helping my sister do cases, he was so nice. He got along so well with my sister, it made me jealous. And... he was nice to me too, back then.
Phoenix:
(This would be when Officer Marshall was a detective.)
Ema:
But now... now he's so cold!
Angel:
... Jake and I are merely cooperating on this investigation. We're putting the past to rest, as it were. Nothing more than that.
Ema:
I... I see. Thank you.
Phoenix:
(Officer Jake Marshall... Hmm...)
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Angel:
You'll give that to Jake like I asked, won't you?
Ema:
Um...! Y-you, and Officer M-Marshall, you... uh... A-a-a-a-are y-you... Are you going out!?
Angel:
... Jake and I are cooperating on an investigation, that's all. We're just putting the past to rest.
Ema:
Thank you.
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Ema:
Wow, my mouth is watering! I can almost hear the sound of steak frying on the grill!
Phoenix:
No doubt it's all cold and tough by now.
Ema:
No, I'm sure it's delicious! Ms. Starr poured her heart into making this!
Phoenix:
So long as she didn't put any other organs in there...
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Phoenix:
Let's see... "Ingredients: Meat"
Ema:
She must mean "beef." She probably just wrote it generically.
Phoenix:
Uh... yeah. Let's hope so.
Ema:
Of course, as a scientist I have to check what additives she used.
Phoenix:
Go to town.
Ema:
Huh? It says here... "Hours of sweat and labor."
Phoenix:
So that's why the sauce is so salty...
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(Receiving Steak Lunch and visiting Security Guard Office leads to:)
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Leads to:
February 23
Police Department
Entrance
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February 23
Police Department
Entrance
Phoenix:
(This place is charge with frantic energy, as always.)
???:
Please!!!
Ema:
Huh? Wasn't that...
Gumshoe:
One steak lunch, please! Oh, it's you.
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe:
Now's no time for chit-chat, pal. I'm a busy man! What I really need is a steak lunch from Lunchland.
Ema:
Oh... you mean one of these? Actually, it's not for sale...
Gumshoe:
......
Phoenix:
(I think I just heard the sound of his heart breaking.)
Gumshoe:
Now's no time for despair! We've caught our criminal! Now we just need evidence!
Phoenix:
The criminal... you mean...?
Gumshoe:
You heard about the stabbing in the Police Department evidence room, pal?
Phoenix:
On the same day that a detective was killed in the Prosecutor's parking lot... Another detective... was killed at the Police Department!?
Edgeworth:
And the perpetrator? Do you have a suspect?
Gant:
Well, there was a suspect. Just arrested 'em, in fact.
Gumshoe:
It's the biggest scandal to hit the station in ages! Everything's topsy-turvy.
Phoenix:
But, Detective Gumshoe, who was it?
Gumshoe:
Listen, pal, all I know is I need me a steak lunch, pronto! Standing around here talking isn't going to fill my belly!
Ema:
W-wait! Don't leave!
Gumshoe:
If you want to know more, head on down to the detention center, pal. Questioning should be over, so I figure he's down there having a good cry. Later!
Ema:
He ran off to the evidence room...
Phoenix:
Well, this investigation is off to a running start.
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Phoenix:
Look, that patrolman is saluting the other guy. He must be a detective!
Police:
Answer me! How many fingers do you see!?
Patrolman:
... I-I'm sorry! I don't know!
Police:
Well, that's 20 for the left, but nowhere near that for the right... Get glasses, officer!
Ema:
... That wasn't a salute... it was an eye test!
Phoenix:
They make a good pair.
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Wright & Co. Law Offices
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Leads to:
February 23
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
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February 23
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Ema:
Still, I do feel better about things. A little. I mean, they caught the person who stabbed Detective Goodman, didn't they?
Phoenix:
Uh, yeah, I guess they did. (Best to not go too far down that road right now. Things will just get confusing.)
*WHEEEEEEEEEEEEN*
Ema:
Wh-what was that!?
???:
Sir! That's what I'm saying! Me, a perpetrator? I-I-I'd say I-I-I was the perpetrated against, sir! That's what I'd say! Ah, oh, uh. Hi. Greetings, sir!
Ema:
Wait, I know who you are...
Officer:
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!
Ema:
Officer Meekins! So you're a guard here at the detention center?
Officer:
No, sir! I'm not, sir! I'm a little lost patrolman, like a little lost lamb, sir!
Ema:
Oh, I get it. You're here to deliver a report?
Officer:
No, sir, I, uh, how should I say this...
Phoenix:
(Wait... he isn't... is he?) You... Officer Meekins... You didn't... did you?
Officer:
Err..........
Meekins:
Perpetrator Officer Meekins reporting, sir!!!
Ema:
What...!? Whaaaaaaaaat!?
Phoenix:
(Now this is an unexpected turn of events...)
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Phoenix:
Smile for the camera... Poor Officer Meekins... I think he knows he's being watched.
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Phoenix:
This guard monitors the visitor's room. Seeing a fellow patrolman in here must make him worry about his own fate in life.
Ema:
No comments from the peanut gallery!
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| The day of the crime
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Meekins:
Sir! I'm a patrolman with General Affairs, sir! SIR!
Phoenix:
Ow. I can hear you fine, Officer Meekins.
Meekins:
I had some business that day, sir, and so I went to the evidence room, sir... The guard office in front of the room was empty, sir!
Ema:
So, normally there's a guard at the evidence room?
Meekins:
That's right, sir! Because evidence is kept in the evidence room, sir! Now, the security officer... was none other than Officer Marshall!
Phoenix:
(M-Marshall!?)
Meekins:
Then, sir, I happened to glance at the security room monitor! That's when I saw him, sir! A suspicious person in the evidence room! A suspicious person, sir! A suspicious person! Yowwowowowowowow!!!
Phoenix:
(What the heck is this guy doing?)
Ema:
So what happened then?
Meekins:
After that, sir, I... I... everything went white! I saw red! I blacked out! And... when I came to, I was here. In the detention center.
Phoenix:
(How long were you out!? Days!?)
Ema:
Um, might I ask... what happened to your hand?
Meekins:
Sir! There was no one to bandage me, sir! So I did what I could to wrap it up, sir!
Phoenix:
(A bandage on his hand... just like Ms. Skye.)
Ema:
Yet another similarity between this case and the one at the Prosecutor's Office...
Phoenix:
First things first... tell us how you hurt your hand!
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Phoenix:
Um, I don't mean to pry, but you are the perpetrator, correct? You killed Detective Bruce Goodman in the evidence room... right?
Meekins:
Sir... Please don't look at me with those sad puppy dog eyes, sir! If you have to label me as persecutor or victim, sir... Then label me victim!
Phoenix:
Um, I would, but you happen to be in detention. And alive and well at that.
Meekins:
Ah, yes, well, that's true, sir. I suppose you could say that.
Phoenix:
Did you know the victim, Detective Goodman?
Meekins:
Well, sir, if I had to label him as a "stranger" or a "total stranger"... Then I'd say he leans heavily on the "total stranger" side!
Phoenix:
So... you didn't know him?
Meekins:
Sir! I work in a tiny department, devoid of light or other creature comforts! I don't know any detectives!
Ema:
So, if he was a total stranger, why did you stab him?
Meekins:
Sir! I had n-no intention of killing him, sir! None! N-nor do I have any recollection of k-killing him, sir!
Phoenix:
(At least someone around here is more confused than I am.)
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Phoenix:
Can you tell me what it is you do "remember"?
Meekins:
Well sir, you might say I'm a lost little patrolman. A lost little lamb, if you will! I didn't know Mr. Detective Goodman who was in the evidence room.
Phoenix:
And that's why you thought he looked suspicious...
Meekins:
Sir, I entered the evidence room, and asked the man to display his ID card!
Ema:
Well, that sounds pretty much by the book so far.
Meekins:
Th-that's right, sir! That's what I've been trying to tell you!
Phoenix:
So you asked Detective Goodman to show his ID card. What did he do?
Meekins:
That's the thing! Suddenly he pointed a knife at me!
Ema:
What...!?
Meekins:
Sir, I assure you I was as flustered as you are right now! So I whooped and leapt at him!
Phoenix:
(Detective Goodman pointed a knife at him?)
Meekins:
"Do unto others before they do unto you"! My father's own words, sir!
Ema:
Wh-what happened then?
Meekins:
Well... My eyes, sir... everything went white. When I awoke, I was here.
Phoenix:
(Right...)
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Phoenix:
And your hand... that happened when Detective Goodman was stabbed?
Meekins:
Well! You see, sir, I, er...
Ema:
Don't you think you should just confess?
Meekins:
But, sir! Sir! But! There was nothing I could do!
Phoenix:
"Nothing you could do"...?
Meekins:
Sir, to tell the truth, sir, when it happened... When the detective pointed that knife at me, I just hollered, sir! And the next thing I knew, I was unconscious!
Phoenix:
The next thing you knew you were... huh?
Meekins:
Then, when I opened my eyes... I was alone in the evidence room, sir! All alone! Alone, because... Because Detective Goodman had disappeared!!!
Ema:
What!?
Meekins:
Then when I looked down, I was gushing blood from my hand, sir! Oh, the shock! Oh, the sorrow, sir! Can you imagine how I felt?
Phoenix:
(The victim's body... disappeared...?)
Ema:
Hmm... That's some story.
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Ema:
So, Officer Meekins, why was it that they arrested you?
Phoenix:
What do you mean, Ema?
Ema:
Let's look at what we know. Now, Officer Meekins didn't know Detective Goodman... And the "victim" whom he met at the scene of the crime didn't show his ID card.
Phoenix:
In other words, we have no way of knowing if the victim was really the victim!
Ema:
And if this "body" just "disappeared" from the evidence room... We don't even know if anyone actually died!
Meekins:
That's it, sir! That! That's what I wanted to say! That is... I did say something along those lines.
Ema:
Huh? But you still ended up here...?
Meekins:
They told me that it had to be him, sir. "On that day, at that time..." Detective Goodman was definitely in the evidence room." That's what they said.
Phoenix:
But... you don't remember the events clearly?
Meekins:
No... but the video tape is quite clear.
Ema:
Huh? Video tape...?
Meekins:
From the security camera. The crime, my crime, the crime I swore to stamp out! It's there! It's me! It's on tape!
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
...
Meekins:
...
Ema:
And you wait until now to tell us this!?
Meekins:
I'm sorry, really sorry, sir! I'll hand over my badge! I don't deserve it!
Phoenix:
N-no thanks, I have my own. (Well, guess we'd better go check out the crime scene.)
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Phoenix:
Officer Meekins, have a look at this.
Meekins:
... Go ahead, sir, laugh! Laugh at me, sir!
Phoenix:
Ha ha... huh?
Meekins:
I know what you want to say! You're going to tell me how she has one just like it!
Ema:
M-me? Why would I...?
Meekins:
I know, sir, I know. I'm the only one without a girl with matching badges! Nowhere! I'm alone! All alone! Is that so wrong!? Life isn't all about high school sweethearts and youthful romance, sir!
Phoenix:
(Is he talking about those badges on her coat?)
Ema:
Hmph.
Phoenix:
(I'd like to think there's a difference between my badge and a fashion accessory...)
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Ema:
Um... do you think you could take a look at this?
Meekins:
... Hey! That's it, sir! That's it! That's it!!!
Ema:
That's what!?
Meekins:
My head was a blank until this very moment! But, sir, now I remember! I remember, sir!
Phoenix:
You mean you remember what happened?
Meekins:
Correct! That card, that card was the cause of it all!
Ema:
This... ID card?
Meekins:
Exactly, sir! That's exactly it! Nothing could be more exact, sir! Nothing!
Phoenix:
(I'd better pry into this one a little deeper.)
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Phoenix:
Officer Meekins, this is for you!
Meekins:
Eeeek! I-I'm scared of knives, sir!
Phoenix:
It's okay, I just wanted you to take a look at it.
Meekins:
That's it, sir! Last night, sir! That's the one! I was an apple sir, in my dream, sir, and I was... I was being peeled!
Ema:
On second thought, you don't have to look at the knife.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... He's overreacting to the knife, but I guess he's been through a lot.)
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Meekins:
Hey! Why do you have that? That's...
Phoenix:
From the day... It was taken at the Prosecutor's Office.
Ema:
The day that Detective Goodman's body was found in the trunk...
Meekins:
So this means... This means I'm a free man! Innocent! If this is a dream, sir... Then I hope I never wake up!
Phoenix:
(If this is a dream you'd better wake up right now!)
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Phoenix:
Officer Meekins, could you take a look at this?
Meekins:
I'm sorry, sir, really sorry, but I have no idea what that is. Maybe you should ask Mr. Edgeworth, sir?
Ema:
He's passing the buck, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
It takes a special kind of man to pass the buck to Edgeworth...
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(Clearing "Reason for arrest" "Talk" option leads to:)
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Leads to:
February 23
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
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February 23
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
Ema:
H-hey, Mr. Wright! Look who's standing at the Head Detective's desk!
Phoenix:
(It's Chief Gant!)
Gant:
Are you sure this is all, hmm? You know what it means if there is anything missing!
Chief:
Sir! I'm sure it's most likely totally perfect! We checked the drawers, the lockers, the garbage cans, the coat pockets... the pillowcases, behind the computer monitors, the coffee machine...
Gant:
I see. Well, if anything does turn up, you call me right away, deal?
Chief:
Y-y-y-yessir!!! We'll scour the place again, sir!
Phoenix:
(The Head Detective looks a little flustered...)
Gant:
Ah hah! Wrighto, my boy! How ya been? Swim much?
Phoenix:
Oh ho ho, Chief Gant! Reporting for duty, sir!
Ema:
Why are you saluting him, Mr. Wright!?
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Phoenix:
That must be one of the detectives. He's mumbling something to himself.
Police:
"I know! The killer used a cassette tape! What a crafty trick! That gunshot was a fake!" This is good! No one will expect a cassette tape in this day and age!
Phoenix:
... He's not writing a report... he's writing a novel.
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Chief:
Ooh, sorry you had to see that.
Ema:
Uh... what exactly did the Chief of Police want you to do?
Chief:
Well, see over there? That's Goodman's desk. He wanted me to check it for anything that might be a clue... They took away every last piece of garbage in the trash can.
Ema:
So, nothing belonging to Detective Goodman is still here?
Chief:
Of course not! Well, except for this.
Ema:
What!? You kept something!?
Chief:
Sure, why not? It's not important. He didn't even finish writing it! It's a lost item report but it's only half complete.
Ema:
A lost item? Did Detective Goodman lose something?
Phoenix:
The date on it is February 21. (I'll make a note of that just in case.)
Goodman's Lost Item Report added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I should probably get a quick look around the crime scene...)
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Phoenix:
Um... is Edgeworth going to be okay?
Gant:
Oh, Worthy? Oh, you know, they're doing a little inquiry committee with him.
Ema:
Sounds like an inquisition...!
Gant:
Yep, well, we've had no end of trouble with the boy since last year...
Phoenix:
You mean... the incident on Gourd Lake?
Gant:
It doesn't look good having one of our top people sitting in the defendant's seat. Now, you got someone else found guilty in that case, right, Wrighto?
Phoenix:
(von Karma...)
Gant:
A legend he was, undefeated in his forty year career! But in court you fixed it so he was caught for forging evidence...
Phoenix:
W-wait! I didn't do anything wrong! He did forge evidence.
Gant:
In any case, the Prosecutor's Office is in a bit of turmoil, you might say. Why, they'd do just about anything to restore their reputation. Now, depending on what that inquiry committee decides... It could be bad for Worthy.
Ema:
Wh-what!?
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Gant:
It's downright odd, I tell you. I mean, it happened at exactly the same time!
Phoenix:
(The murder at the Prosecutor's Office...)
Ema:
Scientifically speaking, it's impossible!
Gant:
Yes, but that's what the evidence is saying. "Goodman was stabbed in two locations at the same time!" That's what it says.
Phoenix:
What evidence is this...?
Gant:
Now, now, Wrighto, I can't give away all our secrets just like that! And this in particular, well it's a little sensitive... and I can't talk about it.
Phoenix:
(I wasn't expecting much anyway.)
Gant:
You know, one thing I hate most of all is hiding stuff. Secrets. Can't stand 'em! But you know... It's a full time job just keeping the Head Detective's trap shut!
Ema:
Ah, he was the one you were picking on earlier?
Gant:
Huh? You saw that? Whoops!
Phoenix:
(I wonder what it was that he wanted the Head Detective to do?)
Ema:
Let's see if we can kind of discreetly ask him.
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| Permission granted (appears after Edgeworth and Evident incident, and examining Chief)
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Phoenix:
Actually, I was wondering if I could ask you a favor?
Gant:
Hmm? Well, I never thought the day would come when Wrighto asked me for help!
Phoenix:
I was wondering if we could investigate the evidence room?
Gant:
Now, Wrighto...
Phoenix:
A-actually, I'm sorry, I d-don't need to investigate after all!
Gant:
Wrighto, please, do I look like a selfish man?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Gant:
Heck, if anyone asked me "sir, can I borrow $50?" I'd give them $50, no problem. So, go ahead! Investigate that room to your heart's content! Knock yourself out!
Ema:
It just goes to show, you never know until you ask!
Gant:
And for you, here, you can borrow this.
Ema:
Huh... hey! This is a detective's ID card, isn't it?
Gant:
That's a special card for guests, so don't lose it.
Ema:
Y-yessir! It's an honor!
Gant:
You just run along and do your best, now. Later, folks!
Leads to:
"Heh heh! It looks pretty cool on my lapel, doesn't it? Just think, a real ID!"
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| Present
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| Anything
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Phoenix:
I was wondering, could you have a look at this?
Gant:
Ah, sorry, Wrighto. I'm through with that stuff. Through, I say. Go find that guy who can't seem to sit still out there. The busy one...
Ema:
The guy who can't sit still... does he mean Detective Gumshoe?
Phoenix:
Either him or the Dancing Blue Badger.
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Ema:
Heh heh! It looks pretty cool on my lapel, doesn't it? Just think, a real ID!
Phoenix:
You seem... happy.
Ema:
Yes, sir! Because, sir, we get to go into the evidence room now, sir!
Phoenix:
(I think this place is a bad influence on the girl.)
Security Guard Office
| Examine
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| Door
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Leads to:
"The evidence room is beyond that door."
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Phoenix:
The evidence room is beyond that door.
Ema:
And we have the ID card from Chief Gant! Let's just walk in! ... It won't open.
Phoenix:
Ah hah! The card reader is turned off, see?
Ema:
What is that security guard thinking?
???:
Howdy, pardners. Well, well, what's made my bambina's skies so gray?
Phoenix:
O-Officer Marshall! (Somehow, I knew...)
Marshall:
What's that "somehow I knew" look for? As you may have surmised, this here's my saloon.
Ema:
Um... we're here to investigate the crime scene.
Marshall:
... Yeehaw! That card you got there on your chest. That's better than a sheriff's badge in these parts.
Ema:
Y-yeehaw?
Marshall:
Well, what ya standin' there for? Get along, little dogies. The crime scene's a waiting!
*beep*
Phoenix:
(Looks like the card reader's on again.) While we're here, I was wondering if we could ask you some questions?
Marshall:
Sorry, cowboy, but I got no mind to tangle with you hombres.
Phoenix:
You're... busy, then?
Marshall:
Did I say that? I only said I didn't wish to speak with you.
Phoenix:
(Actually, you said you had "no mind to tangle with us hombres.")
| Examine
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| Ponchos
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Ema:
A leather jacket, leather pants, and a leather...
Marshall:
Those aren't pants, those are chaps. And that's a poncho up there.
Ema:
Ah hah! A poncho! It sure looks cool, but the name is a little silly.
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| Cacti
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Ema:
This cactus sure is prickly. It must be real.
Marshall:
Best keep your distance from Billy there. You're liable to get hurt.
Phoenix:
Billy... The cactus has a name?
Ema:
Billy, you're wearing your cowboy hat on your hand.
Marshall:
Ah, my rawhide cow skin 10-gallon hat! I just picked that up, but Billy took a fancy to it.
Phoenix:
(Looks like it got stuck on the thorns and he couldn't get it off.)
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Ema:
You sure have a lot of monitors in here!
Marshall:
There's eight cameras in the evidence room in all. One for each section.
Ema:
Which monitor shows the section where the crime took place?
Marshall:
Why do cattle sit before the rains come? It's not for man to know.
Ema:
Unless you're the security guard responsible!
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| Swinging door
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Ema:
Look at this swinging door! Just like a wild west saloon!
Marshall:
Ah... Sorry, pardner, but we're closed for the day.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Marshall:
Y'all get along home now!
Ema:
I think Officer Marshall really wanted to be a wild west bartender.
Marshall:
I always wanted to say that.
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| Lasso
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Ema:
Look, on the floor, it's a lasso.
Phoenix:
Hmm... looks like it's set up to trap something.
Marshall:
I just roped me a steer with this here lasso.
Ema:
What!?
Marshall:
It was a' bellowing "moo, pal! moo!"
Phoenix:
(Detective Gumshoe, I presume...)
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| Door
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Phoenix:
The evidence room is beyond that door.
Marshall:
I turned on the card reader. Go have yourself a ball, pardners!
Ema:
And I have the ID card! A real ID card!
Phoenix:
(Let's get this investigation started already...)
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| Talk
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| Any option (before presenting Steak Lunch)
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Ema:
Um, I was wondering if we could talk to you...
Marshall:
Sorry, bambina. But I'm off to roam the lands, like a tumbleweed on the wide prairie. Like a gunslinger loading his six-shooter, I say a little prayer. GRROOOOORRK
Ema:
What was that all about, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I think he was just too hungry to talk.
Ema:
You're just saying that because his stomach was growling! You have no idea what he was talking about either!
Phoenix:
(Well, in any case, we need to get cracking on this investigation, pronto!)
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| Guard office (after presenting Steak Lunch)
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Ema:
Officer Marshall, you're in charge of security for the evidence room, right?
Marshall:
You got good eyes, pardner. It's an easy job, and I'm grateful for it.
Phoenix:
Actually, Officer Meekins at the detention center told us.
Marshall:
Ah, that poor little dogie? Poor guy, I keep getting his name wrong and calling him "Meekly."
Phoenix:
He told us something. He said that, when the stabbing occurred... you weren't at your station.
Marshall:
... Well, maybe I shouldn't be telling you this... But since I got demoted from detective two years ago... Well, it might not look it, but I lost my fire for the job, you know?
Ema:
So... what were you doing around 5:15 when the murder took place?
Marshall:
Well... I reckon I was galloping down the highway on the back of my steed, Zippy.
Ema:
Note: he was riding down the highway on his horse named "Zippy."
Marshall:
There's no need for people here, anyhow. These newfangled machines do a bang-up job of keeping an eye on the place.
Phoenix:
You mean the security camera system?
Marshall:
I don't take to machines much. Kinda like that stewed broccoli they sneak in next to your steak, you know?
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| Marshall (after presenting Steak Lunch)
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Ema:
Ms. Starr told us something... She said that you were a detective until two years ago.
Marshall:
It was always my dream to be a rawhide wrangler on the scene of the crime... That's all gone now... Like a drinking hole in a prairie fire.
Ema:
You're still investigating the SL-9 Incident with Ms. Starr, aren't you?
Marshall:
That was my case... It's all "solved" on the record books. But it smells like a bad game of poker. I can't let it go... That's all there is to it.
Ema:
What kind of case was it, anyway? We've heard the name so many times, but no one tells us what actually happened.
Marshall:
... There are some things you're better off not knowing, Bambina. Anyway, that case is officially dead as of two days ago.
Phoenix:
Two days ago... the day of our case!
Marshall:
That's right... The evidence transferals.
Phoenix:
(Edgeworth was talking about the transferals, too.)
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| Security system (appears after Guard office)
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Marshall:
I know what maybe two of the machines in here do.
Ema:
O-only two of them? There must be a dozen!
Marshall:
Like I said, bambina, Me and machines, well... I like them about as much as I like stewed cauliflower with my steaks. The easiest ones to understand are these here security cameras.
Phoenix:
(Those are the ones that Officer Meekins mentioned.)
Marshall:
If nothing happens, the tapes are automatically erased every few hours.
Ema:
And Officer Meekins and Detective Goodman, are they on one of those tapes?
Marshall:
I reckon they might be.
Phoenix:
(You're the security guard and you "reckon"!?)
Marshall:
One more thing. When you go into the evidence room... You need an ID card.
Phoenix:
(Thus the card reader by the door.)
Marshall:
The card reader leaves a record of every ID card passed through.
Phoenix:
(So this is the ID card record...)
Ema:
Hey! I've seen that somewhere before!
Marshall:
Sorry, Bambina. I can't show you more than that.
Ema:
Huh?
Marshall:
I haven't heard whether this is related to the case, yet.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! I saw a number on that record just now! I've seen that number before!
Phoenix:
(Maybe there's some way I can prove that record is tied to the stabbing.)
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| Transferal (appears after Marshall)
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Phoenix:
Sorry, but could you explain what this whole "transferal" thing is about?
Marshall:
We keep only evidence from solved cases in this room. They're kept here under the presiding detective's supervision for two years. So we can re-investigate them if it turns out there was a mistake, see?
Phoenix:
So, what happens to the evidence after two years?
Marshall:
It goes to sleep forever in the underground vault at the Police Station. That's what we call "transferal." We do it every February.
Ema:
I see now...
Marshall:
"Transferal" is like a funeral for old cases. Two years after a case is solved... it's closed forever. Dead. Never to be reopened again. Never to be reinvestigated.
Phoenix:
(And that happened to SL-9 two days ago...)
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| Present
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| Goodman's ID (after Security system)
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Ema:
See this? This is the victim's ID card.
Marshall:
Ah, the one that was on the ground in the parking lot?
Phoenix:
The number on this is... "5842189."
Ema:
Officer Marshall! Show us the ID number on that ID card record! Look, the fourth number! It's a perfect match!
Phoenix:
It was used at... 5:14. Right before the stabbing!
Marshall:
What's more, there's only one of them cards in the world!
Ema:
So, when the incident occurred, Detective Goodman was in the evidence room!
Phoenix:
(But wait, what did Officer Meekins say?)
Meekins:
Sir, I entered the evidence room, and asked the man to display his ID card!
Phoenix:
So you asked Detective Goodman to show his ID card. What did he do?
Meekins:
That's the thing! Suddenly he pointed a knife at me!
Phoenix:
(If he had his ID card then... Why would he have pointed a knife at Officer Meekins?)
Marshall:
Alright, compadre, you win. I guess I can give you this ID card record.
ID Card Record added to the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(I've got an idea... Maybe I should show this list to other people with IDs here...)
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| Steak Lunch
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Marshall:
......... That smell... Ah! Reminds me of Texas!
Ema:
So, Officer Marshall... You're from Texas?
Marshall:
No, I just saw a special on television the other day. Is this from my baby?
Ema:
Uh, yeah, Ms. Starr...
Marshall:
Wh-what's this!?
Ema:
What? What's wrong?
Marshall:
A filet steak lunch! I see... I see!
Ema:
I don't see. I wonder what it means?
Steak Lunch given to Officer Marshall.
Marshall:
Alright, bambina. You win. Ask mmph mmph munch munch Anything mmph munch snack.
Phoenix:
(Finally, it seems like...)
Ema:
He's willing to talk!
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| Anything else
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Marshall:
The sheriffs back in the wild west didn't place much faith in evidence. About the only thing they trusted was their shooting hand.
Ema:
Um... this is neither "Wild" nor "West" here...
Marshall:
Ah hah! But that and this are two different things entirely!
Ema:
... I... guess so? Huh? I'm lost.
Phoenix:
(Looks like we need some evidence to get anywhere with this guy.)
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| Move
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| Evidence Room
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Leads to:
February 23
Evidence Room
Sector Three
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February 23
Evidence Room
Sector Three
Phoenix:
(It's quiet... the investigation must be over here.)
Ema:
So this is the evidence room? It really is kind of like a graveyard.
Phoenix:
Graveyards are supposed to have grass and trees. This feels more like a morgue.
Ema:
N-nice try, M-Mr. Wright. Y-you can't scare me! Eeeeeeek!
Gumshoe:
Whoooooah!
Ema:
S-sorry, I thought you were a ghost!
Gumshoe:
I wouldn't recommend going around smacking ghosts on the head, pal. So, is it true what I heard?
Gant:
Wrighto, please, do I look like a selfish man? Heck, if anyone asked me "sir, can I borrow $50?" I'd give them $50, no problem. So, go ahead! Investigate that room to your heart's desire! Knock yourself out!
Phoenix:
Yeah, it's true.
Gumshoe:
So, Chief of Police Gant... will loan anyone 50 bucks? Even me!?
Ema:
Oh, so that's what you were talking about...
Gumshoe:
Actually, I was put in charge of the investigation for today.
Phoenix:
Just for today?
Ema:
Boss for a day...
Gumshoe:
But guess what!? You got permission from the Chief... So now you're boss for a day!
Phoenix:
(Gee, thanks...)
Gumshoe:
First of all, you'll want to have this.
Evidence Room Floor Plans added to the Court Record.
| Examine (left side)
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| Door
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Ema:
That's the door we just came in through.
Phoenix:
Looks like you don't need an ID card to get out.
Ema:
I wonder what would happen if Officer Marshall cut the power while we were inside?
Phoenix:
... (Let's hope he remembers we're in here.)
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| Junk near door
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Ema:
Wow! Look at this big pile of junk in the corner!
Phoenix:
That looks like... a car door.
Ema:
There's a pair of handcuffs attached to the frame.
Phoenix:
Maybe the guy they caught was some sort of escape artist and he got away.
Ema:
Hey, that's one of those human profiles for range testing.
Phoenix:
He's been shot square in the forehead.
Ema:
Better him than us.
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| Locker with white cloth
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Phoenix:
There's something sticking out of here.
Ema:
Looks like a shirt. I guess it must be evidence for some case.
Phoenix:
I wonder if Detective Gumshoe put this here.
Gumshoe:
There you go, pal, making me out to be some kinda slob! I'm not responsible for the evidence here. That said... I bet that evidence locker was opened recently.
Ema:
How do you know?
Gumshoe:
If you leave things hanging out like that, the evidence gets dirty or ripped. The guard checks on that kind of stuff and notifies the detective responsible. How many times have I had him breathing down my neck about some silly evidence...
Ema:
Sounds like Detective Gumshoe leaves evidence hanging out a lot, too.
Phoenix:
I bet he doesn't tuck in his shirt under that trench coat, either.
Gumshoe:
If you're going to talk behind someone's back, don't do it right in front of them, pal!
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| Closed lockers
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Ema:
This place is stuffed with evidence... stuffed with dreams.
Phoenix:
I'm not so sure about the dreams.
Ema:
Mmph! It won't open.
Phoenix:
I guess I should have known.
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal, our security is high-tech around here!
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| Junk between lockers
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Phoenix:
Some sort of bulky equipment is gathering dust here.
Ema:
What a sorry looking fishing pole that is.
Gumshoe:
Ah! That's my personal pole! I never did get around to using it...
Phoenix:
Wait, I've seen that somewhere before...
Gumshoe:
Right, pal. That's that metal detector! The one that led to the solving of that case out on Gourd Lake, remember?
Phoenix:
Oh, right! Wow, that feels like it was ages ago. And... hmm, I don't think I've seen this one before.
Gumshoe:
Oh, that! That's a radiolocator! I'm sure it will come in handy in solving some case sooner or later.
Phoenix:
(That cheap-looking box?)
Gumshoe:
You can't judge a person or a machine by their cover! You gotta look at their heart!
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| Examine (right side)
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| Locker with bloody handprint
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Phoenix:
Wh-what's this...!? Blood!
Ema:
It's a little worn... but there's definitely a handprint here!
Phoenix:
It looks like someone tried to wipe it off.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! What if there are other bloodstains left in the room!?
Phoenix:
(We should use her testing fluid to check it out.)
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| Clay shards
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Ema:
Wow, someone must have broken something big to make all these pieces.
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe, perhaps?
Gumshoe:
There you go, pal, making me out to be some kind of hooligan! That's apparently from "the" case.
Ema:
"The" case?
Gumshoe:
The SL-9 Incident, pal. See the sticker on one of the pieces there?
Phoenix:
(Another piece of SL-9 evidence...)
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Leads to:
"I wonder what shape these pieces were in before whatever it was broke?"
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| Look for other evidence.
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Phoenix:
(Let's not waste too much time with this now.)
Ema:
We can check it out later.
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Phoenix:
I wonder what shape these pieces were in before whatever it was broke?
Ema:
You want to try to put it back together?
Gumshoe:
Hah! Good luck, pal. That's no job for amateurs. Why, I spent a good three hours on that before I had to give up!
Ema:
That's why I always carry around a tube of glue!
Phoenix:
(Well, this piece looks like the bottom. Let's try putting the rest in place!)
| Combine available pieces
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Leads to:
"H-huh?"
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| Back
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Phoenix:
It's no use. These pieces just don't add up to anything!
Ema:
Maybe some of the pieces are missing? Let's just try to put as many of the pieces in place as we can!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... maybe I'll give it another shot later.)
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Ema:
H-huh? Well, I think we did it. But some of the pieces are missing.
Gumshoe:
That only took me two minutes to do! The problem is finishing it!
Ema:
Were some pieces stolen?
Phoenix:
I bet they were missing to begin with.
Gumshoe:
Still... It doesn't look like the most stable kind of jar.
Ema:
I kind of understand how it got broken.
Unstable Jar added to the Courtroom Record.
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| Clay shards (after assembling Unstable Jar)
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Phoenix:
If you put these pieces together, it makes a jar.
Ema:
There are two things that bother me. One: why are some of the pieces missing? Two: doesn't it seem a little unstable!? No wonder it broke!
Phoenix:
I'll make sure to remember that next time I make a jar.
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| Open locker
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Ema:
Look, this one's open! And there's a indicator tag stuck on it still!
Gumshoe:
That locker is coded with Detective Goodman's fingerprint.
Phoenix:
(Detective Goodman's locker!)
Ema:
Are you sure it's okay to leave it open like that?
Gumshoe:
Well, it'd be hard to get it open again if we closed it.
Phoenix:
(It's empty... they must have taken the contents elsewhere.)
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| Rubber glove
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Ema:
Someone left a glove here... but only one.
Phoenix:
Detective Gumshoe, maybe?
Gumshoe:
There you go, pal, making me out to be some kind of absent-minded detective! That's evidence from "the" case, you know.
Phoenix:
You mean SL-9? (It does have a tag on it...)
Rubber Glove added to the Court Record.
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| Saw and paint cans
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Ema:
What is a saw and paint doing here?
Gumshoe:
Since the dawn of time... True art has always been a war against oppression.
Ema:
True art...? I noticed that there's blue and yellow paint here.
Phoenix:
Perhaps we're witnessing the birthplace of the Blue Badger?
Gumshoe:
Well... You might say this is my studio...
Phoenix:
(Here? In the evidence room!?)
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| Talk
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| Judge for a day
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Ema:
So, Detective Gumshoe, you're boss for the day?
Gumshoe:
That's right! It's an honor! After all, the murder took place right here, in the Police Department!
Ema:
But, if you're boss... why are you all alone!? Where are your underlings?
Gumshoe:
... They're using our findings from yesterday's investigation to prepare for the trial.
Phoenix:
(In other words, Detective Gumshoe got kicked out of the investigation again...)
Gumshoe:
I'm adamant, though! I'm going to take control and put this case to rest! And in my own evidence locker, pal!
Phoenix:
You have a locker in here, too, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Hah hah, of course! I am a detective, after all. They gave me a locker that only I can open, pal!
Ema:
"Only you can open"...?
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| Edgeworth
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Gumshoe:
I'll always believe in Mr. Edgeworth, no matter what happens.
Ema:
So... Mr. Edgeworth is with the inquiry committee now, right?
Gumshoe:
They're trying to figure out who's responsible for the mess-up in court today.
Phoenix:
I see...
Gumshoe:
I guess this is what you call "fate." Mr. Edgeworth just can't get away from that case...
Phoenix:
That case...?
Gumshoe:
Yeah, that case! The SL-9 Incident, of course! That was the beginning of the end for Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix:
(Maybe we can get him to tell us more about the case...)
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| Evidence safe (appears after Judge for a day)
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Gumshoe:
This place is more high-tech than you might think. Every locker is fixed so that only one detective can open it.
Phoenix:
Using this ID card?
Gumshoe:
Well, that's the thing, pal. ID cards can be lost. Why, I'm on my third card since entering the force already.
Ema:
That sounds like a lot.
Gumshoe:
Yes, but even I can't lose my own right hand!
Ema:
"Right hand"...? Oh! You mean, your fingerprint?
Gumshoe:
Exactly, pal! The lock for each locker is coded with a fingerprint! And that's the only locker we can open.
Ema:
Funny, they look like normal lockers...
Gumshoe:
These are the latest model! There's a trick to the handles, see?
Ema:
The handles?
Gumshoe:
On the other side of the handles is a sensor, and if the wrong person touches it...
Ema:
Bzzzap! You get a shock!
Gumshoe:
If that's what happened, my hand would be black and smoking every day! In any case, the locks aren't that obvious. There's even some people in the force that don't know about the fingerprint locks!
Evidence Locker added to the Court Record.
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| SL9 Incident (appears after presenting Victim's note or Switchblade Knife)
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Gumshoe:
Now that was a bloody, violent case.
Phoenix:
Violent... so it was a murder?
Gumshoe:
A serial killing!
Phoenix:
(A serial killing... Maybe I don't want to get involved in this after all.)
Gumshoe:
But the killer made a mistake, and Mr. Edgeworth built his case around that to nab him.
Ema:
And this was two years ago?
Gumshoe:
That put Mr. Edgeworth right in the spotlight... and started the rumor mill.
Phoenix:
Rumors... (About forged evidence?)
Gumshoe:
It was supposed to be all cleaned up with the "transferal" the other day. It was the last job he ever did... Detective Goodman, that is.
Ema:
Huh? What do you mean?
Gumshoe:
Detective Goodman was the detective in charge of the SL-9 Incident, see.
Ema:
So, so... That switchblade knife...
Phoenix:
The victim took the knife out of the evidence locker himself?
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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...
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| Goodman's ID
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Gumshoe:
That's the victim, Detective Goodman's ID card. These days, everything's cards and secret numbers. I can never relax!
Phoenix:
That's only because you always lose your card.
Gumshoe:
I always forget my secret number, too. Scary, huh? My face should be ID enough! What's the world coming to!?
Phoenix:
(Detective Gumshoe, rebel against the system.)
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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 recently!
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. Erm... I'll tell you what it is later.
Phoenix:
(Apparently, he's forgotten.)
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| Edgeworth's Knife or Parking Stub
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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!
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| Blue Badger Panel
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Gumshoe:
This is my crowning achievement, my masterpiece, you might say. But... art is always misunderstood, pal.
Ema:
Art...?
Gumshoe:
He was dancing proudly on the day of the awards ceremony... But there were a lot of people coming and going after the ceremony... So they took the Blue Badger away for a while!
Phoenix:
Really? Why?
Gumshoe:
Oh, they said it was "shameful" or something like that. "Shameful"! I toiled night and day...
Phoenix:
(I sympathize with Detective Gumshoe... but I can see why they moved it.)
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| Victim's Note or Switchblade Knife
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Gumshoe:
Detective Goodman's note... and that switchblade knife. I bet Edgeworth was the most surprised of anyone.
Phoenix:
Because of the SL-9 connection?
Gumshoe:
That was Mr. Edgeworth's first big case you know, two years ago. That was the first time the world knew Edgeworth was a man to be feared!
Phoenix:
But, why would evidence from that case turn up now?
Gumshoe:
I guess it's not over, pal. Maybe there are some loose ends left on that case...
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| Crime Photo
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Gumshoe:
That's the photo that Ms. Starr took.
Phoenix:
Anything you can tell us about it?
Gumshoe:
That Ms. Starr is quite the lady. Why, I remember it was winter... I was 16. She was the only one who ever got me to talk about what happened.
Ema:
16... that's how old I am now! I wonder what happened?
Phoenix:
(I wonder if Detective Gumshoe wore a trench coat in high school, too.)
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| ID Card Record
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Phoenix:
Could you take a look at this? This is the ID card of the person who came here on the day of the stabbing.
Gumshoe:
Ah, I heard the rumors. So it was Goodman who came in here at the time of the murder... Whoooooooooah!!!
Ema:
Wh-what is it?
Gumshoe:
Th-th-th-th-th-th! That second number...
Phoenix:
It's not your ID number is it, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth!
Ema:
What...?
Gumshoe:
The second number on this list... belongs to Mr. Edgeworth!
Ema:
What... Whaaaaaaaaat!?
ID Card Record updated in the Court Record.
Phoenix:
(Why would Edgeworth have come to the evidence room!?)
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| Evidence Locker
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Gumshoe:
You can't open the lockers if your fingerprint doesn't match. If you can open it... they'll give you 50 cents!
Ema:
Note: the Police Department lacks faith in its lock system.
Gumshoe:
After all, Detective Goodman was stabbed here after opening his locker... But at the same time he was found dead over at the Prosecutor's Office!
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| Anything else
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Gumshoe:
Allow me to say one thing, speaking as a detective. If I see a piece of evidence I know nothing about, I say nothing! Nothing!
Phoenix:
That's... fine.
Gumshoe:
You bet it's fine, pal!
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| Spray luminol
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| Locker with white cloth
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Ema:
...! Why am I getting a reaction here?
Phoenix:
There's no reason for the murderer to touch this spot if he fled out the door. (This just might be something significant!)
Gumshoe:
Hey... That's some pretty amazing stuff you got there, pal!
Ema:
What, this? It's called "Luminol Testing Fluid"!
Gumshoe:
Where'd you get your hands on that!?
Ema:
Huh?
Gumshoe:
I'd like to get some too! I'll just borrow 50 bucks from the Chief!
Phoenix:
Where do you get this, Ema?
Ema:
I always buy it by mail order.
Phoenix:
(Well, I'd better jot this down on the floor plans.)
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| Locker with bloody handprint
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Ema:
I knew it! This is someone's right handprint!
Gumshoe:
WHAAAAAAT!!?
Phoenix:
What's the matter, Detective? Th-this locker... It's mine!
Ema:
It's yours?
Gumshoe:
Please! You have to help me... When they come to take me away... Promise you'll testify that I wouldn't harm a fly! You'll do that for me, won't you, pals!?
Phoenix:
(This is an important clue! I'll jot it down on the floor plans...)
Gumshoe:
I'm counting on you guys! Believe me, you can't trust the police!
Ema:
What? But you're a detective!
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| Crime scene floor
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Phoenix:
There must have been a massive amount of blood here. (I've never seen so much before...) I'm not a professional. What's your opinion, Detective?
Gumshoe:
Hmm... Pale blue blood... Maybe Detective Goodman... was actually an alien?
Ema:
This proves that something really happened in front of this locker.
Phoenix:
I'll make a note of it on the floor plans.
Gumshoe:
Hey! If you didn't want my opinion, you shouldn't have asked!
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| Examine evidence
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| Tag on Rubber Glove
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Phoenix:
The tag says, "SL-9 11." I guess this is another piece of evidence from that case.
Ema:
You know, I never did care for the word, "tag." It's confusing.
Phoenix:
Huh? What's so confusing about that?
Ema:
Do you know how many other words sound like it? "Bag," "Gag," "Nag," "Lag," "Xag"...
Phoenix:
"Xag"...? Is that a word?
Ema:
Do you challenge me...?
Phoenix:
What, are we playing a word game now?
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| Bloodstain on Unstable Jar
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Ema:
Hey, look here! It's hard to make out, but there's a dark red stain here.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Looks like blood.
Ema:
Do you think Detective Goodman's blood somehow got on it when he was stabbed?
Phoenix:
Not likely. This blood looks like it's been here for months, maybe longer. (This jar was evidence in the SL-9 Incident... That might be when the blood got on it.)
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| Bottom of Unstable Jar
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Ema:
Huh? This thing doesn't have a bottom!
Phoenix:
That's weird.
Ema:
I wonder which side is "up"?
Phoenix:
Better yet... What's the purpose of a bottomless jar?
Ema:
... At least it doesn't collect dust inside, right?
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(Examining rubber glove, assembling Unstable Jar, clearing all "Talk options", presenting ID Card Record, and spraying luminol on all three areas leads to:)
Gumshoe:
Hey, pal, look at the time!!
Phoenix:
Was there something you needed to be going to?
Gumshoe:
It's just that Mr. Edgeworth's inquiry committee should be letting out soon. I'm going to go give them my report for the day. It might help, you know...
Ema:
R-report? You mean the note written on the back of that flyer?
Phoenix:
The one that says nothing but "No problems"!?
Gumshoe:
Hey, it's Mr. Edgeworth we're talking about! I'm sure he can use a report like this. I believe in him!
Phoenix:
(Who needs enemies when you've got friends like Detective Gumshoe..)
Gumshoe:
I'm off, pal! Later!
Phoenix:
(I should probably see what Edgeworth has to say, too.)
| Examine (left side)
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| Locker with white cloth
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Phoenix:
A piece of white cloth is sticking out... looks like a shirt.
Ema:
You'd better tidy it up or it will get wrinkled!
Phoenix:
Hey, don't look at me! I didn't leave it hanging out like that!
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| Closed lockers
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Ema:
This place is stuffed with evidence... stuffed with dreams.
Phoenix:
I'm not so sure about the dreams.
Ema:
Mmph! It won't open.
Phoenix:
I guess I should have known.
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| Junk between lockers
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Ema:
A pile of junk lies battered, worn and forsaken!
Phoenix:
Aren't you being a little dramatic? Looks like a fishing pole... and a metal detector. Not sure what this one is.
Ema:
They cast a withering gaze in our direction that screams, "dust me!"
Phoenix:
Can't junk just be plain old junk?
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| Examine (right side)
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| Open locker
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Ema:
Detective Goodman's evidence locker. It's empty.
Phoenix:
Only Detective Goodman himself can open this locker.
Ema:
So, the person who took out this knife had to have been Detective Goodman.
Phoenix:
(And why was it wrapped in the "scarf" muffler stuck inside the "car" muffler?)
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| Rubber glove
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Ema:
That yellow crime scene tape! You know, yesterday was my first time seeing that! It was always my dream to push through the crowd and just step over the tape! It's a little daunting to encounter it again so soon!
Phoenix:
(I think maybe you're overreacting a little...)
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| Saw and paint cans
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Ema:
There's blue and yellow paint here. This is all I'd need to paint a portrait of you, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
I am wearing a red necktie, you know...
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Underground Parking Lot
| Move
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| High Prosecutor's Office
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Leads to:
February 23
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
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February 23
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
Bellboy:
Ah, guests! My apologies.
Phoenix:
Oh! It's you!
Bellboy:
Have we met somewhere...?
Phoenix:
Huh!?
Bellboy:
Mr. Edgeworth! I beg your leave. So long!
Phoenix:
(Is Edgeworth here...?)
Ema:
There, standing by the window, a teacup in his hand!
Edgeworth:
Ah, it's you.
Phoenix:
(He has the hotel bring him tea service!?)
Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth... you're back from the District Prosecutor's Office inquiry?
Edgeworth:
Precisely.
Phoenix:
By the way, Detective Gumshoe was looking for you.
Edgeworth:
Oh yes... He brought me some information, it seems.
Ema:
Really? Was it helpful?
Edgeworth:
Apparently, a new French restaurant is opening near here. I think he was trying to console me, somehow.
Phoenix:
(Er, I think the report is on the other side, Edgeworth...)
Ema:
Poor Mr. Edgeworth... I think this whole thing is really taking a toll on him.
| Talk
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| Inquiry committee
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Phoenix:
So, how did the inquiry committee go?
Edgeworth:
Actually, they decided to treat this not as a case of concealing evidence... But as a communications error during the investigation.
Ema:
"Concealing evidence"...?
Edgeworth:
Yes. Apparently, there are some who believe... that I concealed evidence. They gave me a warning. "You were lucky this time... again."
Phoenix:
"Again"...?
Edgeworth:
I've heard them say that so many times. Ever since that case two years ago...
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| Tomorrow's trial
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Phoenix:
Are you okay for the trial tomorrow?
Edgeworth:
Well, I'm still the presiding prosecuting attorney. However...
Phoenix:
Something happened?
Edgeworth:
They gave control of the investigation over to the Police Department.
Ema:
The Police Department!
Edgeworth:
Yes. Any further investigation for this case will be directed by the Chief of Police Gant. I can do nothing but wait for his results...
Phoenix:
I... see.
Edgeworth:
Why, I ask you? Why!? All along, I've done only what I believe is right. I have nothing to be ashamed of! But still...
Phoenix:
(Wow, I've never seen him this out of sorts...)
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| Allegations of forgery (appears after presenting Victim's Note or Switchblade Knife)
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Edgeworth:
The SL-9 Incident was a heinous serial killing case. The head of investigation was the Deputy Chief of Police at the time... Damon Gant.
Phoenix:
(That wacky old coot was involved in the case two years ago too then...)
Edgeworth:
He was the best we had, and it was my first time working with him... I was nervous.
Ema:
Wow, you get nervous, too, Mr. Edgeworth?
Phoenix:
(What I want to know is why was a Deputy Chief of Police on the investigation?)
Edgeworth:
In truth, I used slightly more... extreme methods than normal. We were dealing with a vicious murderer. If I let him go, the blood would be on my hands. We won our guilty verdict, and the killer was executed.
Phoenix:
Wait, you didn't...
Edgeworth:
Of course not! I didn't touch the evidence. Yes, I will do anything in my power to win a trial. However... I do have a code, and I follow it faithfully.
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| Present
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| Victim's Note or Switchblade Knife
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Edgeworth:
... I know you. You've probably got a hold of some information already, right?
Phoenix:
It all has to do with that case you were on... the SL-9 Incident. And some "dark suspicion" you were wrapped up in.
Edgeworth:
You are the man who revived the worst memory of my life, as I recall. I figured I'd be telling you about this sooner or later.
Phoenix:
(A bad memory... he's talking about the murder in the elevator...) Okay, Edgeworth. Why don't you tell me about it. Tell me the truth.
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| ID Card Record
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Phoenix:
Oh, right! I'd better check this now...
Edgeworth:
As I was saying, I... ! What's this? A record of ID card usage?
Phoenix:
Edgeworth, you went into the evidence room that day, didn't you? Just before the incident occurred, no less.
Edgeworth:
Yes, that's true.
Ema:
W-why, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
Please don't look at me like that. I was asked to go. By Chief Gant no less.
Ema:
The Chief of Police...?
Edgeworth:
He wanted evidence for a case that wrapped up half a year ago. He told me he wanted me to keep it here in the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix:
But... it was solved, right? It would have to be if the evidence was already filed...
Edgeworth:
The Chief is never one to explain himself. In any case, on the day of the stabbings, I brought this back here.
Ema:
Can I ask what kind of case it was?
Edgeworth:
I... can't say. It really has nothing to do with the current case.
Phoenix:
(Now I'm curious about this other case. I'd better make a note of it.)
Unrelated evidence: Screwdriver added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth:
Stubborn as always. I told you this has nothing to do with the current case.
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| Anything else
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Edgeworth:
... Wright, please. I'm the prosecutor on this case! You don't expect me to sit here and discuss the case with you over a cup of tea!?
Phoenix:
I'll pass on the tea. Just tell me about the case...
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Mr. Edgeworth just told you "no" in a very polite manner!
Phoenix:
(Whose side are you on, anyway? Maybe if I just show him my best evidence I can get some reaction out of him.)
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| Examine evidence
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| Tag on Screwdriver
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Phoenix:
The tag says, "AI-16."
Ema:
What's that got to do with anything?
Phoenix:
Nothing, apparently. At least, that's what Edgeworth said.
Ema:
Hm. That makes it seem all the more suspicious. Who knows? This might turn out to be the clue that breaks the case!
Phoenix:
Wouldn't that be nice...
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(Clearing all "Talk" options and presenting ID Card Record leads to:)
Edgeworth:
By the way, Ema. The Chief Prosecutor wanted to know something...
Ema:
M-my sister? What?
Edgeworth:
You still working on that scientific investigation?
Ema:
Huh? Y-yes! Of course! Why, just today Mr. Wright and I were using this...
Edgeworth:
Luminol testing fluid... Hm? Well then... You might have use for this.
Ema:
Aluminum powder for taking fingerprints!
Edgeworth:
It's been chemically treated for better adhesion.
Ema:
F-for me? Are you sure? We are the "enemy" you know.
Edgeworth:
I've no say in today's investigation... do as you will.
Phoenix:
Edgeworth... I'm really--
Edgeworth:
No need to thank me. Here, take your powder and these fingerprint files for everyone involved.
Phoenix:
I, uh, th-thanks! (How about giving these to Detective Gumshoe as well!?)
Fingerprinting Set and fingerprint file received.
Ema:
Well, let's get going! One last investigation!
Phoenix:
Right! (I do seem to remember seeing a suspicious handprint somewhere...)
Security Guard Office
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| Evidence Room
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Leads to:
February 23
Evidence Room
Sector Three
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February 23
Evidence Room
Sector Three
Phoenix:
(Our investigation turned up a suspicious handprint.)
Ema:
Here, in this blood on the detective's evidence locker.
Phoenix:
Let's use the secret weapon we just borrowed!
Ema:
Right. Let's get started! First... choose a finger.
Phoenix:
A finger...?
Ema:
Each finger leaves behind a slightly different imprint. So let's choose the finger that will have left behind the clearest print!
Phoenix:
I really can't tell the difference at a glance...
Ema:
Quit procrastinating and choose a finger!
| Any bloody finger
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Leads to:
"Okay. Now it's time to check for prints!"
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Ema:
Okay. Now it's time to check for prints! Let me show you how it's done.
Phoenix:
(Ema's starting to get that sparkle in her eyes...)
Ema:
First, we sprinkle the aluminum powder around.
Phoenix:
Huh? How do you do that?
Ema:
Just touch the screen... See?
Phoenix:
Ah... it looks like that did the trick.
Ema:
The aluminum powder adheres completely to the print. Once the powder is well spread... just blow away the excess.
Phoenix:
Huh? How do I do that?
Ema:
You just blow With your breath. Imagine you're blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. See?
Phoenix:
Wow... that looks like fun! (It might take some getting used to though...)
Ema:
It's fine! It won't go up your nose or anything. You just pour the powder on thick, and blow away the extra! Those are the basics of fingerprinting, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(I guess I'd better give it a try...)
| Obtain flat print
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Leads to:
"Aha! You did it! You found one!"
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Ema:
Aha! You did it! You found one!
Phoenix:
But... this looks nothing like a fingerprint.
Ema:
Hmm... now that you mention it, I guess it doesn't...
Phoenix:
What does it mean?
Ema:
It think it means... we're out of luck.
Phoenix:
Out of luck...?
Ema:
The person who left this handprint must have worn gloves.
Phoenix:
... Don't tell me we've been wasting out time here!
Ema:
Hey, calm down. That's just the way it goes sometimes with scientific investigations. But... it does seem a shame. While we're at it, why don't we look for other prints?
Phoenix:
Other prints...?
Ema:
Looking at the locker door again closely...
Ema:
it seems like there are fingerprints outside the bloody handprint as well. Let's see if we can find a clear print!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... fingerprints outside the blood...)
| Top non-bloody finger
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| Obtain fingerprint
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Leads to:
"Yay! A print so clear it's dazzling!"
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Ema:
Yay! A print so clear it's dazzling!
Phoenix:
D-dazzling...?
Ema:
Anyway, this print took a lot of effort to find. Let's match it up right away!
Phoenix:
So we're not over yet? This is quite a process...
Ema:
Well, there's no point in finding a fingerprint... and not knowing who the owner is, right?
Phoenix:
(I guess she's right...)
Ema:
Look at the fingerprint data we got from Mr. Edgeworth... and point out the person you think left these prints!
Phoenix:
Huh? How am I supposed to know who it was?
Ema:
I could make a pretty good guess. The bloody handprint and the fingerprints are in different places right? That means that the prints probably don't have anything to do with our case. So, whose fingerprints would we most likely find on this evidence locker?
| Compare Dick Gumshoe profile
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Comparing...
Comparison complete.
Match found.
Leads to:
"Ah hah!"
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| Compare anyone else
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Comparing...
Comparison complete.
No matches found.
Ema:
Hmm... no match.
Phoenix:
C'mon! How am I supposed to guess whose they are?
Ema:
Isn't it obvious? The bloody handprint and the fingerprints are in different places right? That means that the prints probably don't have anything to do with our case. They most likely belong to the owner of this evidence locker.
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
S-something wrong?
Phoenix:
I was just thinking, if you're so sure who it is, why don't you match the fingerprints?
Ema:
Mr. Wright! I was doing this for your benefit, so you'd learn!
Phoenix:
F-fine, fine! (Let me think... who could have left these prints...?)
Leads back to profile selection
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Ema:
Ah hah! So these prints belonged to Detective Gumshoe!
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
Something wrong, Mr. Wright? You gave me this "so what?" look.
Phoenix:
I guess that's probably because I was thinking "so what?"
Ema:
Okay, so we came up with nothing this time, but there's always next time! Sometimes you hit, sometimes you miss! You gotta roll with the punches, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Thanks for the sympathy. (Wait... If I remember correctly... there was one other handprint in this room. Let's check it out!)
| Examine
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| Locker with white cloth
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Phoenix:
This is where we got a luminol fluid reaction, right?
Ema:
Right! There was a handprint here! Okay! Want to try using this?
Phoenix:
(There go her eyes sparkling again...)
| Check for prints
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Leads to:
"Okay, let's check for prints!"
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| Leave it be
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Phoenix:
Actually, let's not check.
Ema:
What!? Why not!? Try my patience any longer and I'll dump this powder over your head!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... maybe I better check for those prints after all.)
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Phoenix:
Okay, let's check for prints!
Ema:
That's the spirit! Oh! But I have to warn you about something first.
Phoenix:
What?
Ema:
The area with the blood was wiped away, right?
Phoenix:
We only ended up finding it using chemical means.
Ema:
Any prints in that area will have been wiped away too.
Phoenix:
Oh... right. So... that means no prints.
Ema:
Would you say the probability of your hypothesis is high?
Phoenix:
D-don't ask me!
Ema:
Anyway... We must try to find prints that weren't wiped away.
Phoenix:
(Prints other than the ones left by the bloody hand...)
| Leftmost non-bloody finger
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| Obtain incomplete print
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Phoenix:
Hmm... I gave it my best shot.
Ema:
That kind of result won't be any good for matching prints, will it?
Phoenix:
But it doesn't look like we'll get a clearer result from this print.
Ema:
Ok, let's try a different finger, then!
Leads back to finger selection
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| Second non-bloody finger from left
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| Obtain fingerprint
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| Compare Jake Marshall profile
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Comparing...
Comparison complete.
Match found.
Leads to:
"Hey, these fingerprints, they..."
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| Compare anyone else
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Comparing...
Comparison complete.
No matches found.
Leads back to profile selection
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Phoenix:
Hey, these fingerprints, they...
Ema:
Whose are they? Whose!? Is it someone I know?
Phoenix:
It's Officer Marshall!!!
Ema:
Huh? O-Officer Jake Marshall!?
Marshall's Fingerprints added to the Court Record.
Ema:
Th-that's got to be a coincidence! He's not involved in the crime!
Phoenix:
Ema. This* ([sic]) are decidedly different from Detective Gumshoe's prints.
Ema:
...!
Phoenix:
The luminol reaction. The blood and the fingerprints are in the same place.
Ema:
Oh... Oh!!!
Phoenix:
(So, we have Jake Marshall's fingerprints... on a wiped bloodstain!)
Ema:
But why would Officer Marshall...
Phoenix:
It looks like our investigation is finally turning up some results!
Ema:
...!
Phoenix:
I guess this is what you'd call "decisive evidence"!
Ema:
I... I don't believe it!
To be continued.
February 24, 9:41 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 1
Ema:
So, what do you think, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
I think the prosecution is as confused as we are. After all...
Lana:
the victim was murdered in two different places at the same time, and a different suspect was arrested at the other crime scene.
Ema:
Lana!
Lana:
Good morning, Mr. Wright. I apologize for yesterday. I was... indisposed.
Phoenix:
I hope they didn't hold you too long for questioning.
Lana:
We just finished, actually. I'm used to all-nighters, though.
Ema:
So, how'd it go?
Lana:
It's as Mr. Wright suspects. The police are clueless. I figured as much, so I struck a plea bargain.
Ema:
A plea bargain? What do you mean by that?
Lana:
We agreed that if I told them the truth behind this "simultaneous murder," they wouldn't seek capital punishment. That's what I mean, Ema.
Ema:
But Lana! Don't tell me you...
Lana:
Much to my regret, I'm as much in the dark about this as they are.
Phoenix:
Ms. Skye.
Lana:
Hmm?
Phoenix:
We discovered traces left by a certain person in the Police Department's evidence room. They belonged to Officer Jake Marshall.
Lana:
You found Officer Marshall's... traces?
Phoenix:
Blood-stained fingerprints, to be exact.
Lana:
!
Phoenix:
That's the trump card I have up my sleeve today. You do understand what this means, don't you?
Ema:
In order to defend my sister, you're going to accuse Mr. Marshall?
Phoenix:
We have to play the cards we're dealt. Isn't that right, Ms. Skye?
Lana:
... Do what you have to do, Mr. Wright.
February 24, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 9
Judge:
Court is now in session for the trial of Ms. Lana Skye.
Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution is... Hmph.
Judge:
... Hmph? I'm afraid you'll have to clarify.
Edgeworth:
It takes 30 minutes by car to reach criminal affairs from the Prosecutor's Office. The victim, Bruce Goodman, was slain at both places at the same time.
Judge:
But, that's not physically possible, is it? What's more, I hear the victim from the evidence room just "disappeared"!
Ema:
Yes, and the body eventually reappeared in the trunk of Mr. Edgeworth's car.
Phoenix:
(Wow... this is one messed up trial...)
Edgeworth:
One of my duties as prosecutor is to present impartial evidence. Today I will present evidence relating to the murder at the Police Department. In so doing, I believe the way in which we should proceed will reveal itself.
Ema:
Now that's what sets Mr. Edgeworth apart. He sounds so on top of things... even though he doesn't know what's going on himself!
Phoenix:
And that's supposed to be an admirable trait?
Judge:
Very well, let the trial resume. On the day of the crime, what exactly transpired at the Police Department? Mr. Edgeworth, you may call your first witness of the day to the stand.
Edgeworth:
For its first witness, the prosecution calls... the suspect of the murder that occurred at the Police Department!
Judge:
The suspect!? You mean, the so-called murderer!?
Phoenix:
(Hoo boy. Things are getting wild from the get-go.)
Edgeworth:
Will the witness please state his name and occupation.
Meekins:
Yes, sir! I am Officer Mike Meekins, sir! My occupation is, um... that would be murderer, sir!
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
... Er... So you're telling us you're a "professional killer"...
Meekins:
Sir. It was me, sir! I'm the one who did it! I'll never kill anyone again, sir! You've got to believe me, sir!
Judge:
Uh... Actually, what we'd like to hear from you is...
Meekins:
Sir! I'm what you would call part of the "younger generation," sir! A person whose actions adults can't possibly comprehend!
Judge:
Please, Mr. Edgeworth, sir! Help me, sir!
Edgeworth:
Officer Meekins.
Meekins:
Y-yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
Give us your report of the crime. Consider that an order.
Meekins:
Yes, sir! As you wish! After all, I am part of a generation that must be told what to do, sir!
Ema:
You can't fault him for a lack of enthusiasm.
Witness Testimony
-- Crime Report, Sir! --
Meekins:
Although it's not my normal duty, I was assigned to guard the evidence room that day!
I spotted a suspicious man on the security screen, and rushed into the room!
I was only doing what I was trained to do, sir!
I was suddenly attacked!
I fought for my life! Then I... I did it!
After that I passed out... until another officer smacked me awake!
Judge:
Hmm. So the victim, Detective Goodman, attacked you?
Meekins:
"Do unto others before they do unto you"! That's the Meekins family motto, sir!
Judge:
I see. Then you fainted, and a colleague helped you regain consciousness.
Meekins:
Yes, sir! He knocked me upside the head, sir!
Judge:
Very well. The defense may begin its cross-examination.
Phoenix:
(What I need here is more info to work with!)
Cross Examination
-- Crime Report, Sir! --
Meekins:
Although it's not my normal duty, I was assigned to guard the evidence room that day!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Mr. Meekins. You work in the General Affairs Department, do you not?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! I am in charge of hiring new recruits, sir!
Phoenix:
(Yikes! Now there's a scary thought.)
Edgeworth:
Evidence transferal was taking place on the day of the crime, which meant many officers were given special tasks not ordinarily performed.
Meekins:
I was in charge of guarding the Blue Badger, sir!
Judge:
The Blue Badger?
Meekins:
Yes, sir. The lovely police mascot created by the Head Detective, sir! I was to ensure it wasn't broken during the transferal process. That was my sole mission for the day, sir!
Judge:
I see. Sounds like a very... uh, important mission.
Meekins:
After the awards ceremony finished that day, there were so many people running around that I relocated the Blue Badger to the evidence room!
Judge:
Oh... So that's why you went to the evidence room.
Edgeworth:
Tell us... what did you see when you got there?
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Meekins:
I spotted a suspicious man on the security screen, and rushed into the room!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
In order to enter the evidence room... you need an ID card, am I correct?
Meekins:
Precisely, sir! I have one right here around my neck!
Phoenix:
So then... your ID number should be listed in here, right?
Meekins:
... There it is! I found it! This is the one right here.
Judge:
Could you please read us the number?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It's "4989596." That's my number, sir!
Phoenix:
I see... Huh? But the number 4989596... is shown as being used twice!
Edgeworth:
Please explain, witness.
Meekins:
It's n-no real mystery, sir! The first time is when I relocated Blue Badger to the evidence room, and the second time is when I went to go get him after everything settled down.
Judge:
I see. So it was during that second time when?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! That was when I spotted the man on the security screen!
Data added to ID Card Record.
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Meekins:
I was only doing what I was trained to do, sir! I was suddenly attacked!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you were attacked... Can you please tell us exactly what happened to you?
Meekins:
It was a knife, sir! A knife!
Judge:
Detective Goodman pulled a knife on you? What happened then?
Meekins:
Well, with me charging in on him like that, he looked as surprised as I was!
Phoenix:
(You aren't exactly the kind of person someone would want to run into...)
Meekins:
That's when I reacted, sir! I swung my arms like an octopus, struggling to detain him! That's how I got this gash on my hand.
Ema:
Maybe if you'd just kept your cool your hand wouldn't be...
Meekins:
When I saw the blood trickling down my arm, I panicked! I grabbed the man by his collar!
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Meekins:
I fought for my life! Then I... I did it!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What exactly do you mean when you say you, "did it"?
Meekins:
I know I don't look the type, but I'm really into kung fu films, sir! The man let his guard down for just an instant, so I snatched his knife from him!
Phoenix:
You took his knife?
Meekins:
I spun him around and performed a disarming maneuver! I made sure to close my eyes like a man!
Phoenix:
I, uh, see... (He must have been desperate.)
Meekins:
The next thing I knew, his white coat was drenched in a sea of my blood, and then... Then, the next thing I knew...
Judge:
Yes?
Meekins:
He punched me right in my face, sir!
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Meekins:
After that I passed out... until another officer smacked me awake!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
About what time did you regain consciousness?
Meekins:
No offense, sir, but how am I supposed to know that? I was unconscious!
Phoenix:
Oh... right.
Edgeworth:
According to the report from the officer that woke up the witness, it was about 5:30.
Meekins:
He hit me right in the head too! I woke up crying tears of pain!
Judge:
That's nice... Er, I mean... it's nice that you recovered, that is...
Meekins:
When I came around though, I made sure to finish my mission, sir!
Phoenix:
Your "mission"...?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! The Blue Badger, sir! I returned him to the entrance before things got out of hand!
Phoenix:
(Well, we can all rest easy now...)
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Ema:
This is what he was telling us yesterday.
Phoenix:
Well, we need to try and skim some more detail from him. For starters, what was an officer from the General Affairs Department doing in there in the first place?
Ema:
Right! Let's press him for all he's worth!
(Pressing all statements leads to:)
Judge:
I believe we now have a fairly accurate picture of what happened.
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor. Only one thing remains unclear. Was the man this officer "murdered," really the victim?
Phoenix:
(He's got a point...)
Meekins:
Um...
Judge:
Yes, Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
With regard to that, sir... Take a look at this. It was sent to my cell. Chief Gant delivered it to me just this morning sir!
Edgeworth:
The Chief?
Phoenix:
Delivered it...?
Judge:
What is that? A... videotape?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! That's absolutely right, sir! A videotape, sir! It contains footage from the security camera in the evidence room.
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
What!? But I specifically asked if there was such a tape, and was told it had been mistakenly erased!
Judge:
That's quite a mistake.
Meekins:
I just do what I'm told, sir. It's the only thing I'm really good at.
Phoenix:
(Looks like communication with the Police Department is as good as ever...)
Judge:
Well then, let's have a look! Show us the video of you murdering the victim!
Meekins:
Oh... Please stop using that word, "murder," sir! It scares me!
Phoenix:
(A video of a real murder... Just what are we getting ourselves into...?) ...
Edgeworth:
...
Meekins:
...
Judge:
Well, I believe we're all thinking the same thing. How can we deal with these unsettling feelings stirred within us...?
Edgeworth:
What the hell was that wriggling piece of plywood!?
Meekins:
Sir! That is the pride and joy of the entire Criminal Affairs Department, sir! It's the Blue Badger, sir!
Phoenix:
(Why am I not surprised this isn't going smoothly?)
Security Video added to the Court Record.
Judge:
Yes, well anyway... this tape seems to prove that that the witness did indeed encounter... er, "someone" in the evidence room, and some sort of... er, "activity" did take place...
Edgeworth:
Your Honor... instead of relying on clearly incomplete footage, the witness's testimony will suffice. Is that alright with you, Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! As you wish, sir!
Witness Testimony
-- Mystery Man --
Meekins:
His face can't be clearly seen in the video,
but there's no question that the other person was Detective Goodman, sir!
I mean, he opened the locker, which required Detective Goodman's fingerprint to do!
The locker he opened is unquestionably Detective Goodman's locker, sir!
So it must be him! No one else could have unlocked it!
Judge:
What's this about a fingerprint?
Edgeworth:
Each detective has been given a locker, equipped with a fingerprint-activated lock. These locks ensure that each locker can only be opened by the detective it belongs to.
Judge:
Intriguing... That would mean... the victim at the crime scene would have to have been Detective Goodman. Very well! The defense may begin its cross-examination!
Phoenix:
(I don't know where this cross-examination will lead, but everything begins with contradictions. That's where I have to start!)
Cross Examination
-- Mystery Man --
Meekins:
His face can't be clearly seen in the video,
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Tell me, were you able to get a good look at him? At the face of the man who attacked you with a knife?
Meekins:
S-sir! If you must label people as having "seen" or "not seen" the man's face... I believe I would be classified as... the latter?
Phoenix:
The latter? But you were standing right in front of him, were you not?
Judge:
More to the point, you are the person who fought him, aren't you?
Meekins:
Oh, yes sir! But... I didn't get a clear look at his face, sir. I'm not the kind of guy who looks directly at people when talking with them, you see...
Phoenix:
(Yeah, that's a good trait for a police officer...)
Meekins:
Still, I'm sure it was him! I'd bet my badge on it!
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Meekins:
but there's no question that the other person was Detective Goodman, sir!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But you don't know that for sure, do you? You never actually saw Detective Goodman's face.
Meekins:
Well... I suppose you might say that. That is, if you must label people as having "seen" or "not seen" it.
Judge:
Since his face can't be identified in the video, only you can verify it.
Meekins:
! W-w-why is everyone l-looking at me? If I had to label your stares as "disturbing" or...
Edgeworth:
Meekins!
Meekins:
Eek!
Edgeworth:
Having been shown a questionable video at best, we are not in the best of moods. Now please be more certain when you testify!
Meekins:
Y-y-yes, sir!
Edgeworth:
You claimed the man who brandished a knife on you was Bruce Goodman. Tell us why you are positive it was him!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Regarding the video contained on this tape, there is one thing in particular that seems rather strange.
Judge:
Strange?
Phoenix:
This contradiction leads to the possibility that... the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Judge:
What? This video contains such a contradiction?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Interesting... Your Honor, I have a proposal.
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I propose we have the defense... point out to us this alleged "contradiction" in the video.
Phoenix:
(He would want me to point it out...)
Judge:
Very well, proposal accepted. Let us further inspect this piece of evidence. I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright. Please show us this contradiction you speak of.
Phoenix:
(I have to point out a problem in the video? This is the first time I've ever had to do that.)
Ema:
You can do it, Mr. Wright! It's set up so you can Fast Forward, Rewind or Pause the video. Just take a good look and be sure to point out the right thing!
Meekins:
Please don't play it too many times. I-I can't stand watching this video!
Phoenix:
(How did this guy ever become a police officer?)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Please enlighten us! Where is the contradiction that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman?
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!"
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that is strange. Something certainly seems unnatural about that. What could it mean?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wright... but you seem to have forgotten the point of this exercise.
Phoenix:
The point...?
Edgeworth:
What you are looking for is one thing and one thing only: Something that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah.
Judge:
Whew... I almost walked right into the defense's trap!
Meekins:
I'll place him under arrest, sir!
Phoenix:
(Rats... I need to slow down and tackle these things one piece at a time. Now what do I do?)
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Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
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Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... would have to be... uh, this?
Judge:
... Hold on a second. I need to use my eye drops. ... Well, I don't get it.
Phoenix:
... Um, would you mind if I borrowed your eye medicine?
Judge:
Don't look at me with those bleary eyes!
Edgeworth:
Before your eyes get too teary, perhaps you should think this through again, hmm?
Phoenix:
(Now what do I do?)
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Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
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Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
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Meekins:
I mean, he opened the locker, which required Detective Goodman's fingerprint to do!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
About these lockers... Is there no other way to open them?
Meekins:
No, sir! I myself tried all kinds of methods in the past! They only respond to registered fingerprints, sir!
Phoenix:
(I wonder what kind of methods he's tried...?)
Judge:
If the man opened the locker's lock, which only responds to its registered fingerprints, then he must be the person the locker was assigned to.
Meekins:
Exactly my point, sir! And this too!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Regarding the video contained on this tape, there is one thing in particular that seems rather strange.
Judge:
Strange?
Phoenix:
This contradiction leads to the possibility that... the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Judge:
What? This video contains such a contradiction?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Interesting... Your Honor, I have a proposal.
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I propose we have the defense... point out to us this alleged "contradiction" in the video.
Phoenix:
(He would want me to point it out...)
Judge:
Very well, proposal accepted. Let us further inspect this piece of evidence. I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright. Please show us this contradiction you speak of.
Phoenix:
(I have to point out a problem in the video? This is the first time I've ever had to do that.)
Ema:
You can do it, Mr. Wright! It's set up so you can Fast Forward, Rewind or Pause the video. Just take a good look and be sure to point out the right thing!
Meekins:
Please don't play it too many times. I-I can't stand watching this video!
Phoenix:
(How did this guy ever become a police officer?)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Please enlighten us! Where is the contradiction that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman?
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!"
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that is strange. Something certainly seems unnatural about that. What could it mean?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wright... but you seem to have forgotten the point of this exercise.
Phoenix:
The point...?
Edgeworth:
What you are looking for is one thing and one thing only: Something that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah.
Judge:
Whew... I almost walked right into the defense's trap!
Meekins:
I'll place him under arrest, sir!
Phoenix:
(Rats... I need to slow down and tackle these things one piece at a time. Now what do I do?)
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Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
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Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... would have to be... uh, this?
Judge:
... Hold on a second. I need to use my eye drops. ... Well, I don't get it.
Phoenix:
... Um, would you mind if I borrowed your eye medicine?
Judge:
Don't look at me with those bleary eyes!
Edgeworth:
Before your eyes get too teary, perhaps you should think this through again, hmm?
Phoenix:
(Now what do I do?)
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Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
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| Cross examine again
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Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
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Meekins:
The locker he opened is unquestionably Detective Goodman's locker, sir!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How do you know that information?
Meekins:
I've heard rumors, sir! From people in the know, sir!
Phoenix:
"People in the know"?
Meekins:
The workers in the department cafeteria, sir! They keep me informed! They also listen to my... romantic troubles, sir!
Phoenix:
...
Edgeworth:
For the record... the opened locker did indeed belong to Detective Goodman. I verified this information through a more... reliable source.
Judge:
Hmm... So the victim opened the locker with his own fingerprint.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Regarding the video contained on this tape, there is one thing in particular that seems rather strange.
Judge:
Strange?
Phoenix:
This contradiction leads to the possibility that... the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Judge:
What? This video contains such a contradiction?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Interesting... Your Honor, I have a proposal.
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I propose we have the defense... point out to us this alleged "contradiction" in the video.
Phoenix:
(He would want me to point it out...)
Judge:
Very well, proposal accepted. Let us further inspect this piece of evidence. I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright. Please show us this contradiction you speak of.
Phoenix:
(I have to point out a problem in the video? This is the first time I've ever had to do that.)
Ema:
You can do it, Mr. Wright! It's set up so you can Fast Forward, Rewind or Pause the video. Just take a good look and be sure to point out the right thing!
Meekins:
Please don't play it too many times. I-I can't stand watching this video!
Phoenix:
(How did this guy ever become a police officer?)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Please enlighten us! Where is the contradiction that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman?
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!"
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| Present Item falling out of Goodman's locker or White cloth from Marshall's locker
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that is strange. Something certainly seems unnatural about that. What could it mean?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wright... but you seem to have forgotten the point of this exercise.
Phoenix:
The point...?
Edgeworth:
What you are looking for is one thing and one thing only: Something that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah.
Judge:
Whew... I almost walked right into the defense's trap!
Meekins:
I'll place him under arrest, sir!
Phoenix:
(Rats... I need to slow down and tackle these things one piece at a time. Now what do I do?)
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Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
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| Cross examine again
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Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... would have to be... uh, this?
Judge:
... Hold on a second. I need to use my eye drops. ... Well, I don't get it.
Phoenix:
... Um, would you mind if I borrowed your eye medicine?
Judge:
Don't look at me with those bleary eyes!
Edgeworth:
Before your eyes get too teary, perhaps you should think this through again, hmm?
Phoenix:
(Now what do I do?)
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Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
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| Cross examine again
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Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
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Meekins:
So it must be him! No one else could have unlocked it!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
However, the most important detail is not shown in this video... the man's face!
Meekins:
S-sir! If I may say something, sir!
Judge:
Please do. After all, you are the one being examined.
Meekins:
I don't understand why the man's face is so important in this case, sir! I mean, it was his hand that opened the fingerprint lock... and it was his hand that tried to thrust his knife into my body, sir! My unsettled state can testify enough to this, sir! Yes, you have a point. The footage doesn't lie.
Edgeworth:
That is... unless the defense can find a problem with it?
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Let's check the Court Record again!
Phoenix:
(Is there a problem with the security video?)
| No problem
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Phoenix:
The tape was provided by the Police Department, so there's no problem with it.
Edgeworth:
I admire your trust in the Police Department Mr. Wright.
Ema:
But if you ask me, I think there's a problem with what's shown on the tape... rather than with the actual tape itself.
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| There's a problem
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Leads to:
"Regarding the video contained on this tape, there is one thing in particular that seems rather strange."
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Phoenix:
Regarding the video contained on this tape, there is one thing in particular that seems rather strange.
Judge:
Strange?
Phoenix:
This contradiction leads to the possibility that... the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Judge:
What? This video contains such a contradiction?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Interesting... Your Honor, I have a proposal.
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I propose we have the defense... point out to us this alleged "contradiction" in the video.
Phoenix:
(He would want me to point it out...)
Judge:
Very well, proposal accepted. Let us further inspect this piece of evidence. I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright. Please show us this contradiction you speak of.
Phoenix:
(I have to point out a problem in the video? This is the first time I've ever had to do that.)
Ema:
You can do it, Mr. Wright! It's set up so you can Fast Forward, Rewind or Pause the video. Just take a good look and be sure to point out the right thing!
Meekins:
Please don't play it too many times. I-I can't stand watching this video!
Phoenix:
(How did this guy ever become a police officer?)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Please enlighten us! Where is the contradiction that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman?
| Present Unlock light above Goodman's locker
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!"
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| Present Item falling out of Goodman's locker or White cloth from Marshall's locker
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that is strange. Something certainly seems unnatural about that. What could it mean?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wright... but you seem to have forgotten the point of this exercise.
Phoenix:
The point...?
Edgeworth:
What you are looking for is one thing and one thing only: Something that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah.
Judge:
Whew... I almost walked right into the defense's trap!
Meekins:
I'll place him under arrest, sir!
Phoenix:
(Rats... I need to slow down and tackle these things one piece at a time. Now what do I do?)
| Play video again
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Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
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| Cross examine again
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Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... would have to be... uh, this?
Judge:
... Hold on a second. I need to use my eye drops. ... Well, I don't get it.
Phoenix:
... Um, would you mind if I borrowed your eye medicine?
Judge:
Don't look at me with those bleary eyes!
Edgeworth:
Before your eyes get too teary, perhaps you should think this through again, hmm?
Phoenix:
(Now what do I do?)
| Play video again
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Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
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| Cross examine again
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Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Regarding the video contained on this tape, there is one thing in particular that seems rather strange.
Judge:
Strange?
Phoenix:
This contradiction leads to the possibility that... the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Judge:
What? This video contains such a contradiction?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Interesting... Your Honor, I have a proposal.
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
I propose we have the defense... point out to us this alleged "contradiction" in the video.
Phoenix:
(He would want me to point it out...)
Judge:
Very well, proposal accepted. Let us further inspect this piece of evidence. I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright. Please show us this contradiction you speak of.
Phoenix:
(I have to point out a problem in the video? This is the first time I've ever had to do that.)
Ema:
You can do it, Mr. Wright! It's set up so you can Fast Forward, Rewind or Pause the video. Just take a good look and be sure to point out the right thing!
Meekins:
Please don't play it too many times. I-I can't stand watching this video!
Phoenix:
(How did this guy ever become a police officer?)
Judge:
Now then, Mr. Wright. Please enlighten us! Where is the contradiction that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman?
| Present Unlock light above Goodman's locker
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!"
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| Present Item falling out of Goodman's locker or White cloth from Marshall's locker
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this!
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that is strange. Something certainly seems unnatural about that. What could it mean?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wright... but you seem to have forgotten the point of this exercise.
Phoenix:
The point...?
Edgeworth:
What you are looking for is one thing and one thing only: Something that indicates the man may not be Detective Goodman.
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah.
Judge:
Whew... I almost walked right into the defense's trap!
Meekins:
I'll place him under arrest, sir!
Phoenix:
(Rats... I need to slow down and tackle these things one piece at a time. Now what do I do?)
| Play video again
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Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
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| Cross examine again
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Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
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| Present anything else
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... would have to be... uh, this?
Judge:
... Hold on a second. I need to use my eye drops. ... Well, I don't get it.
Phoenix:
... Um, would you mind if I borrowed your eye medicine?
Judge:
Don't look at me with those bleary eyes!
Edgeworth:
Before your eyes get too teary, perhaps you should think this through again, hmm?
Phoenix:
(Now what do I do?)
| Play video again
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Phoenix:
Very well. Let's try this again.
Edgeworth:
Just remember one thing, Mr. Wright: Every time you point your finger, someone gets hurt.
Ema:
But he's the one pointing his finger...
Leads back to:
"I will now play the security tape. Mr. Wright."
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| Cross examine again
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Phoenix:
(It seems I've been taking the wrong approach.)
Judge:
Now then, the defense may resume its cross-examination. Assuming the witness is still willing to continue, that is. Officer Meekins?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! It is my duty as a police officer to help those lost, sir!
Phoenix:
(Great. Now they think I'm lost...)
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Phoenix:
(This all sounds true enough, but the victim's body was found at the Prosecutor's Office. There has to be a mistake somewhere...)
Ema:
The real thing's so much more intense than in the movies! Here, you can use the player to watch it as much as you'd like.
Phoenix:
The security video... (Maybe I should take another look at the footage...)
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... has got to be this! Officer Meekins.
Meekins:
Sir! D-do you mean me, sir?
Phoenix:
As I understand it, the locker apparatus works like this: When you grab the handle, a sensor reads your fingerprint. If the print matches the registered data, the light turns on and the lock is released.
Meekins:
A-according to my very limited experience, that's the way I understand it, sir!
Phoenix:
If so, then something is seriously wrong with this picture! When the victim reaches for the handle to open the locker... Let's rewind to a little earlier... Here! Notice the light?
Judge:
What's this!? It's... already lit!
Phoenix:
Precisely my point, Your Honor. The locker was already open before the victim grabbed the handle!
Meekins:
AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! What's the meaning of this!?
Phoenix:
It's very simple, Your Honor. The locker wasn't locked on the day of the crime!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
But the locker locks are controlled by an electronic system. When a door is shut, a sensor is triggered... and the locker is automatically locked!
Judge:
Oh, I know! It must have broken down! Of course, I'm not an expert in this...
Edgeworth:
That's not likely, Your Honor. The sensor would detect and report any malfunction.
Judge:
Oh well. It just goes to show novices should keep their mouths shut. So then, Mr. Wright. Do you have an explanation?
Phoenix:
Me, Your Honor?
Judge:
Yes. Why wasn't the locker locked?
Phoenix:
Me, Your Honor? ... Yes, well. You see... This isn't exactly my field... What do you think, Miss "Scientific Investigator"?
Ema:
Huh? Oh, um... Maybe something, like, jammed the electronic system?
Phoenix:
(Something... jammed the sensor? Say... There's something else that seems out of place in this video.)
Ema:
Yeah, I thought so too! There's got to be another clue somewhere in this footage!
Judge:
Very well. Let's inspect the video once more. The locker wasn't locked... Mr. Wright. Please point out the cause for this!
| Present Item falling out of Goodman's locker
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Please watch closely. This is the continuation of the part I showed you earlier."
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| Present anything else
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The thing that's strange about this video... would have to be... uh, this?
Judge:
... Hold on a second. I need to use my eye drops. ... Well, I don't get it.
Phoenix:
... Um, would you mind if I borrowed your eye medicine?
Judge:
Don't look at me with those bleary eyes!
Edgeworth:
Before your eyes get too teary, perhaps you should think this through again, hmm?
Leads back to:
"Very well. Let's inspect the video once more."
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Phoenix:
Please watch closely. This is the continuation of the part I showed you earlier.
Judge:
What's this? Something white fell out of the locker!
Meekins:
But sir! It's been my experience that things fall out when doors are opened! I often fall out and roll great distances when I open my car door, sir!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
We can't be sure that item was in the locker to begin with.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Phoenix:
The sensor triggers the lock when the door is shut... What if something was inserted, say, between the sensor and the door?
Judge:
In... Inserted...?
Phoenix:
This white thing wasn't inside the locker... It was stuck between the door and the sensor!
Meekins:
Oh, I understand now, sir! It's just like my tie! Two out of three times it gets stuck in the door when I get out of my patrol vehicle, sir! Instead of the door closing, My tie chokes me!
Judge:
But the object would have to be extremely thin to fit in the door.
Edgeworth:
Not only that, it would also have to block electrical currents... It would need to be an insulator.
Judge:
Yes, an insulator! But at the crime scene...
Phoenix:
there just might have been something that fits the description.
Meekins:
But s-sir! By "insulator," you don't mean...
Phoenix:
(I think I've finally got this figured out.)
Judge:
Very well! Will the defense please present the relevant evidence! What was this insulator that was stuck in the door?
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"I found this near the locker: a thin rubber glove."
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Behold! This was stuck in the locker door!
Edgeworth:
How about sticking your finger in instead?
Phoenix:
Huh?
Judge:
You are rather thin. It just might fit...
Phoenix:
(I think my own current's just been blocked.)
Ema:
Instead of being sarcastic, why don't you think this through again?
Phoenix:
(Something thin enough to slip in the door, yet not conductive to electricity...)
Leads back to:
"Very well! Will the defense please present the relevant evidence!"
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Phoenix:
I found this near the locker: a thin rubber glove.
Judge:
But we can't be sure that was in the victim's locker.
Phoenix:
It has a tag that says, "SL-9 Incident."
Edgeworth:
!
Phoenix:
The video seems to depict the victim opening the locker, but that isn't the case! The lit lamp attests to this. On the day of the crime, even I could have opened that locker! Is this not so, Officer Meekins!?
Meekins:
Sir... It would appear so, sir!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! So are we to believe then, that the "victim" whom this witness stabbed in the evidence room... was not Detective Goodman?
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Do not be misled, Your Honor.
Judge:
What do you mean, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth:
The defense has merely demonstrated that possibility, and nothing more. The "victim" in the video was indeed Bruce Goodman. The prosecution will offer one more testimony to prove this!
Phoenix:
What!?
Edgeworth:
Officer Meekins, please testify about this.
Meekins:
Sir! M-me, sir!? I'm not sure what you're referring too, sir...
Edgeworth:
...
Meekins:
O-oh! You mean that, sir! Of course, sir!
Phoenix:
(Is this a joke...?)
Judge:
Very well, begin your testimony!
Witness Testimony
-- Mystery Man (2) --
Meekins:
There's one other thing that proves the man was Detective Goodman, sir!
To enter the evidence room, one must use their ID card!
When an ID card is used, there's a record of it!
At the time of the crime, the detective had used his card!
Judge:
An ID card record. I see...
Edgeworth:
I have the ID card record right here, Your Honor. The ID used at 5:14... is that of the victim.
Judge:
Just before the crime, hmm? Yes, without a doubt this is the victim's ID! However, one thing does strike me as unusual... Several hundred cases should have been due for transferal. Why were there so few people using this room?
Edgeworth:
This particular evidence room is only used for storing certain special cases.
Phoenix:
"Special" cases...?
Edgeworth:
Extremely violent cases involving police staff.
Ema:
Just hearing that makes my hair stand on end!
Phoenix:
(Me too, although it doesn't make much of a difference...)
Edgeworth:
There were only a few cases up for transferal there, and most were cleared up by noon.
Judge:
Right... I see. Now, Let us move on to the cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Mystery Man (2) --
Meekins:
There's one other thing that proves the man was Detective Goodman, sir!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So, unlike your earlier testimony, you believe this to be rock solid, do you?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! Solid as stone, sir! If my hand wasn't wrapped in bandages... I'd even give the 'V for Victory' sign, sir!
Ema:
Couldn't he just use his right hand for that...?
Judge:
Let's hear him out. The witness can't afford to make any more mistakes.
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Meekins:
To enter the evidence room, one must use their ID card!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Is that card hanging from your neck one of these ID cards?
Meekins:
Yes, sir! This card right next to my cuffs, sir! I keep it here so I won't ever forget it!
Phoenix:
But what if someone were to steal it from you, keeping it out in the open like that?
Meekins:
... Maybe I shouldn't wear it around my neck... Remember when I said two out of three times my tie gets stuck in my car door when I get out? Well, the remaining time my ID card gets stuck. Instead of the door closing, my ID card chokes me!
Phoenix:
(Maybe I should just leave this one alone...)
Edgeworth:
At any rate, each police officer has only one ID card. Both the Police Department and the Prosecutor's Office can attest to this.
Judge:
Please proceed with your testimony.
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Wait one moment, Officer Meekins."
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Meekins:
When an ID card is used, there's a record of it!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Let it be noted that this is the record the witness referred to.
Judge:
Let me see... yes, that would be it. Detective Goodman...
Phoenix:
? (What's the matter?)
Judge:
A-according to this... Mr. Edgeworth! Your name is on here!
Edgeworth:
So it is, Your Honor.
Not that prosecutor again...
Hey, maybe he's behind all this! Being a prosecutor, he could hide the evidence!
Mommy! Is that man in blue a murderer?
Ssh! Don't stare at him!
Phoenix:
(You've got the wrong color, kid.)
Judge:
It would seem... the inquiry committee will want to speak with you again today.
Edgeworth:
I have nothing to be ashamed of regarding my actions, or their consequences. For now, let us continue with the cross-examination.
Ema:
Poor Mr. Edgeworth... It must be so difficult for him...
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| Present Goodman's ID or Goodman's Lost Item Report
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Wait one moment, Officer Meekins."
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Meekins:
At the time of the crime, the detective had used his card!
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Earlier I believe you testified that when you asked the man to show his ID card, he pulled a knife on you.
Meekins:
Yes, sir! He didn't show me any ID card, sir!
Phoenix:
Don't you think that's odd? I mean, if he had his ID card, all he had to do was show it to you. There wouldn't be any reason to draw a knife!
Meekins:
... M-maybe he just panicked?
Phoenix:
(Everything stems from contradictions. Let's point them out...)
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| Present Goodman's ID or Goodman's Lost Item Report
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Wait one moment, Officer Meekins."
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Ema:
Mr. Wright! What do you think?
Phoenix:
I'm... confused.
Ema:
What?
Phoenix:
(The problem with this ID card testimony is far too obvious. It's not like Edgeworth to miss something like this...)
Ema:
You're thinking too hard about it. Come on, let's show them what we've got!
Phoenix:
Wait one moment, Officer Meekins.
Meekins:
I-I'm not good at waiting, sir!
Phoenix:
I have the victim's ID card right here. I found it at the crime scene.
Judge:
That makes sense.
Phoenix:
When I say, "crime scene," I'm not referring to the evidence room at the Police Department. I mean the "other" crime scene... The underground parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
Your Honor... I have one more piece of evidence to present. It's a very important clue regarding the victim's ID card.
Judge:
A... Lost Item Report? It's only half completed,
Phoenix:
but it shows that Detective Goodman had lost "something" on the day of the crime. Something important enough to fill out this report.
Edgeworth:
Let me guess. You believe this "something" to be his ID card, right?
Phoenix:
I can't say for sure... but there is a high probability! On the day of the crime, Detective Goodman was not carrying his card!
Judge:
Order! Order! So now... what does this all mean?
Phoenix:
It can only mean one thing. It doesn't require much thought! The man Officer Meekins encountered in the evidence room... was not Detective Goodman, but rather the man who stole his ID card!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Does the prosecution have a response?
Edgeworth:
... I have only one thing to say to the defense.
Phoenix:
...?
Edgeworth:
Bravo, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
B-bravo...?
Edgeworth:
Allow me to summarize the defense's argument. At 5:15 PM on the day of the crime, the man Officer Meekins encountered in the evidence room was not Detective Goodman. There are two grounds to support this. First, the locker in the evidence room was already unlocked. Second, the victim lost his ID card. Am I correct so far, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes... (What's he up to?)
Edgeworth:
That being the case, we must inevitably arrive at a single conclusion: If the "victim" in this video is a fake... then the murder in the evidence room is also fake! In other words, the security camera does not show the instant of the murder.
Phoenix:
Uh... Th-that is... Well, I guess that's right...
Edgeworth:
Is something wrong, Mr. Wright? Only moments ago you seemed content to be pointing your finger around.
Phoenix:
This isn't good...
Edgeworth:
Well, well... It seems you've finally realized... exactly what you've gone to such lengths to prove!
Judge:
Explain yourself, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth:
The defense has already done the explaining for me. The victim in this video is a fake... which means a murder did not take place at the Police Department at 5:15 on the day of the crime.
Judge:
So...
Edgeworth:
So the real crime could only take place at one location: the underground parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office! The murderer being Ms. Lana Skye, the defendant! The evidence is compelling! A trustworthy witness... observed the moment the defendant used the murder weapon!
Phoenix:
Aaaah! (I knew that testimony was way too shabby. It was all a trap from the beginning!)
Judge:
The activity in the evidence room still leaves many questions unanswered: Who exactly was the "victim" Officer Meekins encountered? And where did this person disappear to...? However... This trial's purpose is to examine only the murder of Detective Goodman.
Edgeworth:
Just so, Your Honor.
Ema:
Mr. Wright! You have to do something, or else Lana...
Phoenix:
(What do I do? How am I supposed to get myself out of this mess?)
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"One moment, Your Honor!"
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| Wait and see what happens
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Phoenix:
(I'd better pace myself. If I rush ahead, I might run right into another trap!)
Ema:
But Mr. Wright! If you don't do anything...
Judge:
It seems the defense is out of ammunition.
Edgeworth:
The surrender flag has been raised. Your Honor, may we have your ruling now?
Ema:
Don't give up, Mr. Wright! Get up and fight!
Phoenix:
!
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"One moment, Your Honor!"
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Phoenix:
One moment, Your Honor!
Edgeworth:
What now, Mr. Wright? Don't tell me you're objecting to what you've just proven.
Phoenix:
Of course not. But I almost walked right into the prosecution's trap!
Edgeworth:
What are you talking about?
Phoenix:
This cross-examination has proven one thing and one thing only. The security video did not show the actual murder. However! It cannot be said that it is unrelated to the murder in the parking lot. Specifically, large amounts of blood traces were found in the evidence room!
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
The defense demands further examination into the truth of the matter!
Judge:
...Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
If this court were to examine this further, other witnesses will be necessary. Is the prosecution prepared?
Edgeworth:
I'm sorry, Your Honor... The prosecution considered the incident at the Police Department to be unrelated. We have not prepared any other witnesses for this incident.
Phoenix:
(This just might be my chance. Time to call a certain Texas ranger to the stand!)
Ema:
Mr. Wright... Do you mean...
Phoenix:
Your Honor. The defense would like to request a specific witness.
Judge:
Oh? Whom do you have in mind?
Phoenix:
Someone we have reason to believe knows the truth... The truth behind the activities that took place in the evidence room.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution requests to hear this person's name before deciding whether or not to comply.
Judge:
Very well, then. Mr. Wright! This person whom you would have testify... What is his or her name?
| Present Jake Marshall profile
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Officer... Jake Marshall."
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| Present anyone else
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Phoenix:
Judge:
Mr. Wright, I'm not even going to bother asking you why. I've never seen a more obvious stall tactic in my entire career!
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Don't you remember what you said this morning!? You know, about your "trump card"?
Phoenix:
(That's right! Those bloody fingerprints we found in the evidence room... Now's my chance to bring him in to testify!)
Leads back to:
"Very well, then. Mr. Wright!"
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Phoenix:
Officer... Jake Marshall.
Edgeworth:
Why him?
Phoenix:
(I can't let him know everything just yet...) He's in charge of the evidence room. I feel we should hear what he has to say.
Edgeworth:
The prosecution agrees to the defense's request. Since he was responsible for guarding the room, we should hear his testimony. Fortunately he works in the Police Department. We shouldn't need longer than 20 minutes to prepare.
Judge:
Very well. The court will take a 30 minute recess while the witness is subpoenaed. Will the prosecution please prepare the witness during this time?
Edgeworth:
We will, Your Honor.
Judge:
Court in recess!
February 24, 11:32 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
Lana:
... There's no stopping you is there, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Huh? What do you mean?
Lana:
You called for Jake Marshall. It seems you've figured everything out.
Phoenix:
Uh... (I haven't figured anything out...)
Ema:
Lana... You're the one who knows everything!
Lana:
Ema...
Ema:
You always know everything! Why don't you just tell us!? Mr. Wright is trying his hardest to protect you!
Lana:
I... I don't recall ever asking for his "protection."
Ema:
How can you be so cold... Don't you trust us? Don't you trust... me?
Lana:
...
Gumshoe:
Hope I'm not interrupting anything, pals.
Lana:
...
Ema:
...
Gumshoe:
Oh... Guess I am. I'll come back later.
Phoenix:
Oh, Detective Gumshoe! What is it?
Gumshoe:
You've got a lot of nerve, pal! Making a detective run all around while on duty, and to top it off you call me here... I've seen happier people at funerals!
Lana:
Sorry, Detective.
Gumshoe:
You better be, pal...Hey... Hey! Hey!! Hey!!! Hey!!!! I didn't see you there, Ms. Skye!
Lana:
That's ok. So... Have you brought what I asked?
Gumshoe:
Oh... Oh ho! Oh ho ho! Oh ho ho ho! Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho! You mean this, right!?
Lana:
My apologies, Detective. Due to my present circumstances, I was forced to use Mr. Wright's name when making my request.
Phoenix:
My name!?
Gumshoe:
Never in a million years would I have thought it was you who asked me, "Could I bother you to bring me the SL-9 Incident files?" "I'll need them by noon." Talk about crazy...
Phoenix:
The "SL-9 Incident"?
Ema:
But Lana! That's...
Lana:
I thought Mr. Wright might need them, so I had them brought here. Here. You might do well to read them.
Gumshoe:
I can't believe you, the Chief Prosecutor, were a witness in that case!
Phoenix:
Ms. Skye... was a witness?
Received file of SL-9 Incident Files.
Gumshoe:
Take it from me, you don't want anything to do with serial murders.
Phoenix:
...
Gumshoe:
Oh, what? Now that I've brought you your stuff, you're just gonna ignore me?
Phoenix:
E-Ema! But why... Why is your name in here?
Ema:
What? My name's in there!? I don't know... Unless... No, it couldn't be... Lana! This "SL-9 Incident"... Is that...
Lana:
... That's the classification number the police filed it under. Two years ago, the rest of the world knew it as... the "Joe Darke Killings."
Ema:
The... Joe Darke... No... No, Lana! That's over with! No!!!
Phoenix:
Ema, wait! (She ran away...)
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| Back of Attorney's Badge
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Phoenix:
A number is engraved on the back of the badge. I wish they'd put my name on it instead...
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| Identification on Goodman's ID
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Phoenix:
His name and ID number is written on it. "Detective Bruce Goodman, ID# 5842189"
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| Bottom of Prosecutor Trophy
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Phoenix:
"King of Prosecutors." The names of past recipients are etched on the plate. Manfred von Karma's name appears too... How ironic.
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| Blood on Edgeworth's Knife
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Phoenix:
The victim Bruce Goodman's blood still remains on the blade. I wonder if Edgeworth got this knife because the handle matches his clothes...?
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| Front of Parking Stub
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Phoenix:
"Miles Edgeworth - 17:12"... It's dated the day of the murder.
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| Strap on Cell Phone
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Phoenix:
Come to think of it, I don't have a strap on my mobile phone at all. I hate having useless things dangling off it.
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Phoenix:
The redial button. It dials the number of the last person called. The last call was to Ema. I wonder what they spoke about...?
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| Blood on Victim's Shoe
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Phoenix:
Blood is splattered over the white enamel surface. It must be Lana's blood, form the cut on her right hand she now has bandaged.
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| Blood under Victim's Shoe
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Phoenix:
These blood traces are from Bruce Goodman, the victim. He must have tried to run after he was stabbed.
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| Tag on Switchblade Knife
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Phoenix:
"SL-9" is written on a small tag attached to the knife. It was the weapon used in that incident two years ago; and has known many victims.
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| Bottom of Luminol Testing Fluid
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Phoenix:
Ema Skye is written on the side in permanent marker. She seems awfully possessive about a can of luminol.
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| Tag on Screwdriver
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Phoenix:
"AI-16" is written on the tag. That means it has nothing to do with the current case.
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| Tag on Rubber Glove
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Phoenix:
"SL-9 11" is written on the tag. It seems this is more evidence from that incident.
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| Bloodstain on Unstable Jar
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Phoenix:
There's a trace of old blood on this jar. This was evidence in the SL-9 Incident... The blood must be from back then.
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| Bottom of Unstable Jar
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Phoenix:
The jar has no bottom, so the hole goes right through. I wonder if it's really jar, or some kind of weird telescope...?
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Gumshoe:
Uh, ya know what? I just remembered... I gotta be somewhere. Sorry pal, but I'm outta here!
Phoenix:
(Jake Marshall, Angel Starr, Damon Gant, Miles Edgeworth... Not to mention Lana and Ema...) Everyone involved in this case is connected to those killings two years ago... This can't be just a "coincidence."
Lana:
Knowing you, you just might be able to figure it out. Time to get back to the trial, Mr. Wright. Best of luck.
Phoenix:
(I'd better take a good look at this file...)
To be continued.
February 22, 12:14 PM
District Court
Courtroom No. 9
Judge:
The court will now reconvene for the trial of Ms. Lana Skye.
Phoenix:
(Ema didn't come back...)
Edgeworth:
Allow me to call the next witness to the stand: the officer in charge of guarding the evidence room on the day of the crime.
Edgeworth:
Witness, please state your name and occupation.
Marshall:
Me, pardner? Oh, I'm just a man, same as you, wanderin' the trails of civilization,
Edgeworth:
occasionally helping the elderly cross intersections when needed.
Judge:
Oh, I know! You're a "patrolman"!
Marshall:
As for my name, if you listen hard 'nuff, you can hear the howling wind calling it out.
Edgeworth:
To be exact, it's Jake Marshall... Your Honor.
Phoenix:
("Howling wind"...? I've never heard Edgeworth described that way before...)
Edgeworth:
Now, Mr. Marshall. Let me ask you something. You were in charge of guarding the evidence room on the day the crime took place. Is this correct?
Marshall:
According to the papers, pardner.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Marshall:
A desperado's soul is as boundless as the desert sands. No "paper" can sum it up.
Judge:
Maybe it's best we get on with this quickly. Please share with us your testimony of the day of the crime... in English!
Witness Testimony
-- Day of the Crime --
Marshall:
My job was to keep a wary eye on that bone orchard.
They said I was supposed to make rounds three times a day, but that ain't my style.
Besides, the room's protected by two security systems, anyway.
If I remember right, I was at a street-side saloon at the time it went down.
I'm just an innocent travelin' man, so if you're out of ammo it's time I hit the trail.
Judge:
I can't say I particularly care for your attitude...
Marshall:
I can't say I care for your beard, but you don't see me complainin'.
Phoenix:
Wait a minute... What do you mean by "two security systems"?
Marshall:
I mean the security cameras and the ID card reader. I reckon even a cowpoke like you knows about those.
Phoenix:
Yes, well, what about the fingerprint activated locks inside the evidence room?
Marshall:
Fingerprint activated locks? What kind of new-fangled doohickeys are those?
Phoenix:
(He's not being very helpful...)
Edgeworth:
He's not that good with machines... or with following orders.
Marshall:
Everyone's got their weaknesses, now don't they, Mr. Prosecutor?
Judge:
This one seems like trouble. Okay Mr. Wright, he's all yours.
Cross Examination
-- Day of the Crime --
Marshall:
My job was to keep a wary eye on that bone orchard.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How exactly did you "keep an eye" on the evidence room?
Marshall:
I just made sure nothing moved in the security camera monitor. That room's so still, even time dies in there. I was just a caretaker who interred the recordings.
Phoenix:
You "interred" them?
Marshall:
Videos of nothing aren't that useful. When the time would come, I'd erase the tape.
Edgeworth:
If nothing unusual is recorded, tapes are to be erased every six hours.
Marshall:
Each time I'd erase a tape, it felt like I was erasing a part of my life.
Phoenix:
(This guy has a flare for the dramatic, but it isn't going to do him any good.) So, in actuality you don't physically enter the evidence room?
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Marshall:
They said I was supposed to make rounds three times a day, but that ain't my style.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But you made your rounds on the day of the crime, right?
Marshall:
Ain't you heard a word I said, pardner? I told you that ain't my style.
Phoenix:
... Um, I'm afraid I don't understand.
Marshall:
No desperado I know lets "rules" get in his way.
Phoenix:
(No desperados I know join the police force...)
Judge:
So, Officer Marshall. On the day of the crime...?
Marshall:
Just between you and me, I didn't set foot in the evidence room that day.
Judge:
There was a rubber glove stuck in the victim's locker. Do you know anything about that?
Marshall:
Sorry pardner, can't say I do. I haven't been in that crypt in weeks.
Phoenix:
(How does this guy avoid being fired...?)
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Marshall:
Besides, the room's protected by two security systems, anyway.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You used to be a detective, so you've used the evidence room in the past, correct?
Marshall:
Of course. Back in the day my locker was a goldmine of evidence!
Phoenix:
And yet... you didn't know about the fingerprint locking mechanism?
Marshall:
Sorry, pardner. I ain't good with machines. I couldn't even tell you how a bike works.
Phoenix:
That's quite, uh... incredible.
Edgeworth:
The sensors on the locker handles cannot be seen. It's well known that some detectives are unaware of their presence.
Phoenix:
(Now that he mentions it, Detective Gumshoe said something like that too...)
Judge:
At any rate, it doesn't seem that this is relevant to the crime. Can you tell us what you were doing when the crime took place?
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Marshall:
If I remember right, I was at a street-side saloon at the time it went down.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What were you doing in a place like that?
Marshall:
I was eating spaghetti. Not even Angel's steak lunches can beat that parlor's vongole sepia pasta.
Judge:
Do you mean to tell us... you abandoned your police duties to eat some noodles?
Marshall:
Not all desperados eat tacos, pardner.
Judge:
That's not what I meant... I hope this has at least taught you a lesson!
Phoenix:
(That's strange... This is usually where Edgeworth says, "Did you not want a raise this year?"...)
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Officer Marshall. Doesn't it strike you as odd?"
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Marshall:
I'm just an innocent travelin' man, so if you're out of ammo it's time I hit the trail.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Out of "ammo," officer Marshall?
Marshall:
That's right, pardner. Or as you'd call it, "evidence." If you plan to pin me to this crime, then you'd better draw. Otherwise, you're just wastin' my time. My steel horse is waitin' to carry me back west into the sunset.
Judge:
Hmm... One thing seems clear. Despite being responsible for guarding the evidence room, the witness doesn't appear to have seen anything.
Marshall:
Texans don't take orders from anyone. Everyone knows that.
Phoenix:
(Apparently your superiors don't...)
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Officer Marshall. Doesn't it strike you as odd?"
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Phoenix:
(Okay... I have a trump card up my sleeve, so I'd best keep my cool. Before I use it though, I'd better up the ante...)
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall. Doesn't it strike you as odd? That is, you being called in to testify like this?
Marshall:
...
Phoenix:
After all, you weren't in the security room at the time of the crime.
Marshall:
And yet you dragged me down here. Explain yourself, pardner.
Phoenix:
It's quite simple. You left a very large trail behind at the scene. Or, to be exact... a handprint.
Marshall:
Hmph! Listen real good, pardner. Like I said, I'm the caretaker of that crypt. I pay my respects... that is, make my rounds, about once a month. It's only natural my fingerprints would be in there.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
I only wish it were, Officer, but you see... your fingerprints were covered in blood!
Judge:
Witness! What's the meaning of this!? Your bloodstained fingerprints were at the crime scene...!?
Phoenix:
The blood was wiped away. However! A luminol test clearly revealed this! Well, Officer Marshall?
Marshall:
... It seems to me... there ain't a person in this room with a head on his shoulders.
Phoenix:
!
Edgeworth:
I take it you have an explanation then, Officer Marshall? About the "bloodstained" fingerprints?
Judge:
Very well, you may begin your testimony about your fingerprints, found at the scene of the crime!
Witness Testimony
-- Bloodstained Fingerprints --
Marshall:
Like I said, it's only natural for my fingerprints to be in that evidence room.
One of them just happened to be at the same place as the bloodstained handprint.
The murderer touched the locker where my fingerprint was by chance.
The bloodstain and the fingerprint are completely unrelated.
Or didn't you know the murderer was wearing gloves?
See? I had nothing to do with it.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness's explanation appears valid, although there's room for doubt.
Marshall:
Life wouldn't be any fun without any doubt, pardner.
Judge:
The defense may now cross- examine the witness.
Phoenix:
(This guy's hiding something, I can feel it! Now's my chance to prove it.)
Cross Examination
-- Bloodstained Fingerprints --
Marshall:
Like I said, it's only natural for my fingerprints to be in that evidence room.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
That's because you... how did you put it... "pay your respects," once a month?
Marshall:
Yeah, that's right. That, and one more thing... That locker happens to be mine.
Judge:
What!? What do you mean?
Marshall:
I mean what I said. That's the locker I used when I was a detective... the locker I still use. All that's in there now though is a heap of broken dreams.
Phoenix:
I see...
Marshall:
It'd be strange if my prints WEREN'T all over that locker.
Phoenix:
(Apparently his fingerprint data was never changed. He must have been using the fingerprint lock without even knowing it.)
Marshall's Fingerprints updated in the Court Record.
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Marshall:
Are you starting to get the picture, pardner?
Phoenix:
The picture...?
Marshall:
This seal of blood... in the desert, it's just food for the buzzards.
Phoenix:
!
Marshall:
There's only one reality, and that's this.
Phoenix:
(The security tape...)
Marshall:
So long as my trail isn't in there... you can't say otherwise.
Judge:
This isn't getting us anywhere, Mr. Wright. Please consider carefully where you're going with this cross-examination.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Now then, continue your testimony, Officer Marshall.
Add statement:
"Too bad it wasn't me in that video, right, pardner?"
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Marshall:
One of them just happened to be at the same place as the bloodstained handprint.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So then... What about the bloody handprint?
Marshall:
Wasn't mine. It's no mystery.
Judge:
Please explain.
Marshall:
My locker is covered with my fingerprints. It just so happened...
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Marshall:
The murderer touched the locker where my fingerprint was by chance.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The chances of that happening are a million to one!
Marshall:
On the contrary, one could argue just the opposite. The chances of that not happening are a million to one! Get one thing straight, pardner. You ain't gonna get no reward for me with a mere fingerprint. You wanna know why?
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Marshall:
The bloodstain and the fingerprint are completely unrelated.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Unrelated?
Marshall:
They're as different as night and day. Kinda like "cereal" an' "serial." One's got to do with breakfast while the other's a type of murder.
Judge:
He's right... although seemingly alike, they're totally different.
Phoenix:
(I don't see what homonyms have to do with this...)
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Marshall:
Or didn't you know the murderer was wearing gloves?
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
How do you know that!?
Marshall:
I may be a loner, but I still do my job. I keep up on the reports.
Edgeworth:
There was a bloodstain at the scene, thought to be left by the murderer.
Phoenix:
That's right, it was found on Detective Gumshoe's locker.
Edgeworth:
However, no fingerprints were detected on that handprint.
Phoenix:
(Oh yeah, I think we tried that too.)
Judge:
Hmm...So that would mean... the murderer, wearing gloves, happened to place his hand on top of Officer Marshall's fingerprint.
Marshall:
That's the only logical conclusion.
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Marshall:
Are you starting to get the picture, pardner?
Phoenix:
The picture...?
Marshall:
This seal of blood... in the desert, it's just food for the buzzards.
Phoenix:
!
Marshall:
There's only one reality, and that's this.
Phoenix:
(The security tape...)
Marshall:
So long as my trail isn't in there... you can't say otherwise.
Judge:
This isn't getting us anywhere, Mr. Wright. Please consider carefully where you're going with this cross-examination.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Now then, continue your testimony, Officer Marshall.
Add statement:
"Too bad it wasn't me in that video, right, pardner?"
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Marshall:
Too bad it wasn't me in that video, right, pardner?
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
What do you mean by that?
Marshall:
You want to tie me to this crime, isn't that right, pardner?
Phoenix:
...
Marshall:
If so, that video is the only direct evidence you have.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But that video is next to useless! It's full of blind spots!
Judge:
Blind spots?
Phoenix:
Places you can't see! The camera's panning back and forth, the floor isn't shown... If someone was familiar with the camera's position, he could leave the room without being caught on tape!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
We don't have time for your speculations, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright. If you can show us evidence in this video that indicates Officer Marshall was present, please do so now.
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Leads to:
"Very well. Allow me to point out your mistake, Officer Marshall!"
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Phoenix:
(I might be walking right into Officer Marshall's trap. It's better to find out a little more information.)
Edgeworth:
It seems we should be moving back to the testimony.
Judge:
Very well. Officer Marshall, can you please give your testimony again?
Leads back to:
"Like I said, it's only natural for my fingerprints to be in that evidence room."
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Phoenix:
Very well. Allow me to point out your mistake, Officer Marshall!
Edgeworth:
Tread carefully, Mr. Wright, or you might wind up being the one making the mistake.
Judge:
Now then, let's have another look at the video. Show us this incriminating evidence of the witness... Officer Jake Marshall!
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Bringing our attention back to the security camera..."
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
There! How's that for evidence!?
Judge:
...
Marshall:
...
Edgeworth:
Please allow me to apologize for my colleague, Your Honor. He gets carried away sometimes.
Judge:
Yes, well, this certainly isn't a first.
Edgeworth:
Will you forgive him too, Officer Marshall? He's not a bad man, just a bit... disillusioned.
Marshall:
Of course. I'm not one to gun down unarmed boys.
Phoenix:
(Oh great, now Edgeworth is defending me. Guess that means I missed the mark.)
Judge:
Very well, let's get back to the cross-examination.
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Phoenix:
(I can't let him squirm out of this one. I've got to find something, something decisive, to tie Officer Marshall to this crime!)
Phoenix:
Bringing our attention back to the security camera... is a mistake I'm afraid you'll soon not forget, Officer Marshall.
Marshall:
... The days are short in Texas... and so are our tempers. Could you sum up what you have to say in eight words or less?
Phoenix:
Very well. You can clearly be seen in this video!
Marshall:
Exactly eight words... Not bad, pardner.
Phoenix:
The key... lies in a certain locker shown in the video.
Judge:
See this locker that has a white cloth sticking out? This is the witness's locker.
Phoenix:
Now then, let's rewind the video a bit.
Judge:
Oh! The white cloth... it's gone! What's the meaning of this, Officer Marshall!?
Phoenix:
When the crime took place... The white cloth wasn't there. Then... it suddenly appeared! There's only one explanation: Officer Marshall! You were in the evidence room at the time of the crime! What's more, you opened your locker when the camera was turned away!
Judge:
Order! Order! It would seem that's the only-
Marshall:
Hold your horses! Sorry, pardner... but you got the wrong man.
Phoenix:
...
Marshall:
So what if my locker was opened? That doesn't mean I'm the one who opened it!
Edgeworth:
...
Marshall:
The murderer needed to hide something, so he opened a locker and stuck it in. It's not my fault he happened to choose mine!
Judge:
...
Marshall:
... Why's everyone staring at me like I'm a wanted man?
Phoenix:
(This guy isn't just playing dumb... He really doesn't know!) Uh, I hate to rain on your parade, but you're the only person who can open that particular locker.
Marshall:
Oh yeah? I call your bluff. You say I opened that locker... Now prove it!
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"A... "fingerprint" sensor?"
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Phoenix:
Marshall:
... You can talk the talk alright, but you got a long ways to go before you can walk the walk!
Judge:
Mr. Wright... I think even I could prove this one.
Phoenix:
S-sorry, Your Honor... (If that's Officer Marshall's locker... Then only he can open it. I should know this!)
Marshall:
Come on, pardner. A revolver only holds five bullets. The question is, how many you got left?
Leads back to:
"You say I opened that locker... Now prove it!"
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Marshall:
A... "fingerprint" sensor?
Phoenix:
We talked about this earlier today. The lockers can only be opened by the detectives they belong to.
Marshall:
W-what kinda crazy talk is this!?
Phoenix:
(Well, Detective Gumshoe did mention something about this...)
Gumshoe:
In any case, the locks aren't that obvious. There's even some people in the force that don't know about the fingerprint locks!
Phoenix:
So, sheriff! What do you have to say... in eight words or less?
Marshall:
I only got one word for you, pardner. NOOOOOO!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Witness! Explain yourself!
Marshall:
If this is a joke, it's the worst I've ever heard...
Phoenix:
I assure you this is no joke, Officer Marshall. Now then, please tell us what you were doing in the evidence room at the time of the crime?
Marshall:
...
Judge:
Olé! Please answer the question!
Phoenix:
(What is he now, a bullfighter?) That's alright, Officer Marshall. I believe we can figure the rest out from here.
Judge:
We can?
Phoenix:
Have a look at these floor plans. There is no place for someone to hide in the evidence room. Yet, Officer Meekins didn't see Officer Marshall.
Judge:
If that's so, then... where was the witness?
Edgeworth:
It seems Mr. Wright has an answer.
Phoenix:
(That's right. The only possible conclusion!)
Judge:
Well then? Let's hear it. Where was Officer Marshall at the time of the crime?
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Officer Marshall was standing right here!"
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall was standing right here!
Judge:
Hmm... So Officer Meekins didn't notice him standing there... That's almost as credible as Meekins's warp theory.
Marshall:
Your chamber's empty, pardner. Better reload.
Phoenix:
(Now they're ganging up on me!)
Judge:
Perhaps... You should think a little more about where Officer Marshall was.
Phoenix:
(Officer Meekins should have seen him in the evidence room. That means the only place he could have been would be...)
Leads back to:
"Well then? Let's hear it."
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Phoenix:
Officer Marshall was standing right here!
Judge:
There? But that's... That's where the victim, Detective Goodman, was! Correct... unless the man wasn't Detective Goodman. I believe the "victim" in the video is... Officer Marshall! It was you, dressed up like Detective Goodman!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
But that's preposterous! Officer Meekins witnessed the detective at the crime scene! Once he saw the man's face, he'd know for sure!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
May I point out though, that Officer Meekins did not know Detective Goodman. He also testified about the man's reaction when confronted.
Meekins:
When I entered the evidence room, I asked him to show his card, sir!
Phoenix:
Yes? And how did Detective Goodman respond?
Meekins:
He suddenly pulled a knife on me!
Phoenix:
Something about the Officer's story puzzled me. If the man had his ID card, why didn't he just show it?
Judge:
Yes, he would have needed it to enter the evidence room, so he must have been carrying it.
Phoenix:
The answer is simple. He couldn't show it.
Edgeworth:
!
Phoenix:
As you can see, Detective Goodman's picture is on his ID card.
Judge:
Oh, I get it.
Phoenix:
If he showed that, his cover would have been blown! Officer Meekins would have realized the man wasn't Detective Goodman. Do you have anything to say to this, Officer Marshall?
Marshall:
... You've got quite an imagination, pardner. We got a term for that. It's called "circumstantial evidence."
Phoenix:
Circumstantial evidence...? (He's still denying it!)
Marshall:
You're gonna have to do better than that to break a detective. Unless you have hard evidence proving I dressed up as the victim...
Judge:
Hmm... I can't say I particularly care for your uncooperative disposition...
Marshall:
I can't say I care for your beard, but you don't see me complainin'.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Do you have any evidence? Any evidence proving beyond the shadow of a doubt that Officer Marshall dressed up as the victim?
Phoenix:
Well... (Who am I kidding? I don't have anything like that...)
Marshall:
I can see the fear in your eyes, pardner. Seems you're the one who couldn't take the desert heat!
Phoenix:
Ack! (This can't be happening! It's so obvious he's the one! What can I do...?)
Edgeworth:
... Hmph. It looks like your lack of experience has finally been exposed.
Phoenix:
!
Edgeworth:
I'll pass onto you what someone told me when I was just starting out. When you've run into a wall with no place to go, return to the basics.
Phoenix:
The basics... (For me, that would be what Mia used to tell me!)
Nick! Try thinking outside of the box!
Phoenix:
(I shouldn't look for proof that Officer Marshall was in disguise... but rather I should look for evidence that came about because he was in disguise!)
Edgeworth:
Why do you think this locker was opened in the first place?
Judge:
What do you mean?
Edgeworth:
There's no reason for Officer Marshall to open his locker at the time of the crime. Yet he did, despite the chance that it might be discovered later as it has been.
Phoenix:
(Which means he didn't originally plan to open his locker...!)
Judge:
According to the defense's argument, Officer Jake Marshall dressed up as Detective Goodman at the time of the crime. Then, after the crime was "committed," he opened his own locker for some unknown reason.
Edgeworth:
The fact that a white "cloth" is sticking out of the locker seems to indicate that he opened it in order to put the cloth inside.
Judge:
So... just what exactly is this piece of cloth?
Phoenix:
Perhaps... Perhaps the video is the key to all our unanswered questions. (I don't have any evidence, so this video's my only shot!)
Marshall:
...
Judge:
Very well. Let's take yet another look at the security tape. After commiting the crime, the witness opened the locker to put away the white cloth. Please show us why the witness had to open his locker!
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"For some reason, you disguised yourself as Detective Goodman,"
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Well, what do you have to say to that!?
Marshall:
Alright, pardner. You really want to know the reason I had to open my locker?
Phoenix:
Why?
Marshall:
So I could stuff you in there!
Phoenix:
Huh!?
Marshall:
I'm sure the world would be a better place with you sent off to the boneyard.
Edgeworth:
Unfortunately unsolved cases can't be stored in the evidence room.
Phoenix:
(Now I'm an "unsolved case"? Something went wrong in that evidence room... That's why Marshall had to open his locker. The accident itself is the reason! I'd better have another crack at this...)
Leads back to:
"According to the defense's argument, Officer Jake Marshall dressed up as Detective Goodman at the time of the crime."
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Phoenix:
For some reason, you disguised yourself as Detective Goodman, and entered the evidence room. I don't know what that reason was... yet.
Marshall:
"Yet"?
Phoenix:
However, something unexpected happened. Officer Meekins barged in on you. When asked to show your ID card, you pulled a knife on him. However! Officer Meekins panicked, and the white coat you were wearing was soiled with blood!
Judge:
A bloody white coat...
Phoenix:
You couldn't just walk out like that, so you hid the coat in your locker.
Marshall:
... Not bad, huh "pardner"?
Judge:
Now then, Officer Marshall. Are you ready to tell us the truth?
Marshall:
Looks like I underestimated y'all. I hope you're happy now, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
...
Marshall:
Two years ago... if you were only half as persistent then as you are today, we all wouldn't have to be here, now would we?
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall! Tell the court what you did... all of it.
Marshall:
Alright. It seems the time has come.
Witness Testimony
-- Marshall's Confession --
Marshall:
I had to do it that day. I couldn't just stand by and let it die.
I stole the detective's ID and dressed like him. I planned to take out the evidence.
I wasn't expecting Officer Meekins. I knocked him out...
and managed to escape. I knew which areas wouldn't be caught on the camera.
There wasn't any murder in the evidence room at 5:15.
Judge:
So the supposed "victim" was really you...
Edgeworth:
But there's one thing I still don't understand. Large quantities of blood traces were found on the floor of the evidence room. If no one was murdered, then how could that be?
Marshall:
Officer Meekins managed to cut his own hand. My guess is he's the donor.
Phoenix:
(It looked like too much blood for that...)
Cross Examination
-- Marshall's Confession --
Marshall:
I had to do it that day. I couldn't just stand by and let it die.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
When you say "it," you mean...
Marshall:
Do you even have to ask, pardner?
Phoenix:
(The SL-9 Incident...)
Edgeworth:
Two years have passed since that case was closed. It was going to completely end with the transferal that day.
Marshall:
Not if I have anything to do with it. That incident's not over!
Phoenix:
But what did you hope to accomplish by sneaking into the evidence room?
Marshall:
When a case is closed, only the detective who was in charge of it can look through the evidence. I wanted to have a look at it myself one more time... no matter what the cost. I don't care what anyone says, pardner. That case is mine.
Phoenix:
(But Officer Marshall wasn't in charge of that investigation. Why does he care so much about it?)
Marshall:
That day was my last chance. That's why I...
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Phoenix:
Officer Marshall. May I ask you one thing?
Marshall:
Fire away, pardner. It's a free country. Just remember, I'm also free to decide whether or not to answer.
Phoenix:
Why did you do this? Stealing a detective's ID, injuring a police officer... This is no small offense!
Edgeworth:
Moreover, you're an officer yourself. This will have serious consequences. It can't just be forgiven with a simple cut in salary.
Phoenix:
(Not that salary cuts are ever a valid solution...)
Marshall:
... Like I said. This isn't your case. This one is mine. And I'll do anything it takes to get an answer I'm satisfied with.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness has an unusual amount of zeal. Let's hear more.
Add statement:
"I can't just forget the SL-9 Incident... You know why?"
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Marshall:
I stole the detective's ID and dressed like him. I planned to take out the evidence.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
Why did you disguise yourself as Detective Goodman?
Marshall:
If I didn't make it look like Goodman was carrying out the evidence transferal... I'd be arrested for stealing evidence, which wouldn't get me anywhere.
Edgeworth:
So you did it to fool the security camera.
Judge:
And the detective's ID card?
Marshall:
I stole that the morning of the incident.
Phoenix:
(So that really was why Goodman started filling out that lost item report.)
Marshall:
I returned his ID card. I left it on the floor in the Prosecutor's Office parking lot.
Phoenix:
(The ID card I found was left there by Officer Marshall!)
Edgeworth:
So essentially... You managed to succeed despite your lack of foresight.
Marshall:
What do you mean... pardner?
Edgeworth:
I mean the fingerprint- activated lock, of course. No matter how well you disguise yourself, you can't change your fingerprints. Normally, that locker shouldn't have opened.
Phoenix:
(So it opened because a rubber glove was stuck in the door by chance...? Then Detective Goodman must have opened the locker before Officer Marshall!)
| After pressing all other statements
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Phoenix:
Officer Marshall. May I ask you one thing?
Marshall:
Fire away, pardner. It's a free country. Just remember, I'm also free to decide whether or not to answer.
Phoenix:
Why did you do this? Stealing a detective's ID, injuring a police officer... This is no small offense!
Edgeworth:
Moreover, you're an officer yourself. This will have serious consequences. It can't just be forgiven with a simple cut in salary.
Phoenix:
(Not that salary cuts are ever a valid solution...)
Marshall:
... Like I said. This isn't your case. This one is mine. And I'll do anything it takes to get an answer I'm satisfied with.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness has an unusual amount of zeal. Let's hear more.
Add statement:
"I can't just forget the SL-9 Incident... You know why?"
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Marshall:
I wasn't expecting Officer Meekins. I knocked him out...
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
You pulled a knife on Officer Meekins and tried to drive him off?
Marshall:
Let's just say I was a little surprised. I only planned on being in the evidence room for no more than five minutes. I didn't think anyone would actually come in during that short time.
Judge:
Officer Meekins... certainly is a one-in-a- million type of person. Mistaking a detective for an intruder and demanding to be shown his ID...
Edgeworth:
I'll have to think a little more about his raise this year...
Phoenix:
(When did Edgeworth get so much influence...?)
Marshall:
Anyway, he threw himself at me, and I ended up cutting him slightly. I'm sorry it had to turn out that way... with me knocking him out and everything.
Phoenix:
By the way, what happened to your knife?
Marshall:
Oh, you mean this one?
Phoenix:
... (I don't know what to say...)
Judge:
Hmm... So, what happened next?
| After pressing all other statements
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Phoenix:
Officer Marshall. May I ask you one thing?
Marshall:
Fire away, pardner. It's a free country. Just remember, I'm also free to decide whether or not to answer.
Phoenix:
Why did you do this? Stealing a detective's ID, injuring a police officer... This is no small offense!
Edgeworth:
Moreover, you're an officer yourself. This will have serious consequences. It can't just be forgiven with a simple cut in salary.
Phoenix:
(Not that salary cuts are ever a valid solution...)
Marshall:
... Like I said. This isn't your case. This one is mine. And I'll do anything it takes to get an answer I'm satisfied with.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness has an unusual amount of zeal. Let's hear more.
Add statement:
"I can't just forget the SL-9 Incident... You know why?"
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Marshall:
and managed to escape. I knew which areas wouldn't be caught on the camera.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
So you did your research beforehand.
Marshall:
Those who go into the desert unprepared don't live long, pardner. I didn't think it would make a difference though. The security tape is erased every six hours. If all had gone as planned, no footage would have been left.
Edgeworth:
However... You bloodied your coat in your struggle with Officer Meekins.
Marshall:
If someone was in the security room when I came out, the jig would have been up. I opened my locker and stashed it in there.
Phoenix:
What was Officer Meekins doing during that time?
Marshall:
What else? He was sleeping like a baby.
Judge:
So what you're saying is, on that day...
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Phoenix:
Officer Marshall. May I ask you one thing?
Marshall:
Fire away, pardner. It's a free country. Just remember, I'm also free to decide whether or not to answer.
Phoenix:
Why did you do this? Stealing a detective's ID, injuring a police officer... This is no small offense!
Edgeworth:
Moreover, you're an officer yourself. This will have serious consequences. It can't just be forgiven with a simple cut in salary.
Phoenix:
(Not that salary cuts are ever a valid solution...)
Marshall:
... Like I said. This isn't your case. This one is mine. And I'll do anything it takes to get an answer I'm satisfied with.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness has an unusual amount of zeal. Let's hear more.
Add statement:
"I can't just forget the SL-9 Incident... You know why?"
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Marshall:
There wasn't any murder in the evidence room at 5:15.
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But the blood found at the scene certainly indicates a crime took place!
Marshall:
What are you, blind? The "victim" shown on that tape is me, and I'm not dead yet, pardner.
Edgeworth:
So, you stole the evidence from the locker?
Marshall:
Actually... no, I didn't.
Edgeworth:
Why not?
Marshall:
When I opened the locker, the evidence was already gone.
Judge:
What!? Mr. Edgeworth. Where is that evidence?
Edgeworth:
It's still missing, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
(Detective Goodman's locker was already empty... Someone else stole the evidence!)
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Phoenix:
Officer Marshall. May I ask you one thing?
Marshall:
Fire away, pardner. It's a free country. Just remember, I'm also free to decide whether or not to answer.
Phoenix:
Why did you do this? Stealing a detective's ID, injuring a police officer... This is no small offense!
Edgeworth:
Moreover, you're an officer yourself. This will have serious consequences. It can't just be forgiven with a simple cut in salary.
Phoenix:
(Not that salary cuts are ever a valid solution...)
Marshall:
... Like I said. This isn't your case. This one is mine. And I'll do anything it takes to get an answer I'm satisfied with.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness has an unusual amount of zeal. Let's hear more.
Add statement:
"I can't just forget the SL-9 Incident... You know why?"
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Marshall:
I can't just forget the SL-9 Incident... You know why?
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But that case was solved two years ago, wasn't it?
Judge:
That's the reason the evidence was stored in the evidence room.
Edgeworth:
Joe Darke was convicted for those crimes. One thing I can say for sure, he deserved his sentence.
Judge:
I remember the Joe Darke case... It involved serial murders, didn't it?
Marshall:
I don't intend to complain about how it turned out, but there's something that still bothers me. Something went down at that trial. Something no one will talk about.
Judge:
What happened?
Marshall:
I don't know. That's what I'm trying to find out.
Edgeworth:
...
Phoenix:
(Why is he so concerned with that incident? Maybe I should present him with what I think his real reason is...)
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"Officer Marshall, I think I understand."
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Phoenix:
(I had a feeling we'd wind up here sooner or later... Everyone involved here is related in some way to that case... I'd better take another look at the files.)
Phoenix:
Officer Marshall, I think I understand. I think I know why you care so much about the SL-9 Incident.
Marshall:
Sounds like you've been sipping too much cactus juice, pardner.
Phoenix:
I have the SL-9 Incident file here. The name "Marshall" is mentioned in here...
Marshall:
!
Phoenix:
in a list of murder victims. "Neil Marshall"... Are you related to this man?
Edgeworth:
Neil Marshall...?
Marshall:
Yeah, I'm sure you've heard the name. Two years ago... he received the same lousy prosecutor award you got.
Judge:
What!? A prosecutor...?
Phoenix:
(He must be talking about the King of Prosecutors award.)
Edgeworth:
Now I remember... Prosecutor Neil Marshall. He handled the SL-9 case before I did.
Marshall:
That's right. He was killed... and the case fell into your hands.
Judge:
But what's his relation to you...?
Marshall:
He was my brother. He was investigating the murders with Damon Gant, Chief Detective at the time. The group of detectives I was part of worked under them. We were desperate to prosecute the killer. Joe Darke... My brother fought Darke and was killed. That was the first time Darke left behind any evidence. That was all we needed. He was arraigned and incarcerated. The case was finally closed... at least, according to the public records.
Judge:
What do you mean?
Marshall:
My brother couldn't have been killed by Joe Darke. I knew my brother better than anyone... No one could have beaten him in a fight.
Edgeworth:
And that's it? That's your reason for your insane actions?
Marshall:
There's more to my brother's death than what the records say. No matter how much you try to hide it, you can't fool me.
Edgeworth:
...
Judge:
Well... at least one thing's for certain. Now we know what happened at the Police Department on the day of the crime.
Edgeworth:
That was the last day the SL-9 case could be reopened. Not satisfied with its resolution, Officer Marshall planned to steal the evidence.
Phoenix:
Disguising himself as Detective Goodman, he entered the evidence room. Officer Meekins confronted him, so he rendered him unconscious and fled.
Edgeworth:
Yes, this mystery has finally been cleared up. No murder took place at the Police Department that day!
Phoenix:
!
Edgeworth:
The things that happen by chance never cease to amaze... At exactly the same time as the murder at the Prosecutor's Office... this fake murder was going on at the Police Department.
Phoenix:
(Chance...? It's got to be more than just that...)
Judge:
So if no one was murdered at the Police Department on the day of the crime, that means the murder in the Prosecutor's Office's parking lot was the real one.
Edgeworth:
Which, in turn, means... only one person could have committed the crime: Chief Prosecutor Lana Skye.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
B-but wait! A verdict wasn't reached in yesterday's trial!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Which is why we examined the incident at the Police Department today.
Phoenix:
But...!
Edgeworth:
There's only one reason the defendant was not convicted yesterday: there yet remained the mystery of the simultaneous murder at the Police Department.
Marshall:
It seems to me... this boy's got the draw on you, pardner.
Edgeworth:
All the mysteries at the Police Department have been uncovered. No contradictions remain. The murder took place at the Prosecutor's Office! The only suspect is Lana Skye. There were no errors in the testimony of the witness, Angel Starr! If you have a response... make it one word or less.
Phoenix:
... ARRRGHHHH!!!
Edgeworth:
I rest my case.
Judge:
It seems this trial has reached its conclusion. There's no room for doubt.
Edgeworth:
Well done, Mr. Wright. Thanks to you, I didn't need to waste my time... disproving the alleged "murder" at the Police Department.
Phoenix:
(There's no doubt what I proved today is true... The apparent murder on the security camera's tape really was fake! But I didn't realize... that would end up proving Lana guilty!)
Judge:
Now then, the time for the verdict has arrived. This court finds the defendant...
Ema:
Y-your Honor! Wait!
Phoenix:
Ema!
Ema:
The defense has an objection. A scientific objection! Right?
Phoenix:
What do you mean, "right?"
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Are you this girl's guardian?
Phoenix:
Your Honor! Oh, uh... in a sense...
Ema:
Please, Your Honor. All I'm asking is for a minute of your time! Please hear me out! Mr. Edgeworth, please...
Edgeworth:
... I don't want to leave any loose ends. You want a minute? I'll give you three.
Ema:
I... I was kind of in shock. I mean, finding out that the SL-9 incident referred to the Joe Darke Killings!
Phoenix:
(Now that she mentions it... the names of both Skye sisters were in that file.)
Ema:
But that's when I figured it out. I mean, what Officer Marshall was trying to do that day... So I knew his fingerprint had nothing to do with the crime. That left only one thing... the other handprint!
Edgeworth:
You mean the traces of blood found on Detective Gumshoe's locker...
Judge:
But no fingerprints were found on it, right?
Ema:
No, but I figured if I examined it scientifically... I'd be sure to find a clue! So I ran over there and looked at it again!
Phoenix:
! So did you find something?
Ema:
Um... No!
Phoenix:
Huh?
Ema:
Sorry. I guess I'm not much of a scientific investigator after all.
Phoenix:
...
Ema:
...
Phoenix:
Um... Is that all?
Ema:
Please don't be mad. I'm just a high school student!
Phoenix:
(And I'm just an attorney...)
Ema:
But Mr. Wright! Those traces of blood are the only clue we have! If we can't find something wrong with them... Please, Mr. Wright. You're a professional. If anyone can save Lana, it's you!
Phoenix:
Me? Oh boy...
Judge:
Time's up. Now then, Mr. Wright. With regard to the incident at the Police Department... Does any reasonable doubt remain?
Phoenix:
Um...
Edgeworth:
It appears the defense is troubled by the other blood mark. Looking at the floor plans, a handprint was discovered around here. Is there a problem with this?
Ema:
Mr. Wright! I'm sorry I can't be of more use... But still! If you can't find anything wrong with that blood mark, Lana will be...
Judge:
Please answer my question, Mr. Wright. We don't have all day.
Phoenix:
Y-yes, Your Honor. (If ever I've needed to concentrate, it's now! What could be wrong with that handprint on Detective Gumshoe's locker? Could there be something I'm missing...?)
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This handprint left at the crime scene..."
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Phoenix:
(I've got to be honest... I don't see anything wrong with it! Still... If I give up now, Lana's going to be convicted for sure...)
Phoenix:
Leads to:
"This handprint left at the crime scene..."
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Phoenix:
This handprint left at the crime scene... clearly shows a contradiction!
Edgeworth:
The only thing that seems clear is you're grasping, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
You've been staring pretty intently at those floor plans. Tell me... is there a problem with them?
Phoenix:
... (Yes, this is strange...!) Take a good look at these floor plans. Something is missing.
Edgeworth:
"Missing"...? You mean, something hasn't been drawn on there?
Phoenix:
Yes. Something that, when drawn, will completely change the meaning of the blood mark!
Judge:
Let us pray the defense isn't simply trying to buy time. Very well, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(With all this evidence here... there's got to be something I can use!)
Judge:
The question is... which item can prove something is missing in the floor plans?
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"What about that piece of plywood?"
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Phoenix:
Marshall:
As they say back west... "Even a blind man can hit with buckshot." That is... so long as he's facin' the general direction.
Edgeworth:
It seems Mr. Wright's not sure which direction to face.
Phoenix:
(It's no use! The more evidence there is, the more wrong choices!)
Ema:
Just calm down, Mr. Wright. Try and remember what the evidence room was like on the day of the crime!
Phoenix:
(What is it that bothers me about this blood mark..?) Please allow me another chance, Your Honor. I'll prove it this time!
Leads back to:
"Let us pray the defense isn't simply trying to buy time."
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Marshall:
What about that piece of plywood?
Phoenix:
The Blue Badger! Mascot of the police force! Defender of truth, guardian of proof!
Edgeworth:
Explain yourself, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Please look at the floor plans of the crime scene. The Blue Badger is not here.
Marshall:
So?
Phoenix:
So watch what happens when we put him in. This is where he was dancing at the time of the crime. Well...?
Judge:
Well... what?
Edgeworth:
! *gasp!*
Phoenix:
That's right. So long as the Blue Badger is dancing here... it would be impossible... to place a handprint at this spot on the locker!
Marshall:
Whaaaaat!?
Judge:
So that means... Uh... just exactly what does that mean!?
Phoenix:
It means it can't be done!
Judge:
What are you saying? Blood traces were undeniably found on that locker!
Phoenix:
Don't look at me, I didn't put it there!
Ema:
Mr. Wright! Think it through scientifically!
Phoenix:
Ema!
Ema:
On that afternoon... Officer Meekins was the one who brought the Blue Badger to the evidence room, right? After he put it down, it would be impossible to leave a handprint on that locker.
Phoenix:
...! So that must mean this blood mark... was left there before the Blue Badger was brought in...?
Judge:
Just one moment! I will not allow such farfetched balderdash in my courtroom!
Phoenix:
It may sound farfetched, Your Honor... but it's the only possible explanation! On February 21st... in the Police Department's evidence room... blood was spilled not once, but twice!
Edgeworth:
B-but how...!
Phoenix:
One time was captured on this tape, taken by the security camera. Officer Meekins cut his hand, from which a trivial amount of blood fell. The problem is... the "other" time. Someone bled prior to the struggle shown on this tape. It had to have been... Detective Goodman, when he was really murdered!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
That's ridiculous! I refute you!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
The murder portrayed in the security tape has been proven to be a fake. However! That does not explain the blood mark found on the locker!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
So then... assuming this "murder" you purport really happened. When did it take place!? I demand you show evidence that proves it occurred!
Phoenix:
(When did the first incident occur...)
Judge:
To surmise, the defense claims that... prior to Officer Meekins being cut by Jake Marshall, who was disguised as Detective Goodman, another "incident" took place in that evidence room.
Phoenix:
The blood mark on the locker proves this.
Judge:
Very well. Then tell us... When did this "first" incident occur? Proof must be presented.
Phoenix:
(Proof that shows when the murder took place... There's only one piece of evidence that can show that!)
Judge:
Now then. Will the defense please present its evidence? What shows when the "first" crime took place?
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Phoenix:
Leads to:
"If the crime took place inside the evidence room, then the perpetrator would had to have"
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Phoenix:
Phoenix:
This is the proof! It's quite simple, you see.
Edgeworth:
If it's so simple, then don't get it wrong.
Phoenix:
... Huh?
Judge:
If "huh" was an acceptable excuse, we wouldn't need police.
Ema:
The first crime took place before the Blue Badger was brought to the room, right? Say... When was the Blue Badger brought there, anyway?
Phoenix:
Don't we have a time chart among our evidence items that lists the time?
Leads back to:
"(Proof that shows when the murder took place...)"
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Phoenix:
If the crime took place inside the evidence room, then the perpetrator would had to have entered the room. In order to do so, an ID card is required.
Judge:
An ID card... Oh! The ID Card Record!
Phoenix:
Officer Meekins brought the Blue Badger panel into the evidence room at...
Judge:
Let's see here... 4:50 PM. If the crime took place before that time, then it would be... 4:40 PM... Ah! AAAAAAAHHH! M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Miles Edgeworth! Just what have you done!?
Marshall:
I never figured you had nerve, boy.
Edgeworth:
Put off the act, witness. It doesn't take a lot of thought to figure out it couldn't have been me.
Marshall:
Hmm... Nope, I ain't gettin' it...
Judge:
Hmm... I'm afraid I don't understand either.
Edgeworth:
It's clear from the luminol test that blood was there. However, when the "second" crime took place... both Officer Meekins and Officer Marshall failed to notice the blood.
Phoenix:
That means... the blood from the first crime was wiped away... by the real murderer.
Edgeworth:
I would have had just ten minutes to murder the victim, carry his body away, and clean up the blood... Unfortunately that's physically impossible.
Judge:
That would mean... the crime must have taken place before Mr. Edgeworth entered the evidence room.
Phoenix:
Let's look at the chart again. There's only one other card number remaining: "7777777"!
Marshall:
Talk about a lucky number...
Judge:
But wait... That doesn't make sense! How could Officer Goodman have entered the evidence room?
Phoenix:
Since there's no record of his card being used beforehand... he must have entered along with the real murderer. That's the only plausible explanation. He went in with "7777777"!
Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth! Please look into this ASAP! Find out whose ID number is "sevensevensevensevensevensevensevenseven"!
Edgeworth:
That's one "seven" too many, Your Honor. Unfortunately... I'm unable to look up the owner of that ID card. At least, at present.
Phoenix:
What!?
Marshall:
Explain yourself, son.
Edgeworth:
The ID number "7777777" belongs to someone with a rank of Captain or higher... Someone who is a so-called "executive officer." We don't have the authority to inquire into such a person's identity.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
But that's ridiculous! Just how...
Edgeworth:
I'm not finished talking, Mr. Wright. There is one situation in which we can be granted such authority.
Judge:
If an official charge filed against an executive is accepted.
Phoenix:
An "official charge"...
Marshall:
You're all alike, aren't you? With your "cover-ups" and your "forgeries"... That's how the Prosecutor's Office operates!
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
I take pride in my work, Officer Marshall. I would appreciate it if you would keep your slander to yourself.
Marshall:
"Slander," is it? Okay. Let me ask a question.
Edgeworth:
Yes?
Marshall:
No, not to you. To her, the defendant sitting over there. Your own little "executive."
Phoenix:
(L-Lana?)
Edgeworth:
Edgeworth:
Don't be stupid. She's been charged with murder. Of course we've looked up her ID number... and it's not "7777777."
Marshall:
Don't play me for a fool, pardner. That's not what I want to ask. All I want to know is one thing... about that incident.
Judge:
The SL-9 Incident?
Marshall:
Answer me this, Chief Prosecutor! In that trial two years ago... Did you really only use legitimate evidence!?
Edgeworth:
Do you need the witness to repeat his question, Chief Prosecutor?
Lana:
I heard him fine, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth:
Two years ago... I was in charge of the prosecution for that trial. At the time, we...
Lana:
Occasionally... we felt the powerlessness of the law. At least... I did.
Phoenix:
...!
Ema:
L-Lana...
Lana:
I became a prosecutor in order to suppress crime with the law. But before I realized it, we were the ones being suppressed by the law.
Judge:
Defendant! Just what are you saying!?
Marshall:
I'll ask you again, Chief Prosecutor. During that trial two years ago... did you really present all the evidence in court? Can you look me, an investigator in that crime, in the eye and say that you did?
Judge:
Chief Prosecutor! You didn't...
Lana:
... I don't have to, Officer Marshall.
Edgeworth:
! Why don't you answer him!?
Lana:
Drastic crimes require drastic measures... That's just the way it is. We did what we had to... in order for him to get the verdict he deserved.
Ema:
But Lana!
Lana:
Even if it involved "forging" evidence.
Marshall:
See? That's what I'm talking about.
Edgeworth:
No... NNNNOOOOOOO!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order! ORDERRRRR!!!
Lana's remarks caused such a stir... the chaos in the courtroom could not be quelled. The conclusion of the trial... would have to wait until the following day...
To be continued.
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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:
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:
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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Phoenix:
(I think I'd like to try one of the other fingerprints.)
Ema:
Okay, let's move on to a different finger!
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