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Rise from the Ashes
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Episode 5
Rise from the Ashes

Phoenix:
It's been two months since Maya left the office... Two months without a single trial. I've had offers... But none I took. That is... until the day that girl showed up.




February 22, 10:02 AM
Wright & Co. Law Offices

Phoenix:
(Why do I come here to the office every day? It's not like I want to work...)

???:
There you are! Finally! Where have you been!? My sister's trial is tomorrow!

Phoenix:
... ... Um... who are you?

???:
It doesn't matter who I am! It only matters who YOU are! You're the famous defense attorney, Mia Fey!

Phoenix:
...

???:
...

Phoenix:
...

???:
Oh, uh... You're not Mia Fey, are you?

Phoenix:
I'm sorry, but Ms. Mia Fey no longer... works here.

???:
So you are...? The coffee boy?

Phoenix:
I'm Phoenix Wright... A defense attorney.

???:
Wright... Wright... Wait! You're THE Phoenix Wright!? The Phoenix Wright from the Edgeworth murder case!?

Phoenix:
Um, yes, that's correct. (It wasn't Edgeworth who was murdered, though...)

???:
That's a relief then! You're better than nobody!

Phoenix:
I'm sorry... I'm afraid I'm not taking cases right now.

???:
But, you are Phoenix Wright, right? The undefeated defense attorney?

Phoenix:
Look, I'm not accepting any new cases. I'm sorry, but you'll have to try elsewhere.

???:
Please! I'm out of time!

Phoenix:
But...

???:
Please, you have to help! I-it's my sister!

Phoenix:
...! (Maya...? Could it be...?) ... Okay. I'll hear you out.

???:
R-really!? Thank you so much! My name's Ema, Ema Skye. I'm a scientific investigator.

Phoenix:
(Scientific investigator?)








February 22
Detention Center
Visitor's Room

Ema:
...

Phoenix:
(Hmm, I wonder what's wrong with Ema? She got quiet all of a sudden as soon as we arrived.)

???:
Guard... I thought I told you I didn't want visitors.

Guard:
S-s-s-sorry, ma'am! It's j-j-just, your sister...

???:
No excuses! Or did you not want a raise this year, hmm?

Guard:
U-u-u-understood, ma'am!

Phoenix:
(Wh-wh-wh-what was that all about?)

Ema:
H-hi, Lana.

???:
Funny. I seem to remember specifically telling you NOT to come here. Perhaps my memory is failing?

Ema:
L-look... I didn't want to come here either, okay? But your trial's tomorrow and you still don't have a defense attorney!

???:
I'll be the one in court tomorrow. This has nothing to do with you, Ema. Isn't that right, Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
Hey! How do you know me?

???:
Mia mentioned you. I've heard... quite a bit.

Phoenix:
Er, I'm sorry. What exactly is it that you do...?

???:
My name is Lana, Lana Skye.

Lana:
I'm Chief Prosecutor for this district.

Phoenix:
Y-you're a prosecutor!? (Two sisters... one a lawyer. Could this be a coincidence? Ema... Lana... I mean, they're just like...)

Ema:
Is something wrong, Mr. Wright?




(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)

Lana:
Well, Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
E-excuse me?

Lana:
As you can plainly see, I am admitting my guilt. I think it's safe to say... there's no way you can take this case. None.

Ema:
B-but, Lana!

Lana:
...

Ema:
You... you were always this way, weren't you? You never think of anyone but yourself.

Lana:
...!

Ema:
I know you didn't do it, Lana, I know! So... So how can you say you did!?

Lana:
...

Ema:
If I lose you... I'll be all alone! I... I hate you, Lana!

Lana:
... Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
Y-yes?

Lana:
I believe our discussion here is ended. The rest... I leave to you.

Phoenix:
...! Um... you mean, you're requesting my services as your defense?

Lana:
Don't lose any sleep over it. Your client has confessed, after all. The case is over.

Phoenix:
Right... I'll do what I can to get to the bottom of this.

Lana:
...

Phoenix:
(Lana has confessed to the crime, yes... But something doesn't fit. It's that look in Ema's eyes. There's something else going on here... and I'm going to find out what!)




(Wright & Co. Law Offices)

Ema:
I'm sorry, Mr. Wright.

Phoenix:
Huh? About what?

Ema:
My sister... She's not always like that you know.

Phoenix:
... I just never expected to be defending another prosecutor again.

Ema:
She's changed a lot. She used to be so gentle, always smiling. Everybody liked her.

Phoenix:
I see... (Sorry, but I'm having trouble imagining that.) What happened to her?

Ema:
I don't know for certain myself... I think maybe she... Well, maybe not.

Phoenix:
(Sounds like there's something there that defies a simple scientific explanation.) Let's go check out this underground parking at the Prosecutor's Office, shall we?

Ema:
O-Okay!





February 22
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot

Phoenix:
So this is the lot where it all happened?

Ema:
Looks like they're still investigating...

Phoenix:
(Funny that my first visit to the Prosecutor's Office should be like this...)

Ema:
Hey everyone! Keep up the good work!

Phoenix:
H-hey! What are you thinking?

Ema:
Well, they are going to be my coworkers three years from now after all. No harm in saying hello...

Phoenix:
Actually, there is. You know attorneys aren't supposed to examine crime scenes?

Phoenix:
I'm trying to not stand out too much, here, see?

???:
Hey there! You 'specting to go unnoticed here, pardner?

Ema:
P-Pardner?

???:
What do we have here? Looks like a bambina got loose from the ranch and is up to no good! Folks gotta learn to keep them dogies tied down, pardner.

Ema:
M-Mr. Marshall!

Phoenix:
(Marshall? Looks more like a sheriff to me...)

???:
Lookie here, bambina. I know how you feel. But this is my gang's gold strike, see?

Ema:
Strike...?

???:
This is our claim, our territory. And the goldmine is... evidence. If you're fixin' to mess with what's ours... You'll regret it, pardner! You know what dreams the cacti out in the desert dream? You want to?

Phoenix:
(What's this guy talking about!?)

???:
You head along home now. Happy trails, bambina!

Phoenix:
...

Ema:
...

Phoenix:
Was that uh, hombre, a friend of yours?

Ema:
Uh... kind of... sort of... Yeah. He's a detective.

Phoenix:
(Who thinks he's a sheriff from the Wild West it seems.)




(Examining Wallet and right side leads to:)

???:
Excuse me? Were you two all set?

Ema:
Us?

Phoenix:
(What's this? She couldn't be...)

Ema:
Y-you're selling lunches? Here? This is a crime scene!

???:
Hello! Half n' Half, was it?

Ema:
Oh. Uh, thanks.

???:
And you, sir?

Phoenix:
Y-yes?

???:
Some Crunchy Goodness coming at you!

Phoenix:
Uh... thanks. (Interesting way of doing business.)

???:
This area is off limits to anyone without clearance. Especially passers-by. Or are you officers?

Ema:
Uh... no, but you... You don't exactly look like the type to have clearance.

???:
Well, that's hardly a way to greet someone! Even if my days as the "Cough-up Queen" are over...

Phoenix:
C-cough-up? Huh?

Ema:
You know, I'm feeling kind of full. Maybe I'll pass on lunch...

???:
I'm quite connected to this case, you see. The images are burned into my eyes, you might say. Yes, all the sordid secrets...

Ema:
Secrets...?

???:
Dear me. You are a slow one, aren't you? I'm referring to the murder. The stabbing of that detective.

Phoenix:
Whaaaat!?


Lana:
A witness clearly saw me committing the crime.


Ema:
You mean you're the witness my sister was talking about?

Phoenix:
Please! Cough-up Queen! Tell us what happened!

Angel:
The name is Angel Starr. Don't you go forgetting it. Or before you know it I'll have you whimpering at my heels.

Phoenix:
Y-y-yes, ma'am! (Yipes! She means it!)





(Wright & Co. Law Offices)





February 22
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202

Ema:
This... this is quite the place.

Phoenix:
You can say that again.

Ema:
But, you know Mr. Wright, you could do your office up like this too! All you need is money and a little design sense...

Phoenix:
I'm not doing so well in either of those areas.

Ema:
In any case, it looks like the prosecutor is out.

Phoenix:
Let's come back later.

 




(Prosecutor's Office - Underground Parking Lot)







February 22
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202

Ema:
This is the kind of room that just screams "I can do the job." Quite a change from your office, really.

Phoenix:
Thanks.

Ema:
Look, look! There's a trophy or something here!

Phoenix:
(A trophy? What, that shield?)

Ema:
It takes real nerve to display stuff like this. Whoever's office this is, he must be a real stuck-up jerk!

???:
Mr. Phoenix Wright... You never tire of prying into other people's business, do you?

Phoenix:
(That voice...!) Long time, no see, Edgeworth.

Ema:
Huh? Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! M-M-Mr. Edgeworth!

Phoenix:
...! You know him from somewhere?

Ema:
O-of course! I'm his biggest fan! My sister introduced us once, and...

Phoenix:
(Right... her sister was the Chief Prosecutor, after all.)

Edgeworth:
Well? What brings you here? I'll warn you... I've been known to be a real stuck-up jerk...

Ema:
N-no! Did I...? No! It was just, Mr. Wright here, he...

Phoenix:
Hey! Don't blame me!

Ema:
W-we're just here to investigate a murder case!

Edgeworth:
Murder...?

Ema:
A body was found in this nasty, bright red sports car in the parking lot...

Edgeworth:
Hmm? That would be my car. What of it?

Ema:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaa!? Y-y-y-your car!?

Phoenix:
(I'll say one thing, she certainly can scream.)





???:
Um...! Excuse me! But is Mr. Edgeworth, uh... anywhere on the premises?

Edgeworth:
I'm Edgeworth. What is it?

Officer:
I'm here, sir, at the request of the Chief, sir! I've got your report, sir!

Edgeworth:
Report? What? Did you find new evidence in the case against Chief Prosecutor Skye!?

Phoenix:
(I don't like the way this conversation is going at all...)

Officer:
Er... Skye, sir? No, sir! No name of that kind, sir! Not in this report, sir!

Edgeworth:
...!

Phoenix:
(I think I just heard Edgeworth's lid blow.)

Ema:
Mr. Edgeworth's lid isn't on very tight, is it?

Edgeworth:
I made a clear request to the Police Department, did I not? I need to focus on the trial tomorrow, so don't bring me anything unrelated!

Officer:
Sir! But, but sir! I'm just following orders, sir! They told me to bring this to you! I wasn't aware of the peculiars of your arrangement with us, sir!

Edgeworth:
Give me your name!

Meekins:
U-uh, yes... yes, Sir! M-M-Meekins, sir. Officer Meekins!

Edgeworth:
Right. Officer Meekins? Take your report and leave. And good luck with that raise next month.

Meekins:
*whimper* B-but, sir, I d-didn't know!

Phoenix:
(Poor guy. Looks like he was absent on the day they gave out brains and good luck.)

Edgeworth:
Wright.

Phoenix:
Y-yes, sir!? (Gah! He caught me off guard!)

Edgeworth:
As you can see, I'm busy. You may leave now.

Ema:
L-let's do as he says, Mr. Wright!

Edgeworth:
The victim was a detective from the same department as that patrolman just now. Go down to the Police Department. You can ask more there.

Phoenix:
U-uh... Thanks. (He seems to have finally calmed down at least.)







(Prosecutor's Office - Underground Parking Lot)






February 22
Police Department
Entrance

Ema:
Whew... We're finally here. Why would they put the detectives so far away from the Prosecutor's Office?

Phoenix:
That took almost 30 minutes by taxi... and traffic wasn't even that bad. This is my first time to the Police Department, actually. ? Hold on, what's that?

Ema:
Disturbing! Why does it undulate like that?

Phoenix:
Oh, wait I know. This is the "Blue Badger." They're trying to make him the police mascot.

Ema:
Wow, Mr. Wright! You know a lot about the Police Department! Still, he does seem familiar, somehow...

Phoenix:
Forget the Blue Badger! Who's that next to him!?

Ema:
Someone appears to be... dancing with the Blue Badger... Uh oh. He noticed me.

Phoenix:
He sure is running over here fast...

Gumshoe:
H-h-h-hey, pal! W-w-w-what're you doin' here!?

Phoenix:
That's my line, Detective Gumshoe. Specifically, why were you dancing over there?

Gumshoe:
What!? Um, well...

Phoenix:
(Well, at least he doesn't seem to be busy. This is our chance to get information!)

Gumshoe:
Hey! I'll have you know I'm a very busy man, pal.




(Examining Blue Badger and clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)

Gumshoe:
... And that's all I know about that. I'm not officially on the case, you know.

Ema:
Thank you!

Phoenix:
Why aren't you handling the case, Detective Gumshoe? We met the guy who is... what was his name? The guy in the parking lot...

Gumshoe:
That'd be Officer Marshall. He was appointed directly by the Chief of Police...

Phoenix:
Officer Marshall... Is he some kind of Wild West sheriff or something?

Gumshoe:
No, Jake Marshall's just a regular officer... From West LA.

Phoenix:
For a moment there, I wasn't sure.

Gumshoe:
Look, pal, let me try to make things a little easier for you. Show them this and they'll let you examine the crime scene... maybe.

Letter of Introduction from Detective Gumshoe added to the Court Record.

Phoenix:
(I'll be surprised if this gets us anywhere...)

Gumshoe:
Just act like you're supposed to be there, and nobody will look at you twice, pal!






February 22
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot

Phoenix:
(Looks like the investigation is still going...)

???:
I have to be getting back to the shop...

???:
Sorry... Looks like I'll be stuck in this pit 'til the sun sleeps.

???:
I'll see you in my dreams tonight, then, baby.

Angel:
Oh! Still here?

Ema:
Ah, h-hello.

Angel:
Why the surprised looks? Didn't I mention...? I've got a boyfriend in Criminal Affairs, too.

Phoenix:
(What happened to the security guard!?)

Marshall:
Hey! What's wrong, bambina? You're lookin' like a dogie that's lost its herd!

Phoenix:
(Jake Marshall... Strange guy to put in charge of a crime scene.)




Phoenix:
Would you mind reading this for me?

Marshall:
What's this? I warn you, fan letters to me go right in the spittoon!

Phoenix:
It's a letter of introduction from Detective Gumshoe. May we investigate?

Marshall:
Gumshoe...? Ah, that old cowdog? Hmm... He holding a birthday party or something?

Phoenix:
Huh?

Marshall:
Look, where it should say letter of "introduction"... It says "invitation."

Phoenix:
Ah... I think he just miswrote it. (Great, Detective Gumshoe. I owe you one...)

Marshall:
No worries. This proves it's from Detective Gumshoe, better than a blood test. Guess I'd better let you in, then.

Ema:
Th-thank you, Officer Marshall!

Phoenix:
(Officer Marshall isn't a "detective"... he's a "patrolman"... That reminds me of something...)

Ema:
That is odd! Isn't a crime scene supposed to be handled by a detective or higher?

Marshall:
Well, folks. The clues are calling! Welcome to our gold strike. Be like the settler! Strike out for lands unknown! Manifest Destiny! Let's have a hootenanny!

Ema:
Note to self: police investigations are like settling land. Well, Mr. Wright, what do you say!?

Phoenix:
(I say I won't be needing this anymore...)

Detective Gumshoe's Letter of Introduction crumpled and discarded.





(Examining Cell phone and Trunk and clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)

Ema:
So, well, how are we doing, Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
I guess we got some clues... We have an autopsy report, a note from the victim, and a cell phone...

Ema:
So... you think we'll be okay?

Phoenix:
Well, the only thing still bothering me is that Lana is confessing to the crime. She says she did it!

Ema:
No problem! I can guarantee that she's not the criminal.

Phoenix:
Oh by the way, Ema?

Ema:
Yes?

Phoenix:
I know that song your phone plays when it rings...

Ema:
What...?

Cellular:
...

Cellular:

*beep*

Phoenix:
It's the Steel Samurai theme song, isn't it? That popular TV show... for kids?

Ema:
...!

Phoenix:
The phone that just rang wasn't mine... it was yours. At 5:18, just after the murder took place... Your sister called you, didn't she, Ema?

Ema:
I...I'm sorry!

Phoenix:
Can you tell me what you talked about?

Ema:
I... She hung up right away.

Phoenix:
I see...

Cell Phone added to the Court Record.

Phoenix:
(A detective is murdered, and the suspect is the top prosecutor in the district. I've got a bad feeling about this... Like... maybe I still don't know everything that went on here...)  

To be continued.




February 23, 9:34 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2

Lana:
How did the investigation go yesterday, Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
Frankly, there are still a lot of... gray areas.

Ema:
Or rather, the whole thing is one big gray area...

Lana:
Don't worry about me, no matter what the outcome. I'm ready to accept my fate.

Ema:
I believe in you, sis.

Lana:
Mr. Wright, let me offer you a word of advice.

Phoenix:
Yes?

Lana:
A defense attorney should never "believe" their client.

Ema:
...!

Lana:
The defendant is called to trial because they are suspected of wrongdoing! Never forget that.

Phoenix:
Ms. Skye, you... You remind me a lot of Mia. But there is one decisive difference between you and her.

Lana:
And that is?

Phoenix:
You're not a defense attorney.

Lana:
... I believe it's almost time for the trial. Good luck, Mr. Wright.

Phoenix:
(My first trial without a Fey helping me... No one's going to bail me out this time... I'll be alone in there... So I have to discover the truth all by myself!)

Ema:
Let's do it, Mr. Wright! I'll be with you the whole way!




February 23, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 9

Judge:
The court is now in session for the trial of Ms. Lana Skye.

Phoenix:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.

Edgeworth:
The prosecution has been ready for a while, Your Honor.

Phoenix:
(Edgeworth... I haven't been in court since Edgeworth's trial... It's been a while now.)

Edgeworth:
I hope that personal feelings will not be a part of the proceedings today, Mr. Wright.

Phoenix:
...!

Edgeworth:
I will choose the path I think is right, regardless of what those around me might say. The judgment to be made here is in our hands, not those of anyone else.

Judge:
Very well, Mr. Edgeworth, your opening statement please.

Edgeworth:
Chief Prosecutor Lana Skye has committed an unpardonable crime. Not only this, but she was rash enough to commit it in the Prosecutor's Office lot!

Ema:
Wow... He's much more forceful in person. I suddenly feel like confessing to everything!

Edgeworth:
However, she will now pay for her rashness with her life. There was a witness to her crime... A "professional" witness!

Judge:
Well then, call your first witness, Mr. Edgeworth!

Edgeworth:
The prosecution calls its first witness, Ms. Angel Starr, to the stand.

Phoenix:
(The "Cough-up Queen"...?)

Judge:
Hmm? Haven't I seen you somewhere...?

Angel:
You ordered the Caviar Lunch, right?

Judge:
Ho ho! Caviar! I've never eaten caviar before!

Phoenix:
(The judge is really wolfing it down...)

Angel:
Ah, and for you... I have a Fiesta Bowl.

Phoenix:
Uh... thanks.

Edgeworth:
Will the witness state her name and profession?

Angel:
Ah, and you, sir... Did you order "The Fingerprint" lunchbox?

Edgeworth:
It is too early for lunch. Your name and profession, please.

Angel:
... Well, Your Honor? How does it taste?

Judge:
So this is why everyone raves about caviar! It's so tasty it hurts! I always thought caviar would taste like pickled tapioca.

Phoenix:
(What the heck does pickled tapioca taste like!?)

Edgeworth:
Name. Profession. Now.

Angel:
Me? The name is Angel Starr. Don't go forgetting it. I find myself running Lunchland these days. Is... that what you wanted me to say, Mr. Edgeworth?

Edgeworth:
Very well, witness. Please describe the incident to us.

Judge:
The prosecution will wait! I'm not finished eating...

Phoenix:
(Hurry it up!)

Judge:
Mmmm... Very well, Mr. Edgeworth. As you know, we usually call on the police to provide a description of the crime...

Angel:
Your Honor, as Mr. Edgeworth has said to the court... I am a... "professional."

Judge:
Uh... Huh? What exactly does that mean?

Edgeworth:
Until two years ago, Ms. Angel Starr was a special investigator with the police. She was a first-rate homicide detective.

Ema:
Wh-whaaaat!? Ms. Starr was a detective!?

Judge:
... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-hah! I-I know who you are!!! Cough-up...!?

Angel:
Cough-up Queen Angel Starr, Your Honor. Long time no see.

Judge:
V-v-very well! Y-you may continue with the description, Ms. Starr!

Phoenix:
(Just who is this lady!?)

Angel:
If I might have the court's attention over here... The parking lot at the Prosecutor's Office is divided into two blocks. A Block is for the Prosecutor's Office personnel. B Block is for visitors and clients... A chain divider separates the two blocks.

Judge:
I suppose that's to keep visitors from taking up prosecutor's spaces, yes.

Angel:
The crime took place by a car in the back of A Block, in the car's trunk. The killer stabbed the victim with a knife and went to drive the body out. Unfortunately for her there was a witness, and an arrest was made on the spot.

Judge:
And who was this valiant "witness"...?

Angel:
Why, it was me, Your Honor.

Floor Plans added to the Court Record.

Judge:
Witness, did you see the very moment of the crime?

Angel:
Of course, Your Honor. Immediately after that, I apprehended the Chief Prosecutor.

Judge:
Hmm... It seems rather cut and dry, doesn't it? Well, Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
Uh... I can't agree on principle, Your Honor.

Angel:
It seems that some poor losers are unwilling to accept the truth, Your Honor. Shall I proceed to crush what little hope they have remaining?

Judge:
If you can... Then give them your worst, Ms. Starr!

Phoenix:
(Wait, are they talking about me...!?)




Witness Testimony
- - Witness's Account - -

Angel:
Somehow, I always knew a day like this would come.
I was on my way to deliver a lunchbox to my boyfriend...
When I sensed something... perhaps it was my finely-honed detective instincts working.
Then, through a wire fence, I saw the chief prosecutor standing next to a garish car.
The chief prosecutor was holding a knife in her right hand....
Then, she thrust the pointy tip of the knife into Detective Goodman's chest!

Judge:
Hmm... Bringing a lunchbox to your boyfriend? How touching!

Edgeworth:
Hmph. As you can see... There is no room for doubt.

Judge:
The key "point" of your testimony seems to be nothing other than... the point of the knife which you saw being stabbed into Detective Goodman!

Angel:
So... how does it feel to be so utterly crushed?

Phoenix:
I... I'm still thinking about that.

Ema:
I-it's merely a flesh wound, Mr. Wright!

Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. You may cross-examine the witness.




Cross Examination
- - Witness's Account - -

Angel:
Somehow, I always knew a day like this would come.


Angel:
I was on my way to deliver a lunchbox to my boyfriend...


Angel:
When I sensed something... perhaps it was my finely-honed detective instincts working.


Angel:
Then, through a wire fence, I saw the chief prosecutor standing next to a garish car.


Angel:
The chief prosecutor was holding a knife in her right hand....



Angel:
Then, she thrust the pointy tip of the knife into Detective Goodman's chest!



Angel:
The murder was planned! The rubber gloves prove it!



Ema:
I-it's only a flesh wound, Mr. Wright! We can make it!

Phoenix:
You said that before. Anything else?

Ema:
Scientifically speaking... Ms. Starr's testimony... is flawless.

Phoenix:
(Sounds pretty fatal to me.)

Ema:
Wh-what do we do!? Is this it? Is my sister guilty!?

Phoenix:
Let's just keep our heads cool and press the witness a bit, shall we? (For some reason, having her panicking next to me makes me calmer...)

Ema:
D-don't smile like that!




Phoenix:
Witness, do you know what this is?

Angel:
Are you trying to test me? I sell box lunches for a living, you know. That's a knife. THE knife. The knife that was in Mr. Edgeworth's trunk!

Edgeworth:
Indeed, it is my knife.

What's with this case!?

The bloody murder weapon a red car... all belonging to the prosecutor there!?

The defendant is the chief prosecutor for the district, right?

Mommy, are prosecutors bad people?

Phoenix:
The defense has a request. We ask that the witness provide an ACCURATE testimony.

Angel:
What's that, Rookie?

Phoenix:
In your testimony... You stated that Lana Skye planned this murder. And that's why she was wearing those special gloves.

Judge:
Seems like a natural conclusion to me! The gloves do indicate planning...

Phoenix:
However! Why would she not also prepare the most important thing... the murder weapon!?

Angel:
Oh.

Phoenix:
This knife just happened to be in the trunk of that car. Ladies and gentlemen, if you're going to plan a murder, you don't forget the weapon!

Angel:
Ugh... Woooooooorrrgh!

Judge:
Order! Order! Order!

Phoenix:
(Great! Now the tide is turning in our favor!)

Ema:
Great show, Mr. Wright! My sister's as good as free!

Edgeworth:
Wright. I believe the next lunch you'll be eating is... humble pie!

Phoenix:
W-what!?

Edgeworth:
I hope you weren't deluding yourself into thinking that the "tide has turned." Not over such a trifling detail!

Phoenix:
B-but this shoots a hole in the whole premeditated theory!

Edgeworth:
Bah! The prosecution could care less if it was premeditated or not. The only one who seems to care is that lunchlady over there.

Angel:
!

Edgeworth:
The defendant, Lana Skye, murdered a detective with a knife. That is the only thing the prosecution need prove. Nothing else.

Angel:
Very good, Mr. Prosecutor... I suppose you think you're clever now? But you know as well as I do that she planned on killing him! It was planned! If it wasn't, why would she have been wearing...

Judge:
I believe I'd like to hear your testimony again.

Edgeworth:
Witness, please tell us only what you "saw," not what you "thought."

Angel:
How dare you! My powers of deduction are not to be underestimated!

Phoenix:
(Really now...)




Witness Testimony
- - Angel's Deduction - -

Angel:
Lana Skye intended to murder Detective Goodman!
That's why she called the victim all the way to the Prosecutor's Office.
I'm sure the Chief Prosecutor had a grudge against the victim.
Nothing else could drive that human machine to plunge the knife in again and again...

Judge:
The victim was summoned from the Police Department to the Prosecutor's Office.. It does sound a lot like premeditation, doesn't it!?

Ema:
So, if I order pizza, does that mean I'm planning to kill the delivery boy?

Judge:
In any case, the defense may now cross-examine the witness.




Cross Examination
- - Angel's Deduction - -

Angel:
Lana Skye intended to murder Detective Goodman!


Angel:
That's why she called the victim all the way to the Prosecutor's Office.


Angel:
I'm sure the Chief Prosecutor had a grudge against the victim.


Angel:
Nothing else could drive that human machine to plunge the knife in again and again...



Angel:
Her red muffler looked like blood to me... that's how ghastly the whole scene was.



Phoenix:
(Ms. Starr has turned out to be as short-tempered as she looked when we met her. Challenging her abilities as a detective really set her off!)

Ema:
The short wick burns out the fastest! It's a scientific fact!

Phoenix:
I wonder... wouldn't it depend on the size of the candle? I mean, add more wax and even a really short wick will burn longer...

Ema:
... Obviously, more scientific testing is required!




Phoenix:
Ms. Starr! I demand an explanation...

Edgeworth:
Objection
The witness is clearly not suited for detective work.

Angel:
W-what!?

Edgeworth:
The suspect was not wearing a scarf or muffler of any kind when she stabbed the victim. And you've proved it yourself! With this photograph!

Angel:
Huh? B-but that... That can't be!

Edgeworth:
Only a true professional could be so clueless. I'm sure you'll make a good lunchlady, have no fear.

Judge:
Hmm! Harsh words! But good!

Ema:
In the end, Mr. Edgeworth prevails!

Phoenix:
(What was my objection, chopped liver!?)

Angel:
B-but it was there, a scarf, no, not that, but something red! Really!

Edgeworth:
Well now, where were we? The witness has given us an entertaining interlude, now back to business.

Angel:
Wh-what!?

Judge:
Very well, witness, continue your testimony. You saw the crime, and apprehended the suspect... Tell us about that.

Angel:
...... Very well. I do remember some things accurately, at least.

Phoenix:
(Ultimately, we couldn't shake the most important part of her testimony.)

Ema:
The most important part...?

Phoenix:
The part where your sister stabs the victim! (This next testimony might just be the moment of truth!)




Witness Testimony
- - Apprehending the Suspect - -

Angel:
After the murder, the suspect attempted to run behind a partition off to her side.
I quickly caught her, explained her rights to her, and arrested her on the spot.
Ah, yes. When I arrested her, she mentioned the muffler!
That's what had me confused in my earlier testimony!
The chief prosecutor made to escape, but against Angel Starr, resistance is futile!

Judge:
You are quite determined about this scarf, aren't you?

Angel:
I strike like a snake and bite like a cobra! That's me. Angel Starr.

Phoenix:
That wasn't a very good metaphor. First of all, a cobra is a kind of snake.

Angel:
Don't bother me with details, unless you want to get bitten!

Phoenix:
N-no thanks!

Ema:
Note to self: Attorney Wright gets bitten by snake.

Angel:
The chief prosecutor tried to resist, but her efforts were in vain. She knocked my hands aside, kicked over an oil drum...

Phoenix:
O-oil drum? (Hard to imagine...)

Angel:
Oh, she's beautiful, but deadly! A predator, this one! A leopard woman! Rowr!

Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright. Your cross-examination, if you will.




Cross Examination
- - Apprehending the Suspect - -

Angel:
After the murder, the suspect attempted to run behind a partition off to her side.


Angel:
I quickly caught her, explained her rights to her, and arrested her on the spot.


Angel:
Ah, yes. When I arrested her, she mentioned the muffler!


Angel:
That's what had me confused in my earlier testimony!


Angel:
She gave up trying to use the phone on the wall and just used her cell phone!



Angel:
The chief prosecutor made to escape, but against Angel Starr, resistance is futile!


Phoenix:
(So Ms. Skye tried to run?)

Ema:
I'm sorry my sister is so suspicious, Mr. Wright...

Phoenix:
Not as sorry as I am.

Ema:
But she didn't do it! You have to believe me!




Phoenix:
I have to conclude that you have a personal grudge against Ms. Lana Skye.

Edgeworth:
Objection
The witness is a former detective. Her testimony is unmarred by personal bias.

Angel:
Well, who would have thought you would be my knight in shining armor, prosecutor? You who, together with the chief prosecutor, kicked me out two years ago!

Edgeworth:
...

Phoenix:
Well, Ms. Starr... This is a fatal contradiction with your testimony... How do you explain this?

Angel:
Hmph! I don't know what you're talking about. Mess with me... and I'll make you cough it ALL up!

Phoenix:
Ahem. Let's look at the floor plans. You said you witnessed the crime from this point. However, if that's true... You couldn't possibly have seen Ms. Skye making that phone call!

Angel:
...!

Phoenix:
I believe you see what I'm getting at. That emergency phone was on the back side of this partition. If, indeed, you were in B Block... You couldn't have seen it!

Angel:
Wha... Waaaaaaaaaaarrrgh!

Judge:
Order! Order! What is the meaning of this?

Phoenix:
It's simple, Your Honor. She's not coughing up lunch...  she's coughing up lies!!!

Angel:
Grrr!

Edgeworth:
Objection
That's quite a claim, Mr. Wright... perhaps you will allow me a question? Tell us exactly what lie this witness has told the court!

Phoenix:
(Here's where the counterattack begins! I can't afford to get this wrong!) The witness lied about...




Phoenix:
She tried to use the emergency phone... but it was out of order. What is significant about this fact? Nothing. It would be pointless for her to lie about it!

Judge:
Pointless to lie... I see!

Phoenix:
The witness did actually see Ms. Skye using the emergency phone. In other words... Ms. Starr witnessed the crime from a different location!

Edgeworth:
Objection
A different location!? Now that's a pointless lie if I ever heard one!

Phoenix:
Objection
Before you call my lie pointless... at least let me tell it!

Judge:
Let me ask a question to our clever wordsmith, Mr. Wright. Just where was the witness when she saw the crime!?

Phoenix:
(All the testimony we've heard until now points in one direction...) The place from where Ms. Starr witnessed this crime was... here!


Phoenix:
This is the only place where she could have been.

Judge:
The security guard room?

Edgeworth:
Indeed, the security room in the underground parking lot is well positioned... It's built on the second level, so you can see the entire lot.

Judge:
Hmm... She would have been able to see the emergency phone from there. But why there? There are many other places where she could have seen the phone.

Phoenix:
Not in this case, Your Honor. The witness, not being part of the Prosecutor's Office, couldn't park in A Block. The only place where she could have seen the crime and the back of the partition is here. I remember in your testimony, you said... You brought a lunch to your "boyfriend" in the security guard room, yes? Well, Ms. Starr?

Angel:
... How many years have I been getting the better of men...? To think that the tables could be turned... Today, a man has got the better of Angel Starr!

Judge:
Order! Order! Witness! What have you done!? You used to be a detective! You should know better!

Angel:
I'm not turning back. The guilty will be punished. And I'll do what I must to make sure justice prevails.

Phoenix:
(The guilty... is she talking about Ms. Skye...?)

Ema:
Um, Mr. Wright? Doesn't this strike you as odd? Why did Ms. Starr lie? It doesn't make sense!

Phoenix:
Huh?

Ema:
She could have just said she saw the crime from the security guard station. It wouldn't change anything!

Edgeworth:
Exactly! This photograph tells all! It was the defendant who stabbed the victim! That truth still stands!

Phoenix:
Objection
It "still stands"? I disagree, Mr. Edgeworth.

Edgeworth:
Wh-what!?

Phoenix:
If a witness is found to be lying, they're guilty of perjury. She knows this. She wouldn't risk that without a good reason!

Judge:
So, tell us what her reason was, Mr. Wright!

Phoenix:
... Huh? M-me?

Judge:
Who else!?

Ema:
Mr. Wright! Let's review what we know!

Phoenix:
(Ms. Starr witnessed the crime from the security guard station... But she lied and said she saw it from B Block... It must make a vital difference... but what? What would change...?)




Phoenix:
It changes the distance between her and the scene of the crime!

Edgeworth:
Objection
My condolences, Mr. Wright... But one look at the floor plans and it's quite clear. The distance between the scene of the crime and the guard station is 30 feet. I don't see how that would change what she could see.

Phoenix:
Objection
What she saw is not in question here. What matters is the time it would take her to reach the scene of the crime!

Edgeworth:
...!

Phoenix:
Ms. Starr! You witnessed the crime from the security guard station! Now, how long did it take you to go from there... to the scene of the crime, where you arrested Ms. Skye!?

Angel:
...

Judge:
Well, witness?

Angel:
You...

Phoenix:
Y-yes...?

Angel:
You ordered the Squid Wheels, right?

Phoenix:
(The quality of my lunches has gone from low to inedible.)

Angel:
I was bringing a PB&J lunch with fresh boysenberry jam to my boyfriend.

Judge:
Hmm... Boysenberry for the boyfriend!

Angel:
He wasn't in the station, so I waited. I witnessed the crime from the glass-walled station... and before I knew what I was doing, I found myself running towards the scene. But... the door was locked. I couldn't open it. That's why I had to go through the visitor's parking in B Block.

Judge:
That's quite a detour.

Angel:
It probably took me at least five minutes to get to the scene of the crime.

Judge:
F-f-f-five minutes!? Hmm... This changes things considerably!

Angel:
But, it was that woman over there in the defendant's chair who stabbed him! I know it! I have photographic evidence! I swear it... I swear it on my finest plastic spork!

Judge:
You have a point. And the spork is a wonderful invention.

Angel:
Would you like another Caviar Lunch...?

Judge:
Absolutely!

Phoenix:
(Uh oh...)

Ema:
Mr. Wright! You have to do something!

Phoenix:
(Do I have any evidence to stop this...?)



Phoenix:
Objection
Five minutes between the witnessing of the murder and the arrest! Think about it! You could make pasta in that amount of time! If you like it al dente!

Angel:
I've got lunchboxes that tie pasta into knots, Rookie!

Phoenix:
A five minute "blank"... Isn't that strange!?

Edgeworth:
Strange...?

Phoenix:
If you were a criminal... What would you do with five minutes, Your Honor?

Judge:
Well, um... I guess I'd flee the scene. Hey! D-don't get the wrong idea! I didn't kill anyone...

Phoenix:
But you have the instincts of a killer! You would run! But this time was different! Ms. Skye dawdled at the scene of the crime... she even had her picture taken! No true criminal would act this way! It's inconceivable!

Angel:
Y- yeeeaaargh!

Judge:
Well then. It seems we've come to the end of this testimony. She has a grudge against the defendant, and there is a blank in her testimony.

Angel:
...!

Judge:
Mr. Edgeworth, is the next witness ready to go?

Edgeworth:
Unfortunately... I appear to have overestimated this witness on account of her professional history...

Ema:
We did it! We screwed that can shut, Mr. Wright!

Phoenix:
(Th-that was too close!)

Judge:
I'm afraid that the Cough-up Queen has been dethroned. And with that, court is adjourned!

Holdit

Angel:
Mr. Edgeworth, you ordered the Squid Wheels, right?

Phoenix:
(That's the one she tried to foist off on me!)

Edgeworth:
I prefer to not take the defense team's leftovers. Anything else to say?

Angel:
I... might be able to save you. I have decisive evidence.

Judge:
Wh-what was that!?

Phoenix:
(Is this another one of her trick lunchboxes!?)

Judge:
My apologies, but we have no further questions to ask of you, Ms. Starr.

Angel:
Ah... Is this your jumbo lunchbox?

Judge:
Whoo hoo! A triple-decker! Out of deference to the witness's determination, I'll allow one more testimony! Let's hear about this decisive evidence.

Angel:
Like the Lunchland motto says, you won't be disappointed!

Phoenix:
(What's she going to pull out of her lunchbox this time!?)




Witness Testimony
- - Decisive Evidence - -

Angel:
I should have mentioned those five minutes when I wasn't looking at the crime scene.
And now, to the matter of the victim's shoe... Did I not bring this up...?
Two types of blood were found on this shoe!
One was of course the victim's.
And the other was...! The defendant, Ms. Lana Skye's blood!
This shoe proves it! It's flawless, decisive evidence!

Judge:
Wh-what!? There was blood found on that shoe!?

Angel:
Try Lunchland, for all your lunch and decisive evidence needs!

Edgeworth:
Objection
Witness, what's the meaning of this? Why is this the first time I've heard of this evidence?

Angel:
Simple. As I've already said... I don't trust you with evidence, Mr. Edgeworth! That's why I took the liberty of investigating this myself.

Edgeworth:
And... you had blood tests performed?

Angel:
Didn't I mention? I have three boyfriends in forensics.

Edgeworth:
In any case, Your Honor, I can't accept this as evidence!

Angel:
What...?

Edgeworth:
You should know the two rules of evidence law, Ms. Starr! Rule 1: no evidence shall be shown without the approval of the Police Department! In other words, this shoe is illegal evidence! At least, for the time being!

Ema:
I-is that right, Mr. Wright!?

Phoenix:
It seems so. Edgeworth sure is celebrating.

Angel:
Not so fast, Mr. Edgeworth.

Edgeworth:
...!

Angel:
Don't forget... I used to be a detective! As I mentioned previously... This shoe has already been tested by a member of the forensics department! As you can see, it was approved by the Police Department as of... today. Even the general public can produce official evidence, Mr. Edgeworth.

Edgeworth:
Nuh... Ungh!

Ema:
I-is that right, Mr. Wright!?

Phoenix:
It seems so. Edgeworth is looking pretty sullen.

Ema:
You could at least study some evidence law! Really!

Judge:
The prosecution's complaints notwithstanding... It appears that this evidence satisfies the first rule of evidence law. Well... It seems you have yet another count against you, witness.

Angel:
Anything to ensure that the guilty are properly judged.

Victim's Shoe added to the Court Record.

Judge:
Very well, Mr. Wright, you may cross-examine the witness!





Cross Examination
- - Decisive Evidence - -

Angel:
I should have mentioned those five minutes when I wasn't looking at the crime scene.


Angel:
And now, to the matter of the victim's shoe... Did I not bring this up...?


Angel:
Two types of blood were found on this shoe! One was of course the victim's.


Angel:
And the other was...! The defendant, Ms. Lana Skye's blood!


Angel:
This shoe proves it! It's flawless, decisive evidence!


Phoenix:
(That's pretty sly, hiding evidence like that!)

Ema:
There's nothing sly about a lawyer using the law as a weapon! In any case, science is always on our side! Don't forget! Scientific investigation is the wave of the future!

Phoenix:
(Hmm... maybe I should "investigate" this evidence a little more closely...)




Phoenix:
The problem lies... in the footprint.

Angel:
The... footprint?

Phoenix:
Note that the bottom of the victim's shoe is covered in blood. Then... isn't it strange? Why weren't any bloody footprints found by the scene of the crime!?

Judge:
Ah hah!

Phoenix:
As you can see... There were no traces of any such footprints at the scene of the crime! That contradicts your claim about this shoe!

Edgeworth:
Objection
This picture only shows part of the floor, so there could have been bloody footprints.

Phoenix:
Objection
If there were bloody prints they would have been found. We checked the scene and found nothing of the sort!

Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Well, witness!?

Angel:
What!? Huh? I, uh...

Ema:
Great going, Mr. Wright! But... It's true that the lack of a footprint is a contradiction... But then we have to ask why there wasn't a footprint!

Phoenix:
Oh!

Judge:
That's true! There has to be a reason why there wasn't a footprint!

Ema:
Think, Mr. Wright, think!

Phoenix:
... Hey, I don't know why it's not there. I'm just good at finding contradictions.

Ema:
What!?

Holdit

Edgeworth:
I see... Now I get it!

Phoenix:
(Get what!?)

Edgeworth:
Our witness is more devious than I gave her credit for! We were hoodwinked to the very end! But she slipped! There is one vital hint to the truth in her testimony...

Judge:
Wh-what are you talking about?

Edgeworth:
Think back to when she told us about apprehending the suspect...


Angel:
The chief prosecutor tried to resist, but her efforts were in vain. She knocked my hands aside, kicked over an oil drum... Oh, she's beautiful, but deadly! A predator, this one! A leopard woman! Rowr!


Edgeworth:
I thought that was a strange thing for the normally cool-headed chief to do.

Phoenix:
(No kidding!)

Edgeworth:
Now, witness. Allow me to ask a very simple question. This "oil drum"... was it empty?

Angel:
... Oh, that, hmm? I'm not sure I like your attitude, Mr. Edgeworth. Though apparently you're not the slowest conveyor belt in the lunchbox factory.

Judge:
Witness! W-well? Was the oil drum empty...?

Angel:
The oil drum kicked over by the chief prosecutor... was brimming with water.

Phoenix:
W-water? (What does that mean?)

Edgeworth:
Still don't get it, Mr. Wright? Do you want to know the reason she knocked it over? The REAL reason?

Judge:
Aaaa haaaaah! You don't mean...!

Edgeworth:
Yes, the suspect knocked over that oil drum for one reason and one reason alone! To erase the blood stains that would become evidence against her!

Phoenix:
Whaaaaaaaaargh!

Judge:
That ties things up quite nicely! The blood stains left on the victim's shoes tie her quite clearly to this murder! Then, after the deed was done, she knocked over the oil drum to erase the telltale signs!

Angel:
Why, that's a prosecutor's specialty... erasing evidence!

Phoenix:
(That reminds me... Ms. Skye's right hand was hurt... Didn't she say she'd cut herself when she stabbed him...?)

Ema:
So my sister's blood on the shoe... That's when it happened?

Judge:
Well... I see no reason to prolong this trial.

Ema:
M-Mr. Wright! Do something! Please!

Phoenix:
W-what!? What can I do? Your sister has confessed to the crime, and she tried to conceal it!

Ema:
B-but...

Edgeworth:
Enough. There is no need for further debate. The verdict, Your Honor!

Judge:
Very well...

Ema:
But Angel Starr is on the prosecution's side! She could have been lying about the water!

Judge:
This court finds the defendant, Ms. Lana Skye...

Holdit

Angel:
Little girl... What did you just say?

Ema:
Huh...? M-me?

Angel:
Did you say that I, Angel Starr... was on the prosecution's side?

Ema:
W-well, yeah, you are! You're saying my sister hid evidence by erasing the bloody footprints!

Angel:
Well. I thought you'd had your fill, but here you are, demanding a second helping! Another lunchbox... A lunchbox called "evidence"!

Judge:
W-wait... Witness, don't tell me you have something else?

Edgeworth:
Objection
You've reached your verdict, Your Honor! Any further comments will be held in contempt of court!

Angel:
Your threats don't scare the Cough-up Queen! Look at this!!!

Judge:
A photograph...?

Angel:
I had this just in case anyone had the gall to suggest... that the white shoe didn't belong to the victim!

Judge:
Hmm... I see no room for error in this evidence.

Ema:
M-Mr. Wright, wait! Look at the asphalt in this photo!

Phoenix:
Hey! It's clearly wet!

Judge:
Erasing the last trace of doubt from the court's mind. Immediately after the murder, the crime scene was washed with water!

Ema:
I-I'm sorry, Mr. Wright. I guess I... I couldn't help after all.

Phoenix:
(It's not your fault... I knew I couldn't win this case from the beginning. And... it seems this is what your sister wanted anyway! ... I'm sorry, Mia...) ... ... ...

Wright... wet or not...
Don't be so quick to throw in the towel...

Phoenix:
...!

Get yourself up off the asphalt... take another good look...
Don't give up... Not until the bitter end.

Phoenix:
(This is the last piece of evidence...)

Judge:
Very well! This time I'd like to declare a verdict for good!

Phoenix:
Objection
Your Honor, wait!

Judge:
What is it with you people!? Can't I hand down my verdicts in peace anymore!? Whatever it is, can it wait?

Phoenix:
N-no it can't. Then it will be too late! Look at this photograph, the last one submitted... This trial isn't over... until we give each piece of evidence proper consideration!

Edgeworth:
So, Wright... Are you saying there's a problem with this latest piece of evidence?

Phoenix:
Yeah! (I'll think later!) Yeah, there's a problem! (Right or wrong, I've got to go ahead with this!)

Judge:
I suppose since we've come this far, we should give every claim a fair shake. Very well, Mr. Wright. Show the court the problem in this photograph!


Phoenix:
The problem in this photograph... is here!

Edgeworth:
What's this...? There's something poking out of the car's muffler!

Judge:
Wait just a moment, Mr. Edgeworth!

Edgeworth:
Your Honor?

Judge:
You just said "muffler"... However I see no trace of a muffler or scarf of any kind in this photograph!

Edgeworth:
... A muffler is also a part on a car or motorcycle, Your Honor. Just think of it as... part of the exhaust system. A pipe...

Judge:
I see! And... I see! What's that suspicious-looking cloth sticking out of the car's muffler?

Angel:
Hmph! So what if there is something sticking out of the muffler! What does that have to do with this case? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!

Phoenix:
Objection
Sorry, Ms. Starr... But it's not going to be that easy! In fact, you've already told us why this is important to the case... You said as much in your testimony!!!

Angel:
Wh-what!?

Judge:
Let's hear what Mr. Wright has on his mind! Tell us why you think this piece of cloth in the muffler is related to this case.


Phoenix:
Ms. Starr! Recall your testimony for the court...


Angel:
Ah yes. When I arrested her, she mentioned the muffler!

Angel:
That's what had me confused in my earlier testimony!


Angel:
Muffler! argh! Yeearrrrgh!

Phoenix:
Could it be that the "muffler" you heard mentioned... Was actually this exhaust pipe!? If so! That means this piece of cloth is vital evidence!

Angel:
Oh... Whooooooooooo ooooooooooooragh!

Judge:
Well... It seems we will have to suspend the proceedings.

Angel:
Sus... Suspend!?

Judge:
I find myself wondering about that piece of cloth. If we leave any question unanswered here we do a disservice to the law! Have the car at the crime scene inspected at once, and bring me that cloth! The verdict will wait until after we've seen all the evidence. Agreed...?

Edgeworth:
... I suppose so.

Phoenix:
(Whew... that was close. But... we made it... at least for now!)

Judge:
The court will adjourn for a thirty minute recess! It's lunchtime after all!

Phoenix:
(He's still hungry!?)

To be continued.




February 23, 11:56 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2

Ema:
Um... Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
Huh? What?

Ema:
Are trials... always like this with you? Like you're swimming up from the bottom of a lake, about to reach the surface... But no matter how hard you paddle you never seem to get there...

Phoenix:
Pretty much. Except today we're swimming in quicksand. So what happened to your sister, anyway?

Ema:
Apparently she got called off to the judge's chambers.

Phoenix:
Hmm... Probably something to do with that piece of cloth.

Ema:
So! This is where we turn this trial around, right? Our only weapon, a tiny, insignificant piece of cloth!

Phoenix:
I'm the one who's starting to feel tiny and insignificant to tell the truth.

???:
Hola, Pardner!

Marshall:
They say you show a red cloth to a bull, it'll fire up its temper! That's what they told me when I was a young'un, at least.

Ema:
Officer Marshall!

Marshall:
Thought I'd come take a look-see at how the trial's going. Looks like I'm late. They've got the place locked down tighter than a fort in enemy territory!

Phoenix:
What is going on over there, anyway? All the police I've seen these last two days have been really on edge.

Marshall:
Don't you got enough on your plate without worrying about other people, compadre? You could be worrying about the chief prosecutor's taste in mufflers, for example.

Ema:
Um... Officer Marshall? The whole "muffler" thing didn't have anything to do with scarves... She wasn't even wearing a scarf!

Marshall:
You don't say? Now don't that just beat all.

Ema:
...?

Marshall:
I've seen the red breeze blow at her slender neck many a time... I saw it that day, too. She was wearing a red muffler.

Ema:
What!?

Marshall:
At the awards ceremony that afternoon. Edgeworth's seen it too, I'd reckon.

Phoenix:
(What does that mean!? In the photograph taken at the crime scene... she wasn't wearing a scarf!)

Ema:
So, Ms. Starr wasn't mistaken...

Marshall:
Well, it's about time. Remember, pardner, sometimes you gotta grab the bull by the horns... and sometimes you just gotta let that bull go where it will. Time will tell!

Phoenix:
(Ugh... I have a bad feeling about this.)

Ema:
So... what are we swimming in now, Mr. Wright?

Marshall:
If it's steak sauce, I can hook you up with some fine ribs! Ooh-wee!




February 23, 12:32 PM
District Court
Courtroom No. 9

Judge:
I'd... like to... resume...?

Phoenix:
(What's up? The judge keeps looking over at the prosecution...)

Judge:
Is something wrong, Mr. Edgeworth? Your face is blue, your lips are purple, you're sweating bullets... That furrowed brow, those grinding teeth, those watery eyes... What's more your eyes are unfocused, you're doubled over, your back is bent...

Edgeworth:
It... can't... be!! This... can't... happen!

Ema:
I wonder what happened to Mr. Edgeworth?

Judge:
Well then, I believe it is time we continued on with this trial. During our recess I had requested that the prosecution conduct an investigation...

Edgeworth:
Th-this is unacceptable!

Judge:
Hmm... It seems our prosecutor is quite beside himself.

???:
Ah, er, excuse me. Knock knock?

Judge:
...? Who's there?

Phoenix:
(What's with this guy? A strange, stuffy aura seems to be filling the courtroom.)

Ema:
Hey! The temperature rose 5.7 degrees when that man came in!

Phoenix:
(Who on earth is he...?)

Judge:
Ah, it's you...

???:
Oh! Oh, heh heh. Sorry I'm late, Udgey! The roads were packed. It's just me! Long time no see, eh, Udgey? How ya been? Swim much these days!

Judge:
Ah! Hello, hello. No, I've been so busy...

???:
Busy! Busy-smizzy, Udgey, my boy! You have to make time to relax!

Judge:
Y-yes, indeed.

Ema:
Udgey... seems to be his nickname for the judge...?

Phoenix:
I'm afraid you're right. Very afraid. Um... sorry, but... who are you?

???:
Ah hah! So you're Wrighto! The attorney! I've heard good things about you, son!

Phoenix:
Eh? Uh, th-thanks...?

???:
So sorry about our little Worthy giving you all that trouble, eh? You know, we should all go swimming together sometime! Jolly!

Phoenix:
Little... Little Worthy...?

Judge:
Mr. Wright! You don't know the district Chief of Police!?

Phoenix:
Chuh....? Chief of Police...!?

Judge:
He's the top ranking police officer in the entire district!

Gant:
Name's Gant, Damon Gant. Pleased to meet you, everyone!

Judge:
So, uh, to what do we owe this honor today? It's been over... two years since you last came to this courtroom, hasn't it?

Gant:
Well, it's Worthy, here. Look at the poor fellow! I just thought I'd help out... by bringing this.

Phoenix:
Hey! Th-that's...!

Ema:
My sister's muffler!

Phoenix:
(So Ms. Starr wasn't just seeing things! When the crime occurred, Ms. Skye really was wearing that muffler!)

Gant:
But to think that it was stuffed into that exhaust pipe... On little Worthy's car, no less! It's really quite embarrassing, even for us.

Judge:
Wh-what's this!?

Gant:
It's what you'd call a switchblade knife. Quite perplexing, this.

Edgeworth:
Objection
Chief! What kind of outfit are you running!?

Judge:
M-Mr. Edgeworth!

Edgeworth:
How could they miss such a vital piece of evidence!? If your investigators are this lax, how do you expect us to do our job?

Gant:
N-now wait a minute, Worthy!

Edgeworth:
I've no desire to hear your excuses!

Gant:
I'm telling you to wait! Or didn't you hear me?

Edgeworth:
...!

Gant:
Have a look at this document, where it says "person in charge of investigation"... There's no mistaking that signature... Miles Edgeworth?

Edgeworth:
Th-that's no fair! The day of the crime, I-I had...

Gant:
Your head in the clouds because you got that award! I know how you feel... But you're the person in charge. I'll expect a written apology.

Edgeworth:
What? Are you serious!?

Gant:
Don't be too upset, we'll find a way to clean up this mess... that you made.

Edgeworth:
...!

Ema:
This is the first time I've seen Mr. Edgeworth at a loss for words...

Judge:
This kind of major blunder is unlike you Mr. Edgeworth.

Edgeworth:
Gah...!

Judge:
The court accepts this new evidence.

Judge:
But, I'd like to ask the defense a favor first.

Phoenix:
Y-yes?

Judge:
Just to be sure... I'd like to take a look at the blade of this knife.

Phoenix:
The b-blade, Your Honor? Well, I don't see why not...

Judge:
Could you open it up for me, I wonder?

Phoenix:
Yes, well. I think all you have to do is push that switch, and...

Judge:
If I cut my finger Mr. Wright, I wouldn't be able to pound my gavel anymore.

Phoenix:
(Yeah. But if I cut my finger, I wouldn't be able to point it at people anymore...)

Ema:
Come on! Just hurry up and open it!


Switchblade Knife added to the Court Record.

Edgeworth:
This does not excuse the actions of the Police Department!


Edgeworth:
I would like to hear an explanation from the Chief of Police himself!

Judge:
I'm terribly sorry, but could I ask you to testify for us? About the split between the prosecutors and the police... and this knife.

Gant:
Sure! Sure thing. Not a problem, not even a little one! Really!




Witness Testimony
- - Witness's Account - -

Gant:
This knife is special... but I can't say how here.
Unless there's evidence to prove a connection between this knife and Goodman...
That was a bad day for the Department. We weren't in any shape to do an investigation.
A detective was killed at the Police Department, see... what a mess!
The time of the crime? 5:15. Scary coincidence, eh?
It's not officially linked to this here case, so I can't talk much about it.

Judge:
There... There was a murder at the Police Department!? A detective!?

Gant:
That's hush-hush information, Udgey! We haven't exactly announced it yet.

Edgeworth:
Objection
W-wait a second! You said "5:15"... That's the exact time that Detective Goodman was killed at the Prosecutor's Office!

Judge:
Order! Order! Order!

Gant:
Anyway, we at the Department were all a-flustered, as you might well assume. We're in the middle of a top-top-secret investigation. Don't tell anyone, okay?

Judge:
I think we understand the Police Department's situation... Well, Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
(Two detectives killed at the same time in two different places...)

Ema:
The chances of that are really slim. Scientifically speaking, of course.

Phoenix:
I'd... like to exercise my right to cross-examine the witness.

Judge:
Very well... however! Keep your questions focused on the case at hand!




Cross Examination
- - Witness's Account - -

Gant:
This knife is special... but I can't say how here.


Gant:
Unless there's evidence to prove a connection between this knife and Goodman...



Gant:
This knife was evidence in a case. It was stolen from the Department's evidence room.


Gant:
That was a bad day for the Department. We weren't in any shape to do an investigation.


Gant:
A detective was killed at the Police Department, see... what a mess!


Gant:
The time of the crime? 5:15. Scary coincidence, eh?


Gant:
It's not officially linked to this here case, so I can't talk much about it.


Gant:
I'll cooperate, but I can't reveal the name of the victim at the Department, okay?


Phoenix:
(Two detectives were killed at 5:15... One at the Prosecutor's Office... And one at the Police Department... that can't be a coincidence!)

Ema:
And that knife! What was it doing there...?

Phoenix:
(I'd better check this knife out...)




Phoenix:
Witness! ...

Gant:
...

Edgeworth:
...

Judge:
... What is it, Mr. Wright!? You're grinning like a schoolgirl on prom night!

Phoenix:
No, I... it's just, I got confused...

Edgeworth:
And this is news?

Phoenix:
Huh?

Edgeworth:
Just come out with both guns blazing... like you always do.

Phoenix:
(The Police Department... the Prosecutor's Office... Two places, two detectives murdered... at one time.) Actually, I happen to have a police ID number here.

Judge:
Oh hoh! Is it yours?

Phoenix:
N-no, Your Honor. I'm a defense attorney... remember? This is the ID number of our victim, Detective Goodman.

Gant:
Shame on you, Wrighto! Personnel IDs are top secret!

Phoenix:
Detective Goodman's ID number is... "5842189."

Gant:
...

Edgeworth:
...

Judge:
... And...? This means... what, exactly?

Phoenix:
Huh?

Judge:
Wait... That ID number we heard from the Chief earlier.. That started with "82..." Hmm. I've forgotten.

Phoenix:
(You even got the first number wrong!) The number the Chief of Police gave us was... 5842189.

Edgeworth:
Objection
W-wait a second, Wright! What does this...?

Phoenix:
Mean? That's what I want to know! The two ID numbers are identical! In other words... The detective killed in the Police Department's evidence room was Bruce Goodman!

Phoenix:
What does our witness think about that!?

Gant:
... Oh! Ho ho ho, sharp as a tack, Wrighto! Sharp as a tack!

Judge:
B-but wait! Detective Goodman is OUR victim! He was killed at 5:15 in the underground parking lot!

Phoenix:
Yet, a Detective Bruce Goodman was also killed at the Police Department... In the evidence room... at the exact same time!

Edgeworth:
Objection
Th-that's impossible! So, what we're saying is... The same person was killed at the same time!? And in a completely different location!?

Judge:
Order! Order! Order! Chief! What does this mean!?

Edgeworth:
Objection
No... what I want to know is... why didn't I hear about this!? Yes, it's top-secret, fine! But I'm the prosecutor in charge of the case!!!

Gant:
Now, just wait a second, Worthy. No need to get all flustered.

Edgeworth:
Your Honor! The Police Department has made a grave error in this case...

Gant:
Wait. I said "wait." Or didn't you hear me?

Edgeworth:
...!

Gant:
The oversight... the grave error...? Mr. Edgeworth... They're yours.

Edgeworth:
Wh-what!? How... how dare...

Gant:
We informed you yesterday. I believe it was our Officer Meekins who brought you the news?

Edgeworth:
O-officer... Meekins?

Ema:
Mr. Wright! Where have we heard that name before? Wait... Ah hah!


Officer:
Erm...! Excuse me! But is Mr. Edgeworth, uh... anywhere on the premises? I'm here, sir, at the request of the chief, sir! I've got your report, sir!


Edgeworth:
You don't mean... him!?

Gant:
According to Meekins, you didn't accept the report?

Gant:
Hard to believe.

Edgeworth:
B-but your officer, he told me! He said that report had nothing to do with the Lana Skye incident!

Gant:
[Detective Bruce Goodman murdered in the Police Department evidence room...] Mr. Edgeworth. The victim's name is written ([sic]) on the top of the report.

Edgeworth:
Gaaaaaaah! Wh-why didn't your officer tell me!?

Ema:
Honestly, I'm not sure if that officer was capable of making the connection... He did seem... challenged.

Gant:
In any case, this is a serious error, a gross negligence of duty on your part, Worthy.

Edgeworth:
Objection
B-But, sir!!! You could have submitted that report this morning to the court, as evidence! Then, I...

Gant:
No such luck this time, Worthy... or should I say, un-Worthy?

Edgeworth:
What!?

Gant:
Now what was the second rule of evidence law, hmm?

Ema:
Well, Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, well, it's, uh...

Edgeworth:
Rule 2: New evidence may only be submitted if it concerns the case on trial. And how is this relevant!?

Gant:
Normally, you submit a list of evidence to be used in court before the trial. This report wasn't on that list...

Judge:
So... What does this mean?

Gant:
I couldn't submit this evidence until a connection was proven in court.

Edgeworth:
...!!

Gant:
That connection was just proven by Wrighto over here. Good job, Wrighto, my boy!

Phoenix:
Huh? Uh... I... I was just doing my job.

Edgeworth:
No... Noooooooooooooo!!!

Judge:
It seems... we have come to the end of this trial.

Gant:
You are becoming a thorn in my side, Worthy... There've been rumors... After all, you were in the defendant's chair just last year...!

Edgeworth:
...! I apologize for this terrible lack of due diligence on my part...

Judge:
M-Mr. Edgeworth!

Edgeworth:
Please... Just give me one day. I'll get to the bottom of what happened... If it's the last thing I do!

Gant:
You'd better get results this time. Really.

Edgeworth:
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

Ema:
Poor Mr. Edgeworth...

Judge:
I don't think there's ever been an error this serious in the history of this court. We will grant one further day as the prosecution has requested. Will this be sufficient, Mr. Edgeworth.

Edgeworth:
Yes, Your Honor. Thank you.

Judge:
Whatever your punishment for this is, for your sake I hope it's not... decisive. Very well! Court is adjourned!

To be continued.




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...)</span

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!


Ema:
H-huh? Why is that "elementary"? I mean, I would think that if there was a fight, you'd expect some bloodstains here.

Phoenix:
... I suppose you might think that.

Ema:
C'mon, Mr. Wright! We're all counting on you!

Phoenix:
(There is something odd about this bloodstain... But if it's not the location of the blood, then maybe...) Maybe it's the amount of blood that's odd?

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.


Ema:
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.)

???:
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.





 



(Wright & Co. Law Offices)







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!





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.)






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!






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.)





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...






(Prosecutor's Office - Underground Parking Lot)


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...?


Ema:
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...)






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.





(Wright & Co. Law Offices)





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...)








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!?




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.)




(Evidence Room Entrance - Guard Station)


???:
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.")








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.







(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.)






(Prosecutor's Office - Underground Parking Lot)





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.




(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...)




(Evidence Room Entrance - Guard Station)





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:
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!)


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 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!


Meekins:
I spotted a suspicious man on the security screen, and rushed into the room!


Meekins:
I was only doing what I was trained to do, sir! I was suddenly attacked!


Meekins:
I fought for my life! Then I... I did it!


Meekins:
After that I passed out... until another officer smacked me awake!


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:
Objection
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,


Meekins:
but there's no question that the other person was Detective Goodman, sir!



Meekins:
I mean, he opened the locker, which required Detective Goodman's fingerprint to do!



Meekins:
The locker he opened is unquestionably Detective Goodman's locker, sir!



Meekins:
So it must be him! No one else could have unlocked it!



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:
Objection
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!


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:
Objection
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?


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:
Objection
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!


Meekins:
To enter the evidence room, one must use their ID card!



Meekins:
When an ID card is used, there's a record of it!



Meekins:
At the time of the crime, the detective had used his card!



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?)



Phoenix:
Objection
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?


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!










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