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Turnabout Serenade
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Episode 3
Turnabout Serenade

Let's rock!!!

Klavier:
We love you! Rock on, everyone! This party's not over yet! Get out your handkerchiefs for our special guest! That's right, baby! The night's just getting started!

Thank you for coming to the Gavinners: "Guilty as Charged" Tour! This ends the first part of tonight's show. There will now be a 20-minute intermission.




July 7, 8:05 PM
Backstage Hallway

Trucy:
This is so cool! Us, at a Gavinners concert!

Apollo:
Huh? Did you say something? My ears are still ringing... The Gavinners: putting the "sick" back in "music".

Trucy:
Well, I thought Mr. Gavin was really nice! Sending us those tickets at 20% off! They're hard to get ahold of, you know.

Apollo:
When you invite people to a concert it's usually free.

Trucy:
Let's head to his dressing room, Apollo! You know, like we're a couple of VIPs. I've always dreamed of being a VIP at a Gavinners show!

Apollo:
Um, Trucy... You didn't know who Prosecutor Gavin was before that case. What kind of fan doesn't know the lead vocalist's name?

Trucy:
Oh! This guy, well, he was more like a prince really. He let us in... Klavier... What a lovely name! He's so dreamy!

Trucy:
Yeah, but I'm a girl! I'm supposed to swoon over gods of rock!

Apollo:
God-awful, maybe.

Trucy:
I bought all their stuff on the way home from the trial! I got twelve Gavinners albums, and fifteen concert videos!

Apollo:
...That was quite a bit of impulse shopping.

Trucy:
I got an advance on my next 15-years-worth of allowance.

Apollo:
...For Mr. Wright that sounds like a real act of generosity. (Who would have imagined me here... ...at a Gavinners concert, watching Prosecutor Gavin "rock". To be honest... ...he was kind of cool. And I'm kind of envious. Not that I'd ever admit that to Trucy.)




July 7
Gavinners's Dressing Room

Klavier:
Ah, you made it.

Trucy:
Mr. Gavin! Thanks so much for the tickets!

Apollo:
...And the invoice you sent along with them.

Trucy:
You were incredible up on stage, Mr. Gavin!

Klavier:
Nothing like music to brighten the mood after a trial, ja? ...And we're almost ready for our next act. I'm looking forward to it myself.

Trucy:
Lamiroir's singing, right!? The "Siren of the Ballad"?

Apollo:
Oh yeah... That flyer said she flew all the way over for this show.

Klavier:
That's right. I happened to catch her show while overseas. Her voice... is divine. I knew I had to invite her to perform with us.

???:
Lamiroir says... "You praise me too highly."

Apollo:
(Whoa! Who's this guy? He's huge!)

Klavier:
Ah, allow me to introduce Mr. Romein LeTouse. ...Lamiroir's manager. And her interpreter, incidentally.

LeTouse:
It is a great honor for us to be here. And a great honor for Lamiroir to be heard in this country.

???:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Apollo:
(That voice... I wish I could understand it... It's beautiful.)

???:
[speaking in Borginese]···· [speaking in Borginese]····

Trucy:
Ooooh! It's Lamiroir! I'm actually meeting Lamiroir!

Apollo:
(Lamiroir... Mysterious songstress... Her quiet, deep song glides through the air... Lilting above a sparse, but elegant piano accompaniment. Now this is music. She's a real artist.)

Lamiroir:
[speaking in Borginese]····

LeTouse:
Lamiroir says... "We have long looked forward to this joint performance."

Klavier:
Ah, Lamiroir... Your voice... ...It is art.

Lamiroir:
[speaking in Borginese]····

LeTouse:
"Yet without his piano to guide me... ...it is but a voice."

???:
····················

Apollo:
(I've seen this kid somewhere before.)

Trucy:
He plays piano at all of Lamiroir's concerts! He's cute! And he's a really good pianist.

Apollo:
Good pianists are a dying breed, I hear.

LeTouse:
Allow me to introduce Machi Tobaye. ...He is blind. This is why he never strays far from Lamiroir. They are always together.

Machi:
····················

Apollo:
(They're like characters from some fairy tale..)

Trucy:
Lamiroir's so, um, what's that word... Exotic! ...And mysterious!

Apollo:
She does seem quite pretty. At least, her eyes do.

Klavier:
Hers is a kind of "sight-seeing musique"...

Trucy:
Huh?

Klavier:
She travels the globe, putting the sights she sees into song. Even though her appearance and voice are exotic... ...her songs remind us of something close, and warm.

Trucy:
Sights into song... That's so poetic!

Klavier:
She was gracious enough to put music to my lyrics tonight. "The Guitar's Serenade". ...I hope you enjoy it.

Trucy:
I can't wait!

Klavier:
...And now it is time. For the next part, we're giving the Gavinners's hard rock a little rest. Lamiroir, the stage is yours.

Lamiroir:
[speaking in Borginese]····

LeTouse:
The band members will not play during Lamiroir's ballad. Only Machi's tender tones, and Lamiroir's dulcet voice...

Klavier:
...And my guitar, of course.

Trucy:
Woo hoo! Nights like this make it all worthwhile, you know!

Apollo:
(I should have learned to play the guitar. There's not much romance in Chords of Steel.)

Klavier:
Shall we hit the stage, then?

Trucy:
Good luck, Mr. Gavin!

Klavier:
Take care your hearts aren't stolen away, ja?

Trucy:
Let's get back to the concert hall, Polly!




Sugar, Sugar...
O that night, in your embrace.

When you stole away the keys
my heart held on to so tight.

Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody

It wraps itself around me,
And now through the air I fly.

Woh... Woh...

Burning on in my heart. Fire.
Burn my love away. All away.

Like a bullet of love. Fire.
Take my life away. All away.

Guitar, Guitar...
Up together to the sky.




July 7, 9:05 PM
Backstage Hallway

Trucy:
Wow, wasn't Lamiroir amazing? I *sniffle* I even cried a little!

Apollo:
I was surprised Prosecutor Gavin actually burned his guitar.

Trucy:
Yeah! That even surprised me, and I'm a magician! What a production!

Apollo:
What a destruction. (I don't think Prosecutor Gavin was expecting it either, oddly. He looked as surprised as I was.)

Trucy:
Is that what they call "risking life and limb for art"? I think he's my new hero!

Apollo:
I'm not sure I'd call that "art".

Trucy:
Well, what are we doing here? Let's get going to Mr. Gavin's dressing room! There's twenty minutes till the last part of the show!

Apollo:
How many breaks does this band need?




July 7
Gavinners's Dressing Room

Klavier:
What the heck was that!? I was never consulted about it!

Staff:
S-Sorry, Mr. Gavin, sir! I've asked the man in charge...

Klavier:
I play new rock, not Great Balls of Fire! Speaking of fire, I have a good mind to fire whoever's responsible!

Trucy:
...He seems upset.

Klavier:
Apollo Justice! Were you the one who tried to torch me!?

Apollo:
Hey, I didn't do it!

Trucy:
So much for risking your life for art...

Klavier:
"The Guitar's Serenade" is ruined! Ruined!

Trucy:
Well, let's try to talk to him at least.

Apollo:
...I'm not sure that's the best move right now.





(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)

Klavier:
Almost time for the third act of the night.

Trucy:
Oh! There's more?

Klavier:
Yes! Lamiroir's part is done. Now it's time for us to drop our groove again, ja? Hope you're ready to catch it.

Trucy:
Woo hoo! Ready, Apollo?

Apollo:
Uh... I think I'll pass.

Trucy:
Eh.

Apollo:
I liked the bit with Lamiroir. But the rest could use a volume knob. Turned way down.

Trucy:
Ah, Apollo, you're getting old!

Apollo:
Ack! (Does 22 quality as "old" to a 15-year-old...?)

Trucy:
Well, I'm going!

Klavier:
Let the old folks rest backstage, ja? ...Time to rock.

Apollo:
(Hey, you're older than I am!)





July 7
Backstage Hallway

Ema:
Hey, it's you! That Wright kid.

Apollo:
Detective Skye! (I'll let that "Wright kid" business pass.)

Ema:
Call me Ema. There's no need for titles once you've shared a bottle of fingerprinting powder!

Apollo:
That's a new one. So, um, Ema, what are you doing here?

Ema:
...Isn't it obvious? I'm snacking. You think I want to be here!? Me, in charge of security in this pit!?

Apollo:
Security...? Did something happen?

Ema:
There's no knowing with that glimmerous fop. Apparently, he's all upset because something was stolen. He wanted security back here during the concert. Where does he get off acting like he's some big rock star?

Apollo:
(...He is a big rock star.)

Ema:
Hey! You listening to me?

Apollo:
So... Where's this door here lead to?

Ema:
This one? That's Lamiroir's dressing room. Don't even think of going in there unless you want a piece of Snackoos in your face!

Apollo:
(Is she ever in a good mood, I wonder?)







...BANG...!

Apollo:
......

Ema:
......

Apollo:
What was that?

...BANG...!

Apollo:
Was that... a gunshot?

...CRASH...!

Apollo:
(Something's going on!)

Ema:
You, out of my way!

Apollo:
E-Ema!

Ema:
Lamiroir! Lamiroir!

......

Ema:
It's not locked... I'm going in!




July 7, 9:30 PM
Lamiroir's Dressing Room

Apollo:
(What's that awful noise... Oh, it's the concert.) Aaack! That's-- (It's Lamiroir's manager! Mister what's-his-name...)

Ema:
LeTouse! Oh no... Hey, you!

Apollo:
M-Me?

Ema:
Watch this room for me. I have to call for backup!

Apollo:
R-Right, understood. You want me to make sure no one comes in, right?

Ema:
And don't touch anything! I'll be right back!

Apollo:
(...What's going on? I just talked to him, and now...)

LeTouse:
......Nnnh......

Apollo:
...! (He... He's alive!) Mr. LeTouse! Can you hear me!?

LeTouse:
...Sh...Shot. ...I was...shot.

Apollo:
Who? Who shot you!?

LeTouse:
...I don't know... Ask...

Apollo:
Ask? Ask what?

LeTouse:
Ask... wi...witness...

Apollo:
Witness... There was a witness!? Who!?

LeTouse:
...Cold... so cold... Witness...

Apollo:
You're cold? D-Don't worry, you're going to be fine! Help is on the way!

LeTouse:
...Can't s...see...

Apollo:
Hang in there, Mr. LeTouse! Tell me, who was the witness?

LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is ...si...si...ren...

Apollo:
(..."Siren"? How can a siren witness anything...?) Mr. LeTouse! Yipes! Ema!? (What was that!?) Wh-Who's there!?

Ema:
What's wrong?

Apollo:
Ema! Did you see anyone just now!?

Ema:
Huh? No...

Apollo:
(I could have sworn I heard a door close...)

Ema:
The concert's been cancelled. Backup's on its way. Is Mr. LeTouse... ...He's dead, isn't he? That's terrible.

Apollo:
...! (I lost him!)

Apollo:
(Romein LeTouse... shot. And I heard his last words... "The witness is the siren"... Whatever that means.)




July 7
Backstage Hallway

???:
The venue's locked down. We took names and addresses before letting the crowd go.

Klavier:
Good work, Daryan.

???:
I'll let you know if I find out anything about the victim. Later.

Klavier:
It's investigation time, then, ja, Fräulein Detective?

Ema:
I don't need some rock 'n' rolling prosecutor to tell me that.

Klavier:
One request I must make... Tell no one, on staff or otherwise, anything of this.

Trucy:
Ooh, a gag order!

Klavier:
No word gets out, other than that Mr. LeTouse is dead. No word of the cause of death, or of the murder.

Apollo:
Tell no one... Not even Lamiroir?

Klavier:
Not even her. We must keep everything under wraps. Oh, one other thing. I'll need your signature on this, Herr Forehead. Yours too, Fräulein.

Apollo:
On that? Hmm... An "Investigation Request"...?

Trucy:
Why just us?

Klavier:
You two are civilians. It's standard procedure.

Apollo:
(That should be OK to sign, I think...)

Signed Prosecutor Gavin's Investigation Request.

Klavier:
Right, well, get started with the investigation!

Ema:
I'm on it already!

Klavier:
Ah, and one tip for you.

Apollo:
Huh? Me?

Klavier:
Try not to get in the Fräulein detective's way. ...She's in a foul mood today.

Apollo:
(Gee, I wonder why...)

Apollo:
(We were all questioned as witnesses... ...And now none of us can go home. We'll investigate alright. ...Our way!)

Trucy:
...Somehow I don't see us getting back to that crime scene any time soon.

Apollo:
I still can't believe I was there when it happened. Not an experience I care to repeat any time soon.

Trucy:
This is no time for navel-gazing! Let's crack this case!

Apollo:
(I worry about Trucy. She seems to have a very loose idea of what it means to be an "attorney". Of course, that's not surprising considering who her father is...)

Trucy:
Something the matter?

Apollo:
No... Let's get cracking!

Apollo:
(I'm the only one who was there... The only one who heard Mr. LeTouse's last words.)

LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is ...si...si...ren...

Apollo:
(First order of business is to find out what he meant by "siren"!)





July 7
Gavinners's Dressing Room

Trucy:
Huh. Looks like nobody's here.

Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin's probably busy with the case, too. No rest for the wicked.

Trucy:
No rest for us, either, Apollo! Let's get rocking! Rock, rock!




July 7
In the Wings

Trucy:
Hmm. The stage looks empty.

Apollo:
I was hoping to get a chance to talk to Prosecutor Gavin...

Trucy:
Oh well. Nothing to do but go to the crime scene, I guess!

Apollo:
I guess...




July 7
Lamiroir's Dressing Room

Ema:
Oh, it's you. I figured you'd come.

Apollo:
You have to let us investigate the scene, please!

Ema:
You're attorneys, no? Shouldn't you wait until you have a client...?

Apollo:
(LeTouse did tell me to ask the witness, the siren... ...With his dying breath, no less. Doesn't that count?)

Ema:
...G-Glare at me all you want, you'll get no snacks from me.

Trucy:
Please! Think of poor Lamiroir!

Ema:
Hmph. Oh well, I suppose. You did find the body with me.

Apollo:
Great! Let's get to it!

Trucy:
Right!

Ema:
Just try not to touch anything!

Apollo:
(She's letting us look! And she's not munching her snacks! This bodes well. There are clues here, I can feel it! Leave no hanger unhung, no spot unspotted!)





(Clearing all "Talk" options and getting all Lamiroir's Dressing Room evidence leads to:)

Ema:
Well, that's about it. I think we've looked at just about everything there is.

Apollo:
I guess you're right.

Ema:
I know how you're feeling. It is hard to know when to stop. But anything more involved has to wait until the squad gets here.

Trucy:
Argh... I suppose...

Ema:
I'll go report the evidence. Sorry, but could you wait here till I get back?

Apollo:
Huh? Oh, actually, we have to--

Ema:
Great! Thanks!

Apollo:
...She left.

Trucy:
What do we do, Apollo? She told us to wait...

Apollo:
Great. Now how am I supposed to investigate?

Trucy:
Oh well, I guess it can't be helped. Let's go.

Apollo:
Huh? Go?

Trucy:
Time's a wasting, Apollo! We've got a lot of ground to cover!

Apollo:
Well, that's true, but... ...On second thought, why not. I'm sure everything will be fine.

Trucy:
Of course it will! Let's go!




July 7
Backstage Hallway

Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Apollo:
Who's there!?

Trucy:
We... didn't just imagine that, did we?

Apollo:
He was wearing a silk hat. ...Friend of yours?

Trucy:
Hardly!

Apollo:
(Whoever that was, he sure looked suspicious!)




July 7
In the Wings

Klavier:
What is it with today!? Problem after problem! Achtung!

???:
You ain't kidding.

Trucy:
It's the two leading members of the Gavinners, Apollo! Klavier on vocals, and Daryan on guitar! They're so cool!

Apollo:
I have a hard time thinking of "Klavier" as anything but a prosecutor, honestly.

Trucy:
Huh? What are they arguing about?

Apollo:
Probably the case, I'd bet.

Klavier:
My hog won't start. My guitar case is busted... ...my guitar's been burnt to a crisp, and to top it all off, someone's dead! ...And then there was that performance just now. What was that all about!?

Daryan:
Hey, man, don't blame me. You were the one who missed the cue.

Klavier:
Me? Miss a cue!? How could I conceivably get the most important part of that song wrong? How!? And what was all that tinny playing of yours?

Daryan:
Who you calling "tinny"!?

Trucy:
...Sounds like they're having a spat. One of those "differences in musical direction" bands are always splitting up over.

Apollo:
This is hardly the time...

Klavier:
...Hmm? What are you two doing here?

Apollo:
Ah, um, hiya. ......

Klavier:
We were just discussing the investigation, if you don't mind.

Apollo:
Sorry. Wait... You were what?

Klavier:
Listen... You need to confirm that with the Republic of Borginia, Detective Crescend.

Daryan:
Right. Anything else?

Apollo:
What did he just call him? "Detective...?

Daryan:
Ah, greetings. Daryan Crescend... Criminal Affairs, Division 3.

Apollo:
Uh... H-Hello. ("Criminal Affairs"!?)

Trucy:
*sigh* Apollo... You really don't know anything about the Gavinners, do you?

Apollo:
(Something tells me that's about to be remedied.)



(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)

Daryan:
The lyrics predicting the crime... Klavier?

Klavier:
Seems a bit more than just a coincidence to me.

Daryan:
I have to agree. The key ring, the guitar, and the murder...

Apollo:
The key ring might have been dropped by accident.

Klavier:
Yet the victim was holding it. Hard to think that it was unconnected.

Apollo:
That's true. (Prosecutor Gavin's as calm and collected as ever...)

Trucy:
So the criminal matched their actions to the lyrics?

Daryan:
That sounds likely.

Apollo:
Why would anyone do that?

Daryan:
...While we think about that, I'm going to get cracking on the biggest crime here. I'm going to talk to the Borginian Embassy about this Mr. LeTouse.

Klavier:
Ah, right. Thanks, Daryan.

Daryan:
I'll leave the pondering of mysteries to you. I'm outta here.

Klavier:
A foreign national, Mr. LeTouse was killed... It seems like that would have to be the "point" of all this. But they did more than that. They left us with not only a murder, but a mystery!

Trucy:
Mr. Gavin sure is irritable today.

Apollo:
Maybe this is the real Prosecutor Gavin we don't get to see in the courtroom.

Klavier:
...I've had enough, frankly. If you find any more mysteries, do me a favor and keep them to yourselves, ja?

Apollo:
Ja... (I guess this is all we're going to get from Prosecutor Gavin. That leaves Lamiroir to question.) Prosecutor Gavin... do you know where Lamiroir is now?

Klavier:
Ah, I had her go to my dressing room. With that pianist, Machi Tobaye, of course. She seemed rather shocked by Mr. LeTouse's sudden passing.

Apollo:
(The Gavinners's dressing room. Got it!)




July 7
Backstage Hallway

Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Apollo:
Who's there!? ...There he goes again. Who is that guy!?

Trucy:
......

Apollo:
Huh? Trucy?

Trucy:
You know, he did look sort of familiar...

Apollo:
...So he is a friend of yours!

Trucy:
No, that's not it. ...Sorry, I don't remember.

Apollo:
(Curiouser and curiouser...)




July 7
Gavinners's Dressing Room

Trucy:
Ah... Lamiroir!

Lamiroir:
What... What has happened? I heard that Mr. LeTouse has died!

Apollo:
L-Lamiroir! You speak? I mean, you speak English?

Lamiroir:
Ah... Yes. I was invited here from the Republic of Borginia... But I am not Borginian by birth.

Trucy:
But wasn't Mr. LeTouse your interpreter...?

Lamiroir:
Ah that. Yes, well... It was Mr. LeTouse's idea. He thought it would add to the mystery, you see.

Apollo:
Then, your pianist is also...?

Machi:
····················

Lamiroir:
No, Machi Tobaye is Borginian. He does not speak English. Now, please tell me! What has happened to Mr. LeTouse? Why did he...

Trucy:
Actually, Mr. LeTouse was...

Apollo:
Trucy!

Trucy:
Huh!

Apollo:
Remember what Prosecutor Gavin said? "Not a word"!

Trucy:
B-But Mr. LeTouse is Lamiroir's manager! That's not fair to her! I mean, isn't she a related party?

Apollo:
(Precisely who Prosecutor Gavin doesn't want to alert, I'd suspect.)

Lamiroir:
All we have been told is to wait here in this room. It is very unsettling.

Apollo:
I'm sorry, we're trying to figure it out ourselves. Do... you think I could ask you some questions?

Lamiroir:
Of course. I am always willing to help.

Apollo:
(She's as calm as she looked on stage... I can't put my finger on why, but I like this Lamiroir.)

Machi:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Lamiroir:
What is it, Machi?

Machi:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Lamiroir:
What... but you'd be alone!

Machi:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Apollo:
Um, what seems to be the problem?

Lamiroir:
Machi... he is not good around strangers. He wishes to go out for a breath of fresh air. Would that be alright?

Apollo:
Uh, sure, of course.

Machi:
····················

Lamiroir:
Very well. What is it you wished to ask me about?






(Backstage Hallway, after talking to Lamiroir)

July 8, 12:22 AM
Backstage Hallway

Apollo:
Whoa! Who's there now!?

Ema:
Ah, it's you. ...Where were you!?

Apollo:
Ack! Ema! ...Is something wrong? (She's looks grumpier than usual.)

Ema:
You bet something's wrong! The impossible's happened! Arrgh! It's all your fault, you know!

Apollo:
(Oops. Maybe this is about us leaving the crime scene.)

Trucy:
What do you mean by "impossible"?

Ema:
Well it's gone! Utterly gone!

Trucy:
...What's gone?

Ema:
The body, stupid! What else?

Trucy:
Eh...

Ema:
Mr. LeTouse's body has disappeared!

Trucy:
Whaaaaaaaaaat!?




July 8
Lamiroir's Dressing Room

Apollo:
Ah... Prosecutor Gavin.

Klavier:
From your vacant stare, I gather you've heard the news.

Apollo:
I heard Mr. LeTouse's body has gone missing...

Klavier:
Look for yourself. Quite the pickle. Quite. The. Pickle.

Ema:
How can you just stand there!? We have to start the investi...

Klavier:
There's no need for alarm, Fräulein Detective.

Ema:
...!

Klavier:
All entrances and exits have been sealed. The body will not leave the building. So, I suggest we go find ourselves a cadaver. There will be plenty of time to ponder the "whys" later.

Trucy:
Well, you seem pretty sure of yourself, Mr. Gavin.

Klavier:
Oh, we'll find him. I'm rather enjoying this.

Apollo:
(How could Mr. LeTouse's body just "disappear"?)

Trucy:
Well, you heard the man. Let's get searching!

Daryan:
...Hey, I don't know if this's exactly the right time, but...

Klavier:
Yes, Daryan?

Daryan:
See, Geeter's gone missing. It was in the dressing room.

Trucy:
Geeter? Who's Geeter!?

Daryan:
That's what I call my guitar! You like, man?

Klavier:
Your guitar... was stolen?

Ema:
This hasn't been a good day for guitars or geeters.

Klavier:
OK. Body first, then guitar. And if someone finds that guitar, please bring it to our dressing room.

Daryan:
Geeter's like a missing person, not lost 'n' found, man.







July 8, 12:57 AM
In the Wings

Trucy:
Hmm. Does something seem different to you, Apollo?

Apollo:
Something is definitely different here.

Trucy:
Let's check it out!


Apollo:
(It didn't look that high from below, really. But when we got to the top, I felt every one of those 20 feet down. Of course, I wasn't thinking about the height any more. Not after what we found up there.)

Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Apollo:
(We found two things we were looking for, and one thing we never expected to find.) ...The body, guitar in hand, and the pianist, Machi Tobaye.




July 8, 10:09 AM
Wright Anything Agency

Apollo:
Wow, that concert last night sure went south in a hurry!

Trucy:
No kidding. Why did they arrest Machi!? Why!?

Apollo:
Don't look at me like it's my fault! (Machi Tobaye, the blind pianist... ...arrested on suspicion of murdering Romein LeTouse.)

Trucy:
I can't believe such a cute little boy could do something so horrible!

Apollo:
I guess they had proof of some kind.

Trucy:
What proof could possibly prove that!?

Klavier:
Mornin'.

Apollo:
P-Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
What a night, eh? I apologize for being so upset...

Trucy:
Mr. Gavin, do you know what's going on? Why did they arrest Machi!? Why!?

Apollo:
Don't look at him like it's his fault either.

Klavier:
It was tough for me, too. We performed together that night, after all. Yet...

Trucy:
Yet?

Klavier:
The powers that be say that, given the circumstances, it could only have been him.

Apollo:
What do you mean by the "circumstances"?

Klavier:
Lamiroir was invited from Borginia as an ambassador of goodwill. It is vital that this case be wrapped up swiftly. That's all the powers that be want, really.

Apollo:
Well those are circumstances, alright. But what makes Machi the only possible suspect?

Klavier:
Herr Forehead... You seem to have forgotten that you're talking to the prosecution... the enemy.

Apollo:
Ah. Right. (I think I like this side of Prosecutor Gavin better, actually.)

Klavier:
I'm not at liberty to discuss the particulars of the case. ...Especially not to the defense attorney.

Apollo:
What... did you just say? Me? The defense attorney?

Klavier:
That's what I came to tell you. He's down at the detention center... He wants to request your services.

Apollo:
He...? You mean Machi? Machi wants me...?

Trucy:
This is what we've been waiting for, Apollo! Let's get going!

Apollo:
Uh... Right...!

Klavier:
Good luck. I'm off to question Lamiroir.

Apollo:
R-Right. Later! (I hope I'm up to this...)




July 8
Detention Center
Visitor's Room

Trucy:
Well, I just don't get it. I refuse to believe a cute little kid like that could do something so terrible.

Apollo:
...You said that already.

Machi:
····························

Trucy:
Machi! Everything's going to be OK! We're here for you!

Apollo:
Um, h-hi. Maybe you can tell me about last night...

Machi:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Trucy:
Huh?

Machi:
[speaking in Borginese]···· [speaking in Borginese]!

Apollo:
(That was when I realized how tough it must be... A little kid like this... ...in a country so far from everything he's ever known.)

Trucy:
Um, maybe Lamiroir can help?

Apollo:
But didn't Prosecutor Gavin say she was with him?

Klavier:
Good luck. I'm off to question Lamiroir.

Trucy:
Well, what are we going to do?

Apollo:
That's, um, a good question. (I can't think of anything we can do but go with this. ...And hope for the best at the trial tomorrow.)

Machi:
[speaking in Borginese]···· [speaking in Borginese]····

To be continued.




July 9, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 3

Judge:
Court is now in session for... how do I say that?

Klavier:
"Machi Tobaye", Your Honor. The Pixie of the Arpeggio.

Judge:
Right, his trial. Court is in session!

Apollo:
The defense is ready, Your Honor.

Klavier:
The prosecution is A-OK, Herr Judge.

Judge:
Hmm... Very well, Prosecutor Gavin.

Klavier:
Ah, my opening statement, ja?

Judge:
No, no, actually... There was something else I wanted to ask you about.

Klavier:
...? Yes?

Judge:
Say you're going to visit someone in the hospital with an incurable disease... What do you say to them?

Klavier:
Eh?

Judge:
I mean, you wouldn't say "get well soon", right? You'd only be kicking them when they're down...

Apollo:
Um, what are you talking about?

Judge:
Ahem, actually I'm going to visit someone who is terminally ill. ...Right after this trial. The Chief Justice's son.

Apollo:
The Chief Justice...?

Judge:
His son is afflicted with a most terrible disease... He doesn't have long, it seems.

Apollo:
Ah...

Judge:
So I thought I'd go pay him a visit. I thought saying something moving might be the order of the day.

Trucy:
Why don't grown-ups ever just say what's on their mind instead of pretending?

Apollo:
(She's looking at me with something like... disgust.) ...Hey! What are you looking at me like that for!?

Judge:
In any case... I'm a bit busy today, so let's wrap this up quickly. Prosecutor Gavin, your opening statement, briefly!

Klavier:
You're in luck, Herr Judge... I believe you'll be going on your hospital visit sooner than you think.

Apollo:
...!

Klavier:
First, to review the victim in this case. Romein LeTouse, age 35. The global manager for diva songstress, Lamiroir. The cause of death: blood loss due to being shot by a large caliber revolver. This report has all the details.

Judge:
The court accepts this into evidence.

LeTouse's Autopsy Report added to the Court Record.

Judge:
45-caliber... That's quite large, isn't it? A direct hit from that could knock a man off his feet.

Klavier:
However, the bullet struck him in his shoulder. The damage to his body was slight... death was not immediate. Sadly, his blood loss was such that he could not be saved.

Judge:
Hmm... I suppose the victim's condition could have been much worse, considering.

Crime Photo added to the Court Record.

Klavier:
...Two shots were fired. One shot missed, the other penetrated and passed through the victim's shoulder. Both bullets were found in the wall at the scene. Observe the diagram... ...This is where the bullets hit.

Judge:
I see... The court accepts this evidence.

Diagram added to the Court Record.

Judge:
If we're talking about a 45-caliber revolver... ...we must assume that the killer was adept at the weapon's use.

Trucy:
Really?

Apollo:
Yeah, apparently, weapons that size have a powerful kickback. If, say, the judge tried to fire one, it'd break every bone in his body.

Judge:
The defense will take more care in choosing examples!

Klavier:
...As I was saying, the victim was shot backstage, in a dressing room. This dressing room has only one entrance: this door.

Judge:
That does seem to be the case, yes.

Klavier:
However, there were witnesses who heard the gunshots.

Trucy:
He's talking about you and Ema, huh.

Klavier:
Yet when the witnesses entered the room... ...it was empty, save for the victim's body, of course.

Judge:
B-But that's... That's impossible!

Klavier:
Exactly. This murder was impossible. ...For all but one person.

Judge:
One person?

Klavier:
That is, of course... ...the defendant, Machi Tobaye.

Judge:
Only this defendant could have committed the crime? But how?

Klavier:
It's quite simple. The circumstances of the crime scene make it clear.

Judge:
Very well, I assume you have testimony to back up this claim. Let the witness please take the stand!

Klavier:
Your name and profession, please.

Ema:
Ema Skye, I'm a detective for the police department. I was on security detail at the concert forum that night.

Apollo:
(Ema seems... tired, somehow.)

Judge:
Hmm... Security at the concert, you say?

Ema:
Some security I was. Couldn't even stop a murder... ......

Judge:
Now, don't blame yourself! Things like this happen! I've made even bigger mistakes in my career, you know!

Apollo:
(I'm sure that makes her feel much better.)

Trucy:
I want to hear about these bigger mistakes!

Klavier:
In any case... Because you were on security detail, the crime was quickly discovered. And, we were able to identify the killer.

Ema:
......

Klavier:
You may give the court your testimony, if you would. Describe the circumstances of that day, and your discovery of the crime, please.

Ema:
...Alright.




Witness Testimony
- - Murderous Circumstances - -

Ema:
The night of the murder, I was on security backstage, at Prosecutor Gavin's request.
Only people involved with the concert in some way were allowed backstage.
At the beginning of the third set... I heard shots.
I went into the room, filled with blaring rock music, and found the body.
I examined the scene and determined that only the defendant could have done it.

Judge:
Hmm... It was lucky that a detective was the first on the scene.

Trucy:
But that door was the only way out of the room, right?

Apollo:
Yeah, pretty much.

Trucy:
Then I don't get it. How can they say that Machi did it?

Apollo:
Looks like we need a bit more information.

Judge:
Very well, the defense may begin the cross-examination.




Cross-Examination
- - Murderous Circumstances - -

Ema:
The night of the murder, I was on security backstage, at Prosecutor Gavin's request.


Ema:
Only people involved with the concert in some way were allowed backstage.


Ema:
At the beginning of the third set... I heard shots.


Ema:
I went into the room, filled with blaring rock music, and found the body.


Ema:
I examined the scene and determined that only the defendant could have done it.


Apollo:
(I know the circumstances under which the body was found... I was there.)

Trucy:
An examination of the crime scene was enough to nail down the killer?

Apollo:
I'm sure they have a good reason. (They must have had a good reason to arrest Machi... ...And I'm going to find out what it was!)




(Pressing first, fourth, and fifth statements leads to:)

Judge:
I believe that's enough of that.

Apollo:
!

Judge:
The prosecution has a rather convincing case. The only way in and out of the crime scene was watched. Making the defendant the only one who could possibly leave the scene. Simple, and decisive.

Apollo:
Ugh...

Judge:
I believe we've heard enough to determine our verdict. Even if I wasn't in a hurry to make a hospital visit.

Klavier:
I'm sure the Chief Justice will appreciate the gesture. Unfortunately, we have no direct witnesses. Fortunately, the criminal left decisive evidence for us. That will have to be enough.

Apollo:
(Argh! It can't be over already!)

Judge:
Very well, I believe this trial is finished. If the defense has no contradicting evidence...?

Klavier:
The prosecution has presented our proof, clear and plain. If you have contradicting evidence... ...it'd better be clear and plain.

Trucy:
Ack, Apollo! They've got us on the ropes already! We'd better come up with something quick!

Apollo:
I know! I know! (Think! What can get us out of this!? We need evidence, or a witness, that can prove Machi is innocent beyond a doubt. Without that... *gulp*)

Judge:
Mr. Justice? Do you have contradicting proof that can overturn the prosecution's case? If you do, you'd better tell us about it now.

Apollo:
(This is it... and so soon! If I mess this one up, it's all over...!) The court wants contradicting proof?







Judge:
Lamiroir...?

Apollo:
Recall Mr. LeTouse's last words.

LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is ...si...si...ren...

Judge:
The siren... Ah ha! He meant the "Siren"!

Apollo:
That's right. The "Siren of the Ballad"... Lamiroir! Lamiroir was only on stage for the second set... ...and she had access to the backstage area. She could have been a witness!

Judge:
I see... Well, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
My claim still stands. There were no witnesses to this crime!

Judge:
Very well! Let's hear it from the horse's mouth then, shall we? We will now take a break from Detective Ema Skye's cross-examination. ...Please show Lamiroir to the witness stand.

Apollo:
(Lamiroir would say nothing the night of the murder... Not today, though. Today we'll drag that story out of her no matter what it is!)

Klavier:
...... It is my distinct honor to welcome the Siren of the Ballad to our courtroom...

Lamiroir:
You are too kind.

Judge:
Ah, y-you can speak English?

Lamiroir:
Yes... Yes I can. Though I am not very good. ...There is much I do not know.

Judge:
You speak so well! Have you spent time here before?

Lamiroir:
Actually, I do not know how I came by my knowledge of your language. Nor where I studied it...

Apollo:
...? (What does she mean, she doesn't know...?)

Klavier:
I, too, thought to call her as a witness. But I did not. I had a reason, of course.

Apollo:
What's that?

Klavier:
Lamiroir... suffers from amnesia.

Judge:
Amnesia...?

Lamiroir:
Lamiroir... is not my true name. Yet I remember nothing of the time before I was given it. ...Nothing of the time before I started singing on stage.

Trucy:
Whoa! She's even more mysterious than I thought!

Klavier:
As lauded singer Lamiroir, she lives a good life. There are little difficulties for her, thanks to her success. Yet... I did not wish to subject her to unnecessary stress.

Judge:
Hmm... I see. I care surprisingly little about people's pasts. You have nothing to fear in this court, Lamiroir.

Lamiroir:
...Thank you. Yet there is something I do not understand. I am being called as a witness? What might I say? No one will tell me anything of what happened...

Klavier:
Lamiroir, let me be frank. I did not want to ask you up here to testify. Yet, that young gentleman with the wide forehead over there was adamant that you stand.

Lamiroir:
Oh my...

Trucy:
Congratulations, Apollo. You're the bad guy!

Apollo:
Ugh...

Judge:
Well, now that you're here, please give us your testimony. ...If nothing else, the sound of your voice is welcome. Tell us what you saw the night of the crime!




Witness Testimony
- - What I Saw - -

Lamiroir:
As for what I saw... I saw nothing.
That night, I was invited to sing on stage, and this I did.
I did not return backstage after the second set.
Then I was led by the police to Mr. Gavin's dressing room, and told to wait there.
That was where I learned that something had happened... But I wasn't told the details.

Judge:
Hmm... I must say, you sound wonderful just testifying.

Apollo:
(I hope he was too distracted to hear what she was actually saying...)

Klavier:
There you have it. She saw nothing that night. Now we can only pray that the defense has the sense to admit defeat. ...And refrain from detaining her here longer than need be.

Trucy:
Wow, you just got badder, Apollo! Way to go!

Apollo:
Grr...

Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice. Keep it short and sweet!

Apollo:
(Lamiroir wouldn't talk to me the night of the crime. She must know something, and I've got to find out what!)




Cross-Examination
- - What I Saw - -

Lamiroir:
As for what I saw... I saw nothing.


Lamiroir:
That night, I was invited to sing on stage, and this I did.


Lamiroir:
I did not return backstage after the second set.



Lamiroir:
Then I was led by the police to Mr. Gavin's dressing room, and told to wait there.


Lamiroir:
That was where I learned that something had happened... But I wasn't told the details.


Apollo:
(Think, what doesn't ring true about her testimony?)

Trucy:
...It's hard to imagine Lamiroir lying...

Apollo:
She might not be lying, but she's hiding something... (What wouldn't she tell me the night of the murder?)




Apollo:
I'm sorry Lamiroir, but I'm having trouble believing you.

Lamiroir:
......

Apollo:
You remember this brooch, do you not?

Klavier:
Why that's Lamiroir's. She was wearing it for her song.

Apollo:
...Care to add that to the testimony, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
Wh-What...?

Apollo:
This brooch was found after the murder took place. ...At the very scene of the crime!

Klavier:
What...!?

Apollo:
...Lamiroir. How did your brooch get backstage if you did not go there yourself? And, as Prosecutor Gavin has just told us... ...you had been wearing it during your performance that night!

Lamiroir:
...!

Judge:
What is the meaning of this? Lamiroir, please explain!

Lamiroir:
......

Apollo:
Lamiroir...?

Lamiroir:
············ [speaking in Borginese]····

Klavier:
...She says, "English is quite difficult."

Apollo:
That trick's not going to work here!

Lamiroir:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Klavier:
"Your forehead may be large, but you are a lawyer, truly. But... you have missed one important fact."

Apollo:
What now?

Lamiroir:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Klavier:
"In fact, at the time of the incident... ...I went backstage, but only for a moment."

Apollo:
Wh-Whaat!?

Lamiroir:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Klavier:
"Think back to the moment of the crime. You know whereof I speak."

Apollo:
(Is she really saying all that?)

Trucy:
What's she talking about, Apollo?

Apollo:
Right when the incident occurred... Ah! (Is she talking about that!?)

Ema:
Watch this room for me. I have to call for backup!

Apollo:
R-Right, understood. You want me to make sure no one comes in, right? Mr. LeTouse! Can you hear me!?

LeTouse:
...Cold...so cold... Witness...

Apollo:
You're cold? D-Don't worry, you're going to be fine! Help is on the way!

LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is ...si...si...ren...

Apollo:
(..."Siren"? How can a siren witness anything...?) Yipes! Ema!? (What was that!?) Wh-Who's there!?

Ema:
What's wrong?

Apollo:
Ema! Did you see anyone just now!?

Ema:
Huh? No...

Apollo:
(I could have sworn I heard a door close...)

Lamiroir:
I... looked into the room. Just a glance, mind you.

Klavier:
So this was when your brooch dropped? That explains that.

Lamiroir:
It does. There was no other time I could have dropped it.

Apollo:
But that's ridiculous! You only looked in for an instant, but you dropped your brooch?

Klavier:
...Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
!

Klavier:
She has raised a possibility. The only thing that can counter that... is evidence.

Judge:
Hmm... So she looked in at the crime scene.

Lamiroir:
Actually, I intended to go into the dressing room. I knew nothing of what had happened, of course. But the moment I opened the door, I heard a horrible voice.

Klavier:
Herr Forehead shouting, "Who's there!" no doubt. A horrible voice indeed...

Apollo:
Ugh...

Lamiroir:
I closed the door immediately.

Judge:
Well, that explains the brooch. Let's return to your testimony.

Apollo:
(That's too convenient... She's hiding something!) Lamiroir! You did look into the room though, right?

Lamiroir:
Y-Yes...

Apollo:
Testify as to what you saw!

Lamiroir:
Very well. Though it was only the briefest of glimpses...




Lamiroir:
When my performance was finished, I went backstage for just a moment...


Lamiroir:
I saw nothing. The late Mr. LeTouse's body was behind a wall.






Apollo:
"The late Mr. LeTouse's body", you say?

Lamiroir:
Yes...?

Apollo:
You know something more about Mr. LeTouse's death than you are saying.

Lamiroir:
What...?

Apollo:
I could see you trying not to remember... But the effort made you swallow! ...You can't fool my eyes.

Lamiroir:
! ...It is true. It was so terrible, after all. Why did Mr. LeTouse have to be shot?

Apollo:
One moment, Lamiroir.

Lamiroir:
Yes...?

Apollo:
What was that you just said? "Why did Mr. LeTouse have to be shot?"

Lamiroir:
Yes...?

Apollo:
(She was hiding something, I knew it!) Lamiroir, I'm afraid you haven't realized it, but... ...your words just now contradict your testimony!

Lamiroir:
Eh? How could that be!?

Apollo:
(...Take this! Lamiroir contradicted her own testimony, and I have the evidence to prove it!)





Apollo:
Tell me, Lamiroir... How did you know he had been shot?

Lamiroir:
Eh. Well, I...

Apollo:
Immediately following the incident, a gag order was placed on the scene. This is the document proving that. In your testimony, you told the court... "No one told me anything about the incident."

Lamiroir:
Ah...

Apollo:
Furthermore, you testified that you had "seen nothing".

Lamiroir:
...!

Apollo:
Yet you knew that Mr. LeTouse had been shot! How could you have known!?

Lamiroir:
...! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooowrk!

Judge:
Lamiroir! You aren't hiding something from this court, I hope!

Lamiroir:
......

Apollo:
(That sweet song of hers was sounding a little too sweet!)

Lamiroir:
Ah, now I remember. Please... allow me to add to my testimony.

Klavier:
...Of course. All we want to know... is the truth.

Trucy:
She looks kind of pale, huh?

Apollo:
She saw something, I know it. Even the victim said so!




Lamiroir:
I saw bullet holes in the wall, and knew Mr. LeTouse had been shot...






Apollo:
Lamiroir. They call you the Siren of the Ballad... ...but lies are hardly becoming of such a creature.

Judge:
...A put-down worthy of our prosecutor, Mr. Justice.

Trucy:
...Such put-downs are hardly becoming of you, Apollo.

Klavier:
...Stop polishing your forehead and start polishing your character, ja?

Apollo:
(C'mon, can't I be cool for once!?) Observe the diagram! Lamiroir, you looked in from the door for just a moment. Correct?

Lamiroir:
Y-Yes, that is so.

Apollo:
There were bullet holes in the room, yes. But they were in the wall the door is on!

Lamiroir:
Eh...

Apollo:
You see? Assuming you merely glanced into the room... ...you couldn't have seen those bullet holes!

Lamiroir:
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeooowrk!

Judge:
...... Lamiroir.

Lamiroir:
...Yes.

Judge:
I'm afraid the defense has raised a good point. It appears you have been holding back something.

Lamiroir:
...And I must tell you? I must tell you what it is that I saw?

Judge:
Yes. The happenings in this trial are being recorded. And I'm certain it will be on the news in Borginia. You understand your reputation is at stake. It falls to you to avoid tarnishing it.

Klavier:
Personally speaking... I still believe that cross-examining her will yield us absolutely nothing.

Apollo:
But she knew how Mr. LeTouse died! And he named her as a witness! You must have seen something, Lamiroir!

Judge:
...Very well. Lamiroir... Please continue your testimony.

Lamiroir:
... Very well, I shall.




Witness Testimony
- - What I Saw 2 - -

Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the stage to the backstage exit.
There was something like a little window there... That's how I saw it.
There were two shots... I couldn't do anything to stop it.
But it wasn't Machi!
It was a grown person! ...I know it was!

Judge:
So you did witness the crime! And the killer was... a grown person, you say?

Klavier:
Ach. This is my first time hearing this, I assure you. Nice play, Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
......

Judge:
Very well, Herr... er, Mr. Justice. You may begin your cross-examination!

Trucy:
Great going, Apollo! You were right about Lamiroir. ...What's wrong? You don't look too happy.

Apollo:
(This whole thing smells fishy... That's what's wrong.)

Trucy:
...?




Cross-Examination
- - What I Saw 2 - -

Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the stage to the backstage exit.


Lamiroir:
There was something like a little window there... That's how I saw it.


Lamiroir:
There were two shots... I couldn't do anything to stop it.


Lamiroir:
But it wasn't Machi!


Lamiroir:
It was a grown person! ...I know it was!


Trucy:
You can't ask for a better testimony than that!

Apollo:
I'm not so sure it's all that simple, Trucy. (There's a critical flaw in this testimony... And I have to point it out, even if it isn't good for our case...)




(Pressing fifth statement leads to:)

Klavier:
Lamiroir. I understand why you would want to protect Machi. Yet remember, you are the Siren of the Ballad... ...And lies do not become such a creature.

Judge:
What does the prosecution mean!?

Trucy:
Apollo! What's he talking about!?

Apollo:
(How come no one bats an eye when he says stuff like that?)

Klavier:
I recall the state of the crime scene quite well.

Apollo:
The state of the room...?

Klavier:
Yes, and when the murder took place... ...that window was closed. I find it hard to believe you could hear a voice through it.

Lamiroir:
What!? B-But I... I'm sure...

Klavier:
...Lamiroir. I have nothing but the highest regard for your musical sense. ...But my opinion of you as a witness is somewhat lesser.

Apollo:
Objection
B-But she's the only eye-witness we have!

Klavier:
Objection
So you say. And the victim named her, the "Siren" as the witness?

Apollo:
Th-That's right! That's what Mr. LeTouse...

Klavier:
We heard your claim. We even entertained the possibility. And it brought us to this. Herr Judge!

Judge:
Yes?

Klavier:
The prosecution requests that the witness... be excused. Please.

Judge:
Hmm... I'm afraid I must honor the prosecution's request. There is indeed a question of the witness's credibility.

Apollo:
B-But if Lamiroir can't testify...

Trucy:
Then we don't have a chance of proving Machi's innocence.

Judge:
This cross-examination is over! ...Prosecutor Gavin. You may continue making your case.

Klavier:
...Danke. Now where were we? Ah yes, I would like to hear from Fräulein Detective again.

Apollo:
Objection
Wait! Let me hear Lamiroir's testimony one last time...

Judge:
But the cross-examination is already over. Until such a time as a need arises... ...this witness may leave the stand.

Lamiroir:
...... I'm sorry I could not be of more assistance.

Klavier:
...... At last, back to the real trial. Ready, Herr Forehead?

Apollo:
(Grr... I hope I didn't just miss my only chance.)

Klavier:
Fräulein Detective, how far had we gotten until we were so rudely interrupted?

Ema:
Don't ask me!

Klavier:
I dislike saying the same thing twice. And I never repeat a song for an encore.

Judge:
...If you would, Ms. Skye.

Ema:
...Hmph. I believe I was saying that the only way Mr. LeTouse's killer could have escaped... ...was through that air vent on the ceiling.

Judge:
Ah, yes, there was only one door in the room. And a witness, you, was standing in front of it.

Ema:
That air vent isn't very big, see. Kind of limits the people who could possibly get through.

Judge:
I certainly would have a difficult time.

Ema:
You sure would. Not that you would have been there in the first place, though. Remember, the whole backstage area was off-limits to people not involved with the concert. The only one who meets the conditions for our killer... is the defendant.

Klavier:
...A virtuoso performance! I couldn't have put it better myself.

Judge:
Hmm. She does state a clear case. Though, reading the report, something caught my eye.

Klavier:
Oh? What's that?

Judge:
The circumstances of the defendant's arrest.

Apollo:
The circumstances...? (Again...?)

Trucy:
Hey, that's right, Apollo! Remember when we found Machi? That was bizarre!

Apollo:
(She's right... Why did Mr. LeTouse's body disappear from the room... ...and end up on top of that stage tower? ...Holding a guitar, no less.)

Klavier:
...A perceptive observation, Herr Judge.

Judge:
Ah, er, thanks! It was kind of an accident, really. But you work in this job long enough... ...you get a nose for things. Eh he he.

Trucy:
The judge sure seems pleased with himself!

Klavier:
Very good, Fräulein Detective. Perhaps you can tie it all together for us. Why was the body moved? And how does that lead us to the killer!?




Witness Testimony
- - The Missing Body - -

Ema:
I believe Machi stole the body because of some lyrics.
He moved the body to match Lamiroir's song.
No one in this country had a motive to kill the victim.
And, Machi practically left his signature at the scene.
All of the evidence clearly points to the defendant.

Apollo:
Lamiroir's... song?

Klavier:
Yes... "The Guitar's Serenade". You noticed its "code" too, did you not?

Apollo:
Its "code"...?

Klavier:
All the events that day followed the lyrics to our song. First, the keys my "heart" held on to so tightly were stolen.

Apollo:
Then Prosecutor Gavin's guitar burst into flames on stage. Mr. LeTouse's life was taken by a bullet...

Klavier:
The rest hardly needs explanation... "Guitar, Guitar... Up together to the sky."

Judge:
Th-That's mad! It's like a story out of some fairy tale!

Apollo:
(I admit, I'd forgotten about the song... But there it is now, waiting for me... the grand finale, as it were.)

Trucy:
Hey! You know I was the one who first noticed that!

Judge:
I've heard of jumping rope to songs, and counting to songs... ...But killing!?

Klavier:
It's a wild world out there, Herr Judge.

Judge:
Very well! We've heard one song and dance, let's get on to the next: the cross-examination!

Apollo:
(I'm not so sure I'm going to be doing much singing...)




Cross-Examination
- - The Missing Body - -

Ema:
I believe Machi stole the body because of some lyrics.


Ema:
He moved the body to match Lamiroir's song.


Ema:
No one in this country had a motive to kill the victim.


Ema:
And, Machi practically left his signature at the scene.


Ema:
All of the evidence clearly points to the defendant.


Trucy:
This doesn't look so good, does it, Apollo?

Apollo:
No, it doesn't.

Trucy:
...... What do we do!?

Apollo:
(First, we don't panic. Even though Machi's case is leaking water by the gallon. Gavin's on a roll, and it's up to me to stop him!)




Ema:
From the state of the crime scene, I conclude the shooter was blind.






Apollo:
This is that evidence!

Judge:
The photograph of the crime scene...?

Apollo:
(I don't care much for the smirk on Prosecutor Gavin's face... But this is no time to think twice... Time to press on!) Yes, Your Honor, the crime scene. There is something in here that decisively contradicts the prosecution's point!

Klavier:
Then perhaps you'd best show us this "something". Get your finger out of the breeze and put it to good use, ja?

Judge:
Very well, show us what you're talking about, Mr. Justice! The contradiction at the scene of the crime is...





Apollo:
The contradiction is right here!

Ema:
The smeared blood stains...!

Judge:
Hmm... I thought it was just my blurry vision. But it really was blurry! The way the victim's hand is raised above his head... ...Much like a gesture I have seen many times in this court.

Ema:
It's almost as if he wrote something...?

Trucy:
Ah ha! I get it! At least, I think I get it!

Klavier:
Get what, Fräulein?

Trucy:
When Mr. LeTouse was shot, he tried to write something! And what would he write but the shooter's name? And what would he write it in but his own blood? Pretty good, huh?

Apollo:
(Thanks for making my point for me...) Yes, in fact, that's what I think happened here.

Judge:
Hmm... That does seem to be a distinct possibility.

Ema:
The victim wrote the killer's name... ...It's certainly a logical conclusion.

Trucy:
Drat! I just wish it wasn't all rubbed out like that.

Judge:
Of course it's rubbed out. Why, if I were a killer... ...I certainly wouldn't want to leave my own name behind!

Klavier:
Neither would I.

Ema:
......

Klavier:
......

Judge:
......

Apollo:
Um... No one has anything else to say?

Judge:
...About what?

Apollo:
So the prosecution accepts this? You agree this was the victim making an attempt to record the name of the killer? ...And that the killer tried to rub the name out?

Ema:
What's your point?

Apollo:
What's my point!? Let me ask you this: How did the killer know the victim was writing their name?

Ema:
Well, Mr. LeTouse was writing something in blood. Once the killer saw what it was... ...Wait.

Judge:
Once he "saw" what it was...?

Apollo:
But what did you just testify about the shooter?

Ema:
I said... they were blind. Ack!!!

Apollo:
Yet the crime scene itself contradicts that! The killer had to have been able to see! Why would they rub out the name in blood otherwise?

Ema:
Ah... ahh...

Apollo:
May I remind the court that the defendant, Machi Tobaye, is blind! He couldn't have been the shooter!

Ema:
Urk... Immmmmmmmposssssibbleee!

Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! P-Prosecutor Gavin! Please explain to me what all this means!?

Klavier:
......

Judge:
I mean, looking at this photo... It seems quite clear that the shooter could see! Yet, up until now...

Klavier:
...It seems I owe the court an apology.

Judge:
Hmm!?

Klavier:
The Gavinners are a band with law enforcement ties, yet a murder occurred... ...during our concert! Apparently, this caused some confusion over jurisdiction. As a result, some reports were not filed in an entirely timely manner.

Apollo:
(I... I'm not sure I like the vibe I'm getting here.)

Trucy:
Hey Apollo, look at him. Why is Prosecutor Gavin all relaxed and smiling like that? Like he knows something we don't... and he's about to tell us.

Klavier:
Heh heh heh. I've got an idea... Let's rock! ...With these documents. But before that. I have a question for the Fräulein Detective. If I may?

Ema:
Wh-What?

Klavier:
Tell me... Why do you think that Machi Tobaye is blind?

Ema:
Huh...?

Apollo:
Wh-What did he say?

Ema:
What are you saying? Of course he's blind!

Klavier:
Of course...?

Ema:
H-He's the blind pianist, right? So... So he's... Doesn't Lamiroir lead him around by the hand all the time?

Apollo:
(No way...)

Klavier:
I have a report here on the defendant, Machi Tobaye. According to this, Machi Tobaye... ...can see perfectly well.

Ema:
What...?

Klavier:
His blindness was merely a publicity ploy by those clever Borginians. He can see quite well.

Apollo:
Objection
B-But you said...

Klavier:
...What did I say, exactly?

Apollo:
!

Klavier:
Herr Forehead, not once in the course of this trial... ...have I claimed the defendant was blind. The only one who did was Fräulein Detective.

Apollo:
Bu-But that's...

Klavier:
...A significant fact, yes! Consider: Machi Tobaye sees. And he was the only one who could have fled through the air vent. I see no problems with this.

Ema:
But what about the bullet holes in the wall?

Klavier:
Yes, the bullet holes. I believe Herr Forehead neatly explained those for us. He didn't miss because he couldn't see. It was the kickback from the 45-caliber revolver. A simple accident, in other words.

Apollo:
Ack...!

Klavier:
How's that? I'm afraid your "objection" has just flown off for brighter skies...

Apollo:
Urk...

Klavier:
This is where the real fun begins, Herr Forehead!

Apollo:
Yeeeeaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggh!

Klavier:
I knew you didn't have what it took.

Ema:
You... You jerk! Just what was I in here for? Comic relief!?

Trucy:
Yeah! Apologize!

Klavier:
Ah ha ha. Oh, sorry!

Trucy:
That's no way to apologize!

Apollo:
(He's angered the Trucy now. Look out...)

Judge:
Ahem. If we can please end the bickering. Now.

Ema:
Whatever! I'm not leaving! I can't leave like this. I'll come up with some clue to solving this case if it kills me!

Judge:
But your testimony has already given us enough to convict the defendant...

Apollo:
(Ugh, don't say that...)

Ema:
Ah! Ah ha!

Apollo:
"Ah ha" what?

Ema:
This blood stain... The criminal tried to wipe it off, right?

Apollo:
That seems to be what happened, yes.

Ema:
We might be able to find out what was really written here!

Apollo:
...! Really...? You can do that?

Ema:
That's right, with this! It's called Luminol! Maybe you know of it? It's a chemical that reacts to blood.

Klavier:
Ah yes, have we done those tests yet...?

Ema:
Hah! As if I'm going to tell you!

Klavier:
The blood stains covered a section of the carpet. In order to perform blood tests, that section was removed and submitted. Perhaps we should request it here in court now.

Ema:
Right! Go for it, Apollo!

Apollo:
Huh? I have to do the test?

Ema:
You just have to spray the luminol on it! Simple!

Apollo:
(A chemical that reacts to blood... I've heard of this somewhere.)

Judge:
...Yes, I believe an analysis is called for. Have at it!

Ema:
Right, ready? It's easy as pie! Just touch the screen to spray an area. Here! Give it a try!

Apollo:
(...The eyes of the entire court are focused on me!)

Trucy:
Apollo! Your hand's shaking!

Apollo:
(Ugh... Grrrah! Let's do this!)

Apollo:
(Wow... it really works!)

Trucy:
This must be... this must be the power of science!

Ema:
It says... "IPXX314206"... ...Is that the killer's name?

Judge:
Hmm. Maybe it is... if the killer was a robot!

Klavier:
Ah hah! I have it!

Apollo:
...So what is it?

Klavier:
I thought those letters "IPXX" looked familiar. This is an Interpol ID number.

Ema:
I-Interpol? You mean the international police agency?

Klavier:
Yes. Most are undercover agents working to solve international crimes. But why would he write that number...?

Apollo:
Why would Mr. LeTouse even know a number like that!?

Klavier:
Good show, Fräulein Detective. Rock on.

Ema:
Eh?

Klavier:
Your Honor! We can verify this number immediately. ...Daryan, are you there? Come up to the witness stand! Daryan... you heard what we need. Go check into this Interpol ID number.

Daryan:
Sure thing. Gimme 30 minutes. No... Gimme 27.

Judge:
Hmm... I'm not sure what to think of all this. The prosecution's case is airtight, or so it seems. Yet if this number is really that of an Interpol agent...

Ema:
Oh, wait, I know... What if Machi Tobaye's really an undercover Interpol agent?

Klavier:
That would be a possibility.

Judge:
A possibility, yes. And one that would mark him as the killer for certain.

Apollo:
(Why did LeTouse know an Interpol ID number...? That's what I want to know.)

Klavier:
Well, we have some time while we await Daryan's report. Let's work on unraveling another mystery, shall we? A curious mystery concerning Machi Tobaye.

Apollo:
...What are you talking about?

Klavier:
Fräulein Detective, please accept my apologies. I received word that the defendant could, in fact, see, just before the trial began. It seemed too much of a bother to tell you.

Ema:
...You had me until that last bit.

Klavier:
Does this not raise a rather straightforward question?

Ema:
Well, sure... Why did Machi pretend he couldn't see?

Klavier:
Exactly... It makes little sense. What do you think, Herr Forehead?

Apollo:
Huh? Me?

Klavier:
Machi Tobaye pretended he was blind... ...Do you know why?

Ema:
How could he know!?

Trucy:
Wait... Prosecutor Gavin knows why, doesn't he...

Apollo:
(He's known from the start of the trial. He's been leading us on the whole time!)

Klavier:
Hmm? Something wrong? Do you think, perhaps, this is all some kind of game? Know that the moment I heard that report... ...I knew why.

Judge:
Hmm... I suppose people who have sold over a million records really are something else.

Apollo:
(What does that have to do with anything!?)

Klavier:
There was a reason why Machi Tobaye pretended to be blind. But it wasn't for his own sake. ...Getting the picture now?

Apollo:
It wasn't for himself...!?

Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Can you present evidence that shows us why the defendant had to feign blindness?



Ema:
Yeah! Wasn't she supposed to be the "landscape painter in sound" or something?

Klavier:
Well, since we have her here...

Ema:
!

Klavier:
...Why not ask Lamiroir herself? I believe she is still in the witness waiting room.

Trucy:
A-Apollo, what does this mean for our case!?

Apollo:
Don't ask me! I had no idea she couldn't see... I hadn't even imagined it until now!

Judge:
Bailiff! Bring in Lamiroir!

Klavier:
...Lamiroir. It pains me deeply to call you before us again in this way. And yet I must.

Lamiroir:
Please, do not be concerned on my behalf.

Apollo:
(Those eyes... She really can't see? Really?)

Lamiroir:
...... It is true.

Apollo:
...!

Lamiroir:
How funny it is that a tiny lie born in the Borginian countryside... ...would one day grow to entangle the entire world.

Judge:
So... So you are...!?

Lamiroir:
Yes. As I mentioned before... ...I have no memory of the time before I became Lamiroir. Know too that my memories begin in darkness. The word "light" has no meaning for Lamiroir.

Judge:
I see...

Klavier:
You may recall me saying something toward the beginning of this trial, Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
...? What's that?

Klavier:
I believe I said it was unfortunate this crime had no "direct" witnesses.

Apollo:
Ah...

Klavier:
Now, Lamiroir, I must ask you to stand once more. Will you testify to the court about your eyes?

Lamiroir:
Of course. It was never my intent to deceive any of you. May I begin, Your Honor?

Judge:
Uh, yes, yes of course... Though I admit, I'm a little lost here.

Apollo:
I think we're all a bit lost here, Your Honor.




Witness Testimony
- - Lamiroir's Eyes - -

Lamiroir:
I have no memory of the "light".
I debuted in a world of darkness and sound...
My producer came up with my PR line before he knew this.
So, silly as it may sound, I had to pretend I could see.
Everyone on my staff knew, of course, but no others.

Judge:
But... this is a murder trial!

Lamiroir:
I apologize. It was part of my contract, you see. I was to keep my blindness a secret, no matter what. Music is everything for me. I never imagined something like this would...

Klavier:
She told us the truth in the beginning. When she said she "saw nothing".

Judge:
Very well. Does the defense have anything to add?

Apollo:
...... I'd like to cross-examine.

Trucy:
But, what is there left to ask!?

Apollo:
There was one thing in her testimony that bothered me.

Klavier:
Perhaps it is best we let you get it out of your system. Someday you'll come to understand... ...the importance of thinking for yourself.

Judge:
Very well. The defense may proceed. However... Be aware this court will not tolerate any questions deemed too stressful to the witness.

Apollo:
...OK. (There was only one part that bothered me... Just let me ask about that and I'll be happy.)




Cross-Examination
- - Lamiroir's Eyes - -

Lamiroir:
I have no memory of the "light".


Lamiroir:
I debuted in a world of darkness and sound...


Lamiroir:
My producer came up with my PR line before he knew this.


Lamiroir:
So, silly as it may sound, I had to pretend I could see.


Lamiroir:
Everyone on my staff knew, of course, but no others.


Apollo:
(I suppose that's her confession, of sorts. There's just one part that bothers me... ...And I'm going to get to the bottom of it.)




(Pressing fifth statement leads to:)

Judge:
Order! Order!

Klavier:
Recall Lamiroir's earlier testimony...

Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the stage to the backstage exit. There were two shots... I couldn't do anything to stop it.

Judge:
But she couldn't have heard those gunshots! I thought we proved that...

Klavier:
That is not the most important point here.

Judge:
Hmm?

Klavier:
The moment he was shot, Mr. LeTouse "witnessed" her through that window. ...Why else would he have named her as the witness?

Apollo:
Ah...

Lamiroir:
But I really did hear them! Two gunshots... and the man's voice!

Klavier:
Unfortunately, such a thing was impossible. The window was closed. We have already run a simulation, of course.

Lamiroir:
But it was so clear... If I heard that voice again, I would know it in an instant...

Judge:
Hmm...

Bailiff:
...Your Honor!

Judge:
What is it, Bailiff? Can't you see we're in session here!?

Bailiff:
We have the results back from the investigation!

Judge:
The investigation...?

Klavier:
Ah, the Interpol number that Mr. LeTouse left us.

Judge:
...! Well let's hear it! ...We will continue this cross-examination afterward. Detective Crescend! Your report please!

Daryan:
I asked Interpol about that number. I'm sure you'll find their answer intriguing.

Klavier:
...Quick work as always, Daryan.

Judge:
Well, tell us about the number! Is the defendant a secret agent!?

Daryan:
"IPXX314206"... The agent registered under that number... ...was Romein LeTouse.

Klavier:
What...?

Daryan:
Our undercover Interpol agent was Mr. LeTouse himself! He was apparently in the middle of an operation.

Apollo:
So, when he wrote those letters...

Daryan:
...He was trying to tell us his own identity. And a cautious killer tried to wipe them away.

Trucy:
Mr. LeTouse was an undercover Interpol agent... So him being Lamiroir's manager...

Apollo:
...Was just a cover, most likely.

Daryan:
There's one other important detail I found.

Klavier:
Well, out with it.

Daryan:
It concerns that 45-caliber revolver, the murder weapon. Apparently, it belonged to Romein LeTouse. He had an Interpol permit to carry firearms. ...And the registration number on the revolver matched.

Klavier:
So the victim was killed with his own weapon, which makes sense. It's hard to imagine someone who wasn't an Interpol agent with such a large revolver.

Apollo:
(So the victim was an Interpol agent on an undercover op... I wonder how that ties into everything.)

Trucy:
It's got to tie in somehow, you'd think.

Apollo:
Yeah, somehow...

Judge:
Thanks for looking into that for us, Detective Crescend. It's a great help.

Daryan:
Oh, no problem at all, Your Honor. ...I'll be heading out...

Lamiroir:
Holdit
Wait!

Judge:
La-Lamiroir! Is something the matter?

Lamiroir:
That voice just now...

Klavier:
Daryan?

Lamiroir:
Mr. Daryan, is it...? ............ It was him. I am sure of it.

Judge:
It was "him"?

Klavier:
Y-You aren't saying--!?

Lamiroir:
That voice I heard, talking to Mr. LeTouse... when I heard the gunshots fired. It was him! It was Mr. Daryan!

Klavier:
Is this some kind of a joke!?

Apollo:
Whaaaaaaaat!?

Daryan:
...No way...

Apollo:
(The courtroom fell into such a chaotic state, the trial had to be suspended temporarily. I'd never seen that happen before. Of course, it's not every day that you get an accusation like that one. Lamiroir, fingering Daryan Crescend. Not only is he a guitarist, he's a detective! Could it really have been his voice Lamiroir heard? Things were changing fast, and frankly, I wasn't sure I could keep up with it.)

Trucy:
Hey! No wimping out now, Apollo!

To be continued.




July 9, 2:12 PM
Wright Anything Agency

Trucy:
Hey, hey, Apollo!

Apollo:
What?

Trucy:
Um, well, you know... ...Um, actually, nothing. I mean, something. ...Or maybe not.

Apollo:
Out with it. The suspense is giving me an ulcer.

Trucy:
Well, you know, the trial today? I was thinking... If you gave it a score, what score would you give it?

Apollo:
Score? Um, gee... I guess I would... um, or maybe... well... ...Bah. I'm just as bad as you.

Trucy:
See? It's so... so vague!

Apollo:
Clearly. Machi avoided a guilty verdict, which is something. Though I can't say I'm any less confused about the case.

Daryan:
I asked Interpol about that number. I'm sure you'll find their answer intriguing. "IPXX314206"... The agent registered under that number... ...was Romein LeTouse.

Apollo:
And the victim, Mr. LeTouse... Who would have guessed he was actually an undercover Interpol agent!? ...What a mess. And we don't have any idea what he was investigating.

Trucy:
Well, true, but we know who shot him now! Lamiroir told the whole court!

Lamiroir:
Wait! That voice just now... ............ It was him. I am sure of it. That voice I heard, talking to Mr. LeTouse... when I heard the gunshots fired. It was him! It was Mr. Daryan!

Trucy:
It's another mystery, Apollo! I love mysteries.

Apollo:
I don't. Speaking of mysteries, what's Mr. Wright up to? I wouldn't mind asking his opinion.

Trucy:
Now that you mention it, I haven't seen Daddy around.

Apollo:
What, is he some kind of stray that just wanders in and out at will?

Trucy:
I wouldn't say that, but he has been going out a lot. Some "top secret mission", he said.

Apollo:
Top secret...?

Trucy:
Anyway, you can't just rely on him to save the day! And you've got me to help you. We'll be fine!

Apollo:
Fine... right. Well, time's a-wasting, as they say. Let's investigate.

Trucy:
That's the spirit!




(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)

???:
Ahhh ha ha ha ha haa!

Apollo:
......

Trucy:
......

Apollo:
Um, Trucy? Was that another one of your tricks?

Trucy:
It wasn't me! I can't even make Mr. Hat laugh like that!

???:
...Wherever the mundane gives way to miracles, a word is whispered... Gramarye!

Trucy:
Hey! The other day...

Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Apollo:
Who's there!?

Trucy:
We... didn't just imagine that, did we?

Apollo:
He was wearing a silk hat. ...Friend of yours?

Trucy:
Hardly!

???:
We meet again!

Apollo:
Ah, um, nice to meet you. Who... are you? (And could you please stop smirking like that?)

Trucy:
Ah. Ahhhhhhh! It's you!!! Uncle Valant!

Apollo:
Uncle Valant...? He's your uncle!?

Trucy:
No, silly! It's the Great Gramarye, Valant Gramarye! The Grand Magician!

Valant:
Yes, it is I, the Great Valant Gramarye. As seen on television.

Apollo:
(And could you please stop smirking like that?)

Valant:
It's been a while, Miss Trucy. Seven years to be exact! My, how you've grown!

Trucy:
Good to see you again, Uncle Valant! You... look exactly the same!

Apollo:
Um, I hate to intrude, but... What is a Great Magician doing paying us a visit?

Valant:
I believe it was you who wished to see me? So, be quick with your questions! And do not quail, quake, or quiver. I am quite tame. Though my stardom may sear the sight... I'm quite down to earth when need calls.

Apollo:
(He does have a certain aura to him, it's true.)

Trucy:
Let's ask him about the case, Apollo!

Apollo:
(His "aura" sure isn't lost on our magician-in-the-making. She's practically drooling with enthusiasm.)

Trucy:
After all... ...Uncle Valant's one of Daddy's best friends! That's why I call him "uncle".

Apollo:
Wh-What? Daddy... you mean Mr. Wright...?

Trucy:
No, I mean... My real Daddy.

Apollo:
...! (Trucy's real father!?)



(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)

Valant:
...Ach, I've been remiss in remembering my reasons for my visit.

Apollo:
Reasons?

Valant:
Two, in fact! The first being, of course... ...to see you, Miss Trucy.

Trucy:
You don't know how happy I am to see you again, Uncle Valant!

Valant:
I'm sure you are.

Apollo:
...Not one for modesty, are you?

Valant:
When I encountered you at the Coliseum... the first time in seven years... ...I could fain contain my emotions! I wept oceans! And to learn you now defend that poor pianist, that blinded boy! Twas a hot topic of talk amongst the staff, you know. And defend him you did!

Trucy:
Eh heh. Well, it wasn't all my doing.

Apollo:
Um, I'm his defense attorney, actually.

Valant:
My other reason for coming here today... was this.

Trucy:
That's... a video tape?

Valant:
Quite so. A recording of the concert, no less. I've brought it for you, Trucy, on behalf of Troupe Gramarye. Will you watch it?




Sugar, Sugar...
O that night, in your embrace.

When you stole away the keys
my heart held on to so tight.

Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody

It wraps itself around me,
And now through the air I fly.

Woh... Woh...

Burning on in my heart. Fire.
Burn my love away. All away.

Like a bullet of love. Fire.
Take my life away. All away.

Guitar, Guitar...
Up together to the sky.




Trucy:
Wow... It's almost as good as it was live. So... what's the word? Mysterious...

Apollo:
(There are more mysterious things than her song going on... Way more mysterious...)

Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha...!

Apollo:
(This Valant Gramarye has good reasons to be here today... But I wonder what his "reasons" were to be at that concert?)

Video Tape received from Valant.

(Presenting Video Tape leads to:)

Valant:
...I, Valant Gramarye, now make my leave, Miss Trucy.

Trucy:
There's no need to rush, Uncle Valant! You should stay a while!

Valant:
I am afraid I cannot. I may not. I shall not. I have been asked to assist with an analysis and so I shall slink back to the scene.

Apollo:
So... you'll be at the concert venue today?

Valant:
Correct. If you would call on me, come to the Coliseum! See you later, crocodile.

Apollo:
(With a whir of his cloak, and a wink of his eye... ...he turned and walked out through the door. Normally.)

Trucy:
Well, there you go, Apollo! Let's get cracking!

Apollo:
...Right. (Valant Gramarye... I've got a few more things to ask him. Foremost among them, that bit of magic that made Lamiroir disappear... ...And how he knows Trucy, and her "real" father...!)





July 9
Detention Center
Visitor's Room

Apollo:
(Machi may not be guilty, but he's still a suspect.)

Trucy:
But they don't have any decisive evidence!

Apollo:
Yeah, but only someone as small as him could have gotten out of that room.

Trucy:
Right... the air vent.

Apollo:
And... he lied.

Trucy:
Lied?

Apollo:
(Machi Tobaye can see...)

Machi:
························

Trucy:
Ah! Machi!

Apollo:
Speak of the devil.

Machi:
························

Trucy:
He looks like he's doing OK!

Apollo:
I forget. Why did we come here? It's not like we can talk to him or anything.

Trucy:
Words are overrated! Feelings are what matter, Apollo.

Apollo:
It's kinda hard to build a court case on feelings. But, since we're here, anyway. Might as well get what I want to say off my chest.

Trucy:
If you need someone to complain to, I'll listen...

Apollo:
(I think she's actually worried for me...)

Machi:
························







July 9
Sunshine Coliseum

Trucy:
Woo! What a great day! It's perfect weather for sleuthing!

Apollo:
The weather matters for an investigation?

Trucy:
Don't some days just feel like "magic" days or "defense" days?

Apollo:
Um, sure. Let's get started, shall we?

Trucy:
Right on! Show us your stuff, Apollo!

Apollo:
Um, what stuff?

Trucy:
Your voice training! This is the perfet place for it!

Apollo:
I did enough at home, thanks.

Trucy:
Aw, there's no need to be shy! Keep that up and you'll never make it on the big stage!

Apollo:
I'm happy in the courtroom, thank you. I am a lawyer.

Trucy:
Then you're in luck, because it's lawyer weather today! Don't you just want to face the blue sky and shout, "Objection!"?

Apollo:
Look, the weather has nothing to do with lawyers. Let's get going already!






July 9
Backstage Hallway

Lamiroir:
Ah, Mr. Attorney.

Apollo:
Lamiroir! I'm sorry about today... I...

Lamiroir:
There is nothing you need to apologize for. You were merely defending Machi.

Trucy:
Um... Are you OK? Alone, I mean.

Lamiroir:
Humans are blessed with five senses. Even robbed of one, we get by. ...Though it does make being a witness rather difficult.

Trucy:
Speaking of "seeing", you knew who we were before we spotted you just now. And we weren't even talking.

Lamiroir:
...I heard your footsteps several times the day before.

Trucy:
Oh... You must have great ears!

Apollo:
(Ears that heard the crime taking place... Or so she claimed yesterday. ...But how?)




(Clearing all "Talk" options and presenting Video Tape leads to:)

Lamiroir:
Ah, I am reminded that I wished to speak to you about something.

Apollo:
Yes?

Lamiroir:
When I was walking this hallway before... I stumbled upon a small device of some kind. It was lying on the floor.

Apollo:
Device...? Maybe you mean this?

Trucy:
That's been lying there since the day before yesterday!

Lamiroir:
Might I... touch it? ...... I thought as much.

Apollo:
What? What did you think?

Lamiroir:
This is one of our headsets. Everyone on staff wears one during a concert.

Apollo:
I wonder whose this is?

Lamiroir:
We use it for communication. It would be quite inconvenient should it go missing.

Apollo:
We'll hold on to it for you then. We'll give it to Prosecutor Gavin when we see him.

Lamiroir:
Yes, that's best. Thank you.

Trucy:
So, can I put it on?

Headset attached to Trucy.

Trucy:
"Attached"? I'm not some kind of robot, Apollo!

Apollo:
(Everyone on staff was wearing one of these headsets... This might warrant some further inquiry.)





(Gavinners's Dressing Room)





July 9
In the Wings

Trucy:
That song... Isn't that the one Lamiroir was singing?

Apollo:
Yeah, you're right. "The Guitar's Serenade"...

Trucy:
Wow, I'd love to do a show on a stage like this!

Apollo:
I'd come to see that.

Trucy:
The house is full, and as one, the audience sighs with wonderment! There I am, singing my ballad, rose petals swirling through the air...

Apollo:
Not bad... wait. Aren't you a magician!?

Trucy:
...Oh. That's right. I was a magician, wasn't I.

Apollo:
(Some dedication...)

Valant:
Ah ha! If it isn't Miss Trucy! And indeed it is!

Trucy:
Uncle Valant!

Apollo:
What exactly are you doing here?

Valant:
...I take real responsibility in tasks undertaken. I am inspecting my equipment of illusion to make sure naught is amiss, Miss.

Trucy:
The Lamiroir Teleportation Illusion! Ooh!

Valant:
Should anything go wrong, it would reflect poorly upon me and my troupe. As I went about my exacting examination, I happened to notice that piano. ...And I remembered that fair lady's

melancholy melody.

Trucy:
Hey Apollo, maybe Uncle Valant can shed some light on this whole thing for us!







July 9
Lamiroir's Dressing Room

...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH...

Apollo:
Uh oh... There's only one person I know who can munch with such... venom.

Ema:
...What are you doing here?

Apollo:
Hello, Ema. You're looking as grumpy as ever.

Ema:
Oh, am I supposed to be happy? You give me the second degree in court, and Prosecutor Gavin makes me look like a fool.

Apollo:
...You're talking about the blood stain Mr. LeTouse left?

Ema:
My department chief had a field day with that one. "Even a blind person could see the shooter wasn't blind!" Funny guy, huh?

Trucy:
But that blood stain helped uncover the biggest mystery of all!

Apollo:
Now we know that Mr. LeTouse was really with Interpol.

Trucy:
We wouldn't have found that out without you!

Ema:
I suppose. Maybe that's why the chief gave me these after he was finished chewing me out. Said it was my reward.

Apollo:
...Are chocolate Snackoos popular down at the precinct or something?

Ema:
...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH...

Trucy:
...I was hoping we could check out the crime scene again.

Ema:
Be my guest. You're not going to find any clues in here. ...Though I did find something strange.

Trucy:
Something strange?





(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)

Ema:
...Guess I'd best be getting on with my investigation.

Apollo:
We're off to look for more clues elsewhere, then.

Ema:
I feel better just knowing what this thing is now. I'll have to look into igniters a bit more later.

Trucy:
Good luck!

Apollo:
(I'd like to know a bit more about igniters myself...)

Igniter added to the Court Record.




(Sunshine Coliseum, after talking with Ema Skye and Valant Gramarye)

July 9
Sunshine Coliseum

Daryan:
What? Come to laugh at the murderer?

Trucy:
Daryan...

Daryan:
That old bag opens her pie hole, and wham-bam my life goes down the chute. Thanks! They won't let me work while I'm a suspect!

Trucy:
Daryan isn't in the best of moods, is he?

Apollo:
Not many people are these days, it seems.

Trucy:
It is a crime scene. Not exactly the happiest place to hang out.

Daryan:
Then Gavin had to go rub salt in the wound... My alibi's rock solid. Rock solid!



Apollo:
Come to think of it, I haven't seen Prosecutor Gavin around much.

Daryan:
Oh, him? He's down at the prosecutor's office, most likely.

Apollo:
The prosecutor's office... (I've never been there, have I.)

Daryan:
The data on the victim should have come in from Interpol. ...Normally, I'd be down there dealing with it. Normally.

Trucy:
Apollo! Let's go check it out! I've always wanted to see the prosecutor's office.

Apollo:
Hmm... Maybe that's not such a bad idea.

Trucy:
Right on!

Daryan:
Say "hi" for me, OK? Oh, and "screw you". And tell him I want into that crime scene!

Apollo:
...Um, we'll be going now.

Daryan:
Hey, wait.

Apollo:
Y...Yes?

Daryan:
What do you really think happened? Really? You don't think I did it, right?

Apollo:
W-Well...

Daryan:
Great. Way to instill a guy with some confidence. Just remember, I was ripping it up on stage when it happened, OK? Ripping!

Apollo:
...!

Daryan:
Don't get led astray by some siren song, eh? Get this one wrong, and you'll be eating humble pie for a year. I'll bake it myself.

Trucy:
Let's... not talk to him anymore. Alright?

Apollo:
(Detective Daryan Crescend... He's one stone I'd leave unturned if I had a choice.)





(Backstage Hallway, after talking with Daryan Crescend)

July 9
Backstage Hallway

Apollo:
...This place is deserted.

Trucy:
I wonder where Lamiroir went off to?

Apollo:
I'm sure she's OK on her own. She seems resourceful.

Trucy:
I guess... But I can't help worry about her a little.




July 9
Prosecutor Gavin's Office

Trucy:
So... this is it. The Gavinners's head office.

Apollo:
It's not the band's office. It's the prosecutor's office.

Klavier:
Yeah, so that's why I am asking, what is this creepy thing... object... whatever.

Apollo:
...Looks like Prosecutor Gavin is on the phone.

Trucy:
Oh well, guess we'll have to come back. Or we can hide behind that bookshelf real quiet-like...

Apollo:
...That's eavesdropping.

Trucy:
Why? We'd just be waiting. Quietly. So he didn't notice. What if we heard something scandalous about the band!?

Apollo:
(She'd make a good reporter... for a gossip mag.)

Klavier:
What? A "replica"...? So why was he after it in the first place? Yeah, LeTouse!

Apollo:
(LeTouse...?)

Klavier:
Look, don't talk to me about those Borginians, OK? Just get me that report, chop chop. ...And stop leaving mysterious objects in my office, OK?

...*beep*...

Klavier:
It's times like this when I start to miss Daryan... ...Huh?

Apollo:
Erm, hiya!

Trucy:
Tee hee! Just thought we'd drop in. Hope you're not mad...?

Klavier:
...How could I be? There's not enough "tee hee" in the world, in any case. Have a seat.

Apollo:
(Prosecutor Gavin, the philanthropist.)

Trucy:
Watch and learn, Apollo!

Klavier:
So, who have you come to see?

Trucy:
Huh?

Klavier:
Klavier, lead vocalist for the Gavinners? Or Prosecutor Gavin, scourge of the courtroom?

Trucy:
What do you think he means, Apollo?

Apollo:
I think he's giving us a choice. We can either ask him about the concert... or the case. (Which way to go?)




(Clearing all "Talk" options and presenting Igniter leads to:)

Klavier:
I believe that covers everything I'm at liberty to talk to you about.

Apollo:
Oh.

Klavier:
Thanks for dropping by, ...Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
Thanks...?

Klavier:
Why, you gave me so much information! That igniter, for instance...

Apollo:
Oh. That.

Klavier:
I've never met an attorney so forthcoming with the prosecution. It's a big help. ...Or perhaps you're just a tad naïve, hmm?

Apollo:
(...I guess I could have hid it, but somehow, showing it felt like the right thing.) I could say the same... to you, Prosecutor Gavin.

Klavier:
...?

Apollo:
Thanks for the information. About the, er, strange lump of plastic. The one that Mr. LeTouse was investigating.

Trucy:
Hey, that's right...

Klavier:
I've been thinking, Herr Forehead. We encounter many incidents in our lives, all of us. Not all of them simple.

Apollo:
...Especially not the ones where people are killing to song lyrics.

Klavier:
That is why I try to at least remain simple inside. And I keep a simple goal: to discover the truth.

Apollo:
......

Klavier:
That's why I like to keep relations civil, ja? ...That is all.

Apollo:
...I can live with that.

Trucy:
Um... Mr. Prosecutor?

Klavier:
Fräulein?

Trucy:
Can I ask you why you sing in a band?

Klavier:
Ah. Because I want women to turn and look when I walk down the street.

Apollo:
That's pretty simple, too.

Klavier:
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do. Another time, perhaps.




(Detention Center, after talking with Klavier Gavin)

July 9
Detention Center
Visitor's Room

Trucy:
Looks like Machi is in questioning.

Apollo:
Huh, the police must have a Borginian interpreter. That's no fair. I wish we could talk to him.

Trucy:
I guess we'll just have to come back later if we want to see him.

Apollo:
I guess so.





(Sunshine Coliseum, after talking with Klavier Gavin)

July 9
Sunshine Coliseum

Ema:
...Oh, it's you. You came at a good time.

Apollo:
Hello there, Ema. What's up?

Ema:
Either of you know where Lamiroir is?

Apollo:
Um... well, I saw her in the backstage hallway a while ago.

Ema:
Yeah? That's strange...

Trucy:
What's strange?

Ema:
I can't find her anywhere. I was supposed to bring her to the prosecutor's office...

Apollo:
(Lamiroir's missing!?)

Ema:
It's hard to imagine her wandering off somewhere on her own. ...Being that she's blind and all.

Apollo:
Yeah. We'll help you look for her.

Ema:
Great! Thanks.





July 9, 4:46 PM
In the Wings

Trucy:
Huh? The stage is pitch dark!

Apollo:
The power breaker must be off for this section... Great.

Trucy:
I'll go get someone! Yipes, it was really dark out there.

Apollo:
Dark... That's all Lamiroir has, when you think about it. (What would it be like to live in a world of darkness?)

Trucy:
...Hey, Apollo.

Apollo:
Huh? What?

Trucy:
...Doesn't something about the stage seem different to you? Like, something's changed?

Apollo:
Changed?

Trucy:
I can't put my finger on it, but it's bugging me.

Apollo:
(Now it's bugging me, too! What's she talking about?)





Trucy:
Hey, that case... Wasn't that open before?

Apollo:
Huh. I guess someone closed it.

Trucy:
Wait... Look! Where the case closes...

Apollo:
Something's sticking out! That... doesn't look like an instrument. You don't think it's...

Trucy:
Let's open it, Apollo! Eeeeeeeek! Lamiroir! Lamiroooooooir!

Apollo:
Ema! We have to get Ema!

Apollo:
(Lamiroir was taken directly to the hospital. Ema ran around, barking orders, making phone calls. Trucy just clung to my arm and cried... And me, I was still in shock. Two bodies in two days is two too many.)




July 9, 5:53 PM
Hickfield Clinic
Waiting Room

Trucy:
Ema! How's Lamiroir? Is she OK?

Ema:
Ah, you. We all owe you a big "thanks", that's for sure.

Trucy:
So... she's OK?

Ema:
Yes. She came to a short while ago. You found her before it was too late.

Trucy:
Th-That's good to hear...

Apollo:
So, what happened!?

Ema:
Someone attacked her. ...She was struck on the forehead.

Apollo:
By who!?

Ema:
We don't know.

Trucy:
But they hit her on the forehead, right? That's right in front of her! How could she not see... Oh.

Ema:
Right. Would you like to see her now?

Apollo:
Is that alright?

Ema:
She wants to thank you for saving her life.

Apollo:
Lamiroir!

Lamiroir:
Ah, Mr. Attorney. You were the one who found me? Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Apollo:
I-I'm just glad you're OK. Tell me, what happened?

Lamiroir:
......




(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)

Apollo:
(Cocoon smuggling... And Mr. LeTouse had Lamiroir marked... Hmm...) ...It couldn't be her.

Trucy:
Huh?

Apollo:
(There's one other person I need to talk to!) Thank you for talking to us, Lamiroir!

Lamiroir:
It was the least I could do.

Apollo:
Actually, I have another request.

Lamiroir:
If it is within my power...

Apollo:
I need an interpreter. Someone who speaks Borginian.

Trucy:
Apollo...?

Lamiroir:
......

Apollo:
Would you come with us, if you're well enough?

Lamiroir:
I see... Yes, yes of course. I shall accompany you.

Trucy:
Huh? Where are we going?

Apollo:
C'mon, Trucy. We're about to get to the bottom of this!




(In the Wings, after Lamiroir is hospitalized)





July 9
Detention Center
Visitor's Room

Apollo:
Machi... We came to talk to you about the case.

Lamiroir:
Machi...

Machi:
! ················

Apollo:
Could you interpret for us, Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
Yes.

Apollo:
Machi... I'd like to talk to you about when we first met. ...When we still thought you were blind.

Lamiroir:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Machi:
····················

Apollo:
Now we know the truth. You can see, right?

Trucy:
I was completely fooled, myself.

Apollo:
Machi... Isn't there another secret you're hiding from us?

Machi:
······!

Lamiroir:
Wait, Mr. Attorney! What do you mean by "secret"?

Machi:
············

Apollo:
What do I mean by "secret"? Well...





Apollo:
If I'm not mistaken... ...you know something about this, don't you!?

Machi:
······!

Trucy:
Hey, you got a reaction! A big one!

Lamiroir:
Machi, you didn't...!

Apollo:
...Trucy and I are trained to see people's uncertainty. Not that we would have needed any training to see that one.

Machi:
························

Lamiroir:
Mr. Attorney, please tell me what this is all about!

Apollo:
Lamiroir, please, interpret!

Lamiroir:
...Very well.

Apollo:
I know you know something about this by your reaction. If you won't tell me, I might have to give it to the prosecution... ...and have them look into it!

Machi:
! ························ [speaking in Borginese]!

Lamiroir:
He asks you to "wait, do not be so hasty."

Trucy:
M-Machi...?

Machi:
························ [speaking in Borginese]····[speaking in Borginese]?

Lamiroir:
"Do you know everything?"

Apollo:
...Yes, everything. Well, sort of.

Trucy:
Have him tell us about it!

Machi:
····[speaking in Borginese]····

Lamiroir:
"Very well"...



(Clearing all "Talk" options leads to:)

???:
This meeting's over.

Trucy:
...Daryan?

Apollo:
Wh-What do you mean? Visiting hours aren't over yet.

Daryan:
There's a call for Machi from the Borginian Embassy. This meeting is over. ...Sorry.

Apollo:
Just give us five more minutes. We can call them back after that.

Daryan:
Sorry, no go. C'mon, piano-boy. We're leaving.

Trucy:
Daryan! Wait!

Daryan:
...I never liked you. Either of you.

Apollo:
Huh...?

Trucy:
Darn it! We were so close! He was about to tell us! Hey, Apollo...

Apollo:
(He didn't want us to hear what Machi had to say...)

Trucy:
Apollo!

Apollo:
(...And there can be only one reason why.)

Trucy:
Why is everyone ignoring me!?

Apollo:
Oh, sorry! (This is it... I know who I'm after now. It all happens tomorrow... in court!)

To be continued.




July 10, 9:49 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2

Trucy:
Well, this is it!

Apollo:
Today's the day it all goes down. (And then there was yesterday...)

Daryan:
This meeting is over. ...Sorry.

Apollo:
Just give us five more minutes. We can call them back after that.

Daryan:
Sorry, no go. C'mon, piano-boy. We're leaving.

Trucy:
Daryan! Wait!

Daryan:
...I never liked you. Either of you.

Apollo:
Huh...?

Trucy:
Darn it! We were so close! He was about to tell us! Hey, Apollo...

Apollo:
(He didn't want us to hear what Machi had to say... ...And I think I know why. Time to bring down a little Justice!)

...BANG!...

Trucy:
Eeek!

Apollo:
Wh-What was that!?

???:
He is heard but unseen...

Trucy:
Who's that talking...?

Apollo:
...Valant Gramarye! (...Using the door like an average muggle, no less.)

Trucy:
You... aren't the witness today, are you, Uncle Valant?

Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha! A preposterous proposition. How could I stand to stand upon the stand? Why, my secrets would be free for the plucking! ...I might even have to sign autographs! That is why I intend to remain hidden for the entire day.

Trucy:
Ooh, with vanishing magic!?

Valant:
Indeed! I will jump upon an express train, and express myself to the next town over! But before I go... a word of warning.

Trucy:
Warning...? What?

Valant:
A grand Gramarye glamour resides at the root of all that has happened. Do not forget this truth.

Apollo:
A... glamour?

Valant:
A spell, a sorcery... a great illusion! ...Miss Trucy, though it pains me to part so... ...I need to get in line for a ticket. Farewell!

Trucy:
And there he goes.

Apollo:
He sure seemed happy about that illusion thing...

Trucy:
Oh, big illusions are the bread and butter of a magician! You can't pull off a show without one! The big illusion is always a spectacle to remember! Usually, it involves cutting up things, like people or elephants... ...or the Eiffel Tower. Anything, really!

Apollo:
So he was talking about what we saw at the concert.

Trucy:
Lamiroir's disappearing act.

Apollo:
And Prosecutor Gavin's exploding guitar.

Trucy:
I wonder what he meant by it being at "the root of all that has happened"?

Apollo:
Well, it's about time. Shall we go?

Bailiff:
Ah, excuse me, sir.

Apollo:
Y-Yes?

Bailiff:
The scheduled starting time for the trial has been changed. The trial will not be commencing until 10:30 AM. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Apollo:
Huh? Did something happen? This is a first...

Bailiff:
It was by the judge's request. Some urgent personal business.

Apollo:
(Great. I bet he stayed up too late last night, watching courtroom dramas.)

Bailiff:
Apparently, he's visiting the hospital again.

Apollo:
The hospital?

Bailiff:
I believe it was mentioned that the Chief Justice's son is unwell. Apparently his condition worsened considerably this morning.

Apollo:
The Chief Justice's son...

Trucy:
Oh, that's right... Remember yesterday morning? The judge said he had to go visit him after the trial.

Bailiff:
There's an article about it in the newspaper. If you care to read about it yourself...

Newspaper Article added to the Court Record.

Apollo:
("Incuritis"...? Where have I heard that before?)

Trucy:
I'll let you read that article for us, Apollo! Just leave the TV guide page to me!

Apollo:
...Try not to lose the page with the funnies if you can.




July 10, 10:30 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 3

Judge:
Ahem. My apologies for the delay. Court is now in session for the trial of... erm, how do you say this name again?

Klavier:
Machi Tobaye... our suspect fortissimo.

Judge:
...Right. It's his trial, in any case.

Apollo:
The defense is prepared, Your Honor.

Klavier:
The prosecution... is ready to rock.

Judge:
......

Apollo:
I-Is something wrong, Your Honor?

Judge:
No. Well, yes... It's just, I've been friends with the Chief Justice since we were students. It pains me to see him going through such a difficult time.

Trucy:
"Incuritis", was it? That article said there is no known cure!

Klavier:
Herr Judge, let me say, with all honesty, I feel your pain. But, now is not the time for tears. Now is the time... for law.

Judge:
...Indeed. We left off at quite the juncture yesterday.

Daryan:
I asked Interpol about that number. "IPXX314206"... The agent registered under this number... ...was Romein LeTouse.

Judge:
Thanks for looking into that for us, Detective Crescend. It's a great help.

Daryan:
Oh, no problem at all, Your Honor. ...I'll be heading out...

Lamiroir:
Holdit
Wait! That voice just now... ............ It was him. I am sure of it.

Judge:
It was "him"?

Lamiroir:
That voice I heard, talking to Mr. LeTouse... when I heard the gunshots fired. It was him! It was Mr. Daryan!

Daryan:
...No way...

Klavier:
Quite a sensational ending. Who would have thought Daryan would guest star in the season cliff-hanger... as a suspect?

Judge:
I asked the prosecution to look into this matter. ...Please tell the court your findings.

Klavier:
Daryan Crescend is a member of my band, the Gavinners... ...He is also a detective, making the current charges serious indeed. Yet, after investigation, I have found no cause to alter our case, or file new charges.

Apollo:
...And your reason is?

Klavier:
Weren't you aware, Herr Forehead? He has an impeccable alibi.

Judge:
An alibi?

Klavier:
Let us review the facts again, shall we? The concert held on the night of the shooting was in three sets. The Gavinners ripped up the stage during the first set. For the second set, our guest took center stage... The only performers appearing were myself, Lamiroir, and Machi... ...along with a drummer and bassist, for a total of five. The shooting in the dressing room, however, took place during the third set. Lamiroir and the defendant, Machi Tobaye had left the stage at that point... ...and the Gavinners were already rocking. This is when two shots rang out at the scene of the crime. Shots heard by Detective Ema Skye, mind you.

Trucy:
And Apollo. You heard them too, right?

Apollo:
I sure did.

Klavier:
Furthermore, Lamiroir herself witnessed the moment of the crime... ...Well, perhaps I should say, she "heard" the moment of the crime. ...When she claims to have heard Mr. LeTouse and Detective Crescend "talking".

Judge:
B-But that's impossible! Detective Crescend was...

Klavier:
Precisely. Detective Crescend was on stage, getting his groove on, no less. Voila. A perfect alibi!

Judge:
Hmm. Does the defense have anything to add to this?

Apollo:
(It's true. When I heard those gunshots, he must have been on stage. Still, there's something here that doesn't quite add up...)

Judge:
...It appears the defense has no objections. I believe we can safely say that Daryan Crescend's alibi has been acknowledged.

Klavier:
Which means that Lamiroir was sadly mistaken. Her testimony cannot be true.

Judge:
Very well. Of course, if we disregard her testimony... ...then I see no evidence keeping us from declaring a verdict. ...If indeed, there are no objections?

Trucy:
Uh oh, Apollo! If he declares a verdict now...

Apollo:
(Ack! But Prosecutor Gavin's case is airtight! Lamiroir might have been lying to protect Machi! How can I rely on her testimony...? Wait... What about yesterday in the detention center...?)

Machi:
[speaking in Borginese]········

Lamiroir:
"About the case..."? What about the case?

Apollo:
(He wants to tell us about Mr. LeTouse's death!?)

Machi:
[speaking in Borginese], [speaking in Borginese]····

???:
This meeting's over.

Trucy:
...Daryan?

Apollo:
(Machi was trying to tell us something, I know it! ...Maybe the best thing to do is ask him... under oath!)

Judge:
Very well. The court finds the defendant, er, what was his name again?

Apollo:
Objection
Your Honor!!!

Judge:
No, that wasn't it. It was something like "marquis" or-- ...Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
Your Honor, before you declare a verdict, I would like to call another witness!

Klavier:
Exactly who else do you need to hear from?

Apollo:
A witness who, until now, has not been given a chance to speak in this court. ...Because he doesn't speak English.

Klavier:
You don't mean...

Apollo:
I do. The defense calls defendant Machi Tobaye to the stand!

Judge:
Wh-What!? But he doesn't speak English...

Apollo:
We'll use an interpreter!

Klavier:
Interpreter? I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere. I only speak a few phrases, such as, "I love you," and, "Where is the toilet?"

Apollo:
The defense would like to request Lamiroir as the interpreter.

Judge:
L-Lamiroir!? But there's a possibility she's protecting the defendant...!

Apollo:
But she'd be interpreting for the defendant! Why would she lie?

Judge:
This is most unusual...

Klavier:
Ah ha ha... Bravo, Herr Forehead. Herr Judge! The prosecution agrees with the defense's request. If Lamiroir lies, I'll be able to tell. Even my limited knowledge of the language should be enough for that.

Judge:
Well, if both prosecution and defense are for this, I see little cause for refusal.

Apollo:
(Finally! Some progress!)

Judge:
Bailiff! Please show the defendant and Lamiroir to the witness stand!

Klavier:
I suppose there is a first time for everything. Shall we proceed? Your name, to begin with. ...If you would, Lamiroir.

Lamiroir:
Yes... He says, "Machi Tobaye, the defendant."

Judge:
Hmm, this is certainly a first for this courtroom. Not that we really needed an interpretation of that message in particular.

Apollo:
(So far, so good...)

Judge:
Very well. Mr. Justice, if you would.

Apollo:
Huh? If I would what, Your Honor?

Judge:
"Would what"!? You called the defendant to the stand, did you not? What would you have him testify about!?

Apollo:
What do I want him to testify about...? (Ack, I hadn't thought that far yet!)

Trucy:
Apollo! Aren't you going to ask him what he was about to tell us yesterday?

Apollo:
How can I if I don't know what he was saying...?

Lamiroir:
Excuse me, a moment. If I might speak?

Judge:
Yes, Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
Just now, Machi said there is something about which he "wishes to testify".

Apollo:
(Machi wants to testify about something? What could it be?)

Judge:
What sort of testimony is he talking about?

Lamiroir:
...One moment, please.

Apollo:
(Argh! The suspense is killing me...)

Lamiroir:
What...!?

Apollo:
(What? What!?)

Judge:
W-Well, Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
According to Machi... He has "proof of his innocence".

Judge:
Wh-Wh-Whaaaaaaat!?

Klavier:
...This is a surprise.

Trucy:
Yahoo! Victory, Apollo! We did it!

Apollo:
(This is sounding too good to believe. And I know what that usually means...)

Judge:
Well, if that's true, then this is vital testimony! Lamiroir... I mean, Machi! Please testify to the court!

Lamiroir:
"Very well."




Witness Testimony
- - Proof of Innocence - -

Lamiroir:
He says that word of Mr. LeTouse's death came as a great shock.
But if the killing truly followed the lyrics of my song...
...I, that is, he, could not have done it.
He says that because the lyrics are in English, he does not understand them.

Judge:
Hmm. I see! He wouldn't have understood the English lyrics to the song. That would prevent him from following them so closely.

Klavier:
I wondered what he meant by "proof". Why, he would only have to ask Lamiroir to know the meaning of that song.

Apollo:
Lamiroir! Did you ever explain the lyrics of that song to him?

Lamiroir:
I did tell him, generally, what the song was about. But never in so much detail. And he never asked.

Klavier:
Has my oft-repeated warning already fled that forehead? Lamiroir might be protecting the witness!

Apollo:
......

Judge:
Well, anyway, let us proceed with the cross-examination. Mr. Justice, if you would.

Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor. (Something's hidden in that testimony, I know it. I'll just have to trust my bracelet to tell me where! It worked yesterday, it'll work today!)




Cross Examination
- - Proof of Innocence - -

Lamiroir:
He says that word of Mr. LeTouse's death came as a great shock.


Lamiroir:
But if the killing truly followed the lyrics of my song...


Lamiroir:
...I, that is, he, could not have done it.


Lamiroir:
He says that because the lyrics are in English, he does not understand them.



Trucy:
Yay! I knew he was innocent!

Apollo:
I believe he is, too, Trucy. I do...

Trucy:
What's wrong, Apollo? You got a tummy ache or something?

Apollo:
(Something's hidden in that testimony... If it's the truth, I'll find it!)




Apollo:
Machi... ...You can't fool my eyes.

Machi:
········!

Apollo:
You glanced toward her the very moment Lamiroir said the word "English". Why? And don't bother interpreting that! He understands me!

Lamiroir:
...!

Apollo:
Machi, tell the truth. You can understand English, can't you?

Lamiroir:
Wh-What are you saying? Of course he can't!

Lamiroir:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Machi:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Apollo:
(Must he continue this charade...?)

Lamiroir:
Mr. Justice, Machi says this: "I know the word 'English'."

Apollo:
Huh?

Lamiroir:
Before coming to this country, he heard me speaking English. He learned the name for this language, that is all.

Apollo:
What? Give me a break!

Lamiroir:
Is that such an unusual word to understand? Do you not know "Español", for instance?

Apollo:
(Well, yeah, but...)

Lamiroir:
I am sorry, but he truly does not understand your language.

Apollo:
W-Well then explain this! How does he know the crime followed the lyrics!?

Lamiroir:
...... Have you always been such a suspicious-minded lad? It is simple. So simple it hardly requires an explanation. ...He read about it in the newspaper.

Apollo:
The newspaper!?

Lamiroir:
The Borginian Daily Bugle. You can buy it in this country these days, you know. They have already begun to report about this case in our homeland.

Apollo:
...... (I was right!)

Lamiroir:
What is wrong, Mr. Justice? Your eyes, they are quite fierce all of a sudden!

Apollo:
(...Machi is lying! Maybe it's time to show them proof that he's lying!)





Apollo:
I have here a Borginian Newspaper! The Borginian Daily Bugle, as a matter of fact!

Machi:
!

Apollo:
Indeed, there is a feature article about the case. Could you read this for me, Machi?

Machi:
····!

Apollo:
That's right. It doesn't mention the lyrics!

Lamiroir:
Wh-What? What is this all about?

Apollo:
I'm sorry Machi. You couldn't have read about the lyrics in a Borginian Newspaper!!!

Machi:
! ························ [speaking in Borginese]!!!!!!!!!

Judge:
What does this mean!?

Machi:
····················

Lamiroir:
B-But I don't see how it's possible... Ah, I know! He must have heard the lyrics when the police were doing their questioning! Yes...

Klavier:
Not possible, the subject of the lyrics was not brought up in police questioning. I read the full report myself.

Apollo:
So, the lyrics weren't in the newspaper and the police didn't mention them. The only place you could have heard them was in this courtroom! ...In English, no less!

Machi:
!

Judge:
The witness will explain herself... er, himself!

Lamiroir:
Machi says... He says... ......

Judge:
Yes?

Lamiroir:
..."It is true I read the newspaper. But this is not where I learned of the lyrics. I was mistaken. Now I remember..."

Apollo:
You remember...?

Lamiroir:
...He says he heard of the lyrics from me!

Apollo:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaat!?

Judge:
Is this true, Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
...... Yes. I'm afraid I had forgotten it myself.

Klavier:
Then it looks like Herr Forehead's been jumping to conclusions again.

Judge:
It seems so, yes.

Apollo:
(No... No! I was onto something, I know it! I can't let this chance slip away...!)

Judge:
Time is an issue today... Mr. Justice, are you finished with the cross-examination?

Trucy:
What are you going to do, Apollo!?

Apollo:
(If I'm going to keep on cross-examining, I'd better have an angle of attack... ...Or else!) ......! (My bracelet's still reacting!) Your Honor! Please allow me to continue!

Judge:
If you must, you must. Very well. Witness?

Lamiroir:
...I understand.




Lamiroir:
It was I who explained that the crime followed the song.






Apollo:
Lamiroir... I'm currently cross-examining Machi. ...Why should you be uncertain?

Lamiroir:
! Me? Uncertain?

Apollo:
Yes, you swallowed the very moment you told the court... ..."It was I who explained."

Lamiroir:
...I see there is little point in trying to hide anything from you.

Apollo:
Lamiroir, are you, indeed, protecting someone?

Lamiroir:
That... is not a question with a simple answer. To tell the truth, I do not believe it myself.

Apollo:
Then, allow me to answer for you. Lamiroir, you're protecting...





Apollo:
Lamiroir, you are protecting Machi. That's why you lied and told us that you had explained how the crime followed the song!

Lamiroir:
......

Apollo:
I don't fault you for trying to help, but this is not the way!

Lamiroir:
!

Apollo:
Machi! I believe you didn't do it, really! I trust you! But you've lied to us twice. And now you have Lamiroir lying on your behalf!

Machi:
················

Apollo:
If this is going to work, you have to trust me, too.

Machi:
!

Apollo:
Your two lies cover a simple truth. You understand English. You have to!

Machi:
! ························ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!

Judge:
Witness! Is this true? Do you understand English?

Machi:
...Y-Yes. A little, only.

Judge:
What!?

Klavier:
First he could see, now he can talk. And you... did not know about this, Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
I... no. I did not! It is quite a surprise.

Judge:
How many secrets is this witness hiding!?

Machi:
Last... This is... last...

Apollo:
Machi... could you tell us what really happened?

Machi:
No shooting! I did no shooting!

Apollo:
So, you weren't in the dressing room when I heard those two gunshots, correct?

Machi:
......

Klavier:
Apparently, the answer to that question isn't simple either.

Machi:
I was in... dressing room. Behind desk. Manager, he on floor...

Apollo:
(Which would be after the shooting, right...?)

Machi:
...Then, there is voice...

Trucy:
Voice? Or voices? Was it you and Ema, Apollo?

Apollo:
So when Machi went into the dressing room, Mr. LeTouse had already been shot. And then we came to the door.

Machi:
...Panel high up. I take off. Run away, run away!

Apollo:
So it was you who escaped through that air vent!

Klavier:
Ah ha ha. As the prosecution has held all along, no less. The defendant has admitted to being at the scene. Might we take this as a confession?

Apollo:
Objection
No! He's clearly denied that he did it!

Machi:
I no shooting! Manager on floor. Already on floor...

Klavier:
Objection
The victim had already been shot, you say? I find that hard to believe. The defendant understood the song lyrics. He was at the scene of the crime... This can only mean one thing. He is the shooter!

Machi:
!

Judge:
Does the defendant have anything to say to this?

Machi:
......

Trucy:
He's clammed up, Apollo!

Judge:
Then let's ask Mr. Justice. Will you require any further testimony from the witness?

Apollo:
(Is that it? Is there nothing else I can get hiim to testify about? Wait... no, of course there is!)

Trucy:
What is this cocoon, anyway?

Machi:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Lamiroir:
"The cocoon, the silk, is a potent cure."

Trucy:
A cure...? Well, Machi? Are you... a smuggler?

Machi:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Lamiroir:
[speaking in Borginese]!

Machi:
····················

Lamiroir:
He... won't tell me.

Apollo:
(That cocoon has to have something to do with this!) Machi. Please, tell us the truth, for your own sake.

Machi:
...No. No more speak. Not... to any of you.

Klavier:
So much for your precious trust, Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
(Hey, you were the one who didn't believe him!)

Klavier:
Regardless, this brings us to an impasse.

Judge:
It does seem that the defense and defendant are at odds. ...I doubt we are likely to learn anything more of value should this continue. I see no other course but to declare a five minute recess! The defense will work things out with the defendant so that we might proceed!




July 10, 11:23 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2

Machi:
...Apollo Yoostis...

Apollo:
(That's "Justice". Better learn how to say it if you ever want to get some.)

Machi:
Believe. I no shooting.

Apollo:
(Machi claims Mr. LeTouse was already down on the ground when he entered the room.)

Trucy:
Maybe... it was a trap, and he walked right into it?

Machi:
Suddenly. I hear revolver. Close. Very close. Then, I hear voice.

Apollo:
You heard gunshots?

Machi:
Yes. Is true. I hear revolver. But only sound.

Apollo:
Wait, you're saying you went into the dressing room... ...and found Mr. LeTouse already dead, and THEN you heard shots? (If that's true...!)

Trucy:
So... you were at the scene of the crime when you heard those shots?

Apollo:
And you escaped through the air vent.

Machi:
I know.

Trucy:
Huh? What do you know?

Machi:
I know if I opening vent... ...I can leave stage and back... backstage.

Apollo:
(So the vents went to both the stage and the backstage area? Is that what he means...?)

Trucy:
Hey, he's right! Look, Apollo!

Apollo:
Huh... Yeah. But how did you know it was connected like that?

Trucy:
Wait, I bet his father was the architect that designed the hall or something!

Machi:
I hear this. From magician.

Apollo:
Magician...?

Trucy:
D-Don't look at me!

Apollo:
(A magician, huh?)

Trucy:
Well, at least we're clear on one thing: Machi didn't shoot Mr. LeTouse!

Apollo:
Yeah, but what does that leave us with? We're supposed to say he went into the room to find the body and then he heard the shots? (That one's going to go over well in court. Not.)

Trucy:
Apollo! You're his defense! You're supposed to believe whatever he says. Even lies! That's what Daddy always told me!

Apollo:
Um, I'll just pretend you misheard him. Every time. So... what do we do?

Trucy:
You're sure you won't testify, Machi?

Machi:
I... no talking. No.

Trucy:
Hmm, well it was worth a shot.

Apollo:
(That cocoon...)

Machi:
[speaking in Borginese]····

Lamiroir:
"I can't go home"...

Trucy:
Can't go home!?

Machi:
····[speaking in Borginese]····[speaking in Borginese] ····[speaking in Borginese]····

Lamiroir:
"I can't go home to Borginia. I do not want to go home." The penalty for taking a cocoon from Borginia... is death.

Apollo:
(That's right! It's punishable by death!)

Apollo:
(Of course... He's scared.) ...Oh well, I guess we'll just have to try a different approach.

Trucy:
That's the spirit, Apollo! So, what's your plan?

Apollo:
If Machi won't testify about it, we'll have to get someone else to testify.

Trucy:
Someone... else?

Apollo:
...I think we're out of time. Let's get back in there.

Trucy:
Right!




July 10, 11:28 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 3

Judge:
...Court is now back in session. Mr. Justice. Have you sorted things out with the defendant?

Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor. We had a good talk.

Judge:
Hmm, very well. So will he testify?

Apollo:
Your Honor, the defendant... will not testify.

Judge:
Wh-What!?

Klavier:
...... Shame. And here I thought this was your big chance to turn the case around.

Apollo:
Actually, it is. ...The defense would like to approach this case from a different angle, Your Honor!

Judge:
A different... angle?

Apollo:
(If Machi won't testify... ...then I know who will!) I would like to cross-examine the witness in this case... Lamiroir!

Judge:
L-Lamiroir...?

Klavier:
Objection
What are you up to now? I thought we determined yesterday that Lamiroir's testimony was insubstantial! There's nothing you can--

Apollo:
...Lamiroir was taken to the hospital yesterday with injuries.

Judge:
What happened?

Apollo:
She was assaulted, Your Honor.

Judge:
Assaulted!?

Apollo:
Someone wanted Lamiroir dead. Thankfully, she was able to save herself...

Klavier:
What!? I've heard no such report!

Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin...

Klavier:
!

Apollo:
Why would anyone be out to kill Lamiroir? Can you think of a reason?

Klavier:
W-Well...

Apollo:
Think of how she is known in our country... A singer, from overseas, who doesn't speak English, yes? Yet someone tried to keep her mouth shut! Who could that have been?

Judge:
You don't think...

Apollo:
I do! It was the same person who shot Mr. LeTouse! The killer was afraid of her, afraid of what she might say! The defense believes that something was hidden in her testimony yesterday. Something that the killer doesn't want getting out!

Klavier:
So, am I to understand that this is what you are saying? Namely, that there is a nugget of "truth" in Lamiroir's testimony... ...A nugget we have yet to uncover?

Apollo:
...Exactly.

Judge:
Hmm... If Lamiroir was attacked, this has serious implications! Very well... There were some vague points in her testimony during yesterday's trial. Perhaps we did not inquire as deeply as we might have into some. The court will hear Lamiroir's testimony once more!

Klavier:
...Lamiroir, I must apologize. We must ask you to stand again and speak.

Lamiroir:
You need not apologize. I know that Machi is innocent. And I will do all that I can until the court realizes this.

Apollo:
Let's review your testimony from yesterday. You told us you heard two gunshots and the shooter's voice through the window. ...And that the voice belonged to Daryan Crescend, yes?

Lamiroir:
...That is correct.

Klavier:
At which point I proved she could not be correct. She couldn't have heard any of those things. The small window at the scene was closed, and was found to be quite soundproof.

Apollo:
......

Judge:
...You have nothing to say to that, Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
I don't know exactly what, yet, but I do know there's something there!

Klavier:
There is, it seems, much you do not know.

Jduge:
And yet it is my duty to hear him out. Perhaps the witness would be so kind as to testify once more to the court?

Lamiroir:
...Of course, Your Honor.




Witness Testimony
- - What I Heard - -

Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the stage to the backstage exit.
That's when I heard them: Mr. LeTouse and the detective.
I heard the faint sound of a gunshot and stopped. Then I heard another gunshot.
There was the smell of gunpowder... I knew I must tell someone, but...
I was in a hurry, so I kept moving past the small window.

Judge:
Hmm... Pretty much the same as yesterday's testimony.

Lamiroir:
I am sorry. I am not used to speaking much in this language. Perhaps my descriptions are lacking in some way. Yet, everything I have said here is the truth.

Klavier:
Then it is my distinct displeasure to say this. What you have said to have happened... is impossible.

Apollo:
Do I have to repeat myself? Lamiroir was attacked because of this testimony!

Klavier:
...!

Trucy:
......

Apollo:
Wh-What? Trucy?

Trucy:
Apollo... You know, for a moment there... ...You were pretty cool.

Apollo:
(...Maybe I do better when I don't try to think ahead.)

Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice. Perhaps you can "coolly" cross-examine the witness?




Cross Examination
- - What I Heard - -

Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the stage to the backstage exit.


Lamiroir:
That's when I heard them: Mr. LeTouse and the detective.



Lamiroir:
I heard the faint sound of a gunshot and stopped. Then I heard another gunshot.


Lamiroir:
There was the smell of gunpowder... I knew I must tell someone, but...


Lamiroir:
I was in a hurry, so I kept moving past the small window.


Apollo:
(Lamiroir was attacked because of this testimony. I know she was... So something's got to be hidden here!)

Trucy:
Maybe there's some detail we're missing?

Apollo:
I guess we'll just have to get her to fill in the blanks.

Trucy:
Right!




Lamiroir:
From the small window, I heard a voice say, "Press the switch! Now!"






Apollo:
..."Press the switch." There's only one key that can unlock the mystery of those words!

Klavier:
Oh? Yet there was nothing at the scene that could be called a "switch". Save the lights'.

Apollo:
True, there wasn't a switch at the scene. But, it just so happens... I have a "switch" right here.

Judge:
That certainly does look like a switch, doesn't it.

Apollo:
The problem is... ...this was found not at the scene of the crime, but on the stage.

Judge:
The stage...?

Apollo:
Where the concert was held, yes. This was found hidden there!

Klavier:
On the stage...

Judge:
Are you claiming that the voice Lamiroir heard... ...was of someone commanding another to press this switch?

Apollo:
...It's a possibility.

Klavier:
Objection
Oh, Herr Forehead? I'd call that an "impossibility".

Apollo:
...Why?

Klavier:
It's hardly necessary for me to remind the court of the layout of the concert forum. The stage is quite far from Lamiroir's dressing room. Not to mention that the Gavinners were in the middle of a concert on said stage. We aren't known for being a quiet band. You could shout all you wanted and not be heard.

Lamiroir:
The detective's voice was loud... but certainly not a shout.

Klavier:
So, too, have Herr Forehead's cries of "possibility" fallen far short of being heard...

Apollo:
...Sorry, but he wouldn't have needed to shout.

Klavier:
...Excuse me?

Apollo:
You heard what I said. Or... do you need me to shout it out for you? It would have been quite simple to be heard on the stage from that dressing room. Oh, wait, you like evidence don't you? How about this! Using this, it would be easy to get a message to someone on stage from the dressing room.





Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin. Perhaps you're familiar with this?

Klavier:
! Wh-Why that's...

Judge:
What? What is it!? Is that some kind of new-fangled phone they invented while I wasn't looking!?

Apollo:
This is a type of transmitter. A communications device.

Judge:
Communications? Device?

Apollo:
From what I've heard, that night... ...everyone on stage was wearing one of these. Isn't that right, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
Ah, yes, actually. They're for talking between band members. We all had one on.

Apollo:
So you admit that if you were wearing one of these... ...talking from the backstage to the stage would be simple!

Klavier:
Objection
True, but wait! Those send out an electronic signal. To avoid interference with the audio systems, their range is quite limited.

Trucy:
Lamiroir said it was about thirty feet, right?

Apollo:
Look at this cross-section diagram of the concert forum.

Klavier:
Ah...

Apollo:
Exactly. The walk from the stage to the backstage seems far. But the direct distance is less than thirty feet!

Klavier:
That... can't be...

Judge:
So, when Lamiroir heard the shooter's voice... ...he could have been talking to someone on stage!

Klavier:
Objection
Hah! You're claiming this is the "switch" in question? Why did it have to be on the stage at the time? It could be placed in a pocket and carried anywhere! Someone could have hid it on the stage after the fact!

Trucy:
Hey... he's got a point! How do we know where it was when she heard the voice? ...When the shooter said "press the switch"?

Apollo:
Well, I guess we don't...

Judge:
Hmm... An unfortunate situation. I'm afraid that until we know where this switch was, there's little point in debating it.

Apollo:
Ugh... (I was sure this was the way to go with this...!)

Klavier:
What is this switch, anyway? We don't even know that basic fact.

Apollo:
...... (Wait a second... I do know what this "switch" is! And if you follow that train of logic to its incredible conclusion... ...it ends up in proof that completely changes this case!)

Trucy:
What's up, Apollo? Apollo...?

Apollo:
We know about this "switch", right? We know what it is.

Trucy:
Y...Yeah?

Apollo:
Well... think of when it was used that day... Think of what happened!

Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? If you have no further information to share concerning this switch...

Apollo:
...Your Honor!

Judge:
Yes, Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
I've been remiss in not telling the court this before. I know what this "switch" is.

Judge:
Hmm... Well, it seems the defense is set upon linking this switch to the case. Let's see your evidence of the link! What evidence do you have to explain what this "switch" is?





Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin, you remember this?

Klavier:
Ach! That's that...

Judge:
That what!? Is it another one of those new-fangled phones!?

Apollo:
This... is an igniter. (What phone looks like this!?)

Judge:
I-I-Igniter? You mean it's like a lighter?

Apollo:
Yes, actually.

Klavier:
You aren't saying this switch is a remote...?

Apollo:
I am. This is a remote trigger for an igniter.

Klavier:
What...?

Apollo:
Look, I'll show you.

Judge:
.................. Yow yow yow yow yow! Mr. Justice! You will cease and desist from burning down this courtroom!

Apollo:
Er, sorry. That was a bit more fire than I'd expected.

Judge:
If my whiskers had caught on fire...

Apollo:
...Prosecutor Gavin. Let me repeat myself. This switch is a remote igniter trigger.

Klavier:
......

Apollo:
Doesn't that suggest something to you?

Klavier:
You're... talking about what happened to me, aren't you?

Trucy:
Ah...!

Apollo:
Exactly. That night at the concert there was one unusual burst of flame. ...When your guitar caught fire in the middle of the performance!

Judge:
Wasn't that part of the stage show, though?

Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin was entirely unaware such a thing had been planned. And the guitar that burned was a valuable keepsake.

Trucy:
That's right... He got it in Borginia from Lamiroir! He said the sound was amazing. Before it burned, of course. Now it just kind of smokes.

Klavier:
The better the guitar, the brighter it burns. Herr Forehead!

Apollo:
Yes?

Klavier:
Don't tell me you're trying to tie these two things together? Those being the shooter's voice, heard by Lamiroir... ...and the guitar suddenly catching on fire?

Apollo:
I am. It's really simple when you think about it. Mr. LeTouse and the shooter were at the crime scene. The shooter was wearing a headset. He ordered someone on stage to "press the switch". The switch was pressed, and the guitar caught fire.

Judge:
Well, that does seem to make sense... Though something about it is bugging me. Can't quite put my finger on it...

Apollo:
Really? It seems pretty simple to me.

Klavier:
Objection
Herr Forehead, don't destroy what little respect I have for you!

Apollo:
......

Klavier:
I was expecting something a little more... sensible. I guess I was wrong.

Judge:
What's this all about, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
His simple story simply makes no sense. Think! That night, my guitar caught fire, yes. The cause... may have been this, indeed. However! The guitar caught fire during the second set!

Trucy:
Ack! That's right! Of course! The guitar caught fire during Lamiroir's song!

Klavier:
Indeed. Yet the shooting happened during the third set. The two are utterly unrelated!

Judge:
Hmm, yes, that must have been what was bugging me. The whole premise for this is faulty!

Klavier:
See? His story makes no sense.

Apollo:
Objection
Are you sure about that?

Judge:
...! What exactly do you mean, Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
Maybe it's not the premise for my explanation of the switch that's at fault... ...Maybe it's our premise for the entire case so far!

Judge:
What premise is this, specifically?

Apollo:
I'm glad you asked. I'm saying that maybe the killing didn't take place in the third act!

Klavier:
Objection
What's this? But Detective Ema Skye heard shots and found the body. All of this happened in the third act!

Apollo:
Objection
Gunshots rang out... And, according to his testimony, Machi was in that dressing room at the time.

Judge:
Where are you going with this, Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
Stay with me, Your Honor! He also told us this in his testimony: Namely, that the victim had already been shot! We all heard gunshots... but no one saw the shooting!

Klavier:
This... This is insane!

Apollo:
Just before the "shooting" took place, the "shooter" was heard on his headset... ...telling someone to "press the switch"! The next moment, Prosecutor Gavin's guitar burst into flame. We know that a remote triggered igniter was inside the guitar. From all these facts, we can draw only one conclusion! The crime did not take place during the third act... ...but during the ballad performance... The second act!

Klavier:
Whaaat!?

Judge:
Order! Order! Order! B-But that goes against the evidence!

Apollo:
...What does, Your Honor?

Judge:
This crime was carried out according to the lyrics of that song, yes?

Trucy:
Hey, he's right! Look! The "bullet" is supposed to come after the "fire"!

Apollo:
You're thinking about it the wrong way.

Trucy:
Huh?

Apollo:
Look... Why would the shooter craft the events of the day to follow the lyrics anyway? It's an awful lot of trouble to go through. ...With little merit for the person doing it.

Judge:
Well, I'm sure whoever it was had some reason...

Apollo:
Yes, they did. A reason that made it advantageous to follow the lyrics.

Klavier:
...You're saying the order was reversed on purpose!

Judge:
Hmm? Reversed, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
If the criminal followed the lyrics strictly, then yes... ...the shooting would have had to come after the guitar burst into flame. Yet, Herr Forehead has raised another possibility. He's claiming that the bullet came not after, but just before the "fire".

Apollo:
...Couldn't have put it better myself. We were only meant to think that the shooting came after the guitar burst into flame! That was the criminal's objective! The crime followed the lyrics to a point, but that was the ruse! Why else would the killer risk discovery by moving the body? That was the final touch to make us think he'd followed the lyrics the whole way!

Judge:
Order! Order! Order! That would explain this most unusual situation...

Apollo:
It does! The killer changed the order of events to create himself an alibi! In other words... The killer was someone who had an alibi for the third set, but not the second!

Klavier:
Objection
I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. But sadly, it has. Let me tell you why your little fairy tale makes no sense at all.

Apollo:
......

Klavier:
Oh, it sounds good, I'll give you that. You've given us a reason why the killer bothered following the lyrics of my song. But I question your logic! ...For it's flawed from the very beginning.

Apollo:
Flawed?

Klavier:
Yes. A contradiction, Herr Forehead, one I've pointed out several times, no less. At the time of the crime, the small window at the scene was closed... How could Lamiroir have heard a voice through it?

Apollo:
Oh...

Klavier:
I know that you would like to divert our attention from this critical fact. But you're basing your entire line of reasoning on a false premise!

Apollo:
...... (Right... Lamiroir's testimony is my entire case... ...That voice she heard... The shooter's voice...)

Trucy:
W-What if she couldn't hear it, Apollo?

Apollo:
Look, what do we have. A man saying "press the switch!" And near the crime scene, we have a switch. Which acts as a remote trigger for an igniter. And last, but not least, Prosecutor Gavin's flaming guitar. (It can't all be coincidence! But how do I make it work?)

Klavier:
I see a more direct line of questioning is required. When the crime scene was investigated, immediately after the crime... ...that window was closed! Care to tell us how Lamiroir heard the voice?

Judge:
Hmm... A key point, to be sure. ...Mr. Justice! Can you explain this to the court?

Apollo:
(OK Justice, you've got one thing to prove, and one thing only. Lamiroir heard a "voice"... ...and she heard it during the second set! Think! How was Lamiroir able to hear the voice?)







Apollo:
When we investigated the scene, the window was closed. The shooter had no reason to close it, had it been open, either. Meaning, it was impossible to hear the voice through that window.

Klavier:
Ah, it's good to hear you making sense again. For a moment, I was afraid you might be a Borginian, too.

Apollo:
...As I was saying, Lamiroir could not hear the voice through that window. So there can be only one explanation. She heard the voice from another location entirely!

Judge:
Wh-What's this...?

Klavier:
Ha ha ha, you do amuse me so. And here I thought you and good sense were back on speaking terms. Now, I'm afraid you and good sense speak two entirely different languages.

Apollo:
......

Klavier:
Shall I interpret for you, Herr Forehead? Lamiroir clearly stated she heard the voice through that small window! And there is only one "small window" at the scene!

Apollo:
...Are you sure?

Klavier:
!

Apollo:
Think about it... Isn't there another "small window" at the scene?

Trucy:
Th-There is!?

Judge:
Ah, I know that look. He wants us to ask him. Very well. You claim Lamiroir heard the voice from another location? Mr. Justice, show us where this location was!

Apollo:
Lamiroir heard the voice from... here!





Apollo:
...This is where Lamiroir heard that voice from.

Judge:
B-But that's no "small window"! That's the air vent!

Apollo:
What did she tell us? She said she's a Borginian, unfamiliar with our language! It's not a stretch to imagine she called this "air vent" a "small window"!

Klavier:
Objection
Now you've done it. You've gone beyond ridiculous and into... ludicrous. So Lamiroir was up in the ventilation system listening to this man's voice?

Apollo:
That's the only logical explanation, yes.

Klavier:
"Logical"? I do not think this word means what you think it means, Herr Forehead!

Apollo:
OK, what about it isn't logical?

Klavier:
Hah! It hardly merits saying! Why would Lamiroir be in the ventilation system? Hiding like a rat! No offense intended to her, of course.

Apollo:
The explanation for that is simple, Prosecutor Gavin. Isn't it... Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
...!

Apollo:
You have been listening to our discussion here, yes?

Lamiroir:
...Yes. I admit, it's had me quite confused since yesterday. Yes, the small window was closed... ...but why should that mean I could not hear through it? I feared our prosecutor might himself need an interpreter...

Klavier:
Urk...

Apollo:
The problem here is words. Lamiroir, this "small window" through which you heard the voice... Was it up high, on the ceiling of the room? Not low on a wall?

Lamiroir:
...Yes, it was up on the ceiling.

Klavier:
Whaaaat!?

Judge:
Order! Order! I will have order!!! ...Witness! You will clarify this statement to the court! Are you, in fact, saying that you were up above the ceiling of the room? And that's where you heard the moment of the crime?

Lamiroir:
Yes, in fact, I was. I am sorry. I never imagined it would become such an important point...

Apollo:
Yes, well... why the heck were you up there!?

Lamiroir:
......

Judge:
I believe it's time for another testimony.

Lamiroir:
I... I'm not sure I... I can't.

Judge:
May I remind you this is a murder trial? We will hear your testimony! Tell us why you "witnessed" the crime from above the ceiling of that room! ...Please.

Lamiroir:
......

Apollo:
(Well... Looks like I'm on the right track...)




Witness Testimony
- - Above the Ceiling - -

Lamiroir:
Yes, I was above the ceiling when I heard the voice.
I had heard there was a, er, "small window" there before.
It was in the middle of my performance... I had no time to report what I had heard.
As to why I was there... I cannot say.
I am bound to secrecy on this matter.

Judge:
B-Bound to secrecy!?

Lamiroir:
In my line of work, one has many obligations to uphold.

Judge:
But you say you were in the middle of your performance! So this did happen during the second set!

Lamiroir:
...I did not witness the crime, you must understand. I only know what I heard.

Judge:
Yes, but you must tell us what you were doing, in detail!

Klavier:
That's what the cross-examination is for, ja, Herr Forehead?

Apollo:
...!

Klavier:
Our mission in this court is to discern the truth. No obligation, no binding pact, may hinder that mission.

Judge:
Hmm... Very well. Mr. Justice, you may begin the cross-examination.

Trucy:
Wh-What are you going to do, Apollo!?

Apollo:
...I'm going to find out the truth. (...She was up above that ceiling for a reason. I just have to get it out of her.)




Cross Examination
- - Above the Ceiling - -

Lamiroir:
Yes, I was above the ceiling when I heard the voice.


Lamiroir:
I had heard there was a, er, "small window" there before.


Lamiroir:
It was in the middle of my performance... I had no time to report what I had heard.


Lamiroir:
As to why I was there... I cannot say.



Lamiroir:
I am bound to secrecy on this matter.


Apollo:
(Lamiroir was bound to secrecy... ...It's going to take some hard-hitting proof to make her talk! I think I know why she was up there... but how do I prove it?)




Apollo:
Lamiroir, truth be told, the reason for your presence above that ceiling is quite clear. Especially when you consider what happened during your performance.

Lamiroir:
What "happened"...?

Apollo:
Yes. It's all right here on this video.




It wraps itself around me,
And now through the air I fly.

Woh... Woh...

Burning on in my heart. Fire.
Burn my love away. All away.

Like a bullet of love. Fire.
Take my life away. All away.

Guitar, Guitar...
Up together to the sky.




Lamiroir:
......

Apollo:
As we can see, Lamiroir was clearly not on stage for her entire performance!

Judge:
Ah...

Apollo:
Though it saddens me to be so realistic... Lamiroir is incapable of actually vanishing, let alone teleportation. So, the only explanation is that she was hidden from view. And during that time, she moved to the back of the forum.

Trucy:
Apollo!

Apollo:
Wh-What, Trucy?

Trucy:
It's not nice to reveal a magician's secrets! And it's against the rules!

Apollo:
But I'm a lawyer! I'm not supposed to be nice!

Judge:
This... is all very fascinating. But how is it possible? There is only twenty seconds between when she disappears nad reappears! She couldn't have moved that fast!

Klavier:
......

Judge:
Is... something wrong, Prosecutor Gavin?

Apollo:
...This was his concert, his show. He knows how the illusion was performed.

Judge:
Ah ha!

Apollo:
He's just realizing his own oversight. Let's look at the cross-section diagram again. Here, we can trace a route through the ceiling... It goes from the stage, through the backstage to the rear of the forum.

Judge:
Ah... Aaaaah!

Apollo:
Recall Lamiroir's testimony from yesterday...

Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the stage to the backstage exit. There was something like a little window there... That's how I saw it.

Judge:
She went from the stage to the backstage exit... ...a perfect description of this route above the ceiling!

Apollo:
Lamiroir knew of this because of her part in the illusion. But she wasn't the only one who knew.

Klavier:
What...?

Apollo:
Just now in the lobby, Machi told me something:

Machi:
I know. I know if I opening vent... ...I can leave stage and back... backstage.

Klavier:
He said that!?

Apollo:
Oh, were you not informed, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
............ I... I knew about the vanishing act, of course. Yet, I had no idea of the route that would be used. Why didn't that magician tell me!

Trucy:
Magicians only reveal details of their acts on a need-to-know basis. They're the bread and butter of a magician's life, you know.

Apollo:
(Which is why he bound Lamiroir to secrecy...) ...Well, Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
...I am impressed, Mr. Attorney. Machi was right about you.

Judge:
So... what does this mean? Are you saying you used this route above the ceiling?

Lamiroir:
...I did.

Judge:
Well, that's that... but I'm still a little confused.

Apollo:
Why's that, Your Honor?

Judge:
As I said before... There was very little time between when she disappeared and when she reappeared. Twenty seconds, tops! How could she do it so fast? Especially if she stopped to hear the shooter's voice!

Apollo:
That... That's a good question.

Judge:
Can the witness explain this to the court?

Lamiroir:
I... cannot.

Judge:
...Very well. Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
Yes?

Judge:
It's all up to you. Do your thing.

Apollo:
Um, what thing, Your Honor?

Judge:
You need to explain how Lamiroir was able to teleport like she did. Or I'm throwing your case out with the bathwater.

Apollo:
Ugh... (Why do I get picked on? It's Lamiroir who isn't going along with the program here!)

Lamiroir:
As I have stated before... I am not at liberty to speak of the illusion that night in detail.

Judge:
Then, you'll just have to tell us what you can. We'll hear your testimony on this. Mr. Justice, it will be your job to wring the truth out of her.

Lamiroir:
Yes, if you would, please.

Apollo:
...Right. (I feel like a student before finals...)

Trucy:
Good luck, Apollo!




Witness Testimony
- - The Big Illusion - -

Lamiroir:
I followed the route exactly as I was instructed.
There is an emergency exit in the backstage, where a stagehand waited.
From there, one can enter the forum on the opposite side from the stage.
The plan was for me to move there in two minutes.
I was on my way, when I heard the voice.

Judge:
Hmm... Two minutes, you say? The mystery deepens!

Apollo:
(I suppose it was too much to hope that the judge would come up with something...)

Judge:
As does my curiosity! Take it away, Mr. Justice.

Apollo:
...Right, Your Honor. (All I have to do is find the contradiction between what Lamiroir is saying... ...and what we can see plainly in the video.)

Trucy:
I figured it out already! I am a magician, after all.

Apollo:
Well, tell me!

Trucy:
Not a chance! I can't reveal another magician's secrets! C'mon!

Apollo:
(Hey! You're supposed to be on my side here!)




Cross Examination
- - The Big Illusion - -

Lamiroir:
I followed the route exactly as I was instructed.


Lamiroir:
There is an emergency exit in the backstage, where a stagehand waited.


Lamiroir:
From there, one can enter the forum on the opposite side from the stage.


Lamiroir:
The plan was for me to move there in two minutes.



Lamiroir:
I was on my way, when I heard the voice.


Apollo:
(The contradiction between Lamiroir's testimony and the video... Unraveling an illusion can't be so different from solving a normal case... Right...?)

Trucy:
Sorry, Apollo. I'm not telling. Not even if you make those puppy dog faces.

Apollo:
(...Fine, fine.)




Apollo:
Lamiroir... do you happen to remember this brooch?

Judge:
Ah ha! The brooch! We saw that yesterday, did we not?

Apollo:
It was found at the scene, Your Honor.

Klavier:
And you're bringing this up now... why? I thought we had already determined when that was dropped.

Apollo:
So did I... but we hadn't.

Klavier:
...!

Apollo:
Take another look at the video... Here, you can see she's wearing the brooch!

Judge:
Hmm... So she is.

Apollo:
Let's look a bit later.

Judge:
Wh-Whaaat? The brooch! It's gone!

Klavier:
Whaaat...!?

Apollo:
Yes... the brooch disappeared in the short space of twenty seconds. And it takes a full minute to run from the stage to the backstage... Which means there can be only one explanation. The Lamiroir we see before the vanishing act and the Lamiroir we see after... ...are two different people!

Judge:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaaat!?

Apollo:
The brooch was found on the floor at the crime scene. And not just on the floor... ...but on the floor directly beneath the air vent! Lamiroir, tell me... Did you drop the brooch on your way from the stage to the backstage? ...At the very moment you "witnessed" the crime?

Lamiroir:
...Yes, I think I did.

Judge:
Order! P-Prosecutor Gavin!

Klavier:
...From your expression, I gather you had no idea this was the case, Herr Judge. I, of course, knew about it.

Judge:
Wh-What?

Klavier:
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't hiding it. It just never occurred to me... ...that the switch and the shooting took place at the same time.

Apollo:
So... I was right? There was a switch?

Klavier:
There was. Just before the stage's tower rose, Lamiroir was "replaced".

Judge:
While we're on the subject, just who was this replacement Lamiroir...?

Klavier:
Why, the man behind the illusion. Valant Gramarye.

Apollo:
(It was Gramarye...!?) That's... quite the illusion. But I still don't get one thing...

Lamiroir:
Yes?

Apollo:
...The switch happened before the tower rose, correct? So you weren't on the stage!

Lamiroir:
That's right.

Apollo:
But this, er, fake Lamiroir is still singing! And she's pretty good!

Judge:
That's true!

Trucy:
C'mon, Apollo! That's an easy one. They were just playing a recording!

Klavier:
Ah ha ha... The Gavinners aren't some kind of air guitar band, Fräulein.

Trucy:
Oh? You mean, I'm wrong?

Klavier:
When we play a show live, we play live. No recordings. ...Perhaps you can explain, Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
Very well...

Judge:
Yes, do tell! And add it to your testimony.




Lamiroir:
I... had to keep singing, even while I moved.





Apollo:
You were... singing...?

Lamiroir:
Yes. Mr. Gavin expressed a dislike for recordings... So I used this.

Apollo:
Wait... so you were singing the whole time? Even when you were crawling above the ceiling toward the backstage!?

Lamiroir:
Why should it matter where I sing, when everywhere I go is the same darkness?

Judge:
B-But if you were singing while you were walking...

Trucy:
That's right! Wouldn't the shooter and victim have heard? She was singing right over their heads, after all!

Apollo:
That... is right!

Klavier:
...Are you sure?

Apollo:
You'd have to be pretty hard of hearing to miss someone singing in the ceiling!

Klavier:
Once again we come back to the state of the scene of the crime.

Apollo:
What state...?

Trucy:
Ack... I know what he means! That old speaker, Apollo!

Apollo:
The speaker!?

Apollo:
That speaker was blaring at the time of the murder...

Ema:
Ah, that's for monitoring the stage from this room.

Trucy:
Monitoring?

Ema:
It pipes in a real-time feed from the stage microphones. Useful for knowing when your set is coming up.

Klavier:
...Satisfied? That dressing room was fitted with a large speaker playing a direct feed from the stage. ...At my request, actually.

Apollo:
So Lamiroir singing in the ceiling... ...sounded just like Lamiroir singing over the speaker.

Judge:
Ingenious! Her voice was hidden... by her voice!

Lamiroir:
Ah...

Apollo:
Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
I... have just remembered something.

Judge:
Do tell!

Lamiroir:
When I heard the noise... the gunshots, yes? It startled me, so I...

Apollo:
So you...?

Lamiroir:
I stopped singing.

Judge:
What...?

Lamiroir:
I forgot the words I was supposed to sing!!

Apollo:
(The song... stopped!?)

Lamiroir:
Thankfully, it was the very beginning of the second verse. So not many would notice.

Klavier:
Forehead! That mixing board I lent you! Where is it?

Apollo:
The mixing... huh?

Trucy:
That machine, Apollo! The one that breaks music into tracks!

Apollo:
Oh, this! I'd completely forgotten about it... Let's take a listen!




Sugar, Sugar...
O that night, in your embrace.

When you stole away the keys
my heart held on to so tight.

Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody




Apollo:
The song does stop there!

Judge:
It does? I must have missed it...

Apollo:
Look at the lyrics sheet, at the top of the second verse. See where it says "Pleasure, Pleasure..."? Now listen again!




When you stole away the keys
my heart held on to so tight. Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody




Judge:
...This is evidence indeed! I believe we are guilty of making a terrible mistake.

Apollo:
The crime didn't happen during the third set. It happened during the second, during Lamiroir's ballad.

Judge:
If that is true... ...then no one on stage during the second set could have been the shooter!

Apollo:
Which means that Daryan Crescend could have done it! He wasn't on stage for the second set!

Klavier:
......

Apollo:
Well, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
...Fascinating.

Apollo:
!

Klavier:
I don't believe I've ever seen a trial turned around quite so thoroughly. ...Yet one problem remains.

Judge:
What's that, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
Herr Forehead's theory does have a certain kind of logic to it. Yet it is entirely based upon Lamiroir's testimony.

Judge:
Yes? Is there a problem with that?

Klavier:
Well, it's quite simple, though it pains me to say it. What if she is lying to protect the defendant?

Apollo:
Objection
But you have no proof...!

Klavier:
All I'm saying is that the truth is as yet unclear. ...Until we hear directly from the man himself.

Judge:
The man... you don't mean!?

Klavier:
...Yes. Though he is a friend, and band member, Daryan Crescend must take the stand. I see no other way.

Judge:
As... someone with a new perspective on the case?

Klavier:
...As a suspect, to be frank.

Apollo:
(...Finally! The rat's coming out of his hole! And I'm ready to catch him! Daryan Crescend, get ready for Justice!)

Judge:
This is as good a time as any to pause for a brief recess. The prosecution will summon the witness. Have him here and ready by the time we begin.

Klavier:
...I'm the last man who needs to be reminded of what his duties are.

Judge:
Very well, court is adjourned for a fifteen-minute recess!

To be continued.




July 10, 1:40 PM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2

Trucy:
Apollo! I can't believe it! It really happened during the second act? A-And right in the middle of Lamiroir's performance!?

Apollo:
Why she was in that air vent... ...and that "switch" and the flaming guitar. When you link it all together, that's what you end up with.

???:
...I knew you had what it took.

Trucy:
Ah... Daddy!

Apollo:
Mr. Wright! You... believed in me?

Phoenix:
Not really.

Apollo:
Huh?

Phoenix:
I just thought that'd make a cooler entrance than, say, "hiya"!

Apollo:
...Why do I even bother hoping?

Trucy:
Where have you been lately, Daddy? You haven't been coming to the office at all!

Phoenix:
Ah, sorry about that, Trucy. I'm on a... secret mission.

Trucy:
Secret? You mean like, you're undercover?

Apollo:
Like Mr. LeTouse, only shorter and not as well dressed.

Trucy:
Oh no! What if you're shot, too, Daddy!?

Phoenix:
Ah ha ha! Would I do a thing like that to you? Anyway, I'm off for a while again.

Apollo:
Huh? You're leaving?

Phoenix:
Oh, one thing before I go.

Apollo:
What?

Phoenix:
............... Good luck.

Apollo:
...Right.

Phoenix:
......

Apollo:
...... Um... Is that all you came to say?

Phoenix:
...I think you have things pretty much under control. You'll get Machi Tobaye off the hook, no doubt.

Apollo:
Yeah, but...

Phoenix:
But you're after that detective, aren't you?

Apollo:
Daryan Crescend...

Phoenix:
It won't be easy proving he did it. Especially not under the current court system...

Apollo:
The current court system...?

Phoenix:
What did Prosecutor Gavin say during the trial? Your case is based on one fragile assumption. ...Namely, that our diva divine is telling the truth.

Trucy:
But what about all the proof? The brooch... and the switch!

Phoenix:
A piece of jewelry, and a lyrical blunder... There are plenty of other ways to explain these things. The flaming guitar, too. ...All because you lack definitive proof of their connection to the case.

Trucy:
But...!

Phoenix:
If the sultry songstress is lying... ...your case melts like butter in a frying pan. Leaving behind the faintly singed scent of failure.

Apollo:
So what do I do!?

Phoenix:
Like I said. Good luck. And be aware that it will be impossible to prove his guilt by conventional methods.

Apollo:
Ugh...

Phoenix:
Oh, that reminds me. I have something to give you from our detective friend.

Apollo:
Detective Skye... Ema!?

Phoenix:
Let's see. This bag of snacks here was meant for me... Ah, here it is.

Trucy:
What are those, Daddy? They don't look like very good snacking material.

Phoenix:
They were found at the scene. Analysis of the fragments revealed traces of gunpowder.

Trucy:
Gunpowder...!?

Phoenix:
Probably a firecracker or something similar, like the ones kids are into these days. These fragments were found under the sofa at the scene of the crime, actually.

Apollo:
Under the sofa...

Trucy:
Hey, Apollo! That's where we found that little device thingy!

Apollo:
Right... this. (Well, finally, some evidence that makes sense...)

Burnt Fragments added to the Court Record.

Phoenix:
That's all for me, I suppose. See you after the verdict. Maybe.

Apollo:
Right...

Phoenix:
Every man has an igniter inside him.

Apollo:
...Excuse me?

Phoenix:
Find Daryan Crescend's igniter... and set it off.

Apollo:
(And he walked out the door, just like... just like a magician. Normally.)

Trucy:
Uhh... What does he want us to do? No "conventional methods"? What does that mean?

Apollo:
I guess we just have to take his advice, and hope it makes sense when the time comes.

Trucy:
I guess...

Apollo:
(We're almost at the finish line. Hang in there, Trucy.)




July 10, 1:55 PM
District Court
Courtroom No. 3

Judge:
...Court is now back in session. Prosecutor Gavin, where is Detective Crescend?

Klavier:
In the witness lounge, ready to be called at any time.

Judge:
Very well.

Klavier:
Might I add... I don't believe any of this. He... Daryan was the first detective I ever worked with. We stopped working together when he moved to Criminal Affairs, Division 3... But his guitar playing... it fires my imagination!

Apollo:
That's nice, but it has nothing to do with the matter at hand. ...Correct?

Klavier:
Oh, I know. ...Herr Forehead.

Judge:
Very well, call the final witness to the stand! ...Detective Daryan Crescend!

Klavier:
...Name and occupation, please.

Daryan:
Daryan Crescend. Detecive, Criminal Affairs, Division 3. That's the International Affairs Division, for those of you who didn't know. ...And I'm a guitarist for the Gavinners. Maybe you've heard of us?

Judge:
Do you fully understand the circumstances under which you stand before us today?

Daryan:
Yeah, I understand, Your Honor. What I don't understand... is how you let this happen, "partner".

Klavier:
......

Daryan:
You gave me your word I wouldn't be standing here.

Klavier:
The situation's changed, Daryan... And don't call me "partner".

Daryan:
Feh. So much for old friends.

Klavier:
......

Apollo:
(I see what you're doing, Daryan. You're "pressing" the prosecution!) ...Your Honor, if we could begin the trial?

Judge:
Yes, it's high time we did. Let's hear your testimony. You may begin with your response to Lamiroir's testimony. If, in fact you have anything to say about it.

Daryan:
Oh I got plenty to say. Lying must be a national pastime in Borginia. ...And wherever you're from, Mr. "Justice". Hah!

Apollo:
...... (Conventional methods are out the window, huh... ...Here goes nothing!)




Witness Testimony
- - Daryan's Rebuttal - -

Daryan:
The diva's lying, plain and simple. She's got nothing to back up her story.
In the first place, she never heard my voice!
She "forgot the words because she heard gunshots"? As if!
Didn't Detective Ema Skye hear those gunshots during the third set, anyway?
The shooting took place when I was on stage, man!

Judge:
Hmm... So you claim Lamiroir's testimony was a lie?

Daryan:
Hey, don't get me wrong, I dig what she's doing, trying to protect that kid. And she's got the court eating vague statements out of her hand just 'cause she's blind.

Klavier:
...You go too far, Daryan.

Daryan:
Look, all I'm saying is, you've got a reliable witness. Why not listen to the detective?

Judge:
Detective Skye...? Hmm... I see. Mr. Justice, you may begin the cross-examination.

Apollo:
(He didn't waste any time finding our weak spot... I can't do this with Lamiroir's testimony alone. I'll have to find some other way to prove when the shooting took place!)




Cross Examination
- - Daryan's Rebuttal - -

Daryan:
The diva's lying, plain and simple. She's got nothing to back up her story.


Daryan:
In the first place, she never heard my voice!


Daryan:
She "forgot the words because she heard gunshots"? As if!


Daryan:
Didn't Detective Ema Skye hear those gunshots during the third set, anyway?



Daryan:
The shooting took place when I was on stage, man!


Trucy:
He's pretty eager to paint Lamiroir as a liar, isn't he?

Apollo:
Yeah, because her testimony is basically our entire case.

Trucy:
Hmm... This is tough. So, what do we do?

Apollo:
...I've got a few ideas. (I just need to find another way to prove it didn't happen when he says it did!)




Apollo:
Some things were found at the crime scene after yesterday's trial.

Judge:
What things?

Apollo:
The first was this small device...

Klavier:
...That's the remote-triggered igniter.

Apollo:
Correct. And... one more thing.

Judge:
What are those? The remains of something burnt? Not another guitar, I hope!?

Klavier:
Traces of gunpowder were found on these fragments. We have a report that it was something like a firecracker.

Apollo:
Eh... (How did Gavin know about this...?)

Klavier:
What? You think Detective Skye works for you? I received the report this morning, before coming here. That's when I made my decision, actually.

Judge:
What decision is this, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
I registered Daryan as a witness in today's trial. ...Just in case.

Daryan:
......

Apollo:
This raises another possibility. Those gunshot-like sounds during the third set... ...could have been two firecrackers rigged to go off by remote control!

Daryan:
Ha ha! You got an active imagination, don't you? But you shouldn't say every little thing you think. Your explanation there seems a bit too convenient to me.

Apollo:
How so?

Daryan:
So, you're saying these firecrackers just happened to go off... ...right when two witnesses came walking by? Hah!

Apollo:
...!

Trucy:
That's right! Daryan was out on stage when it happened, Apollo! How would he know someone was backstage right then!?

Daryan:
If a firecracker goes off in the forest, and there's no one there to hear... You get my drift! Why go through the trouble, man!?

Apollo:
Urk...! (How do I explain this...?)

Klavier:
...He may not look it, but Daryan is a gifted detective. Show any weakness, and he's sure to find it.

Daryan:
"He may not look it", partner? Gee, thanks, man.

Klavier:
...That reminds me. I happened to pass through that very hallway several times that day myself. And I saw something odd there just before the third set.

Apollo:
Something... odd?

Klavier:
A headset. The kind all of the band and staff members were wearing.

Apollo:
...! (That's right! We picked this up in front of the door to that dressing room!)

Klavier:
What if that headset wasn't dropped, but placed? And what if it was turned on?

Apollo:
You could hear what was going on in that hallway! Even if you were out on stage!

Daryan:
Feh... Whose side are you on, Gavin?

Klavier:
Listen to me, Daryan. There are no sides in a court of law.

Daryan:
......

Klavier:
Which is why I now turn to you, Herr Forehead. I've a question for you.

Apollo:
Huh? For me...?

Klavier:
The igniter and the burnt fragments that were found at the scene of the crime... It's certainly a possibility that they were part of a ruse to fake the sound of gunshots. Throw the headset from the hallway into the mix, and you could fabricate an alibi. But we're still no closer to proving anything. Those gunshots might have been real, or fake. We can't say.

Apollo:
Ugh...

Klavier:
You've raised the possibility that the shots heard during the third set were faked. Now you need to prove the other half of the case.

Apollo:
The other half...?

Daryan:
Look, I'll just tell him.

Apollo:
!

Daryan:
He wants you to prove the thing went down in the second act... ...while our little piano player was on stage. That right, Gavin?

Klavier:
Indeed. If you can't prove that... ...then to continue this cross-examination would be pointless.

Judge:
Hmm... Well, Mr. Justice? Can you prove the crime took place during the second set?

Apollo:
Uh... Yeah, I think...

Trucy:
You'd better know, Apollo! Otherwise we're through...

Apollo:
It can be proven!

Klavier:
...You make it sound like someone else is going to come along and do it for you.

Judge:
Let's continue with the cross-examination then, shall we? Witness, your testimony, if you would.

Apollo:
(This isn't going to be easy. I need some decisive proof, and fast...)

Daryan:
Heh... You ready, kid? 'Cause I am.




Daryan:
The shooting took place during the second set? If you're so sure, let's see your proof.






Apollo:
...It seems there was clear proof left behind. ...Right here in Lamiroir's song.

Daryan:
Her song...!?

Judge:
What exactly is this, erm, device thingy? A new variety of gramophone, perhaps?

Apollo:
(C'mon, we just used this! And don't get me started on "gramophone"!) This device was used to record the performance part by part.

Judge:
Part...?

Klavier:
You move the sliders to adjust the volume. Each instrument is adjustable separately. Lamiroir's voice included.

Judge:
Ho hoh! ...But what does this prove?

Apollo:
According to Lamiroir's testimony... At the moment of the shooting, she forgot the words to the song.

Klavier:
Ah... You intend to examine the recording at that moment, ja? We might even hear those gunshots!

Apollo:
...Exactly.

Daryan:
Hah! Ridiculous. How are you supposed to hear gunshots back in that dressing room out on stage?

Klavier:
Have you forgotten, Daryan? We were all wearing these headsets.

Daryan:
Oh...

Klavier:
We were all deeply involved in our performance... ...but Lamiroir's headset would've picked up what she heard all the same.

Judge:
Then let's get to analyzing that recording! ...Right now!

Apollo:
(Lamiroir stopped singing when she heard the shots fired... Find that spot, and I'll find the gunshots!)





Apollo:
Your Honor! Listen closely to this part! This is the track with Lamiroir's vocals!




When you stole away the keys
my heart held on to so tight. Pleasure...




Judge:
...I did hear something faintly there, yes! Why... it sounded like a gunshot!

Daryan:
Wh-What!? This has to be some kind of mistake!

Klavier:
I believe a case has been made. Gunshots were heard during the second set. Which means Lamiroir's testimony... was true.

Daryan:
...Grah!

Judge:
Order! So... she was telling the truth about what she heard?

Lamiroir:
It was the other man speaking, not Mr. LeTouse.

Judge:
Well, what did he say!?

Lamiroir:
"It's over. Press the switch! Now!"

Apollo:
Just after that, there was a gunshot... and then the guitar caught on fire.

Klavier:
Detective Crescend... You weren't on stage during the second set. You could have done it.

Judge:
Hmm... But why did we only hear one gunshot on the recording? Weren't two bullets fired from this weapon?

Apollo:
Lamiroir was moving through the air vent, Your Honor. She must not have been close enough for her mic to catch the first shot. But then, as she passed over the dressing room... ...the gun fired again, and Mr. LeTouse's life was taken. Well, Detective Crescend?

Daryan:
......

Klavier:
Ah, once again I am reminded of something.

Apollo:
...?

Klavier:
Our performance that day...

Judge:
Your performance?

Klavier:
Seeing the mixing board jogged my memory. You were there, too, Herr Forehead.

Klavier:
What is it with today!? Problem after problem! Achtung! My hog won't start. My guitar case is busted... ...my guitar's been burnt to a crisp, and to top it all off, someone's dead! ...And then there was that performance just now. What was that all about!?

Apollo:
This part is off.

Klavier:
Which is that? Hmm... 2nd Guitar.

Daryan:
Ah.

Klavier:
It was you Daryan!

Klavier:
...I thought it strange at the time. How could you miss such a simple cue? I know you, I know how you play. You're better than that.

Daryan:
Yeah, well, I...

Judge:
You what? And Prosecutor Gavin, what are you getting at?

Klavier:
I'm talking about the murder weapon. Mr. LeTouse's 45-caliber hand cannon. As we have learned, even the shooter doesn't go unscarred with a revolver that size. The kickback is enough to dislocate your shoulder, if you're an amateur.

Apollo:
Wait...! You mean his playing was affected because he hurt himself shooting that revolver?

Daryan:
Hah! You're forgetting something.

Judge:
Yes, Detective Crescend...?

Daryan:
I am a trained police officer, you know. I've had firearms training. Plenty of it. I'm no amateur.

Klavier:
The standard sidearm issued to police officers is a 38-caliber weapon. A much tamer beast. Also, the murder weapon belonged to the victim, Mr. LeTouse. ...Which suggests there was a struggle between killer and victim.

Judge:
So... the killer might not have been holding the revolver correctly when he fired! Is that what you mean!?

Klavier:
...The thought had occurred to me, yes.

Judge:
Well, does the witness have anything to say to this?

Daryan:
......

Judge:
Detective Crescend!!!

Daryan:
What I want to ask is what Mr. Sleeves-rolled-up-ready-for-action has to say. Hey, you. Attorney.

Apollo:
Me?

Daryan:
Exactly which piece of your evidence is decisive, again? You got a little noise on a tape that could be anything. And you have an alleged guitar cue miss due to a 45-caliber kickback. I weep for this case, Gavin, I really do.

Klavier:
......

Daryan:
You can line up your little weak pieces of evidence all you want. I didn't shoot that manager. And that's the obvious truth.

Judge:
Hmm... The witness has a point. The defense's arguments, while persuasive, are not decisive. I believe we should hear what the witness has to say in response to the case so far. ...Your testimony, please, Detective Crescend. Tell us your reasons why you couldn't have done it!




Witness Testimony
- - Proof of Innocence - -

Daryan:
C'mon! Why would I even want to kill that manager?
You want a reason? Easy. I got no motive, man!
This was that diva's first trip to this country, right?
How could I possibly know her manager?
If I didn't know him, why would I want to kill him!?

Judge:
Hmm. A simple reason, indeed. Prosecutor Gavin. Is it the case that Mr. LeTouse had not been to our country before?

Klavier:
According to our records... Yes. Not even once.

Judge:
I see... Very well! Mr. Justice, you may begin the cross-examination.

Apollo:
(Great, now I need to find a motive...)




Cross Examination
- - Proof of Innocence - -

Daryan:
C'mon! Why would I even want to kill that manager?


Daryan:
You want a reason? Easy. I got no motive, man!



Daryan:
This was that diva's first trip to this country, right?


Daryan:
How could I possibly know her manager?


Daryan:
If I didn't know him, why would I want to kill him!?



Apollo:
(So, he's using this motive question as ammunition, huh? Well, I've got ammunition too... Evidence!)




Apollo:
Your Honor... Take a look at this.

Judge:
What's that? Hmm... Looks like candy.

Apollo:
Er, it's not. Don't lick it, please. Detective Crescend. ...Ever seen this?

Daryan:
...Looks like a piece of candy.

Apollo:
What it is... is evidence. Don't lick it before you try it.

Daryan:
......

Apollo:
Specifically, this is a replica of a cocoon... ...It was found among the victim's belongings.

Judge:
A cocoon? Never seen one that color.

Klavier:
It is a variety only found in the Republic of Borginia. Nowhere else.

Judge:
Alright... But what is this cocoon replica doing in my courtroom? Surely, this has nothing to do with a motive for killing Mr. LeTouse! ...Does it?

Apollo:
It does! ...Wait! I mean, I think it does.

Daryan:
...You don't sound so confident, man.

Judge:
A cocoon... Is it one of those silky cocoons? The kind that you can make, well, silk out of?

Apollo:
...Not this one. This cocoon makes a powerful "curative".

Judge:
A curative? For what...?

Klavier:
Apparently, it is most efficacious at treating a disease thought incurable. It is the only medicine of its kind. ...However, it is illegal to take one of these healing cocoons out of Borginia.

Judge:
Whatever for? If it's such a miracle cure, why not share it with the world?

Trucy:
Yeah, that's what I've been wondering!

Klavier:
We looked into the matter at some length. Apparently, it isn't difficult at all to manufacture the remedy from the cocoon. Yet, if you change the process only slightly... ...you can easily make a large quantity of something else entirely. ...A deadly poison, in fact.

Judge:
Wh-What!?

Klavier:
There was an incident, several years ago, where some of these got out onto the black market. It caused quite the commotion in the global community. Though the media was kept largely unaware.

Judge:
Hmm... Intriguing!

Klavier:
All this has led to a strict ban on the cocoons' export. One rigidly enforced... by Interpol, among others.

Judge:
Interpol...

Apollo:
Right! The victim, Romein LeTouse, was an Interpol agent. Detective Crescend! You insist on referring to him as a "manager"... But that is misleading! Romein LeTouse wasn't killed as a manager! He was killed as an undercover agent!

Daryan:
...... So I was trying to smuggle this gumball into the country? That what you're trying to say?

Apollo:
I'm saying that could well be a motive for murder.

Daryan:
Oh, so I was going to sell it on the black market, make myself a pretty penny? ...Ridiculous. I mean, totally unthinkable.

Apollo:
"Unthinkable", you say? Why?

Judge:
Perhaps it's time for another testimony... ...about this "smuggling of cocoons" business!




Witness Testimony
- - Cocoon Smuggling - -

Daryan:
International Affairs got a memo about these cocoons.
Interpol's all hot and bothered about 'em.
Can't sell 'em on the black market. Too dangerous.
Yeah, cocoon smuggling ain't exactly lucrative anymore.
Man, I'm in International Affairs! I know the deal!

Judge:
Indeed... Interpol wanted these cocoons bad enough to send Mr. LeTouse undercover.

Daryan:
You kids think up the craziest things... But no way am I going to risk life and limb... ...just to get my hands on some dirty cocoon money!

Judge:
Not the most noble of statements, but duly noted.

Klavier:
According to reports, these cocoons top Interpol's list. Selling them to an underground organization would be risky.

Judge:
Hmm... Very well, you may begin the cross-examination.

Apollo:
(This is the only motive I've got... He was up to something, and I'm going to find out what!)




Cross Examination
- - Cocoon Smuggling - -

Daryan:
International Affairs got a memo about these cocoons.


Daryan:
Interpol's all hot and bothered about 'em.


Daryan:
Can't sell 'em on the black market. Too dangerous.



Daryan:
Yeah, cocoon smuggling ain't exactly lucrative anymore.



Daryan:
Man, I'm in International Affairs! I know the deal!


Apollo:
(...The replica has to be the key to his motive... There's got to be a way to find out what he was up to!)




Apollo:
...Why not choose a less dangerous buyer then? I would.

Daryan:
How clueless are you? Everyone in the market's dangerous! The second they found out I was a cop, I could kiss my keester goodbye.

Apollo:
Why sell to a black market buyer? How about someone... like this!?

Judge:
That article... That's about the Chief Justice's...

Apollo:
A deadly poison can be extracted from the cocoon. But so can a cure! And not a cure for just any disease... ...A cure for Incuritis!

Judge:
I-Incuritis! ...I've heard of that somewhere!

Apollo:
(You went to visit a victim of the disease this morning!)

Judge:
Aha! Why, that's the disease the Chief Justice's son has! You aren't saying...!

Apollo:
Our witness is a detective. He would have contact with the Chief Justice!

Judge:
You are saying! The Chief Justice would never deal in contraband!

Apollo:
...Not even to save his own son's life?

Judge:
...! But, even if the deal went through... Why it'd be an international scandal!

Apollo:
That's Detective Crescend's insurance! If word ever got out, the one with his neck on the line... ...would be the Chief Justice!

Daryan:
......

Judge:
Detective Crescend! Is this true!?

Daryan:
First I'm a murderer, now I'm a smuggler...? How many crimes are you trying to pin on me, anyway?

Judge:
Distasteful as it is to think about, if the Chief Justice were the buyer... ...why, a seller couldn't hope for a better deal. A very cowardly seller!

Daryan:
Don't let Sleeves over there trick you. So I made a deal with the Chief Justice? Where's your proof!?

Apollo:
W-Well...

Daryan:
Oh yeah, and you're forgetting one other important thing.

Apollo:
...Do tell.

Daryan:
Interpol isn't the only ones out there watching this. Borginian Customs barely sleeps, they're so worried about cocoons getting out.

Judge:
Hmm... So we were informed. Let's continue with the cross-examination.




Daryan:
Borginian Customs is very thorough. Everything and everyone gets checked.



Daryan:
Cocoon possession will get you arrested on the spot, and then sentenced to death.


Daryan:
Hey, man, if there's a way to get cocoons out of there, I'd sure like to know.






Apollo:
Actually, there is one way.

Daryan:
Whaa--!?

Apollo:
One way to get something out of the country, no checks.

Judge:
What is it!?

Apollo:
...You become a prosecutor.

Judge:
A prosecutor!

Klavier:
Ah... Aaaaaaaaaaah! I don't believe it...

Apollo:
Believe it, Prosecutor Gavin. What was it that you told me yesterday at your office?

Klavier:
...It was a beautiful instrument. It was played lovingly for many years. A guitar befitting a woman like Lamiroir.

Trucy:
How did it end up here?

Klavier:
I mentioned how much I enjoyed playing it that night, and she made a present of it.

Trucy:
So this guitar is from Borginia?

Klavier:
That it is. We couldn't carry it on the plane. Changes in air pressure and humidity ruin the wood. So, we vacuum packed it in Lamiroir's studio. I used a special shipping service available to me for transporting evidence. They brought it right up to my office for me. ...Pristine and untouched.

Apollo:
Did I get that right, Prosecutor Gavin? "Untouched"?

Klavier:
...Quite. The guitar was wrapped in several sheets and vacuum packed in Borginia. The pack was untouched until the day of the concert. Are you saying that guitar was...

Apollo:
With cocoons this small, it would've been very easy... ...to use your guitar as a mule to smuggle a cocoon out of Borginia!

Judge:
Wh-What!?

Apollo:
Which reminds me, Prosecutor Gavin. That guitar had some "work" done on it recently, right?

Judge:
Work...?

Klavier:
Good memory, Herr Forehead.

Klavier:
Well, you know how guitars have a round hole in the front? It is called the "sound hole". Well, they found something attached to the wood just inside the hole. ...A broken device of some sort.

Trucy:
A broken... device?

Klavier:
Yes. This, in fact.

Judge:
An igniter...!

Apollo:
Exactly. Consider this, if you will. What if that igniter wasn't the only thing that was attached inside your guitar?

Trucy:
You... You mean...

Klavier:
He means this, of course.

Judge:
Ah. Aaaaaaaah...!

Apollo:
There was a way to get a cocoon out of the country! They could use picky Prosecutor Gavin's privileged guitar as a mule!

Daryan:
!

Apollo:
And who better to do that than someone with access... ...like a member of the band!

Daryan:
Yooooooooooooooooowrk!

Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!! So the igniter...

Klavier:
...Was placed in there for a clear reason, it seems.

Apollo:
It was a safety precaution!

Judge:
A precaution...?

Klavier:
Ahh... Herr Forehead. At last, it all comes together.

Apollo:
Every strange thing that happened that day. Care to review? Maestro, the gentle sounds of Lamiroir's ballad, if you please.

Klavier:
First... my keys were stolen. A harmless misdemeanor. Which forced me to break the lock on my guitar case.

Apollo:
The key was stolen to retrieve the cocoon from the guitar.

Judge:
I... I see...

Apollo:
But... things didn't go so well. The smuggler wasn't counting on the guitar being wrapped! Only a member of the band could get near that case. Unwrapping the guitar would raise too many suspicions. ...Then the concert began. Right about this time... ...a very large problem presented itself to the smuggler.

Judge:
What's that?

Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse.

Judge:
Ah...!

Klavier:
Mr. LeTouse, an undercover agent, was on to something. He would have known about the guitar. He'd only have to check the shipping records. So... Mr. LeTouse tried to examine the guitar himself.

Apollo:
If the cocoon were confiscated then, the gig would be up. The only thing left for the smuggler to do was to get rid of the whole lot.

...It's over. Press the switch! Now!...

Apollo:
The guitar burst into flames, and the cocoon... was lost. And then... Mr. LeTouse died.

Klavier:
With Lamiroir there to "witness" it.

Apollo:
There's your case.

Klavier:
......

Judge:
......

Trucy:
......

Daryan:
Eh heh. Heh heh ha ha! Brilliant, man!

Judge:
Detective Crescend...?

Daryan:
I gotta know, you make all that up on the fly?

Klavier:
For a made-up story... ...it makes a great deal of sense... Daryan.

Daryan:
Feh! The Republic of Borginia? Sorry, man, but I haven't even been there.

Klavier:
True, you haven't.

Daryan:
Hah! Let's see you make up a story for that, kid! How'd I hide the cocoon in the first place, huh?

Apollo:
It's not so hard to imagine. You had help. A Borginian accomplice. ...That's all.

Daryan:
...!

Apollo:
That you had an accomplice was clear from the start! The voice Lamiroir heard proves it!

...It's over. Press the switch! Now!...

Apollo:
You made this transmission from backstage.

Klavier:
While your co-conspirator was on stage!

Judge:
But... But who was it!?

Apollo:
(This is it, the coup de grâce! And for once I know what I'm doing... There's only one person who could have helped him!)

Judge:
Let's hear what Mr. Justice has to say, then. But be warned. With a great accusation comes great responsibility. Make up your answer "on the fly" as it were, and you'll be harshly penalized! ...Are you ready, Mr. Justice? Who was the smuggler's accomplice!?





Apollo:
There is only one person who meets all the requirements of the accomplice... ...and that person is the defendant, Machi Tobaye!

Judge:
But... Mr. Justice... He's your client!

Daryan:
A defense attorney accusing his client? That's a new one!

Apollo:
I assure you, no one is more unhappy about this than I. But, I am here to defend him in the murder of Mr. LeTouse. And I stand by my statement earlier that he is innocent of that particular crime.

Judge:
Indeed... the defendant is Borginian. He does meet the basic requirements to be the accomplice. But, what if it was, in fact, Lamiroir?

Apollo:
It couldn't have been.

Judge:
...Well, you seem sure of yourself.

Apollo:
The reason... is electronic signals, Your Honor.

Judge:
Electronic signals...?

Apollo:
Recall that this remote only works to a range of 30 feet. Beyond that, it's useless.

Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that's true.

Apollo:
Now, think back to the testimony... When the shooter made his transmission, Lamiroir was in the air vent. Right above the dressing room where the shooter stood. Let's look at the stage diagram! This is the area that the remote could reach from the air vent.

Judge:
Well, looking at this... ...it seems that Lamiroir still could have done the deed.

Apollo:
No. When the shooter made that transmission... ...the stage was slightly different than shown here. It was in the middle of "The Guitar's Serenade". Part of the stage... was raised. Prosecutor Gavin and the Lamiroir stand-in were in the air! They were on a tower which happens to be 15 feet tall! In other words! The remote couldn't have worked from Lamiroir's position in the air vent!

Judge:
Ah...!

Daryan:
......

Apollo:
Well, Detective Crescend? What do you say to that?

Daryan:
...Your Honor.

Judge:
Y-Yes, Detective?

Daryan:
Could we see the video where Gavin's guitar burns? Just one more time?

Judge:
Ah? Ah... Well. I don't see why not.

Apollo:
(Wh-What? Don't tell me he has a way out of this!)




Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody

It wraps itself around me,
And now through the air I fly.




Daryan:
...Ah ha ha ha ha! Too bad, so sad... punk!

Apollo:
P-Punk...?

Trucy:
First you were "Sleeves", then "kid", now "punk". You're losing rank fast, Apollo!

Judge:
What exactly were we supposed to see in this video?

Klavier:
...The problem isn't in what we "see". Correct, Daryan?

Daryan:
Right. It's what you hear. We are musicians after all.

Apollo:
...Care to explain for us non-musicians?

Daryan:
Sure thing, punk. Let me get your yarn straight first: You're saying I ordered the wee pianist to set off that igniter? That right?

Apollo:
Y-Yes...?

Daryan:
Well in order to do that, he'd have to press a switch. Am I right?

Apollo:
...OK...

Daryan:
Well, take another listen. Pay attention to the piano.

Apollo:
Piano...?




Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody

It wraps itself around me,
And now through the air I fly.




Judge:
What seems to be the problem there? The piano sounded just fine.

Daryan:
And that's the problem! Man, you still don't get it?

Apollo:
Ah...!

Daryan:
Yeah. How's he supposed to hit that switch if he's playing? You've got Ms. Diva, the guitar, the bass, the piano, and the drums... The only one with her hands free was the diva!

Trucy:
Lamiroir...

Daryan:
But according to you... ...she couldn't have been the accomplice, could she?

Apollo:
Urk...!

Daryan:
Your accomplice would have had a hard time helping out... ...if they couldn't even press a switch!

Apollo:
Uh... Uuuuuuuuuurrrrgh! (The piano plays non-stop! He couldn't have pressed that switch...!)

Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? The piano does seem to be playing when the guitar catches fire.

Apollo:
W-Well...

Daryan:
It's OK. We all make mistakes sometimes.

Trucy:
A-Apollo!? Were you wrong?

Apollo:
I can't be wrong! Everything makes perfect sense! How could it all... just...

Klavier:
...Strange.

Apollo:
Wh-What's strange?

Klavier:
No, it's just... Something's odd about the performance there.

Apollo:
..."Odd"?

Judge:
Mr. Justice. If Machi Tobaye didn't press that switch... ...then he could not be the accomplice you claim he is.

Apollo:
B-But everything points to it! Every fact says he's the accomplice!

Daryan:
...You got the facts wrong, man.

Apollo:
!

Daryan:
Here're some facts for you: Gavin's guitar is on fire. But the pianist didn't press that switch. In other words, your story is full of holes.

Judge:
Mr. Justice, let's hear your final opinion on this matter now. Was the defendant, Machi Tobaye, the accomplice? Your answer will reflect on everything you've said here. Give it some thought.

Trucy:
Apollo! If Machi's not the accomplice... ...then our whole case is ruined!

Apollo:
I know that! It has to be him... He was the only one who could have helped the smuggler... He had to have pressed that switch!

Trucy:
Well, you'd better find a way to prove it!

Apollo:
Argh! What do I do... What do I do!?

Trucy:
Ack... There has to be something that doesn't fit! ...Something odd.

Apollo:
Something odd...! Wait a second...

Trucy:
Wh-What? You thought of something!?

Apollo:
(What was Gavin saying just now...?)

Klavier:
...Strange.

Apollo:
Wh-What's strange?

Klavier:
No, it's just... Something's odd about the performance there.

Apollo:
(...It's not much to go on, but it's all I've got! What exactly did he hear that was "odd"?)

Judge:
Have you come up with something, Mr. Justice? May I remind you that everything rests on this. Can you prove Machi Tobaye pressed that switch? Let's hear your final answer! Can you prove that Machi Tobaye pressed that switch?



Klavier:
Then, as prosecutor, it falls to me to ask you to show us evidence supporting this. Herr Forehead. You're sure about this?

Daryan:
Hah! Accept it! There's no evidence, man!

Judge:
Let's see your evidence, Mr. Justice. On what do you base your claim that the defendant pressed that switch?





Apollo:
The basis for my claim... is music, Your Honor.

Judge:
Music? What about music?

Apollo:
Let's listen to the piano part, around the time when the switch was to be pressed... ...right before the guitar burst into flame.




Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody

It wraps itself around me,




Judge:
Hmm... I hear a piano being played.

Apollo:
But... doesn't it sound kind of simple?

Judge:
Simple...?

Klavier:
Ah, I think I know what he's suggesting. You think Machi could have played that part... with one hand?

Judge:
One hand...!?

Apollo:
He only needed one hand to press that switch! He could play the piano with the other!

Daryan:
Hah! What, so you're some kind of piano savant?

Apollo:
Um, actually no.

Daryan:
Then what do you know!? You can't play a part like that with one hand!

Apollo:
Urk...! (Maybe... I don't know what I'm talking about here.) Wait! I know! Hey, Trucy!

Trucy:
Yeah? You got something?

Apollo:
Mr. Wright, your father, he's a pianist! Could he...

Trucy:
Oh, Daddy? He couldn't play a part like that even if he had three hands!

Daryan:
So sorry... So sad for you.

Apollo:
...... ...No. Not really.

Daryan:
H-Huh...?

Apollo:
That was just the easy way to prove it. There's always the hard way.

Daryan:
Man... How are you going to prove whether he played it with one hand or two!? You can't!

Apollo:
I admit, it will be rather difficult to prove. But it's highly likely he was playing with one hand.

Daryan:
H-How do you know that?

Apollo:
The clue is what Prosecutor Gavin described as sounding "odd".

Daryan:
...!

Apollo:
What sounded odd? I'll bet we can tell by listening to a certain part of the song.

Daryan:
No... No way.

Judge:
Well, it seems we've come to the moment of truth at last. Let's hear what Mr. Justice has to say for himself. Show us the part that proves the defendant was playing with one hand... ...right before the guitar burst into flame!

Apollo:
(Machi was definitely playing one-handed just before the guitar caught fire! And one section of the song proves it!)





Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin... I'm sure you've realized by now... ...just what it was that sounded "odd" to you.

Klavier:
As I'm sure you've realized it yourself, Herr Forehead.

Judge:
R-Realized what?

Apollo:
I'll demonstrate. Let's listen to the part in question again, shall we? Pay particular attention to the "But a fleeting melody" phrase.




Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody




Daryan:
Man, man, man! How many times do we have to listen to the same thing?

Apollo:
You're right. Enough of that!

Daryan:
...!

Apollo:
Let's listen to another section, shall we?

Judge:
Another section...?

Apollo:
The guitar burst into flame at the end of the second verse. Let's listen to the same spot... in the first verse. Pay attention to "O that night in your embrace"...!




Sugar, Sugar...
O that night, in your embrace.




Judge:
Ah...! P-Play verse two again!




Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody




Apollo:
There! Did you hear that?

Judge:
They "feel" the same, true... ...but they're clearly very different!

Daryan:
Whaaat!?

Apollo:
Well put, Your Honor! The phrase in verse two is quite simple... But the same phrase in verse one has high and low notes! You'd have to use two hands to play that for sure!

Judge:
Ah...!

Daryan:
Urk... Hrrah! Wh-What's that prove!?

Apollo:
I would think you'd know that by now.

Daryan:
This is why I hate dealing with amateurs, man... So the two verses had different arrangements! Happens all the time.

Klavier:
Not this time, Daryan.

Daryan:
...!

Klavier:
There's no point in changing an arrangement if you can't hear it clearly. And that wasn't the point. I had him play specifically so that the piano would stay in the background.

Daryan:
Oh. Ohhhhh!

Klavier:
That was what I noticed. "Why should the same phrase sound slightly different?" I asked myself.

Apollo:
Now ask yourselves why Machi changed how he played... and there's only one answer! He needed a free hand in order to press the switch!

Daryan:
Unh... Unnnnoooooooooork!

Judge:
Order! Order!! Order!!!!! I believe this ties all the facts together... Well, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
Yes, quite. Though, personally, this comes as a terrible disappointment.

Daryan:
...Heh...

Apollo:
(What? No comeback...? I can't believe it! I finally did it! I shut him up!)

Judge:
Very well. Barring an objection from the prosecution... I will now state the court's opinion on this matter...

Daryan:
Heh... Heh heh heh... Ah ha ha ha ha ha haaaah! Good show, Sleeves. No, great show!

Apollo:
...It's not over? (I don't like it when he looks so... so happy.)

Daryan:
You tell him Gavin. Tell him what's so disappointing!

Klavier:
Personally, I'm terribly disappointed... ...in you, Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
Huh... M-Me!?

Klavier:
Yes. Don't get me wrong, your case is solid. The facts all check out. But, even now... ...you have yet to show us a single piece of decisive evidence.

Apollo:
Yeah, but the facts... Anyone can see it was him!

Judge:
Unfortunately, "anyone" does not include the law. I'm afraid your case doesn't cut it.

Apollo:
But... But...

Judge:
A thousand facts might point toward the same conclusion... ...but without decisive evidence, it's not proof. That's the rule under our current legal system.

Apollo:
I don't believe it...!

Judge:
It does not seem as though the defense has any more evidence to present.

Daryan:
Oh, I think if he did we already would have seen it a long ways back.

Judge:
It is unfortunate... ...but, at present, this court is unable to acknowledge your accusation.

Apollo:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaat!? (The truth is staring us all right in the face! Why can't they see it!? What's the point of a legal system that protects criminals!?)

Trucy:
Apollo! Remember what Daddy said?

Phoenix:
It won't be easy proving he did it. Especially not under the current court system...

Apollo:
So what do I do!?

Phoenix:
Like I said. Good luck. And be aware that it will be impossible to prove his guilt by conventional methods.

Apollo:
Ugh...

Phoenix:
Every man has an igniter inside him. Find Daryan Crescend's igniter... and set it off.

Trucy:
I wonder what he meant by every man's "igniter"?

Apollo:
I think he just meant a weak spot, no? The kind of thing that a single spark could turn into a wildfire of emotion... (I won't be able to press him further by conventional means... I've got to find a weak spot in this guy... Something fatal...)

Daryan:
...So, can I get back to work now, or what? It may look like I got a lot of time on my hands... ...but I got no more time to play pretend with this deadweight attorney.

Judge:
Hmm. Well, Mr. Justice? We've come this far without decisive evidence... ...This witness won't be coming back to the stand once we let him go.

Apollo:
...Every man has an igniter.

Daryan:
Huh...?

Apollo:
Didn't you say "the better the guitar, the brighter it burns", Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
Ah, yes. Good guitars are kept dry, is why. That provides the best sound.

Apollo:
Even a small spark could cause irreparable damage. Your plan has an "igniter" in it, too, Detective. ...It was there from the very beginning.

Daryan:
What...?

Apollo:
(Fightin' time, Justice. If you blow this one... ...he'll be out of your hands for good...)

Trucy:
Go for it, Apollo!

Daryan:
What, and this igniter's supposed to come "burn" me up? That's almost poetic there, Mr. Attorney.

Klavier:
All the better. I'm rather fond of poetry... And I intend to hear this one through to the very end.

Daryan:
...!

Klavier:
Herr Forehead. You are accusing this man, Daryan Crescend of two crimes: The murder of Mr. LeTouse, and the smuggling of a Borginian Cocoon. ...This is your last chance to prove your case.

Judge:
This trial has already run on for far too long. Mr. Justice, this will be my last warning. The moment this "igniter" of yours turns out to be a dud... ...is the moment this cross-examination ends. ...Understood?

Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor.

Judge:
Then, let's have it. Show us the basis for these accusations against Daryan Crescend!

Apollo:
(OK... This is really my last chance! The key that will take apart Daryan Crescend's plan is...)






Apollo:
The one person who can prove Daryan Crescend's guilt... ...is the defendant, Machi Tobaye!

Judge:
Y-Your client? Again!?

Apollo:
Machi Tobaye was an accomplice to the cocoon smuggling plot. Without him, Daryan Crescend could not have gotten the cocoon. Furthermore, he can easily prove that the one who plotted to smuggle that cocoon... ...is the real criminal in this case!

Judge:
Hmm... How so?

Apollo:
It would require just one of the very cocoons Mr. LeTouse was looking for. With the cooperation of the Republic of Borginia, we could burn a cocoon. The burnt cocoon would leave a particular residue. A residue we would, no doubt, also find inside the burnt-out guitar!

Judge:
Aha! Very scientific of you.

Apollo:
Thus, if Machi Tobaye acknowledges his agreement with Daryan Crescend... ...concerning the attempted smuggling of a Borginian Cocoon... ...the case is solved!

Daryan:
Heh... Heh heh heh heh heh!

Trucy:
Um, Daryan's laughing again...

Daryan:
Your unrelenting passion is... remarkable. You really want to get me, don't you? ...Too bad you'll never be able to.

Apollo:
...Why not?

Daryan:
The little key-tickler won't acknowledge anything! Especially not anything to do with cocoon smuggling!

Judge:
What's this all about?

Klavier:
Taking a cocoon out of the country means death... ...by Borginian law.

Trucy:
Ah...

Daryan:
Yeah! See? If our pianist really was a smuggler... ...then testifying about it would be suicide! ...Believe me, he's not talking--

Apollo:
But you're wrong, Detective Crescend.

Daryan:
...What...?

Apollo:
It's the other way around! If Machi doesn't admit to smuggling here... He's in deep trouble!

Daryan:
Huh? H-How?

Apollo:
Look, if Machi admits to smuggling here... ...then he'll be tried in our courts, by our laws. You don't get the death penalty for smuggling in our country.

Daryan:
Ah...

Apollo:
The victim in this case was an undercover Interpol agent. I'm sure that news has already reached Borginia.

Klavier:
And they'll likely broadcast our dealings in court today. ...Including the part about the Borginian Cocoon.

Daryan:
Yeah but... but... But...!

Apollo:
But, if Machi doesn't admit to smuggling now... ...he'll eventually be picked up by the Borginian police. And it's not like he's in any danger in our court. We're not going to find him guilty of murder here, not now!

Daryan:
Yeah, but... you can't do this! You can't... You can't accuse me!

Apollo:
Maybe the "law" doesn't allow it... But who's going to think you're really innocent after hearing this trial? ...The same goes for Machi Tobaye.

Daryan:
...Urk...!

Apollo:
The cocoon smuggling, your entire plan... ...Machi Tobaye knows everything. There's only one way out of it for him. And that's to acknowledge his own crime! The crime of cocoon smuggling!

Daryan:
...... ...... Heh. D-Don't worry, there. I'll get... I'll get you out of the country. I'll set you up someplace. A hidden mansion? Real nice. You want a house made out of cookies? Or no, a house made out of pianos? C'mon... ...Please! Don't taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalk!

Klavier:
...Daryan. I consider that my last session with you. ...We rocked.

Apollo:
...I'm guessing we can treat that outburst as a confession?

Daryan:
...Heh...heh heh heh...

Trucy:
Uh oh, he's laughing again.

Apollo:
There's a kind of sick desperation in it now, though.

Judge:
Well... have you been listening to today's trial?

Machi:
...Yes.

Judge:
And you'll talk? You [sic] tell this court everything?

Machi:
......

Apollo:
I didn't want it to turn out this way. But... I'm not the kind of lawyer that can overlook a crime.

Klavier:
Today's trial... was all for your benefit, you know? I see no reason why you should hesitate now.

Machi:
...I knew. From beginning, I knew.

Apollo:
Machi...

Machi:
Situation... I cannot explain. But money. I needed. Very much money.

Judge:
Today's trial... ...raises a delicate issue with our legal system. "The only thing definite in a court of law... ...is evidence." This is the golden rule. However...

Klavier:
...It has become apparent that not all things can be tried by this standard.

Judge:
Should another case of this sort surface... ...we may have to consider an alternate system by which to administer justice. ...Anyway, Mr. Machi Tobaye?

Machi:
...Yes?

Judge:
I promise you will receive a fair trial by the laws of our country. And, with regards to the current charges for the murder of Mr. LeTouse... ...this court is prepared to announce a verdict.

Machi:
...I thank you. I... only lie. But you see truth! You find... truth.

Judge:
...That's our job. Very well...! This court finds the defendant, Machi Tobaye...

Not Guilty

Judge:
Court is adjourned!




July 10, 4:42 PM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2

Trucy:
I wonder what'll happen to Machi...

Apollo:
Well, he did smuggle a cocoon out of Borginia. I guess there'll be another trial here...

???:
All's well that ends well.

Trucy:
Daddy...!

Lamiroir:
I owe you both my thanks.

Apollo:
Lamiroir...?

Lamiroir:
My, is something wrong?

Apollo:
I'm sorry...! I... Machi was your partner on stage! Your friend...!

Lamiroir:
...... Yes. I thought of him as my own son. Even now, I do. Yet... Something got ahold of him, something evil. I see that. And he must pay for what he has done. Is that not how it should be?

Apollo:
I'm still sorry...

Lamiroir:
Do not be sorry. You have given me courage.

Trucy:
Courage...?

Lamiroir:
I am considering an eye operation.

Phoenix:
It was my suggestion, actually.

Trucy:
You mean, you'll be able to see again?

Lamiroir:
It's funny. I have always been afraid of the "light". Light seems so harsh, so unforgiving...

Phoenix:
According to the doctor... ...Lamiroir lost her sight due to some kind of "accident".

Apollo:
An accident...?

Lamiroir:
As you know, I suffer from amnesia. I feared that, if I could see... ...perhaps it would open my eyes to the truth I have been running from. ...I was scared.

Phoenix:
You know what changed her mind? Hearing your defense in there today. She could feel your gaze, unwavering, always looking straight at the truth.

Lamiroir:
...If the light returns to my eyes... ...I think I will take up painting.

Apollo:
Painting...?

Trucy:
That's right! She's the "landscape painter in sound", after all!

Lamiroir:
I will paint the two of you. I promise.

Trucy:
Woo hoo! I can't wait, Lamiroir!

Phoenix:
I owe you my thanks, too, Apollo.

Apollo:
Uh, thanks, Mr. Wright, but for what?

Phoenix:
You reminded me I need to hurry things along. ...On my secret mission, that is.

Apollo:
Right. Your secret mission.

Lamiroir:
Apollo, Trucy... I hope that we will meet again someday soon.

Trucy:
You bet! Me, too!

Apollo:
(And so, like a ballad, the trial flowed on and on... until it came to the end. Thanks to the trial... ..."The Guitar's Serenade" was a huge hit. Prosecutor Gavin's even more dazzling to look at now. But... there's something I want to say to that guy. Next time you write a ballad...)

Trucy:
...Have them catch the killer at the end!

THE END










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