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Episode 1
Turnabout Visitor
March 14, 1:16 AM
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To make sure the defendant is found guilty. What other choice do I have? That’s the job of a prosecutor, after all.

Th-That may be true, but why...? Why go this far?

Sorry, maybe I wasn’t clear enough, but a guilty verdict is all that matters to me. No matter what the cost. I’m a prodigy among prosecutors. Always have been, always will be.




March 14, 2:05 AM
Prosecutor's Building
12th Floor Hallway

Edgeworth:
(It’s hard to believe that I’ve been away from my office for a whole month. I hope Detective Gumshoe has been keeping an eye on my office. And keeping it clean. Hm...? The door is unlocked...)




Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe...? (Hm? What’s this smell...? It’s very familiar... Blood? Wh-What the!?) What’s the meaning of this!?

???:
Freeze.

Edgeworth:
Identify yourself.

???:
.................. Shut up.

Edgeworth:
Hmph. You’ve got some nerve, committing murder in a prosecutor’s office. Is that a threat?

???:
...

Edgeworth:
...Let me make one thing very clear.

???:
What?

Edgeworth:
No one gets away with committing murder in my office. No one.

???:
............




Edgeworth:
My name is Miles Edgeworth. And I work as a prosecutor in my local district. Little did I know that upon my return home after a month abroad... ...I would be thrust into a multitude of cases, and some very frantic and busy days.




March 14, 2:56 AM
High Prosecutors' Offices
Room 1202

Edgeworth:
.........

Forensics:
I've finished photographing the victim's body, sir!

Edgeworth:
Very well. Please continue your investigation.

Forensics:
Yes, sir!

Edgeworth:
.........

???:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Mr. Edgeworth, sir!! Are you OK, sir!?

Edgeworth:
Keep it down, Detective. This is a crime scene.

???:
When I heard that a murder has taken place in your office, I ran up here straight away!

Edgeworth:
(This is Dick Gumshoe. He is a detective with the local precinct... ...and the one they assigned to handle this murder case for the time being.)

Gumshoe:
You're looking a little pale, sir! Are you hurt!?

Edgeworth:
No, I'm perfectly fine. However...

Gumshoe:
Ack! Look what they did to your office! It's totally trashed!

Edgeworth:
I'll say. The culprit sullied my floor with dirt rather well. No one gets away with tracking mud into my office.

Gumshoe:
Whoa! Sounds like you're getting really burned up over this whole thing!

Edgeworth:
This crime was committed in my office, so it is my responsibility to solve it.

Gumshoe:
Ho ho! That's just like you, Mr. Edgeworth! OK! Time to do some investigating!

Edgeworth:
Agreed. Our first course of action is to gather relevant facts and leads. (We must not overlook anything, no matter how small, if we are to find the truth. So I'll keep any leads or information we find etched in the forefront of my mind.) Speaking of things that pique my curiosity... Why of all places did the (Crime scene: My office – Is it really coincidence that the murder took place in my office?) occur in (Crime scene: My office – Is it really coincidence that the murder took place in my office?)? (Hmm... I get the nagging feeling that this is something important to keep in mind.)

Gumshoe:
Yeah, I was wondering that myself, sir... I mean, you can't really say it's just a coincidence, can you?

Edgeworth:
No, not really. Especially because of this.

Gumshoe:
The (The office key – For security reasons, this office's door has a lock built into it.)? What do you mean, sir?

Edgeworth:
If you think about it carefully and use Logic, it should become clear to you.

Gumshoe:
Logic...?

Edgeworth:
By finding the connection between two pieces of information... ...and connecting them, new information is born. That is the end result of using Logic.

Gumshoe:
So how do you use it?

Edgeworth:
First, I recall information through the Logic Button, and then Connect them together. (Now, to touch the Logic Button and recall the facts.)


Edgeworth:
For security reasons, all the prosecutors' doors are outfitted with locks. Which means it would have been hard for the murderer and the victim to get in here. Ergo, it's impossible to dismiss the location of this crime as a mere coincidence.

Gumshoe:
Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking, sir!

Edgeworth:
(There must be a reason why someone infiltrated my room... (The killer's goal – Why did this happen in my office? What was the killer after?))

Gumshoe:
You're really on the ball today, Mr. Edgeworth! That's some beautiful Logic, sir!

Edgeworth:
Yes, well... When you follow leads to their conclusion, only the truth remains. (However... If the information doesn't line up properly, I may stray far from the truth as well... But if I think carefully before piercing leads together, the Logic should flow.) Well, let's get started with our investigation, shall we?

Gumshoe:
Yes, sir!

Begin Investigation
High Prosecutors' Offices
Room 1202

Gumshoe:
The basis of any good investigation is to examine everything, sir!

Edgeworth:
I know that. And when I want to examine something, I simply touch the Examine Button.

Gumshoe:
Oh, if you ever feel lost and want to talk, just touch the Partner Button, OK!? I'll give you great, precise advice as an Ace Investigator, sir!

Edgeworth:
(*sigh* Something to try later if I have free time, I suppose.)
















(Connecting all possible Logic and examining body and files leads to:)

Edgeworth:
(I guess this is about all we're going to find out. We should send the body to aut--)

???:
Jim! Why, oh why!? How could this have happened to a guy like you!?

Edgeworth:
......... Are you alright?

???:
Don't touch me! Leave me alone! Just let me be!

Edgeworth:
Sorry, but I can't do that. The investigation is still ongoing, so please refrain from touching the body.

???:
The "body"? The "BODY"!? Don't talk about him like he's just some lump of flesh! Look at him... Jim looks like he's just turned in for the night.

Gumshoe:
Um, sure. Just in a blood-stained suit, pal.

???:
Where are my manners?

Edgeworth:
Aren't you that prosecutor...

Portsman:
Why, yes, I am! I'm Jacques Portsman, Prosecutor. Jim here was my partner in crime busting...

Edgeworth:
I'm Miles Edgeworth, and like you, I am also a prosecutor.

Gumshoe:
Detective Dick Gumshoe, sir.

Portsman:
So you're Miles Edgeworth... I guess this is your office?

Edgeworth:
Yes, that is correct.

Portsman:
Then it was you! You're the one who killed Jim!

Gumshoe:
Hey, don't go around jumping to conclusions, pal! Just calm down, OK!?

Portsman:
I will not! I know how things work around here! High prosecutors' office doors all have locks built into them. And only the owner of the office has the key to his or her own office door!

Edgeworth:
That is correct. However, I was not the one who killed your partner.

Gumshoe:
Yeah! Mr. Edgeworth has been overseas on a business trip this whole time, pal. And the key to the door was with me the entire time, OK!? So the only one who could get in here was me! Ho ho ho ho. ...Wait, that means... ......... I'm not sure what that means.

Portsman:
So it was you, then! You're Jim's killer!!

Gumshoe:
No way, pal! You've got it all wrong!!

Edgeworth:
Everyone calm down!

Portsman:
...!

Edgeworth:
Mr. Portsman, correct? If you are a real prosecutor, you should know to stay collected. The investigation has only just begun. Isn't it too early to be drawing conclusions?

Portsman:
...Alright, I get the point. You're right, my mistake. I tend to get a little too hot-headed sometimes. You sure are one cool customer, though, Mr. Edgeworth.

Edgeworth:
.........

Portsman:
I've heard all the rumors about you. You're the great "Genius Prosecutor". You're something of a legend, you know. Anyway! Let's call a truce and work together, OK? Now, how about a handshake to seal the deal!?

Edgeworth:
............ A pleasure to work with you.

Portsman:
You guys were conducting your investigation, right? Sorry for barging in like that. Carry on, then. It's your room, after all.

Edgeworth:
Thank you, I intend to.

Portsman:
I just want a little more time to say good-bye to Jim... You there!

Forensics:
Sir!

Portsman:
I want you to capture this scene on film for me. My final farewell to my partner Jim...

Edgeworth:
............ (I should probably give them some space...)






Gumshoe:
Ah! Your jacket, sir! What's it doing on the floor!?

Edgeworth:
It must have fallen off the wall when the killer tried to threaten me by firing a round.

Gumshoe:
So the killer not only shot the victim, but they shot your jacket as well!? They dared to shoot the ultra-special jacket that you made your prosecutorial debut in!? What if they had shot through it!? It would've been a disaster!

Edgeworth:
It's not worth getting worked up over, Detective. Not when there's something more here.

Gumshoe:
Huh? Like what?

Edgeworth:
I take it you haven't noticed it yet, Detective. There is a giant contradiction right here in front of us.

Gumshoe:
Really!?

Edgeworth:
(Did I say "contradiction"? He must be rubbing off on me. I'm starting to sound like him… But I have my own methods and I will conduct this investigation my way. When the scene before me contradicts a piece of evidence or seems off that's when my deductive skills come into play. First, I have to find the spot that holds the contradiction.)




Gumshoe:
Wh-What do you mean, sir!?

Edgeworth:
It's elementary. Two shots were fired in this room. The first felled the victim and the second felled this frame.

Gumshoe:
Hey, that's right!

Edgeworth:
However, this gun was only fired once.

Gumshoe:
Hey, that's true, too...

Edgeworth: Which means that one of these two bullets was fired from a different gun.

Edgeworth:
(Did the killer have (Another handgun – Other than the victim's gun that I found, could there be another gun in play here?) prepared for tonight...?)

Gumshoe:
By the way, I noticed something, sir...

Edgeworth:
Yes?

Gumshoe:
What's that thing sticking out from behind the frame?

Edgeworth:
Ah, that. It's a secret safe.

Gumshoe:
A s-secret safe!? Oh, I smell money!

Edgeworth:
I'll spare us the trouble and just say it. Nothing like what you're imagining is inside. Now, if you could kindly move this frame out of the way.

Gumshoe:
Roger that! *achoo* *achoo* Talk about dusty!

Edgeworth:
I suppose that's what happens when I'm not here to dust it once in a while.

Gumshoe:
I had no idea there was a safe here, or I'd have kept it clean for you, sir! So when did you put this thing in?

Edgeworth:
It wasn't something I had installed personally. Every prosecutor's office has one.

Gumshoe:
Really!? I had no idea!

Edgeworth:
Well, only prosecutors are supposed to have knowledge of their existence.

Gumshoe:
So... what's inside, Mr. Edgeworth!?

Edgeworth:
Right now? Nothing. We only use them to store especially important evidence when a trial is in session.

Gumshoe:
That's it...? Talk about squashing my hopes and dreams...

Secret Safe data jotted down in my Organizer.


(Examining jacket in frame and secret safe leads to:)

Edgeworth:
As I thought... (It appears that Logic is the only way around this setback. Time to rationally and calmly play connect the dots with the information we have.)


(Connecting all possible Logic leads to:)

Portsman:
Why do all the good ones always die young? Surely you must ponder that every once in a while, Mr. Edgeworth.

Edgeworth:
......... No matter how much we lament, the dead will not come back to life. All we can do is search for the truth.

Portsman:
......... And? So what are we supposed to do? How do we go about finding the truth?

Edgeworth:
First, we calmly restore the files to their rightful place.

Portsman:
You got it! Here, let me help!

Gumshoe:
Um, so this file goes here, and that book goes there...

Portsman:
You sure know a lot about where things go, despite it being Mr. Edgeworth's office.

Gumshoe:
Because I'm the one who keeps it tidy, pal! OK! Done!

Edgeworth:
It would appear that the murder was definitely committed here.

Gumshoe:
Unnngh... The bloodstains on the bookshelf are still fresh...

Edgeworth:
I suspect that the victim was killed in a standing position, hence the prints on the shelf.

Gumshoe:
And then the guy fell onto the floor, right? The blood on the floor's kinda grossing me out!

Edgeworth:
Detective, I don't have the time to deal with your weak stomach right now.

Gumshoe:
Nnngh... But you know I'm no good with blood, sir...

Edgeworth:
(I'm certain there's something wrong with this picture...)





Gumshoe:
Wh-What do you mean, sir!?

Edgeworth:
You don't see? Quite simply, the bullet hole is too low. If the victim was shot in the stomach, the hole should be much higher up.

Gumshoe:
But what if the guy was shot while he was sitting or lying down, sir!?

Edgeworth:
That would be illogical. The victim leaned against this shelf here after being shot. Which suggests that he was standing when he was shot.

Gumshoe:
Then that means...! ............Wait, what does that mean, sir?

Edgeworth:
It means you need to use your brain every once in a while instead of mine, Detective. In any case, it means someone made a faulty assumption. And it was from this mistake that our current contradiction was born!

Edgeworth:
What is the faulty assumption that caused this problem with the bullet hole's position?




Edgeworth:
I believe the order of the files is a bit off.

Gumshoe:
You mean I put them back in the wrong order just now? Hey, actually, I think the labels on the files are wrong, sir!

Edgeworth:
Oh?

Gumshoe:
Yeah! You see here how the files that were shot begin with the number 0? What are those doing all the way down there after 1, 2, and 3!? That's really weird!!

Edgeworth:
Actually, the way they are organized now is the correct order. They are exactly as I see them in my mind's eye.

Gumshoe:
But the numbers are all out of order.

Edgeworth:
Those white binders are special, so they are arranged a little differently. But from this, we know that the files were not in this order when the crime occurred. (Aha! So that's it!) I believe the killer made the same incorrect assumption as you just did, Detective. Let's re-arrange the files in numerical order and see what we find out.

Gumshoe:
Do you think it'd be OK to prop the body back up to how it was before it was moved?

Edgeworth:
They've finished processing the crime scene, so I don't see why it wouldn't be. If you please, Detective Gumshoe! As I suspected, the bullet hole is now where it should logically be. The killer went through my files first before shooting Mr. Faith.

Gumshoe:
And then put the files back in numerical order, I guess.

Edgeworth:
Exactly. And then proceeded to shoot the victim.

Gumshoe:
But why would someone kill a man and then look through your files one more time?

Edgeworth:
Puzzling indeed.

Edgeworth:
The files were thrown into disarray twice, once before and once after the crime. But why?


Edgeworth:
Th-This...!

Gumshoe:
Wh-What is that!? Why does it say "Gumshoe" on there in blood!?

Portsman:
I'd say it's some incredibly incriminating evidence...

Edgeworth:
Yes, indicative of criminal activity, indeed.

Gumshoe:
No! Wait! There's gotta be some mistake! Mr. Edgeworth, sir! Help me! Say something, sir!

Edgeworth:
......... It appears that one of my files was stolen.

Gumshoe:
Is that all, sir!? What about me and my situation!?

Edgeworth:
(Is this what the killer was really after?)

Stolen File data jotted down in my Organizer.

Investigation Complete


Portsman:
Looks like Jim was able to leave us the name of his killer in the end. And this most important message managed to reach us.

Gumshoe:
I'm telling you! It wasn't me!!!

Portsman:
You can't be terribly pleased to hear that your partner is the guilty party.

Edgeworth:
If you are going to accuse Detective Gumshoe of being the culprit I sincerely hope you have some proof to back it up.

Portsman:
Jim's words... They're more than enough, wouldn't you say?

Edgeworth:
If that's how you want to play it, then at least allow me to understand your reasoning.

Portsman:
You got it!

Edgeworth:
(I don't like this one bit. There's something strange about this man's attitude. And there must be some sort of flaw to his logic waiting for me to dig out.)

Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! Wh-What are you going to do?

Edgeworth:
What I always do in court; I'm going to cross-examine him. One way or another, I'll expose the flaw in his logic with this technique.

Gumshoe:
Ooh! How do you do that!? C-Can you explain it to me, sir!?





Argument
- - Mr. Portsman's Logic - -

Portsman: Detective Gumshoe. You stole Jim's gun from him and shot him dead.
Further, you messed up the files to make it look like you had committed theft instead.
That's when you moved Jim's body that was sitting in front of the bookshelf!
But thanks to that, you didn't notice the bloody letters his body was hiding.
And it will be by his final words that you will be brought to justice.


Edgeworth:
You intend to argue that the victim's dying message points to his killer...?

Portsman:
I can hear Jim's voice, and he's calling for his killer's arrest!

Edgeworth:
Hmph. Are you sure you're not mishearing his words, Mr. Portsman? (There is no way Detective Gumshoe is the culprit here... I will find the flaw in this man's logic and expose it with credible evidence!)




Rebuttal
- - Mr. Portsman's Logic - -

Portsman:
Detective Gumshoe. You stole Jim's gun from him and shot him dead.


Portsman:
Further, you messed up the files to make it look like you had committed theft instead.


Portsman:
That's when you moved Jim's body that was sitting in front of the bookshelf!


Portsman:
But thanks to that, you didn't notice the bloody letters his body was hiding.



Portsman:
And it will be by his final words that you will be brought to justice.


Portsman:
What are you sputtering over there? Can't you just admit my logic is perfectly sound?

Edgeworth:
(Actually, there's a gigantic flaw in his logic… A gap so wide that even the good detective can spot it. Now to clue Mr. Portsman in by presenting him with some evidence.)


Edgeworth:
Perhaps you're not aware Mr. Portsman, but there is a serious flaw in your logic.

Portsman:
Heh, bringing a bit of the courtroom into this, I see. No problem, I'm game!

Edgeworth:
I can't help but find it odd...

Portsman:
Excuse me?

Edgeworth:
Odd that a fellow prosecutor would be brought down by the power of his own office.

Portsman:
Wh-What are you talking about!? ...Oh, you're joking, I get it...! Ha ha ha.

Edgeworth:
If you have the time to laugh, then you have the time to take another, closer look at this. Do you still not see? If not, may I direct your attention to the missing file...

Portsman:
Wh-Whaaaaaaat!? That's impossible!!

Edgeworth:
What's "impossible", Mr. Portsman?

Portsman:
Um, uh, nothing...

Edgeworth:
The files on that shelf are about a certain case. When the killer went to take the file after murdering your partner I highly doubt they could've missed the bloody letters written on the spines.

Portsman:
Objection
It's possible that they could have taken the file before committing the murder!

Edgeworth:
I think it's pretty obvious that the file was stolen after it was written on. The missing letters in the detective's name where the file should be is proof.

Gumshoe:
Yeah! I mean, the "s" is gone, and there's only half an "h"!

Edgeworth:
If Detective Gumshoe really was the culprit of this case I highly doubt that even he could overlook his own name written in blood on the files. Especially as a detective who can't stand the sight of blood!

Portsman:
*gasp!*

Gumshoe:
Which means... what exactly? What does that make this dying message...?

Edgeworth:
It makes it the work of a criminal intent on tampering with the crime scene.

Portsman:
............

Gumshoe:
That's so low! I can't believe the criminal tried to pin this whole thing on me, sir! I'm gonna get 'em, sir! You'll see! I'm gonna have them under arrest in no time!

Edgeworth:
Well, Mr. Portsman?

Portsman:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Brilliant! Absolutely splendid! Logic deserving of Olympic gold!

Edgeworth:
I appreciate the praise, but it doesn't change the fact that your reasoning is flawed.

Portsman:
Meh, you win some and you lose some. That's how life goes.

Gumshoe:
Glad everyone's so cheery... even though I feel more dead than alive.

Portsman:
Ah, but you know, it really is a shame… I really didn't want to have to bring this up, however...

Gumshoe:
W-What is it this time!? Are you still after me, pal!?

Portsman:
Humor me for a second. Who has the key to this office?

Gumshoe:
That would be me! But Mr. Edgeworth just proved that I'm innocent, pal!

Portsman:
That's absolutely right! And I acknowledge your innocence.

Edgeworth:
Then why do I sense that you still have something to say?

Portsman:
Well, I was thinking. Did you know there is one other person with a key to this office?

Edgeworth:
(One other person...?)

Portsman:
Hey, you there!

Officer:
Yes, sir! What is it, sir!?

Portsman:
Would you kindly fetch and escort that lovely young lady here for me...?

Edgeworth:
(A lady...?)

Portsman:
The girl is a member of this building's security. Think of her as a "material witness".

Gumshoe:
S-security? Did you say, "Security"!? No, stop it, pal! Don't!

Edgeworth:
(What's wrong with him all of a sudden?)

Portsman:
I believe she needs no introduction. I have called upon Ms. Maggey Byrde, a member of security.

Byrde:
D-Detective Gumshoe, sir...

Gumshoe:
Maggey!

Portsman:
Ms. Byrde is the security guard on watch tonight.

Edgeworth:
I see. And your point is?

Portsman:
My point is that she could very well have used it. And by "it", I mean the master key, which can open all the office doors in this building.

Gumshoe:
Wh-Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?

Portsman:
If you are not the guilty party, Detective Gumshoe then the only other person with access to this room is Ms. Byrde.

Byrde:
How dare you!? I would never sneak into someone's room!

Gumshoe:
That's right! I refuse to believe that Maggey's the culprit, pal! Um... It was me! That's right, I did it!

Portsman:
Can we take that as a confession, Detective?

Gumshoe:
Um, well, it wasn't really me... But it definitely wasn't Maggey, pal! So, yeah, it was me! If it was, you'd have no problems with that, right!?

Edgeworth:
Please refrain from flying off the handle, Detective. There's no need for such theatrics.

Portsman:
Listen to your boss, Detective. He understands what I'm saying here. That girl is the only one who could've committed the crime, and for one simple reason!


Argument
- - Witness's Account - -

Portsman:
It's pretty obvious that Ms. Byrde snuck into your room using the master key.
I mean, if Detective Gumshoe isn't the one who opened the door...
...then that leaves only Ms. Byrde as our prime suspect.
On top of which, she knows our good detective, doesn't she?
Making it all that more probable that she was the one who faked that dying message.


Edgeworth:
So you're saying that she used the master key...

Master Key data jotted down in my Organizer.

Portsman:
Incredibly incriminating evidence, wouldn't you say?

Edgeworth:
That's what you claimed about the evidence earlier as well...

Portsman:
That was then, this is now. The flow of a good match always changes during a rally. It's all about your reflexes and reaction time, especially for an athlete like me!

Edgeworth:
(I wonder if there was anyone other than Ms. Byrde who could've used the master key? It seems the only way to get Mr. Portsman to give me more details is to Press him.)


Rebuttal
- - Reason for Suspicion - -

Portsman:
It's pretty obvious that Ms. Byrde snuck into your room using the master key.


Portsman:
Her intent? From the messed-up shelves to the wiped-down safe, I'd say thievery.



Portsman:
I mean, if Detective Gumshoe isn't the one who opened the door...


Portsman:
...then that leaves only Ms. Byrde as our prime suspect.


Portsman:
On top of which, she knows our good detective, doesn't she?


Portsman:
Making it all that more probable that she was the one who faked that dying message.


Gumshoe:
Mr. Edgeworth! What are you waiting for! Hurry up and present some evidence!

Edgeworth:
I would love to... But first, we should listen a bit more, and digest what he is saying. (And Press him for more information.)


Edgeworth:
Do you wish to continue insisting that Ms. Byrde was set on stealing something?

Portsman:
Why not? It's the truth, after all. It was also by your logic that we came to the whole thievery conclusion anyway.

Edgeworth:
That may be, but you must also be aware of the fact that the safe is a secret safe. The existence of which is only privy to prosecutors...

Portsman:
Ah!

Edgeworth:
I find it a little hard to believe that a hidden safe was a part of her cunning plan.

Portsman:
B-But...! But she could have found it by accident while she was turning everything upside-down!

Edgeworth:
I highly doubt that. I'd say that the culprit knew exactly what they were looking for. After all, only the bookshelf and the safe were targeted.

Portsman:
Nnnnghaaaaah!

Gumshoe:
Yeah! Even I didn't know about that safe, pal! And that means there's no way Maggey could've known about it either!

Portsman:
Th-Then are you proposing that the killer is a prosecutor...?

Edgeworth:
Interesting conclusion. That's definitely looking more and more probable.

Portsman:
............

Edgeworth:
What's wrong, Prosecutor? Do you have a different suspect in mind now?

Portsman:
I... I... Curses! Why!? What made you--!?

Gumshoe:
Wh-What's with the angry face all of a sudden...?

Portsman:
It's... It's all my fault...!

Edgeworth:
What do you mean?

Portsman:
It's Jim... He knew… about the existence of the secret safes.

Edgeworth:
! What did you just say...!?

Portsman:
We were partners! Like inseparable conjoined twins! That's why I told him. I filled him in on the secret safes.

Gumshoe:
Then that means...

Portsman:
Yeah, I know. I had only just told him, too... Obviously, it was wrong of me to tell him... I still can't quite believe it, but the thief who broke into your room was probably Jim...

Edgeworth:
(Now he's claiming that the victim was the thief...?)

Portsman:
And... you were simply trying to stop him, weren't you? Ms. Maggey Byrde...

Byrde:
Excuse me?

Edgeworth: .........!

Portsman:
I mean, you ARE a security guard, right? That's your job.

Portsman:
But, killing is going a bit too far, even in your risky profession.

Gumshoe:
What the--!? You're still accusing Maggey of the murder!?

Portsman:
Yes and no. I mean, she had stumbled upon Jim, who had probably drawn his gun... I get it! It was self defense, wasn't it!?

Byrde:
N-No! I... I couldn't... I could never do something like that, not even as a security guard, sir!

Gumshoe:
Plus, even if he was the thief, he wouldn't have a key to this office!

Portsman:
Which is precisely why he had to steal it, wouldn't you say? It was Jim who stole the master key.

Byrde:
Aaah!

Portsman:
Pretty impossible for a supposedly "stolen" key to be here with us, unless well, unless you retrieved it from Jim after you killed him.

Edgeworth:
Mr. Portsman, are you honestly accusing your own partner of being a thief?

Portsman:
I don't want to admit it, but it's the only way for everything to make sense.

Edgeworth:
(Has he no honor!?)


Portsman:
Now then, I think we're done here. The investigation waits for no man. Would you people be so kind as to see yourselves out?

Gumshoe:
You can't kick us out! This is Mr. Edgeworth's office!

Portsman:
Ah, but I'm the one who's been assigned to this case. You are all suspects to varying degrees, and therefore, ineligible to run this show.

Edgeworth:
.........

Gumshoe:
Listen, pal! How many times do I have to say this!? Maggey CAN'T be the culprit!!

Edgeworth:
Detective Gumshoe! Calm yourself.

Gumshoe:
B-But, sir...

Edgeworth:
We have no choice but to accommodate his request... for now.

Portsman:
Ha ha! Thank you, Mr. Edgeworth. At least ONE of you understands. Now, then, if you could remove yourselves from my crime scene, I'd be most grateful.

Edgeworth:
Hmph. Mark my words, Mr. Portsman. We will meet again.

Portsman:
If that's a formal request from the legendary prosecutor himself, then I suppose so. Now don't disappoint me, you hear!?

To be continued.




March 14, 4:18 AM
Prosecutor's Building
12th Floor Hallway

Gumshoe:
What is with that prosecutor!? I can't believe how rude he was! It was… unbelievable!

Edgeworth:
Please maintain your professionalism, Detective.

Gumshoe:
I'm gonna find some real solid evidence proving Maggey's innocence! You'll see, sir!

Byrde:
But we've been kicked out of the crime scene, sir!

Gumshoe:
T-True... So then, what now!?

Byrde:
Looks like my life's fallen into yet another gigantic ditch.

Edgeworth:
Do not despair, Ms. Byrde. We can overcome this as well. There are many other places and things we should be looking into anyway.

Gumshoe:
Eh!? Really, sir!?

Edgeworth:
For example, this hallway. The lynchpin of his argument against Ms. Byrde is related to the master key. In that case, this hallway is the perfect place to look for more information... ...regarding the mystery surrounding my door.




Begin Investigation
Prosecutor's Building
12th Floor Hallway












Gumshoe:
So!? What did you find out!?

Edgeworth:
There's no need for such belligerent nostril flaring, Detective.

Forensics:
Sir! I have found only Mr. Portsman's and Mr. Faith's prints on this doorknob.

Edgeworth:
So only two people's prints were found on this, huh? That's pretty decisive...

Gumshoe:
Huh? I'm lost, sir.

Edgeworth:
Thinking logically, a certain other person's prints should be on this knob as well.
(Now then, whose prints should also be on this doorknob?)




Edgeworth:
(Hm? What have we here?)

Investigation Complete




Edgeworth:
Poking around in this hallway has actually paid off quite handsomely.

Gumshoe:
Huh...? H-How so, sir!?

Edgeworth:
In a variety of different ways... I think it's time we had a little chat... ...with the real culprit of this case.

Byrde:
Y-You know who the real killer is!? Wow, Mr. Edgeworth!!

Edgeworth:
As long as my logic is sound, then yes... The mastermind behind this murder is none other than Mr. Portsman.

Byrde:
Whaaaaaaaaaat!? Mr. Portsman!?

Gumshoe:
I knew it! That's exactly what my logic senses were telling me, too! I suspected it was him from the instant he accused Maggey of being the killer, sir!

Edgeworth:
(That is anything but logical.) Lady and gentleman. Prepare yourselves. Come what may, it's time to knock on Truth's Door.




March 14, 5:12 AM
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202

Forensics:
Mr. Portsman! I've finished processing the bloody letters, sir!

Portsman:
Alright! Let me take a gander at it! Pass it here! OK, looking good! You there! Take good care of this!

Gumshoe:
Gwwwwoooooooooooooooaaar!!!

Portsman:
Well, if it isn't Detective Gumshoe!

Gumshoe:
End of the line for you, Portsman. We've got you now!

Portsman:
Call off your dog, Mr. Edgeworth. Is this some kind of joke?

Edgeworth:
It's no joke. We know, Mr. Jacques Portsman, that you are the guilty party in this case.

Portsman:
...! You must be pretty upset, getting chased out of your own room. I'd be mad, too. So I guess you can stay... If you promise to stay out of our way.

Edgeworth:
You intend to hide your crime under the guise of a prosecutor doing his job? Hmph, I can see right through the unsightly, paper-thin mask you wear upon your cowl.

Portsman:
Ha ha. Who'd have ever thought it would come to this? Actually, come to think of it, your mentor was Manfred von Karma, right?

Edgeworth:
!

Portsman:
The legendary prosecutor who never lost a single case for 40 long years. But there was always this... incessant chatter about forged evidence with that guy.

Edgeworth:
............

Portsman:
Really teaches me that I've got to stay on the lookout for false accusations, you know?

Edgeworth:
Are you done trying to play mind games with me, because they won't work. The only thing you should be using that mouth of yours for now is explaining yourself. Although that, too, will only dig your hole deeper. Either way, your game is up.

Portsman:
Well, aren't we full of ourselves? Even though you have yet to prove anything.




Testimony
- - Mr. Portsman's Rebuttal - -

Portsman: I have no idea what sort of hair-brained idea you have in mind, but...
...there's a mountain of evidence that points away from me being the culprit.
Besides, how, may I ask, do you propose I unlocked your door and got in here?
Look, I feel bad doing this to you, but I've got work to do, so we're done here.

Edgeworth: Sorry, but we are not finished, yet.

Portsman: Boy you're stubborn. I suppose you're basing your accusations on something?

Edgeworth: (I'll show you what I'm basing my accusation on... with evidence.)


Rebuttal
- - Mr. Portsman's Logic - -

Portsman:
I have no idea what sort of hair-brained idea you have in mind, but...


Portsman:
...there's a mountain of evidence that points away from me being the culprit.


Portsman:
Besides, how, may I ask, do you propose I unlocked your door and got in here?



Portsman:
Look, I feel bad doing this to you, but I've got work to do, so we're done here.


Portsman:
So? Where's your proof? The saying, "Evidence is everything" isn't limited to just the courtroom, you know.

Edgeworth:
Hmph. You need not remind me. I'll show you all the evidence you want in time.












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