Guide To Finish Apollo Justice

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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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EPISODE 1
TURNABOUT TRUMP
-10101- Day 1: Trial Former
-10102- Day 1: Trial Latter
EPISODE 2
TURNABOUT CORNER
-20101- Day 1: Investigation
-20301- Day 3: Trial
EPISODE 3
TURNABOUT SERENADE
EPISODE 4
TURNABOUT SUCCESSION
-40701- 7 Years Ago: Trial Former
-40702- 7 Years Ago: Trial Latter
-40M01- MASON System
EPILOGUE
-E0101- Epilogue/Credits
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Episode 1
Turnabout Trump
Day 1: Trial Former -10101-
============================
Showdown time.
... You lose.
Auuuuuuuugh!
Eeeeeeeeeek!
...I seem to be in a bit

of trouble.
Something like that.
...Dead. Someone hit him.

Hard.
Me? Please. The cops should

be here any minute.
I'm in your hands...

Should it come to that.
---
April 20, 9:37 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 3
---
Apollo:
(Panicked... Palms sweaty...
I can admit it. I'm nervous.)
???:
Ah, good morning!
Apollo:
G-Good morning, sir!
Kristoph:
You look tense, Justice.
Wound up tight.
Apollo:
W-Wound up, sir? No!
I'm loose! I'm fine!
Kristoph:
That screeching noise... Is
that your voice? I suppose
it's to be expected...
Kristoph:
Your first trial, and it's
a homicide. I guess "Justice"
doesn't start small, eh?
Apollo:
I-I'm fine!
Apollo:
I got up at 5 AM to do my
"Chords of Steel" voice
workout! I'm fine!
Kristoph:
Ah, that explains it.
Kristoph:
I did detect a certain rasping
quality to your screech.
Apollo:
...*cough*
(I overdid it again...)
Kristoph:
As you know, your client today
is a good friend of mine.
Kristoph:
I wouldn't want to let him
down... if you get my drift.
Apollo:
Drift gotten, sir! I-I'm all
over that drift!
Kristoph:
As it happens, I dined with
him the night of the murder.
Kristoph:
We can't let this case fall
through.
Apollo:
Yes.
Yes! I'm fine, sir!
Kristoph:
One more thing.
Kristoph:
Don't say you're fine quite
so much.
Kristoph:
People might take you the
wrong way.
Apollo:
*gulp*
Kristoph:
I'll be preparing our case.
Kristoph:
You might want to introduce
yourself to the client.
Apollo:
My name is Apollo Justice.
Apollo:
If it isn't clear already,
I'm a new attorney.
Apollo:
And today is my first trial.
Apollo:
N-Not that I'm worried or
anything!
Apollo:
The defendant has been accused
of... murder.
Apollo:
My boss wants to help him out,
of course... and so do I!
Apollo:
I mean, there's no way he did
it. Not him! No way!
???:
...
Apollo:
Whoa!
???:
...
Apollo:
Good uh, morning!
???:
...
???:
Morning. It's all up to you
today.
Apollo:
(First trial: nervous.
Meeting him: cardiac arrest.)
???:
...
Apollo:
...
(I think I'm supposed to say
something... Uh... help?)
???:
So, you're...
Apollo:
Fine! I-I'm fine!
???:
Ah...
Mr. Fine, is it?
Apollo:
Uh.
???:
I did remember you having
an odd name.
Apollo:
(Well, we're off to a great
start.)
Apollo:
Um... Are you sure you're
OK, I mean, with me?
???:
...
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin is a top-notch
defense attorney.
Apollo:
And he's your friend!
So why...
???:
...
You'll see.
Apollo:
Uh?
???:
You can do it.
Be confident.
Apollo:
Um, I...
Apollo:
I'm really sorry this happened
to you. I mean...
Apollo:
I mean, I...
???:
It's time.
Shall we?
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir!
Apollo:
(... OK.
I need to focus.)
Apollo:
(First trial, here comes
Justice!)
---
April 20, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 2
---
---------
Evidence \
----------------------------
Attorney's Badge
Type: Other
One of my
possessions.
How long did I yearn for one
of these? Just putting it on
makes me feel... ready.
=Check -> Examine Back=
Apollo:
There's a number inscribed on
the back of the badge.
Apollo:
There are many numbers like
it, but this one is mine.
Proof that I'm an attorney.
Apollo:
To tell the truth, I get a
happy feeling inside just
looking at it.
----------------------------
Smith's Autopsy Report
Type: Reports
Received during the
preliminary hearing.
The time of death was around
2 AM, April 17. Death caused
by single blow to forehead.
=Check=
* Victim's Name
Shadi Smith (Age: ??), Male
* Estimated Time of Death

April 17
Between 1:45 AM and 2:15 AM.
* Cause of Death
Cerebral hemorrhaging resulting
from blunt trauma to forehead.
----------------------------
Crime Photo 1
Type: Photographs
Received during the
The sub-basement at the
Borscht Bowl Club. Touch
the Check Button for details.
----------------------------
---------
Profiles \
----------------------------
Kristoph Gavin
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Boss at Gavin Law Offices.
A first-rate defense attorney,
and my trusted mentor.
----------------------------
???
Age: ??
Gender: Male
My first client.
Just standing in front of this
guy makes me nervous...
----------------------------
Shadi Smith
Age: ??
Gender: Male
The victim in this case.
A traveler, only recently
back in-country.
----------------------------
Winston Payne
Age: 61
Gender: Male
The prosecuting attorney.
For all his experience, he
lacks a certain presence...
----------------------------
Judge:
The court is now in session.
Payne:
The prosecution is ready,
Your Honor.
Apollo:
Uh, the defense is, uh, fine!
I mean ready, Your Honor!
Apollo:
(Mind going blank... Don't
panic... Ack, too late!)
Judge:
Your name was... Mr. Justice?
Judge:
And this is your first trial?
Apollo:
Y-Yes, Your Honor!
But I'm fine! Really!
Judge:
Are you quite sure? Your
voice sounds a bit strained.
Apollo:
...*cough*
Judge:
Ahem. Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
...Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
I was under the impression
that you would be heading
up this case...?
Kristoph:
That was my intention, yes.
Kristoph:
However...
Kristoph:
A defense attorney must always
cede to his client's wishes.
Kristoph:
And my client specifically
requested Mr. Justice.
Judge:
Well, of course he wants
justice!
Judge:
But to entrust his case to
this greenhorn... Why?
Judge:
I do not exaggerate when I say
that you're the best defense
attorney in town, Mr. Gavin.
Apollo:
(OK, so Gavin's got trial
experience, fine. But does
he have Chords of Steel!?)
Judge:
Then let's begin. The
defendant may enter the
courtroom.
???:
...
Judge:
This is truly an unfortunate
turn of events.
Judge:
I'm sorry we had to meet again
under these circumstances.
Judge:
Long time no see, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Let's put the past behind
us, shall we?
Phoenix:
These days, I'm merely
Phoenix Wright, piano player.
----------------------------
Phoenix Wright
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Pianist at the Borscht Bowl
Club. Formerly an ace defense
attorney of some renown.
----------------------------
Apollo:
(Mr. Wright... How could this
have happened?)
Judge:
I won't speak of it further
then.
Judge:
If the prosecution would be
so kind as to explain the
charges. Mr. Payne?
Payne:
To think, I saw you enter this
room a fresh attorney, and now
I'll see you leave in chains.
Phoenix:
Ah, Winston Payne. Subtle as
ever, I see.
Payne:
Ahem.
Payne:
The crime occurred at the
Borscht Bowl Club... a
Russian restaurant.
Payne:
The defendant, Phoenix Wright,
took the victim, a customer...
Payne:
...and he hit him! Wham! On
the head! Smack! Killed him
cold.
Judge:
Hmm... A customer at the
restaurant, you say?
Judge:
And the defendant,
you say he was...?
Payne:
The pianist for the club,
it seems.
Judge:
Phoenix Wright...
A pianist?
Payne:
This is the weapon that took
the victim's life. A bottle
of grape juice.
Payne:
Grape juice is apparently our
defendant's drink of choice.
Judge:
The court accepts the deadly
bottle as evidence.
** Deadly Bottle added to

the Court Record. **
----------------------------
Deadly Bottle
Type: Weapons
Submitted as evidence
by Prosecutor Payne
Grape juice bottle used as the
murder weapon. Bears the
defendant Mr. Wright's prints.
=Check -> Examine Label=
Apollo:
Grape juice... How long has
it been since I drank grape
juice?
Apollo:
Apparently, it's Mr. Wright's
favorite drink. I wonder how
well it goes with borscht?
=Check -> Examine Back or Bottom=
Apollo:
The bottle is completely
empty.
----------------------------
Kristoph:
Something to note, Jusice.
Kristoph:
All evidence is filed in the
Court Record.
Kristoph:
Make a practice of checking
it frequently.
Apollo:
The Court Record... Right!
I've heard of that!
Kristoph:
Use the Court Record Button to
look at the evidence so far.
Kristoph:
I'm confident in your ability
to handle this.
Apollo:
(Right, the Court Record
Button. Sounds like it's time
for some hands-on action!)
Judge:
So, the victim was a customer
at this restaurant.
Judge:
But just who was this, erm,
"Shadi Smith" fellow?
Payne:
We believe he was a traveler,
Your Honor.
Judge:
A... traveler?
Payne:
According to his passport, he
had been out of the country
for a number of years.
Payne:
He had only returned to this
country recently, though his
place of residence is unclear.
Judge:
And he had some sort of
connection with the defendant?
Payne:
...That, too, is unclear at
present, Your Honor.
Payne:
We believe they first met at
the Borscht Bowl Club on the
night of the crime.
Judge:
If they had only just met,
then why murder?
Judge:
Perhaps the victim slighted
the defendant's piano playing?
Payne:
That doesn't appear to have
been the case.
Payne:
No, the motive had nothing to
do with the defendant's lack
of playing skill.
Payne:
At least not piano playing.
I'll let this photo explain
what I mean.
Payne:
As we can see, a game of poker
was in progress at the scene
of the crime.
Judge:
Wait a second!
Judge:
Isn't poker gambling?
Judge:
That's a crime in and of
itself!
Payne:
Indeed.
It appears our defendant...
Payne:
...has fallen to become the
basest sort of criminal!
Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*
Kristoph:
It is true that the defendant
was engaged in a game of poker
with the victim.
Kristoph:
Yet it was only that: a game,
in the purest sense.
A competition, Your Honor.
Payne:
A... competition?
Kristoph:
Yes, a test of wits, a silent
clash of passions...
Kristoph:
Only the cards, their backs
wreathed in blue flame, know
its final outcome.
Judge:
...
Er, come again?
Payne:
The cards on the table had
blue backs, Your Honor.
Payne:
I believe the defense was
waxing poetic in an attempt to
mystify those present...
Payne:
...and impress women.
Judge:
That will be our first order
of business here then:
Judge:
To find out more about this
fatal game of cards.
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
Very well, Defendant.
Judge:
You will testify to the court
about the poker competition
held the night of the crime.
Phoenix:
...My pleasure.
Apollo:
(This is it, my first trial!
Here goes nothing!)
** Witness Testimony **
-- The Competition --
Phoenix:
I am a pianist by trade... yet
I can hardly play at all.
Phoenix:
My real job is to take on
interested customers over
at the poker table.
Phoenix:
The room where we play and the
competition in there are the
club's main attractions.
Phoenix:
The rules are simple: we play
a game of poker using two
decks of cards.
Phoenix:
That's all it is... a game.
And our customers are happy.
Judge:
...Hmm.
Judge:
A pianist who can't play
piano?
Payne:
Better than a defense attorney
who can't defend.
Judge:
...
Judge:
Very well. The defense may
begin the cross-examination.
Apollo:
R-Right, Your Honor!
Apollo:
(My first cross-examination!
Don't blow it!)
Kristoph:
Are you alright?
You're sweating bullets.
Apollo:
Bullets...!? Where!?
Kristoph:
It's a figure of speech,
Justice. Your voice sounds
strained and raspy, too.
Apollo:
My brain feels strained and
raspy, sir.
Kristoph:
You've watched me perform
cross-examinations many
times.
Kristoph:
Though you've never done one
yourself, have you? Care for
a refresher?
Apollo:
(What to do? Should I ask
Mr. Gavin for a refresher
course in cross-examination?)
[ Refresher course, please! ]
Apollo:
(Better safe than sorry,
especially this early in
the game!)
Apollo:
Yes, teach me!
I know nothing!
Kristoph:
Indeed. Your job, Justice, is
to be mindful of the Court
Record and the testimony.
Kristoph:
Look for inconsistencies in
the testimony with what the
Court Record tells you.
Kristoph:
When you've found an
inconsistency...
Kristoph:
That's when you present the
conflicting evidence from the
Court Record!
Apollo:
But I didn't hear anything
strange at all in the
testimony just now...
Kristoph:
A good sign that you need to
press the witness for more
information.
Apollo:
Press... him?
Kristoph:
Don't let the fact that he's
a remarkable man hold you
back. Get more information!
Apollo:
(Uh... But isn't Mr. Wright
my client?)
Kristoph:
Well? Think you can do it?
Apollo:
Yes! Thank you, sir!
Apollo:
I think I can do it!
Kristoph:
I think you'd better, or we're
going to have a problem.
Kristoph:
Just remember...
[ No thanks ]
Apollo:
No need for help here, sir!
I think I've got this one
covered!
Kristoph:
I think you'd better do more
than think. You know it, or
you do not.
Apollo:
(I'm fine! The Chords of Steel
are ready for battle!)
Apollo:
(My weapons: press and
present...)
Kristoph:
Find any inconsistencies, any
lies in the testimony, and
reveal them to the court.
Kristoph:
That is cross-examination.
Learn it. Know it. Do it.
Apollo:
("Inconsistencies"? "Lies"?
Phoenix Wright...?)
Apollo:
(As if! Phoenix Wright would
never lie, and it's up to
me to prove it.)
Judge:
The defense may begin the
cross-examination.
** Cross-Examination **
-- The Competition --
((Present Wrong, v.1))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
This evidence clearly reveals
a contradiction in that
statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the
evidence and the statement
just now related?
Apollo:
They aren't, are they...?
Judge:
Not at all.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, please think
the facts over before
making accusations.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me
any points with the judge...)
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Your Honor! That statement
contradicts the evidence!
Judge:
...?
Judge:
It does? I don't see
anything contradictory...
Apollo:
...Um... You sure about that?
Judge:
Objection overruled.
Judge:
Try to think before you make
accusations, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
(Ack!
That didn't go so well.)
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Your Honor! What do you think
about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure
I follow you.
Apollo:
It clearly, er, contradicts
the... um... I thought...
Judge:
...You don't sound very
sure, Mr. Justice.
Judge:
Apollo:
((Life Bar Depleted))
Judge:
That's enough!
Judge:
I see no need to further
prolong this trial.
Judge:
The defense's case is
insufficient to overturn
the prosecution's claims!
Judge:
This court finds the
defendant, Phoenix Wright...
G-u-i-l-t-y
Judge:
The defendant will surrender
himself to the court's care...
Judge:
...to undergo a regular trial
at the High Court within a
month's time.
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
Phoenix:
I am a pianist by trade... yet
I can hardly play at all.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You can hardly play...?
Phoenix:
Oh, I play sometimes. When
customers demand it.
Phoenix:
So I play them one song.
That's usually all they want.
Apollo:
(Was that supposed to be a
boast just now...)
Phoenix:
The title of "pianist" is a
mask -- a respectable face I
wear for the world at large.
Judge:
Then why are you really
at the Borscht Bowl Club?
Phoenix:
My real job is to take on
interested customers over
at the poker table.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
They pay you just to play
poker?
Phoenix:
That would seem to be the
case. I am a professional,
after all.
Payne:
Bah! Do I detect pride in that
statement?
Payne:
It's just hard for an honest,
hard-working member of society
like me to imagine...
Phoenix:
Yes. Your imagination was
always a bit limited, Winston.
Payne:
Wh-What!?
Phoenix:
I've played poker for seven
years in that little room.
Phoenix:
And I've never.
Lost.
Once.
Apollo:
Wha--?
Phoenix:
You see why the customers
come now?
Phoenix:
"Defeat the undefeated
poker champion"...
Phoenix:
It's quite a draw.
Phoenix:
That is, I'm quite a draw.
Apollo:
Wait, you've never lost once?
Not even one time!?
Phoenix:
As I said, I'm a professional.
Apollo:
(He's played poker for seven
years and not lost once...)
Apollo:
(Is that even possible!?)
Phoenix:
The room where we play and the
competition in there are the
club's main attractions.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
The room in the crime scene
photo... is an attraction?
Phoenix:
It has quite a history,
actually.
Phoenix:
The Borscht Bowl Club used to
be a gathering spot for black
market types back in the day.
Apollo:
B-Black market?
Phoenix:
All in the past. Things like
the black market are only
on the silver screen nowadays.
Phoenix:
Suffice it to say that there
were a lot of deals being
made under the table.
Phoenix:
Right there in that room.
Judge:
A smoky room, gambling hoods.
You know...
Judge:
Just looking at this picture
makes me feel "bad"!
Phoenix:
The bosses gather around the
table, cutting deals, safe
from the eyes of the law...
Phoenix:
Meanwhile, a goon keeps watch
through the small window...
Phoenix:
I can practically picture it
now.
Apollo:
(That window does look like it
would be good for keeping a
look-out but little else.)
Phoenix:
The room had a few other
tricks to it...
Phoenix:
Though it was common knowledge
to our regulars.
Phoenix:
At any rate, they come to play
poker in a room steeped in
history.
Phoenix:
Despite the dark past, it was
all just good, clean fun.
Phoenix:
The rules are simple: we play
a game of poker using two
decks of cards.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Two decks of cards?
Phoenix:
A simple measure to prevent
cheating.
Phoenix:
If you alternate two decks,
no one can slip in cards.
Judge:
There's something else I
noticed...
Judge:
In addition to the cards on
the table, there are some
lying scattered on the floor.
Kristoph:
Precisely. Cards on the table,
cards upon the floor...
Kristoph:
Each one forming a complete
deck.
Kristoph:
A crime scene painted blue
by a sad sweep of cards...
Kristoph:
It's poetic, really.
Phoenix:
Incidentally, we used two
types of cards at the club.
Phoenix:
One deck of cards was red.
The other blue.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
As I recall, in poker you
make five-card "hands".
Judge:
I can see how it would be
easy to cheat.
Phoenix:
Heh...
Yes. A game of "hands".
Apollo:
...?
Phoenix:
That's all it is... a game.
And our customers are happy.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So, you claim you weren't
gambling?
Phoenix:
That's right. It was simply
a game.
Apollo:
You didn't bet any money?
Not even a little?
Phoenix:
The only thing at stake in
our game... was pride itself.
Judge:
Ho ho!
Well put, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
I've got a mind to play a hand
of poker myself...
Judge:
The stakes: your fate!
Apollo:
(Um... Can we get back to the
trial now?)
Apollo:
(I can't imagine Mr. Wright
lying in a testimony...)
Kristoph:
Isn't it a little early to be
jumping to conclusions?
Kristoph:
This is your first
cross-examination.
Take it slow.
Kristoph:
If you need more information,
don't forget to press.
Apollo:
R-Right! I got it! I'm fine!
(Time to listen to that
testimony again.)
((Pressed 2, 3, and 4))
Judge:
This competition you're
talking about...
Judge:
I believe the court
understands the nature
of the game sufficiently.
Apollo:
Th-That's right!
Apollo:
It was a simple game, after
all!
Judge:
Are you sure?
Apollo:
Huh?
Judge:
People are not murdered over
"simple games", Mr. Justice.
Judge:
Defendant. You were in the
room the very moment that
the crime occurred...
Judge:
Yet you claim no connection
to the crime?
Phoenix:
...
Now that's strange.
Judge:
What's strange?
Phoenix:
I was testifying about the
competition that night.
Phoenix:
Asking me about the crime at
this point is against the
rules, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
Of course, I expected to hear
a cry of "Objection!" from
the defense...
Apollo:
Ack!
Apollo
(Argh! I completely let that
one slip by!)
Kristoph:
Don't despair yet, Justice.
Apollo:
S-Sir?
Kristoph:
Wright. There's something I'd
like made clear.
Kristoph:
Namely, your connection to the
case at hand. And I'd like to
hear it from you.
Phoenix:
...
Sure, why not?
Judge:
Very well. The defendant
will amend his testimony.
Apollo:
(Just one little press...)
Apollo:
(...and I've got myself a
whole new testimony!)
Phoenix:
I plead silence regarding the
murder. But I will say I never
touched the murder weapon.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
S-Silence?
Phoenix:
The defendant has the right
to refuse to testify.
Phoenix:
...I haven't forgotten
everything about the law.
Apollo:
But why? That clearly puts you
at a disadvantage...
Phoenix:
And it's your job to turn
that around in our favor, yes?
Apollo:
(Great. Like I didn't have
enough to do already...)
Kristoph:
Justice. Didn't you detect
anything odd about that
testimony?
Apollo:
Huh...?
Apollo:
(Wait...
Something he said did ring
a little strangely.)
Apollo:
(Just one thing... Now what
was it!?)
Kristoph:
When you figure it out, I'd
suggest presenting evidence.
Kristoph:
Evidence that contradicts
the testimony.
Apollo:
(A contradiction in
Mr. Wright's testimony?
But why!?)
Apollo:
(I'd better check the
Court Record.)
((Present Deadly Bottle))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
So you say you didn't touch
the murder weapon... this
grape juice bottle?
Apollo:
...Right?
Phoenix:
So I said.
Apollo:
...
Judge:
Something the matter,
Mr. Justice?
Payne:
Hee hee hee...
Payne:
Too bad our new defense
attorney never learned how
to play dumb!
Judge:
What's this, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
I examined the bottle in
question, you see.
Payne:
And it was covered with the
defendant's fingerprints!
Apollo:
O b j e c t i o n!
Judge:
No need to shout, Mr. Justice!
I can hear you just fine!
Apollo:
Aha ha ha...
Kristoph:
Excess yelling can damage the
judge's ears... and our case.
Apollo:
(B-But what about my Chords
of Steel...?)
Apollo:
Any...
Anyway!
Apollo:
What's so strange about
fingerprints on a bottle
in a restaurant?
Judge:
Well, that's true. The prints
alone don't prove he did it--
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
Oh, they wouldn't prove a
thing... if they were normal
fingerprints!
Apollo:
...Huh!?
Payne:
But the fingerprints on the
murder weapon were upside-
down!
Judge:
"Upside-down"? What does that
mean?
Payne:
It means he was holding the
bottle inverted! And there can
be only one reason for that!
Payne:
...Yes. To brain someone
with the bottle!
Apollo:
Auuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!
----------------------------
Deadly Bottle
Type: Weapons
by Prosecutor Payne
Grape juice bottle used as the
murder weapon. Mr. Wright's
prints on it are upside-down.
----------------------------
Apollo:
M-Mr. Gavin! I think things
just took a turn for the
worse!
Kristoph:
...Oh? I see no problem,
Justice.
Apollo:
Huh?
Kristoph:
The only thing that matters
is the truth.
Kristoph:
There's a good reason for
everything. You'll see.
Judge:
Defendant! Can you explain
your fingerprints on this
bottle to the court!?
Phoenix:
...
Phoenix:
I stand by my plea of silence
regarding the murder.
Phoenix:
...For now.
Judge:
Hmm... Not very cooperative,
are you?
Judge:
This could hurt your case.
Payne:
I'm sure he's uncooperative
because he's hiding something!
There must be some reason...
Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*
Kristoph:
...Your Honor. You seem to
have forgotten something.
Judge:
And what might that be,
Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
On the night of the crime,
who was it who reported the
murder to the police?
Judge:
Reported...?
Payne:
Well, that was the defendant,
Mr. Wright. But still, that...
Judge:
R-Really!?
Payne:
Erm, yes, well. According to
the case file...
Payne:
The murder was reported from
near the scene, by a call from
the defendant's cell phone.
Apollo:
"Near" the scene...?
Payne:
Let's take a look at a diagram
of the murder scene, shall we?
Payne:
The victim was murdered in a
small room in a basement two
floors down from ground level.
Payne:
Of course, cell phones can't
get reception so far down.
Payne:
The defendant used the stairs
in this hallway to go above
ground...
Payne:
The call came from the first
floor of the restaurant.
Judge:
I see... And this is the phone
that made the call?
** Wright's Cell Phone added

to the Court Record. **
----------------------------
Wright's Cell Phone
Type: Other
during the trial.
Used by the defendant to
notify the police from the
restaurant's first floor.
=Check -> Examine Tape=
Apollo:
Wow. The batteries are held
in with a piece of tape...
Apollo:
He should just buy a new one.
Maybe he can't afford it...
or he just doesn't care.
----------------------------
Kristoph:
The defendant could have just
fled the scene of the crime
if he so chose.
Kristoph:
Yet, he fulfilled his duty
as a citizen and reported it
to the authorities.
Kristoph:
And you claim he is being
"uncooperative"...?
Payne:
Urk.
Apollo:
(Nice save, Mr. Gavin! I'd
better not waste this!)
Kristoph:
...I think the prosecution
has toyed with our client
enough for the time being.
Payne:
T-Toyed? I assure you, no
one is more serious about...
Kristoph:
What was it you said?
Kristoph:
The defendant was "in the
room the very moment that
the crime occurred".
Kristoph:
How can you possibly know
this?
Judge:
That's a good question!
How indeed!
Kristoph:
The answer is simple, Your
Honor. The prosecution has a
decisive witness.
Payne:
Hee hee hee. You're as good
as they say you are.
Apollo:
(So someone else was in the
room the night of the crime!)
Apollo:
(That must mean they witnessed
the crime...)
Kristoph:
Everything up till now has
been a warm-up, Justice.
Kristoph:
Are you ready?
Judge:
Very well. The prosecution
may call its first witness
to the stand!
Payne:
The witness will state her
name and profession.
Judge:
H-Hold on just a moment!
Judge:
Where's the witness?
Payne:
I surmise that she has been
frightened by the defense's
demonic-looking horns.
Apollo:
(So I used a little hair
gel! Relax, people!)
Judge:
Have no fear! If any horns
point in your direction this
court will cut them off.
???:
...
You... are sure?
Judge:
I swear it on my gavel!
Please, come out.
Apollo:
Isn't violence against hair
a crime, Your Honor?
???:
Well, if you are sure it is
OK...
Judge:
Ahem. Now, the prosecution...
Judge:
W-W-Wait a minute!
Judge:
Would the prosecution care
to explain the witness's...
erm... paraphernalia?
Payne:
Er... yes.
Payne:
She is a professional, Your
Honor. Those are merely the
tools of her trade.
Judge:
And that would be...?
Olga:
My name... is Olga Orly.
Olga:
I am employed as waitress in
Borscht Bowl Club restaurant.
----------------------------
Olga Orly
Age: 21
Gender: Female
The witness in this case.
A Russian waitress at the
Borscht Bowl Club.
----------------------------
Judge:
Then... why the camera?
Olga:
Of course, it is my pride
to serve borscht that is
naming restaurant.
Olga:
But I also perform -- how it
is said? Other service.
Judge:
I take it one of these other
services is taking the
customers' pictures?
Olga:
Dah, dah.
Like, for example...
this one.
Judge:
Th-That's...
the defendant!?
Payne:
Indeed.
On the night of the murder.
Olga:
Man in white hat...
is one who has gone kaput.
Judge:
Indeed...
That is the victim.
Judge:
Order! Order!
Judge:
This is quite a piece of
evidence to casually drop
into our laps!
Olga:
It is same way as I drop cold
bowls of borscht on laps of
customers... casually.
Judge:
Hmm...
Then the court will casually
accept this new evidence.
** Olga's Photo added to

the Court Record **
----------------------------
Olga's Photo
Type: Photographs
by Olga Orly.
The defendant & Mr. Smith at
the Borscht Bowl Club. Touch
----------------------------
Payne:
Now, witness. Where were you
at the time of the murder?
Olga:
I was in room.
The Hydeout, we call it.
Apollo:
Excuse me? The Hydeout?
Olga:
It is room where famous
gangster "Badgai" was
arrested.
Olga:
Is room where murder took
place.
Apollo:
Whaaaaat!?
Olga:
Your look of utter surprise...
It is lovely.
Olga:
I will post by courtroom door
later for you!
Olga:
Dah, dah, photos will be
numbered, and you will write
which ones you want copy of.
Apollo:
(So there were three people
in the room at the time of
the crime...)
Apollo:
(The victim, Shadi Smith,
Mr. Wright,
and...)
Apollo:
(...Olga Orly, our witness!)
Apollo:
(...And if Mr. Wright isn't
the killer, that means...!)
Judge:
Very well, Witness!
Judge:
about that night's events!
-- That Fateful Night --
Olga:
That night, customer asked
me to deal cards for game.
Olga:
It was cold... Both players
played with hats on, dah.
Olga:
The victim, he plays
whole time with his hand on
locket at his neck.
Olga:
Then, last hand is done!
But something terrible has
happened, dah!
Olga:
That man flew at victim, and
is strangling him to death!
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
Incidentally, who won the
game?
Payne:
Isn't it obvious?
The winner was the victim...
Mr. Smith!
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
That's ridiculous!
Um, because...
Apollo:
Because Mr. Wright can't lose!
Kristoph:
Ahem. Justice?
Kristoph:
Maybe you can come up with
a more legitimate objection?
Apollo:
But!
He hadn't lost in seven years!
Payne:
Take it from me kid.
It happens.
Payne:
I didn't lose a case my first
seven years as prosecutor,
either.
Payne:
Incidentally.
I have some evidence here.
Payne:
These are the poker chips as
they lay the very moment of
the crime.
Payne:
The hand and chips on this
side belong to the defendant,
Mr. Wright.
Payne:
Those on the far side belonged
to the victim, Mr. Smith.
Judge:
Chips... you say?
Payne:
Dah. I mean yes! Imagine that
poker is war...
Payne:
Your hand is your army, and
the chips are the spoils.
Judge:
I-I know that. After all, in
my youth I was known as...
Judge:
...the "Poker Head of
Courtroom No. 3"!
Apollo:
(I think he means "poker
face"...)
Judge:
Hmm...
Looking at this picture...
Judge:
...it does seem that most of
the chips are on the victim's
side of the table.
** Chip Photo added to

----------------------------
Chip Photo
Type: Photographs
by Prosecutor Payne
Defendant & victim's chips
when crime took place. Touch
----------------------------
Judge:
cross-examine the witness.
Olga:
That night, customer asked
me to deal cards for game.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You were dealing cards...
Do you do this often?
Olga:
Dah, I am doing this.
Olga:
If customer wishes it, I
serve anything. Borscht,
cards, more borscht...
Olga:
It is my work.
Judge:
It's good to hear of a
place that hasn't forgotten
the meaning of service!
Olga:
Welcome you to Borscht Bowl
Club, where borscht is as
warm as the waitresses!
Apollo:
Thank you for NOT handing
out flyers during the cross-
examination.
Olga:
It was cold... Both players
played with hats on, dah.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
It's already April. How could
it be cold?
Olga:
At Borscht Bowl Club we have
pride on authentic rustic
Russian restaurant theme.
Olga:
Outside it is city in Spring,
but inside it is always as
cold as Mother Russia!
Apollo:
(No way am I going there.)
Olga:
When it comes to hot borscht,
cold is best seasoning, dah?
Olga:
The victim, he plays
whole time with his hand on
locket at his neck.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
His "locket"...?
Olga:
I believe it was good-luck
charm, dah?
Olga:
He gripped it many times as
he played that night.
Judge:
Yes, he must have felt as
though it might carry him to
the moon and the stars!
Judge:
Though if it were small enough
to fit around his neck, it
wouldn't have much lift...
Apollo:
Um... The defense would like
a clarification: this is a
locket we're talking about?
Apollo:
I mean, a pendant with a
picture in it, right?
Not a "rocket"?
Judge:
Of course! I knew that!
Judge:
It was probably a pendant
shaped like a rocket. That's
why she called it that.
Apollo:
No, a locket's a locket! It
doesn't matter what shape
it is
Kristoph:
It's considered bad form to
poke fun at the hard-of-
hearing in our society.
Apollo:
(Hard of hearing, or hard of
understanding?)
Payne:
So, what happened next?
Olga:
Then, last hand is done!
But something terrible has
happened, dah!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Something terrible!?!?
Olga:
Eeeeeeeeeeeek!
Judge:
The defense will refrain from
needless shouting!
Apollo:
Er, sorry. (I need to
seriously reconsider this
vocal training thing...)
Payne:
Now, Ms. Orly, can you
tell us what happened?
Olga:
Oh, I was so frightened!
Dah, I trembled with fear!
Olga:
That man flew at victim, and
is strangling him to death!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
But the defendant would never
do such a thing!
Olga:
Eeeeeeeek!
Judge:
Well now, I can't say I've
ever heard the defense try
this tactic.
Kristoph:
If possible...
Please...
Refrain from embarrassing me.
Judge:
Still... Why would anyone do
something like this over a
game of poker?
Olga:
Perhaps it is because
defendant has lost game?
Payne:
Yes! A crushing defeat for
a man undefeated!
Payne:
So it always is with men like
him. Winners make sore losers.
Oh, how the mighty fall!
((Present Smith's Autopsy Report))
Apollo:
Oh really? "Strangled", you
say? That's odd.
Olga:
Dah, normal customers only
choke on borscht.
Apollo:
No, I mean this report shows
that the victim died of a blow
to the head!
Olga:
Aaack!
Apollo:
Ms. Orly!
Really now...
Did you witness the crime!?
Olga:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
Looking at the picture, it
doesn't seem like he was hit.
Judge:
He's still wearing his hat
and everything.
Payne:
Yet, it is a fact that he
was hit, Your Honor.
Payne:
Here's a photo we took of
the victim with his hat off
during our investigation.
Judge:
Well, that's quite
shocking, isn't it?
Judge:
This head certainly was hit.
** Crime Photo 2 added to

the Court Record **
----------------------------
Crime Photo 2
Type: Photographs
by Prosecutor Payne.
Photo of forehead. Hat removed
during investigation. Touch
----------------------------
Olga:
B-But...!
I have seen it happen!
Olga:
The defendant, he lunge at
victim, his neck...
Apollo:
(Oh really, Ms. Orly? I think
I've caught you in your own
lie this time!)
Kristoph:
...Justice.
Kristoph:
I admire your enthusiasm, but
perhaps you should think this
through once more.
Apollo:
Wh-
What do you mean?
I found a contradiction!
Kristoph:
There's one thing in her
testimony that... troubles me.
Judge:
Very well.
Judge:
It seems we should continue
the cross-examination.
Apollo:
(There's such a thing as
thinking too much...)
Apollo:
(This horse is dead, let's
stop beating it!)
Kristoph:
There's such a thing as
thinking aloud too much, too.
Kristoph:
Go ahead. I believe you know
what it is you need to do.
Apollo:
Right, sir! Leave it to me!
Apollo:
(There were only three people
in the room at the time of
the murder.)
Apollo:
(The victim, Shadi Smith,
Mr. Wright, and...)
Apollo:
(And if Mr. Wright isn't
the killer...)
Apollo:
(I've got you now, Orly!)
((Present Crime Photo 2))
Apollo:
(You know, there was one
curious part in her testimony
just like Mr. Gavin said.)
Apollo:
(But what does it mean?)
Judge:
Mr. Justice, would you care
to explain what it is you're
thinking so intensely about?
Apollo:
Recall the testimony, Your
Honor...
Apollo:
The victim played with "his
hand on locket at his neck",
I believe she said?
Payne:
I hope you aren't about to
raise an objection to the
witness's grammar!
Apollo:
No, but look at this
photograph.
Apollo:
Do you see a locket on the
victim's neck?
Kristoph:
Well done, Justice.
I'm impressed.
Kristoph:
I knew you'd be able to
handle this.
Apollo:
B-But what does it mean?
Judge:
If we are to believe this
witness's testimony as-is...
Judge:
Then the locket "disappeared"
following the victim's death.
Apollo:
Lockets don't just
"disappear", Your Honor!
Kristoph:
It's quite simple when you
think about it.
Kristoph:
If the locket is gone, someone
must have taken it off, no?
Apollo:
Taken it off... Wait, you
dont mean...!
Kristoph:
The defendant wasn't
strangling the victim
at all.
Kristoph:
He was taking off his locket!
...Wouldn't that explain it?
Judge:
Ah...!
Payne:
Urk...?
Judge:
D-Defendant! What do you
have to say to this?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
...
Say.
Phoenix:
Yes?
Judge:
I just noticed this, but...
Judge:
You have something hanging
around your neck, don't you.
Phoenix:
Oh?
You mean this?
Phoenix:
Yes, it's a locket... with a
photograph inside.
Phoenix:
A photo... of my daughter.
Apollo:
C-Come again?
Judge:
Mr. Wright! You have a
daughter!?
Payne:
We confirmed it at the time
of the arrest.
Payne:
The picture in the locket is
indeed Mr. Wright's daughter.
Phoenix:
...
Apollo:
(So Mr. Wright has a locket,
too...?)
Apollo:
(Why don't I buy that this
is just a coincidence...?)
Judge:
Well now, if the results of
this poker game led to the
murder...
Judge:
Perhaps we should hear a bit
more about the outcome of
the game?
Payne:
Further testimony won't really
be necessary.
Payne:
It's clear the defendant lost.
Badly.
Olga:
...
Judge:
Ms. Orly!
Judge:
about the game played between
the victim and the defendant!
Olga:
D-Dah...
-- Serious Competition --
Olga:
The game began with 3,500
point in chips for each man.
Olga:
House chips come in two size:
small and large.
Olga:
The one who was winning...
dah, it was victim!
Olga:
For last hand, defendant
play with all chips on table
and lose.
Olga:
The moment loss was decided,
defendant grabs bottle
from table and...
Judge:
Indeed...
Looking at this picture...
Judge:
It does seem to be a
one-sided game.
Payne:
As the court knows, poker
was the defendant's life!
Payne:
Failure must have been a
bitter pill to swallow!
Judge:
Ah, how many times have I
heard these words:
Judge:
"I done it in a fit of anger,
Yer Honor, and now I regret
what I done".
Judge:
...A common tale, but true.
Apollo:
(Methinks the judge watches
too many old court movies.)
Apollo:
(Mr. Wright said he hasn't
lost in seven years, so this
testimony must be wrong!)
-- Serious Competition --
Olga:
The game began with 3,500
point in chips for each man.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Are those the usual starting
points? Were any special
rules used...?
Olga:
No, not special. Usual game,
usual rules.
Judge:
If each man began with 3,500
points, then the total would
be...
Judge:
Um...
Exactly six, no, 7,000 points!
Apollo:
(Please, this isn't calculus.
It's not even long division!)
Kristoph:
...
Olga:
House chips come in two size:
small and large.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Are the chips in this photo
all the chips that were used?
Olga:
Da...
Dah! Of course.
Apollo:
...?
Apollo:
(Something's fishy with
these chips. Should I
press harder?)
[ No need ]
Apollo:
(...Nah.)
Apollo:
(...It's her nature
to be jumpy and
suspicious-looking.)
[ Press harder ]
Apollo:
Maybe you could explain a bit
about these "chips"?
Olga:
E-Explain? What is there to
be explained?
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
Poker chips are poker chips.
Payne:
They're not fish and chips,
not a chip off the old block,
not a motorcycle cop, not a...
Apollo:
...Thanks.
Apollo:
(Now that I've pressed her I'd
better ask something...)
Apollo:
What are these chips worth?
Are they in dollars?
Or rubles, even?
Olga:
...Nyet.
As I have been saying before,
it was game, not gambling.
Olga:
Hard perhaps for capitalist
to understand.
Olga:
Two types of chip: 100 points
chip and 1,000 points chip.
Olga:
It is not money, dah.
Kristoph:
...Justice.
Apollo:
Sir!
Kristoph:
Don't you find her comment...
interesting?
Apollo:
In more ways than one, sir.
Kristoph:
I'd have it added to her
testimony, myself.
Judge:
Well? Does the defense want
the witness to add to her
testimony?
[ No need ]
Kristoph:
Very well...
It's your trial, after all.
Apollo:
(Way to fill me with
confidence...)
Judge:
Very well. The witness will
resume her testimony!
Olga:
Dah, Your Honor.
[ Add to testimony ]
Apollo:
Yes, I do think this deserves
further scrutiny.
Apollo:
Add it to the testimony!
(I wish I knew where I was
going with this...)
Judge:
Very well. Witness, if you
would be so kind?
Olga:
D-Dah, Your Honor.
((Testimony 2 changes))
Olga:
One kind of chip is worth
100 points, other kind is
worth 1,000. Two kinds in all.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
(Mr. Gavin said this testimony
is important!)
Apollo:
(...To be honest, I have no
idea why.)
Judge:
...Mr. Justice?
Judge:
Do the court a favor and think
of what you want to say before
raising your hand.
Judge:
We are not in kindergarten.
Apollo:
Ack! Sorry! I'm fine!
Apollo:
(I'd better think of something
to ask... and quick!)
Apollo:
Um...
The two types of chips...
Olga:
Dah...?
Apollo:
Um.
The small ones are 100, and
the big ones 1,000...
Apollo:
Uh? Right? Right. Of course.
Payne:
Hah!
Don't waste our time!
Apollo:
*sigh*
Apollo:
...
Judge:
Is that all?
Apollo:
Um... Yeah.
*gulp*
Apollo:
(Great. Mr. Gavin made me
stop her, and now I'm the one
who looks dumb.)
Kristoph:
Oh, Justice?
Kristoph:
Please try not to embarrass
me like that.
Apollo:
Huh? Who? Me!?
Kristoph:
There's a clear contradiction
in the information you have
in your hands.
Apollo:
(What...!?)
Kristoph:
It's a simple matter of
calculation. Go on, try it.
Kristoph:
We're not in kindergarten,
after all.
Apollo:
("Calculation"...?)
Olga:
The one who was winning...
dah, it was victim!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You're telling me that
Mr. Wright, undefeated for
seven whole years, was losing?
Olga:
Dah. It must have been most
unlucky day for him.
Olga:
I am glad I did not take
other picture of him. It would
break camera, certainly.
Olga:
The chips, they went always
to victim's side of table.
Payne:
So you're telling us it was a
one-sided game?
Olga:
Dah. One-sided, and...
Olga:
For last hand, defendant
play with all chips on table
and lose.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
"Last hand"?
Olga:
It was largest points
of any hand.
Olga:
The defendant's hand,
it was excellent.
Olga:
He try to use it to take
victory from behind.
Judge:
It appears that both the
defendant and the victim's
hands are in this picture.
Judge:
That is truly an excellent
hand. However, so is the
victim's...
Olga:
One with highest number wins,
so defendant loses.
Payne:
The victim, Mr. Smith,
had a stronger hand than
the defendant and crushed him.
Payne:
I believe that explains
what occurred next.
Olga:
Once cards laid down on table,
it happened...
Olga:
The moment loss was decided,
defendant grabs bottle
from table and...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
And...? What happened next!?
Olga:
...Even to think of it now,
I shake and tremble, dah!
Olga:
I did not believe such thing
would happen!
Apollo:
What "such thing"!?
Olga:
Please, you must believe!
I had no idea...
Olga:
How could such thing occur!?
Apollo:
What "such thing"!?
Olga:
...Ny-Nyet!
...Nyet, nyet, nyet!
Olga:
The defendant had been hitting
v-victim!!!
Olga:
Dah, I saw it all happen,
right before me...
Olga:
I saw bottle coming down on
victim's head!
Payne:
Decisive, isn't it, Your
Honor?
Payne:
My witness saw the very
moment of the crime!
Judge:
Hmm...
Kristoph:
Remember, your first goal is
to gather information!
Apollo:
Yes, sir!
Apollo:
(Look out contradiction,
here comes Justice!)
((Present Chip Photo))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
You're sure it was the
victim who won?
Apollo:
Absolutely sure?
Olga:
...!
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
It seems our new attorney is
a bit confused...
Payne:
A glance at the picture is
enough to tell you who won!
If you're not in kindergarten.
Judge:
Um... Just for safety's sake,
could you explain the problem
to the court?
Apollo:
Of course, Your Honor.
Apollo:
In this photo I see small
chips and I see large chips.
Apollo:
Tell me.. which were worth
1,000 points?
Payne:
Why, the big ones of course!
Duh!
Apollo:
Oh, I thought so too... but
then the totals don't add up.
Payne:
Th-The totals...?
Apollo:
Let's review what the witness
told us:
Apollo:
Each man started with 3,500
points in chips.
Apollo:
And the combined total value
of the chips was 7,000 points.
Judge:
Yes... if my calculations
are correct! Let's see, three
plus one, carry the five...
Apollo:
Um, they are, Your Honor.
Now!
Apollo:
Look at this photo that
allegedly shows all the chips.
Apollo:
If the big chips are worth
1,000 points, and the small
chips are worth 100...
Apollo:
And you add them up...
Payne:
How much is it!?
Apollo:
(Do it yourself... You aren't
in kindergarten, are you?)
Apollo:
...10,600 points.
The chips don't add up!
Apollo:
This clearly contradicts the
witness's testimony!
Payne:
B-But why!?
How could this be!?
Kristoph:
Exactly... Justice.
Kristoph:
Now that you know the "what",
you must determine the "why".
Apollo:
(Right... There's only one
possible way to explain this
contradiction!)
[ Starting points were wrong ]
Apollo:
This calculation makes the
answer clear!
Apollo:
If the total combined points
at the table was 10,600...
Apollo:
Then each man started the
night with 5,300 points!
Judge:
Five thousand three hundred...
Judge:
That's a rather half-baked
score at which to start a
game.
Kristoph:
Justice... Would different
starting points really
change anything?
Apollo:
Eh?
Judge:
It seems the defense's
objection was even more
half-baked than the score!
Apollo:
(Uh oh... Time to head
back into the kitchen!)
[ Chip count was wrong ]
Apollo:
The odd thing here is the
number of chips... Right,
Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
...Why are you asking me?
Apollo:
Uh...
Just in case?
Kristoph:
Justice... It's your case
I'm concerned about.
Kristoph:
If you're wondering about the
chips, just look at the
photograph. It's all there.
Kristoph:
Even our judge with his
failing eyesight could
count them.
Apollo:
(That's not the only thing
failing the judge.)
Judge:
...Let me ask you again.
[ Both were right ]
Apollo:
Each man began the game with
3,500 points.
Apollo:
If all the chips are indeed
shown in this photograph...
Apollo:
Then there can be only one
answer.
Judge:
Well, what is it?
Apollo:
The value of the chips...
was the other way around!
Payne:
Wh-What!?
Apollo:
Want to know what I think?
Apollo:
The small chips were worth
1,000 points, not the big
ones!
Payne:
Madness! Utter madness!
Judge:
Show me that photograph
of the chips again!
Judge:
...There are six small chips,
and ten large chips...
Judge:
Why, that does make 7,000
points when you add them up!
Kristoph:
Excellent work, Justice.
Kristoph:
It's almost as though you
figured it out by yourself.
Apollo:
Well... I'm just glad I was
the one who said it.
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
B-But wait!
Payne:
The value of the chips may
be different, but that changes
nothing!!!
Judge:
Indeed..
The victim did have the
larger number of chips still.
Judge:
...
Ah!
Apollo:
...Exactly.
Apollo:
If the small chips are 1,000
points, and the large chips
are 100...
Apollo:
Let's do a little math.
Add up the points for each
side of the table!
Payne:
Ah... Auuuuuuuuuuuuugh!
Judge:
The victim, Mr. Smith, had
2,900 points, and the
defendant had...
Judge:
4,100 points!
Apollo:
Well now...
Apollo:
It seems that Mr. Wright was
winning that night after all!
Payne:
That's... impossible!
Apollo:
My client had even less reason
to kill the victim!
Apollo:
After all...
he was winning!
Payne:
Yeeeaaaargh!
Apollo:
Now... Ms. Orly.
Apollo:
You must have known the
true value of the chips.
Apollo:
Since you were there at the
scene of the crime...
weren't you?
Orly:
Ah...
Eeeeeeeeeek!
Judge:
Order! Order!!!
Judge:
It appears our defendant
has lost his "motive".
Judge:
And Mr. Wright's supposed
defeat... never happened.
Payne:
Nnn... nunngk!
Judge:
We must now ask ourselves
whether we can trust the
witness's testimony at--
???:
*HOLD IT!*
Judge:
E-Excuse me? What is it,
Ms. Orly?
Olga:
I... I did not want to be
saying this, but...
Olga:
Actually, you see, erm...
Payne:
See what, Ms. Orly!? What
do we see!?
Olga:
In the last hand, there
was cheat!
Payne:
A ch-cheat?
You... You don't mean...
Payne:
...a trick!?
Judge:
Wait, or do you mean...
Judge:
..a scam!?
Apollo:
(They're all the same thing!)
Olga:
Yes, there was cheat in
last hand...
Olga:
That is why game ends
with chips as they are!
Apollo:
(Great... Just great...)
Apollo:
(First we have lying...
now cheating...)
Kristoph:
Well, this case certainly
has taken a turn...
Kristoph:
...for the interesting!
Judge:
Witness! You will please
testify to the court!
Judge:
Tell us about this cheating
in the final hand!
-- The Final Hand --
Olga:
The last hand... both men had
"full house".
Olga:
There is four of each card
in deck, from ace to king.
Olga:
If you look at both men's
hands, cheat is more obvious!
Olga:
The next moment, game
becomes argument, dah! The
defendant's trick was exposed!
Olga:
He took bottle in his
hand... Poor Mr. Smith!
Apollo:
Ms. Orly!
Apollo:
Why did you not tell the
court about this from the
very beginning!?
Olga:
...
Apollo:
(I thought I smelled a
cover-up here...)
Apollo:
(Well folks, it's time to
throw back the covers!)
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
A full house is a very
high-scoring hand.
Judge:
Not easy to make, in my
experience.
Payne:
That alone is enough to
suspect less-than-scrupulous
tactics.
Apollo:
Um... Mr. Gavin?
Apollo:
What's a full house?
Payne:
Lawyers these days... You
don't know your poker?
Judge:
I can't say this bodes well
for your case... or career.
Apollo:
(What is this, some kind of
secret court poker ring!?)
Kristoph:
...Justice.
Kristoph:
You know the terms "one pair",
"two pair", and "three of a
kind", yes?
Apollo:
Uh, yeah! No problem!
Apollo:
Two cards with the same number
makes a pair, and three makes
a three of a kind!
Kristoph:
Good. Now picture a hand with
one pair, and one three of a
kind.
Kristoph:
That's a full house.
Apollo:
(Hmm... That doesn't sound
very easy to make, does it.)
Payne:
You can see each player's
hand in this photo.
Apollo:
(Wow... They both have full
houses!)
Payne:
We forget, there's an easy way
to make a full house... and
go undefeated for seven years.
Payne:
You cheat.
Judge:
Ahem. The defense may
Apollo:
(If he did cheat in the last
hand, that still leaves one
important question...)
Apollo:
(Mr. Wright lost that hand.)
Apollo:
(Who's ever heard of a
professional con man
losing when they cheat!?)
-- The Final Hand --
Olga:
The last hand... both men had
"full house".
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Just how hard is it to make
a full house, anyway?
Olga:
It is quite hard, dah.
Olga:
It is making a pair and a
three of kind at same time!
Apollo:
...
Apollo:
I guess that's right.
Judge:
Very difficult, to be sure.
Judge:
You can take my word as the
"Poker Head of Courtroom
No. 3"!
Olga:
Very difficult, dah. But is
not impossible.
Apollo:
(OK. Full house: Hard.
This line of questioning: A
waste of time.)
Olga:
There is four of each card
in deck, from ace to king.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Four of each card, you say?
Olga:
Dah. There is one spade, one
diamond, one heart, and one
club for each card.
Olga:
It is interesting fact that
this number "four" comes from
number of seasons!
Apollo:
Huh, you don't say.
Judge:
Ah, and did you know that
the cards are numbered 1-13?
Judge:
Add all the cards in a deck
and you get 364... a year!
Apollo:
Huh, you don't say.
(Isn't that one day short?)
Payne:
That's why each deck has two
jokers.
Payne:
They say the second joker
stands for the leap year.
Payne:
Thus you have a perfect
representation of the year...
all in a deck of cards!
Apollo:
Huh, you don't say.
Apollo:
(We're going to be in this
courtroom for a year if it
keeps going like this!)
Olga:
If you look at both men's
hands, cheat is more obvious!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
How was it "clear"?
Olga:
Dah, well... the defendant...
Olga:
...he played a fifth ace!
Apollo:
A f-fifth ace!?
Olga:
I still remember both hands
very well.
Olga:
Mr. Smith's hand has three
aces...
Olga:
...and Mr. Wright's two.
Payne:
Obviously, cheating was afoot!
Or perhaps I should say...
a hand!
Kristoph:
Your Honor... perhaps this
can be added to the testimony?
Without Mr. Payne's joke.
Judge:
add this detail to her
testimony, please.
Olga:
aces, and Mr. Wright's two.
...It is five aces in all.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
A fifth ace...?
Olga:
Dah! It should not exist, no?
Olga:
I still remember both hands
very well.
Olga:
aces...
Olga:
...and Mr. Wright's two.
Judge:
Well, where did this card
come from then?
Payne:
...Perhaps we should ask the
defendant that very question!
Payne:
Adding cards to a deck is no
less serious a taboo than...
Payne:
Than forging evidence in a
court of law!
Apollo:
Nnnk...!
Kristoph:
Now... Perhaps it's time for
you to say something, Justice?
Apollo:
You bet! I've no intention of
staying quiet! Not me! No sir!
Apollo:
(...I'd better find some
contradicting evidence fast!)
Olga:
The next moment, game
becomes argument, dah! The
defendant's trick was exposed!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Do you recall what the men
were arguing about?
Olga:
Dah, I believe so...
Olga:
The victim, he shouts, "you
are cheater!" and then...
Olga:
...the defendant shouts
something like, "I have
objection!"
Payne:
Shouting objection, eh? Old
habits are hard to break!
Payne:
First he bluffed his way
through the courtroom, now he
bluffs his way through life!
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
However! Mr. Wright lost
the hand!
Apollo:
That seems to cast the
shadow of doubt on
Mr. Smith!
Olga:
Humiliation from losing
even when cheating...
Olga:
That is what set fire to
defendant's heart!
Judge:
So what did the flaming
defendant do next?
Olga:
He took bottle in his
hand... Poor Mr. Smith!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
By bottle, are you referring
to... this?
Olga:
...Dah. The defendant uses
this bottle to... to... *sob*
Payne:
This behavior is an
admission of cheating
by the defendant.
Judge:
Hmm... But why use a grape
juice bottle?
Payne:
You'd be surprised at what
can be used as a weapon.
Olga:
This juice is recommended
drink of Borscht Bowl Club,
dah.
Olga:
This year's vintage is
remarkable for its hefty
flavor.
Apollo:
(Hefty enough to brain a grown
man, apparently.)
Apollo:
(First she says it was a
serious competition, now she
says there was cheating...)
Kristoph:
Justice...
Notice anything odd?
Kristoph:
Her testimony keeps changing.
Now she says the defendant
cheated.
Apollo:
Actually, yes!
I had noticed that!
Kristoph:
Let's get the truth about this
"cheating" first, shall we?
Apollo:
Right! Leave it to me!
((Present Chip Photo))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
It appears the witness is
mistaken...
Olga:
Miss... Taken? But my name...
Apollo:
Look, this piece of evidence
clearly contradicts what you
said in your testimony!
Judge:
That's... the photo of the
chips, is it not?
Kristoph:
Justice.
Kristoph:
Perhaps you ought to explain
your point in a way that the
judge can comprehend...
Kristoph:
In other words, use your
finger to "point" out your
point!
Judge:
Yes... Please point out the
contradiction in this photo.
Judge:
What particular "point"
contradicts the witness's
testimony?
((Present Anywhere))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Why, it's here, of course!
Judge:
It's... where?
Kristoph:
Where is that you're pointing?
Apollo:
Where... Uhm...
Good question!
Judge:
We've already heard today on
the dangers of bluffing.
Apollo:
Er, sorry, Your Honor.
(I'd better rethink this.)
Judge:
I think you'd best point
out your point again.
((Present Victim's Cards))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Ms. Orly, in your testimony,
you made the following claim:
Apollo:
"Mr. Smith's hand has three
aces"...
Apollo:
But as you can clearly see,
the victim's hand only held
two aces!
Olga:
Eeeeeeeek!
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
Well...
Well maybe the witness was
simply confused!
Payne:
Perhaps it was the defendant's
hand that held the third ace
in question...
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Take another look at the
evidence!
Apollo:
As you can see, the defendant
also had two aces in his hand.
Apollo:
Where's this fifth ace?
Apollo:
I see cheating alright, and
it's going on right here in
this courtroom!
Judge:
Two aces in each player's hand
does make four aces total.
Judge:
Hardly proof of cheating...
Olga:
Wait! Please!
Olga:
It is true...
I have seen it!
The fifth ace!
Olga:
There was cheating,
I swear to you.
Apollo:
(That's odd...)
Apollo:
(She must be lying, yet she's
the most sincere I've seen
her all day.)
Kristoph:
You're right to trust your
instincts...
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Who knows what lies in store
for us in the trial ahead...
Kristoph:
Your Honor, if I may.
I have a suggestion...
Judge:
What might that be, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
If you don't mind...
Kristoph:
...perhaps we might examine
the actual cards?
Judge:
The cards...?
Kristoph:
Mr. Payne.
Payne:
Urk. Yes?
Kristoph:
The players' hands that night
were set aside as evidence,
were they not?
Kristoph:
The defense would like to
request that the cards be
shown to the court.
Judge:
Very well, the prosecution
will submit this evidence!
Judge:
Which will you examine?
Judge:
The victim's cards... or the
defendant's cards?
Apollo:
(If these cards don't prove
cheating was going on,
nothing will!)
Apollo:
(Now... which of these hands
is more suspicious?)
[ View defendant's hand ]
Apollo:
(Let's start with Mr. Wright's
hand.)
Apollo:
The defense would like to view
the defendant's hand.
Judge:
Very well.
Mr. Payne! Your evidence.
Payne:
Y-Yes, Your Honor!
** Received evidence:
Wright's Hand. **
----------------------------
Wright's Hand
Type: Evidence
during the trial.
Defendant Wright's hand.
Was left at the scene.
A full house.
----------------------------
Kristoph:
Well now...
Let's see what we have here.
Apollo:
Right... Right, sir!
Kristoph:
When examining evidence, be
sure to view it from all sides
and angles.
Kristoph:
Try using the dials on the
evidence viewer.
Kristoph:
That should give you a better
perspective on the case.
Apollo:
(OK...
Let's do this!)
=Examine Card Backs=
Apollo:
The card backs are red...
Apollo:
For some reason I thought that
they were using blue cards in
that final hand...
Apollo:
Didn't you, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Huh? Oh, hmm.
Which was it now...
Judge:
Well, has the defense found
anything they would like to
share with the court?
Apollo:
(Uh... Not unless you count
utter confusion.)
Kristoph:
Perhaps you'd best examine the
victim's cards next?
Kristoph:
Of course, you can always
give these cards another look.
Apollo:
(Well? Do I examine the other
hand of cards?)
[ Examine this hand again ]
Apollo:
(Maybe I missed something the
first time...)
Apollo
(Better check them again.)
[ Examine the other hand ]
Apollo
(Guess I'll examine the
victim's cards...)
Apollo:
Your Honor! The defense
requests time to examine
Mr. Smith's hand!
Judge:
Granted, but make it quick,
Mr. Justice.
Victim's Hand **
----------------------------
Victim's Hand
Type: Evidence
during the trial.
Victim Smith's hand.
Was left at the scene.
A full house.
----------------------------
Apollo:
(Don't worry, Justice is
always swift!)
=Examine Red Card Backs=
Apollo:
Apollo:
that final hand...
Apollo:
Kristoph:
Huh? Oh, hmm.
Which was it now...
=Examine Blue Card=
Apollo:
(Wh-What..!?)
[ View victim's hand ]
Apollo:
(It was the victim's hand that
"changed" over the course of
the witness's testimony...)
Apollo:
The defense requests time to
examine Mr. Smith's cards.
Judge:
Very well.
Mr. Payne, if you would...
Payne:
...Very well.
Victim's Hand. **
=Check -> Examine Red Card Backs=
Apollo:
The card backs are red..
Apollo:
For some reason I thought
they were using blue-backed
cards in the final hand...
=Check -> Examine Blue Card=
Apollo:
Only one of the cards has
a blue back...
Apollo:
I'm much more of a red guy
myself. Blue is so... not
red, you know?
Kristoph:
Well, time's a wasting.
Get to it, Justice.
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir!
Kristoph:
When examining evidence, be
sure to view it from all sides
and angles.
Kristoph:
Try using the dials on the
evidence viewer.
Kristoph:
That should give you a better
perspective on the case.
Apollo:
(OK...
Let's do this!)
=Examine Red Card Backs=
Apollo:
Apollo:
that final hand...
Apollo:
Kristoph:
Huh? Oh, hmm.
Which was it now...
=Examine Blue Card=
Apollo:
(Wh-What..!?)
Apollo:
Your Honor! Look at this!
One of the victim's cards...
Apollo:
The back is a different color!
Payne:
Eh...?
Ehhhhhh!?
Olga:
Th-That's impossible!
Olga:
But I put that card in
Wright's hand...
Olga:
Ack!
Kristoph:
...What was that, Ms. Orly?
Olga:
No... Ny-Nyet! Er, I merely
said, eh... Dah, I have, eek!
Kristoph:
Your Honor?
Judge:
M-Mr. Gavin, yes?
Kristoph:
Tell me, what is the easiest
way to cheat at poker?
Judge:
To... cheat?
Kristoph:
I'll tell you.
Kristoph:
One merely needs a friend, a
"comrade", shall we say...
Kristoph:
The dealer!
Judge:
Ah... Ah!
Apollo:
Wait, so you mean...
Apollo:
This witness... Ms. Orly...
Kristoph:
She's the cheater.
A professional, I'd wager.
Olga:
Nyeeeeeeaaaaargh!
Judge:
Order! Order!!!
Apollo:
(Focus, Justice! Time to take
advantage of her!
...I mean, of her mistake!)
Apollo:
Your Honor!
Apollo:
Please recall the testimony
we just heard!
Olga:
Olga:
But I put that card in
Wright's hand...
Apollo:
...Ergo!
Ms. Olga Orly conspired to
cheat, not with my client...
Apollo:
...but with the victim,
Mr. Shadi Smith!
Olga:
Ooooooogh!
Apollo:
Not only did she cheat, she
cheated poorly!
Apollo:
Therefore! It's not hard to
imagine an altercation
between her and the victim...
Payne:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
Wait, you don't mean...
Judge:
The defense isn't accusing
the witness, Ms. Olga Orly...
are you?
Apollo:
(Time for Justice!)
Apollo:
(There were three people in
the room at the time of the
incident.)
Apollo:
(And if Mr. Wright isn't
guilty, that means...)
Apollo:
...I am!
Apollo:
The defense accuses the
witness, Ms. Olga Orly,
of murder!
Olga:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Judge:
...Mr. Payne. Where is your
witness, Ms. Olga Orly?
Payne:
Erm, it appears she has lost,
eh, consciousness, Your Honor.
Judge:
Hmm...
Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Your Honor!
Judge:
It seems you've presented a
new possibility to the court.
Judge:
One suggesting a connection
between the witness and the
victim, Mr. Smith.
Apollo:
And that means...!?
Judge:
The court cannot pronounce a
verdict for the defendant at
this time!
Payne:
Nnk...!
What!?
Apollo:
(I did it!
I held out!)
Judge:
I see no point in prolonging
the trial this day.
Judge:
The prosecution will need to
make further inquiries...
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
M-Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
...You can't end the trial
here, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
Not yet.
Payne:
What nonsense is the defendant
spewing now!?
Phoenix:
Think. One of the cards had
a different colored back.
Phoenix:
Don't you wonder what it
means?
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
Wh-What are you doing,
Mr. Wright!?
Payne:
Raising objections right when
you're about to get off the
hook!? Ridiculous!
Judge:
Mr. Payne, you of all people
should know...
Judge:
Mr. Wright has a talent...
Judge:
for the ridiculous!
Judge:
Perhaps we should get to the
bottom of things.
Judge:
Let's clear up the facts about
the game that fateful night.
Phoenix:
As was said before...
Phoenix:
We alternated between two
decks of cards that night.
Payne:
That was said before!
Phoenix:
The two decks at the club
have different colored backs:
Blue... and red.
Phoenix:
One color per deck.
Apollo:
Why use different colored
backs?
Phoenix:
If we used the same color,
the two decks might get mixed.
Apollo:
(Um, you used different colors
and they STILL got mixed up.)
Phoenix:
We used the red deck for the
last game.
Judge:
Hmm... I see.
But... that's odd.
Judge:
For some reason...
I have this impression that
you were using the blue cards!
Apollo:
(Yeah, me too...)
Apollo:
(I'm sure someone said
something about blue
cards...)
Payne:
Whatever. In the end one card
of the wrong color got into
the mix...
Payne:
Which means there was
cheating.
Phoenix:
Yes, a card slipped into the
deck would seem to indicate
cheating...
Phoenix:
Yet... this card raises two
serious questions.
Phoenix:
...Apollo?
Apollo:
Y-Yes?
Phoenix:
Let's consider the first
question, shall we?
Phoenix:
Think. In the last game...
when was the card swapped?
Apollo:
("When...?)
Phoenix:
There are three broad
possibilities here.
Phoenix:
It could have been swapped
before the murder, during
the murder...
Phoenix:
or after the murder.
Payne:
Well, yeah! Thanks for the
news bulletin, Mr. Wright!
Payne:
Of course it was swapp--
Phoenix:
Oh?
Phoenix:
It might be as simple as you
think, Mr. Payne.
Or it might not be.
Payne:
Nnnk!
Phoenix:
I'd like to hear what Apollo
thinks first...
Phoenix:
When do you think the cards
were swapped?
Apollo:
(When was the card swapped
into the deck?)
[ Before the murder ]
Apollo:
Well, it must have happened
before the murder.
Judge:
You mean, during the game?
Phoenix:
I wonder...
Apollo:
Huh? Why?
Phoenix:
Think. When you're playing
poker...
Phoenix:
...which side of the cards
face your opponent?
Apollo:
Ack!
The back...
Judge:
Not something the "Poker Head
of Courtroom No. 3" would be
likely to miss!
Apollo:
Sorry, let me think about
this some more...
[ During the murder ]
Apollo:
Well... weren't they swapped
during the murder?
Judge:
"During" the murder?
Judge:
Tell me, exactly when is that?
Apollo:
Huh? Well, the very moment
of the act, I guess...
Phoenix:
Would that be the moment the
cards were shown?
Kristoph:
Or perhaps the moment when
the cheater was revealed?
Judge:
Or maybe the very moment
the bottle came down on
Mr. Smith's head?
Apollo:
...
Apollo:
Uh... could I have a moment?
Judge:
That "moment" could cost you
this case!
Apollo:
Sorry...
Let me rethink this.
[ After the murder ]
Apollo:
Perhaps it happened...
after the murder?
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
Wh-What's that? Ridiculous!
Payne:
What's the point of cheating
after the hands have been
shown? That's silly!
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Yes! But tell me...
Apollo:
How do you swap cards during
the game!? I'll take "silly"
over "impossible".
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
Take it from me, son. There's
a lot of silly in this world,
but very little impossible.
Apollo:
Oh? Even when the backs of
the cards are a different
color!?
Apollo:
If you pulled that during
the game, you'd be caught
in no time!
Judge:
Ah...
Phoenix:
Quite true.
Phoenix:
That would mean that the
blue card in question..
Phoenix:
...was swapped after the hands
were shown, after the murder!
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
OK, this is going past
silly and straight on to
crazy.
Payne:
I ask again: what's the point
of cheating after the game's
over!?
Payne:
Who would do that!?
Phoenix:
Who indeed. That's one of
the mysteries before us.
Judge:
Th-There's another?
Phoenix:
Yes. A simple, yet decisive
question must be asked:
Phoenix:
Who swapped the red card
for a blue card?
Apollo:
Wh-Who?
Kristoph:
The game, and murder, is done.
The victim is dead.
Kristoph:
Only two remain in the room.
Alive, that is.
Kristoph:
The defendant, Phoenix Wright,
and our witness, Olga Orly.
Apollo:
(OK, so who was it that
swapped the red card
for a blue?)
[ Phoenix Wright ]
Apollo:
The one who swapped the
cards was... Mr. Wright!
It was you, wasn't it?
Phoenix:
And why would I do such
a thing?
Apollo:
Ack!
Uh, well, because, uh...
Apollo:
...maybe you were trying to
hide the fact that you'd
cheated?
Judge:
That would make sense... but
the swapped card was in the
victim's hand!
Apollo:
Oh.
Phoenix:
Sorry...
Phoenix:
I'm a nice guy, but I'm not
that nice.
Apollo:
(Come to think of it, he would
lack a motive for helping his
opponent to win...)
[ Olga Orly ]
Apollo:
Why, it must have been Olga
Orly who swapped the cards!
Apollo:
She was trying to cover up
evidence of the cheating.
Judge:
That.. does make some sense.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
Sorry...
Phoenix:
But there's a problem with
that explanation.
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
The swapped card was from the
wrong deck.
Judge:
Yes, a blue card was stuck
into a red hand.
Phoenix:
Mixing a card from the wrong
deck... when the backs are
different colors?
Phoenix:
Remember that you're talking
about Olga Orly... She was
the dealer.
Phoenix:
Do you really think she would
make such a novice mistake?
Apollo:
(Actually, I have trouble
imagining even the judge
making that mistake.)
Phoenix:
Give it a little more thought,
Apollo.
Apollo:
R-Right!
[ Someone else ]
Apollo:
The one who swapped the cards
wasn't Mr. Wright, of course.
Apollo:
And, well, it doesn't seem
like it could have been Olga
Orly, either...
Judge:
Wh-
What are you suggesting!?
Kristoph:
That's hardly a logical
conclusion, I'll admit.
Kristoph:
As the defense, I think it
only makes sense for you to
name Ms. Orly at this point.
Apollo:
Yes, yes, I know!
Apollo:
But... But she was the one
who dealt the cards, right?
Apollo:
I... I just can't believe she
would make the mistake of
swapping the wrong color card!
Judge:
And if the card was swapped
during the game, it'd be
obvious...
Phoenix:
Heh.
Heh heh heh heh.
Judge:
Something you'd like to share
with the court, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Oh, my apologies, Your Honor.
I was just thinking how much
fun all this is.
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
Fun!? How about confusing!?
I've no idea what the defense
is claiming, Your Honor.
Payne:
If the one who swapped the
card wasn't the defendant, and
it wasn't Ms. Orly...
Payne:
Then who was it!?
Apollo:
Er, yeah, well, that is the
question, isn't it?
Phoenix:
Precisely.
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
I believe we're about to see
this case take...
a new direction.
Judge:
A new direction?
Phoenix:
We'll find that, indeed, after
the murder...
Phoenix:
...someone swapped one of the
cards in the victim's hand.
Phoenix:
And that someone made two
critical mistakes.
Kristoph:
I'm sure you're going to tell
us that the first was swapping
the wrong color card.
Phoenix:
Because the one who did the
swap didn't know two colors
of cards were being used.
Phoenix:
The other mistake... was the
number on the card.
Apollo:
Right...
The person replaced the fifth
ace with a king.
Phoenix:
I'm sure whoever swapped it
wasn't expecting there to
be a fifth ace, after all.
Phoenix:
All they knew was that hte
game had been won with a
full house.
Phoenix:
So they picked up a king from
the table, and swapped it in.
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
B-But!
There's one problem...
Payne:
According to our case record
this person doesn't exist!!!
Phoenix:
True, not until now. But you
have to admit the possibility
of a fourth person.
Phoenix:
Though it's more than a
possibility.
Phoenix:
There was someone else there
that night at the scene of the
crime.
Payne:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaat!?
Kristoph:
I believe the judge spoke
truthfully earlier.
Kristoph:
You do make trials...
ridiculous, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
This trial has proceeded on
one central assumption:
Judge:
namely, that, at the time of
the incident, there were only
three people in that room.
Phoenix:
I believe this new evidence,
shall we say... overturns
that assumption?
Judge:
The problem is that you
chose to conceal this
information from the court!
Phoenix:
...I suppose that is a
problem, yes.
Judge:
Court is adjourned for a
brief recess!
Judge:
Mr. Gavin, I'll see you in
my chambers during this
recess.
Kristoph:
...Certainly, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well! The trial will
resume in twenty minutes!
---
April 20, 11:52 AM
District Court
---
Kristoph:
That was quite... unexpected,
Mr. Wright.
Kristoph:
To suddenly claim there was
another person at the scene
of the crime like that...
Kristoph:
I must ask... is it the truth?
Phoenix:
Well now... I'd think you
would know the answer to that?
Kristoph:
Ah, being mysterious, are we?
Sadly, I've no time for
mysteries.
Kristoph:
I'd only ask that you leave
the defending to your defense,
in the future.
Kristoph:
Otherwise... I cannot
guarantee the outcome.
Phoenix:
I see you haven't mellowed
out one bit, Kristoph.
Kristoph:
Justice.
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir!
Kristoph:
The judge has summoned me to
his chambers, so carry on
without me.
Phoenix:
You did well, Apollo.
Apollo:
Um.. Can I ask you something?
Phoenix:
Sure.
Apollo:
That locket you wear...
Apollo:
Is that really yours,
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Ah, you're wondering about the
victim's disappearing locket?
Phoenix:
Here, you can take a look at
it. That's a picture of my
daughter in there.
Apollo:
I'm... just surprised to hear
you had a daughter.
Phoenix:
Most people are. Perhaps
you'll meet her one of these
days.
Apollo:
One more question.
Apollo:
The one who cheated that
night... Was it you?
Phoenix:
...
Phoenix:
What do you think?
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
You know what happened seven
years ago... What I did.
Phoenix:
It's not unreasonable for you
to think I might cheat.
Apollo:
I-I never! Honest!
But...
Apollo:
(It IS odd that he managed to
go undefeated for seven
whole years...)
Phoenix:
Want to know something?
Phoenix:
There's only one game where
you can be dealt bad cards all
night and still win.
Phoenix:
Poker.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Phoenix:
You see, poker is all about
reading your opponent.
Phoenix:
In that way, it's a lot like
a court case.
Apollo:
Poker.. is like trial law!?
Phoenix:
Figure out what your opponent
is thinking, and you win.
Apollo:
Well, yeah, but that's harder
than it sounds.
Phoenix:
I think not.
Apollo:
...!
Phoenix:
Try as they might to conceal
it, everyone reveals their
true thoughts in the end.
Phoenix:
Their body language can
become a valuable source
of information.
Apollo:
You're kidding!
Phoenix:
That witness, for instance,
Ms. Orly.
Phoenix:
She would touch the back of
her neck during certain parts
of her testimony.
Phoenix:
Did you notice?
Apollo:
Uh...
No.
(C'mon, who'd notice that!?)
Phoenix:
Words, habits, twitches...
It's all information for the
reading.
Phoenix:
That's the secret to winning,
Apollo.
Phoenix:
Someone taught me, and now,
I pass the secret on to you.
Apollo:
B-But, I'm not worthy!
I mean, there's no way I'll
pick up on these "signals".
Phoenix:
No. You can do it.
Apollo:
Huh?
Phoenix:
You just don't know it yet.
Apollo:
(What's he talking about...?)
Phoenix:
But you will. Soon.
Phoenix:
Ah, almost forgot. One more
thing. About this case...
Phoenix:
You should know, I haven't
told the truth to anyone yet.
Apollo:
Whaaaaaaaa--!?
(I knew it!)
Phoenix:
I have my reasons, of course.
All shall be revealed.
Phoenix:
And Apollo... I need you to
be there, defending me.
Phoenix:
I need your power.
Apollo:
My, um, power?
(I had no idea my Chords of
Steel were that special...)
Phoenix:
...It's time.
Phoenix:
The real trial begins now.
Do your best.
To be continued.
============================
Episode 1
Turnabout Trump
Day 1: Trial Latter -10102-
============================
---
April 20, 12:14 PM
District Court
Courtroom No. 2
---
Judge:
Cout [sic] will now reconvene.
Judge:
Has our witness, Ms. Olga
Orly, recovered?
Payne:
Y-Yes, Your Honor! Er, well,
she's regained consciousness.
Kristoph:
Perhaps we can hear her
version of the events again?
Payne:
That's the thing... You see,
she's quite fatigued.
Judge:
You're looking a bit fatigued
yourself, Mr. Payne.
Kristoph:
Sadly, fatigue is insufficient
grounds for refusing to
testify... or prosecute.
Kristoph:
request that Ms. Orly take
the stand.
Judge:
Very well.
The witness will take the
stand!
Kristoph:
Perhaps you could repeat your
name and profession?
Olga:
...
Kristoph:
Or perhaps you'd rather admit
that you're a poor liar, and
a poorer loser.
Olga:
Ny-Ny-Nye-!
...
Not.
Olga:
Name's Olga Orly. That's the
truth. I'm a pro dealer.
----------------------------
Olga Orly
Age: 21
Gender: Female
A professional swindler.
Hired by the victim to destroy
Phoenix Wright's reputation.
----------------------------
Olga:
People call me...
Olga "Quick-Fingers" Orly!
Judge:
Oh...
Oh really?
Olga:
Want to know something else?
Olga:
I'm not really Russian!
And my last name sounds like
"Oh really"!
Olga:
There, that's the truth!
I hope you're satisfied.
Apollo:
Witness! You will tell the
court what you were really
up to that night!
Olga:
Fine, I'll talk.
We had a plan, see.
Judge:
Let me remind you that you
are currently under oath.
Judge:
Any further fabrications will
have serious consequences.
Olga:
...
Fine.
Olga:
Like I said, I'm a pro.
That guy, Smith, hired me
to do what I do best.
Olga:
I was planted at the Borscht
Bowl Club several days prior
to the night of the game.
Olga:
As a waitress.
Apollo:
So you were in cahoots with
the victim!
Olga:
Not that he needed my help.
Smith is a well-known
poker player in some circles.
Olga:
But winning wasn't the main
purpose of this game.
Olga:
It was about destroying a
legend: the unbeatable
Phoenix Wright!
Olga:
The plan was simple. Elegant,
really. You see, we set up a
trap of sorts...
Olga:
I was to plant a card in
Wright's pocket beforehand...
Olga:
...and then deal five aces
during one of their games.
Olga:
When their hands were
revealed, Smith would call
him out and search Wright.
Olga:
He would then pull out the
planted card and the trap
would snap shut!
You swapped the cards!
Olga:
Exposed as a cheater and
losing on top of it! It would
have made a great double play.
Olga:
Just like that, the legend
would be dashed to pieces.
Judge:
Indeed...
Judge:
Getting caught red-handed at
cheating would cast doubt on
all his prior wins...
Olga:
A seven-year legend, destroyed
by one little card...
Olga:
That was the plan!
Kristoph:
"Oh really, Orly"?
How droll.
Kristoph:
But... it appears you made
quite the mistake.
Judge:
A mistake?
Kristoph:
I agree, the trap was elegant.
Kristoph:
Yet, what happened to that
planted card?
Apollo:
Hey, that's right!
Olga:
He's lucky, I'll give him
that.
Olga:
You'd have to be to slip
free from a trap laid by
Olga "Quick-Fingers" Orly!
Judge:
Oh really?
Judge:
The witness would me much
cuter if she dispensed with
the evil mastermind shtick.
Olga:
Cute...? Who wants to be cute?
Olga:
I'm not cute! I'm bad!
You hear me? Bad!!!
Judge:
When you're through being bad,
perhaps you could testify to
the court?
Judge:
Tell us about this "trap"...
and how it was sprung.
-- The Best Laid Traps --
Olga:
That night, I planted the card
like I was supposed to.
Olga:
And Wright lost the last hand,
just like he was supposed to.
Then Smith searched him!
Olga:
But the planted card was gone!
The trap failed.
Olga:
The next moment, Wright picked
up a bottle and swung it!
Olga:
It wasn't me who hit Smith!
It was that no-good, cheating
defendant!
Judge:
Hmm... A surprisingly frank
testimony that stil leaves
us mostly in the dark.
Olga:
The trap was perfect I tell
you, perfect! If that rotten
cheater hadn't messed it up.
Apollo:
Look who's talking!
Judge:
Well, the testimony, for what
it's worth, is all yours,
Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(With witnesses like her,
who needs criminals?)
Apollo:
(...And with defendants like
Mr. Wright, who needs
prosecutors?)
-- The Best Laid Traps --
Olga:
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
This planted card... which
card was it, exactly?
Olga:
The trump card... the Five
of Hearts.
Judge:
Let me guess. Mr. Wright was
to have switched the Five with
the Ace to make a full house.
Judge:
At least, that's what you were
going to accuse him of doing,
thereby ruining his legend.
Olga:
I slid it into Wright's
pocket.
Apollo:
When was this...?
Olga:
Why, before the match,
of course.
While he was eating.
Olga:
At the Borscht Bowl Club, we
serve borscht... and suckers.
Judge:
Remind me never to go there.
Olga:
Of course, the card was to
make its grand debut during
the game...
Olga:
Like a good borscht, a good
plot must be cooked up early
and allowed to thicken.
Olga:
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So, everything went according
to plan...
Olga:
Exactly.
Olga:
The fifth ace came up, so it's
obvious the switch went off
without a hitch.
Olga:
Once the extra card was found
in his pocket...
Olga:
...Wright would be forever
known as a cheat and a fraud.
Judge:
There are worse things to be
known as I suppose.
Apollo:
Tell us what happened with
the search.
Olga:
The trap failed.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
The card... disappeared?
Olga:
Yeah! My trump card, the
Five of Hearts!
Olga:
Gone! Without a trace!
Poof! Zippo!
Olga:
We searched every nook and
cranny...
Olga:
Even inside his cute little
hat!
Apollo:
But the card was nowhere to
be found, is this correct?
Olga:
Never in my long, storied
career...
Olga:
Never has "Quick-Fingers" Orly
been so readily duped!
Judge:
Oh really.
So, what did happen to that
Five of Hearts?
Olga:
Don't look at me. Why don't
you ask that cheating, lying,
two-faced defendant?
Apollo:
(So the Five of Hearts is
still missing in action...)
Olga:
The next moment, Wright picked
up a bottle and swung it!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Wait...
Isn't that a little odd?
Olga:
Wh-What's odd!?
Apollo:
You searched Mr. Wright, er,
thoroughly, and found nothing?
Apollo:
Which means he didn't cheat...
Which means he had no reason
to strike the victim!
Olga:
W-Well...
Apollo:
(Wh-What was that just now!?
I... sensed someting...)
Judge:
Something wrong, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
No... nothing, Your Honor.
Apollo:
(What to do? Should I press
her a little harder?)
[ No need ]
Apollo:
(Nah... I'm just seeing
things.)
Apollo:
Sorry, it's nothing.
Please continue the testimony.
Apollo:
(What was that? A dizzy
spell? I gotta relax...)
[ Press harder ]
Apollo:
Ms. Orly...!
You're hiding something!
Olga:
Wh-What are you talking
about!? Y-Y-You!
Olga:
M-M-M-Me? "Quick-Fingers"
Orly, hi-hi-hide something?
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
The defense will refrain
from baseless accusations!
Apollo:
I have one question for the
witness then.
Apollo:
You say you saw the moment
the defendant hit the victim.
...Is this true?
Olga:
O-Of course it's true!
Olga:
I d-did see it, honest!
Olga:
I saw it when Wright hit him.
With my own eyes, I saw it!
Apollo:
(What's this weird vibe
I'm getting!?)
Phoenix:
That witness, for instance,
Ms. Orly.
Phoenix:
She would touch the back of
her neck during certain parts
of her testimony.
Phoenix:
Did you notice?
Apollo:
(Touching her neck, was it?)
Apollo:
(Whoa! What's going on?)
Apollo:
(This sensation...
It's coming into focus!)
Apollo:
(There! That twitch!
It's so clear!)
Apollo:
(It's like I could perceive
her habit like I couldn't
before!)
((Perceive Twitch))
Apollo:
Ms. Orly... Perhaps you are
unaware of this yourself...
Olga:
Un-Unaware of what?
Apollo:
Whenever you get to a certain
part of your testimony...
Apollo:
...you touch the back of your
neck with your left hand!
Olga:
...!
My...
My neck?
Olga:
So... So what!?
Kristoph:
What indeed, Justice?
Kristoph:
I hadn't noticed anything
of the sort...
Apollo:
When she says that part of
the testimony...
Apollo:
She's subconsciously recalling
something...
Apollo:
Her body reacts to the memory,
and she touches her neck!
Apollo:
I'm sure of it!
Payne:
A memory? Would someone
care to explain what he's
babbling about?
Judge:
This is highly unusual... but
let's ask the defense.
Judge:
You claim the witness is
remembering something.
Judge:
Maybe you have evidence of
this "memory" to show us?
Apollo:
(Her habit is scratching her
neck whenever she talks about
the moment of the crime...)
Apollo:
(So, what would remind her
most of the moment of the
crime!?)
Apollo:
Ms. Orly. Whenever you recall
the crime that night, you
scratch your neck.
Apollo:
I've noticed it happens
when you think about the
moment of the crime.
Apollo:
There must be some reason
behind this "habit" of yours.
Apollo:
I believe the weapon that left
an inerasable "impression" on
your neck is this!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Olga:
...
Olga:
Sorry to disappoint, but I
don't have any particular
memories of that!
Apollo:
(Uh oh... That must not have
been it!)
Payne:
Hmph! Of course not!
Payne:
You want a habit, Mr. Justice?
I'll show you a habit!!!
Ah ha ha hah!
Apollo:
(I'd better get this sorted
out before I develop a habit
of my own...)
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Whenever she talks about the
moment of the crime, she
touches her neck...
Apollo:
And what reminds us more of
that moment than this bottle,
the murder weapon!
Olga:
...!
Apollo:
But... something doesn't fit.
Apollo:
If you were only the
witness to the crime...
Apollo:
...why would that make you
touch your neck like you're
in pain?
Payne:
What's he talking about now!?
Apollo:
It was Mr. Smith, the victim
who was hit... not you!
Olga:
Uh... Uhmmm...
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
This is a cross-examination,
not a cross-wild-conjecture!
Payne:
Th-The witness's... "habits"!?
They're completely irrelevant!
Kristoph:
Justice... I'll admit, I'm
a bit confused myself.
Kristoph:
This is certainly a... unique
cross-examination.
Apollo:
I'll explain later! Just,
trust me. Now's our only
chance to break her!
Apollo:
Ms. Orly! Please testify, in
detail, about the moment of
the crime. The very moment!
Olga:
Ny-Nyet. I am knowing nothing.
Payne:
...
Judge:
...
Apollo:
...
Apollo:
Um, we know you're not
Russian.
Judge:
The witness will testify,
please. Now.
Olga:
Bah. Fine!
((Press again after perceiving twitch))
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You're hiding something, and
that habit of yours proves it!
Olga:
Hah! Ludicrous! I'm not
h-hiding anything!
Apollo:
You touched your neck again.
Olga:
Ack!
Apollo:
It's no use trying to hide
it. I can see right through
you.
Olga:
...
Olga:
It wasn't me who hit Smith!
It was that no-good, cheating
defendant!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Let me ask, how's your
eyesight?
Olga:
Just who do you think you're
talking to?
Olga:
They don't call me "Quick-
Fingers" for nothing.
Olga:
I'm a pro. Which means my
dealing's pro, and my
eyesight... is pro!
Payne:
Honestly, she'd have to be
blind as a bat to miss
something in that small room.
Apollo:
(Yeah, but Mr. Wright didn't
have a motive to hit the
victim! Hmm...)
Olga:
He's the one who did it!
I didn't let him out of my
sight until the cops got there!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You seem... uneasy.
Olga:
You try sitting up here!
Apollo:
(Her eyes are darting
all over the place...
I must be getting warm!)
Apollo:
Tell me... After the crime,
what was the defendant like?
Olga:
Uh. Well...
He must have been stunned by
the weight of his crime!
Olga:
He sat in a daze at that table
...until the cops came.
Kristoph:
Intriguing...
Kristoph:
I believe you've gotten all
the testimony you're going to
get out of this witness.
Kristoph:
So, what do you think about
her testimony?
Apollo:
I'll tell you what I think!
Her testimony is...
[ Fine ]
Apollo:
...pretty good, really.
Apollo:
I'd be upset too at the
scene of a crime like that.
Apollo:
Yeah, I can picture my mind
going blank, staring
listlessly...
Kristoph:
Yes, I am picturing you
doing that right now.
Kristoph:
As for our defendant, he is an
experienced trial lawyer...
He's seen a lot in his day.
[ Flawed ]
Apollo:
...is basically bogus.
It contradicts the evidence!
Payne:
Wh-What's that!?
Judge:
Well...
Judge:
Show us this evidence,
Mr. Justice!
Judge:
This evidence that you claim
contradicts the testimony!
Apollo:
(She didn't let him out of
her sight until the cops
got there...)
Apollo:
(I know there's some evidence
that contradicts that!)
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This, Your Honor, is the
evidence that contradicts
her testimony!
Judge:
...
Well, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
Tsk. Who would have thought
that Justice could be so
wrong! He's the guilty one!
Apollo:
(Gah! Me!?)
Judge:
...Mr. Justice. You might want
to thik about your future
before doing that again.
Apollo:
(Ouch. That one hurt...)
Apollo:
(Different personality...
but the same testimony.)
Kristoph:
I believe you have her where
you want her, Justice.
Kristoph:
The circumstances have
changed yet her testimony
has not. That means...
Apollo:
There's got to be a
contradiction in there!
Kristoph:
Quite.
((Present Wright's Cell Phone))
((Present during witness testimony))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
((Present after Kristoph's prompt))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Ms. Orly! We have a record
here that clearly contradicts
what you said!
Apollo:
It states that the police were
alerted by a report from the
defendant!
Olga:
Eh...
Apollo:
And we know that the
defendant left the room,
climbed the stairs...
Apollo:
...and made that phone call
from the first floor of the
Borscht Bowl Club!
Olga:
Ack!
Apollo:
So, explain how you kept
your eyes on the defendant...
Apollo:
...when he left the room
entirely!
Olga:
Eeeeeeeeek!
Olga:
...The man who picked up a
bottle and swung it that
night... wasn't the defendant.
Showdown time.
...You dirty cheat!
Check his pockets, now!
I-It's gone!
The card's gone!
...You lose.
Auuuuuuuuuugh!
Olga:
Just then, Smith grabbed the
bottle from next to Wright...
Olga:
...and he hit me!
Y-You--!
Some master of cheating you
turned out to be!!!
Eeeeeeeeeeeek!
Olga:
When I came to...
Judge:
The victim was already dead...
Is that it?
Olga:
That's why I couldn't reveal
who I really was.
Olga:
If it came out that I was in
league with Smith, I'd be a
suspect for sure!
Judge:
...
Apollo:
...
Payne:
...
Judge:
Well.
Where does this leave us?
Payne:
M-Madness. Th-This is madness!
I'm dreaming!
Payne:
It must have been me who
was hit with a bottle and
I'm imagining all of this!
Judge:
It appears our prosecution
is at his wit's end, and
frankly, I can't blame him.
Judge:
Mr. Gavin, what do you think
about this turn of events?
Kristoph:
...
Apollo:
M-Mr. Gavin? Sir?
Kristoph:
I believe that, as the
defense in this case...
Kristoph:
...we are compelled to call
Ms. Orly a "big, fat liar".
Orly:
Wh-Whaaaaat!?
Kristoph:
Three were in that room the
night of the murder: the
defendant, victim, and her.
Kristoph:
...And she has a motive.
Apollo:
A motive?
Kristoph:
Her plot foiled, the witness
got into an argument with
her client, Mr. Smith.
Kristoph:
And the denouement of that
argument... was murder!
Olga:
What!?
I didn't...
I'm no killer!
Olga:
It's a trap! Someone's trying
to frame me!
Phoenix:
Heh heh heh...
Phoenix:
What tangled webs we weave
when we practice to deceive.
Phoenix:
So tangled, we catch ourselves
in the process.
Judge:
M-Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Such a hasty conclusion...
Phoenix:
It's not like you, Kristoph
Gavin.
Kristoph:
What are you saying?
Phoenix:
Why not consider the other
possibility?
Phoenix:
...That there was another
person in the room at the
time of the murder?
Apollo:
(Right, like Mr. Wright was
saying before recess!)
Phoenix:
A single card was swapped into
the victim's hand after the
murder.
Phoenix:
And the one who swapped the
card didn't know two colors
of cards were being used.
Phoenix:
...A fourth person.
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
Hah, this theory again!
Your "fourth person" doesn't
exist!
Phoenix:
Indeed.
Phoenix:
That's why I decided to
bring this case to court.
Phoenix:
Here, where there's no escape,
and no chance for deception...
Phoenix:
The perfect place to catch
the real criminal.
Judge:
The r-real criminal?
Phoenix:
And, we're in luck. A clue to
the real criminal's identity
was kindly provided for us.
Phoenix:
And right at the beginning
of the trial, no less.
Payne:
Wh-Whaaaat!?
Phoenix:
Apollo... perhaps you know
what I'm talking about?
Apollo:
Um... sorry.
Phoenix:
Remember what I said.
Phoenix:
The fourth person who swapped
the cards made one critical
error.
Apollo:
He or she wasn't considering
the color on the backs of the
cards...
Phoenix:
Right. But how could such an
obvious mistake occur?
Phoenix:
The cards used for the last
game were red.
Phoenix:
Yet, there is one person,
here, in our court...
Phoenix:
...who thought those cards
were blue.
Apollo:
(Yeah, I had that impression,
too... But why?)
Phoenix:
Well, Apollo? Think you can
figure out who it was?
Payne:
I-It's not me, I swear!
Judge:
Who is this fourth person!?
Apollo:
(Why do I always get put on
the spot like this!?)
Phoenix:
Let's hear what the defense
has to say. Who was it?
Phoenix:
Who thought the cards used
in the final game were blue?
((Present Kristoph Gavin))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
...
As I expected.
Phoenix:
Your eyes and ears are as
sharp as your hair.
Apollo:
I-I was right?
((Present Other))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
...
Apollo, do you seriously
think that?
Judge:
I think I'm seriously
confused.
Apollo:
I... I'm seriously sorry.
(*gulp* That didn't go well.)
Phoenix:
Well, it can't be helped.
I almost missed it myself...
Phoenix:
But it doesn't do anyone any
good to turn their eyes away
from the truth.
Phoenix:
Does it...
Kristoph?
Kristoph:
...
Judge:
Eh? Mr. Gavin?
Apollo:
You... You don't mean...
Phoenix:
Kristoph Gavin. You were the
fourth person that night.
Apollo:
B-But of course Mr. Gavin
knows the color of the cards!
Phoenix:
...How would he?
Phoenix:
As you can see, the photo of
the crime scene is black and
white.
Phoenix:
You can't tell which of the
cards are blue: the ones on
the floor, or the table.
Apollo:
B-But look!
Apollo:
You can see the colors in
this photo!
Phoenix:
Yes, but when he said the
cards were "blue"...
Phoenix:
...it was well before this
evidence came to light!
Kristoph:
It is true that the defendant
was engaged in a game of poker
with the victim.
Kristoph:
Yet it was only that: a game,
in the purest sense.
A competition, Your Honor.
Payne:
A... competition?
Kristoph:
Yes, a test of wits, a silent
clash of passions...
Kristoph:
Only the cards, their backs
wreathed in blue flame, know
its final outcome.
Phoenix:
Well, Kristoph?
Kristoph:
...
Apollo:
Mr.... Gavin?
Judge:
Mr. Gavin!
I-Is something the matter?
Kristoph:
Hmm? N-No, nothing. Excuse me,
it was just so... sudden.
Kristoph:
Wright.
You aren't seriously accusing
me... are you?
Phoenix:
Oh, Kristoph?
Phoenix:
You know even I'd never take
a joke this far.
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
This has gone beyond
ridiculous, beyond dumb...
This is insanity!
Payne:
The defendant accusing his own
defense attorney of murder?
Phoenix:
I assure you, I'm quite sane.
Payne:
But what possible connection
could Mr. Gavin have to the
victim!?
Phoenix:
I wasn't aware that I had
a connection to Mr. Smith,
either.
Payne:
Yes, but Mr. Gavin and the
victim have never even met!
Phoenix:
Well...
What if they have?
Payne:
Huh...?
Phoenix:
There is a possibility,
after all.
Phoenix:
They may have met that night,
before the game started.
Judge:
What are you suggesting!?
Apollo:
(Is this the truth Mr. Wright
was staying silent about!?
Well, only one thing to do!)
Apollo:
Mr. Wright! The defense would
like to request that you
Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*
Kristoph:
request no such thing.
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin...?
Kristoph:
Testimonies must relate to
the case.
Kristoph:
How could anything happening
before that game of poker
be related?
Judge:
I'm not sure I follow,
Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
As I explained before, the
defense believes that
Ms. Orly...
Judge:
...Am I to assume you speak
for Mr. Justice in this? He
is the defense, not you.
Kristoph:
...!
Judge:
Mr. Justice. The matter of
Mr. Wright's testimony is
up to you.
Apollo:
Oh... OK.
*gulp*
Judge:
Does the court, in your
opinion, need to hear
Mr. Wright's testimony?
[ No need ]
Apollo:
(As much as I'd like it to,
I guess the testimony isn't
related to the case, per se.)
Phoenix:
You heard what the judge
said, Apollo?
Apollo:
...!
Phoenix:
It's your decision.
Yours.
Kristoph:
Justice! You aren't seriously
considering...
Apollo:
I'm sorry, Mr. Gavin...
Apollo:
(But now that we've gone this
far, we might as well go all
the way!)
Apollo:
request that Mr. Wright
[ Hear the testimony ]
Apollo:
(This was Mr. Wright's
strategy! He was planning
this all along!)
Apollo:
(And I intend to see it
through.)
Apollo:
...The defense would like to
request that Mr. Wright
Kristoph:
Et tu, Justice? You would
betray me, your teacher?
Apollo:
I'm sorry, Mr. Gavin.
This isn't about loyalty...
This is about the truth!
Kristoph:
...
Judge:
Very well. The defendant...
Mr. Wright will take
the stand, please.
-- Appetite Before Murder --
Phoenix:
That evening, Kristoph and I
had dinner. We sat at the
table in the photograph.
Phoenix:
Shadi Smith walked in five
minutes after Kristoph left.
Phoenix:
When the "trap" failed,
Smith hit the waitress.
Phoenix:
The girl was knocked out cold,
and Smith was uncontrollable.
I left to call the police.
Phoenix:
When I returned, he was dead,
blood streaming from a cut on
his forehead.
Phoenix:
That's when I made another
phone call... To Defense
Attorney Gavin.
Judge:
Mr. Gavin!
Judge:
You were at the Borscht Bowl
Club the night of the murder!?
Phoenix:
I dine with him rather
frequently.
Payne:
A-And he talked to the
defendant on the phone
directly after the murder!?
Phoenix:
Quite against my will, I had
become involved in a murder.
Phoenix:
I thought I might be in need
of a lawyer, so I called him.
Kristoph:
You were planning this all
along, weren't you, Wright?
Kristoph:
Just because you wanted to
drag me into your little
murder trial...
Phoenix:
The only thing I want... is
the truth.
Phoenix:
As I did back then... and now.
Kristoph:
I thought my office was doing
you a favor when we took on
your defense.
Kristoph:
It appears that I was wrong.
Judge:
...Very well. The defense may
Kristoph:
Justice.
Apollo:
S-Sir!
Kristoph:
He's lying, and you're going
to expose him.
Apollo:
Uh... Understood, sir.
Apollo:
(Mr. Gavin vs. Mr. Wright...
This can't end well.)
Apollo:
(Why can't I have a normal
trial!?)
-- Appetite Before Murder --
Phoenix:
That evening, Kristoph and I
had dinner. We sat at the
table in the photograph.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You had dinner with Mr. Gavin?
Phoenix:
Yes, he dines with me at
the Borscht Bowl Club quite
frequently.
Phoenix:
We were enjoying a usual
dinner at our usual spot...
as usual.
Apollo:
"Usual"...?
Phoenix:
I always eat at the table
closest to the piano.
Judge:
I see...
Where Mr. Smith was sitting!
Payne:
So, the plates and such on the
table were from your dinner?
Phoenix:
...Indeed. The remnants of
my meal with Kristoph.
Phoenix:
We dined for two hours, then
Kristoph left. After that...
Phoenix:
Shadi Smith walked in five
minutes after Kristoph left.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Five minutes?
Apollo:
So, the two of them could have
passed in the restaurant
during that time?
Phoenix:
That would have been a
"fateful encounter" to
be sure.
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
Hee hee hee...
Payne:
Oh, Mr. Wright...
What was it you said?
Payne:
Kristoph Gavin and Shadi
Smith "may have met"...?
Phoenix:
I believe I did say that.
Payne:
Here I was all nervous about
this "meeting"...
Payne:
And now we hear they just
passed in the hall?
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
That does seem a little weak
as a pretense for murder.
Phoenix:
Oh it would be. If that was
all that really happened.
Apollo:
(C'mon, Mr. Wright... What are
you hiding this time!?)
Phoenix:
When the "trap" failed,
Smith hit the waitress.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
About this failed "trap"...
Apollo:
This is the same "trap" that
Ms. Olga Orly mentioned?
Olga:
The plan was simple. Elegant,
really. You see, we set up a
trap of sorts...
Olga:
I was to plant a card in
Wright's pocket beforehand...
Olga:
...and then deal five aces
during one of their games.
Olga:
When their hands were
revealed, Smith would call
him out and search Wright.
Olga:
He would then pull out the
planted card and the trap
would snap shut!
You swapped the cards!
Olga:
Just like that, the legend
would be dashed to pieces.
Phoenix:
Yes... A harmless prank, in
essence.
Phoenix:
It was by a quirk of fate that
I happened to discover it...
Payne:
A "quirk"...?
Phoenix:
I happened to put a hand in
my pocket...
and found a card.
Apollo:
The card she planted!
Phoenix:
Yes, I snuck a peek at it and
found it was the Five of Hearts.
Phoenix:
I had a feeling something
might happen so I disposed of
the card... before the game.
Judge:
Disposed...
Where!?
Phoenix:
There was an empty bottle
of grape juice I had been
drinking right beside me.
Phoenix:
I threw the card inside the
bottle.
Payne:
An empty bottle of grape
juice...
Apollo:
The murder weapon!?
Phoenix:
Yes. I rolled it up and shoved
it in. The colored glass makes
it hard to see.
Judge:
Hmm... A battle of wits
between the deceiver and the
would-be deceived!
Judge:
That sounds like terrific
drama...
Apollo:
(A card inside the murder
weapon? That's strange...)
Apollo:
(Did the police miss it in
their investigation? Maybe
I'll take a look...)
Judge:
Mr. Wright! The "Poker Head
of Courtroom No. 3" approves
of this battle of wits!
Judge:
Please revise your testimony
with this new information.
Phoenix:
I discovered the "trap" during
the game, and disposed of the
card in the bottle.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Why in the bottle?
Phoenix:
I perceived my opponent's
intent immediately.
Phoenix:
I'm used to entrapment, you
see. I knew what was coming.
Judge:
Hoh hoh... So you struck
first! I like that.
Phoenix:
I know every trick in the
book. They don't work on me.
Apollo:
(At least, when you get lucky
and stick your hand in your
pocket they don't..)
Phoenix:
The girl was knocked out cold,
and Smith was uncontrollable.
I left to call the police.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You made the call to the
police from the first floor
of the restaurant, correct?
Phoenix:
Exactly. Cell phones don't get
a signal down in the Hydeout.
Apollo:
Was anyone else on the first
floor at that time?
Phoenix:
Not a soul. It was the middle
of the night, after all.
Phoenix:
So there, in the darkened
restaurant, I called the cops.
Phoenix:
After making the call, I
returned to the Hydeout.
Phoenix:
It didn't seem right to leave
the injured waitress alone.
Phoenix:
When I returned, he was dead,
blood streaming from a cut on
his forehead.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
And when you returned, the
victim was already...
Phoenix:
Dead, yes.
Phoenix:
I'll admit, I was a little
startled when I walked in.
Judge:
A... "little"?
Phoenix:
He was bleeding from his
forehead, after all.
Apollo:
(I guess I'd be startled,
too, if I walked in on a
scene like that.)
((Present Crime Photo 1))
Apollo:
Mr. Wright, if I may.
Phoenix:
Yes?
Apollo:
Take a look at this photograph
of the crime scene.
Apollo:
See the victim here?
He's wearing a hat.
Apollo:
...I wouldn't think you could
see blood on his forehead.
Phoenix:
...
Good point.
Kristoph:
Justice!
Kristoph:
Next time you point out an
inconsistency, put a little
more "oomph" into it.
Judge:
Mr. Wright. Can you explain
this to the court?
Phoenix:
Ah... I forgot to mention
something.
Phoenix:
I was the one who put that
hat on his head.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Payne:
You...?
Judge:
You put the hat on the dead
man's head?
Phoenix:
He wore it through our entire
poker game.
Phoenix:
After calling the police, when
I returned to the scene, his
head was in full view.
Phoenix:
Shining bright... Just like
in this photograph.
Judge:
And...?
Phoenix:
I picked his hat up off the
floor and put it on his head.
Payne:
Wh-Wh-Why'd you do a thing
like that!?
Phoenix:
All I can say is... I'm sorry.
Phoenix:
But that's the only thing
I touched at the crime scene.
Apollo:
So... Ms. Orly didn't see it?
Apollo:
"It" being the victim's... er,
his head.
Phoenix:
I'd think not.
She was out cold.
Phoenix:
I believe I was the only one
who witnessed his head.
Kristoph:
Ah, here we go again...
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Ahem. Pardon.
Kristoph:
It just seems that our client
is determined to lie his way
through this case.
Judge:
Hmm...
Apollo:
(H-Hey, he's still our client!
...Isn't he?)
Judge:
In any case, please continue
Judge:
I'm afraid decisive
contradictions call for
decisive evidence.
Apollo:
Oh.
Kristoph:
Push him harder, Justice.
Break him!
Kristoph:
It's just you and the witness
in the ring. Go for the KO!
Apollo:
(Ugh. Why do I get the feeling
we're not on our client's
side anymore?)
Phoenix:
That's when I made another
phone call... To Defense
Attorney Gavin.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Could you explain why you
called Mr. Gavin...?
Phoenix:
I'd obviously gotten involved
in a rather... sticky affair.
Phoenix:
And I figured Kristoph's law
offices would give me a friend
rate for my defense fees...
Kristoph:
Ah, glad to hear you intend
to pay.
Phoenix:
Oh, I'll pay in full,
Kristoph. It was I who got
you involved, after all.
Kristoph:
...You may find the price of
your defense quite high, my
good friend. Quite high.
Apollo:
(Is this the "truth" that
Mr. Wright was talking
about?)
Kristoph:
Justice, you know what you
have to do.
Kristoph:
He's lying. Expose him.
Now.
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir...
Apollo:
(I have to think! What's
Mr. Wright trying to tell
me with this testimony?)
Apollo:
(The truth has to be in there
somewhere!)
Apollo:
Um, Mr. Wright, if I may?
Phoenix:
Yes?
Apollo:
I've examined the bottle, and
I don't see any card in here.
Phoenix:
Hmm? No?
Phoenix:
...
Judge:
What, Mr. Wright?
Surely "..." isn't all you
have to say for yourself!?
Phoenix:
I can't say that I know what
happened to the card.
Phoenix:
I did put it in that bottle,
however.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Kristoph:
Perhaps a fifth person came
and took it out? Oh, and a
sixth person could've helped!
Judge:
Mr. Gavin... Mr. Wright is
your client!
Kristoph:
...My apologies, Your Honor.
Payne:
I won't have you disparaging
our investigation, either!
Payne:
We looked inside that bottle.
There was nothing!
Apollo:
(...So what's going on?)
Apollo:
(Is Mr. Wright hoodwinking us
again?)
Apollo:
(Or did the card just...
disappear?)
Kristoph:
I believe that's enough of
that.
Apollo:
Uh, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
This witness's "testimony"
is more like a "travesty".
It's riddled with lies.
Kristoph:
I'm beginning to see how you
came to lose your attorney's
badge seven years ago...
Phoenix:
Well.
Phoenix:
You certainly have a unique
way of treating your clients,
Kristoph. I never knew.
Kristoph:
I believe it was you who
threw the first stone...?
Apollo:
Mr. Wright! If you intend to
ever tell the truth about this
case... It's now or never!
Phoenix:
Don't be misled... I haven't
told a single lie here.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Phoenix:
When I noticed the "trap"... I
put the card in the bottle to
dispose of it.
Phoenix:
And when I put the hat on the
victim's head...
Phoenix:
Let's just say I had a reason
for doing that as well.
Judge:
A... reason?
Phoenix:
That reason... is right here.
Apollo:
Your... cell phone?
Phoenix:
That night...
Phoenix:
Recall that I spoke with
Defense Attorney Gavin
after calling the police.
Phoenix:
Just in case, I recorded our
conversation.
Kristoph:
What's this...?
Phoenix:
Now that we're all here, I see
no reason why I shouldn't play
it back for the court.
Phoenix:
Kristoph. I seem to be in
a bit of trouble.
Kristoph:
What's this?
Game not going well?
Phoenix:
Kristoph:
That gentleman who challenged
you... He turn out to be good?
Phoenix:
He turned out to be dead.
Someone hit him. Hard.
Kristoph:
You mean someone cracked that
flawless bone china pate?
Kristoph:
It...
wasn't you, was it?
Phoenix:
be here any minute.
Phoenix:
Apollo:
"Bone china plate"...?
Phoenix:
A kind of porcelain, very
smooth and shiny. And not
"plate", but "pate".
Phoenix:
I believe he was referring
to a certain gentleman's
balding forehead.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
The court appreciates the
defendant's discretion in not
indicating my forehead.
Apollo:
(Wait a second... Something's
not right about that phone
call!)
Apollo:
So, after Mr. Gavin ate
dinner with you...
Apollo:
...he left the Borscht Bowl
Club?
Phoenix:
Most certainly.
Apollo:
Then... Then how did
he know?
Apollo:
When did he see this
"bone china pate"?
Judge:
Oh... That's right!
Phoenix:
Yes...
Phoenix:
That was when I began to see
my good friend in a different
light.
Kristoph:
...
Phoenix:
Troubled, I returned to the
crime scene.
Phoenix:
And when I spotted Mr. Smith's
head again, I realized exactly
what was wrong.
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Gavin.
The stage has been set.
Phoenix:
Perhaps you would like to
explain this to the court?
Phoenix:
Exactly how did you come by
your privileged knowledge of
the victim's head?
Kristoph:
...
Kristoph:
So, this is your "reason".
Kristoph:
The reason why you put the
victim's hat back on.
Phoenix:
Your point, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
...It's come down to this,
has it... Phoenix Wright.
Judge:
Order! I will have order!!!
Mr. Payne!
Payne:
Y-Yes, Your Honor!
Judge:
I believe this court has been
left with no other choice...
Judge:
Are you prepared to hear
Defense Attorney Gavin's
testimony?
Payne:
Eh? Ah... Urk? Ahem!
Well, as the prosecutor, I...
Judge:
...Very well!
We'll break for ten minutes.
Judge:
After which Mr. Gavin will
take the stand for a
cross-examination!
Judge:
...Are we all clear on that?
Kristoph:
Crystal clear, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well! This will be
the final recess for the day.
---
April 20, 2:32 PM
District Court
---
Apollo:
(Mr. Gavin and Mr. Wright are
both in the judge's chamber!)
Apollo:
(Who'd have thought today
would turn out like this!?)
???:
...May I?
Apollo:
Huh? What?
???:
Hello, sir.
Please, pick a card.
Apollo:
(Wh-What's all this about?)
Apollo:
Uh... Is this one OK?
???:
...Excellent.
I have a message for you.
???:
"The last hand is about to be
played. You'll need a trump
card to make it."
Apollo:
A trump card...?
???:
"The card you have chosen
is magical."
???:
"Use it wisely, and the
game is yours."
???:
That's all.
Apollo:
(An ace... Where do I remember
that card from?)
Olga:
aces, and Mr. Wright's two.
...It is five aces in all.
Olga:
It is true...
I have seen it!
The fifth ace!
Olga:
There was cheating,
I swear to you.
Apollo:
(The missing fifth ace!)
Apollo:
(Wait... This blotch of red...
Is this blood?)
???:
You have your trump card.
Now it's up to you to cut the
deck and draw... the truth.
???:
My father's fate is in your
hands. I know you can do it!
Apollo:
This blood-stained card...
is my trump card for finding
the truth?
Apollo:
(I fell deep into thought as
my mind raced to understand
what this all meant.)
Apollo:
(That girl... I'd seen her
recently... But where?)
Apollo:
(That's when I made the
connection...)
** Bloody Ace added to

----------------------------
Bloody Ace
Type: Evidence
Received from
a mysterious girl.
Received from a mysterious
girl. Could this be the
missing "fifth ace"?
=Check -> Blood Spot=
Apollo:
A single drop of blood
marks the front of the card.
----------------------------
---
April 20, 2:45 PM
District Court
Courtroom No. 2
---
Judge:
Court will now reconvene.
Judge:
Defense Attorney Kristoph
Gavin, will you please take
the stand.
Judge:
Now then, if you would,
Mr. Payne.
Payne:
Y-Y-Yes, Your Honor! Erm,
will Mr.... er, the witness
state his name and occupation?
Kristoph:
Is this farce necessary,
Your Honor?
Judge:
Believe me, far stranger
things have gone on in this
courtroom.
Kristoph:
...Fine, I'll play along.
Judge:
First, there's one thing we
need to have made clear.
Judge:
How did you know about the
"secret" beneath the victim's
hat?
Apollo:
(By "secret", I'm guessing
he means the fact that
Mr. Smith was bald.)
Kristoph:
Forgive my curiosity, but
what is it about this fellow's
head?
Kristoph:
Your Honor seems to have an
inordinate interest in it.
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
I wouldn't call it inordinate,
Mr. Gavin.
Apollo:
M-Mr. Wright!
Kristoph:
What do you think you're
doing, Wright?
Phoenix:
Wow, things sure look
different from the other side.
You know what I mean, Apollo?
Phoenix:
Speaking of "looking from the
other side", let's consider
something for a second.
Phoenix:
The victim wore that hat all
night, never once taking it
off, except for that one time.
Apollo:
That one time... being the
instant he was hit!
Judge:
Oh...!
Apollo:
When Mr. Wright returned from
reporting the crime, the hat
was lying on the floor.
Apollo:
Mr. Wright picked it up, and
placed it on the victim's
head...
Apollo:
In other words, in order to
have seen Mr. Smith's bald
head...
Apollo:
...you would have had to be at
the scene of the crime... at
the time of the crime!
Kristoph:
In other words, you'd have to
be the real killer... is
what you're trying to say.
Phoenix:
...
Phoenix:
Not bad, Apollo.
Kristoph:
Eh heh heh...
Judge:
Mr. Gavin...?
Kristoph:
...I'm afraid that I haven't
been entirely honest with
the court.
Payne:
Wh-What!?
Kristoph:
...Oh, I assure you, I had
the noblest of intentions.
Kristoph:
I did it all... to protect
my client, Mr. Wright.
Apollo:
...!
Kristoph:
Yet, I'm afraid in the current
situation I see little reason
to hide anything.
Kristoph:
...Very well. Allow me to tell
you the truth of what happened
that night.
Judge:
Finally! You may begin your
testimony.
Judge:
Tell us... How were you
involved in the events of
that fateful night?
Kristoph:
The rage I sensed in that man
that night troubled me...
So I returned to the club.
Kristoph:
I went down to the basement
and peeked in through the
little window to the Hydeout.
Kristoph:
It must have been right after
the murder took place.
Kristoph:
The victim was dead, as he
appears in the photo.
Kristoph:
A bald head, an unconscious
girl... and Wright, holding
a bottle in his hand.
Kristoph:
I sensed that was not the best
place for me to be at the time
and so I left.
Kristoph:
That's when the call came
from Wright.
Payne:
So... you witnessed the
murder!?
Kristoph:
For better or worse, I missed
the actual moment of the deed.
Judge:
Mr. Gavin, may I remind you
that you are on Mr. Wright's
defense team...
Judge:
Your testimony is clearly
disadvantageous to your
client!
Kristoph:
What else could I say?
Kristoph:
I'm standing on the witness
stand, after all.
Phoenix:
...So you are, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
...?
Phoenix:
And you had to testify as you
just did...
Phoenix:
You had to tell them you saw
the scene of the crime through
that little window...
Apollo:
Uh, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
You had to say that...
Phoenix:
...because that was the
only probable window of
opportunity. Right, Apollo?
Apollo:
Oh...
Judge:
Mr. Wright, the defense should
do the cross-examination, not
the defendant!
Judge:
Mr. Justice, are you prepared?
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor...
Apollo:
(I can't believe I'm going
up against Mr. Gavin...)
Apollo:
(This trial is getting weirder
and weirder!)
Kristoph:
The rage I sensed in that man
that night troubled me...
So I returned to the club.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
"That man"... You mean
Mr. Smith?
Kristoph:
He was different from the
other customers... His aura,
shall we say.
Kristoph:
I knew he was a serious poker
player... but it was more than
that.
Payne:
So then, you knew the true
nature of your client's
job!?
Kristoph:
Of course. But I also knew
he wasn't engaged in gambling,
which would be illegal.
Apollo:
(Well, it makes sense that
he'd know. They were friends,
after all.)
Kristoph:
Worried for my friend,
I returned to the club.
Kristoph:
You see, I feared this
Mr. Smith might be someone
coming to settle an old score.
Judge:
I see. What happened then?
Kristoph:
I went down to the basement
and peeked in through the
little window to the Hydeout.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
The little window...
Apollo:
You mean the one used to keep
watch up the stairs?
Kristoph:
Yes, a relic of the ancient
past. The black marketeers
used it, I believe.
Apollo:
Why did you go through the
trouble of peeking in through
the window?
Apollo:
Wouldn't it have been easier
to just open the door and go
into the room?
Kristoph:
...
Kristoph:
I didn't want to upset Wright,
you see.
Apollo:
Upset Mr. Wright?
Kristoph:
Yes. What if my fears had been
unfounded?
Kristoph:
I'd be walking in on their
match! Bad form, to say the
least.
Apollo:
(Hmm... So far, everything
he's saying makes sense.)
Kristoph:
It must have been right after
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
How do you know it was "right
after" the murder!?
Kristoph:
Really, no need to shout,
Justice.
Apollo:
Urk...
Kristoph:
I was just getting to that
part in my testimony.
Phoenix:
Ah, there he is! The "Coolest
Defense in the West" we know
and love.
Phoenix:
Even when you're standing up
there on the witness stand...
Some things never change.
Kristoph:
I was afraid you'd changed,
too, Wright, but you haven't.
Kristoph:
You and that overbearing
personality of yours...
Apollo:
(With friends like these,
who needs enemies...)
Kristoph:
The victim was dead, as he
appears in the photo.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
By "photo" you mean the second
photograph of the crime scene?
Kristoph:
Precisely. You see, he wasn't
wearing his hat then.
Kristoph:
I saw his head...
when he was dead.
Apollo:
(And then Mr. Wright came
along and replaced his hat.)
Payne:
Can you describe the scene
of the crime for us?
Kristoph:
A bald head, an unconscious
girl... and Wright, holding
a bottle in his hand.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Those were the only three
at the scene of the crime?
Kristoph:
Yes...
As far as I saw, at least.
Payne:
...Then we're back where
we started.
Payne:
The killer was the defendant,
Phoenix Wright! Who else could
it have been?
Payne:
But... why didn't you talk to
the police?
Kristoph:
Two reasons.
Kristoph:
First, I didn't actually
witness the very moment of
the crime...
Kristoph:
Second...
Kristoph:
My office was asked to defend
Wright.
Kristoph:
Even after seeing what I had
seen... I couldn't abandon
my friend.
Judge:
Hmm...
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
There must have been someone
else there at the moment of
the crime!
Kristoph:
Justice... I just said I saw
no one. Not a soul.
Apollo:
B-But, that goes against what
Mr. Wright said!
Kristoph:
Ah yes, this mysterious
"fourth person"...
Kristoph:
...who would conveniently be
the "real killer", I suppose.
Phoenix:
Glad to see we agree,
Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
Let me pose a question, then.
Kristoph:
Tell me.
Kristoph:
What possible reason did the
"real killer" have to swap
cards in the victim's hand?
Apollo:
...!
Kristoph:
Hmm? Perhaps you can show us
a reason why such a thing
would be necessary?
Apollo:
(How can I show something
I can't find myself!?)
Phoenix:
Remember, Apollo. The card
that was swapped out was the
fifth ace...
Apollo:
The fifth ace... right.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
The question of why the killer
would swap out a card has been
raised.
Judge:
Can you point to a reason?
[ Not yet ]
Apollo:
...No.
Not yet, Your Honor.
Payne:
"Not yet"!?
Hah! Pathetic!
Payne:
Not yet? Try not ever!
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
Well, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Oh, I'm willing to wait
for as long as it takes.
Apollo:
(Great! I don't even know what
the heck I'm looking for...)
Phoenix:
...Apollo.
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir!
Phoenix:
Don't forget... You already
know the answer.
Phoenix:
You just don't realize it yet.
Apollo:
I... already know the answer?
Phoenix:
Take a moment to think it
over again... OK?
[ Show evidence ]
Apollo:
(...It's now or never!)
Apollo:
present evidence to the
court...
Apollo:
Evidence showing the reason
why a card was swapped out!
Kristoph:
...
Judge:
Then go ahead and point out
your reason, Mr. Justice.
Judge:
Why did the killer take the
fifth ace!?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The reason is made clear by...
this piece of evidence!
Judge:
...I'm not sure how that
piece of evidence makes
anything clear, Mr. Justice.
Kristoph:
I see now it was wrong of me
to field you in a trial so
soon, Justice.
Kristoph:
Wild bluffing, and even wilder
accusations...
Kristoph:
You're almost as bad as
another defense attorney
I know...
Phoenix:
...
Kristoph:
Oh, I'm sure my office's
reputation will recover,
given time.
Kristoph:
Once you learn you can't
bluff your way through life.
Or court.
Apollo:
Unnngh...
Judge:
Would you... like to continue,
Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor!
(I sure can't let my first
trial end like this!)
Kristoph:
I sensed that was not the best
place for me to be at the time
and so I left.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Wouldn't it have been better
to wait for the police to
arrive?
Kristoph:
Remember though. By that time,
I was already Wright's defense
attorney.
Kristoph:
It wouldn't do for me to
become part of the
investigation.
Apollo:
(That makes sense... or does
it? ...I'm confused.)
Payne:
Well, what happened next?
Kristoph:
That's when the call came
from Wright.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Where were you when the
phone call came?
Kristoph:
I had already left the Borscht
Bowl Club by that time.
Kristoph:
On the phone he asked me to
defend him. Naturally, I was
surprised.
Kristoph:
I accepted, however.
I couldn't abandon him.
Phoenix:
So kind of you.
Apollo:
(Hmm... So far, everything
jives with Mr. Wright's
testimony... I think.)
Phoenix:
Is it going to be a problem
for you to cross-examine your
own boss?
Apollo:
I...
I'm fine!
Apollo:
(Who was it that taught me
never to pull punches in
cross-examination?)
Apollo:
(It was you, Mr. Gavin!
I learned it from watching
you!)
((Present Bloody Ace))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
My reason is... uh...
This!
Payne:
Is that an... ace?
Judge:
Why...
Why, it's got blood on it!
Judge:
Right next to the spade!
Kristoph:
Wh-
Whaaaaat!?
Payne:
This is insane! Why wasn't
I told about this!?
Why!?
Judge:
Could... this be...!?
Judge:
Could this be the missing
fifth ace!?
Kristoph:
In-Inconceivable!
How could you...
Kristoph:
What are you doing with
that card!?
Apollo:
Um, well, that's the thing...
(Why's Mr. Gavin so upset?)
Apollo:
(It's just a fishy card from
some fishy girl...)
Phoenix:
Oh, that card?
It's mine.
Phoenix:
That is, I picked it up at the
Borscht Bowl Club that night
after the murder had occurred.
Phoenix:
I gave it to my daughter.
Cards are her stock and trade,
after all.
Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*
Kristoph:
N... No!
Impossible!
Unacceptable!
Kristoph:
The court can't accept this
evidence! It's a fraud!
Phoenix:
A fraud? How can you be so
sure?
Kristoph:
Wh-What...?
Phoenix:
I would think the only person
who could claim it was a
fraud...
Phoenix:
...would be the one who took
the real card from the crime
scene... The real killer!
Kristoph:
...!
Phoenix:
Allow me to elaborate.
Phoenix:
What if this trace of blood
was the reason?
Payne:
The reason for...?
Phoenix:
For the killer to take the
card from the scene of the
crime.
Judge:
Where are you going with this?
Phoenix:
photo... and at the victim's
head.
Phoenix:
At the moment of the crime,
his hat fell to the floor...
Phoenix:
...and a trickle of blood
ran from his forehead down
the back of his head.
Phoenix:
Couldn't a drop of that blood
have fallen on one of the
cards?
Apollo:
I suppose...
Phoenix:
The killer then took the
card to hide the blood.
Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*
Kristoph:
R-Regardless! That evidence
is non-permissible!
Phoenix:
Oh?
Kristoph:
Wright! Regardless of how you
wasted the last seven years,
you used to be a lawyer!
Kristoph:
You know what a serious crime
it is to conceal evidence!
Phoenix:
Oh, we can discuss the finer
points of our legal system
later...
Phoenix:
What's important now is that
I've answered your question.
Kristoph:
about?
Phoenix:
You wanted to know why the
killer would have taken a
card from the crime scene.
Phoenix:
And now, I've told you.
Phoenix:
That one drop of blood would
have been decisive evidence,
you see.
Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*
Kristoph:
Th-This is... baseless
conjecture! Baseless!
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
Oh, I assure you it's
quite based.
Kristoph:
Wh-What!?
Phoenix:
It's amazing, really.
Phoenix:
How a single drop of blood on
a single card can lead us...
to the truth.
Phoenix:
It's quite simple.
Phoenix:
Well, Apollo?
Apollo:
Y-Yes!?
Phoenix:
Try picturing the scene of
the crime in your head.
Phoenix:
The murder took place in the
Hydeout...
Phoenix:
The body of the luckless
victim was found at the
poker table.
Phoenix:
And, before the killer swapped
a card out...
Phoenix:
...there was a single card
with a drop of blood on it
in the victim's hand.
Phoenix:
Given this...
Phoenix:
...there is one, decisive
problem with this scene.
Judge:
Well, what is it!?
Phoenix:
Let's keep it simple, shall
we? Given that there was a
drop of blood on a card...
Phoenix:
...whose position in this
diagram doesn't fit?
Phoenix:
The vicim's? The killer's?
The witness's? The second
witness's?
Phoenix:
Whose position doesn't fit
with the bloody card?
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The problem with this picture
is... here!
Judge:
...Um, what exactly is
supposed to be "here"?
Apollo:
...
Er, ack! My h-hand must have
slipped. Sweaty, you know.
Judge:
Oops! I just gave you a
penalty. Hand must've slipped.
Kristoph:
Please tell me this farce
has a time limit.
Judge:
It will soon if the defense
cannot come up with something
of substance.
Judge:
So, please wipe the cold sweat
from your hands, and show us
again.
Apollo:
Y-Yes, Your Honor!
(I'm going to need a beach
towel.)
((Present Killer))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Well, for one thing, the
killer's in the wrong place.
I think.
Judge:
You "think"...?
Judge:
Mr. Justice, your job here is
not to think, but to know.
Phoenix:
Ah, just looking at you
reminds me of the old days.
Not the good old days, per se.
Judge:
How does a good old penalty
sound?
Judge:
Let's try that one more time.
Judge:
And, Mr. Justice, think before
you sink.
((Present Witness))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The witness's location is
clearly at odds with...
something!
Judge:
By witness, you mean Ms. Olga
Orly, correct?
Apollo:
That's right. When it comes
to cards, it's "Quick-Fingers"
Orly or no one!
Judge:
Hmm, I see.
And...?
Apollo:
...
Uh, was I supposed to say
something else?
Judge:
...
Judge:
A meaningful observation would
help your case considerably.
Phoenix:
Yet, do you not sense a great
feeling of "potential" in his
silence?
Judge:
Potential for a whopping
penalty, yes!
Apollo:
Your Honor! Please, give me
another chance!
Judge:
*sigh*
Very well.
Judge:
Give it some thought, this
time.
((Present Second Witness))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The second witness's position
is the problem!
Judge:
The second witness... That
would be Mr. Gavin, yes?
Kristoph:
The second witness's position
is far less problematic than
yours right now, Justice.
Kristoph:
Or perhaps "perilous" is a
better word.
Apollo:
(Uggh...)
Judge:
I cannot see what the blood-
stained card has to do with
the second witness's location.
Judge:
I'm afraid you're more than
in peril of a penalty this
time.
Apollo:
Your Honor!
One more chance! Please!
Judge:
I suppose.
Judge:
Do think it over, Mr. Justice.
((Present Victim))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Well, isn't it the victim's
position that's the problem?
Judge:
I don't follow your logic
here, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Well... Look, the victim was
struck on the head, sending
him back in his chair.
Apollo:
You'd think any blood would
fall behind the body, not
onto the table in front of him.
Judge:
Ah...!
Apollo:
Take a look at the photo
again.
Apollo:
If he bled in this position...
Apollo:
The blood would fall on the
floor, not on the cards.
Judge:
Why, that's right!
So... what does this mean?
Phoenix:
Incidentally, we were sitting
in swivel chairs.
Apollo:
S-Swivel chairs!?
Oh man...
Phoenix:
Apollo, try turning the
chair around.
Judge:
The chair was facing the
other way!?
Apollo:
It would have to be.
Apollo:
So, we have to assume that
at the time of the murder...
Apollo:
...the victim's chair was
facing away from the table!
Judge:
When Mr. Wright returned from
informing the police, which
way was the chair facing?
Phoenix:
When I came back to the room,
the body was facing as seen
in this photo.
Apollo:
That would mean... the killer
turned the chair back around.
Kristoph:
...
Phoenix:
Let's take the next step.
Look at the diagram once more.
Phoenix:
We know now the victim was
facing away from the table at
the time of the murder.
Phoenix:
But... this creates another
significant contradiction.
Payne:
A-Again!?
Phoenix:
Let's test your reasoning
skills again, shall we?
Phoenix:
Apollo, whose location on this
diagram contradicts our new
understanding of the crime?
Phoenix:
The victim's? The killer's?
The witness's? The second
witness's?
Phoenix:
Whose location creates a
contradiction if the victim
was facing away?
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The problem with this picture
is... Here!
Judge:
...Um, what exactly is
supposed to be "here"?
Apollo:
...
Ack! Darn sweaty hands!
My finger must've slipped!
Judge:
I hope you didn't do that on
purpose... For your sake.
Judge:
This court does not look
favorably upon those who
waste the court's time!
Apollo:
(Eek!)
Phoenix:
Alright, Apollo.
One more time, OK?
((Present Victim))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Well, the contradicting
position here is the victim's!
Judge:
Again? How many contradictions
can one man have!?
Phoenix:
Though you're certainly giving
him a run for his money.
Apollo:
(Uh oh, I missed again.)
Judge:
contradicting itself out of
a case.
Phoenix:
Oh, give him another chance,
Your Honor.
Phoenix:
As you can see...
Phoenix:
...he quite clearly regrets
his mistakes.
Judge:
...
I'm not sure I see that,
but, very well.
Judge:
One more time, please.
((Present Witness))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The contradicting point is
the location of the witness!
Judge:
Exactly what does the
witness's location contradict?
Apollo:
That is unclear, even to me!
Judge:
...
Judge:
Generally, one does not
announce one's own ignorance
with such... aplomb.
Apollo:
(I have to take pride in
something...)
Judge:
Perhaps you would be kind
enough to try again?
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
What doesn't make sense...
is the second witness!
Kristoph:
You mean to say I don't make
sense?
Apollo:
Oh! Um, no, of course you do,
er, sir.
Kristoph:
As I thought.
Apollo:
(Help...!)
Judge:
Mr. Justice, I'm a little
hard of hearing... Did you
just say something?
Judge:
Would you be kind enough to
show the court one more time
what you mean?
((Present Killer))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The victim was struck from
the front, correct?
Phoenix:
Indeed.
Apollo:
Well, wouldn't it be hard for
the killer to hit him from
the front?
Apollo:
Sitting where his indicator
currently is?
Phoenix:
I would think it'd be quite
hard, yes.
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
Yes, but what you're saying
makes no sense!
Payne:
Why would the victim suddenly
turn to face the wall... in
the middle of a game!
Phoenix:
I believe a sufficient reason
will soon come to light.
Payne:
Wh-
What!?
Phoenix:
There's something in this
diagram that makes far less
sense, actually.
Phoenix:
Look again at the diagram.
Phoenix:
Apollo, if the victim was
struck while he was sitting
as shown here...
Phoenix:
...where would his assailant
be standing?
Phoenix:
Try marking it on the diagram.
Apollo:
Wha--!? B-But...!
Apollo:
(There's no room to put a mark
where the killer should be!)
Phoenix:
Don't worry... Let's think
it through and see what we
find.
Phoenix:
We know the victim was facing
toward the wall at the time of
the crime.
Phoenix:
That's the only thing we know
for sure. Try to forget about
everything else...
Phoenix:
Where would the killer have to
be standing to strike our
victim from the front?
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Well, I guess the killer
would have to be, uh...
Here?
Judge:
...
Payne:
...
Kristoph:
...
Judge:
Anything to say, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
...
Um... Sorry?
Judge:
A little late for that, I'm
afraid. Penalty!
Apollo:
(C'mon, give me a little
hint!)
Phoenix:
Try not to overthink things,
Apollo. What does your
instinct tell you?
((Present front of Victim))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The killer had to be standing,
well... uh...
Here!
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*
Payne:
You get points for flair, but
that's about all you get.
Apollo:
Ack...
(I thought I was on to
something there, too!)
Payne:
I hardly need to point out
that standing there would be
impossible.
Payne:
The victim is facing a solid
cupboard!
Payne:
Or are you claiming the killer
climbed the cupboard and hit
him from above? Hah!
Phoenix:
It's simple logic, really...
Phoenix:
If this was the only place
the killer could have been
standing...
Phoenix:
...then that means that,
at the very moment of the crime...
Apollo:
Wait! I know!
Apollo:
At the moment of the crime,
the cupboard... wasn't there!
Judge:
What's this now!?
Phoenix:
I mean, that's the only
explanation! Right, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
...
Phoenix:
Your Honor!
I have a suggestion for the
defense.
Phoenix:
We should arrange to examine
the cupboard in the Hydeout
immediately!
Judge:
Bailiff! Send a team to the
crime scene immediately!
Judge:
Have them try to move the
cupboard!
Phoenix:
Ah, Your Honor?
Judge:
What?
Phoenix:
There's one more thing your
men should look for.
Phoenix:
Please give this to the
bailiff.
Judge:
Hmm...? Mmm, yes... I see.
Judge:
You do belong in the courtroom
after all, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
I do my best.
Phoenix:
But let's forge ahead here
while we wait.
Phoenix:
Look at the diagram once
again. It's been changed.
Phoenix:
If the killer was standing
here at the time of the
crime...
Phoenix:
...then this cupboard wasn't
here. Which means...
Phoenix:
Apollo, try moving the
cupboard.
Phoenix:
Thank you.
Phoenix:
As you can see, the cupboard
was the problem.
Phoenix:
At the time of the murder,
it has to have been as shown
here.
Phoenix:
Now everything is in place
to reconstruct the moment of
the crime... Oh, my!
Phoenix:
What's this...?
Judge:
Wh-What is it now!?
Phoenix:
Look at the diagram of the
crime scene once more.
Phoenix:
It appears we've found yet
another contradiction...
Phoenix:
What I believe to be the
final contradiction, in fact.
Apollo:
(Huh? Oh dang!)
Phoenix:
Notice something, Apollo?
Phoenix:
Our line of deduction is
rapidly approaching its
logical conclusion.
Judge:
Now then. Mr. Justice, please
point to the new contradicting
indicator!
Judge:
Is it the victim? The killer?
The witness? The second
witness?
Judge:
Which indicator in this
diagram contradicts what
we know about the crime?
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This indicator has to be
wrong!
Judge:
Which indicator is that?
I'm not sure I see anything
there.
Apollo:
...
Um... Look closer?
Judge:
Oh yes, I see something there
now... Why, it's a penalty!
Judge:
Mr. Justice, once more
with feeling, please.
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor.
((Present Killer))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The indicator that doesn't
make sense here is the
killer!
Judge:
Oh really!?
Apollo:
Y-Yeah really! Well, maybe
really...
Judge:
It would behoove the defense
to be really sure before
wasting our valuable time!
Judge:
Penalty!
Apollo:
(Maybe if I just came clean
and admitted that I'm totally
lost he'd go easy on me...)
Judge:
Mr. Justice!
The court will have your
answer one more time!
Judge:
And for the love of all that
is right and good, please
think before you point.
((Present Victim))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The indicator in question
is... the victim's!
Judge:
I... see no particular
problem with the victim's
location.
Apollo:
Ah, good. That's good to know.
Judge:
No, it's not!
Penalty!
Judge:
Once more, if you would.
Correctly, this time.
((Present Witness))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
What doesn't make sense is
the witness!
Judge:
Ms. Olga Orly? Wasn't she
unconscious at the time?
Apollo:
...
Erm, yes, I suppose she was.
Judge:
I fail to see how an
unconscious witness could
contradict anything.
Judge:
Yet this conscious judge can
penalize you, and he just did.
Apollo:
Your Honor!
One more chance, please!
Judge:
I suppose. Do give it some
thought this time.
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Um, about this cupboard...
Apollo:
Are we all OK with assuming
it was moved?
Phoenix:
Sure, why not?
Apollo:
Well, if it was... something
really doesn't fit.
Apollo:
The cupboard would completely
cover up the window to the
stairs!
Judge:
Aaah!!!
Apollo:
That's right!
Someone standing outside
wouldn't be able to see in.
Apollo:
Someone... like Mr. Gavin!
Kristoph:
What...
What did you say?
Phoenix:
Oh? Is the "Coolest Defense
in the West" losing his cool?
Kristoph:
Nnk...! Don't expect me to
play along with your little
game, Wright.
Phoenix:
It's only a game until someone
gets killed, Mr. Gavin.
Phoenix:
And someone was... while the
window to that room was
blocked by a cupboard.
Kristoph:
...
Phoenix:
So, Mr. Gavin. Perhaps you'd
like to explain to the court.
Phoenix:
Exactly where did you witness
the crime scene from?
Kristoph:
Nnn... Nnnk!
Bailiff:
Excuse me, Your Honor!
Judge:
Order!!! This is a court of
law and I will have order!
Bailiff:
We... We just now received
word from our investigative
team at the Borscht Bowl Club!
Bailiff:
They've examined the cupboard
in the Hydeout, Your Honor!
Judge:
Oh...? And what did they find?
Bailiff:
Well, Your Honor...
Bailiff:
It turns out there is a
secret passage behind it!
Judge:
Whaaaaat!?
Phoenix:
Ah yes. I believe I mentioned
something of the sort before.
Phoenix:
This is one of the tricks to
the room many of our regulars
know about...
Apollo:
(I do remember him saying
something about that, now
that he mentions it.)
Phoenix:
A secret passage is a handy
thing to have when you're
engaged in illegal goings-on.
Phoenix:
Never know when you might need
to duck away from the eyes of
the law.
Apollo:
So the room has a secret
passage. Where does it go?
Phoenix:
The other side connects to the
restaurant above.
Phoenix:
The underworld bosses could
get away from the cops...
Phoenix:
And enjoy a cold bowl of
borscht, no doubt.
Phoenix:
Just like our killer.
Phoenix:
You see where our line of
simple deductive reasoning
has led us, Apollo?
Apollo:
(I see it, but I don't believe
it.)
Apollo:
(That girl wasn't kidding when
she said I needed this trump
card for the last hand.)
Apollo:
At the time of the murder,
the window was blocked, and
the victim's hat...
Apollo:
...was only off his head for
the few minutes between
Mr. Smith's murder...
Apollo:
...and Mr. Wright's return
from calling the cops.
Apollo:
In other words, the only place
anyone could've seen the
victim's bald head...
Apollo:
...was from inside the
Hydeout!
Apollo:
...Well, Mr. Gavin?
(Come on, say something!)
Kristoph:
...
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
Dare I ask what really
happened that night?
Apollo:
Actually, I think we can
probably figure it out
ourselves at this point.
Apollo:
That night, for whatever
reason...
Apollo:
Our killer had a date with
Mr. Smith... A date with
destiny.
Apollo:
There he crouched, hidden in
the secret passageway behind
the cupboard...
Apollo:
Holding his breath, waiting
for just the right moment...
Apollo:
Then the chance came...
and he took it!
Auuuuuuuugh!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
What... Why did you do that!?

Wait here, I'll get help.
Apollo:
Ms. Olga Orly was out cold,
struck by Mr. Smith...
Apollo:
But his time was soon to come.
Mr. Wright went upstairs to
call the cops.
Apollo:
Leaving Mr. Shadi Smith
alone in the Hydeout with the
unconscious dealer.
Apollo:
Then our killer stepped out
from the secret passage and
into the Hydeout.
Phoenix:
The victim must have heard
the cupboard sliding aside.
Apollo:
He wheeled his chair around
to look, and...
Phoenix:
...After the deed was done,
the criminal must have seen
the blood on the card.
Phoenix:
He would have, of course,
realized the need to destroy
the evidence.
Phoenix:
That single spot of blood
told the whole story of the
crime.
Apollo:
Too bad for him he didn't
linger any longer in the
Hydeout that night.
Apollo:
If he had, he might have
noticed the cards on the
floor...
Apollo:
And the fact that they
were all red!
Kristoph:
Nnnrgk!
Judge:
Well, it seems this trial...
Judge:
...has taken yet another turn.
Judge:
I'm truly, truly sorry I had
to see this day come,
Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
...
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin...?
Judge:
Mr. Payne!!!
Payne:
Yeeeearrrk!?
Ahem. Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
The prosecution will continue
its investigation!
Judge:
As for Mr. Phoenix Wright,
the defendant, he his hereby
cleared of all suspicion.
Payne:
Gwwaaaarrk!?
Judge:
Believe me when I say that I
don't believe this is
happening, Mr. Gavin.
Judge:
But, I'm afraid circumstances
call for me to issue a warrant
for your arrest. Immediately.
Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*
Kristoph:
Oh, no need to apologize.
I rather enjoyed myself.
Kristoph:
It's not every day you get to
witness a legendary attorney's
dirty tactics first hand...
Phoenix:
Your point, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Frankly, Your Honor,
I'm shocked.
Kristoph:
That a person of your caliber
would be taken in by such a
low-grade parlor trick...
Judge:
Erm...
Excuse me?
Kristoph:
The defendant is "cleared of
all suspicion"...?
Kristoph:
This is hardly the time for
jokes, Your Honor.
Kristoph:
Mr. Wright hasn't proven
anyone's guilt or innocence
here.
Kristoph:
What he has done is use
illegal evidence to put
the blame on someone else!
Kristoph:
And not just anyone else, but
me, his own defense attorney!
Judge:
I-Illegal evidence?
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
Let me ask you, Mr. Gavin...
Phoenix:
Is there still any reason,
at present, to suspect me
of wrongdoing?
Kristoph:
...Of course. This bottle,
for instance.
Apollo:
The bottle of grape juice
Mr. Wright was drinking...
Kristoph:
How do you intend to explain
away the fingerprints on the
murder weapon?
Kristoph:
And not just any fingerprints,
am I right, Mr. Payne?
Payne:
Er, a-actually, yes. The
fingerprints on the bottle
were, erm, upside-down.
Apollo:
...!
Apollo:
(I seem to recall this being
an issue earlier...)
Kristoph:
The court, and this case,
demand an explanation.
Kristoph:
I can think of only one
reason why one would hold
a bottle upside-down.
Kristoph:
...And that is to hit someone
with the bottom of the bottle.
Well, Your Honor?
Judge:
Hmm...!
Phoenix:
Ah, see how the caught fish
squirms to the last...
Well, Apollo?
Apollo:
Y-Yes!?
Phoenix:
Your boss seems awfully
concerned about this bottle
still...
Phoenix:
But I'm sure you can come
up with a suitable
explanation... Just like that.
Apollo:
Um... Yeah.
(Just like what!?)
Apollo:
(Why would anyone grab a
bottle upside-down, other
than to... *gulp*)
Phoenix:
Don't let him trick you into
thinking his explanation is
the only legitimate one.
Apollo:
Um... Is there really another?
Phoenix:
Court Record.
Phoenix:
I believe you'll find a
simple answer there...
In plain sight.
Apollo:
(Um, how about you just say
the answer in plain words?)
Judge:
It... would be hasty to
deliver a verdict with
unanswered questions, indeed.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
(Mr. Gavin said that the
court, and this case,
demand an explanation...)
Apollo:
(Don't worry. Justice won't
leave until justice is done.)
Judge:
Perhaps the defense would care
to enlighten the court?
Judge:
What evidence do you have to
explain why the fingerprints
on the bottle are upside-down?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
...
Payne:
...
Kristoph:
...
Apollo:
...
Judge:
Now seems like the perfect
time... for a penalty.
Apollo:
(What do they expect!? I have
no idea how to explain it.)
Phoenix:
...You're thinking too hard,
Apollo.
Phoenix:
The answer's right in front
of you. Just reach down and
pick it up.
Phoenix:
...Or try picturing situations
in which one might grab a
bottle upside-down.
((Present Olga's Photo))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
It's actually easier to show
you than explain, Your Honor.
Apollo:
Place that bottle on the
floor, next to your chair.
Judge:
Excuse me? On the floor?
Apollo:
Yes. Now, reach down and
pick it up.
Apollo:
...Without getting out of
your chair.
Payne:
Ah...!
Apollo:
See? You naturally go to
pick up the bottle by its
neck...
Apollo:
...with your fingers
upside-down!
Apollo:
Look at this photograph taken
on the night of the murder.
Apollo:
The defendant, Mr. Wright,
sat here...
Apollo:
...playing piano, bottles of
grape juice on the floor to
the side of his piano bench.
Apollo:
He would have naturally
picked up the bottles
upside-down several times.
Judge:
Wow! I can't believe it was
that simple!
Phoenix:
Recall our dinner that
evening, Kristoph.
Kristoph:
...
Phoenix:
I was drinking my usual
juice then, too.
Apollo:
Basically... you used
the bottle on the table
to do the deed...
Apollo:
But then you must have
remembered!
Apollo:
So you went and picked up one
of the bottles from under
the piano...
Apollo:
And you switched the bottles!
Apollo:
You took one of Mr. Wright's
bottles and made it look like
the murder weapon!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!
What do you have to say to
these charges, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Fascinating...
Kristoph:
So this is the legendary
attorney's famed tactic of
misdirection...
Apollo:
Wh-What!?
Kristoph:
You claim that I switched
the bottle?
Kristoph:
Where is your proof?
Apollo:
P-Proof!?
Well, that's, uh...
Kristoph:
As I thought. More baseless
conjecture.
Kristoph:
I'm afraid your "bottle" of
proof is quite empty...
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
I wouldn't be so sure about
that.
Kristoph:
...!
Phoenix:
...Your Honor.
Phoenix:
When you initiated the
investigation of the
Hydeout earlier...
Phoenix:
...do you recall I requested
an additional investigation?
Judge:
Ah, yes, I have your memo
about that here.
Judge:
"Retrieve the bottles from
under the piano at the
Borscht Bowl Club."
Judge:
And here's one of the
bottles in question.
Kristoph:
Hmph!
What, are you going to dust
that for fingerprints, too?
Kristoph:
I would be surprised if any
were on that but his.
Apollo:
(Mr. Gavin probably wouldn't
make such a novice mistake,
true...)
Apollo:
(That bottle won't bear a
trace of anything!)
Phoenix:
Say, Apollo...
Apollo:
Y-Yes!
Phoenix:
Why don't you go ahead and
examine that bottle.
Apollo:
B-But why?
Phoenix:
Just humor me.
Apollo:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
That bottle will solve this
case once and for all.
Apollo:
What!?
Apollo:
(That's some bottle!)
=Examine Label=
Apollo:
Grape juice... How long has
it been since I drank grape
juice?
Apollo:
Apparently, it's Mr. Wright's
favorite drink. I wonder how
well it goes with borscht?
=Examine Card Inside Bottle=
Apollo:
...!
There's something inside
the bottle!
Apollo:
Wh-What's this?
Kristoph:
Th-That card...!
It can't be...!
Phoenix:
Recall that unpleasant woman's
testimony for a moment...
Apollo:
Er, Ms. Olga Orly?
Phoenix:
Yes, our little swindling
devotchka.
Olga:
Olga:
Olga:
The trap failed.
Apollo:
W-Wait, this isn't...!
Apollo:
You're telling me that this
is the planted card you
"disposed of"?
Apollo:
The one you mentioned in
this piece of testimony?
Phoenix:
I happened to put my hand in
my pocket...
and found a card.
Phoenix:
Yes, I snuck a peek at it and
found it was the Five of
Hearts.
Phoenix:
I had a feeling something
might happen so I disposed of
the card... before the game.
Judge:
Disposed...
Where!?
Phoenix:
There was an empty bottle
of grape juice I had been
drinking right beside me.
Phoenix:
I threw the card inside the
bottle.
Phoenix:
The Five of Hearts...
This is the card!
Phoenix:
The bottles were swapped.
Phoenix:
And the only one who could
have done that was the fourth
person in the club that night.
Phoenix:
You, Mr. Kristoph Gavin.
Payne:
...
Judge:
...
Phoenix:
...That is all.
Kristoph:
Is... this your idea of
revenge, Phoenix Wright?
Judge:
Revenge...?
Kristoph:
Revenge for the events that
took away your attorney's
badge seven years ago!
Phoenix:
...
Phoenix:
My past is like my logic,
straight and true.
Phoenix:
Nothing's changed.
Phoenix:
All I did was point the finger
of justice in the proper
direction.
Kristoph:
...
Fine.
Kristoph:
I'm glad we could have this
little tête-à-tête, Wright.
Phoenix:
...
Payne:
This... This is insane!
What about me!? Don't I get
to prosecute anyone!?
Judge:
I believe this time we've
finally come to the end
of our trial.
Judge:
Mr. Payne... do you have
a report for us on Kristoph
Gavin?
Payne:
...He's admitted everything.
We're processing his arrest
now.
Judge:
I see. Still, one has to
wonder why he would do
such a thing...
Judge:
He didn't even have a
connection to the victim...
did he?
Payne:
Er...
None that we know of.
Judge:
Mr. Wright, have you anything
to add?
Phoenix:
...
Phoenix:
I'm afraid I can't shed any
more light on the matter.
Judge:
About this victim, Mr. Shadi
Smith...
Judge:
His occupation was listed
as "traveler"...
Judge:
An odd profession to be sure,
and that's all we know about
him!
Payne:
...I'll arrange a follow-up
investigation, Your Honor.
Judge:
Good.
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes?
Judge:
Seven years... and you still
haven't lost your touch.
Phoenix:
Kristoph Gavin...
Phoenix:
...was a man with much
significance for me.
Phoenix:
Both as a friend... and a
lawyer.
Judge:
He was extremely talented,
to be sure.
Phoenix:
I needed two things before
I could confront him:
Phoenix:
The first was a place where
no injustice would be
tolerated... This courtroom.
Phoenix:
The second was a man who
would tolerate no injustice...
Phoenix:
In other words, a defense
attorney. You, Apollo.
Apollo:
Me...?
Phoenix:
A dark time is coming for
our legal system...
Phoenix:
A twisting of justice brought
on by our very own court
system.
Phoenix:
We have to set it right.
Apollo:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Our work lies ahead of us...
and I, for one, am looking
forward to it.
Judge:
Well, this seems like a good
time to announce a verdict.
Judge:
defendant, Mr. Phoenix
Wright...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
---
April 20, 4:28 PM
District Court
---
Phoenix:
Thanks, Apollo.
Phoenix:
You came through, just like
I thought you would.
Apollo:
I'm pretty sure I didn't
do a thing in there!
Apollo:
It was you who cornered
Mr. Gav... the killer.
Phoenix:
I couldn't have done it
by myself.
Phoenix:
You sensed it too, today,
didn't you? Your... ability.
Apollo:
...Ability?
Phoenix:
Yes... a sensitivity I lack.
You'll come to understand it
soon enough.
Apollo:
(Wait, I wonder if he
means...)
Apollo:
I have one question for the
witness then.
Apollo:
You say you saw the moment
the defendant hit the victim.
...Is this true?
Olga:
O-Of course it's true!
Apollo:
(What's this weird vibe
I'm getting!?)
Apollo:
What... What was that,
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
You'll have to find the answer
to that question yourself.
Apollo:
The answer... Right...
Apollo:
Today was full of questions
without answers... Most of
them about Mr. Gavin.
Phoenix:
What possible reason could
he have had to commit murder?
Phoenix:
Perhaps you'll learn that
in the days to come...
Apollo:
Huh? Wait... You don't know,
do you?
Phoenix:
This locket is the key...
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, that reminds me,
I met the girl whose picture
is in your locket.
Apollo:
Your... daughter, right?
Phoenix:
That's right. She's my
daughter.
Phoenix:
You know, you were right about
this locket.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Phoenix:
I took this off his neck the
night he died.
Phoenix:
...But it looks like our
dear "Russian" scam artist
saw me.
Phoenix:
So the truth is, this locket
really did belong to him.
Apollo:
Wait! But that's perjury!!!
Apollo:
You testified! You said
that locket was yours!
Phoenix:
I said no such thing,
actually.
Apollo
Huh?
Phoenix:
I merely said that it was
"a locket" with my daughter's
picture inside.
Phoenix:
A subtle distinction, but
a distinction none the less.
Phoenix:
And it's the truth.
Apollo:
Wait, but then... why!?
Apollo:
Why was the victim wearing
a locket with a picture of
your daughter inside it!?
Phoenix:
Sometimes the straightest
path to the truth isn't the
best one... Give it time.
Phoenix:
You're still just getting
started with your career.
Apollo:
...Speaking of which, I may
be out of a job. I work for
Gavin Law Offices, after all.
Apollo:
(I still can't believe I just
saw Mr. Gavin get led away
in handcuffs...)
Phoenix:
...
Apollo.
Apollo:
Yes?
Phoenix:
How about coming to work for
me?
Apollo:
Eh!? You mean... at the
Wright & Co. Law Offices!?
Apollo:
I mean... there's not a single
attorney in my generation that
doesn't know it!
Phoenix:
I can't imagine that to
be true, but...
Apollo:
Wait.. but didn't you...
You're not a...
Phoenix:
Oh, I turned in my badge, yes.
I'm not an attorney anymore.
Apollo:
(That incident seven years
ago...)
Apollo:
(That legendary trial...)
Apollo:
(And at the middle of it all
was one man...
Phoenix Wright!)
Apollo:
(The case reached its sad
conclusion.. and he left
law for good.)
Apollo:
Have you ever thought about
coming back to the courts?
Phoenix:
I'm... not qualified to stand
in a court of law, I'm afraid.
Phoenix:
Didn't you notice in today's
trial?
Phoenix:
There was a single piece of
forged evidence.
Apollo:
Forged evidence!?
about!?
Phoenix:
I'm talking about evidence
that shouldn't have existed.
A naughty magician's trick...
Apollo:
(Hmm... One piece of evidence
struck me as odd, it's true.)
Apollo:
(It just seemed, well, too
perfect.)
Apollo:
(I'll bet this was the
forged evidence.)
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
...
Or maybe you didn't notice.
Apollo:
(Hmm, guess that wasn't it.)
Phoenix:
No matter, I'll tell you.
It was this.
Apollo:
...Ah.
(The card that girl gave me!)
Phoenix:
Frankly, this couldn't have
been found at the scene of
the crime.
((Present Bloody Ace))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
You mean this, don't you?
Apollo:
I got this from your, erm,
your daughter, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Yes... That card couldn't have
been found at the crime scene.
Phoenix:
Why? Because the killer took
it with him when he left.
Phoenix:
Leaving the wrong card in
its place... luckily for us.
Kristoph:
The court can't accept this
evidence! It's a fraud!
Phoenix:
A fraud? How can you be so
sure?
Phoenix:
I would think the only person
who could claim it was a
fraud...
Phoenix:
...would be the one who took
the real card from the crime
scene... The real killer!
Kristoph:
...!
Phoenix:
My verdict was already
handed down... seven
years ago.
Apollo:
Then... You really...?
Phoenix:
Yes.
I forged this card.
Phoenix:
One look at the crime scene
should've told you it wasn't
real.
Apollo:
But... But you can't do
something like that and
call yourself an attorney!
Phoenix:
Who's calling themselves an
attorney, Apollo?
Apollo:
So it's true...
Apollo:
The rumor is true!
Apollo:
Seven years ago...
Phoenix:
...
Phoenix:
None of that matters much
now, does it?
Apollo:
...!
Nnngh...
Grrrraarrrgh!
Phoenix:
...
Apollo:
(I... I punched him...)
Phoenix:
...
Phoenix:
...It's your story from here
on out, Apollo.
Phoenix:
Perhaps I can help you turn
the next page...
Phoenix:
My office's address.
Drop in, if you like.
Apollo:
Mr. Wright...
Phoenix:
Oh, about your uppercut...
Phoenix:
Try yelling, "Take that!"
next time. I find it packs
a little more punch.
Phoenix:
And Apollo, thanks for today.
I had a good time.
Apollo:
And with that, Mr. Wright
walked out the door.
Apollo:
...And that's how my first
trial ended.
Apollo:
A lot of mysteries went
unsolved...
Apollo:
And, at the time, I had no
idea they were all related.
Apollo:
Every mystery that day...
Apollo:
...connected by a single
thread of logic...
Apollo:
I'd find that out soon enough.
Apollo:
My name is Apollo Justice,
attorney at law. And this
is how my story begins...
THE END
============================
Episode 2
Turnabout Corner
Day 1: Investigation -20101-
============================
As long as we draw breath,

the Wheel of Fate turns...
Spining big crimes and

little crimes together.
And when the Wheel stops...
You die.
---
June 15, 9:12 AM
Wright & Co. Law Offices
---
---------
Profiles \
----------------------------
Phoenix Wright
Age: 33
Gender: Male
A pianist who can't play a
lick. Formerly an ace defense
----------------------------
Apollo:
(Two months have passed
since Mr. Gavin's arrest.)
Apollo:
(My first trial, and I lost
both my mentor and my job.)
Apollo:
(Yeah, I'll admit it.
I was screwed.)
Apollo:
(But even when I hit bottom,
I told myself I'd never
come here. Honest.)
Apollo:
(Here being the legendary
Wright & Co. Law Offices.)
Apollo:
(OK, Justice, time to
stop trembling.)
???:
Ah! You must be here for the
interview. Right this way.
Apollo:
Huh?
???:
Hello there! You've found the
Wright place! Welcome!
Apollo:
Uh... Ah...
(What's with this girl!?)
???:
Well now, shall we begin?
Apollo:
Begin... what?
???:
Right, first things first...
Any special talents?
Apollo:
Erm, talents?
???:
Yes, well, you must have
at least one!
Apollo:
Well... Uh... I guess...
Defending?
???:
"Defending"... An unusual
talent, but it'll do.
???:
With a little jazzing up,
of course.
Apollo:
Y-You think so...?
???:
Let's give it a go, shall we?
Apollo:
Huh?
???:
Go ahead! Show me! Defend!
???:
Just give it all you've got.
Don't hold back now!
Apollo:
Wh-What are you talking about?
I can't just "defend" here!
???:
First lesson: A professional
can perform anywhere!
Apollo:
...Thanks.
???:
We want people to be laughing
with us...
???:
...not at us!
Apollo:
...Thanks.
Apollo:
But I'm not sure why they
should be laughing at all.
???:
What...?
???:
What exactly do you think
you came here to do?
Apollo:
What? Um, defend... No?
???:
...
???:
Excuse me, but do you know
where you are?
Apollo:
Huh!? The Wright & Co. Law
Offices, right?
???:
...Oh.
???:
I was afraid of that. Don't
worry, you're not the first.
Apollo:
Look, what's going on here?
Who are you?
Apollo:
I came here to meet with the
person in charge...
???:
Well, you've apparently made
no fewer than two mistakes.
Apollo:
Mistakes?
But I got a call from
Mr. Wright this morning!
???:
Perhaps you should go read
the sign out front again?
Apollo:
What's there to read!?
Look, it says right there...
Apollo:
...Oh.
Apollo:
Why does it say "Wright
Talent Agency"...?
???:
Welcome to the Wright Talent
Agency, where you've "always
come to the Wright place!"
Trucy:
I'm Trucy Wright, CEO.
I'm a magician.
----------------------------
Trucy Wright
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Future stage magician in
training. Apparently, the
daughter of Phoenix Wright.
----------------------------
Apollo:
(It all came flooding back...
The trial... That girl...)
???:
Hello, sir.
Please, pick a card.
Phoenix:
That's right. She's my
daughter.
Apollo:
Trucy... Wright.
Trucy:
Here, check out our flyer!
Trucy:
So... what's your name?
Apollo:
Apollo... Apollo Justice,
attorney at law.
=Present Badge=
Trucy:
Oh, I've seen one of those
before!
That's an attorney's badge.
Trucy:
It looks just like the
one Daddy used to have.
Trucy:
Now if I take this badge...
And do this, and this...
See! It's gone!
Apollo:
H-Hey! My badge! What'd you
do with my badge!?
Trucy:
No need to worry!
Trucy:
Just look in your pocket!
Apollo:
Huh! No way... My pocket?
(Wait a second... There's
something in there!)
Apollo:
...
It's a flyer for your agency!
Trucy:
And here's your badge. You
can have it back now.
Apollo:
(That's the last time I let
her touch anything of mine.
Period.)
=Examine Spaghetti=
Apollo:
Whoa! That fork is floating!
...Not.
Apollo:
Why do you have a plate of
plastic spaghetti here?
Trucy:
That right there is the whole
reason I became a magician!
Apollo:
Do tell.
Trucy:
I saw a plate just like that
in a restaurant once.
Trucy:
The floating fork looked so
real! That's when I knew...
Trucy:
Someday, I'd make magic more
amazing than that spaghetti!
=Examine Hula Hoop=
Apollo:
That's one of those hula hoop
things everyone was crazy
about way back when.
Trucy:
Really? I had no idea these
were that popular!
Apollo:
I'm not so bad with one
myself, actually.
Trucy:
Eh!? I-I'm still learning...
Trucy:
So you can really make someone
levitate with it? Show me!
Apollo:
Huh!? I-I have no idea how!
(It's just a normal hula
hoop, isn't it?)
=Examine Piano=
Apollo:
There are all sorts of strange
paraphernalia sitting on top
of the piano.
Trucy:
Those are my magic props!
Practice, practice, practice!
Trucy:
A professional never leaves
their weapons far from reach!
Apollo:
But you can't play the piano
with all this junk on it.
Trucy:
Oh, no one plays here anyway.
And the neighbors complain.
Apollo:
(I guess Mr. Wright really
can't play...)
=Examine Photo=
Apollo:
An old, sepia-tinted photo of
a man in a silk top hat.
Trucy:
That's my favorite magician!
I want to be just like him
someday!
Apollo:
(Sure, nice... Guess it's good
to have a role model. Even if
he's gotta be well over 100.)
Trucy:
How rude!
=Examine Split Box=
Apollo:
A strange, split box leers
at me from the wall.
Apollo:
Um, is this one of those boxes
for cutting people in half?
Trucy:
That's right!
This cabinet is used for an
illusion called the "Zig-Zag"!
Apollo:
I've seen one on TV... But why
is one just sitting here in
your office?
Trucy:
Oh, it's a little big for
me, you see.
Trucy:
So I'm using it as furniture.
Trucy:
Hats in the top, shirts in the
middle, and pants down below!
Trucy:
I think it's a nice touch...
don't you?
Apollo:
(It's not exactly what I'd
call a "welcoming" decor.)
=Examine Hat=
Apollo:
A blue silk hat, just like the
one Trucy is wearing.
Trucy:
Oh, that's just for show.
Don't wear it, please!
Apollo:
(Last thought from my mind,
honest.)
Trucy:
I put it there so clients can
see it and know who I am.
Trucy:
Nothing says "magician" like
a silk top hat!
=Examine Plant=
Trucy:
Ack! Don't touch Mr. Charley!
Apollo:
"Mister" Charley...?
Trucy:
He's been in this office much
longer than I have!
Trucy:
Daddy's mentor had a great
fondness for Mr. Charley.
Trucy:
He's lived here since Daddy
was a rookie attorney!
Apollo:
Huh.
(Mr. Charley... riiight.)
Trucy:
Now I take care of him!
=Examine Bookshelf=
Apollo:
All these legal books must be
Mr. Wright's leftovers...
Apollo:
...There's a lot of unrelated
books in here, too.
Apollo:
"One Trick a Day"...
"Magic for Idiots"...
Apollo:
You'd think a pro magician
would aim a bit higher.
=Examine Teapot=
Apollo:
That table... doesn't look
very sturdy.
Trucy:
You've never seen one of
these? It's a magic table!
Apollo:
So, like, you make this
teapot disappear?
Trucy:
So you might think!
But that's not it...
Trucy:
Before your very eyes, the
contents of the pot change!
Trucy:
...From Earl Grey to
Darjeeling!
Apollo:
Kinda hard to see the
difference, I'd think...
=Examine Other=
Apollo:
No clues here.
=Move=
Apollo:
(What's up with this "Wright
Talent Agency"?)
Apollo:
(Guess I'll talk to her and
find out what I can.)
=Talk -> Wright Talent Agency=
Apollo:
So... Is this really a
talent agency?
Trucy:
You bet!
Trucy:
Daddy started it seven years
ago, when he quit law.
Trucy:
Of course, we only have two
people signed up right now.
Apollo:
Two people... Does that
include you?
Trucy:
Trucy Wright, Magician
Extraordinaire!
Trucy:
I've done a lot of stage
shows! Paid, too!
Trucy:
I am a professional, you know.
Apollo:
Er... right.
Trucy:
Promise you'll come to one of
my shows, OK?
Trucy:
Let's see... Oh, and the other
person our agency represents
is...
Trucy:
Phoenix Wright, Pianist Extra
Ordinaire!
Apollo:
Your dad, in other words.
Apollo:
Didn't he say he couldn't
play the piano?
Trucy:
Our agency doesn't see that as
a problem.
Trucy:
Why, there are many magicians
who can't do magic!
Apollo:
At least you're optimistic,
I'll give you that.
=Talk -> Trucy Wright=
Apollo:
So you're his, er... you're
Phoenix Wright's daughter?
Trucy:
That's right! After Daddy
quit law seven years ago...
Trucy:
...I promised I would keep
him fed!
Trucy:
So I'm kind of his sugar
daddy! Get it?
Apollo:
No.
Trucy:
I'm in charge of this whole
office, too.
Trucy:
Pretty amazing for a young
lass of fifteen, wouldn't you
agree!?
Apollo:
F-Fifteen?
Uh, how old is Mr. Wright?
Trucy:
Daddy? Oh... he's 33 this
year.
Apollo:
...I'm sure there's a good
explanation.
(I hope...)
Trucy:
?
=Talk -> Phoenix Wright=
Apollo:
Um, about Mr. Wright giving up
law...
Apollo:
It was because of that
incident seven years ago,
wasn't it...?
Trucy:
Eh? You know about that!?
Apollo:
Not the details.
Apollo:
I remember the news, though.
It was a big deal.
Trucy:
So I hear.
Trucy:
I was too young to understand
what was going on.
Trucy:
I'll ask Daddy about it next
time I get a chance.
Apollo:
Daddy, right... That reminds
me. About Mr. Wright...
Apollo:
He gave me a call this morning
to come in.
Trucy:
Daddy's not here right now.
Trucy:
He's in the hospital.
Apollo:
The hospital!?
Trucy:
Yeah. He's on strict bed rest
until he gets better.
Apollo:
Wh...
What!?
Apollo:
OK...
Apollo:
Which hospital is Mr. Wright
in? I'll pay him a visit.
Trucy:
Oh, the Hickfield Clinic.
It's quite close.
Apollo:
Right. Well, I'll be going
now. And I'll, uh... give this
showbiz gig some thought, OK?
Trucy:
Wait! I'll go with you!
---
June 15, 9:45 AM
Hickfield Clinic
---
Apollo:
(So... this is Mr. Wright's
hospital...)
???:
Eh? Visitors are ya? Hrmm?
Apollo:
Uh, yeah. Are you the...
doctor?
Hickfield:
Ayup. Dr. Hickfield's the
name. Eh he he.
----------------------------
Dr. Hickfield
Age: ??
Gender: Male
A suspicious-looking fellow,
though he apparently is
Mr. Wright's physician.
----------------------------
Trucy:
Good morning, Doctor!
Hickfield:
Oh, hiya there, Trucy.
Cute as ever! Eh he he.
Trucy:
Is... this Daddy's room?
Hickfield:
Oh yah. 'Cept he's gone for a
mornin' checkup. Be back soon.
Hickfield:
How're you, Miss Trucy? Got
any places you'd like...
examined? Eh heh...
Phoenix:
Doctor... the nurse was
looking for you.
Hickfield:
Why, if it isn't the Daddy o'
the cutest lil' thing in town!
Hickfield:
Hrm. Hrmm. Guess I'll be off
then. Eh he? Later, Trucy.
Apollo:
Wow, what an odd bird that
guy was.
Phoenix:
Good morning. Didn't expect
you so soon, Apollo.
Apollo:
Mr. Wright...
=Present Badge=
Phoenix:
What's that? Looks strangely
familiar...
Apollo:
How could you not recognize
an attorney's badge!?
Phoenix:
It's been seven years. I've
forgotten... a lot of things.
Apollo:
(I guess some seven years
are longer than others.)
=Examine Bottle=
Trucy:
Aaaah! Daddy! You snuck some
grape juice in again!?
Trucy:
The doctor said you weren't
supposed to drink that here!
Phoenix:
Trucy.
Look at the label.
Trucy:
...
Oh.
Trucy:
"Deep Sea Mineral Water".
That's fine, I guess.
Phoenix:
I switched the labels. Don't
tell Trucy, 'kay?
Apollo:
(What can I say, the man
loves his grape juice.)
=Examine Piano=
Apollo:
This looks like a child's toy
piano.
Phoenix:
Gotta practice. Wouldn't want
my fingers to get stiff.
Phoenix:
A pro always keeps his weapon
close at hand.
Phoenix:
Shall I play you a tune?
Apollo:
Uh... no thanks.
Phoenix:
Ah, how unfortunate. I so
rarely get a chance to play.
=Examine DVD Stack=
Apollo:
A swaying, spiraling stack
of DVD cases.
Apollo:
"The Steel Samurai",
"The Nickel Samurai"...
Apollo:
"The Pink Princess",
"The Zappy Samurai: Electric
Bugaboo"...
Apollo:
They're all children's action
hero shows...
Phoenix:
This "kid" I know keeps
sending them to me.
Apollo:
Huh.
Like a niece or nephew?
Phoenix:
...Something like that.
Apollo:
Quite the collection. This
kid's parents must be really
generous with their allowance.
Apollo:
(Funny, Mr. Wright doesn't
seem the type that kids
would like.)
=Examine Bed=
Apollo:
Mr. Wright's bed... It's
really messy.
Trucy:
Look how messy this is!
Trucy:
You're just hopeless without
me, aren't you, Daddy?
Apollo:
(Yikes! She's attempting
to clean up! Look out!)
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha. You got me. What can
I say? I was raised in a barn.
Phoenix:
Try not to let word get out,
Apollo. If you don't mind.
Apollo:
(Yeah, it might ruin your
illustrious career pretending
to play the piano.)
=Examine TV=
Apollo:
What's that on TV? Looks like
some sort of action hero
show...
Trucy:
Oh, I know that one!
That's the Sniffling Samurai!
Trucy:
His "Booger Flick" attack is
a big hit with the grade
school crowd.
Apollo:
I had no idea you liked this
kind of stuff, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
Well, what else is there
to do when you're stuck in
bed?
Phoenix:
Besides, the episodes will
just keep piling up if I don't
keep up, you know?
Apollo:
Um... yeah.
(Try not buying them.)
Phoenix:
Now's the only time I get to
watch and write up my reports.
Apollo:
Your... reports?
Phoenix:
It's a long story. Like a
lot of things, actually.
=Talk -> What Happened=
Apollo:
So... what happened?
Phoenix:
...Who could have imagined it?
Phoenix:
Me, victim of a hit and run...
Apollo:
A hit and... You were hit by
a car!?
Phoenix:
Oh, he tried to swerve,
I'll give him that.
Phoenix:
Picture me tossed thirty feet
through the air...
Phoenix:
...only stopping when my
head hit that telephone pole.
Apollo:
You hit a telephone pole with
your head!? Are you OK!?
Phoenix:
Thankfully, my only injury was
a sprained ankle.
Apollo:
(He really is as lucky as
they say...)
=Talk -> About Trucy...=
Apollo:
There's something that, well,
it just doesn't sit right.
Apollo:
I just can't believe you have
a daughter, Mr. Wright!
Apollo:
And... she's so big! Not fat,
but, er, you know what I mean.
Phoenix:
Oh, Trucy's still a child.
Trucy:
Daddy!
How many times do I have
to remind you!
Trucy:
I'm not a child anymore!
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha!
But you'll always be Daddy's
little baby girl to me, Trucy.
Apollo:
(Ah ha ha, my foot. I'm
not buying it.)
Phoenix:
Oh, something you should know
about Trucy...
Apollo:
She's a magician, right?
She told me.
Phoenix:
Not a mere stage magician...
She's a genius.
Trucy:
Tee hee! Aw, Daddy!
Phoenix:
You'll soon come to appreciate
her "talent".
Apollo:
You could just tell me things
instead of insinuating them.
=Talk -> Wright Talent Agency=
Apollo:
So, why did you contact me?
Apollo:
What could the Wright Talent
Agency possibly want with me?
Phoenix:
No need to get prickly, now.
Apollo:
Hey, I didn't ask to be
dragged in like this!
Trucy:
Huh? But didn't you come into
the office of your own free
will anyway?
Apollo:
Well, yeah, of course.
Apollo:
"Help! We're in big trouble here
at the office! Big!"
Apollo:
...I thought someone was
dying.
Phoenix:
So you don't think this is
big trouble?
Phoenix:
My talent agency represents
only two people... and one of
them is in the hospital.
Trucy:
That's right, Daddy! How are
we going to pay this month's
rent!? And the groceries!?
Phoenix:
Yeah... That's the problem
with such a tight operation.
Phoenix:
It's a symbiotic relationship.
When one of us falls, the
other, too, must fall...
Apollo:
Hey! This isn't exactly a
suitable conversation to be
having with a 15 year old kid!
Phoenix:
In any case, if Apollo here
can't help you...
Phoenix:
...you'll have to transfer to
a new school. Again.
Trucy:
No! I can't! I only just made
friends...
Trucy:
How could you do this to me...
to us!? Polly...
Apollo:
Huh? What? Now it's my fault?
Phoenix:
On that note, how about you
come work for us?
Phoenix:
I've got the perfect client
for you already lined up.
Apollo:
A... A client?
Apollo:
(You mean I get to do my job?
I get to defend in court!?)
Apollo:
...Alright. I'll hear what
you have to say.
Trucy:
You got him, Daddy!
Hook, line, and sinker!
Phoenix:
Ah ha. Now it's time to reel
him in!
Apollo:
(It's official: I'm scared.)
=Talk -> Our Client=
Apollo:
Alright, so who's the client?
Phoenix:
Ah, yes. Here, take a look
at the map and I'll explain.
Phoenix:
Last night, I left the office
just before nine o'clock...
Phoenix:
I was going to that Indochine
pasta joint, Alden Tae's.
Phoenix:
I play piano there, of course.
Phoenix:
...That's when it happened!
Phoenix:
The car sent me flying, nicked
a telephone pole...
Phoenix:
...and zoomed away.
Creepy, huh?
Apollo:
Just a tad.
Apollo:
It's almost as creepy as
hearing you tell the story
like it was no big deal.
Phoenix:
The car sped off in this
direction...
Phoenix:
...So, good luck!
Apollo:
...Huh?
Phoenix:
You wanted a client, didn't
you? Well, I'm your client!
Phoenix:
Find the guy who knocked me
into that telephone pole!
Apollo:
Whoa, hold on! I'm a defense
attorney, not a detective!
Phoenix:
Don't worry. Once you've found
the guy, I intend to sue him.
Phoenix:
Then you can stick it to him
in court!
Apollo:
...I'm not a prosecutor
either!
Apollo:
I'm sorry, but... this is
crazy. I'm going home.
Phoenix:
Don't get so worked up.
It was just a joke.
Apollo:
Huh?
Trucy:
Oh, Daddy.
Sorry, Apollo.
He just loves jokes, you know.
Trucy:
Even the ones that aren't
very funny.
Phoenix:
Your real client should be
stopping by the office any
time now.
Apollo:
The office... You mean the
talent agency?
Apollo:
(No harm in going. It's not
like I have anything else
to do.)
Phoenix:
...One more thing.
Phoenix:
Do look into my accident too,
would you?
Phoenix:
I marked the scene of the
tragedy on this map.
Phoenix:
It's right in front of this
park. Should be easy to find.
Apollo:
(So, he's going to make me
investigate this after
all...)
** Map added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Map
Type: Maps
Received from
Phoenix Wright
Shows the area around
Mr. Wright's office. Touch
----------------------------
=Talk -> Our Client (again)=
Same as above, stops at "I'm going home."
=Present Map=
Phoenix:
I've marked the location of
the accident on your map.
Phoenix:
Find the criminal who knocked
me into that telephone pole!
=Move -> Wright Talent Agency=
---
June 15, 10:05 AM
Wright Talent Agency
---
???:
Hey hey hey!
???:
How long you planning on
making me wait, eh!?
Trucy:
Ah! Good morning!
???:
Hey there, Trucy-doll.
???:
Sounds like your pops had
a bit of a rough spot, eh?
Trucy:
All's well that ends well,
I guess...
Apollo:
(This... is our client?)
???:
Hey! So this is that Pollo
fellow, eh?
Apollo:
Oh, uh, y-yes?
(The name's "Apollo".)
???:
Look at 'im there, arms all
crossed-like. Ready to fight!
Apollo:
Yes, sir! ...You don't mean
that literally, do you?
???:
The boss told you what I need,
right? Don't let me down now,
Pollo!
Apollo:
Don't worry about your defense
sir, I'm on it!
???:
Defense...?
???:
Your noodle half-cooked? It's
too late for defense!
???:
My castle's been stormed! My
keep's been kept! My noodle
stand's been stolen!
Apollo:
N-Noodle...?
Trucy:
You know Mr. Eldoon from the
noodle stand, don'cha, Polly?
Apollo:
No nicknames, please. And no,
of course I don't know him!
???:
You new in these parts?
Apollo:
Not really...
???:
Then you know the best noodles
in town: Eldoon's Noodles!
Apollo:
Uh, whose noodles?
???:
My noodles! Er, help me out
here, Trucy-doll.
Trucy:
This is Mr. Guy Eldoon...
our client!
Trucy:
Maybe you can tell us what
the problem is, Mr. Eldoon?
Guy:
Anything for you, Trucy-doll!
----------------------------
Guy Eldoon
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Proprietor of the noodle
stand "Eldoon's Noodles".
----------------------------
=Present Badge=
Guy:
Yee haw! Attaboy!
Way to flash 'em!
Guy:
Ol' Phoenix used to do that
to my pops all the time.
Trucy:
Your father...?
Guy:
Yup, he'd whip that bad boy
out 'n' say "Put it on my tab,
you know I'm good for it."
Apollo:
(A tab at a noodle joint?)
=Present Other=
Guy:
Sorry, fellah, but the only
business I'm concerned with
is my business.
Guy:
You gotta help me out!
Get my business back!
=Talk -> Who's this guy?=
Apollo:
So...
You run a noodle stand, Mr....
Guy:
Eldoon. Guy Eldoon's the name!
And noodles are my game.
Guy:
The secret's in the soup! I've
been searching for the perfect
soup for a year 'n' a half.
Apollo:
Oh. That's... not that long,
really.
Guy:
My family's been noodle men
for generations. Got a lot of
expectation on my shoulders.
Guy:
Fifteen fathers passing the
noodle to fifteen sons.
Trucy:
That's a pretty old noodle!
Guy:
Aye, and fool that I was, I
pushed it away.
Guy:
I rebelled against my pops,
and picked another livelihood.
Guy:
But... that didn't turn out
so well.
Apollo:
Oh.
Guy:
There was no denying it...
Guy:
Salty broth runs through these
veins, boy!
Trucy:
So, it was like destiny that
you became what you are.
Guy:
Right, destiny's the word!
Oh, I fought it...
Guy:
...but in the end I was bound
by the twisted noodle of fate!
Apollo:
(Not a mental image I care
to linger on.)
Guy:
So, last year, I started my
noodle stand.
Guy:
The 15th generation of
Eldoon's Noodles!
=Talk -> Eldoon's Noodles=
Apollo:
Um... So tell me more about
Eldoon's Noodles.
Guy:
You don't know the genius
that are my noodles!?
Guy:
I make 'em so salty, why,
they're saltier than... salt!
Apollo:
(Now I really don't want to
find out.)
Trucy:
Daddy's a regular at his
noodle stand.
Guy:
He frequented my pops's stand
back during his attorney
days, too.
Guy:
Yep, him and his assistant.
Apollo:
I'm sorry... I'll be sure to
drop by your stand soon.
Guy:
Wish you could, sonny!
Apollo:
Eh?
Guy:
Heck, I wish I could! I'd give
anything for a bowl 'bout now.
Trucy:
What do you mean?
Guy:
It was stolen!
My stand! Gone!
Apollo:
Stolen...?
=Talk -> Stolen stand=
Guy:
It was last night...
Guy:
I was doing my rounds, blowin'
my whistle.
Trucy:
It's like an ice-cream truck's
bell but louder! He even gets
complaints!
Guy:
Eh heh, now you're just trying
to butter me up.
Apollo:
(That souned more like the
blues than a whistle...)
Guy:
I closed up my stand for the
night and parked by the house.
Guy:
Then, this morning, dark 'n'
early...
Guy:
It was gone! My keep! My
castle! Oooooh!
Apollo:
Maybe some bum carted it off?
Apollo:
...Just guessing here.
Guy:
Well, I don't care who did it!
Without that stand, I'm
finished!
Guy:
All my noodle bowls were in
there, too.
Trucy:
That's the saddest thing
I've heard all day.
Guy:
You know it. Anyhows, that's
the deal. Good luck!
Apollo:
Good... huh? Wait... What
exactly is your request?
Guy:
My noodle stand! Find it!
Guy:
And the day you bring my baby
back is the day you feast on
as many noodles as you want!
Guy:
Course I make it so hot 'n'
salty, two bowls'd kill a man.
Then I'd really need defense!
Apollo:
Speaking of defense, that's
what I do. I'm a lawyer. Not
a detective...
Guy:
This is where I live, you drop
by if you need any info, 'kay?
Guy:
Get it back today if you can,
Pollo! I got noodles to make!
Apollo:
Things have certainly taken
a turn for the bizarre.
Apollo:
Traffic accidents... and
noodle stand thieves.
Trucy:
Um, actually...
Trucy:
There was something I wanted
to ask you about, too, Apollo.
Apollo:
Huh?
(I have a bad feeling
about this.)
Guy:
Ah, listen to the lady's
problem now. Don't be cruel!
Trucy:
I lost something last night.
That is, something was stolen.
Guy:
Hey, what's this? More
thieving and skullduggery!?
Trucy:
Well, um...
Trucy:
Someone stole a pair of my
panties.
Apollo:
...Panties?
=Talk -> Trucy's Request=
Apollo:
Erm, so they were, um, stolen,
your, er...
Trucy:
My panties, yes.
Apollo:
Ah, er, right. Panties.
Guy:
That's a cryin' shame, that
is, Trucy-doll.
Trucy:
I was alone in the office
last night.
Trucy:
I had hung my panties out
the window there to dry...
Trucy:
...when a thief came and took
them! My favorite panties!
Trucy:
I ran after him. "Give those
back!" I shouted. "Wait!"
Apollo:
Well, that was certainly
brave of you.
Trucy:
...But I lost him.
Trucy:
Without those panties, I don't
know what I'll do...
Guy:
A darn cryin' shame, yup.
Trucy:
Well, at least the scene of
the crime is convenient.
Trucy:
I'll mark it on your map!
Guy:
I'll be headin' home now.
Guy:
Remember, find my stand or
there's an empty bowl in
yer future, Pollo!
Apollo:
Er, right.
Guy:
And you help out Trucy-doll
here, too, y'hear?
Trucy:
Things have certainly picked
up, haven't they!
Trucy:
We had no work yesterday, and
now we have three cases!
Apollo:
I... I guess.
Trucy:
Let's see where we stand!
Apollo:
(Not in a courtroom, that's
where.)
Apollo:
Well, the first item on our
list...
Trucy:
Phoenix Wright... Daddy's
hit and run accident.
Trucy:
We have to find the one who
hit him!
Apollo:
...Who's going to pay us for
this again?
Trucy:
And the second item...
Trucy:
Mr. Eldoon's request..
to find his noodle stand.
Apollo:
For which we stand to gain...
a bowl of salty noodles...
Trucy:
And the last request is mine!
Trucy:
To find my stolen panties!
Apollo:
...That bowl of noodles is
looking better and better.
Trucy:
Let's go, Polly!
To the streets!
Apollo:
Aren't you enthusiastic.
Trucy:
How could I not be!?
Trucy:
Let's crack these cases,
you and me!
Apollo:
(*sigh* Guess we might as
well get started...)
Apollo:
(Let's see. A hit and run...
a stolen stand...)
Apollo:
(And last but not least...
stolen panties.)
=Present Anything (except the badge)=
Trucy:
What's that, Polly?
Oh, I know!
Trucy:
You want to see a magic
trick! Well, you've come to
the right girl!
Trucy:
Watch as I make that evidence
disappear, forever!
Apollo:
Whoa! No, don't!
Sorry, my bad!
=Talk -> Panty-snatcher=
Apollo:
(Maybe I should as her
more about her... uh...)
Apollo:
(This is going to be
difficult--)
Trucy:
Apollo!
Apollo:
Yeah?
Trucy:
Your [sic] going to have to press
me for information! Go ahead,
do your worst!
Apollo:
Uh, no thanks, I pass.
Trucy:
You can't "pass"! This is your
job!
Trucy:
Look, I had hung them outside
the window there to dry...
Trucy:
...when a thief came and took
them! My favorite panties!
Trucy:
I ran after him. "Give those
back!" I shouted. "Wait!"
Trucy:
...But I lost him.
Trucy:
I can't live without those
panties! Please find them!
=Talk -> Any leads?=
Apollo:
Well? Do we have any leads?
Trucy:
Hmm...
One moment...
Trucy:
...
Allakazam!
Allakazing!
Apollo:
(Whoa! Where'd all this
evidence come from?)
Trucy:
...
Apollo:
Um... So what happens next?
Trucy:
That's it!
Pretty neat, huh?
Apollo:
...Yeah. Neat.
(*sigh*)
=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=
---
June 15
Hickfield Clinic
---
Apollo:
Huh? Mr. Wright's gone.
Trucy:
Maybe he's gone for an
examination?
Apollo:
He'll probably be back soon.
Let's wait.
Trucy:
I think it might take some
time.
Trucy:
Daddy always loves his
examinations!
Apollo:
(Don't ask, Justice. You don't
want to know.)
Trucy:
Why don't we come back later?
Apollo:
Yeah, I guess you're right.
=Examine Bottle=
Apollo:
A bottle of Mr. Wright's
favorite brand of grape juice.
Apollo:
After that trial, I'll never
drink grape juice again.
Apollo:
Clearly not a problem for
Mr. Wright, however.
=Examine Piano=
Apollo:
A small, children's piano.
Apollo:
I guess the man likes pink.
=Examine DVD Stack=
Apollo:
of DVD cases.
Apollo:
It looks ready to collapse.
Better keep my distance.
=Examine Bed=
Apollo:
Mr. Wright's bed.
Wow, what a mess.
Apollo:
Trucy must be in charge of
cleaning at home.
=Examine TV=
Apollo:
The television's been left
on... to an episode of the
Steel Samurai.
Apollo:
That's the same episode as
before. Must be his favorite.
=Move -> Scene of the Stand Theft=
---
June 15
Scene of the Stand Theft
---
Apollo:
So... what's this place?
Trucy:
This would be Mr. Eldoon's
house, silly.
Apollo:
Oh, so this is where his
stand was stolen from.
Apollo:
I can see a piece of evidence
lying on the ground already.
Trucy:
...Hey!
Trucy:
Look, there's a police car
parked over there.
Apollo:
You're right... What's with
the sparkly... entrance? What
is this place? A hospital?
Apollo:
There's a sign... "Meraktis
Clinic".
Trucy:
Hmm... Oh!
That's where the thief went!
Apollo:
The thief...?
Trucy:
The one who snatcked my
panties! He ran into this
clinic last night!
Trucy:
Wait, maybe that police car
is here to find my panties!
Apollo:
I doubt it.
Trucy:
Well, there's only one way
to be sure! Let's investigate!
Guy:
Ah, there you are, sonny!
Guy:
Well, you find anything yet!?
Apollo:
Er, um, no. Not yet.
Guy:
The longer you loaf around
here the saltier your victory
bowl gets, just remember that!
Apollo:
(This bowl of noodles is
sounding less like payment
and more like punishment...)
=Examine Dog=
Trucy:
Look! A doggy!
Trucy:
Good boy, good boy, Salty!
Apollo:
I'm sure the dog has a real
name, Trucy.
Guy:
Yup, sure does! Name's Spoon.
And it's a she, by the way.
Trucy:
Spoon doesn't seem so lively.
Guy:
She didn't get her bowl of
salty broth this mornin',
that's why.
Guy:
Poor lil' thing.
*sniff*
Trucy:
Apollo! Let's find that stand
soon! For Spoon's sake!
Apollo:
(I'm pretty sure dogs aren't
supposed to eat noodles...)
=Examine Noo Sign=
Apollo:
...That's quite a sign. I take
it that's "NOO" as opposed to
"OLD"?
Guy:
Ah, you like it? Made it
myself, I did.
Guy:
I meant to write "Noodles" but
ran outta space.
Trucy:
Prior planning prevents
poor performance!
Guy:
Lucky for me it spells a word
all by itself! And spruces up
my image, it does!
Apollo:
(It does have a certain power
of willful denial thing going
for it.)
=Examine House=
Trucy:
This house is... well, it's
old!
Guy:
It's been well-loved, that's
for sure. I've lived here with
my wife for many years now.
Guy:
It's got character, though,
just like my soup!
Apollo:
(I always thought character
was a positive thing.)
=Examine Oil Drum=
Apollo:
It looks like the oil drum
is connected to that sink
over there...
Trucy:
Collecting rainwater to do the
dishes! How environmentally
conscious!
Apollo:
You... don't think he uses
rainwater to cook his noodles
and to make the broth, do you?
Trucy:
Oh I'm sure he finds the best
water money can buy! Taste is
his business, you know.
Trucy:
Look, that sign over there!
Trucy:
"Eldoon's only uses water
from all-natural sources!"
Apollo:
...
Apollo:
(I think I'll take a rain
check on eating here.)
=Examine Tarp=
Guy:
That's the place! Right there!
Guy:
That's where I kept my stand.
Covered all nice 'n' purty
with that blue tarp there!
Apollo:
So you used this plastic sheet
to cover your stand at night?
...I see.
Trucy:
You see? What? Did you figure
out why it was stolen!?
Apollo:
Well no, but it does suggest
that the thief knew what he
or she was looking for.
Apollo:
They clearly knew what was
under that sheet.
Guy:
So it wasn't one of those
casual drive-by stand
snatchers, you mean?
Guy:
Not bad, sonny-boy.
Not bad at all!
=Examine Sign Under Drum=
Apollo:
There's a hand-written sign
here... "Save the light!"
Trucy:
"Save the light!" indeed!
Mr. Eldoon's house is
practically in the dark here!
Apollo:
I guess the hospital clinic
next door blocks the sunlight.
Guy:
Everything's gone wrong since
they built this monstrosity!
Guy:
Broth needs sun or it rots!
What's a man to do?
Guy:
They just want my customers to
get food poisoning so they
can turn a pretty profit...
Apollo:
(That seems like a lot of
trouble to go through for
a few extra patients...)
=Examine Bowl=
Apollo:
Is this yours, Mr. Eldoon?
Guy:
Hey! That there's the heart
and soul of Eldoon's Noodles!
Guy:
The bowl absorbs my salty
soup... Pretty soon it's
gonna taste just like noodles!
Trucy:
Wow! It does smell like
noodles!
Guy:
All my other bowls got taken
away with my stand!
Guy:
Get it back for me, sonny-boy,
I'm beggin' ya!
** Bowl added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Bowl
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Eldoon's House.
Custom-made Eldoon's Noodles
bowl. Decorated with the
Eldoon's Noodles mascot.
=Check -> Examine Face in Bowl=
Trucy:
It's the Eldoon's Noodles's
mascot!
Trucy:
Mr. Salty!
He's so cute!
Apollo:
It's not a very endearing
mascot, is it?
Trucy:
You know...
Come to think of it...
Trucy:
...It looks a lot like you,
Apollo. Especially the red
parts.
Apollo:
Can I help it if I like red?
=Check -> Examine Face Under Bowl=
Trucy:
Ooh, look! I love these little
personal touches!
Apollo:
Seems a shame to hide it on
the bottom of the bowl.
Apollo:
...Huh? When I touched it the
paint flaked off.
Trucy:
He must have painted it on by
hand with warm, professional
care!
Apollo:
After buying the cheapest
paint he could find with cold
professional thrift.
----------------------------
=Examine -> Clinic Door=
Trucy:
That doorway sure is sparkly!
Apollo:
The "Meraktis Clinic", huh.
Looks more like a casino
parlor than a hospital.
Apollo:
They must be quite profitable.
Trucy:
Funny, it looks closed. Maybe
they're on vacation today?
=Examine -> Green Sign=
Apollo:
Looks like they have a special
offer going on...
Trucy:
"Three shots for the price of
one!" Ooh, now's our chance,
Apollo!
Apollo:
Chance for what!? I don't need
any shots, thank you.
Apollo:
Whoever runs this clinic, they
seem pretty business-minded.
=Examine -> Police Car=
Apollo:
I'd understand if there was
an ambulance outside...
But a police car?
Trucy:
Maybe they're tax evaders!
Officer:
Ah, sorry miss. No going into
the clinic today.
Trucy:
Did something happen?
Officer:
Huh? Oh, no. Nothing to see
here. Move along.
Officer:
You'll have to find someplace
else to play doctor.
Apollo:
(Do we look like the right
age to be playing doctor!?)
Apollo:
We need a little more info
on this Meraktis Clinic.
Trucy:
We could ask Mr. Eldoon. He is
their neighbor and all.
Trucy:
And we should check out that
garage!
Trucy:
What if the thief who stole
my panties is still in there!?
Apollo:
...*sigh*
=Present Bowl=
Guy:
You can tell my bowls by
the Mr. Salty logo!
Trucy:
The mascot of Eldoon's
Noodles!
Guy:
They come to the stand, they
sit, they drink deep from
that bowl...
Guy:
...and when they see the
bottom, their face looks jus'
like Mr. Salty's! Genius, no!?
Trucy:
Very high-concept.
Guy:
You can't ply a trade if you
don't love the tools.
Remember that!
Trucy:
Yes sir!
Apollo:
(Trucy has a thing for
professionals, clearly.)
=Present Other=
Guy:
Sorry, sonny-boy. My interest
is for my stand and precious
little else.
Guy:
Get cracking on that case!
Find my stand, I'm beggin' ya!
=Talk -> Eldoon's Noodles=
Apollo:
So, your stand... "Eldoon's
Noodles", was it?
Guy:
Aye! Passed down from father
to son.
Guy:
That stand's seen its share
o' salt, mmm-hmm.
Guy:
Salt runs in the family,
you might say.
Apollo:
(I bet high blood pressure
does too.)
Apollo:
So... your stand, Eldoon's
Noodles, was stolen...
Guy:
Oh, it wasn't just the stand
that was stolen, sonny-boy!
Guy:
I lost those wobbly wheels,
my salt-crusted stewpot,
my stained sign...
Guy:
I didn't just lose a stand,
I lost a legend!
Trucy:
No one steals a legend and
gets away with it on my watch!
Trucy:
Let's find that legend,
Apollo!
Apollo:
(Isn't it about time he bought
a new one anyway?)
=Talk -> Stolen stand=
Apollo:
Are there any more details you
could give me about the stand?
Guy:
You bet, sonny-boy!
It happened last night...
Guy:
I was blowing my whistle
like always, crying the
town, I was.
Guy:
The smell of brother filled the
streets... thick 'n' salty.
Guy:
I got home, well, right before
10 PM, I reckon.
Apollo:
(Guess he's not aiming for
that late-night market.)
Guy:
I washed my bowls and gave
the wheels a squirt of grease.
Then I went inside.
Apollo:
When did you notice it had
been stolen?
Guy:
Early this morning. Before the
sun rose. Work starts early!
Apollo:
(Do that many people eat
noodles for breakfast!?)
Guy:
I'm washed up on the salty
shores of ruination!
Guy:
That stand had my whole life
in it... nay, my whole being!
Trucy:
They took everything?
Guy:
All my soup stock, my noodles,
my bowls... and my dreams!
Trucy:
At least they left one bowl.
Look, there, on the ground.
Guy:
If you don't find that stand
today...
Guy:
Then I'll be forced to walk
the streets, peddling that
bowl... my last bowl.
Apollo:
Please, I'm under enough
pressure here as it is.
=Talk -> The garage=
Trucy:
That's it! That's where the
thief who snatched my panties
ran to!
Guy:
It's a crying shame, that
is.
Guy:
If they have to steal, make it
my loincloth! Not some pretty
girl's panties!
Apollo:
The garage, right. You don't
think the thief lives here,
do you?
Guy:
Feh! I wouldn't put it past
that good-for-nothing doctor!
Apollo:
(Hmm... Do I detect a little
animosity here?)
Trucy:
Let's make sure to check
out that garage thoroughly!
=Talk -> Meraktis Clinic=
Trucy:
Hey, do you think something
happened next door? There's
a police car out front...
Guy:
Feh! Probably gave someone
food poisoning, I'll bet!
Apollo:
(If anyone's at risk of giving
someone food poisoning...)
Guy:
That police car got here
this mornin', actually.
Guy:
I asked what they were up to,
but they wouldn't even tell
me, the neighbor! Feh!
Trucy:
Hmm...
Guy:
Not that I was surprised
much. That doctor works for
the wrong crowd.
Guy:
It was just a matter of time
'fore he got what was coming
to him. Feh!
Apollo:
The "wrong crowd"...?
Guy:
...Never you mind about that.
=Move to -> Accident Scene=
---
June 15
Accident Scene
---
Apollo:
So this is where Mr. Wright
got hit by that car?
Trucy:
According to the map, this is
the place!
Apollo:
What a huge mansion...
Feels like Chinatown.
Trucy:
Apollo! There's a nice-looking
lady over there.
Trucy:
Let's question her!
Apollo:
Um, OK.
Apollo:
(I'm a little curious about
the park over there, too...)
Trucy:
Excuse me! Um, can we have a
few words with you?
???:
You want something?
Apollo:
(Whoa! That husky voice...
Why am I suddenly sweating?)
Trucy:
That's quite a house you've
got there! You must have a
lot of money...
???:
Whoooh. "Money" sounds like
something my son would call
his friends.
???:
This is the Kitaki Family
mansion, little girl.
Apollo:
Eh.
???:
You, kid with the hair.
You want something?
Apollo:
Urk! M-M-Me? No, not a thing!
Bye!
Trucy:
Apollo! We can't leave without
questioning her! What if she
knows something!
Apollo:
B-But th-the Kitaki Family...!
Apollo:
(They're the biggest organized
crime syndicate in town!)
???:
If you're going to ask
something, ask it.
If you're man enough.
Apollo:
Waaaaugh!
R-Right!
Trucy:
Yay! Way to whip him into
shape, ma'am!
Apollo:
(Does she know no fear!?)
Plum:
I'm Plum. Plum Kitaki. Wife
of the fourth head of the
Kitaki Family business.
----------------------------
Plum Kitaki
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Wife to the 4th Kitaki Family
boss. Busy cleaning up paint
spilled by her front gate.
----------------------------
Plum:
Friends call me Little Plum.
Apollo:
I-I'm l-little Apollo Justice,
attorney at law. *gulp*
Apollo:
(If looks could kill,
this woman would be a
mass-murderer by now...)
=Examine Gate=
Trucy:
Wow, what a big house! And the
gate is so big...
Apollo:
The Kitaki Family is pretty
big around these parts.
Trucy:
I like the fox! It's so cute!
Plum:
Ah, that. That's our family
crest... from the old country.
Trucy:
Your family "crest"?
Plum:
We're clever as the fox...
and our teeth are sharp.
Trucy:
So it's like a motto!
Trucy:
You need a crest, too, Apollo!
Ooh! How about the scales of
justice? Or a lunar lander!
Apollo:
(...I'll pass, thanks.)
=Examine Wall=
Apollo:
A brightly painted dragon.
Why do I get the feeling he's
glaring at me?
Apollo:
Those paints must have been
to repaint this wall.
Plum:
That's right. I called in an
artist to do the job right.
Plum:
...He's the third so far.
Apollo:
The... third?
Plum:
The first spilled paint all
over the entrance here, the
second on my kimono...
Plum:
So I...
Apollo:
N-No, don't tell me. It's
better that I don't know.
=Examine Spilled Paint=
Apollo:
There's paint splashed all
over this gate.
Apollo:
(What a mess...)
Trucy:
Was this paint knocked over
by the car that hit my Daddy?
Plum:
That's right. Feh. And I'm
left to clean up the mess.
Plum:
If you find whoever did this,
bring the scoundrel by, would
you?
Trucy:
Of course! Then you can make
them clean up their own mess!
Plum:
Ah ha ha ha! You're cute.
Naïve, but cute.
Plum:
When I find whoever did this,
you can bet I'll be doing some
"cleaning".
Plum:
There's nothing I dislike
so much... as a mess.
Trucy:
Ooh! I wish I could say cool
things like that!
Plum:
I'll bet you do!
Wa ha ha ha ha!!!
Apollo:
(I'd laugh if my teeth weren't
chattering so hard.)
=Switch to Park View=
Apollo:
Who's that!?
She's looking at the park.
Trucy:
She's pretty.
Trucy:
I bet she has a story, you
know?
Apollo:
(There is something about
her... Too bad she seems
to be in a bit of a rush.)
----------------------------
???
Age: ??
Gender: Female
Mysterious woman encountered
outside People Park. She
seemed concerned...
----------------------------
=Examine Park=
Apollo:
Personally, I'm a little more
interested in this park.
Trucy:
You know what I think?
I bet they're filming a movie.
Trucy:
Let's go take a look! Maybe
we'll see someone famous!
Officer:
Hey, Miss! Stay out of the
park!
Trucy:
...He got mad at me.
Apollo:
Um, did something happen here,
officer?
Officer:
Huh? Uh, no, move along,
nothing to see.
Officer:
Why don't you kids go play
someplace else?
Apollo:
We're not kids and we're not
playing! I'm an attorney!
???:
...Something wrong?
Officer:
Ah, Detective Skye! We're fine
ma'am, nothing to report!
Apollo:
(Detective...?)
Trucy:
Why's she wearing a lab coat?
Apollo:
You're hardly one to comment
on how people are dressed.
----------------------------
???
Age: ??
Gender: Female
Detective in a white lab
coat. Apparently in an
extremely touchy mood.
----------------------------
???:
And... these kids are?
Officer:
Curiosity seekers, ma'am.
They claim to be "lawyers".
???:
Ah. Why don't you kids run
along and play someplace else?
Apollo:
Look, we're not...
???:
Or I might spill something on
that pretty face of yours.
???:
Want a dose of experimental
Hydroxyacelunodosetrase?
Trucy:
...Come again?
Trucy:
What's Hydroxy... stuff?
Apollo:
Whatever it is, it doesn't
sound good. Let's go, Trucy!
???:
Try to keep out the riff-raff,
if you would.
Officer:
Yes ma'am!
Apollo:
Grr... How are we going to get
more information like this?
Trucy:
Why don't we ask that nice
woman across the street?
Apollo:
(Oh yes, that nice woman...
*gulp*)
=Examine Park Again=
Apollo:
I gotta say, I'd really like
to know what happened here...
Officer:
Hey, I said no one goes in!
Officer:
Unless you want a face-full
of hydroxyadayadawhatzit!
Apollo:
(Hmm... No dice.)
=Examine Sign=
Apollo:
People Park... Huh, kind of
an odd name for such an empty
place.
Trucy:
I wonder why it's named that?
Trucy:
Hey! There's something written
on the gate post...
Apollo:
Huh? Oh yeah... It says,
"Donated by Big Wins Kitaki".
Trucy:
You mean the Kitaki Family
built this park?
Trucy:
It's so nice of them to give
to the community like that!
Apollo:
...Let's not get too friendly
with them, shall we?
Apollo:
(A gangster building a park...?
Odd move for a crime boss.)
=Examine Old Lady=
Apollo:
...Looks like there's some
trouble by the park gate.
Trucy:
I smell an incident!
Officer:
Ma'am! There's no entry to
the park!
Old Lady:
Now don't you tell me where
I can't go, young fella!
Old Lady:
I always walk through this
park on my way home!
Officer:
Please, get down from there!
You'll hurt yourself, ma'am!
Apollo:
(That's quite the determined
old lady.)
=Examine Trash Can=
Apollo:
There's a big trash can on the
way into the park.
Apollo:
I guess we could check it
out...
Trucy:
A detective's life sure is a
hard one!
Apollo:
I'm an attorney, actua...
Huh?
Trucy:
Hmm. Two pieces of garbage
with paint on them.
Apollo:
These... are slippers.
Apollo:
They look like those slippers
you get at the hospital...
Trucy:
Look at this, Apollo!
Doesn't this go on a car...?
Apollo:
It's a side-view mirror!
Apollo:
Looks like it was torn off
when it smacked into
something... or someone.
Trucy:
Wait, you don't think...
Apollo:
I do. This could be from the
car that hit Mr. Wright!
Trucy:
Wow, and he took off its
mirror? I never knew Daddy
was so strong.
Trucy:
I only have room in my pocket
for one of these, though.
Trucy:
Which do you want to take?
[ Slippers ]
** Slippers crammed into pocket. **
----------------------------
Slippers
Type: Other
Retrieved from the
entrance to People Park.
Slippers for patients at the
Meraktis Clinic. Was found in
front of Kitaki Mansion.
=Check -> Examine Leaf Print=
Trucy:
The bottom is covered with
paint!
Apollo:
Huh? What's this weird
shape here?
Trucy:
It looks like a leaf was stuck
to the bottom when the wearer
stepped in some yellow paint.
Apollo:
So the outline was left when
the leaf was removed!
Apollo:
Ack! I got paint on my hand!
Trucy:
......
Apollo!
Trucy:
I saw you try to wipe your
hand on my cape!
=Check -> Examine Toe Print=
Apollo:
Huh? This spot here is black.
Trucy:
I wonder what that is...?
Trucy:
It doesn't look like paint...
----------------------------
=Examine Trash Can Again=

Apollo:
There's a side-view mirror
with some paint on it in
this trash can.
Trucy:
I can only carry one thing at
a time in my pocket, you know.
Apollo:
(Should I swap the slippers for
the mirror?)
[ No need ]
Apollo:
...On second thought, let's
not and say we did.
[ Swap ]
Apollo:
Sure, let's swap the evidence.
Trucy, if you would.
Trucy:
I'm on it!
** Mirror slipped into pocket. **
----------------------------
Mirror
Type: Other
Retrieved from the
Torn off the car that hit
Mr. Wright. Was found in
front of Kitaki Mansion.
=Check -> Examine Wires=
Trucy:
It's cut clean off! I wonder
what's in there...?
Apollo:
Don't. There are bare wires
hanging out.
Trucy:
Let's see..
Zzzzzzaaaaap! Eeek!
Apollo:
Wha--!?
A-Are you OK!?
Trucy:
Hee hee!
Just a little joke!
Apollo:
......
Don't scare me like that!
Trucy:
You mean, don't "shock" you?
Zzzzzzaaaaap! Hee hee!
----------------------------
[ Mirror ]
** Mirror slipped into pocket. **
=Examine Trash Can Again=
Apollo:
There's some paint on the
slippers in this trash can.
Trucy:
I can only carry one thing at
a time in my pocket, you know.
Apollo:
(Should I swap the mirror for
the slippers?)
[ No need ]
Apollo:
Actually... let's not and
say we did.
[ Swap ]
Apollo:
Sure, let's swap the evidence.
Trucy, if you would.
Trucy:
Right-o!
** Slippers crammed into pocket. **
=Talk -> The Kitakis=

Trucy:
Little Plum? That's a really
cute name for someone so...
Plum:
Yes...?
Apollo:
Wh-Whoa!
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
How about you go through me
when talking to her, OK,
Trucy?
Trucy:
Huh? That seems like a bit of
a needless procedure.
Apollo:
I'm a lawyer. I live for
needless procedures.
Plum:
Oh little girl, you should
know... We're gangsters.
Trucy:
Gangst... Oh! That means
you're the bad guys!
Apollo:
Trucy! Through me! Please!
I'm begging you here!
Plum:
Wa ha ha ha ha!!!
Plum:
The bad guys... I like the
sound of that!
Apollo:
(...I'm going to need some
warm tea after this.)
Plum:
It takes a lot of hard work
to protect a family fortune.
Plum:
Things aren't as easy as they
used to be for us "bad guys".
Trucy:
So, you're saying that
business is in a slump?
Apollo:
(Let's not ask about "business
if we can help it, please?)
=Talk -> Last night's accident=
Apollo:
There was a car accident here
last night?
Plum:
Last night...
Apollo:
Of c-course you wouldn't know
about it! S-Sorry to bother
you!
Plum:
Wait.
Apollo:
Y-Yes?
Plum:
You're talking about that man,
aren't you?
Plum:
The one who flew thirty feet
and just walked away?
Trucy:
That's my daddy!
Plum:
Ah ha ha! I should've known!
Plum:
One of our Capos thought he'd
make a great point man...
Trucy:
Capo? Point man...?
Apollo:
Um, could you avoid using too
much, er, industry lingo?
Plum:
In any case, it's been nothing
but trouble.
Plum:
I've been cleaning up this
mess since morning! Bah!
Apollo:
Cleaning up this... paint?
=Talk -> Splattered paint=
Apollo:
Was this paint spilled at
the time of the accident?
Plum:
It was around 9 last night.
I heard a crashing noise...
Plum:
...and found your father
drowning in a sea of paint.
Trucy:
So you came to his rescue?
Plum:
You've my husband... the Boss
to thank for that.
Plum:
The car that hit your father
knocked over this paint...
Plum:
...then turned the corner, and
sped away.
Plum:
We're in the middle of
repainting our wall, you see.
Apollo:
(I'm sure that dragon is glaring
at me.)
Trucy:
But, why are you out here
cleaning it up?
Plum:
What do you mean?
Trucy:
I mean, aren't you a
gangster?
Trucy:
Don't you have any "goons" to
do your dirty work for you?
Apollo:
Please! Go through me when
you want to...
Plum:
Wa ha ha ha ha!!! Don't be
such a stiff, lawyer-boy.
Plum:
I suppose we gangsters do have
a certain image...
Apollo:
Urm, yes.
Plum:
But we're community-oriented
gangsters, you see.
Plum:
...The Boss likes to give
back to the people, see?
Apollo:
(How noble of him...)
Plum:
I availed myself of the public
facilities to get rid of all
the garbage...
Plum:
Now there's just the paint on
the street to deal with.
Apollo:
(Public facilities...?)
Apollo:
(I wonder if she means that
trash can...)
=Talk -> People Park=
Apollo:
...Can I ask you a question?
Plum:
What?
Apollo:
...What happened in the park
across the street?
Plum:
Oh, yes, quite the commotion.
"Chicago Lightning", as the
Boss would say.
Trucy:
Chicago... huh?
Plum:
Gunfire. Someone was killed.
Strange circumstances, too.
Apollo:
You're kidding!
Plum:
What a morning!
Plum:
Trouble everywhere. The park,
the gate, even our house...
Trucy:
Did something happen at your
house, too?
Plum:
A crime without honor!
Without remorse!
Plum:
It's a private matter...
Wanna hear about it?
Trucy:
Somehow I don't think "no"
is an acceptable answer,
Polly.
=Talk -> A private matter=
Apollo:
So... what happened at your
house?
Plum:
Bloomers. Last night.
Apollo:
Eh.
(I got a bad feeling about
this...)
Plum:
Me, Little Plum Kitaki, the
victim of a panty-snatcher!
Trucy:
Whaaaaaaat? So it wasn't just
my panties that were stolen!?
Plum:
Got you too, did they?
Poor thing.
Plum:
Like I said, whoever did this
is a hardened criminal.
Plum:
It wasn't you, was it!?
Apollo:
N-No! Of course not! Mercy!
Plum:
I've heard word that panties
have been disappearing lately.
Plum:
...And the missing panties
all have something in common.
Apollo:
(It's hard to imagine Trucy's
and Mrs. Kitaki's panties
having much in common...)
Apollo:
(I just imagined Mrs. Kitaki's
panties... *gulp*)
Trucy:
I know! We'll find your
bloomers, too!
Plum:
Great! Show me what you're
made of.
Apollo:
(What have you gotten me into
this time, Trucy?)
???:
...
Apollo:
(...That girl from before!)
Plum:
Oh! Welcome home, sweetie.
???:
Ah, uh... hello, m-mother.
Apollo:
(She's a Kitaki, too!?)
Trucy:
Uh, um, Miss! Miss!
???:
...?
Trucy:
Here, our flyer.
???:
The... Wright Anything Agency?
Apollo:
A-Anything Agency?
Trucy:
Yeah! Do you like the new
flyer?
Trucy:
So, um, this is our defense
attorney, Mr. Apollo Justice!
???:
Attorney...?
Trucy:
Drop by our office! We'll be
waiting!
???:
Ah...
Good-bye.
Apollo:
Why did you give her our
flyer?
Trucy:
I dunno. She seemed like she
could use some help.
Apollo:
She's the heiress to a
gangster dynasty!
She doesn't need our help!
Trucy:
...I wouldn't be so sure!
Apollo:
...?
=Present Mirror=
Apollo:
Can you tell me anything
about this mirror?
Plum:
That's probably from the car
that knocked that fellow
across the street.
Apollo:
(Right! That makes this a
valuable clue!)
Plum:
Let me know if you find that
car, would you?
Plum:
You splash Kitaki paint, you
pay the price.
=Present Anything Else=
Plum:
Sorry, kid. I got no idea
what you're talking about.
=Move -> Meraktis Clinic - Garage=
---
June 15
Meraktis Clinic
Garage
---
Trucy:
This is the place! This is
where that panty-snatcher ran!
Apollo:
Are you sure?
Trucy:
Maybe!
Let's look for clues!
Trucy:
Clues... to a panty-snatching!
Trucy:
Clues... like a pair of
panties!
Apollo:
...Um, Trucy?
Apollo:
Could you try not saying
"panties" so many times?
=Examine Skeleton=
Trucy:
Eeeeeeek!
Someone's there!
Trucy:
...
Trucy:
Oh, it's just a gold-painted
human skeleton.
Apollo:
(Just a human skeleton!?
...And painted gold?)
Trucy:
There's a mannequin hand
waving to us from the box
behind the skeleton.
Trucy:
This place just screams
"hospital storage", don't
you think?
Apollo:
It screams something, that's
for sure.
=Examine Cat=
Trucy:
Hey! A kitty-cat! Here, kitty
kitty kitty.
Meow.
Trucy:
...It's not coming down.
Apollo:
We do look kind of suspicious,
you have to admit.
Trucy:
It's OK kitty-cat! His hair
won't hurt you!
Apollo:
It's OK kitty-cat! She won't
make you disappear in her hat!
=Examine Ladder=
Apollo:
Look, it's a folding ladder.
Trucy:
Polly! That's called a
"stepladder"! C'mon!
Apollo:
...A stepladder? How is that
different from a regular
ladder then?
Trucy:
It's a much more complex
piece of machinery. It's like
two ladders stuck together!
Apollo:
...So you admit that basically
it's a ladder, right?
Trucy:
Wait... Huh?
Apollo:
You have to look past the
form... at the essence of
the thing.
Trucy:
Er... Can we talk about
something else?
=Examine Car=
Apollo:
There's something about
this car...
Trucy:
Let's take a closer look!
=Examine Phone=
Apollo:
Look... a cell phone.
Trucy:
Somoene dropped it beneath
this tire!
Trucy:
If the car moved, it would
be crushed for sure!
Apollo:
Hmm... I wonder if it belongs
to the doctor here?
Trucy:
We should bring it to him
later!
** Cell Phone added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Cell Phone
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Meraktis Clinic - Garage
Found in the Meraktis Clinic
garage beneath a car.
Who could have dropped it?
=Check -> Examine Watch=
Trucy:
Look at this cute little
watch-strap! I want one!
Apollo:
...It's kind of odd, though.
Trucy:
What is?
Apollo:
I mean, if you wanted to know
the time, you could just look
at the phone itself.
Trucy:
Hey, you're right!
Sharp, Apollo!
Apollo:
Th-Thanks.
(Finally, some respect!)
Trucy:
So, what does that tell you?
Apollo:
Well, the owner of this
phone doesn't think through
the details, for one.
Trucy:
They did drop their phone,
after all.
Trucy:
I kinda figured they were
a little spacey already.
Apollo:
Oh... good point.
----------------------------
=Examine Tailpipe=
Apollo:
That reminds me...
Apollo:
I once read a record of a case
that Mr. Wright worked on many
years ago.
Trucy:
...?
Apollo:
Apparently, there was this
car with a piece of cloth
shoved into the tailpipe!
Apollo:
That piece of cloth turned out
to be a vital clue to solving
the case!
Trucy:
Wow!
Apollo:
I remember that case record
whenever I'm checking out
a car...
Apollo:
And I always check the
tailpipe!
Trucy:
Everyone's gotta have a hobby,
I guess.
Apollo:
Wouldn't it be funny if...
...Hey!
There's something in here!
Trucy:
What!?
Apollo:
W-Wait a second...
Are these your...
Trucy:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
My panties!!!
Apollo:
Whaaaat!? Already!?
Trucy:
Wow, thank you, Apollo!
You're a genius!
Amazing!
Apollo:
No, no, really, don't
mention it.
Trucy:
No, I'm serious, I'm really
impressed!
Trucy:
You must have a nose for
finding girls' panties!
Apollo:
...
Um, what are those?
Trucy:
My little panties, of course!
They've come home to mama!
I can't wait to use them!
Apollo:
Y-You're going to put
them on? N-Now!?
Trucy:
Watch closely now...
Trucy:
See? Nothing in the panties...
Trucy:
...Ta-da!!!
Apollo:
Whoa!
Wh-Where'd that come from!?
Apollo:
How did that bowl get in
your panties!?
Trucy:
My panties are an
extra-dimensional space...
Anything can fit in there!
Trucy:
...They're my Magic Panties!
It's one of my best tricks.
Apollo:
Magic... panties?
Trucy:
They love them over at the
Wonder Bar. I do shows there
nightly.
Apollo:
...You mean those panties
are a prop!? You could have
told me a little sooner!
** Trucy's Panties put discreetly

away in Trucy's pocket. **
----------------------------
Trucy's Panties
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Prop for performing magic.
Found in exhaust pipe of a
car at the Meraktis Clinic.
=Check -> Examine Bow=
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
Something the matter?
Apollo:
Uh... I was just wondering
if there was, like, a switch
on these...
Trucy:
Of course not!
Apollo:
...Huh. Mysterious.
Trucy:
Oh? Do you want to know the
secret of my panties?
Apollo:
Ack! N-No! No thanks!
(Who uses magic panties in
a stage show anyway...?)
----------------------------
Apollo:
Well, that's once case closed,
at least.
Trucy:
What are you saying!?
Trucy:
We still have to catch the
sly devil that ran off with
the tool of my trade!
Apollo:
Oh, right.
Apollo:
(Something tells me we're not
finished searching this
garage, anyway...)
=Examine Mirror=
Trucy:
Hey! Look at that!
Apollo:
The mirror's been broken off!
(Now THIS is a clue!)
Trucy:
What!? You're smiling like
you know something I don't...
Trucy:
You aren't keeping a clue
from me, are you, Polly?
Apollo:
(A clue? Let's see...)
[ No evidence ]
Apollo:
Hmm. Not that I can think of.
Trucy:
No? Then what were you smiling
about?
Apollo:
Oh, I wasn't smiling. It was
the dust in here. I thought
I was going to sneeze...
Apollo:
Ah... ah... ah...
WAACHOOO!
Trucy:
Well, don't make faces that
ah...
Trucy:
AH-CHOO!
...are so misleading then.
Apollo:
(I know yawns are contagious,
but sneezes...?)
Trucy:
Mmm. Well, I'm sure there's
gotta be a clue somewhere!
Trucy:
Let's keep checking things
out!
[ Show evidence ]
Apollo:
I think I do have just the
clue you've got in mind...
=Present Wrong=
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Trucy:
...
Trucy:
That's your clue?
Trucy:
Sorry, but that leaves me
feeling kind of... clueless.
Apollo:
(Like father like daughter
with the humor, apparently.)
Trucy:
There's no need to bluff here,
Apollo!
Trucy:
Save that for the court!
Apollo:
(Thanks for the advice...)
=Present Mirror=
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
My clue is... this!
Trucy:
Whoa! It's the same color
and size and everything!
A perfect match!
Apollo:
I guess we could check it
out...
Trucy:
Hmm. Two pieces of garbage
with paint on them.
Trucy:
Look at this, Apollo!
Doesn't this go on a car...?
Apollo:
It's a side-view mirror!
Apollo:
Looks like it was torn off
when it smacked into
something... or someone.
Apollo:
Well... looks like we've just
solved a case.
Trucy:
So the car that hit Daddy
last night...
Apollo:
...Is sitting right in front
of us, yep.
Trucy:
Wow. You put the "pro" in
"professional", Apollo!
Apollo:
Gee, thanks, Trucy.
----------------------------
Mirror
Type: Other
Retrieved from the
Torn off the car that hit
Mr. Wright. Fits car at
the Meraktis Clinic.
----------------------------
Trucy:
Apollo!
Apollo:
Huh? What is it?
Trucy:
Now that we've solved this
case, we should go report
to Daddy!
Trucy:
He'll mope if we leave him
alone too long, knowing him.
Apollo:
Um, OK.
...He doesn't seem the type
to mope, though.
Apollo:
(And this is hardly a case
worth reporting...)

---
June 15
Hickfield Clinic
---
Phoenix:
Yo! How goes it?
Trucy:
Daddy!
How do you feel?
Phoenix:
Not bad, Trucy, not bad.
Phoenix:
It's good to have you
young'uns on the case.
Phoenix:
Lets ol' Daddy-o get some
well-deserved R&R.
Trucy:
The elderly need their rest!
Apollo:
(Uh... isn't he only 33?)
Apollo:
...Um, we've cleared up most
of the cases...
Phoenix:
I was right about you.
Competent. Capable.
Phoenix:
Tell me what you found out.
If you want to.
Apollo:
(Your enthusiasm is
over-whelming...)
=Move -> Kitaki Mansion=
---
June 15
Kitaki Mansion
---
Trucy:
Little Plum's not here. She's
not finished cleaning, huh.
Apollo:
Maybe she went to get a paint
scraper?
Plum:
OK! Who's the wise guy who
spit gum out on the street!?
Apollo:
(Her voice carries all the way
out to the street from inside
the mansion...)
Trucy:
She's a neat freak! How cute!
Plum:
You there!
It was you, wasn't it!?
Fess up!
Plum:
I hope you've said your
prayers. You're gonna
need them...
Apollo:
Tr-Trucy? Let's leave.
Now.
Trucy:
...?
=Examine Gate=
Apollo:
An impressive gate befitting
the Kitaki Mansion.
Trucy:
Look at the name plate!
"Kitaki"...!
Trucy:
That's so cool! Short and
blunt, like any good gangster!
Ooh! Let's change our name!
Trucy:
How about...
"W. A. A."!
Trucy:
...
Maybe that's too short and
blunt. What do you think?
Apollo:
No comment.
=Examine Wall=
Apollo:
A colorful dragon turns its
baleful gaze in my direction.
Apollo:
As if to say, "Abandon all
hope ye who enter here."
Apollo:
Don't worry, Mr. Dragon. Me
and hope haven't been on
speaking terms for a while.
=Examine Paint=
Apollo:
Several colors of paint have
been splashed across the gate.
Apollo:
It's almost all dry. This is
going to be tough to clean.
=Examine Old Lady=
Apollo:
It looks like that woman's
still causing trouble...
Officer:
Look, no one goes in! That
means you!
Old Lady:
Oh, what's the difference?
Let... me... go!
Old Lady:
Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow ow!!!
Officer:
Ah! S-Sorry!
Old Lady:
That's it, I'm suing!
Old Lady:
...But I might change my mind
for five bucks...
Apollo:
(What is she, some kind of
con artist?)
=Examine Park=
Apollo:
They're not letting anyone
into the crime scene.
Apollo:
The guard at the entrance
is humming a song.
Apollo:
He's got rhythm, actually.
Maybe he plays in a band.
=Examine Sign=
Apollo:
Apparently, this park was the
gift of the Kitaki Family.
Apollo:
The friendly "People Park",
brought to you by organized
crime...
Apollo:
A very naughty part of me is
tempted to write "We Kill"
on the left side of the sign.
=Examine Trash Can=
Apollo:
There's a big waste basket by
the park entrance.
Trucy:
...? You aren't going to
search through the trash?
Apollo:
I don't think we need to.
Trucy:
Oh, no, please, knock yourself
out. Don't mind me, I'll be
waiting over here.
Apollo:
Just so we're clear, searching
through trash isn't a hobby
of mine, OK?
=Present Mirror=
Phoenix:
So this was the thing that
led you to the car.
Apollo:
Yes, sir! The mirror you
knocked off was just the
clue we needed!
Phoenix:
Good work, Apollo. Of course
you might say...
Phoenix:
...I was the one who made
solving that case possible.
Apollo:
(...You don't get points for
knocking off a car mirror.)
=Present Panties=
Trucy:
Look! My panties! They came
home to mama!
Phoenix:
Thanks, Apollo.
Phoenix:
I was worried about them, too.
Trucy special ordered those...
Apollo:
(A startling display of
parental concern!)
Phoenix:
I'd hate to have to buy a
new pair... *shudder*
Apollo:
(Make that a not-so-startling
display of cheapskatedness.)
=Present Other=
Apollo:
(It's actually a relief to be
so thoroughly ignored.)
=Talk -> Progress report=
Phoenix:
Well, I certainly didn't
expect you back this early.
Trucy:
Polly's amazing!
Trucy:
He found my panties so quick!
Trucy:
Almost like he was the one
who stole them!
Apollo:
...You have an interesting
concept of praise.
Phoenix:
...And?
Phoenix:
Did you find the mad driver
who gave me that 30-foot toss?
Apollo:
Apparently... it was a doctor.
From the Meraktis Clinic.
Phoenix:
Hmm... Meraktis, eh?
I've heard of him.
Phoenix:
Nothing good, mind you.
Apollo:
That reminds me, a police car
was parked outside the clinic.
Trucy:
Maybe something happened?
Apollo:
What is this Meraktis Clinic
anyway?
Phoenix:
All I've heard are the rumors.
Phoenix:
That clinic's been making
good money... in a bad way.
Apollo:
Bad...?
Phoenix:
Ties to organized crime...
The Kentucky Family.
Apollo:
Um... the Kitaki Family?
(He did that on purpose!)
Phoenix:
Some injuries you can't take
to a public hospital, see.
Phoenix:
They use the Meraktis Clinic
for their patch-up jobs.
Apollo:
Interesting...
=Talk -> People Park=
Trucy:
It looked like something had
happened in that park.
Phoenix:
Ah. A body was found there in
unusual circumstances...
Apollo:
Something more unusual than
being dead?
Phoenix:
...It's not our concern,
in any case.
Trucy:
Right! Let's ignore that and
find that noodle stand!
Apollo:
(What ever happened to
professional curiosity?)
Phoenix:
...Thanks, really.
Phoenix:
If I get tired of sleeping,
maybe I'll head down to
this Meraktis place.
Phoenix:
Maybe hit 'em up for some
reparations... A little legal
action would do me some good.
Apollo:
Um... I was wondering when
I get paid?
Apollo:
We solved the case of your
accident, and um, found a
missing article of clothing.
Trucy:
My panties!
Phoenix:
That leaves the noodle stand.
Apollo:
Eh.
Phoenix:
Feel free to drop in if you
get stuck.
Phoenix:
I'd be happy to help with
anything not involving money.
Apollo:
(Good-bye, quid pro quo.
Hello pro bono. *sigh*)
Trucy:
Right! Back to the office to
plan our next move!
=Move -> Wright Anything Agency=
---
June 15
Wright Anything Agency
---
Apollo:
You... You're the woman from
the Kitaki place!
???:
Y-Yes...
Trucy:
I knew it! Something's the
matter and you want our help,
right?
Trucy:
Well, you've come to the
Wright place! This way,
please...
???:
Um... Thank you.
Alita:
My name is Alita Tiala.
Alita:
I... have a request.
=Talk -> Your request=
Apollo:
Your request... let me guess,
something's been stolen?
Alita:
Um, your flyer...
Alita:
It says "now defending" so
I thought...
Apollo:
Whaaaat!? You mean, you mean
you want me to defend you?
Me?
Trucy:
happened?
Trucy:
Were you hit by a car? Did
someone steal your stand?
Or your panties?
Alita:
No! No...
Alita:
I'm not the client, actually.
Alita:
The client would be my...
well, my fiancé, I suppose
you'd call him.
Apollo:
Fiancé...? What happened to
him, then?
Alita:
He was arrested this morning.
The charge... was murder.
Trucy:
Murder...
Alita:
Have you heard about what
happened at the park?
----------------------------
Alita Tiala
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Woman who requested that I
defend her fiancé.
----------------------------
=Talk -> Tiala's story=
Apollo:
So, what's your story?
You frequent the Kitaki
Mansion, yes?
Apollo:
Are you a member of their,
um, organization?
Alita:
No...
Not yet.
Trucy:
Not yet?
Alita:
You see, I'm to be married
next month. To the boss's
son.
Apollo:
The boss's son...? So he's a,
uh... *gulp*
(A gangster...)
Alita:
Yes, but the Kitakis are
locally responsible gangsters.
Alita:
I thought it'd be nice for a
change... Quit my boring job,
live the good, gangster life.
Trucy:
I think you're on to
something!
Trucy:
"Ms. Kitaki"... I like the
sound of that!
Apollo:
(I'm not sure your daddy
would care much for that...)
=Talk -> Murder in the park=
Apollo:
Wh-What happened!?
Alita:
I haven't been told all the
details.
Alita:
But I do know a body was found
in the park. Near the Kitaki
Mansion.
Trucy:
There were a lot of police
cars there.
Alita:
Apparently, the victim was
shot with a pistol...
Alita:
But I hear the circumstances
of the shooting were... rather
unusual.
Apollo:
And your fiancé was arrested
for this?
Trucy:
Um... what sort of person is
your fiancé?
=Talk -> Your fiancé=
Apollo:
Your fiancé is the Kitaki
Family's only son, correct?
Alita:
His name's Wocky. Wocky
Kitaki...
I brought a photo.
----------------------------
Wocky Kitaki
Age: 19
Gender: Male
The defendant. Heir to the
Kitaki Family empire, and
Alita Tiala's fiancé.
----------------------------
Apollo:
Well. That's... quite the
photo.
Alita:
I know! Oh, he can be powerful
and menacing, but so cute!
Apollo:
But, if he's the boss's only
son...
Alita:
Yes, I'm sure he'll take his
father's place some day.
Trucy:
Say, I'm a boss already!
Of this agency!
Alita:
Please help my Wocky!
Please!
Apollo:
(...Right! My first solo
defense case!)
Apollo:
(Crime boss's son or not,
I'll prove he's innocent!)
Alita:
I... prepared a letter of
request. I know you need
those.
** Letter of Request added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Letter of Request
Type: Documents
Received from
Alita Tiala.
Letter of request from Alita
Tiala for the legal defense
of her fiancé, Wocky Kitaki.
=Check -> Envelope Front=
Trucy:
Why does this envelope
say "Hit Request"?
Apollo:
Um... it's a bit of lingo.
Like "call in a hit", or a
"hit man"...
Trucy:
Ooh, you mean gangster-talk!?
Trucy:
So, so, does "hit" mean
"to defend" in gangster-ese?
Well, "hit man"?
Apollo:
I certainly hope not...
(Something tells me she used
the wrong envelope...)
----------------------------
Trucy:
Right! Let's go check out the
scene of the crime!
=Present Badge=
Alita:
An attorney's badge... So you
really are a defense attorney.
Alita:
Please, I'm counting on you.
Alita:
I need your help.
=Present Letter=
Alita:
I hope that's OK? I've never
written a letter of request
before.
Apollo:
Oh, it's fine.
(I should hope it's your
first...)
Trucy:
If we take this we'll be able
to investigate the scene!
=Present Other=
Alita:
I'm not sure I understand...
I'm sorry.
Apollo:
No, no, it's me who's sorry,
really! Sorry!
---
June 15
Hickfield Clinic
---
Apollo:
Huh...? Where's Mr. Wright?
Trucy:
Maybe he's getting an
examination again?
Apollo:
How many does he need!?
(Wasn't it just a sprain?)
Trucy:
Too bad, Polly!
Trucy:
You wanted to show off your
request to Daddy, didn't you!
Apollo:
What? Me? No!
Trucy:
Oh? That's a surprise.
Apollo:
L-Let's just come back
later, shall we?
=Move -> Detention Center=
---
June 15
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---
Trucy:
Polly! You look as happy
as a clam in its shell.
Apollo:
For a lawyer this is it, the
place where the battle begins!
Guard:
...Ahem.
You need something?
Apollo:
Aaah! Yes, we're attorneys.
Apollo:
I was hoping we could see
Mr. Wocky Kitaki?
Guard:
Sorry, he's in questioning
right now. Could take a while.
Trucy:
Drat. Oh well, guess we'll
have to come back later then.
Apollo:
So much for that battle...
=Examine Guard=
Apollo:
A security guard. He stands
here, watching this room.
Apollo:
I have no idea if he's
listening to us talk.
Apollo:
I'm not even sure he's
breathing.
=Examine Camera=
Apollo:
That security camera is
looking at me.
Apollo:
I wonder if they tape all
of this.
---
June 15
Kitaki Mansion
---
Apollo:
(So this is it...
My first murder crime scene!)
Officer:
Ah, it's you kids again.
Officer:
Look can't you find some
other place to play...
Trucy:
We're not playing!
Trucy:
We're um, "investigating"!
Aren't we, Apollo?
Apollo:
Sir, I have a letter of
request here.
Officer:
Letter of... huh?
Officer:
Why does it say "Hit Request"
on it?
Apollo:
(Ms. Tiala must have used the
Kitaki's stationery...)
???:
Excuse me, coming through.
Officer:
Ah! It's you! Mr. Gavin!
Apollo:
...!
(Who's this guy...?)
???:
I must say I'm used to being
inspected by the ladies...
???:
But this is the first time
I've felt this way with a man.
Apollo:
Mr.... Gavin?
???:
Ah, Fräulein. What is a sweet
morsel like you doing in such
a dismal place? Can I help?
Trucy:
...
Y-Yes!
Trucy:
The police man officer fellow
here won't let us in!
Trucy:
We even have a letter of
request!
???:
You must be exhausted,
standing out here!
???:
I will take you to the
scene of the crime.
Trucy:
Oooh! R-Really!?
???:
...By your leave, Officer.
Officer:
Ya...
Yes sir!
Of course, sir!
???:
Ah ha. Very well. This way,
Fräulein...
Trucy:
Whee!
Apollo:
...
Hey! What about me!?
---
June 15
People Park
---
???:
...On that note, enjoy your
investigation!
----------------------------
???
Age: ??
Gender: Male
Spitting image of Mr. Gavin.
Blew in like the wind and
left like the wind.
----------------------------
Trucy:
Thank you!
Will we see you again...?
???:
Ask the wind, Fräulein. I'll
be riding on it!
Apollo:
...Who was that?
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeek!
Trucy:
Apollo! Look! A c-corpse!
Apollo:
Whaaaat!?
...Hey, it's just a mannequin.
Trucy:
Wow.
It sure got me.
???:
Ahem. Might I ask exactly what
it is you're doing here?
???:
Oh, it's you. How did you kids
get in here?
Trucy:
Oh! This guy, well, he was
more like a prince really.
He let us in...
???:
Him again.
???:
That glimmerous fop, always
getting in my way...
???:
Anyway!
This scene is off limits.
Apollo:
Excuse me? We have a letter
of request!
???:
...Hmm. One moment.
Apollo:
(Why is she holding that big
magnifying glass...?)
???:
..............................
I'd recognize that handwriting
anywhere.
???:
Scientific analysis says this
was written by Alita Tiala.
Apollo:
...Thanks.
(It took you thirty minutes
to figure that out!?)
Apollo:
So... what's up with the
mannequin there?
???:
It's taking the place of the
body, preserving the scene
of the crime as it was found.
Apollo:
(The body... was pulling the
stand!?)
???:
So, you're a defense attorney,
are you?
Ema:
Detective Ema Skye. I'm in
charge of this crime scene.
----------------------------
Ema Skye
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Head detective on the case,
obsessed with forensic
science. Mood: touchy.
----------------------------
Trucy:
She doesn't seem that happy
about it.
Apollo:
...She doesn't seem that
happy about many things.
Ema:
I trust you know how to stay
out of the way.
Ema:
I always carry two pairs of
handcuffs... just in case.
=Present Anything=
Apollo:
Um, if you could spare a
moment to take a look at this?
Ema:
...Can't you see that I am
extremely, extremely busy?
Apollo:
(...Eating snacks, yes.)
Trucy:
Busy eating snacks, I'd say.
Apollo:
(This is going nowhere fast.)
=Examine Anything but the Stand=
Ema:
Hey there! No messing with
the crime scene!
Apollo:
B-But we need to investigate!
Ema:
Investigations are to be
carried out by professionals,
scientifically!
Apollo:
(She's not going to let us
check out the crime scene,
is she...)
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo.
Trucy:
My very un-scientific analysis
tells me something here is
very suspicious...
Apollo:
...I think I know what you
mean. It's kind of hard not
to notice.
Apollo:
(I'd better check out what we
came here to find at least.)
=Examine Noodle Stand=
Ema:
Hey there! No messing with
the crime scene!
Apollo:
B-But we need to investigate!
Trucy:
Apollo! Look! That stand!
Trucy:
...
It says "Eldoon"!
Apollo:
...I've noticed.
Apollo:
Well, we've solved the case
of the missing stand at least.
Apollo:
...Though the circumstances
could stand to be better.
=Talk (Any)=
Apollo:
Um, Detective Skye...?
Ema:
Quiet, please.
It's snack time.
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Ema:
Ema:
Trucy:
We're not making much progress
here.
Apollo:
(She must not be very busy...)
Ema:
*sigh* I never seem to get a
lucky break.
Ema:
Back after nine years, and
they won't give me the
position I requested...
Ema:
...And then I hear he gave up
the defense attorney life...
Apollo:
(He? Who's he? An ex-defense
attorney...?)
=Move -> Eldoon's House=

---
June 15
Eldoon's House
---
Trucy:
Oh, Mr. Eldoon...!
Hello?
Apollo:
Looks like he left.
Trucy:
And we found his stand and
everything! What about our
free bowl!?
Apollo:
Oh, too bad, looks like we'll
have to wait a little longer
for that bowl. So sorry.
Trucy:
Aw, what a bummer.
=Examine Dog=
Apollo:
Guy Eldoon's dog doesn't
look too lively.
Apollo:
They say dogs and their owners
resemble each other...
Apollo:
I guess there are exceptions.
=Examine House=
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon's house has seen
better days.
Apollo:
And I'm betting I've eaten
better noodles.
=Examine Noo Sign=
Apollo:
This must be his business
sign. It reads "NOO".
Apollo:
Maybe that's how the kids
are spelling "new" these
days.
Apollo:
Another failed attempt at
hipster marketing.
=Examine Oil Drum=
Apollo:
An oil drum for catching
rainwater.
Apollo:
...Ack! A sparrow just flew
over and... Aw man, that was
just disgusting!
Apollo:
Something tells me this wasn't
the first time.
=Examine Sign Below Drum=
Apollo:
There's a hand-written sign
here... "Save the light!"
Apollo:
It's hard to make out the
sign in the shade from the
clinic next door.
=Examine Tarp=
Apollo:
The blue tarp Mr. Eldoon used
to cover his noodle stand.
Apollo:
Robbed of its purpose, it
blows in the wind... alone.
=Examine Bowl=
Apollo:
A lone Eldoon's Noodles bowl
lies on the ground.
Apollo:
The lone bowl, tipped on its
side... It's kind of surreal.
=Examine Clinic Door=
Apollo:
The front entrance to the
Meraktis Clinic.
Apollo:
The walls and posts are so
highly polished I can see
my face in them.
Apollo:
...
Hot dang, my hair looks good.
=Examine Banner=
Apollo:
Looks like this is a banner
for some campaign.
Apollo:
"Three shots for the price of
one"... Somehow I don't see
people lining up for that.
=Examine Police Car=
Apollo:
A police car is parked in
front of the Meraktis Clinic.
Apollo:
It's empty. The police must
be inside investigating.
=Move -> Meraktis Clinic - Garage=
=Examine Side Mirror=
Apollo:
This car belongs to someone
at the Meraktis Clinic...
and it hit Mr. Wright.
Apollo:
Mr. Wright sprained his
ankle, and the car lost
a side-view mirror.
Apollo:
This car vs. Mr. Wright...
Not quite the match of the
century.
=Examine Tailpipe=
Apollo:
This is where we found your
panties, isn't it, Trucy?
Trucy:
And I can't thank you enough,
Apollo!
Apollo:
Well, thank you for saying
thank you!
Trucy:
Oh, I'm always polite! It's
part of being a performer.
You know what Daddy says:
Trucy:
"It doesn't cost anything to
be polite, and it could bring
you more business."
Apollo:
...Typical.
Trucy:
Just kidding! I really am
grateful!
---
June 15
Hickfield Clinic
---
Phoenix:
Ah, you're back!
Run into some problems?
Trucy:
Oh, Polly, didn't you want
to tell Daddy something?
Apollo:
Who? Me? No!
I'm fine. Really.
Phoenix:
What's this? So there is
a problem?
Apollo:
No, no problem. Actually,
I got a defense request.
Phoenix:
A defense request! That is
a problem.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Phoenix:
I've given up the court.
I'm not a lawyer anymore.
Apollo:
...
The request was for me!
Phoenix:
Oh, right. You're a lawyer,
aren't you?
Apollo:
(He's doing that on
purpose! I know it!)
=Talk -> Murder=
Phoenix:
So, what about this defense
request?
Apollo:
It's related to the murder
in People Park, actually.
Trucy:
Guess what! We found
Mr. Eldoon's noodle stand
at the scene of the crime!
Phoenix:
Did you now. That's unusual
indeed.
Phoenix:
Never heard of a noodle stand
being used as a murder weapon.
Apollo:
...Uh, I think the murder
weapon was something else.
Phoenix:
You mean you don't know what
the murder weapon was?
Trucy:
That funny detective lady
won't let us on the scene!
Trucy:
What kind of detective wears a
lab coat, anyway!?
Phoenix:
A lab coat? Hmm. Didn't think
she'd be involved with this...
Apollo:
...You know her?
Phoenix:
You could say that.
=Talk -> Skye connection=
Apollo:
So... you know her, don't you?
Phoenix:
I met her on a case... this
was about ten years ago.
Phoenix:
She was still a high school
student at the time.
Apollo:
(That would make her about the
same age as me!)
Trucy:
That's my daddy! He knows
all the police types.
Trucy:
Oh, wait! Maybe you know
that other guy, too!
Apollo:
That other guy...?
Trucy:
That shining prince on the
motorcycle!
Phoenix:
...Prince?
=Talk -> Mysterious Prince=
Phoenix:
Apollo. Tell me about this
"prince" of Trucy's.
Phoenix:
Indulge a concerned father...
Apollo:
He was at the crime scene...
He looked just like Mr. Gavin!
Phoenix:
...
Did he now.
Apollo:
...You know him?
Phoenix:
My guess is he's Kristoph
Gavin's younger brother...
Apollo:
His brother!?
Phoenix:
We're acquaintances, after
a fashion.
Phoenix:
Klavier Gavin... rock 'n'
roll god incarnate.
Trucy:
Klavier... What a lovely name!
He's so dreamy!
Apollo:
(I didn't know Mr. Gavin had
a brother!)
Apollo:
(And what was he doing out
there?)
Phoenix:
I have a feeling you'll be
crossing paths again soon.
----------------------------
Klavier Gavin
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Spitting image and younger
brother of Mr. Gavin. An
acquaintance of Mr. Wright.
----------------------------
Phoenix:
...Now, what was the problem
again?
Phoenix:
Having trouble investigating
the crime scene in the park?
Trucy:
Yeah. That detective woman
won't let us!
Phoenix:
...Go to the office. Under the
silk top hat you'll find a
bottle of white powder.
Phoenix:
Try taking that to this
detective.
Apollo:
"White powder"...?
(I hope it's not what I
think it is.)
Phoenix:
Just take it to her. It'll be
fine, you'll see.
Phoenix:
Oh, and tell her I said hi.
=Examine Hat=
Apollo:
So this must be the "silk top
hat" Mr. Wright mentioned.
Apollo:
Let's take a closer look...
Huh?
Trucy:
Whoa!
Apollo:
You know what this is, Trucy?
Trucy:
I... remember finding some
in Daddy's dresser when I was
little.
Trucy:
I thought it was sugar, so I
licked it... He got mad at me.
Apollo:
(This is getting more and
more suspicious...)
** White powder placed gingerly

into pocket. **
----------------------------
White Powder
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Wright Anything Agency.
Mysterious white powder with
the alleged ability to improve
Detective Skye's mood.
=Check -> Label=
Apollo:
Hmm. The bottle has a label
on it.
Trucy:
Can you read it?
Apollo:
Uh, not a word. I'm not sure
I speak whatever language this
is written in.
Trucy:
That's too bad. I guess we're
stuck with this mysterious
bottle of white powder...
----------------------------
Trucy:
Let's go talk to that
detective!
Trucy:
She's sure to know what that
white powder is!
=Move -> People Park=
=Present White Powder=
Apollo:
Um... Does this ring any
bells?
Ema:
Ah! Is that--!? It couldn't!?
Where'd you get that?
Apollo:
I brought it from the office.
Ema:
You... work at the
Wright & Co. Law Offices, yes?
Apollo:
Er, yeah, sort of...
Trucy:
Detective Skye! How do you
know my daddy?
Ema:
D-D-Daddy!? I'm sorry, who
did you say you were?
Trucy:
Trucy Wright. Phoenix Wright's
daughter.
Ema:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Mr. Wright has a daughter!?
Trucy:
You seem shocked.
Ema:
W-Well, if you're Mr. Wright's
daughter and you're his
apprentice...
Ema:
...then I'm available to help
you in any way I can!
Apollo:
Oh, uh, thanks.
(You can start by not calling
me Mr. Wright's apprentice!)
Ema:
This powder is used for
detecting fingerprints.
Apollo:
Fingerprints...?
Ema:
I guess you might call it a
memento... from the time I
spent with Mr. Wright.
Apollo:
(White powder memories...)
Ema:
If you find any evidence with
fingerprints on it, please let
me know!
Ema:
We'll dust for prints!
Apollo:
(Well, she's quite the eager
beaver all of a sudden...)
----------------------------
Fingerprint Powder
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Wright Anything Agency.
A memento of Wright and
Skye. Examine fingerprints to
detect and match prints.
=Check -> Label=
Apollo:
The label reads "Fingerprint
Powder" in some strange
language.
Trucy:
How do we know for sure?
Trucy:
What if this is really a
jar for something else, like
jam, or honey?
Apollo:
Why would anyone go through
the trouble?
Trucy:
Well, so the police don't
find out, that's why!
Apollo:
I hardly think possessing
fingerprint powder
is a crime.
Trucy:
Oh, huh, I guess.
That's boring.
----------------------------
=Present Powder (again)=
Ema:
Fingerprint analysis is the
very basis of modern forensic
science!
Ema:
Doesn't just talking about
it leave you breathless with
excitement?
Apollo:
Oh yes. Breathless.
(Actually, it does sound
kinda interesting...)
Ema:
Let me know if you find any
evidence that might have a
print or two, alright?
=Present Badge=
Ema:
Ah, an attorney's badge. It
reminds me of when Mr. Wright
was still defending.
Ema:
Everything I have now is
thanks to him.
Ema:
Remember, help as many people
as you can. That's your job!
Trucy:
She's right, Polly!
Let's make a difference!
Trucy:
...Is something wrong?
Apollo:
Ah! Ah, no! N-Nothing.
(I... I actually felt inspired
for a moment there.)
=Present Other=
Ema:
Sorry... I don't think I can
help you with that.
Ema:
I think you need more than
just scientific help.
Ema:
But ask me anything you like!
...Just ask scientifically.
=Examine Stand=
Apollo:
...And this is Mr. Eldoon's
noodle stand, obviously.
Trucy:
It does say "Eldoon" in big
letters, doesn't it!
Apollo:
And that mark on his paper
lantern there looks familiar.
Trucy:
It's going to be a little
weird telling him... what with
the corpse and all...
Apollo:
Anyway, that wraps up three
of our cases.
Trucy:
That's right! Congratulations,
Apollo!
Apollo:
(And leaves us with one case
that's worse than all three
put together... Murder.)
=Examine Mannequin=
Apollo:
This mannequin is dressed up
to look like a police officer.
I've seen one at the station.
Apollo:
(A mannequin in place of a
body...)
Ema:
The body of the victim has
already been removed.
Trucy:
Do you think the victim was
the noodle stand thief?
Apollo:
What, you think someone killed
him because he stole it?
Trucy:
Yeah! Taking care of business,
Little Plum Kitaki style!
Apollo:
(Try not to sound too eager
about that, please.)
=Examine Tarps=
Apollo:
Blue tarps have been placed on
the ground around the stand.
Trucy:
Apollo! I bet the victim was
going to have a picnic here!
Apollo:
...I guess he could have eaten
all the noodles he wanted.
Ema:
Don't touch those! Those are
preserving the crime scene!
Apollo:
(Oh, I guess the police put
these tarps here after all.)
=Examine Trash Can=

Apollo:
(There's got to be a good
clue or two around here...)
Trucy:
You and your trash cans!
Go ahead, knock yourself out.
Apollo:
Please, can't you see I'm
doing my... Huh?
Apollo:
L... Look!
Another pair of underwear!?
Trucy:
Wow, Apollo! You're a genius
at finding panties!
Apollo:
Stop saying that. Wait, these
aren't...?
Trucy:
Th-They're not mine!
Apollo:
(Could these have been stolen,
too?)
** Bloomers added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Bloomers
Type: Other
Retrieved from
People Park.
Found in a trash can at
People Park. Distinctive
bloomers, to say the least.
=Check -> Back=
Trucy:
These bloomers sure have a...
distinct design!
Apollo:
You certainly know who they
belong to at a glance.
Trucy:
That way, she doesn't have to
write her name on them!
Trucy:
Genius!
Apollo:
...I would think writing your
name would be easier than
drawing a plum blossom.
----------------------------
=Examine Trash Can (again)=
Trucy:
I'll always remember this
trash can as "the place where
Apollo found those bloomers"!
Apollo:
Don't you have more important
things to remember?
Apollo:
Wait, these aren't...?
Trucy:
Th-They're not mine!
Apollo:
(Could these have been stolen,
too?)
=Examine Benches=
Apollo:
Benches line the river running
through the park.
Trucy:
Ahh, a little urban oasis.
Trucy:
I bet children come here to
splash around in the water.
Apollo:
That river's a little deep
for splashing... and a little
dirty.
Trucy:
Well, they could listen to the
water and pretend they were
playing.
=Examine Knife=
Apollo:
It's... a knife!
Ema:
A "shiv" to be precise.
Trucy:
Ooh... lingo!
Ema:
The defendant, Wocky Kitaki,
is the son of known gangsters.
Ema:
The police are assuming this
belongs to him.
Apollo:
(Wait, but wasn't the murder
weapon a pistol...?)
Apollo:
Huh? Look at this, there's
a handprint on this shiv...
Ema:
A handprint? Then there might
be a fingerprint.
Ema:
Let's investigate!
Ema:
Right! First, choose the
fingerprint you want to
examine.
Apollo:
...Choose a fingerprint?
Ema:
Look closely at the handle.
Ema:
See? There's more than one
fingerprint there.
Trucy:
Those black spots?
Ema:
That's right. Pick the one
you want to analyze.
Ema:
Right! Let's get detecting!
Apollo:
(Wow, she's practically glowing
with excitement...)
Ema:
First, sprinkle some aluminum
powder over the print.
Ema:
Just touch the screen,
like this. See?
Ema:
The oil left by the print
absorbs the aluminum powder,
so you just dust it on...
Ema:
...and blow it off!
Trucy:
B-Blow?
Ema:
It's like whistling. You know
how to whistle, don't you?
Just put your lips together...
Trucy:
Wow! Amazing! It's like magic!
Ema:
Heh heh. Isn't it though?
Apollo:
(Right, let's give it a shot!)
Ema:
Incidentally, it's important
that you cover the entire
fingerprint with the powder.
Ema:
Hmm, good... clear...
Quite impressive!
Ema:
Next, to match the print.
Ema:
The police office has samples
so you can tell whose finer
this print belongs to.
Apollo:
Hmm... That doesn't sound
like as much fun as actually
finding the print.
Ema:
OK, pick the person whose
print you think this is.
Ema:
You probably have a good idea
whose knife this is already.
=Compare Wrong=
No match
found
=Compare Wocky Kitaki=
Match
found
Apollo:
So... the fingerprints do
belong to the defendant.
Ema:
Yes! Isn't it amazing? Ah, the
power of science.
It's my life.
Trucy:
Apollo, she's... sparkling.
Apollo:
And I'm dimming.
Ema:
Look sharp, spirits up. The
real fight is yet to come!
Trucy:
Chin up, Polly!
Apollo:
(The trial hasn't even started
and I'm already losing...)
** Knife added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Knife
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
People Park.
Also known as a "shiv".
Found at the crime scene
bearing Wocky's prints.
=Check -> Prints=
Trucy:
So, the defendant's prints
are on this knife...
Apollo:
That would mean he was here
the night of the crime.
Trucy:
That's what I call irrefutable
scientific evidence! Neat!
Apollo:
Not so neat when it happens
to be evidence against our
client...
----------------------------
=Talk -> The case=
Ema:
The report came in late last
night. The body was found
much as you see it now.
Ema:
...Except it was a real body.
Apollo:
But... why?
Ema:
Why was a body pulling a
noodle stand?
Ema:
If I knew the answer to that,
I wouldn't still be here.
Apollo:
Well, what was the cause of
death...?
Ema:
A bullet wound, to the temple.
...He was shot by a pistol.
Trucy:
A pistol?
Ema:
Not the easiest thing to come
by in this day and age.
Apollo:
(Unless you're a cop... or a
gangster.)
Ema:
Incidentally, the victim's
name was Pal Meraktis.
Ema:
I just received the autopsy
report, in fact.
** Meraktis's Autopsy Report

added to the Court Record. **
----------------------------
Meraktis's Autopsy Report
Type: Reports
Received from
Ema Skye.
Time of death: June 14, after
10 PM. Cause of death: Single
bullet to the right temple.
=Check=
-Victim's Name
Pal Meraktis (Age:46), Male
-Estimated Time of Death
June 14
Between 10:15 PM and 10:45 PM
-Cause of Death
Damage to brain resulting from
bullet wound.
-Points of Interest
Entry point: right temple.
----------------------------
Ema:
I mean, really! What's up with
this case!?
Ema:
It's enough to make me want to
run off, pulling a mysterious
noodle stand behind me...
Trucy:
Not so mysterious, actually...
Trucy:
We should tell her, Apollo!
Trucy:
After all, we know where the
stand came from!
Ema:
A likely story! I didn't come
here to play games, you know.
Apollo:
Actually, we do know where the
noodle stand came from.
Apollo:
The noodle stand's owner is...
=Present Wrong=
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Ema:
...
Look, I have better things
to be doing.
Ema:
I'd make more progress eating
snacks than listening to this
drivel.
Apollo:
(You could try actually
investigating, rather than
just standing around.)
=Present Guy Eldoon=
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Ema:
...
Who's the old guy?
Apollo:
This is the proprietor of
Eldoon's Noodles, Mr. Eldoon
himself!
Trucy:
He's famous in this part of
town.
Ema:
Not bad. I guess Mr. Wright
picked the right kids for
the job.
Ema:
That saved me a lot of work.
Thanks.
** Noodle Stand added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Noodle Stand
Type: Other
Retrieved from
People Park.
Mr. Eldoon's noodle stand.
Victim died pulling it.
=Check -> Reverse=
Trucy:
Huh? Look at this, Apollo!
Mr. Eldoon spelled his name
backwards on this side!
Apollo:
Um, I think that says
"Noodle".
Apollo:
As in "Eldoon's Noodles".
Trucy:
Huh...
Oh, I get it!
Trucy:
So the name of his store is
the same whether you read it
forward or backwards!
Apollo:
Yeah... I guess it would be.
Well, except for the last
"'s".
Trucy:
......
Then, how about a store called
"Team Meat"?
Apollo:
Uh, close, but that would be
"Taem Maet" backwards. And
what kind of store is that?
Trucy:
Why, a store that sells
meat! "It's not meat, unless
it's Team Meat!"
----------------------------
Trucy:
What sort of person was the
victim, anyway?
Ema:
You mean what did he do?
He was a doctor.
Apollo:
A doctor...?
(I'm starting to
see a connection here...)
=Present Autopsy Report=
Ema:
Why did Dr. Meraktis die like
this...?
Trucy:
Pulling a noodle stand...
Very strange.
Ema:
Inconceivable!
I just don't get it!
Ema:
Some people just can't die
normally!
Apollo:
(He's dead, give him a break.)
----------------------------
Pal Meraktis
Age: 46
Gender: Male
The victim. Director of the
Meraktis Clinic. Died pulling
the noodle stand.
----------------------------
=Talk -> Your story=

Ema:
Who? Me? I'm just a supervisor
for this crime scene.
Apollo:
(Detective Skye... Hmm.)
Ema:
I was out of the country for
a while. I came back to be a
forensic scientist.
Trucy:
Ooh! Were you studying abroad?
Ema:
I was studying in Europe.
Ema:
Forensic sciences, mind you.
Ema:
But when I got back here, they
threw me in criminal affairs!
Just like that!
Trucy:
Why didn't you just become a
forensics expert in Europe?
Ema:
Well, I suppose that was an
option, but...
Ema:
I had a lot of favors to repay
to people back here.
Apollo:
(Favors? Wasn't she in high
school when she left?)
Ema:
What? What's that look for?
Ema:
I was involved in an...
incident before I left.
Ema:
But Mr. Wright and his people
helped me out. I owed them.
Trucy:
Really? I had no idea...
Apollo:
(If she's been out of the
country for a while...)
Apollo:
(...she probably doesn't know
about Mr. Wright's current,
erm, "state of affairs".)
=Talk -> The defendant=
Apollo:
Um... Could you tell us a bit
about the defendant?
Apollo:
He's the only son of the
Kitaki Family, yes...?
Ema:
Wocky Kitaki.
Ema:
I don't know if he is the
boss's son, but he's certainly
throwing his weight around...
Ema:
...Violently.
In the detention center.
Trucy:
I see.
Apollo:
Why was he arrested in the
first place?
Ema:
...
Ema:
You are a defense attorney,
aren't you? You're not his,
by any chance?
Apollo:
Er, a-actually, yes, I am.
Ema:
Well... We have a witness
to the moment of the crime.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Ema:
The witness called the police.
They'll be testifying during
the trial tomorrow.
Trucy:
Whaaaaaaaa--!?
=Talk -> The victim=
Apollo:
Could you tell us a bit more
about the victim?
Ema:
Well, let's see... Apparently
he's the physician at a clinic
in the area.
Ema:
Quite well off, too, from the
sound of it.
Ema:
The clinic's name is...
The Meraktis Clinic.
Trucy:
Hmm... Maybe that's why the
cop car was parked there?
Ema:
What? You've been to the
clinic?
Apollo:
Yeah... Though on a related (mistake?)
issue.
Apollo:
(I told the detective about
the case of the stolen
noodle stand.)
Ema:
...I see...
So that means...
Ema:
...Dr. Meraktis stole the
stand and pulled it all the
way here?
Apollo:
case.
Ema:
...
But why?
Apollo:
Don't ask me!
Ema:
So... have you met the
defendant?
Apollo:
Ah. Uh... No.
Ema:
Visiting hours are almost
over at the detention center.
Ema:
You might think about wrapping
up here and heading over.
Apollo:
Good idea.
Apollo:
(I don't know what good it
will do. We have a witness,
and a knife with prints...)
Apollo:
(Have I mentioned I've got a
bad feeling about this?)
Ema:
Don't worry, it's like a
Wright tradition.
Apollo:
(Some traditions I can live
without.)
=Talk -> The case=
Trucy:
Hmm... I think we should focus
on finding more information
about the case.
Apollo:
You seem to be having fun.
Trucy:
Of course! This is my first
criminal investigation!
Trucy:
And it's so mysterious! A
noodle stand pushing a dead
man along...
Apollo:
...Uh, I think it was the
otehr way around. The dead
man was pulling the stand.
Apollo:
But you're right about it
being mysterious.
Trucy:
I knew it! More information,
that's what we need!
=Present Panties=
Trucy:
I'm so glad we found my
panties!
Apollo:
I had no idea they were so
important to you.
Trucy:
And in time for tonight's
show, too!
Trucy:
A lot of people come just to
see my panties, you know!
Apollo:
You... might not want to
advertise it like that.
Trucy:
?
---
June 15
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---
Guard:
I'm sorry. Meeting hours for
the day are all done.
Apollo:
B-But we still have three
minutes!
Guard:
I'll put in your request,
but don't expect anything.
Guard:
The father's talking in the
private room with him.
Trucy:
The father? You mean like a
priest?
Guard:
I mean the suspect's father,
Mr. Winfred "Big Wins" Kitaki
himself.
Apollo:
(Not someone I care to meet...)
???:
...Die you--!!!
???:
...You're the one on your
way out, old--!!!
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
.........
Guard:
Ah. They're here.
Apollo:
(Whoa! This guy radiates
power!)
Apollo:
(Power.. with a cute
apron?)
???:
You Wocky's lawyer?
Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir!
Big Wins:
Well, I'm Big Wins Kitaki,
fourth head of the Kitaki
family... capice?
----------------------------
Winfred Kitaki
Age: 56
Gender: Male
4th Boss of the Kitaki Family.
Wocky's father. Wears an
apron. (Don't ask.)
----------------------------
Apollo:
Er... Actually, I came to
speak to your son.
Big Wins:
...
Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Yes?
Big Wins:
My son's innocent.
He killed no one.
Big Wins:
If he were found guilty...
it wouldn't be good.
Big Wins:
...Capice?
Apollo:
Y-Yes! I'm all about capicing!
Capice'd loud and clear!
Big Wins:
You gotta do more than just
understand to make it.
Big Wins:
You'll learn, though.
Big Wins:
Even if the lesson comes at
the end of your short life.
Apollo:
(I don't feel so good...)
???:
What's the big idea, old man!
Wocky:
You can't treat me like a kid
no more, not now!
Wocky:
You know I... I...
Wocky:
I wanted to go to the clink!
I like it here!
Apollo:
You... must be Wocky?
Wocky:
A G's not a G till he does
hard time! Bizzoooy!
Wocky:
You'll see. When I get out
of here, things'll change!
Big Wins:
Silence!
Big Wins:
My apologies, Mr. Justice...
He's usually such a nice boy.
Apollo:
(Forgive me if I have a
hard time believing that.)
Wocky:
Ha! You can't take me under
your wing this time, old man!
Wocky:
You heard me! I don't need
no trial! I did it!
Big Wins:
...I think that's enough for
today, Mr. Justice.
Big Wins:
Don't let me down tomorrow.
Apollo:
So much for talking to our
client.
Trucy:
But we made so much progress
today!
Trucy:
We even found my panties!
I had fun, at least.
Apollo:
Of course, the biggest mystery
of all remains...
Apollo:
(How am I supposed to build
a case for the trial!?)
Trucy:
Oh, almost forgot, it's time
for my show!
Trucy:
Tonight I'm performing at the
Wonder Bar! You should come
check it out.
To be continued.
============================
Episode 2
Turnabout Corner
============================
---
June 16, 9:46 AM
Distict Court
---
Apollo:
Huh...
Mr. Wright's not here today?
Trucy:
He said his old foot injury
was acting up.
Apollo:
Old injury...!? He was all
smiles yesterday!
Trucy:
Yes, he smiled when he said
we'd be fine "as long as
you're there, Trucy".
Apollo:
Yes... Fine... We'll be fine.
Here comes Justice!!!
Apollo:
I started my voice training
at 5 this morning.
Trucy:
Oooh! Do some now! I want to
see! ...Er, hear!
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, OK.
...Ahem.
Apollo:
My name is Apollo Justice,
and I'm fine!!!
Trucy:
......
Trucy:
That sounds more like a
self-mantra than voice
training.
???:
...I'm fine! I'm fine!
You know what I'm saying!?
Apollo:
Ack! G-Good morning!
Wocky:
Yo, 'sup.
Wocky:
Hit me with the guilty
verdict, G! See if I care.
Wocky:
You just hang loose and let
things go with the flow.
You know what I'm saying!?
Apollo:
Uh, not really.
Big Wins:
Wocky! Don't be running your
mouth like that in here!
Wocky:
See, that's the difference
between me and you, old man.
I ain't afraid of no cops.
Wocky:
Real G's can't keep it real
till they spend some hard
time in the pen.
Big Wins:
You have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.
Trucy:
Sounds like they've both been
voice training too, Apollo.
Apollo:
(My worst fears realized...)
Apollo:
(The trial's starting and I
still haven't had a real
talk with my client!)
---
June 16, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 4
---
Judge:
Court is now in session for
the trial of Wocky Kitaki.
Apollo:
The defense is ready, Your
Honor.
Klavier:
Ready to rock 'n' roll, Herr
Judge.
Trucy:
Ah! It's him! The pri--guy
from yesterday! He's a
prosecutor?
Apollo:
(...It's Mr. Gavin's brother!)
Klavier:
...
Judge:
Long time no see...
Prosecutor Gavin. Were you
taking a leave of absence?
Klavier:
You know that little band
I started in my free time?
Thing is, we got real popular.
Klavier:
Hard to say "nein" to your
fans when three of your
singles go platinum, ja?
----------------------------
Klavier Gavin
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Star prosecutor, lead in a
gold-record-selling band, and
Mr. Gavin's younger brother.
----------------------------
Judge:
...I see. To be honest, I was
a little concerned.
Judge:
I feared that you might
still be distraught over
that one trial...
Klavier:
Not to worry, Herr Judge.
Klavier:
I wouldn't miss this day in
court for the world.
Klavier:
It's worth even more than
VIP passes to one of my
concerts, ja?
Klavier:
How could I pass up a chance
to see the true strength...
Klavier:
...of the little boy who
bested my brother?
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
It was worth canceling a
show or two.
Judge:
Understood.
Judge:
You may give your opening
statements to the court.
Klavier:
Before that, I was thinking...
Klavier:
Is the air in this courtroom
not a bit... serious?
Judge:
It IS a court of law.
Klavier:
That's no way to get the
crowd jumping, Herr Judge.
Judge:
They're not supposed to jump!
This is a courtroom!
Klavier:
Achtung, baby!
Today, we play it my way!
Apollo:
(What's that... noise?)
Klavier:
Sometimes you have to get on
up in order to get down...
to prosecuting!
Apollo:
(This is crazy...)
Klavier:
The victim... Pal Meraktis,
director of the Meraktis
Clinic.
Klavier:
The scene... People Park.
He was found pulling a noodle
stand.
Judge:
What in the world was a doctor
doing pulling a noodle stand?
Klavier:
Yes, I believe...
Klavier:
...you will only find that out
by asking the defendant, right
here, right now.
Klavier:
Because it's an undeniable
truth that he shot the victim!
Apollo:
What do you mean, undeniable?
Klavier:
If you are to glare at anyone,
Herr Justice, glare at the
punk in the defendant's chair.
Klavier:
His crime was witnessed
quite clearly, you see.
Judge:
...Very well.
Judge:
Please admit this witness
to the court.
Klavier:
...Nein! Not yet!
Klavier:
First, there is a little
matter to be cleaned up...
Apollo:
(Could you talk without
the accompaniment?)
Trucy:
I swear I could see the
guitar for a second!
Judge:
What is it, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
The "motive", Herr Judge.
Klavier:
Why did the little punk
do it?
Klavier:
Why did he kill the director
of the Meraktis Clinic?
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Not so fast! The defendant
doesn't have to explain that!
Klavier:
Oh? But what if the defendant
specifically requests to do
so? As he did this morning?
Klavier:
I want to "give a shout out
to all my homeys!" I believe
he said.
Judge:
Whaaaaat!?
Apollo:
(What is right!)
Trucy:
They always say that, on
stage, you should hit the
crowd with speed and ferocity!
Trucy:
Sounds like he got you
good, huh, Polly?
Judge:
Well, this is highly unusual.
But...
Judge:
The court will now hear from
the defendant concerning his
motive in the crime!
Judge:
So... You, son, are the
defendant... Wocky, are you?
Wocky:
I ain't your son, old man!
Wocky:
You step to a Kitaki, you
best be prepared to step
strong!
Klavier:
You "step" to a public
official, you'd best be
prepared to step into jail.
Trucy:
You got to hand it to him,
Wocky sure has guts!
Apollo:
(It's not his guts I'm worried
about...)
Judge:
Well then, the court will
now hear testimony on the
defendant's motive...
Judge:
...from the defendant himself!
-- Wocky Kitaki's "Truth" --
Wocky:
I'll tell you one thing,
that doctor was a quacker!
Wocky:
Someone had to show him
what's what!
Wocky:
I was in his clinic 'bout
half a year ago. He messed
up my op something bad.
Wocky:
And then he just lets me go,
without a word. See ya later,
bye!
Wocky:
So I gotta go in, get another
doc to patch me up again!
Wocky:
That was the day I done
figured it out. No O.G.'s
gonna let that pass!
Wocky:
That's why I went to his
pad that night, know what
I'm saying!?
Judge:
You're saying you were one of
the victim's patients...!?
Wocky:
Lotta stuff goes down when
you're keeping it real on
the street. Tru dat.
Wocky:
I tell you one thing, that
doc was wack!
Judge:
Hmm...
Very well, the defense may
Apollo:
(I can't believe this is the
first time I'm hearing about
all of this...)
-- Wocky Kitaki's "Truth" --
Wocky:
I'll tell you one thing,
that doctor was a quacker!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
First of all, the word you're
looking for is "quack".
Apollo:
And isn't that a little harsh?
He's your family doctor...
Wocky:
Who asked you, pointy-locks!?
Just who do you think you are?
Apollo:
(Uh... your lawyer?)
Wocky:
Look, I ain't trying to hear
that. He was a quacker, plain
and simple.
Wocky:
Someone had to show him
what's what!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
By "someone" you mean...?
Apollo:
Was there anyone with a score
to settle with this doctor?
...Besides you, I mean.
Wocky:
You better ask somebody else,
homes. What do I care?
Wocky:
I made up my own mind and did
what had to be done. Straight
gangsta-style!
Judge:
But... why were you so mad
at this doctor?
Wocky:
Yo, sit back and listen while
I drop it, J-man.
Wocky:
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So you were a patient at the
Meraktis Clinic half a year
ago? For what reason?
Wocky:
I had what you might call
a "mark of honor".
Klavier:
Can you explain precisely
what was wrong?
Wocky:
We had a little run-in
with the Rivales Family.
Wocky:
That's when I pulled a jack
move...
Wocky:
...and ran into an ambush.
G busted a cap right in me.
Klavier:
According to my sources...
you "couldn't stand
the stress of waiting..."
Klavier:
"...and ran in 15 minutes
before the appointed time."
...By yourself.
Wocky:
Hey, I was more than a match
for those guys!
Judge:
So you were carried to the
Meraktis Clinic from there?
Klavier:
Apparently, he was shot in the
heart.
Apollo:
(Shot in the heart and he's
still alive!?)
Trucy:
I can catch bullets between
my teeth!
Trucy:
But I never learned how to
catch them with my heart!
Wocky:
The bullet stopped just short
of my thumper, you know what
I'm saying?
Wocky:
I woulda been golden if it
weren't for that wack doc!
Wocky:
Can't even take out a stupid
bullet!
Klavier:
...So, as you say, the surgery
was a failure.
Wocky:
That ain't all of it, homes!
Wocky:
bye!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
What do you mean, he just
let you go without a word?
Wocky:
What do you think it means!?
It's wack, that's what!
Judge:
I'm not sure what that means,
but it sounds bad...
Klavier:
It sounds as though Herr
Doktor wished to hide his
mistake...
Klavier:
This is why he let the
defendant go.
Wocky:
He's a liar, straight up!
He's a badder G than me!
Wocky:
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So, this bullet is still...?
Wocky:
You know it! I can still
feel it...
Wocky:
Right there in my chest,
pressin' up against my heart!
Klavier:
"Your words are like a bullet
shot straight into my heart."
Klavier:
...or something to that
effect? Incidentally, that's
from one of our hit singles.
Judge:
Well, that sounds like a
straightforward case of
malpractice!
Wocky:
Word, J-man. Weren't no
accident, that's fo' shizzle.
Wocky:
That was the day I done
figured it out. No O.G.'s
gonna let that pass!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You figured it out that day?
So you had no idea until then?
Wocky:
For half a year, I didn't
notice a thing.
Apollo:
Whaaaat!?
You had a bullet in your
chest and you didn't know!?
Wocky:
Heh!
Takes more than a bullet to
bring me down, homes!
Apollo:
(How many bullets does it
take!?)
Wocky:
That's why I went to his
pad that night, know what
I'm saying!?
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You "went to his pad"...?
Apollo:
Did you have an appointment
to meet with the victim?
In the park, perhaps?
Wocky:
You out of your mind!? Who
makes an appointment to get
the drop on someone!?
Wocky:
I came ready to fight my way
into that clinic of his.
Wocky:
Shortest way to the clinic
from my place is through that
park, know what I'm saying?
Apollo:
(...He's right. That does seem
to be the shortest path.)
Wocky:
There I was, cold walking
through the park...
Wocky:
...when he comes popping up
out of nowhere, right before
my eyes!
Wocky:
I figured someone up on high
was looking out for me, know
what I'm saying?
Apollo:
(Unngh... This sounds bad
right from the get-go.)
Trucy:
Well, there won't be any
get-go if we don't get some
more information!
Apollo:
(Right. First, gather the
facts. Time enough for
despair later!)
Judge:
Hmm... It seems that there
were issues with this doctor.
Wocky:
Man, putting him down was like
doing the world a favor!
Apollo:
Wocky! ...Please consult your
lawyer before saying things
like that...
Trucy:
Chin up, Apollo!
Back straight!
Judge:
But, why did this mistake
only come to light that day?
Klavier:
It was found during the
Family health check-up.
Apollo:
The F-Family check-up?
Wocky:
That was the wackest thing
of all! All us G's lining up,
taking eye exams 'n' all that.
Wocky:
Better to die young than
fade away, bizzzoy!
Klavier:
...A relief to hear.
Wocky:
Eh? Wh-What's a relief!?
Klavier:
Oh? Did your father not
tell you?
Klavier:
That bullet you carry so close
to your heart... if not
attended to immediately...
Klavier:
...It could kill you.
Apollo:
Wh-Whaaat!?
Klavier:
Yes, Herr Doktor Meraktis
had knowledge concerning this
ticking "time bomb" in you.
Klavier:
Knowledge... that could have
saved your life.
Wocky:
No way! Th-That's wacked!
Klavier:
There is proof.
Your check-up report.
** Wocky's Check-Up Report

----------------------------
Wocky's Check-Up Report
Type: Documents
by Prosecutor Gavin
Results from a check-up
performed in June. Metallic
object found near heart.
=Check=
-Patient's Name
Wocky Kitaki (Age: 19), Male
-Report Filed
June 14
-Notes
Metallic object found near
heart. Urgent exam needed.
----------------------------
Klavier:
...How ironic that you would
kill the one man capable of
helping you.
Klavier:
You're almost as careless as
he was!
Klavier:
...Ah ha ha ha.
Wocky:
......
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
Well, now that the place
is hopping...
Klavier:
Let's get this gig started!
Judge:
S-Started...?
Klavier:
We've had enough of a warm-up
act, ja? Time to hear from the
witness!
Trucy:
...Wocky sure is quiet all of
a sudden.
Apollo:
I'm a little uneasy myself.
Apollo:
(Is this Gavin's strategy...?)
Klavier:
So.
You will tell us your name
and occupation.
Stickler:
My name...
is Wesley Stickler.
Stickler:
By "occupation" I take it you
refer to some labor that
Stickler:
"profits" society at large,
and supports a livelihood
Stickler:
under which definition I must
confess to being "unemployed"
Stickler:
however, we mush acknowledge
the meaning of "identity"
Stickler:
which is commonly attached to
this notion of "occupation",
Stickler:
and once we have accepted this
reality, we see that our
Stickler:
confusion is not Gestalt, per se,
but derives instead from
Stickler:
the "vagueness" inherent in all
representations of thoug--
Klavier:
By which he means to say
that he is a student.
Klavier:
A junior at Ivy University
if I'm not mistaken?
Stickler:
Yes, in the Department of
Science and Engineering.
----------------------------
Wesley Stickler
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Junior in Science at Ivy
University. The witness. A
man concerned with "truth".
----------------------------
Stickler:
Filled with curiosity for all
things, I spend my days in
pursuit of truth, honing my...
Klavier:
Herr Stickler, please direct
said curiosity to the case at
hand today.
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Stickler.
Judge:
Please testify to the court
about what you saw on the
night of the crime.
Stickler:
You ask, quite simplistically,
"what I saw". However, we must
Stickler:
understand that homo sapiens
possess two eyes, each of
Stickler:
these designed to receive and
interpret data, sending images
in the form of signals to the...
-- A Night in the Park --
Stickler:
That night, I passed through
the park on my way home from
shopping... when I saw them!
Stickler:
One man, pulling a stand.
Another man, facing him.
Stickler:
I saw them quite clearly.
The man facing the victim
was the defendant.
Stickler:
In his hand he held... yes,
a pistol! It was pointed at
the man pulling the stand.
Stickler:
A shot! The bullet hit the man
pulling the stand from the
front, square in the forehead!
Judge:
Hmm...
Was there anyone else in
the park at that time?
Stickler:
I can say with 100% accuracy
that there was not.
Klavier:
The pistol our witness refers
to... is this.
Judge:
The court accepts this into
evidence.
** Pistol added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Pistol
Type: Weapons
by Prosecutor Gavin.
Weapon left at the crime
scene. Two rounds were fired.
Fingerprints were wiped.
=Check -> Barrel=
Apollo:
Whoa! Don't point that thing
at me!
Trucy:
Don't worry! I can handle
myself around guns.
Trucy:
Magic guns, at least. The ones
that pigeons come out of.
Apollo:
...Very reassuring.
----------------------------
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Justice, you
may cross-examine the witness.
Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Trucy:
...
Apollo:
Uh... Trucy? Why are you
staring like that at the
witness?
Trucy:
That man...
Trucy:
I can't help but feel I've
seen him somewhere before.
Apollo:
...?
-- A Night in the Park --
Stickler:
That night, I passed through
the park on my way home from
shopping... when I saw them!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
On the way home from shopping,
you say? Why go through the
park?
Stickler:
Ah, a fascinating inquiry.
Stickler:
Revealing me culpable of
being insufficiently verbose!
Stickler:
Let us consider the time saved
by passing through the park on
the way home from the store:
Stickler:
In that time I am capable of
solving two GMAT problem sets.
Stickler:
On average, it requires me
3 minutes, 24 seconds to
complete one such set.
Stickler:
Ergo the time to complete
two is, on average, 6 minutes
48 seconds.
Stickler:
However! In the case that the
questions are in the verbal
category, admittedly not m...
Apollo:
Th-That's enough! Enough.
I get the idea.
Judge:
Mr. Justice! The court hopes
to finish cross-examination
sometime this month.
Klavier:
Please. I've a recording
booked after this trial.
Trucy:
And I've got a show to
perform.
Apollo:
(Gee, sorry you're all so
busy!)
Stickler:
One man, pulling a stand.
Another man, facing him.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Were these men talking, by
any chance?
Stickler:
Ah, now that you mention it,
they were, though I cannot
claim I heard them clearly.
Stickler:
Only fragments... such as,
"You lied to me!" Oh, and...
Stickler:
"I'm gonna give you a taste of
your own medicine, pal."
Klavier:
Ah ha ha ha! It's just as our
defendant claims!
Klavier:
I believe he wished to "teach"
the victim what it felt like
to take a bullet in the heart.
Judge:
If that's true, then this is a
vital piece of testimony!
Apollo:
(Sounds like he heard them
clearly enough to me!)
???:
*HOLD IT!*
Stickler:
Might I be allowed to amend
my testimony?
Apollo:
(Wh... What now!?)
Stickler:
To be precise, he did not
say "pal" but "man".
Stickler:
Yes, that was the way of it.
I swear it on my diploma!
Apollo:
(What's the difference!?)
Klavier:
And this other man, who was
he?
Stickler:
I saw them quite clearly.
The man facing the victim
was the defendant.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
How can you be so sure it was
the defendant!?
Apollo:
The crime took place at night!
It would have been too dark!
Stickler:
...Perhaps I was remiss in
not mentioning this earlier.
Apollo:
Huh?
Stickler:
You see, in class, I always
sit in the very backmost seat.
Stickler:
Do you know why?
Apollo:
(...Who cares!?)
Stickler:
Because I do not wish anyone
to copy my perfect notes!
Judge:
...And this relates to your
testimony how?
Stickler:
I mention this to illustrate
my predisposition to that
which is "perfect".
Stickler:
It was dark, you say? Yet
there are lights in the park.
Stickler:
If I say the defendant was in
the park that night, then he
was in the park that night.
Stickler:
It is a hard, immutable fact.
Trucy:
He sure is confident...
Apollo:
He seems to be telilng the
truth, too. *sigh*
Stickler:
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Are you sure the pistol you
saw is the same as the one
just submitted as evidence?
Stickler:
Am I "sure"?
Surely... you jest!
Stickler:
...Or so a common witness
would be tempted to say.
Apollo:
...Huh?
Stickler:
Yet I am no common witness.
Stickler:
I see not only events as they
are, but the logical structure
governing these events!
Stickler:
First, we must consider the
fact that it was night in the
park, which indeed restricted
Stickler:
my field of vision due to
insufficient levels of
illumination. Now if we
Stickler:
consider that he pistol, let
us call it "Object A", was
indeed shrouded in darkness it
Stickler:
becomes difficult to say with
certainty that Object A was
indeed Object A.
Trucy:
I think he means he couldn't
see it that clearly.
Apollo:
(My badge for a normal
witness...)
Stickler:
Yet the fact that a pistol
was fired before my eyes is
indisputable.
Stickler:
I can still see it when I
close my eyes. The defendant
raised his weapon...
Stickler:
A shot! The bullet hit the man
pulling the stand from the
front, square in the forehead!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Are you absolutely certain
only one shot was fired?
Stickler:
Yes. Of course it was one
shot. Why do you ask?
Apollo:
(Ah ha! A contradiction!
Finally!)
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler. According to
the Court Record, the pistol
was fired twice.
Apollo:
A clear contradiction!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Good eyes, Herr Justice.
You're cool. Real cool.
Apollo:
Eh?
Y-You really think so?
Klavier:
Yet, there is no reason why
this other shot had to have
been fired that night.
Judge:
Meaning...?
Klavier:
This pistol came from the
Kitaki Family mansion, ja?
Klavier:
I think it's not unreasonable
to assume the pistol had been
fired once before that night.
Klavier:
During, perhaps... another
altercation?
Apollo:
(Ugh... He's got a point.)
Trucy:
Judging from his smug
expression...
Trucy:
...I'd say Prosecutor Gavin
had that answer ready before
you even spotted the problem.
Apollo:
(He seems pretty confident
in his testimony.)
Trucy:
We always make the biggest
mistakes when we're our most
confident!
Trucy:
He's got a weak point
somewhere, Apollo! Find it!
Apollo:
(...Right! Better give that
testimony another listen.)
((Present Autopsy Report))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
(Whew... If that's all of it,
I think I have a chance.)
Klavier:
Is that you... relaxing,
I see, Herr Justice?
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, er...
Ahem!
Apollo:
Objection!!!
Judge:
...Once is quite enough,
Mr. Justice.
Trucy:
Apollo! Pace yourself! This
trial's not over yet!
Apollo:
Urk! Eh, right! Ahem, um,
look at this!
Judge:
The... autopsy report?
Is there a problem with the
autopsy report?
Apollo:
Um, right, a problem...
Problem... problem...
Apollo:
Yes!!! The problem is the
location of the entry wound!
Judge:
The location...?
Apollo:
You testified that the killer
shot the victim "square in
the forehead", did you not?
Stickler:
Ah, I have already determined
your "angle" of inquiry.
Stickler:
...Allow me to explain. It
is quite simple, really:
Stickler:
First understand that when
I say "square", I speak not
of geometrical absolute.
Stickler:
What do I mean by this? For
example, the defection of a
"meter" is 1,650,763.73 times
Stickler:
the wavelength of the light
emitted by a krypton particle,
as we all know. In addition,
Stickler:
it is a well known fact that
krypton particles are rare,
and invisible to the naked
Stickler:
eye, which points to a basic
fallacy in your line of
reasoning, namely, that wh--
Judge:
Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Yes?
Judge:
Was your objection to these,
er, krypton particle things?
Klavier:
This is the big time, and you
are obsessed with something so
small? You disappoint me.
Apollo:
N-N-No! I'm obsessed with
something big!
Apollo:
I mean, there's a bigger,
less nitpicky problem here!
Judge:
Do tell...
Apollo:
Just look at the autopsy
report! The location of the
entry wound was...
Apollo:
...the right temple!
Stickler:
T-Temple...?
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler, you said quite
clearly that the victim was
shot "square in the forehead"!
Apollo:
That's a contradiction!
...Isn't it?
Apollo:
(It is, right? Finally!)
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Herr Justice... Oh, Herr
Justice...
Apollo:
Yes...?
Klavier:
Your tactics are outdated.
Trying to shake the witness
by objecting to trifles?
Klavier:
Surely you haven't forgotten
the fatal wound your master
suffered seven years ago?
Klavier:
Phoenix Wright... was it?
Apollo:
...!
Apollo:
Look, I know the wound was
in the wrong place according
to this testimony!
Stickler:
Nyurk...!
Klavier:
Hey, Herr Forehead...
Apollo:
...!
(F... "Forehead"!?)
Klavier:
Let us imagine you are walking
through the park.
Klavier:
You see two men facing each
other. One with a pistol
trained on the other.
Klavier:
...What would you do, Herr
Forehead?
Apollo:
Well, I... I guess...
Apollo:
I would try to stop them.
I'd probably shout, "Stop!"
Klavier:
And you, Fräulein?
Trucy:
M-Me?
Trucy:
Well... I'd probably scream,
"Eeeeeek!"
Klavier:
And you, Herr Stickler?
What did you shout, I wonder?
Apollo:
Ack...!
(If the victim turned his head
at the last moment...*gulp*)
Stickler:
...Ah yes. Thank you for
jogging my memory.
Judge:
It sounds like an addendum
to the testimony is required.
-- A Night in the Park 2 --
Stickler:
As soon as the killer raised
his pistol, I took action.
Stickler:
"Cease this at once, you two!"
I cried... with composure.
Stickler:
The victim turned in the
direction of my voice... and
a shot rang out.
Stickler:
Whereupon our cowardly killer,
the defendant, appeared to
have become frightened.
Stickler:
Tossing the pistol aside, he
fled from the scene.
Judge:
I see... So you attempted
to stop the crime.
Stickler:
Indeed.
...With composure.
Trucy:
Well, maybe the criminal
wouldn't have fired if
he hadn't shouted like that.
Apollo:
Th-That doesn't really matter
now, unfortunately.
Klavier:
Let us consider this new
testimony, shall we?
Klavier:
...Observe the diagram, if
you would.
Klavier:
The witness... Mr. Stickler,
was it? Stood here.
Klavier:
He shouted, "Oh stop! Please!"
or something of this nature.
Klavier:
And the victim responded by
looking in the witness's
direction!
Klavier:
If the killer were to have
fired at just that moment...
Klavier:
As we can see, the bullet
would have struck the right
temple, as in the report.
Judge:
That does seem to be the case.
Stickler:
Witness the power of a Junior
in Ivy University's Department
of Science!
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice, you
may cross-examine the witness.
-- A Night in the Park 2 --
Stickler:
As soon as the killer raised
his pistol, I took action.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So you saw a raised pistol...
Weren't you frightened?
Stickler:
It can be said we students
of Ivy University know no
fear.
Stickler:
The moment I saw that pistol,
my inner sense of justice
compelled me to take action!
Judge:
That was certainly brave of
you.
Judge:
You might have gotten shot!
Stickler:
Eh!?
Klavier:
You certainly were lucky.
Klavier:
If I were in the killer's
shoes, I certainly wouldn't
have left a witness behind.
Stickler:
......!
Trucy:
He actually looks like he
had no idea he was in danger.
Stickler:
R-Regardless, I attempted
to halt the bloodshed!
Stickler:
"Cease this at once, you two!"
I cried... with composure.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Are you sure both men were
able to hear your voice?
Stickler:
They were, of course.
Stickler:
My high, exquisite voice
echoed through the park.
Klavier:
And the victim responded to
that clarion call...
Stickler:
Quite.
Stickler:
The victim turned in the
direction of my voice... and
a shot rang out.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Did you hear the gunshot
at the same time as the
victim turned?
Stickler:
Indeed. I would say "about"
the same time, to be precise.
Apollo:
And the victim didn't ask
you for help?
Stickler:
It can be said that he didn't
have time to ask.
Stickler:
He didn't even have time
to take a single step.
Trucy:
I'm totally sure that the
killer fired because
Mr. Stickler startled him.
Apollo:
Don't say that too loud,
Trucy, please...
Stickler:
Whereupon our cowardly killer,
the defendant, appeared to
have become frightened.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Can you describe the killer's
actions more clearly?
Stickler:
He seemed quite surprised,
especially considering that
it was he who did the deed!
Stickler:
As we can see, human
psychology is a tangled
web, indeed.
Klavier:
He simply couldn't believe
what he had done.
Klavier:
He shot, he panicked.
A common tale, but true.
Stickler:
Unfortunately, before I could
take further action...
Stickler:
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You didn't try to apprehend
the criminal?
Stickler:
It all happened so fast,
I'm afraid I hadn't the time.
Trucy:
Doesn't something about that
strike you as odd, Apollo?
Apollo:
...! What?
Trucy:
The killer was in a hurry,
right? He fired the pistol,
and tossed it right away...
Apollo:
According to the testimony,
that's what happened, yes.
Trucy:
In that case, I'd expect
to find something that we
didn't find!
Apollo:
(Find "something"? Find what?)
Trucy:
I liked that contradiction.
Kinda sad to see it go.
Apollo:
Not as sad as I feel. What
do we do now?
Trucy:
At least the testimony's
getting a little clearer.
Apollo:
(She's right! Maybe I can find
something to use in this new
testimony.)
((Present Pistol))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Wait a second!
Sticker:
Tsk, tsk, another misleading
request.
Stickler:
Yet you're so beholden to your
own mode of "discourse" you
can't see how it affects you!
Apollo:
Um... come again?
Stickler:
Wait a "second", you say?
A "second"?
Sticker:
Are we intended to wait just
that, a single second, one
sixtieth of a minute?
Stickler:
That's hardly enough time
to draw a breath, let alone
makea statement in court!
Stickler:
Now, had you asked for a
longer period of time, say,
3 minutes, 35 seconds, th--
Judge:
Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
Am I to understand you are
objecting to the length of
a second?
Apollo:
Yes! I mean, no! Here, just
look at the pistol!
Apollo:
It doesn't have a single
fingerprint on it!
Stickler:
Ah, a common ploy, made all
the more common, I fear, by
the prevalence of television.
Stickler:
Criminals these days are
loathe to leave fingerprints.
Apollo:
Wait! But you said the killer
tossed the gun and ran!
Trucy:
That's right!
Trucy:
He didn't have time to wipe
the gun for prints!
Stickler:
...!
Klavier:
Ah, the little girl sticking
it to the university student.
There's a song in there...
Trucy:
I'm not little!
Klavier:
A ha ha ha...
Klavier:
Then let's think like adults,
shall we, Fräulein?
Trucy:
Eh...?
Klavier:
What if the killer... the
defendant, was wearing gloves?
Trucy:
...
Trucy:
Gotta admit, I didn't think
of that, Apollo.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
(Could the killer have been
wearing gloves...?)
[ I guess... ]
Apollo:
(If he was wearing gloves,
there wouldn't be prints...)
Apollo:
...
(C'mon Justice, you've gotta
come up with something...!)
Judge:
Is there something you want to
tell the court, Mr. Justice?
Klavier:
His silence speaks louder than
words, Herr Judge. He can
think of nothing... nein?
Apollo:
I g-guess he could have been
wearing gloves.
(...I guess.)
Judge:
Then let's continue with
the testimony. If you would.
Stickler:
...My pleasure, Your Honor.
A small pleasure, but still.
[ No way ]
Apollo:
The record of the murder
weapon is very clear about
one thing:
Apollo:
The fingerprints were "wiped"
which means some trace of
prints remained!
Apollo:
Which contradicts your
testimony!
Apollo:
If everything happened as you
say it did, he wouldn't have
had time to wipe the pistol!
Stickler:
...That may be. But it does
not change what I saw.
Stickler:
The killer... the defendant...
Stickler:
He threw down the murderous
weapon from his hand and fled.
Judge:
Hmm...
Stickler:
And this pistol was found at
the scene of the crime.
Stickler:
Strongly suggesting that this
was the weapon he disposed of!
Klavier:
That sounds solid to me.
Well, Herr Forehead? Any
of your precious "objections"?
Apollo:
...
Trucy:
What gives, Apollo!? Let's
see that voice training
go to work!
Apollo:
You know, I've only recently
realized something.
Apollo:
No matter how much you train
your voice, it doesn't matter
if you have nothing to say.
Trucy:
What do you mean, "nothing
to say"!?
Trucy:
Isn't it obvious from what
the witness just said?
Apollo:
Huh? Isn't what obvious?
Trucy:
When he re-stated what he saw
just now, he said he saw Wocky
drop a "murderous weapon".
Trucy:
But that's not the same as
being 100% sure of what Wocky
threw away!
Apollo:
You're right!
Trucy:
He's just confused because
a pistol was found at the
scene!
Trucy:
Poor Mr. Stickler... It must
be hard to be so perfect, and
yet so wrong.
Stickler:
W-Well! It can be said that
I'm quite offended!
Stickler:
While it is, indeed, true that
once, in my youth, I wrote a
love letter in my own blood
Stickler:
that was seized by the teacher
and posted on the blackboard
for all to see, and for this
Stickler:
the appellation "poor" might
as well be prefixed to my name,
yet as for the issue at ha--
Judge:
What we can say for certain
is that the witness saw the
killer throw "something"...
Judge:
Does the defense have anything
to say about this?
Trucy:
Well, if what he threw wasn't
a pistol...
Apollo:
Then it had to be something
else!
Klavier:
At least one person on the
defense team seems to be
thinking.
Apollo:
(Grr... I'll wipe that smile
off your pretty face, Gavin!)
Judge:
Perhaps you can inform the
court as to the nature of
this "something else"?
Judge:
What did the killer throw
away before fleeing the
scene?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
What the witness really
saw... was this! Or...
something like it.
Judge:
...
Judge:
Penalty.
Apollo:
(That didn't even warrant a
wise-crack, did it.)
Judge:
Perhaps you'd like to try
that again, Mr. Justice?
((Present Knife))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Is that... a sword?
Judge:
I saw one of those on the
late night movie last night!
Apollo:
(Great, a sleep-deprived
judge...)
Apollo:
This knife was found at the
scene of the crime... with
the defendant's prints on it.
Judge:
His prints!
Apollo:
This single piece of evidence
proves two important things:
Apollo:
One, that what the defendant
threw down wasn't a pistol.
Apollo:
Two, that the defendant
wasn't wearing gloves!
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed!
Klavier:
Oh, Herr Forehead?
Klavier:
You're forgetting two other
things you've just proven.
Apollo:
Huh?
Klavier:
One, that the man the witness
saw was the defendant,
Mr. Wocky Kitaki.
Klavier:
Two, that the defendant was
holding a knife, with the
intent of harming the victim!
Apollo:
Oh.
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed!
Apollo:
(Grr... Never underestimate
a Gavin is the lesson here.)
Judge:
This court is of the opinion
that our witness is fond of
making assumptions.
Judge:
In that light, I believe it
would behoove us to hear
about what really occurred...
Judge:
...with less assuming, please!
Stickler:
It is always the same with
you people.
Stickler:
"Mark left the house on foot,
and five minutes later, his
brother left after him."
Stickler:
"How long would it take for
Mark's brother to catch up
to him..."
Stickler:
"...assuming that Mark never
had to stop for a traffic
light!"
Stickler:
"Assuming"... Yes, that's
what I said. "Assuming"!
Stickler:
As if that were a probable
situation at all!
Stickler:
Yet here you are "assuming"
that my "assumption" is no
better!
Judge:
Ahem. What this court
"assumes"...
Judge:
...is that the witness will
testify as to what happened
after the shot was fired!
-- From Shot to Call --
Stickler:
I could not prevent the
killer from leaving the
scene.
Stickler:
Nor could I simply leave the
scene in good conscience.
Stickler:
Ergo! I used my cell phone
to call the police.
Stickler:
Until the police arrived at
the scene 10 minutes later,
I saw no one else.
Apollo:
Why didn't you chase the
killer?
Stickler:
He was, as you say, a killer.
Stickler:
Of course, I could have run
him down, yet what would he
have done when cornered?
Stickler:
Sadly, it takes more than an
aptitude for solving quadratic
equations to know that.
Judge:
Hmm...
Klavier:
Did the testimony earlier
not prove the defendant's
presence at the scene?
Klavier:
And do we not also now know
that there was no one else
there?
Klavier:
...It seems clear that we have
our killer.
Klavier:
Does it not?
Judge:
Does it not, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
(I'd better find a way to
take this testimony down
quick!)
Stickler:
scene.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Which way did the killer run?
Stickler:
By that time, it was clear the
killer had noticed me.
Stickler:
Naturally, he ran in the
opposite direction.
Apollo:
(That would mean he ran in the
opposite direction from the
Kitaki mansion...)
Klavier:
Achtung! Don't even think
about pointing out that he
was going away from his home.
Klavier:
All he had to do was loop
back once he was out of sight.
Apollo:
(Ugh... How did he know that's
where I was going...?)
Trucy:
...
Stickler:
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You were certainly composed
for someone who had just
witnessed a killing.
Stickler:
If one is to devote one's life
to the pursuit of science...
Stickler:
...one must never flinch at
the sight of a little blood.
Stickler:
Nor be so moved by a chemical
discovery that one drops one's
flask upon the lab room floor.
Klavier:
Oooh, cool answer.
Very cool.
Apollo:
(Hmm... So nothing strange
about how he acted...)
Trucy:
...
Apollo:
(Trucy looks like she has
something to say...)
Stickler:
to call the police.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Wasn't your first thought to
call an ambulance?
Stickler:
It can be said that I have
dabbled in medicine...
Stickler:
The injury I witnessed, namely
a single shot to the head,
tends to result in death.
Stickler:
Ergo, there was no need for
me to call an ambulance!
Stickler:
Oh... a perfect syllogism...
A proof in three parts!
Exquisite! Simly exquisite!
Apollo:
(...He actually looks like
he's going to cry.)
Trucy:
...
Stickler:
I saw no one else.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Can you tell us in detail
about these 10 minutes?
Stickler:
I stood in a state of
heightened awareness.
Stickler:
Anything could happen at
any moment. Anyone could
appear from any direction!
Stickler:
...
Apollo:
Is...
that all?
Stickler:
No one came. Nothing happened
at all. I saw it all, which
is to say... I saw nothing.
Judge:
It was late at night. It's not
odd to think there would be
few people around in the park.
Apollo:
(So he just stood there,
watching? Hmm... Not much
to go on there.)
Trucy:
...
Apollo:
(... Trucy, if you've got
something to say, by all
means, say it!)
Apollo:
(This witness is way too
self-assured!)
Apollo:
(There's got to be a weakness
somewhere in this testimony!)
Trucy:
...
((Pressed all))
Apollo:
(Argh! I can't find a single
problem with that testimony!)
Klavier:
...Had enough at last, Herr
Forehead?
Apollo:
(Maybe it's time to back
off a bit...?)
[ No ]
Apollo:
The defense still has some
questions that demand
answers, Your Honor!
Judge:
Hmm... Your opinion,
Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Oh, let him play attorney
until he's satisfied, I say.
Klavier:
I will amuse myself by
composing my next smash hit
in my head...
Judge:
Very well. You may continue
with the cross-examination.
[ Yes ]
Apollo:
Nnk...!
Apollo:
(Argh! There's nothing fishy
about that testimony at all!)
((Pressed all, chose "no" the first time))

Apollo:
(Maybe there isn't anything
left to unravel in this
testimony after all...)
Klavier:
Some of us have glamorous
careers we'd like to get back
to this month, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
(...They don't have enough
to put Wocky away yet. Should
I back off for now?)
[ No ]
Same as before
[ Yes ]
Same as before
Judge:
It appears there are no
objections to the witness's
current testimony.
Klavier:
There are any number of ways
to explain the lack of prints
on the pistol, I assure you.
Klavier:
Perhaps the killer really was
wearing gloves which wiped the
previous user's prints off.
Klavier:
Then, after the deed was done,
this fell out of his pocket as
he was throwing the gun away.
Klavier:
A mistake befitting of a
small-time punk, in my
opinion.
Apollo:
No...
Nooooooooooo!
Judge:
It seems we've come to the
end of the line here.
Apollo:
(No... that can't be all!)
Klavier:
How unfortunate. It seems that
you weren't cut out to stand
on the same stage as me.
Klavier:
Were you, Herr Forehead?
Judge:
I believe this brings the
cross-examination to a close.
Judge:
This court will now declare
a verdict for the defendant,
Wocky Kitaki.
???:
*HOLD IT!*
???:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
T-Trucy!?
???:
Nobody move!
Judge:
Wh-What's the meaning of this?
Who are you!?
Klavier:
...
???;
There'll be no verdict in
this court... Not yet!
Apollo:
Wait... Are you... one of
the Kitakis!?
Judge:
The Kitakis!? You mean the
notorious gangsters!?
???:
If you don't want to see me
give the pretty little girl
a new smile, do as I say!
???:
Adjourn the court for twenty
minutes!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaat!?
Judge:
Th-This court will not bow
to pressure from the likes
of...
Klavier:
...Herr Judge.
Judge:
...!
Klavier:
I see little point in further
aggravating this gentleman.
Judge:
Urk! Hmm...
???:
Recess, twenty minutes. Or I
promise you, you'll regret it.
Apollo:
W-Wait!
(How'd he disappear so fast!?)
Trucy:
...Come to the defendant
lobby, Apollo!!!...
Judge;
...I suppose I have no choice
but to adjourn for a twenty
minute recess!
Judge:
Bailiff! Catch that mysterious
man!
To be continued.
============================
Episode 2
Turnabout Corner
============================
---
June 16, 11:17 AM
District Court
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Apollo:
Trucy! Trucy!?
???:
...You move quick, Apollo.
Good show, good show!
Apollo:
T... Trucy!
You're OK!
I-I thought...
Apollo:
*sniff* *sob* *bawl*
Trucy:
D-Don't cry, Apollo!
Apollo:
Grr... Those good-for-nothing
gangsters!
Apollo:
There are some things you
just don't do!
Apollo:
I'm pressing charges!
Trucy:
Wait!
Just calm down, Apollo!
Trucy:
Or else...
Apollo:
Aaaaaugh!
Wh-Wh-What the heck is that!?
Trucy:
Surprised?
Trucy:
This is one of my best
tricks! The Amazing Mr. Hat!
Mr. Hat:
You look mahvelous, dahling!
Apollo:
...
Trucy:
He's a big hit on stage
at the Wonder Bar!
Mr. Hat:
Yes. I am a big hit. Ha ha ha.
Trucy:
Well, what do you think?
Do ya like it!?
Apollo:
You mean you... Trucy! There
are some thigns you just
don't do!
Apollo:
I...
I'm pressing charges!
Trucy:
Apollo! Now is not the time to
be threatening me!
Trucy:
It's you who's being
threatened here!
Apollo:
Huh...?
Trucy:
Remember what you said to
Wocky's father yesterday?
Trucy:
You promised you'd save
his son!
Apollo:
B-But that testimony was
rock solid!
Apollo:
What are you suggesting I do?
Trucy:
Look, once the judge declares
a verdict, it's all over.
Trucy:
If I can use my talent to
stop that from happening,
I will!
Apollo:
Trucy, no more staged
abductions, please...
Trucy:
I'm not talking about magic,
Apollo!
Trucy:
I know when the witness isn't
confident... I can perceive
what he's feeling!
Trucy:
It might not mean anything,
but it's all we've got...
Apollo:
You can see... what he's
"feeling"?
Trucy:
Think back, Apollo.
Trucy:
Think back to the times when
there was a contradiction in
his testimony! All the times!
Apollo:
All the times there was a
contradiction...?
[ I don't remember ]
Apollo:
Um... Actually, I don't
remember them exactly.
Trucy:
Good thing I do!
[ I remember ]
Apollo:
Well, I think I remember
them, sure...
Trucy:
There were two times when he
made statements he wasn't
confident in.
Trucy:
And each time, there was a
contradiction.
Stickler:
In his hand he held.. yes,
Stickler:
Trucy:
He said the man tossed aside
a pistol...
Trucy:
But it turned out he wasn't
sure, and sure enough, there
was a contradiction.
Apollo:
Well, that's true, but how
does that help us?
Trucy:
Didn't you notice anything?
Trucy:
Whenever he made a statement
he wasn't confident in...
Trucy:
...he displayed a certain
habit!
Stickler:
Trucy:
Did you see it? The very
moment he said the word
"pistol"...
Trucy:
...his fingers got all tense,
and he fiddled with the corner
of a page in his book!
Apollo:
How'm I supposed to see that!?
Trucy:
Well, I could see it.
Trucy:
How else do you think Daddy
went seven years without
losing a game of poker?
Apollo:
Wha--!?
Trucy:
I always sat next to Daddy
during big matches.
Trucy:
I could see what his opponents
were feeling!
Apollo:
You mean that's how Mr. Wright
won all those games?
Trucy:
It's not cheating, officially.
I wasn't looking at their
hands or anything.
Trucy:
And I wasn't there all the
time, either.
Trucy:
Daddy's quite good at poker,
after all. But not good enough
to go undefeated that long!
Apollo:
Great, so he cheated. But
what does that do for us?
Apollo:
(I don't believe this...)
Trucy:
You ahve to listen to his
testimony one more time!
No... scratch that!
Trucy:
You have to watch his
testimony! Perceive the
truth!
Apollo:
"Watch" a testimony?
"Perceive" the truth?
Apollo:
The only thing I'm perceiving
is that I'm going to lose.
Trucy:
Not true!
Apollo:
...!
Trucy:
Daddy said so.
Trucy:
He said you have the power,
Apollo.
Apollo:
Mr. Wright said that?
Apollo:
(Watch the testimony...
Perceive his true feelings...
Is she serious!?)
Trucy:
Time's up! Sorry I can't think
of any other way out of this
one, Apollo.
Apollo:
(What was that she said
before the trial started?)
Apollo:
Huh...
Mr. Wright's not here today?
Trucy:
He said his old foot injury
was acting up.
Trucy:
Yes, he smiled when he said
we'd be fine "as long as
you're there, Trucy".
Apollo:
(Is this what he meant by
us being "fine"...?)
Apollo:
(Well... methods aside, she
did avoid one guilty verdict
already today.)
Apollo:
(Time to show this court what
I'm made of! Get ready for
Justice!)
Apollo:
...Let's do it.
Trucy:
Apollo...
Apollo:
You know, I'm starting
to think I can do this.
Trucy:
...I knew you could do it
all along!
Trucy:
Oh, one more thing.
Apollo:
?
Trucy:
Try to cover for Mr. Hat
as best you can!
Mr. Hat:
I just flew in from the
coast, and boy are my arms
tired!
Apollo:
Right...
(*sigh*)
---
June 16, 11:40 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 4
---
Judge:
Court is now back in session.
Apollo:
Right! We're fine!
Judge:
......
Ahem.
Judge:
I'd like to say to the young
lady standing next to you,
Mr. Justice...
Trucy:
Oh, you mean me?
Judge:
Don't you have anything to
report?
Judge:
Anything... concerning the
mysterious phantom in the
silk top hat?
Apollo:
Ah! Right! Him! Don't worry
about him. I settled that.
Judge:
You "settled" that...?
Apollo:
Erm, yes, it was an...
out of court settlement!
Right.
Klavier:
Perhaps Fräulein would have
us believe it was nothing
more than a passing dream...
Klavier:
...a fantastic illusion,
now you see it, now you don't.
Am I right?
Trucy:
...I think he's on to me.
Apollo:
I wish he would stop being
so... so cool.
Klavier:
Let us dispense with these
niceties and get straight to
the matter.
Klavier:
What are your plans for our
gifted witness?
Apollo:
R-Right... The defense would
like to request another
cross-examination!
Apollo:
B-Because... Because I forgot
to ask something.
Judge:
There was no issue with the
witness's previous testimony.
Judge:
I will grant your request,
however. But this court will
not permit stalling for time!
Apollo:
...Understood, Your Honor.
Trucy:
Don't forget, Apollo!
Trucy:
When he isn't sure about
something, he has a habit of
fiddling with his book!
Stickler:
scene.
Stickler:
Stickler:
to call the police.
Stickler:
I saw no one else.
Apollo:
(I'm not sure I'm qualified
to "watch" testimonies
after all...)
Trucy:
Focus, Apollo! Find his
weak spot!
Apollo:
(Focus...
If only it were that easy!)
Apollo:
(My ears here what he says,
my eyes see his expression.)
Apollo:
(Do I have to do something
more? What other senses do
I have!?)
Apollo:
(W-What's this...?
My bracelet...?)
Apollo:
(What's going on?)
Apollo:
(My bracelet feels different
somehow...!)
Trucy:
I think Daddy was right!
Trucy:
You can see it, can't you,
Apollo?
Trucy:
You're almost there! Find the
weak spot in his testimony!
Apollo:
(I know this sounds crazy...)
Apollo:
(But my bracelet is trying
to tell me something!)
Stickler:
scene.
(same press)
Stickler:
(same press)
Stickler:
to call the police.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So, you called immediately
after witnessing the murder?
Stickler:
The police undoubtedly have
a record of the call. Why
not check with them?
Trucy:
Wait, Apollo!
Trucy:
This has to be it!
Apollo:
Wait, you mean his habit?
Trucy:
Don't forget, Apollo!
Trucy:
When he isn't sure about
something, he has a habit of
fiddling with his book!
Apollo:
(The only time he even had
the book open was here...)
Apollo:
(Which means this is the place
to look for this "habit"!)
Apollo:
I... don't know how I know,
but I know.
Trucy:
...Know what?
Apollo:
It's my bracelet, it's
different, somehow.
Apollo:
I can feel it reacting to
something about the witness!
Trucy:
Your... bracelet?
Apollo:
I'm not sure I get this
"focus" stuff you were talking
about, Trucy.
Apollo:
But... I have a feeling that
trusting my bracelet is the
way to go.
Apollo:
(OK, I just need to touch my
bracelet as it reacts to
the testimony...)
((Touch))
Apollo:
Wh-What's going on!?
Apollo:
(I can see the witness's face,
his expression so clearly!
I-It's filling my mind!)
Apollo:
(I can see nothing else,
hear nothing else!)
Trucy:
Apollo?
Apollo:
Trucy!
What's happening to me!?
Trucy:
This is what I meant by
"focusing".
Apollo:
Focusing...
Trucy:
In this state, you can see
everything, Apollo! Everything
the witness does!
Apollo:
Th-That's great, but this is
kind of freaking me out!
Trucy:
Just look for Mr. Stickler's
twitch -- his habit.
You remember it, right?
Apollo:
Sure! When he says something
he's not sure of, he fiddles
with a page of his book.
Trucy:
You got it!
Right now, you're looking at
the witness's face.
Trucy:
...And your eyes are sort of
bugging out.
Apollo:
(I'll bet they are.)
Trucy:
First, move your focus
of attention down to
Mr. Stickler's hand.
Apollo:
His hand...?
Trucy:
You know what to look for
now, but you have to be
looking at the right place.
Apollo:
(She's right. I can only se
his face like this...)
Apollo:
(Time to try changing my
viewpoint!)
Trucy:
Perfect! Now you're really
ready!
Apollo:
Ready... for what?
Trucy:
Ready to perceive the truth
behind the twitch!
Apollo:
Perceive...
Trucy:
Try listening to the witness
talk as you focus.
Trucy:
Then watch for his habit.
Apollo:
Right... You mean when he
fiddles with the page!
Trucy:
That's right! That's your
signal to look closer, to
perceive!
Trucy:
Find his weak spot and I
guarantee we'll be able to
give him the Royal Flush!
Apollo:
Spoken like a true poker
head's daughter.
Trucy:
I'm a magician, thank you
very much.
Apollo:
(So I have to pay attention
to his words... and his
fingers!)
Trucy:
Don't worry if you miss it,
you can always try again!
Apollo:
(Right! Look out nervous
twitch, here comes Justice!)
((Perceive Wrong))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Trucy:
A-Apollo! That's not it!
Apollo:
Huh? Oh... I guess I'm kind
of lost here.
Trucy:
Remember his habit:
He fiddles with the pages
of his book!
Trucy:
The word he's saying right
when you see his fingers
twitch is the key!
Apollo:
(OK, so I have to watch
for his fingers to move.
Got it.)
Trucy:
And don't worry about getting
it perfect your first time.
Trucy:
You can always try again!
Stickler:
I saw no one else.
(same press)
Trucy:
Don't forget, Apollo. You have
to focus to perceive the
truth!
Apollo:
(I'm not sure I entirely
understand this just yet.)
Apollo:
(But I have "perceived"
one thing...)
Apollo:
(My bracelet is reacting to
his testimony... this has to
be the key!)
((Perceive Twitch))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
............
Apollo:
(I... I saw it!
Just now...
I could see it!)
Judge:
M-Mr. Justice?
Do you have something to say?
Stickler:
A-all this b-banging of desks!
I-It's quite bad for my
circulation, you know.
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler... Allow me to
ask you a simple question.
Apollo:
Why did you fiddle with the
page of your book just now?
Apollo:
...The very moment you
mentioned your cell phone!?
Sticker:
Wh-Wh-What are you talking
about!?
Apollo:
I'm curious now about this
cell phone of yours...
Apollo:
Mind if I ask a few
questions?
Apollo:
(Hmm... What to ask,
What to ask...)
[ Ask what model of phone ]
Apollo:
I was wondering... Can you
tell me what model of cell
phone you own?
Stickler:
Urk!?
Wh-Why? Whatever for?
Klavier:
Why not tell him? It's not
some matter of national
security, I'm sure.
Klavier:
Nor does it have anything to
do with this case! Take it to
the lobby, gentlemen.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, our current
market is flooded with
generic-brand cell phones.
Judge:
Please ask questions with a
little regard for market
trends, please.
Trucy:
...Who would have guessed the
judge was up on his cell
phone industry trends?
Apollo:
Who would have guessed I'd
get chewed out for asking
a simple question...?
[ Ask for his number ]
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler... Tell me your
phone number!
Stickler:
Urk!?
Klavier:
...Why not? You have something
against making friends?
Judge:
...What does this witness's
cell phone number have to do
with the case?
Stickler:
Absolutely nothing!
Stickler:
This is a... an invasion of
my privacy!
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge;
Seeing you grimace like that
makes me wonder about your
cell phone, too.
Judge:
The witness will present his
cell phone number to the
court.
Stickler:
Waaaugh!
Apollo:
Trucy... Do you have your cell
phone?
Trucy:
Sure do!
Apollo:
Try dialing the number that
he gives us.
Trucy:
You want me to call
Mr. Stickler's phone?
Judge:
This... is all highly
irregular.
Trucy:
H-Hey! My pocket's ringing!
Trucy:
Wait! This is the phone from
yesterday!
Apollo:
Trucy:
Someone dropped it beneath
this tire!
Trucy:
Apollo:
to the doctor here?
Apollo:
How strange, Mr. Stickler.
Stickler:
...!
Apollo:
Can you explain why your cell
phone is sitting here in my
assistant's hand!?
[ Ask to see his phone ]
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler, please show me
your cell phone!
Stickler:
Urk!?
Apollo:
Show me, and you'll find out.
Stickler:
W-Well I can't! I don't have
it, you see.
Judge:
You don't have it...?
Apollo:
...Mr. Stickler.
Apollo:
Is this your cell phone?
Stickler:
Yeeeeow! Wh-Where did you
get that!?
Trucy:
That's the phone from
yesterday!
Apollo:
Trucy:
Someone dropped it beneath
this tire!
Trucy:
Apollo:
to the doctor here?
Apollo:
How strange, Mr. Stickler.
Stickler:
...!
Apollo:
Can you explain why your cell
phone is sitting here in my
hand at this very moment?
Judge:
Wait a minute! What is the
meaning of this!?
Apollo:
This cell phone was found
yesterday...
Apollo:
...in the Meraktis Clinic
garage!
----------------------------
Cell Phone
Type: Other
Retrieved from
garage beneath a car.
Property of Wesley Stickler.
----------------------------
Judge:
The Meraktis... Why, that's
where the victim lived!
Stickler:
Yeeeeeerrgh!
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler, you lied to the
court, didn't you?
Apollo:
If your cell phone is here,
how could you have called
the police!?
Stickler:
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeouk!
Stickler:
It... It's true. I didn't
have my cell phone that night.
Stickler:
That is why it can be said
that I called the police from
a public pay phone.
Judge:
A pay phone!
So you didn't call on your
cell phone after all...
Apollo:
Just where was this pay
phone located, Mr. Stickler!?
Stickler:
Well, to indicate it with
a startlingly high degree of
accuracy...
Stickler:
...it was right around here.
Judge:
That's... quite a ways from
the park.
Judge;
But... But why did you lie?
Apollo:
There can be only one reason.
Apollo:
He didn't want the court to
know he had lost his cell
phone.
Apollo:
Because it was found...
Apollo:
...in the victim's garage!
Stickler:
Wh-Wh-What are you saying!?
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler...
Apollo:
You broke into the Meraktis
Clinic garage on the night
of the murder!
Apollo:
This cell phone tells all!
Stickler:
B-But that's ridiculous!
That makes it sound like...
Stickler:
Like I snuck into this
fellow's garage to commit
some crime!
Stickler:
As though I were trying to
kill him!
Judge:
Well, Dr. Meraktis was
killed that night.
Stickler:
W-Well y-yes, but no! This
line of reasoning has to be
against the rules!
Stickler:
Yes, it's true! I lost my
cell phone!
Stickler:
But you can't prove that I
lost it that night!
Judge:
Hmm...
Well, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
If that cell phone was dropped
the night of the murder...
Judge:
...it does raise considerable
suspicions as to a connection
with the crime.
Trucy:
Now's your chance, Apollo!
Connect Mr. Stickler to the
crime!
Apollo:
Oh, he's already connected
enough. I just have to
prove it.
Apollo:
(Well... Do I have a piece of
evidence that can do the
job?)
Apollo:
(Can I prove the cell phone
was dropped on the night of
the murder?)
[ No evidence ]
Apollo:
(Evidence... If only I had
some evidence, it'd make this
whole thing a lot easier.)
Judge:
Care to explain the lack of
confidence smeared across
your face, Mr. Justice?
Klavier:
Oh, Herr Forehead... I think
it should be clear by now.
Klavier:
"No evidence" means "no case".
Apollo:
(Ack! I guess this is it,
then. Time to go for broke!)
[ Show evidence ]
Apollo:
Of course I have evidence!
Klavier:
Ooh, I like your swagger,
Herr Forehead. Hit it.
Judge:
The court will see this
evidence. Mr. Justice,
"hit it", as they say!
Apollo:
The evidence that proves
the cell phone was dropped
on the night of the murder is:
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Hmm...
Well, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
No comment, Herr Judge.
Judge:
No dice, Mr. Justice.
Penalty.
Trucy:
Apollo! Remember where we
found that cell phone!
Trucy:
If it had fallen on the ground
before that night...
Apollo:
(That's right! The cell phone
would have been crushed!)
Apollo:
Your Honor!
One more chance, please!
Judge:
Mr. Justice, keep this up
and you'll run yourself out
of a life's worth of chances!
((Present Mirror))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
That's... a side-view mirror?
Apollo:
As it so happens...
Dr. Meraktis's car was in
an accident...
Apollo:
...that took place the night
of the murder!
Stickler:
An accident!?
Apollo:
An accident.
Apollo:
It happened a little after
9 PM, just outside People
Park... our murder scene.
Apollo:
Dr. Meraktis's car hit
a pedestrian!
Stickler:
Wh-What are you trying to say?
Apollo:
From the absence of a mirror,
it's clear that the car was
parked after the accident.
Apollo:
Which means it was parked
there after 9 PM on the night
of the murder.
Apollo:
If your cell phone had been
dropped before the car was
parked in that garage...
Apollo:
...then it would have been
crushed.
Apollo:
After all, it was lying on the
ground, right under the wheel!
Stickler:
Urk...
Apollo:
Ergo, Mr. Stickler!
Apollo:
The only time you could have
dropped this in that garage...
Apollo:
...was after 9 PM the night
of the murder in the park!
Stickler:
Weeeeeeeeeeeoooorrgh!
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler! You know what
this means?
Apollo:
You did break into the
victim's garage that night.
Judge;
This is most unexpected!
Mr. Justice...
Judge:
Are you naming the witness
as a suspet in the murder
of Pal Meraktis!?
Stickler:
N-No, stop! This is too much!
This can't be happening!
Stickler:
P-P-P-P-Prosecutor!
Say something!
Klavier:
I suppose it is worth saying
this:
Klavier:
No connection has been found
between Wesley Stickler and
Pal Meraktis.
Klavier:
That is, other than this.
Judge:
I believe our next testimony
will be most... revelatory.
Judge:
Is the witness prepared?
Stickler:
Y-Y-Yes, Your Honor!!!
Apollo:
(I know that face... That's
the face of guilt!)
Trucy:
...
-- Stickler's "Truth" --
Stickler:
That night... Yes! I went
to the supermarket.
Stickler:
I must have dropped my cell
phone on my way back.
Stickler:
And when I was walking through
the park, I happened to
witness the crime!
Stickler:
...I saw the killer, the
victim, the stand... all
as clear as day!
Stickler:
It was him! I saw the
defendant at the scene!
Judge:
Yes... but your cell phone
was lying in a garage.
Stickler:
Ah, yes, well, as you can
see my model of cell phone
has a defect...
Stickler:
It is given to rolling! It's
quite a pain when I drop it
alongside the road, you know.
Judge:
...Looks like a normal cell
phone to me.
Judge:
In any case, Mr. Justice, the
cross-examination, please.
Apollo:
(That's funny...)
Apollo:
(My bracelet didn't react at
all during that testimony.)
Trucy:
His nervous habit must not be
acting up...
Trucy:
I didn't sense anything
either, actually.
Trucy:
Looks like you're on your own
this time around!
Apollo:
(Right, no problem... I hope.
Here comes Justice!)
-- Stickler's "Truth" --
Stickler:
That night... Yes! I went
to the supermarket.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So you went shopping.
Which means...
Apollo:
...you were holding a grocery
bag when you witnessed the
murder taking place?
Stickler:
Eh!? W-Well, yes, of course...
Klavier:
Incidentally, the prosecution
has received no report of
this domestic detail.
Judge:
...Mr. Stickler? Can you
explain yourself?
Stickler:
No! I mean, yes! I did go
shopping, really.
Stickler:
I walked around the
supermarket, trying out the
free samples...
Stickler:
It's... a deeply spiritual
time for me.
Judge:
I'm sure the store clerks
would disagree.
Trucy:
Do you think sampling free
food counts as a religion?
Stickler:
In any case! That night...
Stickler:
...I sampled to my heart's
content, and was on my way
back home, yes.
Stickler:
I must have dropped my cell
phone on my way back.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
That's when you passed in
front of the Meraktis Clinic?
Stickler:
Why... yes. That's correct.
Trucy:
That was a pretty suspicious
pause there.
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler, do you think
you could be a bit more
specific?
Apollo:
Please show us the exact
route you took on the night
of the murder.
Stickler:
O-Of course.
Stickler:
The supermarket is here, along
the main road.
Stickler:
My way home from there takes
me past the Meraktis Clinic.
Stickler:
This is probably when I
dropped my cell phone.
Stickler:
Yet, woe is I, I walked on,
unaware of my loss!
Stickler
...And walked right into that
fateful park.
Stickler:
And when I was walking through
the park, I happened to
witness the crime!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Which entrance did you enter
the park from?
Stickler:
Well, to be exact...
Stickler:
One might say that I went in
from the entrance closest to
Klavier:
The same entrance our victim
used.
Apollo:
Did you notice anything when
you entered?
Apollo:
Wheel marks from a noodle
stand, for instance?
Stickler:
...I have no recollection of
such a thing, no.
Stickler:
Yet, though I might have
missed the tracks, I could not
miss what happened next!
Stickler:
I can a keen observer...
of the obvious, you might say.
Stickler:
...I saw the killer, the
victim, the stand... all
as clear as day!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
(This part of the testimony
is the key. I know it!)
Apollo:
(Should I press him about
the killer, the victim,
or the noodle stand?)
[ The killer ]
Apollo:
Are you sure you remember
the killer clearly?
Stickler:
How many times must I repeat
myself!?
Stickler:
It was him, that unscrupulous,
fox-like fellow in the
defendant's chair!
Stickler:
He was looking even more
unscrupulous at the time,
no less.
Judge:
Hmm... He does look a bit like
one of those trickster foxes
in legends of yore.
Apollo:
(I guess the victim's identity
is already old territory...
Time to ask something new.)
[ The victim ]
Apollo:
You could see the victim
quite clearly, too?
Stickler:
Oh, clear as clear can be,
I assure you.
Apollo:
I see. So...
Um... How'd he look?
Stickler:
How? How do you mean, "how"?
Be specific.
Apollo:
Um, I mean, in general.
Judge:
straining to come up with
questions.
Judge:
Find the question that lies
in your heart and ask that!
Apollo:
Y-Yes, Your Honor.
(Great, a judge who moonlights
as a self-help guru...)
[ The noodle stand ]
Apollo:
Do you happen to remember the
noodle stand?
Stickler:
Quite well, yes!
Stickler:
For a student of the sciences,
keen observation and healthy
curiosity are vital!
Stickler:
I remember everything! I could
even read the sign!
Stickler:
I believe it said...
Er...
Stickler:
"NOODLE".
.........
Yes, that was it.
Judge:
For remembering something
"quite well" it sure took you
a while to tell us.
Judge:
And thank you for telling us
that a noodle stand sells
noodles. Very enlightening.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
(Hmm... What about that sign?
Could that be important?)
[ Not at all ]
Apollo:
(How could the sign matter at
all? We know it's a noodle
stand!)
Judge:
Very well, please continue
with the testimony!
[ Very important ]
Apollo:
So the sign on the noodle
stand said "NOODLE"...?
Apollo:
It appears the defense has
just obtained a vital piece
of testimony!
Judge:
Is this noodle stand's broth
really that delicious?
Judge:
I'll have to go sample the
wares one of these days.
Judge;
I think that's worth adding to
the testimony as well.
Stickler:
...Hmph!
Stickler:
Whatever sort of noodles that
stand sells, it can't match
up to Ivy U.'s cafeteria!
Stickler:
Some apply to the school
merely for a taste of our
Smart Noodles!
Apollo:
(I wouldn't mind a taste of
that myself...)
Stickler:
Why, I even remember the sign
on the stand the victim was
pulling! It said "NOODLE"!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So the sign said "NOODLE"?
You're absolutely sure?
Stickler:
Let me be frank:
Yes.
Stickler:
In fact, the word "unsure"
isn't even in my dictionary!
Nor the word "uncertain" or...
Apollo:
(He was wasting time looking
that stuff up!?)
Judge:
"NOODLE", eh? I like that.
It tells you what you're
getting, no nonsense.
Apollo:
(It tells me a lot more than
that, actually!)
Trucy:
Why are you smiling like that,
Apollo?
Stickler:
It was him! I saw the
defendant at the scene!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Are you absolutely sure
it was the defendant?
Stickler:
Stop asking me the same
questions over and over!
Stickler:
This isn't some kind of
make-up test!
Trucy:
What's a "make-up test",
Apollo?
Apollo:
Nothing a good student like
you has to worry about.
Apollo:
(Time to find his weak spot
and press it till he breaks!)
Trucy:
His habit isn't acting up...
which means he isn't lying.
Apollo:
(Hmm... I was kind of relying
on my bracelet to get me
through this one...)
Trucy:
But he's pretty unsettled! The
odds are really high that you
can get something out of him!
Apollo:
That gleam in your eyes...
You're a gambler's daughter
through and through.
Trucy:
I'm a magician, thank you
very much!
((Present Noodle Stand))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
And you're absolutely sure the
sign read "NOODLE"?
Stickler:
Why, just last week, my
professor offered me this
praise:
Stickler:
"At least you have good
eyesight, Stickler. I'll
give you that."
Stickler:
...It read, without a doubt,
"NOODLE".
Apollo:
I see...
Stickler:
What? Why are you looking at
me like that? Is that... pity
I see in your eyes!?
Apollo:
Let's take a look at our
map, shall we?
Apollo:
So, you're claiming that when
you saw the sign, you were
standing...
Apollo:
Here, was it? ...Although, it
would've been a bit hard to
read the sign from this spot.
Stickler:
Y-You think so?
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler.
I'd like you to please take
another look at the stand.
Apollo:
...and to carefully read what
the sign says.
Apollo:
See? That sign actually states
the name of the stand's owner.
Apollo:
..."ELDOON'S".
Stickler:
E... El... Eld...
Inconceivable!
Stickler:
I'm certain it was definitely
"NOODLE" for sure! Positive!
Judge:
I'm afraid your professor
was wrong about that eyesight.
Apollo:
I wouldn't be so quick to
jump to that conclusion.
Apollo:
(The sign he saw changes
everything!)
Apollo:
The witness says the sign
said "NOODLE"...
[ but he saw it wrong. ]
Apollo:
The answer is quite simple.
The witness saw the sign
wrong.
Judge:
case, yes...
Trucy:
Apollo! The only thing that
changes is the witness's
eyesight!
Apollo:
Eh...?
Trucy:
OK, so you've proven the
witness has bad eyesight,
and is overconfident.
Trucy:
But that just proves he's a
bad witness! It doesn't solve
the case!
Stickler:
How rude! I've not made a
single mistake, I assure you!
Stickler:
I am a student of science!
Errors are not tolerated in
my field, I'll have you know!
Apollo:
(What if Mr. Stickler is right
to be so confident...?)
Apollo:
(And if he is right about the
sign... what does that mean
for the entire case!?)
[ and he saw it right. ]
Apollo:
What would you say if I told
you...
Apollo:
...that there is one spot from
which the sign would be read
the way Mr. Stickler claims?
Stickler:
What...?
Judge:
Mr. Justice!
Show us this spot!
Apollo:
The witness actually viewed
the stand from this location!
((Point Anywhere))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
...
Any thoughts, Prosecutor
Gavin?
Klavier:
What, it's my turn to chastise
the upstart, is it?
Klavier:
Herr Forehead... Recall what
you just told the court!
Klavier:
The sign on the stand reads
"ELDOON'S", ja?
Klavier:
How would the witness standing
where you have indicated
change anything!?
Apollo:
......
Um...
Apollo:
I picked the wrong place.
Judge:
Your honesty becomes you,
Mr. Justice. However, your
mistake does not.
Apollo:
Sorry, Your Honor...
Do I get another chance?
Judge:
Tell us, once again, where
was the witness standing?
((Point north of stand))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The witness was standing...
Here!
On the opposite side!
Judge:
H-How do you know that?
Apollo:
When viewed from the south...
Apollo;
...the sign on the stand reads
"ELDOON'S", as we know.
Apollo:
...However!
Apollo:
Observe the other side of
the stand!
Judge:
Oh! This side says "NOODLE"!
Apollo:
Exactly! The name of the stand
is split between the front
and back signs!
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler, you lied to the
court!
Apollo:
You witnessed the crime
from the northern side
of the park, not the south!
Stickler:
Yeeeow! Y-You got me!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...So what.
Apollo:
S-So what!?
Klavier:
What does it matter if he
saw the killing from the
north or the south side?
Klavier:
It makes no difference at
all!
Stickler:
H-He's right! Travel far
enough to the south, and you
will end up going north!
Stickler:
Viewed on a global scale,
directions are utterly
without meaning!
Apollo:
(...Actually, maybe he's
right. What does it change?)
Trucy:
It changes everything, Apollo!
Apollo:
Trucy?
Trucy:
Remember his testimony from
before...
Trucy:
Though to be honest, I'm a
little scared of where this
is leading...
Trucy:
The killer and the victim
are facing each other here.
Trucy:
Then, at the moment the
killer raises his weapon...
Trucy:
...Mr. Stickler shouts!
Trucy:
At which point, the victim
turns his head to look...
Trucy:
...and the killer fires his
pistol.
Trucy:
That's why the bullet hit
him in the right temple.
Trucy:
No contradictions, right?
Apollo:
Right... But if Mr. Stickler
was standing on the north
side of the park...
Apollo:
...that reverses the whole
scenario!
Trucy:
Completely! If Mr. Stickler
shouts from where he is now...
Trucy:
...and the victim looks in
his direction...
Trucy:
...the bullet would have to
hit his left temple!
Judge:
Ah...
Aaaaah!
Trucy:
In other words, someone
standing at point "K"...
Trucy:
...couldn't shoot the victim
in his right temple.
It's impossible!
Judge:
Th-That's right!
Trucy:
So, now that we know that
Mr. Stickler was standing on
the northern side...
Trucy:
...the wound location takes
on an entirely different
meaning!
Klavier:
Indeed... You are absolutely
correct, Fräulein.
Judge:
Wh... What meaning!?
Trucy:
The entry wound was on the
right side of the victim's
head, correct?
Trucy:
Well, the right side of the
victim's head... is north.
Judge:
North...
Ah!!!
Judge:
But that's where the witness,
Wesley Stickler was standing!
Trucy:
Correct. So, if he was
standing to the north...
Trucy:
...then the only person here
who could have shot the victim
in the right temple...
Trucy:
...was Mr. Stickler himself!
Stickler:
Yeeeeeeeeeeeooooooo
wwwrgh!
Judge:
Apollo:
(Wow... The apple didn't
fall far from the tree!)
Apollo:
(She's flipped this whole
case on its head while I was
still figuring it out!)
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Clarify one point for me
if you would, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
What now?
Klavier:
Are you truly accusing this
college student...
Klavier:
...of murder?
Apollo:
...!
Apollo:
(Well, I can't say he exactly
looks innocent...)
Apollo:
(But... something still
doesn't feel right.)
Apollo:
(I just can't picture him as
the real killer!)
Stickler:
No, please! Looks aside, I'm
really a nice guy!
Stickler:
All my friends say so!
Judge:
has to say.
Apollo:
(What are you going to do now,
Justice!?)
Apollo:
(Should I really accuse
Mr. Stickler!?)
[ No accusation ]
Apollo:
...No accusations, Your Honor.
Judge:
...
Klavier:
......
Stickler:
.........
Stickler:
Well.
I'm glad that's sorted out.
Trucy:
Apollo! You sure you're doing
the right thing!?
Trucy:
They'll end up convicting
Wocky if you let Mr. Stickler
off the hook!
Apollo:
Ack! You think?
Apollo:
Uh, w-wait, Your Honor!
Let me rethink that...
Judge:
If you must...
[ Accuse of murder ]
Apollo:
I accuse Mr. Stickler of
murder!
Klavier:
...Are you quite sure,
Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
Y-Yes. Yes!
Klavier:
"Accuse of murder"...
Only three words, but a
very, very long sentence.
Klavier:
...You have evidence worthy
of such a bold accusation,
I hope?
Apollo:
...
Um, maybe I'd better think
this over some more.
Klavier:
...A wise decision.
[ Accuse of another crime ]
Apollo:
(...I don't think Wesley
Stickler is a killer. But
he's not innocent, either!)
Apollo:
(His unusual silence tells
me that much...)
Apollo:
...Mr. Stickler!
You seem unusually quiet...
Apollo:
Tell us why, now!
Stickler:
...
Stickler:
Th-The word "confession" isn't
in my dictionary!
Klavier:
Tsk, tsk, tsk, Herr Forehead.
Klavier:
I'm afraid it falls to you
to elucidate Herr Stickler's
silence.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, you did say you
were accusing the witness
just now...
Judge:
...for a crime other than
murder. Your reason? The
court's all ears.
Apollo:
(Gah! I know he's guilty of
something... but what crime
other than murder is there?)
Apollo:
(Do I have evidence that shows
his involvement in some other
crime...?)
Judge:
Your evidence? The court's
all eyes, Mr. Justice.
Judge:
Show us evidence that points
to the witness's involvement
in a crime!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
...
Klavier:
...
Apollo:
(Something tells me this isn't
one of those good silences.)
Judge:
...Something else to say,
Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
Um... One more chance? Please?
Judge:
...By all means. But your
effort wasn't wasted. Look,
a brand-new penalty.
Judge:
Now, please reveal your
thoughts to the court.
((Present Panties))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The evidence... is this!
Judge:
What!? Is that...
women's underwear!?
Trucy:
Hey! Those are mine!
Stickler:
D-Don't look at me like
thaaaaaat!!!
Judge:
Order! Order! Order!!!
Judge:
...Mr. Stickler. While I can't
say this comes as a shock...
Stickler:
I-It's not what it seems!
By Pythagorilla's Theorem,
I swear it!
Apollo:
On the night of the murder,
just past 9 PM...
Apollo:
A young girl catches a
panty-snatcher red-handed!
Apollo:
Bravely, she gives chase, but
the snatcher flees...
Apollo:
...and hides himself in no
other place than the Meraktis
Clinic garage!
Judge:
Ah ha!
Apollo:
Incidentally...
Apollo:
...these panties were found in
the exhaust pipe of the car
there.
Apollo:
Presumably, he was trying to
hide the evidence of his
crime.
Apollo:
Ergo! While you may not be
a murderer...
Apollo:
...you are guilty of
panty-snatching in the
first degree!
Stickler:
Please! Here me out! It's
not what it looks like!!!
Judge:
Judge:
Mr. Stickler.
You should be ashamed!
Stickler:
It's... not... what... it...
Stickler:
seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
Stickler:
...eeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeee...
Stickler:
...eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeems... *gasp*
Judge:
So, are we to understand that
you were silent not because
you were guilty of murder...
Judge:
...but because you lacked the
courage to admit your theft
of this girl's undergarments?
Stickler:
Ahem. Perhaps you are not
aware that my school's name
was originally written "IV"!
Stickler:
"I" stands for "Intelligent",
"V" stands for "Valiant"!
See!?
Judge:
...Your point?
Stickler:
I'm not done! Now, I'm a major
in the Science Department...
Stickler:
...and what does science teach
if not curiosity!?
Stickler:
Yes, we of the Ivy U.
Science Department are
valiantly curious!
Stickler:
No challenge is too daunting,
and what greater challenge
to science than a mystery!?
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
C'mon! You're talking about
a girl's panties here!
Stickler:
No! You do not understand!
A mystery is the unknown, and
the unknown is unacceptable!
Stickler:
And, my friends, when it comes
to mysteries, those panties
are the promised land!
Stickler:
From the moment I first laid
eyes on them, I was compelled
to investigate... for science!
Stickler:
A full-sized car tire was
only the first mystery those
panties revealed!
Apollo:
A... tire?
Stickler:
Yes! I saw her do it!
She pulled a tire out
of those panties!
Stickler:
But that's not all! First,
there was the tire, then a
stewpot, and a frozen chicken!
Stickler:
One mystery after another!
It was... It was magic!
Trucy:
Oh, I remember now!
Trucy:
He's one of the regulars in
the audience at the Wonder
Bar!
Apollo:
Huh...?
Trucy:
He's talking about my
Magic Panties trick!
Stickler:
I just don't understand...
Stickler:
A broom... from a pair
of panties? It mocks the
very laws of physics...
Apollo:
A broom... and a frozen
chicken, Trucy?
Apollo:
What ever happened to
doves and bunny rabbits?
Judge:
M-Mr. Stickler!
Judge:
You stole this girl's panties
to understand a magic trick?
Stickler:
You say "panties" but they
are so much more than that!
Stickler:
For me, they are an object
for serious study!
Klavier:
...I wonder...
Klavier:
There has been a recent
rash of panty-snatchings
in the area...
Klavier:
...Were they all you?
Stickler:
I... I am sorry.
But I did it for science!
Stickler:
Each time I spied a pair of
panties flapping in the
breeze, I thought maybe!
Stickler:
Maybe this would be the pair
that would elucidate the
mystery...
Stickler:
Even that night as she chased
me through the streets, I
wept tears of joy!
Stickler:
Perhaps this is the night that
I will seize the truth that
lies within those panties!
Stickler:
Yet woe was I! For once again
the lacy heart-patterned truth
slipped through my fingers a--
Judge:
Still, that leaves one
thing unexplained.
Klavier:
Ah, you refer to our witness's
other lie, yes?
Klavier:
The witness claimed he saw
the crime from the south, but
was in fact, in the north.
Judge:
Indeed.
Judge:
Would anyone care to explain
why he lied about that?
Stickler:
...
Klavier:
Be my guest, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
...Me!?
Klavier:
Did I not hear you correctly?
Klavier:
Did you not say you "do not
accuse the witness of murder"?
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
Why, then, did the witness lie
about his location at the time
of the shooting?
Klavier:
...Or have you no idea?
Trucy:
Apollo...
Trucy:
Ther'es something about the
way the diagram is arranged
right now...
Trucy:
When you think about it, right
near where Mr. Stickler was
standing... Isn't there a...?
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
What say you?
Judge:
Do you have any evience to
show why the witness lied
about his location?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
...
Judge:
I fail to see how this
evidence relates to our
witness's fabrication...
Apollo:
As do I! But I'm sure it
does! Somehow! Somewhere!
Judge:
...It appears the fabrication
was yours, Mr. Justice.
Judge:
Penalty!
Apollo:
(Somebody help...)
Judge:
You're welcome to show us
another piece of evidence.
((Present Bloomers))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The evidence that shows why
he lied... is this.
Judge:
What!? More panties!?
Klavier:
How many panties are you
carrying in your pocket,
Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
These are the last!!! Honest!!!
Apollo:
These were found in a
trash can at the park.
Apollo:
Looking at the diagram...
Apollo:
...we can see that the
trash can was right next to
where the witness stood.
Judge:
Mr. Stickler... You didn't...
Stickler:
Alas! I'm a failure as a
scientist!
Stickler:
I can't unravel the mysteries
of the universe! I can't even
unravel a pair of panties!
Judge:
So... these panties are you
handiwork as well...?
Stickler:
Th... That night, I had been
chased, hounded into the
Meraktis Clinic garage...
Stickler:
Weeping in frustration, I was
forced to abandon my prize!
Stickler:
Don't you see how I felt!?
Apollo:
...Believe me, I'd rather
not.
Stickler:
I hid in the garage for a
short while...
Stickler:
Then, abandoning the panties,
I made for home.
Stickler:
To avoid the office where the
girl works, I went towards the
south entrance...
Stickler:
...when I saw them hanging
there on a clothesline by
a giant mansion...
Stickler:
...A giant pair of panties!
----------------------------
Little Plum's Bloomers
Type: Other
Retrieved from
People Park.
Found in a trash can at
People Park. Stolen by
Wesley Stickler.
----------------------------
Apollo:
(Apparently he didn't know
those bloomers belonged to
the mob...)
Stickler:
I had them, safe in my pocket,
ready to take home...
Stickler:
...when I stumbled upon a
murder.
Apollo:
The murder of Dr. Meraktis.
Stickler:
I reported what I had seen,
but as I waited for the police
to arrive... I got scared.
Stickler:
What if they searched me!?
Apollo:
That's when you disposed
of the bloomers?
Stickler:
Yes... it was a severe blow
to the progress of science,
but one that had to be born.
Judge:
A fascinating, if disturbing
tale.
Judge:
I believe this brings today's
proceedings to a close.
Judge:
And I'm more than pleased to
dismiss this witness for the
remainder of the trial.
Klavier:
One last thing, if I might.
Judge:
Yes, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Regardless of where we ended
today, some vital points were
made.
Klavier:
Namely, that the defendant,
Wocky Kitaki, was at the
scene of the crime.
Klavier:
And... he was pointing a
weapon at the victim.
Klavier:
...One more thing.
Klavier:
Wocky Kitaki has a clear
motive.
Judge:
Indeed, the defendant Wocky
Kitaki is still the prime
suspect in this case.
Judge:
The only suspect, in fact.
Assuming there was no one else
on the scene at the time.
Judge:
Yet, a mystery remains...
Judge:
The location of the wound in
the victim's right temple has
yet to be explained.
Judge:
The court requests further
investigation from both the
defense and prosecution.
Klavier:
...Ja, baby.
Apollo:
...No problem!
Judge:
Very well. This brings the
trial for the day to a close.
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
To be continued.
============================
Episode 2
Turnabout Corner
============================
---
June 16, 2:23 PM
---
Apollo:
...What a train wreck that
was.
Apollo:
I'm glad we made it out of
that trial alive.
Trucy:
Really? I had fun!
Trucy:
And Wocky made it through
the day, too!
Apollo:
...Everyone was too obsessed
with panties to bother with
the real case.
Trucy:
But it was good publicity!
Imagine the crowd at my
show tonight!
Trucy:
You should come, Polly!
Apollo:
Yeah...
Trucy:
The Amazing Mr. Hat will be
making an appearance!
Mr. Hat:
Hi, folks! I'll be here all
week!
Apollo:
That's about enough of him.
Alita:
Hello...?
Trucy:
Ah! Ms. Tiala!
Alita:
Thank you for today.
The trial... went well.
Apollo:
Oh, right! No problem!
Alita:
Do you think Wocky will be OK?
Apollo:
(Well, he's not guilty...
yet.)
Alita:
Please, you have to help him!
Alita:
We're supposed to get married
next month...
Apollo:
Oh, congratulations!
Apollo:
(Gah, way to put the pressure
on a guy...)
Alita:
Please let me know if there's
anything I can do to help!
=Examine Spaghetti=
Apollo:
A dish of plastic spaghetti
like some restaurants put on
display.
Apollo:
Where did you get this,
anyway?
Trucy:
It was a birthday present
from Daddy!
Trucy:
I was so happy... You don't
know how long I wanted one
of these!
Trucy:
I fell asleep with it,
cradled in my arms, and
the spaghetti bent!
Apollo:
(Mental note: What she really
wants for her next birthday:
A bowl of plastic food...)
=Examine Piano=
Apollo:
There are all sorts of strange
paraphernalia sitting on top
of the piano.
Apollo:
It seems a shame to have all
these props and not do a trick
or two.
Trucy:
You asked for it!
Mr. Hat:
Heeeey, Mr. Righteous, was it?
Wakka wakka!
Trucy:
"Justice", Mr. Hat!
"Apollo Justice".
Mr. Hat:
Just is? Apollo just is what?
That's what I want to know!
Trucy:
Oh, you're hopeless!
Apollo:
...Please, make it stop.
Trucy:
Just let me know if you ever
want a visit from Mr. Hat!
Apollo:
Any other trick but that one,
please...
=Examine Portrait=
Apollo:
An old, sepia-tone photograph
of a man in a silk hat.
Apollo:
His outfit looks a lot like
Trucy's, come to think of it.
Trucy:
Aren't those clothes the best?
I had mine made to match!
Trucy:
If you're going to be a
magician, you gotta look
the part!
Apollo:
(Trucy is big on appearances,
I've found...)
=Examine Split Box=
Apollo:
Those boxes frighten me.
Trucy:
I bet I'm the first magician
to figure out these make great
shelves!
Apollo:
(She does seem to be putting
them to good use...)
Apollo:
But, if you ever want to put
it back together, you have to
take everything off.
Trucy:
...
Trucy:
Don't worry, I'll clean it up
soon... and then we'll try
cutting you up!
Apollo:
Th-Thanks, but I'll pass.
=Examine Hat=
Apollo:
A blue silk top hat, just like
the one Trucy's wearing.
Trucy:
It's my trademark color!
"Trucy Blue"!
Apollo:
I don't think you can
trademark the color blue.
Trucy:
Standing out is everything
when you're up on stage!
Trucy:
Bet you didn't know you've got
your own color, too, Apollo!
Trucy:
"Crimson Justice"!
Apollo:
You make me sound like some
second-rate superhero.
Trucy:
At least it's better than
being a first-rate super zero!
=Examine Plant=
Apollo:
It's Charley, the houseplant.
Apollo:
They've had it for years,
apparently.
Trucy:
That's "Mr. Charley" to you!
He's been here longer, after
all.
Apollo:
...Right, sorry.
Trucy:
I'm sorry, Mr. Charley.
He was raised by a tribe of
heathens.
Apollo:
(She's saying something to the
plant as she waters it...)
Trucy:
Mr. Charley forgives you.
This time.
Apollo:
...Is there anything else
I might do to please His
High Leafiness?
=Examine Bookshelf=
Apollo:
Some magic books are mixed
in with the law books here.
Apollo:
The magic books all look
well-used, but the law books
are just gathering dust.
Apollo:
...I feel kinda sorry for
them. Maybe I'll read some
next time I'm around.
=Examine Magic Table=
Apollo:
A hot water pot sits on a
magic table.
Apollo:
Why is the stand for this
table so flimsy looking?
Trucy:
...Hmm. Maybe it looks better
that way?
Apollo:
...I was hoping for a more
professional explanation.
Trucy:
Well...
Trucy:
Maybe to show that there's
no tricks involved?
Apollo:
...
Not bad.
Trucy:
I still think it's just that
it looks better that way.
=Examine Hula Hoop=
Apollo:
A giant hoop used to levitate
people.
Apollo:
So, tell me, how does it work?
Trucy:
Apollo...
Trucy:
Don't you know you should
never ask a magician to
explain a trick?
Trucy:
I mean, you're hardly better
than Mr. Stickler!
Apollo:
Hey, I object to being
placed in the same category
as that panty-snatcher.
Trucy:
Enjoy the mystery! That's the
way to appreciate magic.
=Present Anything=
Alita:
I'm sorry, I don't know much
about the case.
Alita:
I... I feel so helpless.
You're my only hope.
Alita:
Please, help my Wocky-Pocky...
=Talk -> Marriage=
Apollo:
Are you sure about marrying
into the Kitaki Family...?
Alita:
I'm fine with it. And I love
Wocky with all my heart.
Trucy:
Aw, that's so sweet!
Apollo:
So it doesn't bother you that
you'll be, erm...
Apollo:
...Married to the mob?
Alita:
I don't think so...
Alita:
My parents are against it,
of course.
Trucy:
Say! Where did you and Wocky
first meet, anyway?
Apollo:
(Good question...)
Apollo:
(Ms. Tiala doesn't look like
the type to have gangster
connections...)
Alita:
Oh... We met at my old job,
actually.
Trucy:
Ah, office romance!
Alita:
...
Apollo:
(She's not very forthcoming
with information about
herself, is she?)
=Talk -> The Kitakis=
Alita:
Did you know that the boss
is trying to get out of the
"business"?
Apollo:
R-Really?
(Mr. Kitaki wants to quit
being a gangster!?)
Alita:
He's trying to transfer his
assets into a normal company.
Alita:
He only announced it recently,
out of the blue...
Alita:
I hear there's quite a lot
of confusion in the ranks.
Apollo:
(Hmm. I wonder if this
explains that apron?)
----------------------------
Winfred Kitaki
Age: 56
Gender: Male
4th Boss of the Kitaki Family.
Wocky's father. Trying to get
out of the gangster business.
----------------------------
Apollo:
...I can't imagine Wocky
going along with that.
Alita:
Hee hee. He's highly
motivated, isn't he?
Apollo:
Um, that's not the word I
would have used.
Alita:
He said, "I'll be the next
Big Boss, and keep the Family
alive."
Alita:
I think he's at that age
when boys want to make a
mark on the world.
Apollo:
(That's not the way I would
have put it...)
Alita:
His father moves in a lot
of circles... He's really
focused on profits.
Alita:
The Kitaki Family's been
making a killing recently!
Apollo:
(Again, not the way I would
have put it...)
Alita:
But Wocky says it's not about
the money. They have the
gangster tradition to uphold.
Trucy:
Ooh, a generation gap!
Trucy:
They've even got the ever
classic "what about the family
business" thing going...
Apollo:
Usually, it's the father
worried about tradition...
=Talk -> Wocky's operation=
Apollo:
Can I ask you a question
about Wocky?
Apollo:
I understand he was
operated on by the
victim, Dr. Meraktis.
Alita:
Apparently, yes.
Wocky:
Wocky:
bye!
Wocky:
Alita:
...Yes, it sounded horrible.
Alita:
Wocky has always been fond
of fighting, I'm afraid...
Apollo:
I'm not sure it qualifies
as "fighting" when pistols
are involved.
Trucy:
Mr. Gavin was saying his life
might be in danger, wasn't he?
Alita:
N-No, that can't be right!
I'm sure he was just trying
to scare us.
Trucy:
It's scary to think that
a surgeon might make a
mistake...
Trucy:
...but it's even scarier when
he tries to hide it!
Apollo:
(I'd like to know a little
more about this "operation".)
Apollo:
(Maybe it's time to pay the
Meraktis Clinic a visit.)
Alita:
I should be getting home now.
Alita:
Wocky's in your hands,
Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
R-R-Right!
L-L-L-Leave it to me!
Trucy:
Apollo, I think you're only
making her more nervous...
Apollo:
Sorry! I'm new at this, OK?
Alita:
Tee hee. It's alright.
I believe in you.
=Examine Bottle=
Apollo:
A bottle of Mr. Wright's
favorite brand of grape juice.
Apollo:
Me? I haven't been able to
touch the stuff since that
first case.
Apollo:
...Not a problem for
Mr. Wright, apparently.
=Examine Piano=
Apollo:
A toy piano, one that might
be played by a child.
Apollo:
Correction: A pink toy piano.
I guess the man likes pink.
Nothing wrong with that.
=Examine DVDs=
Apollo:
of DVD cases.
Apollo:
Better stay away or it'll
become a crashing cascading
cavalcade of DVD cases.
=Examine Bed=
Apollo:
Mr. Wright's bed.
My, it's messy.
Apollo:
Trucy must clean up after him
at home.
=Examine TV=
Apollo:
The TV's been left on. Hmm...
Looks like the Steel Samurai's
in a spot of trouble.
Apollo:
I'm sure he'll come back to
win in the end. Mr. Wright
likes those kind of stories.

=Examine Mannequin=
Apollo:
A mannequin put in place of
the body. I think I've seen
him by the police station.
Apollo:
The way he's forced to look at
the ground now, day in and day
out... It's kind of sad.
=Examine Knife=
Apollo:
A knife is sticking straight
into the ground.
Apollo:
Remember what Wesley Stickler
said in the trial today...
Apollo:
Wocky was very likely pointing
this at the victim.
Trucy:
...Like he wanted to kill him.
Apollo:
(Yeah, that's the problem.)
=Examine Trash Can=
Apollo:
A trash can sits next to the
path here.
Trucy:
And I guess now we know it was
Mr. Stickler who hid Little
Plum's bloomers here, huh?
Apollo:
That's right, Trucy. And what
a web of lies grew from that
one little act.
Trucy:
I can still remember that
moment...
Trucy:
You brandished those bloomers
on high, and shouted...
"Objection!"
Apollo:
...Here's what I want you to
do, Trucy.
Apollo:
Take that memory, gently
lock it away deep in your
heart, and never speak of it.
=Examine Tarps=
Apollo:
Blue plastic tarps cover the
ground around the stand.
Apollo:
They were apparently put here
to preserve the crime scene.
=Examine Stand=
Apollo:
Poor Mr. Eldoon. His stand's
been standing here since this
whole thing started.
Trucy:
It almost looks at home here
in the park now.
Trucy:
I think it should be made into
a playhouse for children!
Apollo:
I think its owner would
disagree.
---
June 16
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---
Trucy:
Hmm... Looks like Wocky's
out for questioning.
Apollo:
I really need to talk to him.
I guess we'll come back later.
Guard:
Excuse me.
Apollo:
Yes?
Guard:
The other suspect is all
through with questioning, sir.
Trucy:
The other... Ah! You mean
the panty-snatcher!?
Apollo:
...Wesley Stickler.
(So they arrested him, too?)
Apollo:
Alright. Let's have a little
chat with Mr. Stickler.
(I hope I don't regret this.)
Trucy:
He is a valuable witness!
Apollo:
(He is a bit "precious", I'll
give him that.)
Stickler:
Please, keep this brief, if
you would. I'm quite busy.
Stickler:
I need to finish this paper...
Nyurk! I-It's you!!!
Apollo:
...Mr. Stickler. We'd like to
have a few words with you.
Stickler:
......
Stickler:
...Very well. As long as
they're few.
Apollo:
(Nothing would make me
happier, believe me.)
=Present Panties=
Stickler:
Th-That's it! The mystery!
The unanswerable riddle!
Trucy:
Actually, they're just a
normal pair of panties.
Stickler:
Wh-What!?
How is that possible?
Trucy:
It just takes practice,
that's all.
Stickler:
Then you must teach me!
You must!
Stickler:
To think, if I could produce
a pencil, an eraser, a text
book, and a lunch...
Stickler:
...all from a pair of panties!
My life would be complete!
Apollo:
(He's serious, isn't he.)
=Present Other=
Apollo:
...
Apollo:
(...Fine, ignore my evidence.
See if I care.)
Apollo:
(I wonder what he's thinki...
On second thought, let's
not go there.)
=Talk -> Panty-snatcher=
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler.
On the night of the murder,
you stole...
Stickler:
Wait! I can't help but feel
that I'm being misunderstood.
Apollo:
...How, exactly?
Stickler:
Yes, that night, I obtained
a pair of panties, it's true.
Stickler:
However! It was my burning
curiosity that drove me to
do it! Nothing more!
Trucy:
You wanted to know the trick
to my panties, right?
Stickler:
Y-You're here, too!?
Trucy:
...?
Stickler:
Oh, Great Trucy! Teach me!
Trucy:
Eh!?
Stickler:
I must know the secret of
your panties!
Stickler:
My very existence hangs in
the balance!
Stickler:
Please, make me your
apprentice!
Trucy:
Apollo!
Help!
Apollo:
I dunno, I think he'd make
a great "lovely assistant".
Trucy:
Don't say that, Apollo...
=Talk -> What you witnessed=

Apollo:
Could you relate what you
saw the night of the murder
to us one more time?
Stickler:
...Why not. Though it hardly
differs from the testimony
I gave in court.
Stickler:
The defendant was there in
the park that night, of this
I'm quite certain.
Stickler:
He was pointing a pistol...
or something like that at
the victim!
Stickler:
That's when I shouted "Stop,
you two! Let's resolve this
like gentlemen!"
Stickler:
...And the next moment, a shot
was fired.
Apollo:
And this is all true?
Really?
Stickler:
My panties are gone.
My innermost heart revealed.
Stickler:
What further reason could I
possibly have to lie?
Apollo:
(I can't think of anything
he'd want to hide more than
panty-snatching, true.)
Trucy:
It sounds like Wocky was at
the scene of the crime,
after all.
Apollo:
How I wish it weren't so.

=Present Panties=
Trucy:
Aren't my panties amazing?
They were a big hit in court.
Apollo:
(They were the star player of
the day, that's true.)
Trucy:
What should I show them
in court tomorrow?
Apollo:
(If only I could count on
panties to save the day
every day...)
=Talk -> The case=
Trucy:
If everything that
panty-snatcher said was
true...
Trucy:
...it doesn't put Wocky in a
very good position, does it?
Apollo:
He was at the scene of the
crime, that's pretty clear.
Apollo:
(There's got to be a different
angle on this...)
Trucy:
Well, let's get investigating!
Trucy:
No time like the present!
=Talk -> Any leads?=
Apollo:
So?
Any leads?
Trucy:
Hmm...
One moment...
Trucy:
...
Shazam!
Allakhazam!
Apollo:
(Whoa! Evidence keeps flying
out of nowhere!)
Trucy:
Ta da! That's all!
Neat, huh?
Apollo:
...Yeah, real neat.
(*sigh*)
---
June 16
Eldoon's House
---
Trucy:
Hey, it's Mr. Eldoon!
Oh Mr. Eldooooon!
Guy:
...Hrmph.
Trucy:
What's wrong?
Guy:
...So, you found my stand.
Guy:
That's why I'm here.
To thank you.
Trucy:
Ah.
Guy:
But now it's a crime scene
and they won't let me have
it back!!!
Guy:
That's also why I'm here.
I got no other place to go.
Apollo:
Ah... I see.
Guy:
How can a noodle stand be a
crime scene, that's what
I don't get, Trucy-doll!
Guy:
Even in death he's after my
neck, I tell ya! Bah!
Guy:
Can't even cook an honest
noodle...
Apollo:
"He"...?
Trucy:
"Even in death"... You mean
the victim, Dr. Meraktis?
Guy:
I tell ya.
Guy:
It's enough to drive a man
to make his soup even saltier.
Apollo:
(Remind me never to eat his
noodles when he's in a bad
mood...)
=Examine Oil Drum=
Apollo:
An oil drum for catching
rainwater.
Apollo:
...Ack! A flock of crows just
flew over and... That's gross!
Apollo:
Their aim was uncanny...
almost as if they'd been
practicing here a long time.
=Examine Bowl=
Apollo:
A lone Eldoon's Noodles bowl
lies on the ground.
Apollo:
The lone bowl, tipped on its
side... It's kind of surreal.
Apollo:
You'd think he would have
picked it up by now.
=Examine Clinic=
Apollo:
The front entrance to the
Meraktis Clinic.
Apollo:
The walls and posts are so
highly polished I can see
my face in them.
Apollo:
...Wait.
My hairdo's a little flat.
Apollo:
...There.
Perfect.
=Touch Left Arrow=
Trucy:
Well, we've got to check out
this clinic, that's for sure.
Apollo:
Yeah, but what about the
guard?
Trucy:
No harm in asking!
Trucy:
Um, excuse me!
Officer:
Hey, it's you two from
yesterday!
Apollo:
(That's the same officer that
was standing out by the
park yesterday!)
Officer:
Your business is over in the
park, isn't it? The clinic's
off limits. It's not involved.
Trucy:
B-But...!
Officer:
What part of "off limits"
do you not understand?
Officer:
Show me proof that the clinic
is connected to the incident
in the park, or beat it.
Apollo:
(No harm in asking...
No gain either.)
Apollo:
(No point in sticking around
here, I guess.)
=Present Stand=
Guy:
That's right, sonny! When're
you bringing my stand home!?
Guy:
I'm ready. Can't you see I'm
ready!?
Apollo:
(I guess...)
Guy:
Until that stand is back home,
the case is not closed! You
hear me!?
Apollo:
(I think I'll avoid talking
about his stand in the
future.)
=Talk -> The noodle stand=
Guy:
That stand... For generations,
it's served up the very best
noodles us Eldoons could make.
Guy:
A tradition of noodles and
salty broth.
Guy:
It's more than a stand, it's
history, I tell you.
Apollo:
(Watch what you say or it
might become true...)
Trucy:
That's a great story,
Mr. Eldoon!
Trucy:
A single stand, passed down
from generation to generation!
Guy:
'Course, to be honest...
I didn't plan on doing it.
Trucy:
That's right. You said
something about that.
Trucy:
About you "rebelling" against
your pops, was it?
Guy:
Good memory, Trucy-doll.
Guy:
Aye, I was a go-getter back
in my day...
Guy:
Until my friend next door
butted in.
Guy:
In the end, I was left with
nothing but this dusty old
stand to earn my fortune.
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon, I don't mean to
pry...
Apollo:
...but what exactly did you do
before you became a chef?
Guy:
Bah!
Let old noodles lie, that's
what I say.
Apollo:
(I'm starting to get an idea
of what he did, anyway.)
Guy:
He stole my dreams and left
me with nothin' but noodles.
Guy:
And now I don't even have
that!
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon, if I might ask...
Apollo:
What exactly happened between
you and the Meraktis Clinic?
Guy:
Eh? Eh!?
Apollo:
I couldn't help but sense
enmity there...
Guy:
Enmity? I hate 'im!
Guy:
Er. Hated. Him actin' like
he smells like roses when
he's rollin' in mud!
Apollo:
Excuse me?
Guy:
He's the only doctor at that
clinic, you know. Pretty
impressive, eh?
Guy:
I'll tell you the secret to
his success... The mob!
Apollo:
You mean... the Kitaki Family?
Guy:
They're always having one of
them "turf wars" or whatnot.
Guy:
Always an injury or two that
needs fixing. Meraktis saw
a chance for some business.
Guy:
So he started giving the
Kitaki Family a good deal...
Apollo:
A deal...?
Guy:
Every fifth operation for
free!
Guy:
He stole the idea from my
pops! One free bowl of noodles
a week, he used to say.
Trucy:
Can a doctor just decide to
do that? What about the
insurance companies...?
Guy:
Oh, no doubt it's illegal.
But, it got him in good with
the Family.
Guy:
Pretty soon he was getting
all the business in town.
Guy:
Leavin' me here, in the dark!
Guy:
Up t'my neck in soupy
noodles!
Apollo:
(I think I've figured out
Mr. Eldoon's former
occupation...)
Trucy:
Can't hurt to ask, Apollo!
=Talk -> Eldoon's past=
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon... or should
I say "Dr. Eldoon"...
Guy:
Figured it out, did ya?
Guy:
That's right, I was a doctor.
A surgeon... until the year
before last.
Trucy:
So Mr. Meraktis was your
rival?
Guy:
...You like those onions they
put in the soup broth?
Apollo:
Um, yeah, kind of.
Guy:
You take a spoon, you drink
some broth... Those onions
will find their way in there.
Guy:
For people who like 'em, why
that's just fine. For people
who hate 'em...
Guy:
...I hate onions.
Hate 'em!
Guy:
Always sneaking in from the
side, gettin' in the way of
a good tastin' spoonful.
Guy:
Well, that's what he was.
An onion! Onion-boy, that's
what I called 'im.
Apollo:
So... you weren't exactly
friends.
Guy:
Hah! Me 'n Pal Meraktis...
Guy:
Ever since pre-school we were
getting in each other's face.
Guy:
No matter what I did, sure
enough, he'd come followin'
along.
Guy:
Then he'd do it better than
me. Just blow right past
without so much as a "howdy".
Apollo:
...I see.
Guy:
That's right! I was a surgeon
long before he was, you know.
Guy:
Then that no-good onion-boy
comes along...
Apollo:
Well, Trucy, looks like we
found ourselves a new suspect.
Trucy:
Don't say that!
Guy:
Thanks to him, I was forced
to trade in my scalpel for a
ladle!
----------------------------
Guy Eldoon
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Proprietor of "Eldoon's
Noodles". Former doctor,
and rival to the victim.
----------------------------
Guy:
...Sorry, pal. Didn't mean to
weigh you down with an old
man's ramblings.
Apollo:
No, it's fine.
Guy:
By way of apology...
Guy:
You ever get yourself in a
spot of trouble, you drop by.
Apollo:
Huh?
Guy:
You're investigating Meraktis,
aren't ya?
Apollo:
Yes...?
Guy:
Well, you want to know about
a doctor, you ask a doctor.
That's all I'm sayin'.
Guy:
You just think of me if you
need something, Trucy-doll.
Trucy:
Right! Thanks, Mr. Eldoon!
Apollo:
(Hmm. I guess the time spent
listening to him complain
wasn't entirely wasted.)
---
June 16
Kitaki Mansion
---
Apollo:
(Yipes! She's back!)
Plum:
Hey. You two.
Over here!
Apollo:
U-Uh, us?
Trucy:
Yo, Little Plum!
Wassup!?
Apollo:
(I think all this gangsterese
is a negative influence on
Trucy...)
Plum:
I heard you retrieved my
bloomers!
Apollo:
W-Well, I was j-just doing...
Plum:
Bah! A man speaks clearly, and
takes credit where it's due!
Plum:
You caught the thief, didn't
you?
Apollo:
Uh, y-yes! Sorry!
I caught him!
Trucy:
You're cute when you're
nervous, Polly!
Apollo:
...I'll deal with you later.
Plum:
But enough about bloomers!
What about my son, Wocky!?
Apollo:
W-Wocky? Er, well, he's, um...
Plum:
Clearly!
Apollo:
Y-Yes, ma'am!
Apollo:
(This is why I was kind of
hoping we could avoid coming
back here.)
=Examine Paint=
Apollo:
Several colors of paint have
been splashed across the gate.
Apollo:
Most of it's pretty much
dry, too. This is going to
be one heck of a cleanup job.
=Examine Officer=
Apollo:
The park crime scene is off
limits to the public.
Apollo:
The police officer on guard
by the gate is yawning.
Apollo:
Ah, he noticed me staring and
snapped his mouth shut. Too
late, Mr. Officer! I saw you!
=Examine Old Lady=
Apollo:
Looks like the old lady's
at it again...
Officer:
Look, I told you yesterday
the park's off limits!
Old Lady:
And I told you yesterday this
is how I go home!
Old Lady:
OK. You want me to go around?
How about giving me five
bucks... like yesterday.
Apollo:
(...The con artist strikes
again...)
=Examine Trash Can=
Trucy:
This trash can... This is
where we found the mirror!
Apollo:
Come to think of it, wasn't
there something else in here?
Apollo:
Something near the bottom...
Apollo:
...Look at the paint on these.
That means...
Apollo:
...these must have ended up
in here after Mr. Wright's
accident.
Trucy:
Maybe they're connected?
Let's pick them up.
** Slippers added to the Court

Record. **
=Examine Trash Can (again)=
Apollo:
A large trash can sits by
the entrance to the park.
Trucy:
What, you aren't going to
dig through it?
Apollo:
No.
Apollo:
What? I'm serious! I have no
intention of looking through
this trash can!
Trucy:
Oh, please, don't hold back
on my account.
Apollo:
I think that whatever you
think about me and trash
cans, you're wrong.
=Present Bloomers=
Apollo:
Um, about these...
Plum:
Hey, my bloomers! Thanks for
that. I owe you one.
Apollo:
Um, I thought you might like
them back, so...
Plum:
Eh? Oh no, no. Why don't you
keep 'em as a souvenir?
Apollo:
Oh no, I couldn't, really!
Thanks for the offer bu--
Trucy:
I could use those in my
Magic Panties act!
Trucy:
I'll pull shivs and pieces
and godfathers out of them!
Apollo:
Great, now your props are
going from bland to dangerous.
=Present Pistol=
Apollo:
So this pistol belongs to the
Kitaki Family... Is that
correct?
Plum:
It's one of the pieces we
keep around.
Plum:
That is, we used to keep
around. They're all gone now.
Apollo:
Oh?
Plum:
Police came yesterday and
took everything.
Plum:
...Everything but my "broom".
Trucy:
Don't you think you should
have given them that, too?
Plum:
You kidding? Can't clean up
very well without a broom!
=Present Knife=
Apollo:
Can you tell me if this knife
belongs to Wocky?
Plum:
Oh, that's his knife alright.
Plum:
Bought it for him for his
birthday.
Apollo:
(Wow, that's a pretty hardcore
present.)
Plum:
I remember him falling asleep
with it clutched in his arms.
Trucy:
Ooh! I know the feeling! I'll
bet he was just as happy as I
was with my plastic spaghetti!
=Present Mirror=
Apollo:
This is the mirror we found...
Plum:
...From the hit 'n' run, huh?
It's funny how it all ties
together like this.
Plum:
You chase after a hit 'n' run
and end up Wocky's attorney.
Plum:
Of course, you'll find the
real killer soon. Won't you.
=Talk -> Wocky=
Trucy:
He's really everything you'd
expect in a Boss's son!
Trucy:
"I'm going to be a gangster,
dude!"
Plum:
The life does have an appeal
for that age...
Plum:
Particularly for boys.
Trucy:
...
Apollo:
What? Don't look at me like
that!
Plum:
He was shot in a turf war
about half a year ago.
Apollo:
Yes... We heard the story
from Wocky.
Plum:
...But he didn't tell you the
whole story.
Plum:
You know, even if he had a
pistol then, he couldn't have
shot anyone.
Trucy:
What...?
Plum:
He acts like he's "hard", but
he couldn't shoot someone to
save his life.
Plum:
I should know... I'm his mom.
Apollo:
(Her words do have a certain
weight to them...)
Plum:
Hopefully, when this is all
taken care of...
Plum:
...he and the Boss can sort
out their differences.
Trucy:
The Boss... you mean Wocky's
father?
Apollo:
They didn't seem to be on the
best terms, did they?
=Talk -> The case=
Plum:
It's true...
Plum:
One of our pistols is missing.
Trucy:
So the murder weapon was from
this mansion...
Apollo:
We kind of figured, given
the difficulty of obtaining
a gun these days.
Plum:
None of the rank and file
have access.
Plum:
Only the Boss, myself, and
...Wocky could have taken it.
Apollo:
I see...
Plum:
I'm sure the cops will
continue tromping all over the
mansion because of this case.
Plum:
Maybe this is a sign that
it's time for a change!
Wa ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(She doesn't seem too
concerned, at least.)
=Talk -> Alita Tiala=
Plum:
...Yeah. Wocky's fiancée.
Apollo:
They're getting married next
month, correct?
Plum:
I suppose. She's been staying
over lately.
Trucy:
...You don't look too happy
about that, Little Plum.
Plum:
...!
How'd you guess?
Apollo:
(Even I could tell that!)
Apollo:
Could you tell us more about
her?
Plum:
...Wocky brought her home
one day.
Plum:
Says he wants to tie the knot.
Trucy:
I can see why! She's so
pretty!
Plum:
Oh, she's pretty enough.
But, you know...
Trucy:
...?
Plum:
Nah, it's probably just me
being suspicious. Stay in
this business too long...
Plum:
...and you start to only see
darkness in people.
Plum:
You get a nose for it.
Plum:
A nose for people...
A nose for trouble.
Apollo:
(Hmm. I wonder what the
problem is?)
Trucy:
It's like a gangsters-only
version of "female intuition"!
=Talk -> Father and son=
Plum:
The Boss may act tough, but
that boy means the world to
him.
Apollo:
But Wocky seems, well...
Apollo:
It seems like he's against
his father's position.
Plum:
Ah. It's to be expected. We're
in a bit of a transition now.
Plum:
Trying to cut our ties to
the shadier side of the street
and do more on the up-and-up.
Plum:
Wocky isn't too enthusiastic
about the change, it's true.
Trucy:
But why the change?
Trucy:
Is the gangster thing just
not paying the bills?
Plum:
Wa ha ha ha ha ha!
Plum:
It pays... but we need a lot
of money right now.
Plum:
Clean money, that is.
Apollo:
I see...
(Hmm, something must be up.)
Plum:
He'll see things the way the
Boss sees 'em... some day.
---
June 16
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---
Apollo:
Um... I was hoping to meet
with my client?
Guard:
Wocky Kitaki's just finished
questioning. I'll bring him
out.
Trucy:
Great!
Finally!
Wocky:
Yo, 'sup, my little imposter!
Trucy:
Eeek!
Wh-What did you call me?
Wocky:
Dizzam! It's you!? Sorry, G,
thought you were Alita.
Trucy:
"My little imposter" sure is
a strange nickname.
Wocky:
It's a clink thang.
You wouldn't understand.
Wocky:
D-Did I say "imposter"?
I meant "poster"... like
"poster girl", 'aight?
Trcy:
If you're going to drop part
of that, why not drop "poster"
and just call her "girl"?
Wocky:
Cause she's so much more than
that, G. She's like... She's
like an angel. A fallen angel.
Wocky:
...So. What can I do you for?
Trucy:
...You don't look so chipper
today, Wocky.
Apollo:
Worried about your, um,
heart condition, maybe?
Wocky:
That was the wackest thing
of all! All us G's lining up,
taking eye exams...
Wocky:
Better to die young than
fade away, bizzzoy!
Klavier:
...A relief to hear.
Wocky:
Eh? Wh-What's a relief!?
Klavier:
Oh? Did your father not
tell you?
Klavier:
That bullet you carry so close
to your heart... if not
attended to immediately...
Klavier:
...It could kill you.
Wocky:
M-Man...
I ain't trying to hear that!
Wocky:
A man fights to protect what's
valuable to him, you know
what I'm saying?
Wocky:
...I miss my fallen angel!
Wocky:
Hey, you go get Alita for
me. You're my lawyer,
aren't you?
Apollo:
(Lawyer, not gopher...)
=Present Anything=
Wocky:
...
Yeah, whatever.
Apollo:
(He seems preoccupied... I'm
not sure he even looked at
my evidence...)
Wocky:
Alita, man.
Alita.
=Talk -> Your fiancée=
Apollo:
So, I hear you're to be
married next month?
Wocky:
Straight up! We poured the
nuptial 40 out on the stoop!
Wocky:
Alita! Oh, snapplecakes!
She soooo foine!
Apollo:
(I think he's smitten with
her in his own weird way.)
Trucy:
I was wondering, how did you
two meet?
Trucy:
I asked Tiala, but she
was... very vague.
Wocky:
Huh? Well, man, if she
wouldn't tell you...
Wocky:
I'd best hold my tongue,
you feel me?
Trucy:
Wha--!?
Wocky:
Man, what's past is past.
She knows that.
Wocky:
When I'm with Alita...
Wocky:
I feel like there's things
worth protecting out there.
You feel me?
Wocky:
And my Alita, she's down
with that all the way.
Apollo:
(Hmm, so both of them are
mum about their past...)
Trucy:
Do you think you could tell
us what happened with you
and Pal Meraktis...?
Wocky:
...There's something you
should know.
Wocky:
We Kitakis are having what
you might call a feud with
the Rivales Family.
Wocky:
So, 'bout six months back...
Wocky:
I go into Rivales turf,
packing a knife, right?
Trucy:
And...
You were shot?
Wocky:
Coldest thing I ever seen.
Wocky:
One shot, to the heart, but my
homies weren't too late.
It's a miracle that I lived.
Wocky:
It's already considered one
of the seven wonders of the
Kitaki Family, you know that?
Apollo:
So, you were taken to the
Meraktis Clinic then?
Wocky:
You shoulda seen their faces
when they wheeled me in.
Wocky:
You can't just let the
Boss's son die, you know?
Apollo:
(I'd hate to have been in
that doctor's shoes...)
Apollo:
(Mr. Kitaki's scary enough
when he's not angry...)
Trucy:
But the bullet that hit you...
Trucy:
...it was never removed?
Apollo:
(And it's still threatening
his life!)
Wocky:
That doctor... He did it
on purpose!
Wocky:
The Rivales paid him off,
I'm sure of it!
Apollo:
(I need to hear more about the
night of the murder, that
much is clear.)
=Talk -> Wocky's future=
Wocky:
Life in the Family is a G
thang. It's about being a man.
Wocky:
...You know what I'm saying?
Trucy:
Sorry, I'm not up on my
G things. I'm not even sure
what a G thing is...
Wocky:
But my old man, he's gone
soft.
Wocky:
He says the old rival gang
days are over. He just wants
to make money!
Trucy:
Isn't that a good thing?
Wocky:
Man, there ain't no soul
in making money!
Wocky:
Better to live fast and
die young. Fo'shizzle!
Apollo:
(*sigh*...)
Wocky:
Wait till I run the yard.
Then everyone'll know what
time it is.
Wocky:
That's right! O.G. time all
the time. Represent!
Trucy:
Apollo, why does he keep
talking about "Old Guys"?
Apollo:
I don't think that's what
"O.G." means, Trucy.
=Present Knife or Pistol=
Apollo:
About these weapons... the
pistol and the knife.
Wocky:
They belong to the Family.
I snuck 'em out that night.
Apollo:
So, the "killer" Mr. Stickler
says he saw that night was...
Wocky:
I guess it was me. I was
there, after all.
Apollo:
Gak...!
(We're finished...)
Trucy:
Um... Yo, Wocky!
Trucy:
us exactly what happened
that night?
Wocky:
Heh...
You don't beat around the
bush, do you?
Wocky:
I like your style, shorty.
=Talk -> The night of the crime=
Apollo:
Um... Actually, there's a
question I've been wanting
to ask you for a while now.
Apollo:
That is, uh... Did you do it?
Did you shoot him?
Wocky:
...
I dunno.
Apollo:
Eh?
Wocky;
The day of that check-up,
when I found out about the
bullet by my heart...
Wocky:
...I...borrowed a gun from
the Family's stash.
Wocky:
Figured I'd give that doctor
a taste of his own bad
medicine.
Apollo:
(Uh oh... I don't like where
this is going...)
Trucy:
But... you were carrying a
knife, weren't you?
Wocky:
Oh that? Yeah, well, never
can be too careful, I say.
Wocky:
So I'm on my way to the
clinic, right?
Wocky:
When I run into him in the
park... and he's dragging this
noodle stand behind him!
Trucy:
Wait, you didn't put him
up to that?
Trucy:
Like, you know, in the movies?
Trucy:
"If you value your life,
you'll bring the stand..."
Wocky:
...Shorty, you're more wacked
than I am. And that's saying
something.
Trucy:
...But I was serious!
Wocky:
The thing is, I don't remember
what happened next all too
well.
Apollo:
You don't remember...?
Wocky:
But, the way I see it, if
there wasn't anyone else
there that night...
Wocky:
...then I guess it probably
was me who did him in, you
know what I'm saying?
---
June 16
Kitaki Mansion
---
Trucy:
...Look at that crowd over
by the park!
Apollo:
Probably people trying to get
a glimpse of the crime scene.
Trucy:
But... why are those girls
screaming?
Trucy:
I think I just heard one say
"Omigod, it's him!"
Apollo:
(Wait, that motorcycle...)
Klavier:
Ah! If it isn't Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
...Prosecutor Gavin.
Klavier:
Some fans found me on my way
out... Just my luck.
???:
Omigod! Omigod! He's so cool!
Apollo:
Thus the screams...
Klavier:
New album just came out,
you know.
Klavier:
Try waving to them. They love
it.
???:
Oooh! Oooh! He's so cute!
Klavier:
Ah ha ha.
Klavier:
They're so excited, it doesn't
matter who waves to them, see?
Apollo:
(This is surreal...)
Trucy:
Um, so you were here
investigating?
Klavier:
And I was on my way home...
when my hog gave up the ghost.
Apollo:
Your hog...?
Klavier:
My motorcycle won't start.
A clogged exhaust pipe...
Trucy:
Too bad! It looks like such
a nice bike, too.
Trucy:
Hard to believe that it could
break just from that!
Klavier:
Ach, it's my fault. I think
I was using the wrong oil.
Klavier:
Cars, motorbikes, they're all
the same.
Klavier:
Clog the exhaust, and they
won't run.
Klavier:
Ah, machines. Tell me you
share my angst, Herr Forehead!
Apollo:
...I ride a bicycle, actually.
Klavier:
Ah. Heh. In any event, I'm off
to the shop to get her fixed.
Klavier:
The detective in charge of
the scene isn't fond of me,
in any case.
Apollo:
The detective... You mean,
the one in the lab coat?
Klavier:
Ja. She's in a foul mood, too.
Be gentle.
Klavier:
Auf Wiedersehen, baby!
???:
Omigod! Omigod! There he goes!
Apollo:
And the forecast for the park
today... Gloomy Skyes.
Trucy:
Well, nothing to do but
head on in. Let's hit the
park, Apollo!
---
June 16
People Park
---
Apollo:
Huh? Does something about this
scene look different to you?
Trucy:
The blue tarps are gone!
Maybe that's it?
Apollo:
Yeah, I think you're right.
Look over there.
Trucy:
The white-frocked detective
from yesterday.
Trucy:
She seems to be apologizing
reverently... to the trash
can.
Apollo:
She's... under a lot of
stress.
Apollo:
The investigation's probably
not going so well.
Ema:
Hey, you there!
Ema:
If you're going to talk about
someone behind their back,
do it more quietly, please!
Apollo:
Oh, Detective Skye. Hello.
Trucy:
You seem as gloomy as ever.
Ema:
This is miserable! Miserable!
I just got a new kit, and I
can't get the stuff to work.
Ema:
And everyone's all smiles for
that glimmerous fop.
Trucy:
Glimmerous...? Does she mean
Prosecutor Gavin?
Apollo:
More to the point, doesn't she
mean "glamorous"?
Ema:
When he walks his shiny chains
catch the sun and glimmer in
my eyes! It's distracting.
Ema:
Apollo:
(Speaking of distracting...)
Ema:
*sigh*
I guess I just have to accept
the fact that I lack talent.
Apollo:
(Sounds like she's trying out
some sort of new forensics
technique...)
=Examine Ground=
Apollo:
The tarps that were here
yesterday are gone.
Trucy:
I wonder why Detective Skye
put them out?
Apollo:
Yeah... The only thing they
were covering is the ground.
Trucy:
Oh! You know, I think I see
something there... a print!
Apollo:
A... "print"?
=Present Fingerprint Powder=
Ema:
Fingerprint analysis is the
very basis of modern forensic
science!
Apollo:
...I guess you could put
it that way.
Ema:
And you two know how to dust
for prints on your own now!
Ema:
Make sure to examine anything
you find that might have
prints on it!
=Present Slippers=
Ema:
They say "The Meraktis
Clinic"... Hey!
Apollo:
Wh-What?
Ema:
This slipper... Look right
here! I think I see a toe
mark!
Apollo:
A toe mark... You think we
can get a print off that!?
Ema:
Sure! Toes have prints just
like fingers do, you know.
Apollo:
(This little clue might be
a gold mine!)
Ema:
Oh... There's one problem.
Ema:
The police station doesn't
keep a record of toe prints.
Ema:
So we won't know whose it is.
Apollo:
(...I guess that would be
too much to hope for.)
Trucy:
Still, it might be useful
somehow!
Trucy:
Let's analyze it!
=Check -> Examine Print=
Apollo:
I wonder... Could this be
a print?
Trucy:
Why would there be a finger...
Oh, you mean a toe print!
Good call, Apollo!
Apollo:
I bet we can analyze it
just like a regular print.
Trucy:
This could be a vital piece
of evidence!
Apollo:
Hey! It worked! That looks
like... a big toe, maybe?
Trucy:
Wow, I feel like the case
is solved already!
Apollo:
What was next? We have to
match the print, right?
Trucy:
Right! Let's match it!
......
Wait.
Trucy:
The detective didn't give us
a list of toe prints, Apollo.
Apollo:
Oh, good point.
Trucy:
Maybe we should ask her?
Get some "expert" advice?
Apollo:
I guess so...
(I'm not sure she really
qualifies as an expert...)
----------------------------
Slippers
Type: Other
Retrieved from the
Slippers used by patients at
the Meraktis Clinic. Big toe
print found in left slipper.
----------------------------
=Talk -> Detective Skye=
Apollo:
Detective Skye, you know
Mr. Wright, correct?
Trucy:
How do you know my daddy!?
I want details!
Ema:
Ah? Ah... Well...
Ema:
...He helped me out a long
time ago.
Ema:
You might say he "saved" me.
Apollo:
(Wasn't she saying something
about "getting involved in
an incident"?)
Ema:
I can't stand it when things
are vague... especially in
a case.
Ema:
I went to study to become a
forensic scientist... in
Europe.
Apollo:
But... you're a detective now?
Ema:
Well... I failed the test.
Ema:
But, you know, rank and title
don't matter! What matters is
what's inside your heart!
Trucy:
I've always thought that, too!
Ema:
And my heart is full of
science! That's why I bought
this kit through mail order.
Ema:
And I'm going to test it here
before the forensics team
arrives!
Apollo:
(Are you sure that's OK...?)
=Talk -> Prosecutor Gavin=
Ema:
I won't lie, I'm not fond of
the man.
Ema:
Those glimmerous types always
rub me the wrong way.
Apollo:
"Glamorous"... right.
Ema:
A prosecutor should be cool
of wit and furrowed of brow.
Ema:
Less "glimmerous" and more
"simmerous"... you know?
Apollo:
...No, actually, I don't.
Ema:
Well, that, and what happened
seven years ago!
Ema:
Prosecutor Gavin was the one
who stripped Mr. Wright of
his attorney's badge!
Apollo:
Whaaaaaa--!? Really!?
(He was the one!?)
Ema:
...You mean you didn't know?
Ema:
I thought you were one of
his boys!
Apollo:
(I'm neither a "boy" nor one
of his... but let's see
what she has to say.)
Apollo:
Um... What exactly happened
seven years ago?
Apollo:
I never actually heard the
details.
Ema:
...Then investigate.
It's better you learned it
for yourself, anyway.
Trucy:
...
=Talk -> The new kit?=
Apollo:
...Do you mind me asking
exactly what it is you've
been doing...
Apollo:
...squatting down on the
ground like that?
Ema:
Ooh! You want to know?
Do you?
Well, I splurged on a new toy!
Apollo:
(You splurged... You mean,
it wasn't police issue?)
Trucy:
What is it?
I see a roller... and glue?
Ema:
This is a footprint analysis
kit!
Apollo:
Footprint...?
Ema:
It was raining on the night
of the murder, which means
that footprints were left!
Trucy:
Oh, does that have anything to
do with those blue tarps?
Ema:
Right. The ground was muddy,
so I had to protect it as it
was that night.
Ema:
Ever wanted to know exactly
where someone was standing?
Ema:
Like your panty-snatching
student witness, for instance?
Trucy:
Ah ha! So with that kit...!
Ema:
Right!
Apollo:
...What?
Ema:
Want to try this stuff out?
Apollo:
Huh? Are you sure? I mean,
we're sort of on opposing
teams and all...
Ema:
Oh, pshaw!
You're friends!
Ema:
And... to tell the truth, I'm
not so good at doing this.
Ema:
Guess I'm a little clumsy.
I could use your help.
Trucy:
Ooh! I'm good at stuff like
this! I used to make magic
bunnies out of paper mache!
Apollo:
(Footprint analysis, huh?
Well, should I give it a go?)
[ No need ]
Apollo:
I think I'll pass. Wouldn't
want to waste a kit if I
messed up.
Ema:
Really? That's too bad...
I really could use the help.
Trucy:
Aww, I want to try! It'll be
just like making pancakes in
the dirt!
Apollo:
(I guess I can always talk
to her again if I change
my mind...)
[ Try it ]
Apollo:
OK...
I'll give it a go!
Ema:
That's the spirit!
Ema:
Right, allow me to explain!
Ahem, one moment...
Trucy:
She's reading the instructions
for her kit...
Apollo:
(Why does this not fill me
with confidence?)
Ema:
First, we have to pick the
footprint, or in this case,
shoe print we want to analyze!
Ema:
I've taken the liberty of
marking all the shoe prints
in the park.
Ema:
Well, which shoe print should
we start with...?
Ema:
If we're going to verify the
defendant's account, here's
the place to start!
Ema:
Shoe prints, prepare to be
examined!
Trucy:
Ooh!
This is so exciting!
Ema:
Right, here goes!
First...
Ema:
"Pour the plaster into the
print until it's full."
Ema:
...You try it.
Apollo:
How am I supposed to do that!?
Ema:
Just touch the screen where
you want to pour the plaster.
Ema:
Like this!
Apollo:
(Hmm, that doesn't look too
hard...)
Ema:
If you run out of plaster in
your beaker before you're
done, you have to start over!
((Run out of plaster))
Ema:
What are you doing!?
Out of plaster already?
Apollo:
Hey, give me a break!
I'm just a beginner at this!
Ema:
I'm not that far ahead of you,
believe me! ...Fine.
Ema:
I'll make another batch.
Don't mess it up this time.
Apollo:
(Plaster, here comes Justice!
*sigh*)
Ema:
Not bad. You're handier with
that than you look.
Apollo:
(What's that supposed to
mean?)
Ema:
On to the next step!
Ema:
Um... "Dry the plaster until
it turns white." Right!
Ema:
Just touch to direct the
dryer!
Ema:
...There, give it a shot!
Ema:
Looks like it's hardened
nicely. Let's take a look!
Ema:
Hmm... Yes, that's a good
one. Next, the ink!
Ema:
Ready for the next step?
Ema:
Use the roller to ink
just the shoe print part.
Ema:
Hold on to that roller tight
now, and roll it up and down.
Ema:
Keep going till you get enough
ink on there for a good print!
Ema:
Right, now the moment you've
all been waiting for! Let's
take our print!
Ema:
Ready?
Here goes!
Ema:
Let's see if we get a match.
((Compare Wrong))
Ema:
Hmm, no good. Must have
messed up somewhere. Shall
we try on another print?
((Compare Wocky))
Apollo:
So the shoe prints belong to
Wocky Kitaki after all...
Ema:
He was in the park on the
night of the crime!
Trucy:
Wow! I can almost see the
science at work!
Ema:
Don't you love it!?
Ahhh! Nothing feels better.
Apollo:
(She's definitely waaaay more
into this than I am...)
Ema:
Just let me know if you want
to do some more.
Ema:
I'll be here, solving the
case... with science!
Apollo:
(Well, that certainly
brightened her mood.)
=Talk -> The new kit (if refused analysis first time)=
Ema:
Hmm? Still interested in the
bleeding edge of forensic
science?
Ema:
Why didn't you say so in
the first place!?
(prompted as before)
=Talk -> Footprint analysis=
Apollo:
Detective Skye? Mind if we
give it another go?
Ema:
Right on! Leave no print
un-analyzed, I say!
((Either))
Ema:
...Now to pick which print
you want to analyze!
Ema:
...OK!
Looking good.
Ema:
Next, to dry the plaster!
Ema:
OK, let's take out the mold!
Ema:
Hmm... Yes, that's a good
one. Next, the ink!
Ema:
Right, now the moment you've
all been waiting for! Let's
take our print!
Ema:
Ready?
Here goes!
((Chose Green Prints))
Ema:
Let's see if we get a match.
((Compare Stickler))
Apollo:
So these shoe prints belong
to Wesley Stickler.
Apollo:
This confirms his testimony.
The final version of it,
at least.
Ema:
Now we know where the panty-
snatcher was standing!
((Chose Red Print))
Trucy:
...Huh. That's a funny shoe
print.
Trucy:
Is that even a shoe?
Ema:
It is strange. So smooth...
Apollo:
Except for the part with the
leaf.
Ema:
I can say without even looking
that this print doesn't match
any print on our list.
Apollo:
(Hmm... A mystery print.)
=Talk -> Another shoe print=
Apollo:
give it another shot?
Ema:
I believe you're beginning to
appreciate the wonder that is
forensic science!
(same as before)
=Talk -> Mystery print=
Ema:
This print is far too smooth
to be from a regular shoe.
Trucy:
It is a shoe print of some
kind though, that's certain.
Ema:
Still, you have to wonder
what it's doing here.
Trucy:
It's right next to the
Eldoon's Noodles stand!
Ema:
It does make one wonder...
...Hey, you.
Apollo:
...Yes?
Ema:
Why are you so quiet all of
a sudden?
Ema:
...You wouldn't happen to have
something in mind?
Ema:
Something that might have left
this mystery shoe print?
Apollo:
(This mystery shoe print does
remind me of something...)
----------------------------
Slippers
Type: Other
Retrieved from the
=Check -> Toe Print=
Apollo:
So, we have a toe print now.
Trucy:
I'm not sure what good it's
going to do us without a list
of toe prints to check it on.
Apollo:
(Maybe our detective friend
can help us...)
=Check -> Examine Leaf Print=
Trucy:
The bottom is covered with
paint!
Apollo:
Huh? What's this weird
shape here?
Trucy:
It looks like a leaf was stuck
to the bottom when the wearer
stepped in some yellow paint.
Apollo:
So the outline was left when
the leaf was removed!
Apollo:
Ack! I got paint on my hand!
Trucy:
......
Apollo!
Trucy:
I saw you try to wipe your
hand on my cape!
----------------------------
[ No need ]
Apollo:
Hmm... No, sorry. No idea.
Ema:
Too bad. I wonder what it is.
Trucy:
Something's familiar about
that smooth surface... so
smooth it's almost slippery.
Ema:
...Well, if you think of
something, I'm all ears.
[ Show evidence ]
Apollo:
(I'm pretty sure I've seen
something that would leave a
print like that.)
Apollo:
You know, I think I have
our culprit right here...
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Ema:
...
Know what I'm eating?
Apollo:
Um... Snacks?
Ema:
Snacks. More precisely,
whenever I'm in a bad mood,
I eat chocolate Snackoos.
Apollo:
...I had no idea.
Trucy:
I think she means you picked
the wrong evidence, Apollo.
Apollo:
(...I had no idea.)
((Present Slippers))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Well, I think it's these
slippers, actually.
Ema:
Slippers...
What would slippers be doing
out here?
Apollo:
But look at the bottom!
See?
Ema:
It's covered with paint!
Except for...
Apollo:
See, right here?
Ema:
Hey, that spot is shaped
like a leaf!
Apollo:
What if a leaf was stuck on
the bottom, and came off when
the slipper stepped in paint?
Apollo:
...Makes sense, doesn't it?
Ema:
Wait, something's written
on them...
..."The Meraktis Clinic"!
Apollo:
Exactly! The victim's clinic!
Trucy:
Wait, that means...
Trucy:
...that someone from the
clinic was involved?
Ema:
...
Apollo:
(Why is she just standing
there eating?)
Trucy:
Um, Detective Skye?
I have a favor to ask!
Ema:
Wh-what?
Apollo:
Can you get us access into the
Meraktis Clinic?
Trucy:
The police won't let us in!
They say the murder and the
clinic are not connected.
Trucy:
And it's off limits until we
prove they are!
Ema:
...
I should be able to do
something for you, yes.
Apollo:
Eh? Really?
Ema:
Well, you did my work for
me here with the shoe prints.
Ema:
Seems like I should return
the favor.
Trucy:
Thank you, Detective Skye!
Ema:
Here, show this to the police
officer on duty.
** Detective Skye's Orders added

----------------------------
Detective Skye's Orders
Type: Documents
Received from
Ema Skye.
"Allow clinic access to this
magician and attorney, in
Prosecutor Gavin's name."
=Check -> Name on back=
Trucy:
She put a little heart by
her name! How cute!
Apollo:
Isn't she a little old for
cute?
Trucy:
Apollo! Shame on you! Cute
is eternal! Cute is timeless!
Trucy:
No matter how old a woman gets
she always carries a little
innocent maiden inside her!
Apollo:
...R-Really now. I suppose.
I've never heard it put quite
that way before.
Trucy:
When I sign my name, I always
put in a little diamond!
Trucy:
"Trucy ^ Wright"... (pretend it's a diamond,
okay?)
See? Cute, don'tcha think?
Apollo:
It's a little confusing.
Won't people think your
middle name is diamond?
Trucy:
Hey! You could write your
name like "Apollo = Justice"!
Apollo:
I do like justice, but that's
taking it a bit far.
----------------------------
Apollo:
(Right! Meraktis Clinic,
here comes Justice!)
---
June 16
Hickfield Clinic
---
Phoenix:
Ah, the prodigal attorney
returns! Welcome, Apollo.
Phoenix:
I heard you did well in the
trial today.
Phoenix:
Here to discuss something?
I could use a little
diversion...
Apollo:
(What did Detective Skye say?)
Apollo:
(If you want to know
something, you have to
investigate it yourself...)
Apollo:
Mr. Wright!
Apollo:
Tell me what happened seven
years ago... please.
Apollo:
I want to know.
I need to know!
Phoenix:
You certainly didn't waste any
time getting to the point.
=Present Mirror=
Phoenix:
Ah, so that was what led you
to the guilty party.
Apollo:
Yes! Thanks to you ripping the
mirror off the car, I was able
to deduce the...
Phoenix:
You make a good point, Apollo.
In fact...
Phoenix:
It could be said that I'm
to thank for finding the
criminal.
Apollo:
(...Think what you want,
Mr. Wright. Knock yourself
out.)
=Present Panties=
Apollo:
And we found these, too!
They're Trucy's.
Phoenix:
Thanks, Apollo.
Phoenix:
Though, I have to admit,
as a father, I wonder...
Phoenix:
...why are you still carrying
my daughter's panties around
in your pocket?
Apollo:
(Ack! That'll teach me to
show off my evidence to
Mr. Wright...)
=Talk -> 7 years ago=
Phoenix:
Seven years ago, I was
standing in a courtroom...
on behalf of a client.
Phoenix:
The case involved the death
of a certain "magnificent"
genius...
Phoenix:
I'd be surprised if you
hadn't heard about it.
Apollo:
...It was all over the news,
I remember that.
Apollo:
You were up against Prosecutor
Gavin, weren't you?
Phoenix:
...Yes, he was only 17 years
old at the time.
Apollo:
(17 years old...?
That's still high school!)
Phoenix:
He took the bar exam abroad...
in Europe. They're progressive
over there, you know.
Phoenix:
I was defeated by a 17-year-
old newcomer. In my shame, I
left the practice forever.
Phoenix:
That's all.
Apollo:
That's all...?
How could that be all!?
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Apollo:
What about what they were
saying on the news about
forged evidence!?
Phoenix:
...
Apollo:
They said you forged evidence
and had your attorney's badge
stripped from you!
Phoenix:
...
=Talk -> Forged evidence=
Phoenix:
Tell me... how does it feel?
Phoenix:
How does it feel to stand here
before Phoenix Wright,
the Forgin' Attorney himself?
Apollo:
H-How does it feel...?
(I... I don't want to
believe it's true!)
Apollo:
(But what about what happened
in my first trial...)
Phoenix:
Didn't you notice in today's
trial?
Phoenix:
There was a single piece of
forged evidence.
Phoenix:
I'm talking about evidence
that shouldn't have existed.
A naughty magician's trick...
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha ha ha!
I don't see you jumping to
my defense on this one...
Phoenix:
Maybe I did forge evidence,
maybe I didn't.
Phoenix:
...It doesn't really matter
now, does it?
Apollo:
B-But...!
Phoenix:
I'm not an attorney anymore.
...That's the only truth you
need to know.
Apollo:
(Mr. Wright...)
Apollo:
(Looks like he doesn't want to
talk about the accusations of
forgery... for now.)

---
June 16
Eldoon's House
---
Officer:
Ah, you two again.
Officer:
When, oh when will you learn.
Officer:
Look at me however you want,
you're not getting in today.
Trucy:
I wouldn't be so sure if I
were you! Look what we have!
Officer:
What's this?
...Detective Skye!
Officer:
...
Officer:
Yesterday, it was Prosecutor
Gavin, today it's Detective
Skye.
Officer:
Who are you two? Really.
Apollo:
(Now he's suspicious again...)
Officer;
...Well, you got the orders,
I gotta let you in. Have fun.
Trucy:
Thanks, Mr. Officer!
Trucy:
Let's hit it, Apollo!
=Move -> Meraktis Clinic=
---
June 16
Meraktis Clinic
Reception
---
Trucy:
Huh, kind of an at-home sort
of place, isn't it?
Apollo:
This place has a connection
to the murder in the park...
Apollo:
I'm sure of it!
Trucy:
The police guy out front
wasn't so sure.
Apollo:
Beyond it being where the
victim lived.
Apollo:
(Looks like the police team's
gone home for the day.)
Trucy:
There might be some clues
lying around!
Trucy:
Let's get cracking, Apollo!
=Examine Slipper Rack=
Trucy:
These must be the slippers for
patients at the clinic.
Apollo:
The same as the pair we found,
of course.
Trucy:
Look, a single pair is missing
from the rack here, too.
Trucy:
And ours have paint on the
bottoms...
Trucy:
Which means they were taken
out of here on the night of
the murder.
Apollo:
Right...
Apollo:
The paint's from the hit and
run, after all.
Apollo:
(But what were a pair of
clinic slippers doing in
that trash can?)
Apollo:
(And what were they doing at
the scene of the hit and
run?)
=Examine Reception Desk=
Apollo:
The clinic's reception desk.
No one's here, of course.
Apollo:
There's a small sign on the
counter...
Apollo:
"Please pay your bill:
Remember, we're the ones
holding the scalpel."
Apollo:
Brutal... but effective.
=Examine Bowls=
Trucy:
Look at all these bowls...
Apollo:
They're from Eldoon's Noodles!
There's Mr. Salty!
Trucy:
Then, I think we've figured
something out.
Apollo:
I think we have.
Trucy:
Mr. Eldoon must do take-out!
Apollo:
...
(Not exactly what I was
thinking.)
Trucy:
All the bowls have been
washed clean...!
Apollo:
I think we've found our
first clue, Trucy.
=Examine Sandals=
Trucy:
There's a single pair of
sandals here.
Apollo:
Wait, but why would there be
sandals here?
Apollo:
Unless they belong to one of
the patients.
Trucy:
Or maybe it's a visitor that's
come to see Dr. Meraktis.
Apollo:
You'd think they'd use his
house entrance instead of the
clinic entrance, in that case.
Apollo:
And, if this patient or
visitor isn't still here...
Trucy:
Why'd they leave without
their shoes?
Apollo:
(Better take a closer look
at these, just in case.)
** Sandals added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Sandals
Type: Other
Retrieved from Meraktis
Clinic - Reception
Cute women's sandals. Found
in the Meraktis Clinic foyer.
=Check -> Examine Toe Print=

Trucy:
Hey, Apollo!
You think this is...?
Apollo:
Huh...
This could be a toe print.
Trucy:
Maybe we can get a print
off of this!
Trucy:
Let's try it out!
Apollo:
Hey! It worked! That looks
like... a big toe, maybe?
Trucy:
But wait! I mean, it's great
that we got the print...
Trucy:
But is there such a thing as
a list of toe prints?
Apollo:
Oh, good point. If there is,
Detective Skye didn't give it
to us.
Apollo:
Which means... we can't match
this print.
Trucy:
This seems like a good time
to ask a detective's advice.
Apollo:
Yeah, good idea.
----------------------------
Sandals
Type: Other
Clinic - Reception
Women's sandals found in the
Meraktis Clinic foyer. Big toe
print found on left sandal.
----------------------------
=Examine Door=
Trucy:
Look! This door says
"Doctor's Office"!
Apollo:
Think this is the victim's
private office?
Trucy:
It's not locked...
Too bad.
Apollo:
Why "too bad"?
Trucy:
I like opening locks! It's
kind of a hobby of mine.
Trucy:
Like those little bike locks?
Don't even bother putting them
on when I'm around!
Apollo:
...That's probably not a hobby
you want to tell too many
people about.
*thump*
Trucy:
......!
Ah... Apollo! That sound...
It came from behind this door!
Apollo:
(...Someone's in there!)
Apollo:
L-Let's check it out, Trucy!
Apollo:
A break-in!
They left through that window!
Trucy:
Wait, Apollo! You're too late
to catch them now!
Apollo:
(That must be her experience
as a panty-snatcher chaser
talking.)
Apollo:
Well, we should tell the
police!
Trucy:
Let's check the room out,
first, Apollo!
Trucy:
If we call the police now,
we'll lose our chance!
Apollo:
Y-You're right.
(She's better at this than
I am!)
Trucy:
Well, one thing's for certain.
Trucy:
This clinic and our murder
case are looking pretty
related now!
=Examine Jars=
Apollo:
Whoa! What are those?
Apollo:
The wall is covered with
beakers...
Trucy:
Eeeeek! Something's moving
inside that one!
Trucy:
...You look, Apollo!
Apollo:
H-Hey, look yourself!
You can't... Oh.
Apollo:
...It's a goldfish.
Trucy:
Wow, they're all fish!
So many kinds!
Apollo:
(Whoever designed this had
a sick sense of humor...)
=Examine Plant=
Apollo:
This potted plant has seen
better days.
Apollo:
Hmm... That doesn't make
sense either.
Trucy:
What doesn't?
Apollo:
Normally, burglars are looking
for valuables, right?
Trucy:
That's true! That's what I
would do! If I were a burglar.
Apollo:
So why look under a potted
plant?
Trucy:
Maybe they were looking for
the key to the safe?
Apollo:
I've heard of people putting
their house keys under plants,
but the key to a safe...?
Trucy:
Then maybe the burglar was
looking for the house keys!
Apollo:
(This is getting nowhere
fast...)
=Examine Papers=
Apollo:
Books and papers are scattered
around the room.
Trucy:
Wow, what a mess. This is
worse than Daddy's room!
Trucy:
The burglar must have left in
a hurry.
Apollo:
Even the cup on the desk here
is lying on its side.
Apollo:
Huh? The juice that spilled
out of that cup... It's dry.
Trucy:
So, the messy one wasn't our
burglar just now!
Apollo:
Someone knocked this cup over
a while ago and left it.
=Examine Window=
Apollo:
The window is ajar.
Trucy:
That must be how our burglar
escaped!
Apollo:
I wonder who it was?
Trucy:
Maybe it was just a burglar
who happened to pick here?
Apollo:
Yeah, but there's a patrol
car sitting out front.
Apollo:
If I were a burglar, I'd come
back the next day at least.
Trucy:
I'd give it a month, myself.
Apollo:
(Whoever broke in obviously
needed to break in today.)
=Examine Lamp=
Trucy:
Kind of an expensive-looking
lamp, isn't it?
Trucy:
Hey... The bulb's broken.
Apollo:
Broken?
Don't you mean burned-out?
Trucy:
No. Our cat burglar must have
dropped it.
Apollo:
But why is it standing up on
the floor like that then?
Trucy:
Hey, look at the cord...
Apollo:
(Huh? There's a red splotch
on a part of the cord...)
Apollo:
You think that's... blood?
Trucy:
It's a little bright for
blood. Almost pinkish.
Apollo:
Something's definitely odd
about this lamp, that's for
sure.
** Lamp added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Lamp
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Meraktis Clinic - Office.
office with a broken bulb and
a red stain on the cord.
=Check -> Examine Bulb=
Apollo:
The bulb is broken.
It won't turn on.
Trucy:
Oh? How is it broken...?
Apollo:
Don't touch that. You'll
cut yourself.
Trucy:
Eeeek!
Apollo:
Yeah, yeah, fool me once,
shame on me, fool me twice...
Trucy:
M-My finger!
Apollo:
Ack! Y-You're bleeding!
Let me see that...
Apollo:
......
Wait.
Trucy:
...Magic blood! Tee hee!
Gotcha!
Apollo:
...Please don't do that again.
Apollo:
I have enough to worry about
without my co-workers injuring
themselves on the evidence.
----------------------------
=Examine Lamp (again)=
Apollo:
Kind of an expensive-looking
lamp. The bulb's broken.
Apollo:
(And here I thought light
bulbs were usually pretty
resilient little buggers.)
Trucy:
Maybe the burglar dropped it.
Apollo:
Funny that it's standing
upright on the floor then.
Trucy:
It's bit peculiar [sic], isn't
it...?
=Examine Safe=
Trucy:
What a cute little safe!
Apollo:
Hmm, looks like a four-digit
lock.
Trucy:
...!
Trucy:
Someone's already entered
in two numbers, Apollo!
Trucy:
7...9...
Wait, do you think...
Apollo:
...That burglar just now
was trying to open it!?
Apollo:
(I wonder what's inside
this safe...?)
Trucy:
Hmm, is there any way we can
figure out the last two
numbers?
Apollo:
Well, we know the first two
are 7 and 9...
Trucy:
Maybe there's something in
the Court Record?
Trucy:
Something that can help us
figureout the last two
numbers!
Apollo:
(Hmm, I wonder...)
[ No such luck ]
Apollo:
That would be a bit too
lucky, don't you think?
Trucy:
Well, I suppose...
Trucy:
If only there was something
that could finger which
buttons had been pressed!
Apollo:
(Something that could "finger
which buttons were pressed",
huh?)
Apollo:
(Maybe there is a way after
all...)
[ I've got just the thing! ]
Apollo:
Well, I have an idea...
Trucy:
I knew it, Apollo!
What is it?
Apollo:
(Well...)
Apollo:
(All we have to know is what
buttons have been pressed!)
Apollo:
We can use this to find out
what the next two numbers are!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Trucy:
...
I'm not sure how that's going
to help us.
Apollo:
(Neither am I, come to think
of it...)
Trucy:
If only there was something
that could finger which
buttons had been pressed!
Apollo:
(Something that could "finger"
which buttons were pressed",
huh?)
((Present Fingerprint Powder))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
...When you press the buttons,
you'd have to touch them...
Apollo:
...with your finger, right?
Trucy:
It would leave a print!
Apollo:
When you open a safe, you
don't press any other buttons
but the right ones, right?
Apollo:
So, if we can find the
buttons with fingerprints...
Trucy:
We'll have the safe code!
Trucy:
Not bad, Apollo!
Apollo:
Look! You can see the oily
finger residues clearly.
Apollo:
Look at 7 and 9...
Trucy:
These are glove marks. The
burglar must have been wearing
gloves.
Apollo:
Well, we might not be able to
identify the burglar, but we
can open this safe!
Apollo:
Let's give it a shot!
Apollo:
...It opened!
=Examine Chart=
Trucy:
This looks like... a medical
chart.
Trucy:
There's an X-ray in here with
it.
Apollo:
An X-ray...? Hmm, can't make
heads or tails of it.
Apollo:
And I can't read the chart
either, it's all in medical-
speak.
Trucy:
But, the names are easy enough
to read. Look, by "Patient" it
says... "Wocky Kitaki"!
Trucy:
So this is Wocky... our
client's chart, huh.
Apollo:
Why would this one chart be
here in this safe...?
Apollo:
Let's see, the physician's
signature says "Pal Meraktis".
Apollo:
Eh...
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Look here where it says who
filed the chart...
Trucy:
Let's see... "Nurse Alita
Tiala"...!
Apollo:
Alita Tialita is Wocky's
fiancée!
Trucy:
That's one "ita" too many,
Apololo!
Apollo:
Never mind that, what's her
name doing here!?
Trucy:
How should I know?
Trucy:
Though... I guess it means
she's on staff at this
clinic?
Apollo:
Odd that she neglected to
mention this before now...
Trucy:
I'm sure she had her reasons.
Apollo:
(So Alita Tiala worked at the
Meraktis Clinic...)
Apollo:
(And hse had access to Wocki
Kitaky's medical chart!)
Trucy:
You got the "I" and "Y" wrong,
Appolo!
Apollo:
I'd be very interested to find
out what this chart says.
Apollo:
(Who could help us decipher
this...?)
** Wocky's Chart added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Wocky's Chart
Type: Documents
Retrieved from
Meraktis Clinic - Office
safe. Signed by nurse Alita
Tiala.
----------------------------
=Examine Chart (again)=

Apollo:
(Wocky's medical chart was
hidden inside a safe...)
Apollo:
(And Alita Tiala was the one
who filed it.)
Apollo:
We have to figure out what
this chart says.
Apollo:
(I wonder if there's anyone
who can help us decipher it?)
=Examine Bullet Hole=
Apollo:
This looks like a bullet hole!
Trucy:
Hmm, you can still see the
bullet sticking out of it.
Apollo:
Why is it in the middle of
a safe?
Trucy:
Hey, the bullet came out!
The tip is all squished.
Apollo:
Not surprising given that it
was fired into a metal safe.
Apollo:
(This bullet's got a story
behind it, that's for sure.)
** Bullet added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Bullet
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Meraktis Clinic - Office
safe. Squished from impact
with the back of the safe.
=Check -> Examine Tip=
Trucy:
Wow!
It's all mushed!
Apollo:
That was one tough safe.
Trucy:
You know, it looks kinda
yummy.
Apollo:
...Huh?
Trucy:
...Like ice cream! Mmm-mmm!
Caramel!
Apollo:
You certainly have an active
imagination, Trucy.
----------------------------
=Examine Bullet Hole (again)=
Apollo:
(A bullet hole remains in the
back wall of the safe.)
Apollo:
(Now why would someone shoot
a bullet into a safe?)
=Move -> Meraktis Clinic=
=Examine Door=
Apollo:
A plate on this door reads
"Doctor's Office".
Trucy:
That was pretty intense,
wasn't it!?
Apollo:
If we'd gone in there one
second earlier, we might have
met the burglar!
Trucy:
But, Apollo...
Trucy:
What would we have said if
we did see them?
Trucy:
We can't exactly shout out
"Hey! Who are you!?"
Apollo:
...
It does lack a certain punch.
Trucy:
Let's think of something
cool to say for the next time
we do meet a burglar!
=Examine Sandals=
Apollo:
A pair of sandals in a
deserted clinic...
Trucy:
It's a little scary... when
you stop to think about it.
Trucy:
And how did the lady go home
without her sandals?
Apollo:
Hmm...
Apollo:
Maybe her operation here
was to add wings, and she
flew home?
Trucy:
Oh, I've heard of those!
Surgical enhancements, right?
Apollo:
(Surgical enhancements are for
a different part of the body,
and, I was kidding...)
---
June 16
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---
Trucy:
Well, the time of the decision
is upon us!
Trucy:
Which one of our two jailbirds
do we want to talk to?
Guard:
Excuse me!
Guard:
Both detainees are currently
in questioning to corroborate
their accounts.
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler and Wocky?
Both of them?
Apollo:
(I pity the questioner...)
Trucy:
I guess we'll be back then!
Ema:
I know that face.
Ema:
That's the face of someone
who's made... a discovery!
Trucy:
Hey, how did you know?
Ema:
You can't fool someone trained
in the ways of science!
Apollo:
(Next she'll have us analyzing
face prints...)
Trucy:
Let's ask Detective Skye to
help us, Apollo!
=Talk -> Another shoe print=
Apollo:
give it another shot?
Ema:
I wish there were more
prints to analyze... *sniffle*
Ema:
I know! Quick! Step in that
mud over there!
Apollo:
Uh, I don't think analyzing
my footprint is going to do
us much good.
Ema:
*sigh* I would have had fun.
=Present Wocky's Chart=
Trucy:
Detective Skye, I was
wondering about this...
Apollo:
Ack, Trucy! Wait!
Trucy:
What?
Apollo:
That's vital evidence there.
You can't show her that!
Apollo:
That's our secret weapon
in tomorrow's trial for sure!
Trucy:
Ooh! Clever, Apollo!
Ema:
...What did I tell you before?
Ema:
If you're going to talk behind
someone's back, do it quietly.
=Present Lamp=
Apollo:
Say, could you take a look
at this lamp?
Ema:
Hmm. The bulb's broken.
Apollo:
Right. Strange, isn't it?
Ema:
Really? I break bulbs all
the time.
Ema:
My desk is a mess and my lamp
is always falling over.
...Not too bright, huh?
Apollo:
(Ouch...)
Trucy:
I still think it's kind of
odd...
=Present Bullet=
Trucy:
Detective Skye, I was
wondering about this...
Apollo:
Ack, Trucy! Wait!
Trucy:
What?
Apollo:
This bullet was inside the
safe, right?
Apollo:
That means the police don't
know about it yet!
Trucy:
Oh, right! We can use this
in the trial tomorrow!
Ema:
...Do I have to repeat myself
every time?
Ema:
If you're going to talk behind
someone's back, do so quietly!
=Present Sandals or Slippers=

((Presented Sandals))
Ema:
These sandals...
((Presented Slippers)
Ema:
Ah, the slippers...
Ema:
That's quite a clear print
there. ...A toe print.
Trucy:
Too bad we don't know whose
toe it is.
Ema:
Well, there is a way of
finding out, of course.
Apollo:
There is!? What?
Ema:
All you need is a sample of
the same toe print, off
another shoe, for instance.
Apollo:
Oh, right. So if the prints
matched, you'd know the same
person wore both.
Apollo:
(Hmm. Do I have another shoe
worn by the same person?)
[ No such luck ]
Apollo:
No... I can't think of
anything I might have with
a toe print on it.
Ema:
Ah well, it was too much to
hope for, I suppose. Let me
know if you find something.
Apollo:
(A toe print sample... Hmm.)
[ Got one right here ]
Apollo:
I think I just might,
actually.
Ema:
Really!?
Apollo:
(I'm beginning to suspect
something here...)
Apollo:
Detective Skye! Can you
compare this sample with
this other print?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Ema:
...
Ema:
I did say "toe print" sample,
didn't I?
Ema:
Where exactly is the toe
print on this evidence!?
Apollo:
(Oops. Stormy Skyes ahead...)
Ema:
Try again. Scientifically
this time, if you would.
Apollo:
(Hmm, a toe print. Right!)
((Present Slippers or Sandals)) (whichever you didn't

before)
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This pair of slippers/sandals,
toe print and all.
Ema:
Ooh! The print on these
is nice and clear, too.
That makes our job easy.
Apollo:
Can you analyze it for us?
Ema:
Of course! Hang on...
Ema:
Bingo!
Gosh, I'm good.
Apollo:
(Hey, we were the ones who
found the prints...)
Ema:
A perfect match!
Ema:
The same person wore these
sandals and slippers!
Apollo:
I was afraid of that...
Ema:
All you have to do is find out
who these sandals belong to!
Ema:
Or... do you already know?
Apollo:
I... can't say. Not yet.
Apollo:
(Well, that's one big step
closer...)
Apollo:
(...to the truth!)
=Present Slippers or Sandals (again)=
Ema:
Well, if the prints on these
slippers and these sandals
match, which they do...
Ema:
...it means that the same
person was wearing them.
Trucy:
You know, I thought that's
what it might mean!
Trucy:
Science is amazing!
Ema:
It is, isn't it!? I've never
felt so alive!
Apollo:
(I don't know about science,
but this is a major lead!)
----------------------------
Slippers
Type: Other
Retrieved from the
Apollo:
The toe prints match...
Apollo:
Which means the sandals and
the slippers were worn by
the same person.
Apollo:
And the slippers are from the
Meraktis Clinic. These have to
be connected to the crime!
----------------------------
Sandals
Type: Other
Clinic - Reception
Women's sandals found in the
Apollo:
The toe prints match...
Apollo:
Which means the sandals and
the slippers were worn by
the same person.
Apollo:
If only we knew who these
sandals belonged to...
----------------------------
---
June 16
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---
Wocky:
Don't cry angel, Daddy's
back and Daddy's...
Wocky:
...Oh.
You again.
Apollo:
Do you always have to announce
your entrances like that?
Wocky:
Man, my old man, he...
Man!
Wocky:
Now I'm all in a funk, and
it's his fault.
Apollo:
(One can only assume that his
father tried to teach him a
lesson. And failed, clearly.)
Wocky:
You two got your work cut
out for you, straight up.
Wocky:
Course I don't care if they
lock me up. I'm ready to go!
Apollo:
(Some days, I wonder why
I do what I do.)
=Present Other=
Wocky:
...
Man... that is so far off the
hook, it's off the chain, G!
Apollo:
(He seems preoccupied with
something else...)
Wocky:
...Wonder how my Alita's
doing. Man, I miss her.
=Present Sandals=
Apollo:
Wocky... You don't happen to
recognize these, do you?
Wocky:
Hey! Sure I do!
Wocky:
I was the one who bought 'em
for her.
Trucy:
For... Ms. Tiala?
Wocky:
Yeah.
A birthday present.
Wocky:
She's got mad little feet.
Mad! So cute, man.
Trucy:
So these sandals are hers...
Apollo:
Yeah... I kinda had a feeling.
Wocky:
What's up with the
funky vibes?
Apollo:
(*sigh*...)
** Sandals updated in the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Alita's Sandals
Type: Other
Clinic - Reception.
Present from Wocky, found in
Apollo:
(If these sandals belong
to Ms. Tiala...)
Apollo:
(...then is this print hers,
too?)
Trucy:
Something wrong?
Apollo:
No... Nothing.
----------------------------
Wocky:
Huh? What's that? Some kinda
X-ray?
Wocky:
Wait...
Apollo:
That's right, Wocky.
It's yours.
Wocky:
Hey look, I don't smoke or
nothing. I'll live long,
right?
Trucy:
I don't think he gets it,
Apollo...
Apollo:
Ah, take a closer look.
Here, in particular...
Apollo:
...where it says "Nurse".
...It's signed "Alita Tiala".
Wocky:
...Huh. You lawyers do your
homework.
Trucy:
So, you met Ms. Tiala
when you...
Wocky:
Yeah, I met her at the clinic.
So?
Apollo:
Could you tell us a bit about
the circumstances of your
meeting?
Wocky:
Fine, fine! I'll tell you
how we met if you want to
know that bad.
=Talk -> Guilty verdict=
Wocky:
Hey man, you won't see me
bugging 'bout one or two
guilty charges.
Trucy:
But what if you're found
guilty of murder!?
Wocky:
Hey, it's all experience,
you feel me, shorty?
Like a badge of honor.
Wocky:
...They don't give the death
penalty, do they?
Trucy:
...You didn't really do it,
did you?
Wocky:
...
Wocky:
Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.
Apollo:
(If I've learned one thing
today... it's that "silence"
speaks louder than words.)
=Talk -> Your father=
Wocky:
Man, my old man is wack.
Disappointing, that's what
he is.
Trucy:
I heard he wants to leave
the mob?
Wocky:
Over my dead body!
Wocky:
I spend my life, trying to
keep it real, being an O.G.
and never stepping down.
Wocky:
Now my old man wants to go
soft? Fine, let him. Just
leave me out of it.
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
Wocky:
The day I get out of the
clink...
Wocky:
That's the day Alita and
I start the next generation
of the Kitaki Family.
Apollo:
(Please don't talk as though
it's assumed you're going to
jail... for my sake.)
=Talk -> Wocky & Alita=
Wocky:
'Bout half a year ago, I was
shot during a little turf war
with another family.
Wocky:
I was ready to die, sure.
Wocky:
But they came in and got me,
hauled me off to the doc's.
Trucy:
...The Meraktis Clinic?
Wocky:
That's where I met her.
My fallen angel...
Apollo:
You mean Alita Tiala?
Wocky:
She was scared of me at
first, turns out.
Wocky:
But you know what they say --
the bad guy always gets the
ladies.
Apollo:
Right...
Wocky:
She was done with that clinic
anyhow.
Wocky:
So I was like, I'll take you
on, woman!
Wocky:
Straight gangster style.
Guess what she said?
Trucy:
What did she say?
Wocky:
C'mon, give it some thought!
Wocky:
She said it real quiet-like,
on the down low, know what
I'm saying?
Wocky:
"I'll leave... if you'll marry
me."
Apollo:
So... that was the proposal?
Wocky:
You know it! An oath of love,
right there in the hospital
room.
Wocky:
Just like that, the op was
done, and we were outta there.
See ya later, bye!
Apollo:
Um, about that "op"...
Wocky:
Yeah. Didn't go so well after
all, did it?
Wocky:
I know about the report.
I know it's still in me.
=Talk -> Health check-up=
Trucy:
This health check-up was the
Boss's idea, you said?
Wocky:
Yeah. Can you imagine?
Wocky:
What's the point of living
healthy when you're a G,
you know what I'm saying?
Trucy:
But didn't you learn about
the bullet at that check-up?
Wocky:
Yeah...
Wocky:
That's when I knew that doctor
had to pay.
Wocky:
Figured I could get that cap
pulled after I got my revenge.
Wocky:
And hey, I'm still living
large now, aren't I?
Apollo:
Incidentally... had you ever
had a health check-up before?
Wocky:
Naw, my old man suddenly gets
this idea that we all gotta
get check-ups!
Wocky:
Guess he's getting old.
Older, I mean.
---
June 16
Eldoon's House
---
Trucy:
Mr. Eldoon! We've been looking
all over for you!
Guy:
What's the matter, Trucy-doll?
Trucy:
Apollo! Show him what we
found!
Trucy:
Nothing like expert advice!
Apollo:
(I... suppose he is a
doctor still...)
Guy:
...
*sniffle*
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon! Is everything OK?
Guy:
I'm just *sniffle* so happy!
Guy:
I just thought my doctor days
were gone for good. *sniffle*
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon...
Apollo:
Um, Mr. Eldoon, could you
take a look at this?
Guy:
Hrm? A medical chart?
Guy:
Hey, you shouldn't go around
taking these from clinics!
Guy:
...
Trucy:
Why the sudden silence,
Mr. Eldoon?
Guy:
What...?
What's going on here!?
Apollo:
That's what we want to know!
Apollo:
That chart belongs to my
client.
Trucy:
He's on trial... On suspicion
of murder.
Guy:
On trial! That's crazy!
Guy:
You can't put him on trial!
He's ABD!
Trucy:
...ABD?
Guy:
All but dead. He's knocking
on the Pearly Gates, and
someone's about to answer.
Apollo:
C-Can you tell us why?
Guy:
...
Guy:
Well, permit me to speak
as a surgeon...
Guy:
You listen up good now, son.
Apollo:
(No way... It's like he's
a completely different
person...)
=Present Anything (after chart)=
Apollo:
Um, Mr. Eldoon, could you
Guy:
You think we got time for
that? Well, we don't.
Guy:
You see me without my bowl
on, you're looking at a man
who means business.
Guy:
So stop beating around the
bush and get cutting!
Apollo:
(Better hear what he has to
say while he's in a talkative
mood...)
=Talk -> Wocky's chart=
Guy:
Well, according to this
chart... this "Wocky Kitaki"
feller's not doing so well.
Guy:
He's got a bullet right up
side his heart!
Apollo:
That's right.
Guy:
Yeah, but this chart talks
about the post-op...
Guy:
In other words, the operation
is already finished!
Guy:
...But you can still see that
bullet stuck in there.
Apollo:
Why would it still be in
there after the operation
to remove it?
Guy:
Well, 'bout the only reason
I can think of is, it was too
tricky to operate on.
Trucy:
What...?
Guy:
That bullet's snug as a bug
there next to the aorta, which
is connected to the heart.
Guy:
Heck, that scrap of metal's
just surrounded by blood
vessels. Kind of a miracle.
Guy:
Two millimeters to either side
and there'd be some serious
bleeding going on in there.
Guy:
Not something yer average
doc'd be eager to fiddle with.
Trucy:
Y-You mean...
Guy:
It took a miracle to get that
bullet stuck where it is.
Guy:
I'd take more than a miracle
to take it out. It'd take a
magician.
Apollo:
...
Trucy:
Um... I'm only up to making
rabbits disappear. I haven't
learned bullets yet.
Guy:
'Course with the heart pumping
and lungs working... That
bullet's on the move.
Guy:
I'd give him another half
a year, tops.
Apollo:
B-But Wocky's operation was
already a half-year ago!
Guy:
That's why I'm saying you're
outta time!
Guy:
This kid shouldn't be on
trial! He should be on an
operating table!
Apollo:
(Great... Just great...)
=Meraktis's dilemma=
Trucy:
How could Dr. Meraktis
do such a terrible thing?
Trucy:
How could he just leave that
bullet in there?
Guy:
I got a pretty good idea of
how he felt...
Guy:
An emergency operation... He's
got the kid's chest open on
the table.
Guy:
Then he finds that bullet...
That's despair right there,
Trucy-doll. Cold despair.
Trucy:
Despair...
Guy:
'Bout the only thing he could
do is sew the boy back up.
Guy:
He wasn't exactly in the
situation to go admitting
he couldn't take it out.
Trucy:
The Kitakis...
Guy:
You bet. This kid's their
only son, I hear.
Guy:
So, he skips the operation,
and Wocky's back on the street
living his life.
Guy:
'Course, it's only a matter
of time before his heart
hemorrhages and he drops cold.
Trucy:
How awful...!
Guy:
And which doctor would they
take him to? Meraktis.
Guy:
He's got enough ties to them,
he could probably cover up
the truth of what happened.
Trucy:
That's just horrible!
Trucy:
He left Wocky to die!
Guy:
There's a darkness in this
world, Trucy-doll. Waiting,
hungry.
Guy:
Compared to it, these gangs'
turf wars are like kid games.
Guy:
When you're up against real
evil...
Guy:
Well, it don't matter if
you're weak or strong.
It'll take you all the same.
Trucy:
...
Trucy:
You were a surgeon, right
Mr. Eldoon!?
Trucy:
You could operate on Wocky,
couldn't you!?
Guy:
...I wish.
Trucy:
What...?
Guy:
I'm afraid there ain't nobody
in the country that could.
Guy:
Maybe not even in the
world...
Trucy:
So... So Wocky...
Guy:
He's real lucky to be alive
even now.
Trucy:
No...!
Apollo:
There's one problem...
Trucy:
Apollo?
Apollo:
This chart... Look at the
"Nurse" section...
Apollo:
...Alita Tiala.
Trucy:
That's right! This operation
was how they met.
Apollo:
Yeah, the problem is, she
knew.
Apollo:
She knew about Wocky's
condition, guaranteed.
Trucy:
Ah...
Apollo:
Why didn't she ever tell him?
Guy:
...
Apollo:
(It doesn't make sense...)
Apollo:
(If she knew her patient
was in serious danger...)
Apollo:
(...you'd think she'd want to
get that second operation
before getting engaged!)
Trucy:
What was she thinking!?
Apollo?
Apollo:
(What were you thinking,
Alita Tiala...?)
To be continued.
============================
Episode 2
Turnabout Corner
Day 3: Trial -20301-
============================
---
June 17, 9:52 AM
District Court
---
Trucy:
This is it, the big day!
Did you get any sleep?
Apollo:
Yeah, I went to bed at
1:00 AM or so.
Trucy:
Oh? What time did you
wake up?
Apollo:
...3:00 AM.
Trucy:
That's only two hours,
Apollo...
Trucy:
But, at least you have me!
Trucy:
...And the Amazing Mr. Hat!
Mr. Hat:
Here's looking at you, kid.
???:
Good luck today, Apollo.
Apollo:
Th-That voice...
Phoenix:
Heya. Get any sleep?
Apollo:
...Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
I was going out of my mind
with boredom, so I signed
myself out earlier today.
Phoenix:
Somehow, that place makes fake
piano playing at the Indochine
pasta joint seem almost fun.
Trucy:
Daddy! Do you know who
Prosecutor Gavin's witness
is today?
Phoenix:
Take a guess!
Trucy:
Hmm... How about Little Plum?
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha! That Sherman tank
of a mom? Nope, guess again.
Trucy:
That's too bad. You know,
speaking of moms...
Trucy:
You need to find me a new
mommy one of these days,
Daddy!
Phoenix:
It's barely morning and you're
at it already, Trucy!
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(OK, see, this is why I don't
buy their "father-daughter"
relationship.)
Apollo:
So, Mr. Wright! Do you know
who the prosecution's witness
is?
Phoenix:
...Alita Tiala. Your client's
fiancée.
Apollo:
(She's going to be a
witness!?)
Trucy:
But that seems odd... Why
would she testify against
her own fiancé?
Phoenix:
You have to wonder what
Gavin's up to.
Apollo:
(Something's going down today,
that much is clear!)
Trucy:
Well, not to worry. I've
got my panties back.
Trucy:
If we can't find a killer,
I'll pull one out of there!
---
June 17, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 4
---
Judge:
the trial of Wocky Kitaki.
Apollo:
The defense is ready,
Your Honor.
Klavier:
...Prosecution is warmed up,
and it's a sold-out house.
Judge:
Very well, to recap...
Judge:
While yesterday's witness
seemed more guilty than any
other party...
Trucy:
Guilty of panty-snatching!
Judge:
We did find out one thing
for certain.
Judge:
There were three people in
the park at the time of the
murder:
Judge:
The witness, the victim, and
the defendant.
Klavier:
...Correct, Herr Judge.
And today, I'd like to do
something a little new age.
Klavier:
I'd like to look at this
horrible crime... from the
outside.
Apollo:
The "outside"...?
Klavier:
The acquisition of the
murder weapon... The
preparation for the act...
Klavier:
Our poor defendant told all,
you see.
Klavier:
...To his betrothed.
Judge:
His... bee trove?
Klavier:
...His fiancée, Herr Judge.
His partner for life... with
no chance for parole.
Judge:
Very well, you may show the
erm... "lucky" lady to the
stand.
Klavier:
...Your name and occupation,
Fräulein.
Alita:
Alita Tiala. My occupation...
is future wife.
Judge:
Ah, traditional values!
I respect that.
Judge:
Too many brides these days
can't even weave baskets
blindfolded... underwater.
Judge:
Yet you're here today as a
witness for the prosecution?
Alita:
To be honest, I didn't want to
testify at first.
Alita:
But... I couldn't hide the
truth.
Judge:
Hmm. Honesty! Another
admirable trait.
Klavier:
...Fräulein, is it true
that, on the day of the
crime...
Klavier:
...the defendant, Wocky
Kitaki confessed his plans?
Klavier:
His plans... for murder?
Alita:
...Yes.
Judge:
The witness will please give
her testimony to the court!
-- Wocky's Plan --
Alita:
It was the day that the
family health check-up
results came back.
Alita:
When Wocky found out that
Dr. Meraktis had lied, he
flew into a rage.
Alita:
"I'll teach him!" he said.
He took one of the Family's
pistols...
Alita:
...And, you already know what
happened that night.
Alita:
I... just don't see how anyone
but Wocky could have done it.
Judge:
So, the pistol did belong to
the Kitaki Family, then...
Klavier:
Yes. With regards to this,
an investigation is underway
at the Kitaki mansion...
Klavier:
...on charges of the
possession of illegal
firearms.
Judge:
And the bullet that took the
victim's life? Was it...
Klavier:
...Fired from the pistol the
defendant procured? Yes, this
has been proven.
Trucy:
How can you prove something
like that?
Apollo:
Bullets carry marks from the
barrel that fired them, called
"rifling marks".
Trucy:
Rifling marks...?
Klavier:
Think of them as being a gun's
fingerprint, left on every
bullet it fires.
Apollo:
And when did you first hear
about Wocky's plan?
Alita:
It was the day of the murder.
Alita:
I...
I should have stopped him!
Alita:
I just didn't think he would
actually do it!
Judge:
...Very well.
Judge:
cross-examination.
-- Wocky's Plan --
Alita:
It was the day that the
family health check-up
results came back.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
That was the day of the
murder, correct?
Alita:
Yes. Everyone in the Family
received their check-up
results that day.
Alita:
When Wocky looked at his,
his face went so pale...
Klavier:
But of course. He had just
found out he had a bullet
in his chest!
Apollo:
So, you were there at the
time?
Alita:
Yes...
Poor Wocky...
Alita:
When Wocky found out that
Dr. Meraktis had lied, he
flew into a rage.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
That must have been, um,
quite frightening.
Alita:
He was furious! He ripped
his report up into shreds...
Klavier:
Incidentally, I had to request
another copy to file as
evidence.
Klavier:
A bothersome chore, but
one I performed without
complaint.
Alita:
Wocky's at an age where he's
hard to control when he loses
his temper.
Alita:
Of course, that little bit
of instability is so cute!
Apollo:
(Great, now he sounds like
a psychopath...)
Alita:
"I'll teach him!" he said.
He took one of the Family's
pistols...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So, is it easy to take a
pistol out from the house?
Alita:
Not really, I think. There's
a system in place to limit
access.
Alita:
But Wocky's a special case,
being the next-in-line.
Klavier:
Perhaps his treatemnt was
a bit too special, ja?
Alita:
Well, maybe he is a bit
spoiled...
Alita:
I hear he got amazing presents
for his birthdays.
Alita:
Last year was a switchblade
made out of chewing gum and
a chocolate gravestone!
Apollo:
(Sounds like he has a taste
for sweets... and danger.)
Judge:
The point here being that
Wocky had access to a pistol.
Alita:
...And, you already know what
happened that night.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
"What happened"... meaning
the murder.
Alita:
I tried to stop him, I really
did!
Alita:
But Wocky wouldn't listen...
Klavier:
Our defendant was nothing
if not determined, it seems.
Judge;
The last thing you should do
is blame yourself, miss!
Alita:
I... just don't see how anyone
but Wocky could have done it.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
How can you say that for
certain? How!?
Alita:
Ah...
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Herr Forehead, you will
refrain from badgering the
Fräulein.
Klavier:
It was the defendant... erm,
Wocky, was it... who took
the pistol from his home.
Klavier:
We know this for a fact now.
Judge:
I suppose we do.
Klavier:
So, how could anyone else
have used this pistol to
shoot the victim?
Klavier:
They could not. Simple logic,
ja?
Judge:
...That does seem to be the
case.
Judge:
Does the defense have anything
to say regarding this point?
Apollo:
(Could someone else have
used that pistol...?)
[ Had to be Wocky ]
Apollo:
I'm sure there was another
person who could have used
that pistol...
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
I just can't think of who.
Klavier:
Of course. He was the only
one with access.
Apollo:
(Uh oh, this is bad if I leave
it like this...!)
Judge:
You may continue with the
cross-examination.
Apollo:
(Was there really no one else
with access to that pistol?)
Apollo:
(Someone else with Family
ties...?)
[ There was another ]
Apollo:
Based on your testimony, there
was clearly another...
Apollo:
One other person had access
to that pistol!
Klavier:
What's this...?
Judge:
Hmm... Interesting! Let's
ask the defense then...
Judge:
Tell the court who this other
person with access was!
((Present Big Wins or Plum))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Wh-What's this!?
Trucy:
Whaaaa--!
The Boss and his wife!?
Klavier:
Ah, an unexpected ploy.
Trucy:
Apollo!
That can't be right!
Trucy:
Why would they want to frame
their only son!?
Apollo:
Oh...
Judge:
On his parents' behalf, I'd
like to give you a penalty.
Apollo:
(Ugh...)
Judge:
Carry on, Mr. Justice.
((Present Other))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
......
Trucy:
...He's speechless, Apollo.
The judge is speechless.
Klavier:
Ah ha ha... Herr Forehead,
our judge is silent.
Klavier:
Perhaps you will permit me
to explain why?
Apollo:
N-No thanks, I think I know.
Judge:
Then you must have been
expecting this penalty.
Apollo:
(Yowch... That didn't go
so well...)
Trucy:
Poor Ms. Tiala... I can't
imagine what it would be
like to be in her position!
Apollo:
(...I'm a little more
concerned for her fiancé.)
Apollo:
(Why would she testify
against him like this...?)
((Present Alita Tiala))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Well, of course, I mean
you, Ms. Tiala.
Alita:
...!
M-Me...? But why...
Apollo:
You were quite clear when
you told the court:
Apollo:
You heard about the pistol
from the defendant on the day
of the murder.
Apollo:
In other words, you knew what
he was planning.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Let me get this straight...
Klavier:
You intend to tell us that
this lady stole the pistol
from her fiancé...
Klavier:
...and killed a man in cold
blood on his behalf?
Klavier:
I've heard of people doing
strange things for love, but
this...
Judge:
It does seem a bit...
unfathomable, to be sure.
Judge:
I'm all for romance, and
for supporting your partner
in life, to be sure.
Judge:
But I think I would hesitate
at murder!
Apollo:
(I'd hope you'd do more than
hesitate!)
Apollo:
But what if a different
connection could be proven?
Apollo:
A connection between the
witness and the victim?
Apollo:
We might find that she had
a personal motive beyond
wanting to help her fiancé.
Klavier:
Hmm, that would put things
in a slightly different light.
Klavier:
What possible connection are
you suggesting here?
Trucy:
You know what I'm starting
to think?
Trucy:
I'm starting to think that the
police never looked inside
that safe.
Apollo:
I have evidence showing a
connection between the witness
Ms. Tiala and the victim!
((Present Wrong))
Judge:
...
Judge:
I fail to see exactly what
sort of connection this shows.
Apollo:
Well, see, that's because...
(...there isn't one?)
Judge:
...I believe I understand.
Judge:
And I believe your wildly
wandering eyes deserve a
penalty.
Apollo:
(...One more try! I'll get
it this time!)
((Present Sandals))
Judge:
Why, those are... flip flops?
Apollo:
"Sandals", actually.
Apollo:
Ms. Tiala, do these look
familiar to you?
Alita:
...Should they?
Apollo:
I would think so.
Apollo:
These sandals were found in
the Meraktis Clinic lobby.
Judge:
You don't mean to say those
are the witness's sandals?
Alita:
He doesn't. Those sandals
could belong to anyone...
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
But the fact is that they
don't. They belong to you.
Apollo:
We found toe prints on
these sandals.
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
Requesting permission to match
the prints with the witness's
feet, Your Honor!
Judge;
Ms. Tiala, are those your
sandals!?
Alita:
......
Alita:
What if...
Alita:
What if my sandals were at
Alita:
So what?
Apollo:
...So what!?
Alita:
You know, I've just
remembered something.
Alita:
I hurt my hand a few days
ago, and visited that clinic.
Alita:
I must have forgotten them
then!
Judge:
Hmm... So you were there as
a patient?
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Nice try, Ms. Tiala.
Apollo:
But the defense is in
possession of evidence...
Apollo:
...that proves a connection
between you and that clinic!
Alita:
Wh-Whaat!?
Judge:
Evidence? Very well,
Mr. Justice...
Apollo:
The evidence that connects her
to the Meraktis Clinic is...!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
...
Well, I suppose I could see--
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Herr Forehead. This trail you
think you have found, it
doesn't lead to the truth.
Klavier:
Nor to a long career in the
legal profession, ja?
Apollo:
Gee, thanks.
Klavier:
Perhaps you will allow me
to do the honors?
Judge:
Hmm... Why not? It might be
nice for a change.
Klavier:
Most excellent...
Let's rock!
Apollo:
(I'll take the usual penalty
next time, thanks.)
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice.
Try again.
((Present Wocky's Chart))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
That looks like... a medical
chart?
Apollo:
Found inside a safe at the
Meraktis Clinic.
Apollo:
I'd like to draw the court's
attention to the names written
on the chart.
Judge:
...What!?
Judge:
Ms. Tiala! Whatever... Why
is your name on this chart!?
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
Well, care to explain the
meaning of this, Ms. Tiala?
Alita:
......
Alita:
I'm not sure what you mean
by "meaning", Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
...!
(Our warm little fiancée just
froze over!)
Alita:
I was on staff at that clinic
until half a year ago.
Alita:
It was boring.
So I quit.
Alita:
That's all.
Is there a problem with that?
Judge:
Ms. Tiala!
Judge:
You testified that you had
no connection to the victim!
Alita:
And I don't. Now.
Apollo:
"Now"...?
Alita:
I quit half a year ago, didn't
I? So there's no connection.
Alita:
Let me guess, you're the
kind of guy...
Alita:
...who can't rest until he
knows every last detail of
his girlfriend's past.
Alita:
Am I right?
Judge:
Th-That's not true at all!
Why, I...
Judge:
I embrace the ones I love,
past flaws and all, no matte--
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
"There's no connection now"
doesn't fly in a court of law.
Alita:
Doesn't... fly?
Apollo:
(She's one tough nut.)
Apollo:
(She probably feels right
at home with the Kitakis!)
Apollo:
You left your job at the
Meraktis Clinic, true...
Apollo:
But these sandals prove that
you remained connected!
Alita:
Ah...!
Alita:
W-Well, who knows? I'm sure
there are lots of people
with those sandals...
Klavier:
So sorry, Fräulein, but
your act isn't working.
Alita:
...!
Klavier:
Your moment of hesitation
just now cost you.
Alita:
Wh-What's with you? I thought
you were on my side!
Klavier:
I'm afraid there is no side
but that which the evidence
supports, Ms. Tiala.
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
That looks like... a medical
chart?
Apollo:
Found inside a safe at the
Meraktis Clinic.
Apollo:
I'd like to draw the court's
attention to the names written
on the chart.
Judge:
...What!?
Judge:
Ms. Tiala! Whatever... Why
is your name on this chart!?
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
Well, care to explain the
meaning of this, Ms. Tiala?
Alita:
......
Alita:
I'm not sure what you mean
by "meaning", Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
...!
(Our warm little fiancée just
froze over!)
Alita:
I was on staff at that clinic
until half a year ago.
Alita:
It was boring.
So I quit.
Alita:
That's all.
Is there a problem with that?
Judge:
Ms. Tiala!
Judge:
You testified that you had
no connection to the victim!
Alita:
And I don't. Now.
Apollo:
"Now"...?
Alita:
I quit half a year ago, didn't
I? So there's no connection.
Alita:
Let me guess, you're the
kind of guy...
Alita:
...who can't rest until he
knows every last detail of
his girlfriend's past.
Alita:
Am I right?
Judge:
Th-That's not true at all!
Why, I...
Judge:
I embrace the ones I love,
past flaws and all, no matte--
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
"There's no connection now"
doesn't fly in a court of law.
Alita:
Doesn't... fly?
Apollo:
(She's one tough nut.)
Apollo:
(She probably feels right
at home with the Kitakis!)
Apollo:
You left your job at the
Meraktis Clinic, true...
Apollo:
But you remained connected
somehow!
Judge:
Judge:
Show us evidence that proves
the witness is still connected
to the Meraktis Clinic!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
...
Well, I suppose I could see--
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Herr Forehead. This trail you
think you have found, it
doesn't lead to the truth.
Klavier:
Nor to a long career in the
legal profession, ja?
Apollo:
Gee, thanks.
Klavier:
Perhaps you will allow me
to do the honors?
Judge:
Hmm... Why not? It might be
nice for a change.
Klavier:
Most excellent...
Let's rock!
Apollo:
(I'll take the usual penalty
next time, thanks.)
Judge:
Try again.
((Present Sandals))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
These sandals were found in
the Meraktis Clinic lobby.
Apollo:
...They're yours, aren't they?
Alita:
Ah...!
Alita:
W-Well, who knows? I'm sure
there are lots of people
with those sandals...
Klavier:
So sorry, Fräulein, but
your act isn't working.
Alita:
...!
Klavier:
Your moment of hesitation
just now cost you.
Alita:
Wh-What's with you? I thought
you were on my side!
Klavier:
...Perhaps you are unaware
that toes leave "toe prints"?
Klavier:
A simple analysis of these
sandals will reveal all.
Alita:
...
Alita:
Well, now we see your true
colors.
Alita:
I was wrong to cooperate with
you from the beginning!
Alita:
I just wanted...
Alita:
I just wanted you to help get
Wocky back on the straight and
narrow.
Judge:
Hmm... This court thinks you
need to worry less about Wocky
and more about yourself.
Judge:
It sounds as though we need
to hear a bit more about your
story.
Apollo:
Your sandals were found in
the entrance to the clinic...
Apollo:
Which means you went there on
the day of the murder!
Alita:
Well, there's little point
in denying it.
Judge:
tell us about this visit.
Judge:
Why did you go to the Meraktis
Clinic that day?
-- The Meraktis Clinic --
Alita:
I did go to the clinic that
day. My first time in half a
year, since I quit in January.
Alita:
I went to warn him. After all,
I knew Wocky had the pistol.
Alita:
The doctor always was a timid
man... too timid to admit his
own mistake.
Alita:
Why else would I have gone?
I'm not hiding any dark
secrets.
Alita:
I wanted to tell him to be
careful, as an old friend.
Judge:
By "mistake", you mean...
Judge:
...the mistake we heard about
from the defendant?
Judge:
The botched operation?
Alita:
He was a timid, small man...
but I never wished him harm.
Alita:
I just thought I should
let him know, you know?
Judge:
Hmm... That does make sense.
Klavier:
Yes, but there is still one
thing which does not.
Judge:
What's that, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
The sandals left in the lobby,
of course.
Klavier:
We can assume she wore these
sandals to the clinic, ja?
Klavier:
Then why did she not wear
them home? If it were me,
I would have worn them home.
Judge:
I would have worn those
sandals home, too.
Klavier:
So, why were the sandals
left behind?
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
(Ack! He pointed out the
contradiction before me!)
Klavier:
...There's probably a good
explanation for this. Right,
Ms. Tiala?
Klavier:
...Say, for instance...
Klavier:
There happened to be a similar
pair of sandals there which
you wore home by mistake?
Alita:
...
Alita:
Actually, that's right. I'm
impressed, Mr. Gavin.
Klavier:
Oh, it is nothing. There is,
after all, no other possible
explanation. Ja, Forehead?
Apollo:
(Oh, what the...! No fair!)
Apollo:
(He's filling the holes in
her testimony...)
Judge:
cross-examination.
-- The Meraktis Clinic --
Alita:
I did go to the clinic that
day. My first time in half a
year, since I quit in January.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Around what time did you
go to the clinic?
Alita:
I don't remember exactly, but
it was after 9:30, I think.
Apollo:
And that was the first time
you had contacted Dr. Meraktis
in half a year?
Alita:
Of course it was.
Alita:
He wasn't the kind of boss
you made "friends" with.
Judge:
So, why did you go to the
clinic that day?
Alita:
I went to warn him. After all,
I knew Wocky had the pistol.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Did you want Dr. Meraktis to
run away?
Alita:
Well, after I failed to
stop Wocky...
Alita:
...I thought that was the
only other way to avoid the
problem.
Apollo:
Couldn't you have called?
Why go in person?
Alita:
I called several times that
evening, but no one was in.
Klavier:
The victim was busy driving
home until after 9:00 PM that
night, remember?
Klavier:
This was proven by this
mirror yesterday, ja?
Alita:
I thought if I warned him,
he would run away for sure.
Alita:
Knowing the doctor...
Alita:
The doctor always was a timid
man... too timid to admit his
own mistake.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You mean that act of
malpractice on Wocky, correct?
Alita:
If he had just told Wocky the
truth in the beginning, none
of this would have happened.
Judge:
True, that operation was the
start of this whole affair.
Alita:
Oh.
Of course, if he'd told him...
Alita:
...he might have been "erased"
by the Kitakis much earlier.
Judge:
A disturbing thought!
Klavier:
We know that the Meraktis
Clinic had ties to the
Kitaki Family.
Klavier:
He probably couldn't have
gone to the police, even if
he wanted to.
Alita:
That's why I knew I had to
warn him!
Alita:
Why else would I have gone?
I'm not hiding any dark
secrets.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
No "dark secrets", eh?
Alita:
What? Look at me however you
want, Mr. Justice, you won't
find a thing.
Apollo:
(She's hiding something,
I know it!)
Apollo:
(I must have some evidence
that proves it, too...)
Alita:
You're free to think whatever
you like.
Alita:
I went to that clinic with
only one thought in mind.
Alita:
I wanted to tell him to be
careful, as an old friend.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
But, then you'd be betraying
Wocky, wouldn't you?
Alita:
No, I did it for him, for us!
Klavier:
She went to warn him, so that
her fiancé would not have to
commit such a crime, ja?
Alita:
I didn't want them to take
my Wocky away...
Apollo:
(There's no way she went to
that clinic just to "warn"
him!)
Trucy:
Do you know why she went,
Apollo?
Apollo:
(Time to figure out what
really happened at that
clinic... and fast!)
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
This chart was found inside a
safe in the doctor's office.
Alita:
...Yes?
Apollo:
Why would this one chart be
in that safe?
Apollo:
Ms. Tiala, you know why it
was, don't you?
Alita:
...!
Judge:
Mind filling me in?
Apollo:
Dr. Meraktis didn't have the
leisure of making "mistakes".
Apollo:
That's why he wrote up a
false report, and kept the
truth locked away.
Klavier:
...Bad Herr Doktor.
Apollo:
And this is where you come
in, Ms. Tiala.
Alita:
...
Apollo:
The nurse who filed this
chart was you, which means...
Apollo:
...you knew about Wocky's
failed operation!
Judge:
Interesting...
Apollo:
You were in the same position
as Dr. Meraktis!
Apollo:
Kind of makes it hard to claim
"no connection", doesn't it?
Alita:
You're bold for a novice, I'll
give you that.
Apollo:
...!
Alita:
Mr. Justice, you must know
I was only a nurse.
Alita:
The doctor is responsible for
the chart's contents.
Judge:
Hmm... This chart business
seems to be quite important.
Judge:
Please amend your testimony
accordingly.
Alita:
Too bad, little attorney.
Apollo:
...!
Apollo:
(My bracelet's reacting
again!)
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
I felt my bracelet vibrate
just now...
Trucy:
Your bracelet...?
Apollo:
Just like yesterday.
Like you said!
When a witness is unsure of

something, their nervous
habit gives them away!
Trucy:
But... I can't see anything,
Apollo.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Apollo:
(Then what's my bracelet
reacting to?)
Trucy:
Wait, maybe...
Yes, that has to be it!
Apollo:
What has to be it?
Trucy:
Your senses, Apollo...
Trucy:
They must be sharper than
mine!
Apollo:
Huh...?
Trucy:
I can't see it, but you
can sense it!
Apollo:
I don't know about that,
Trucy! I don't have some kind
of special power or anything.
Trucy:
Listen to me, Apollo!
Trucy:
There's a weak point somewhere
in Ms. Tiala's testimony!
Trucy:
But we don't know what her
nervous habit is.
Apollo:
Well, then what do we do!?
Trucy:
You have to perceive it
yourself, Apollo! With your
eyes... and your senses!
Apollo:
(Then it's up to me and
my bracelet...)
Apollo:
(I don't know why, but the
bracelet helps.)
Apollo:
(Somehow, touching it helps
me focus.)
Apollo:
(Let's give it a shot and
bring down that testimony!)
Alita:
Why would I go to the clinic
now for a half-year-old chart?
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
But your signature was on
that chart.
Alita:
So? What does that have to
do with this case?
Alita:
If there was something in that
chart to make me look bad, I
would have dealt with it.
Alita:
The only one responsible for
that chart is the presiding
doctor... Dr. Meraktis.
Apollo:
(She's hiding something,
I can smell it...)
Apollo:
(And I bet she's got a habit
that gives it away!)
Apollo:
(I just have to focus to find
her nervous habit!)
Apollo:
(Maybe it's time to give my
bracelet a rub...)
((Perceive Wrong))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
Ms. Tiala! You're unsure
about something, aren't you?
Alita:
...Not as unsure as you are.
Trucy:
Wow, she sure showed you.
Apollo:
Grrr...!
Apollo:
(I've got to focus and find
her habit. Find that...)
Apollo:
(...and I'll find the weak
spot in her testimony!)
((Perceive Ring))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
Why go to the clinic for a
half-year-old chart now, you
ask?
Apollo:
But, you know why you would
go "now", don't you.
Alita:
I don't know what you're
talking about.
Apollo:
It was quite clear, Ms. Tiala.
You have a nervous habit.
Apollo:
The moment you said the word
"now"...
Apollo:
...you used your right thumb
to fiddled [sic] with your ring.
Alita:
Wh-What?
Apollo:
(She was unsure... I saw it!)
Apollo:
("Now"... That's the key
word!)
Apollo:
The chart wasn't a part of
your past...
Apollo:
It was a clear and present
threat!
Alita:
That's ridiculous, why if
that were the case...
Alita:
...I would have had six months
to do something about it!
Apollo:
Indeed.
Alita:
Eh...?
Apollo:
Which means something happened
quite recently...
Apollo:
Something to make that chart
a problem for you now.
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
(I've got her on the ropes
now, I can feel it!)
Apollo;
(Time to strike the killing
blow... with evidence!)
Apollo:
...Ms. Tiala. There's no
use trying to hide it.
Apollo:
The chart became a threat
to you now... because of this!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Alita:
...Because of what?
Apollo:
Um...
Alita:
The eyes of a hawk... and the
brain of a toad.
Apollo:
(Ribbit! I mean, ack! I can't
lose this now!)
Apollo:
(C'mon toad brain, one
more try!)
((Present Wocky's Check-Up Report))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
A health check-up report..
belonging to the defendant.
Apollo:
The Kitakis are trying to
get out of the business.
Apollo:
The health check-up this
month was their first ever...
Apollo:
...What did you think when
you heard about this?
Alita:
Eh? Oh, n-nothing. Why should
I think anything?
Apollo:
Oh? I would think you were
positively beside yourself.
Apollo:
Because you were afraid.
Apollo:
You knew what Wocky's chest
X-ray would reveal!
Alita:
...Urk!
Apollo:
A full half year had passed
since the operation. You
thought you were home free...
Apollo:
...when the chart came back
to haunt you!
Alita:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
That's all, Your Honor.
Judge:
......
Judge:
Wh-What just happened?
Judge:
Did... the witness just
admit to lying?
Alita:
...!
Klavier:
I sensed it.
Klavier:
There was a great "aura"
emanating from Herr Forehead.
Klavier:
...Very cool.
Klavier:
So, the lady was lying,
it seems.
Apollo:
That's correct.
Apollo:
She said she had no connection
to the Meraktis Clinic.
Apollo:
But her connection was deep
indeed... A bit too deep.
Apollo:
If the Kitakis got a hold of
this chart with her name...
Apollo:
...she'd be finished.
Isn't that right, Ms. Tiala?
Alita:
...
You guessed it.
Judge:
Order! Order!!!
Apollo:
(I-I did it! I broke her
testimony!)
Trucy:
Amazing, Apollo! I didn't
see it at all!
Trucy:
Daddy was right about you!
Alita:
Wait!
Apollo:
...!
Judge:
Ms. Tiala?
Alita:
It's true, that chart was
bad news for me.
Alita:
That's why I went to meet
the doctor that day!
Alita:
But that's all!
Alita:
I told him about Wocky
and went home!
Klavier:
...It appears this
cross-examination is far
from over.
Apollo:
Wh-Whaaaat!?
Klavier:
She hid the truth from us,
this is clear, yet...
Klavier:
It is not clear that this
truth has anything to do
with the case at hand!
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
add this to her testimony.
Judge:
And... we'll have a bit more
cross-examination.
Apollo:
(Grr! I was so close!)
Trucy:
You're still close!
Keep on her, Apollo!
Alita:
Nothing happened at all.
I warned him, and left.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
How did Dr. Meraktis respond
to the warning?
Alita:
Oh, he was quite surprised.
Panicky, even.
Alita:
Who wouldn't be scared to
learn a Kitaki was after them?
Judge:
Incidentally, this court is
not afraid of any mobsters!
Judge:
Why, we had a life-threatening
situation just yesterday right
here in this courtroom.
Apollo:
(Yeah, real impressive the way
you stood up to the attack of
the Amazing Mr. Hat, sir...)
Klavier:
...After which I carried you
back to your chambers.
Trucy:
...Sounds like the judge had
quite a fright.
Apollo:
("Nothing happened" in
Dr. Meraktis's office
that day, huh...)
Trucy:
But what about the mess
we found?
Trucy:
Something definitely happened
in that office, Apollo!
Apollo:
I know, I know...
Apollo:
But we can't prove "when" it
happened.
Apollo:
Nor that Alita Tiala was
in any way involved...
Trucy:
Well, let's try putting some
evidence up anyway!
((Present Bullet))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
You say "nothing happened"
in the doctor's office.
Apollo:
I disagree. Take a look at
this.
Alita:
What's that? It looks like a
squished-up ball of clay.
Alita:
Kind of like you, actually.
Apollo:
This bullet was found in the
Meraktis Clinic office.
Apollo:
Something did "happen" in
that office, Ms. Tiala!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Enough of this joking around.
The police investigated that
clinic.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Ah, but this was stuck inside
the doctor's safe.
Klavier:
Inside the safe...?
Trucy:
I guess the police didn't
check that far.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...But there is a problem.
Klavier:
How can you say that bullet
was fired on that day?
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Weren't you the one who
explained rifling marks to us?
Klavier:
...!
Apollo:
The pistol was taken from the
Kitaki Mansion that day.
Apollo:
If the marks on this bullet
match the murder weapon...
Apollo:
...then that proves a firearm
was discharged in that office
on the day of the murder!
Klavier:
...
Not bad, Herr Forehead.
Judge:
Bailiff! Have this bullet
analyzed immediately!
Thirty minutes later...

A report arrives:
"The rifling marks on both

bullets are identical."
Judge:
Well...
Judge:
It seems as though the bullet
in the safe was fired from
the murder weapon.
Klavier:
...
Judge:
Perahps the defense would like
to state their position?
Apollo:
...The bullet in that safe
proves one fact:
Apollo:
A pistol was fired in that
office on that day.
Apollo:
And at the time of the firing,
the safe was open.
Apollo:
The safe which contained
the top-secret chart.
Judge:
Do you think someone was
threatening Dr. Meraktis?
Judge:
In order to open the safe?
Apollo:
Only one person was in a
position to do such a thing.
Apollo:
Our witness, Alita Tiala!
Judge:
Judge:
Mr. Justice!
Where are you going with this?
Judge:
Are you accusing the witness!?
Apollo:
Alita Tiala knew about Wocky
Kitaki's botched operation!
Apollo:
She got engaged to him without
telling him about it!
Apollo:
As long as that bullet
remained in his chest, his
days were numbered.
Apollo:
What if she married him, and
then the bullet finally
reached its destination!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaaat!?
Klavier:
That reminds me.
Klavier:
Apparently, the Kitakis have
been asserting themselves in
lawful business practices...
Klavier:
They're making quite a great
deal of money... a fortune,
if you will.
Judge:
Nefarious! So she planned to
marry him just to get her
hands on this fortune?
???:
*OBJECTION!*
Wocky:
You keep talking trash
about my Alita...
Wocky:
...and I'll sue you,
lawyer-man!
Apollo:
...Huh? Me!?
Wocky:
Yeah! You said...
Wocky:
You said you'd...
You'd...
Wocky:
You'd abuse my Alita!
Apollo:
Um, I think you mean
"accuse"...!
Wocky:
Same difference! Well you
can't have her! She's mine!
Wocky:
It was me! I shot that
doctor! Me!
Wocky:
He left me to die, so I left
him to die, too, there in
that park!
Apollo:
W... Wocky!
Apollo:
Just cool down a second,
please!
Wocky:
You keep your hands off
my Alita! Or I'll...
???:
...Tee...
Alita:
Tee... hee hee ha ha ha ha!
Judge:
M... Ms. Tiala?
Alita:
I-I'm sorry.
I just...
Alita:
It's been so long since I've
laughed so hard.
Apollo:
Something funny?
Alita:
...Wocky.
Alita:
Wake up and smell reality!
Wocky:
A... Alita-baby?
Alita:
The signature on the chart,
the engagement...
Alita:
I mean, come on! It's so
obvious.
Alita:
Even for a brainless, spoiled
brat such as yourself.
Wocky:
Alita...
Klavier:
Your honesty is like a breath
of foul air, Fräulein.
Alita:
Hey, I wasn't getting out
of this clean, anyway.
Apollo:
So... The Family fortune is
what you're really after!
Alita:
That's right.
I wanted the money.
Wocky:
No way! That's wack!
I ain't trying to hear that!
Alita:
Should have done the wedding
earlier. Oh well.
Alita:
...By the way, can I ask you
a question?
Apollo:
Who, me?
Alita:
I believe you said you were
going to abuse me?
Apollo:
...Accuse.
Alita:
Of what crime, might I ask?
Apollo:
Huh?
Alita:
Oh, I'm a bad girl. Sure.
I got close to that brat
because I wanted his money.
Alita:
But he was the one with the
pistol.
Alita:
He could've fired it into the
safe after I'd already left
the clinic.
Apollo:
What...?
Alita:
I would never do a thing like
that. It was definitely that
silly brat.
Apollo:
Wait, but...
Trucy:
What are you talking about!?
Apollo:
T-Trucy...?
Trucy:
You had the most to lose if
that chart was found!
Alita:
...But I didn't have a pistol,
now did I?
Trucy:
W-Well, you could have taken
Wocky's!
Alita:
You'd think he'd have
mentioned that, no?
Alita:
All I've heard him say is,
"It was me! I shot him!"
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
That's only because he's
trying to protect you!
Klavier:
Sorry to intrude in this
lovely conversation...
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
But the two of you are
forgetting one critical point.
Trucy:
What... What point!?
Klavier:
Certainly, the Fräulein
wanted that chart.
Klavier:
You assume she threatened
the doctor into opening that
safe. But then...
Klavier:
...wouldn't she have taken
the chart?
Trucy:
Oh...
Klavier:
You see?
Klavier:
That chart wouldn't have
been left in that safe!
Trucy:
Ack!
Apollo:
(He... He's right!)
Judge:
...Ms. Tiala.
Alita:
...Yes?
Judge:
It is clear to this court
that you are not a very
good fiancée.
Alita:
Oh, I'm flattered.
Judge:
Perhaps it's time you told
us the truth?
Judge:
Tell us about yourself,
including your actions and
whereabouts on that day.
Judge: [sic, this is actually Apollo]

Don't forget!
Apollo:
We've proven that you were
at the Meraktis Clinic on
the day of the crime!
Alita:
......
-- The Meraktis Clinic 2 --
Alita:
Yes, I went to the clinic that
day to speak to the doctor.
Alita:
I wanted that chart, but I
failed to get it. So I went
back to the clinic later.
Alita:
In any case, I didn't shoot
him. You don't even have proof
I stole that pistol, do you.
Alita:
And that brat was spotted in
the park at the moment of the
crime!
Alita:
Frankly, I don't think it
matters if Dr. Meraktis was
shot in the temple or not.
Judge:
You went back "later"...?
Alita:
That chart was dangerous,
you understand.
Alita:
I needed to get rid of it,
that's why I went that day...
Klavier:
But you couldn't get the chart
then, could you?
Alita:
...And later that night,
Dr. Meraktis was shot.
Alita:
I heard about the shooting,
waited a day, but then I had
to go back...
Alita:
...No easy feat with the cops
all over the place.
Apollo:
...Ah! Th-That was you!?
*thump*
Trucy:
......!
Ah... Apollo! That sound...
It came from behind this door!
Apollo:
(...Someone's in there!)
Apollo:
A break-in!
They left through that window!
Apollo:
So you were the burglar...
Alita:
That was you two? If only
I had one more minute...
Alita:
...then I could have opened
that safe and gotten the
chart!
Judge:
What!? That's trespassing!
And brazen, at that!
Alita:
Oh, is this a trial for
trespassing now? Besides...
Alita:
You can't blame a girl for
wanting to protect herself...
Alita:
They are gangsters, you know.
Judge:
In any case, Mr. Justice, your
cross-examination!
Apollo:
(Admitting the little crime to
avoid the big one, eh?)
-- The Meraktis Clinic 2 --
Alita:
Yes, I went to the clinic that
day to speak to the doctor.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Why "that day"?
Alita:
That brat was uncontrollable.
He was ready to kill!
Alita:
And that would bring in the
police...
Alita:
And that chart would become
evidence...
Alita:
And I'd be hung out to dry...
*sniffle*
Trucy:
But the police didn't check
the safe, did they?
Apollo:
Well, they thought the crime
scene was the park.
Klavier:
I'll make sure the responsible
parties feel the heat...
Klavier:
Such sloppiness won't be
tolerated, ja?
Apollo:
(I'm kinda thankful for
that sloppiness myself,
actually...)
Alita:
I wanted that chart, but I
failed to get it. So I went
back to the clinic later.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
"Later"...?
Alita:
When I heard what happened,
well, I was too scared to
do anything that day.
Alita:
So I waited until the day
after... The 16th, was it?
Alita:
...Of course, you and that
meddling kid had to get in
my way.
Judge:
But why did Dr. Meraktis keep
that chart around?
Judge:
It was clearly dangerous for
him. He could have burned it.
Alita:
Because he's a coward.
Alita:
The chart was his insurance.
Judge:
Insurance...?
Alita:
My signature on that chart,
to be more specific.
Alita:
That made sure I couldn't
betray him.
Alita:
In any case, I didn't shoot
him. You don't even have proof
I stole that pistol, do you.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
But you could have stolen it!
Alita:
"Could have"? Is this some new
definition of proof?
Apollo:
We'll ask Wocky. He'll tell
us!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Might I remind you this is a
cross-examination?
Klavier:
You might want to keep your
baseless theories to yourself.
Apollo:
Mmmmmnk!
(He's right, isn't he...)
Alita:
And that brat was spotted in
the park at the moment of the
crime!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Y-Yeah, but...
Um...
Alita:
But what? You have nothing
to say. This case is over.
Alita:
It was over the moment that
brat was seen in the park!
Alita:
What's the point in dragging
it out any further?
Alita:
Frankly, I don't think it
matters if Dr. Meraktis was
shot in the temple or not.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
The doctor was shot in
the right temple, yes?
Alita:
So it seems.
Klavier:
...Let's review the facts
again, shall we?
Klavier:
If the killer shot from this
location...
Klavier:
...the bullet would've struck
our victim square in the
forehead.
Klavier:
However!
The entry wound...
Klavier:
...was in the right temple.
Judge:
Yes, we heard testimony on
this yesterday.
Judge:
At the time of the shooting,
the witness was standing here.
Judge:
Just before the gun was fired,
he shouted.
Judge:
The victim turned his head
to look... and was shot.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
But that testimony was proven
to be a lie!
Apollo:
Our egregious panty-snatcher,
Mr. Stickler, did witness the
crime...
Apollo:
But he was standing to the
north, next to the trash can
where he tossed those panties!
Apollo:
If Mr. Stickler shouted from
this location, the bullet
couldn't hit his right temple!
Alita:
Silly, silly attorney...
Apollo:
Wh-What...!?
Alita:
Do you remember what you had
for breakfast that morning?
Apollo:
...
Apollo:
Do you remember, Trucy?
Trucy:
I always have a glass of milk
for breakfast.
Alita:
What matters is one thing:
The doctor was shot in his
right temple.
Alita:
If that's the case, there can
only be one explanation!
Alita:
The panties guy was mistaken.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
But his location was proven!
Apollo:
You can't write that off as
him being "mistaken"!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Then why don't you show
us, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
Show you... what?
Klavier:
Must I explain everything?
Very well, let's recap:
Klavier:
If the witness, panties guy,
was standing to the north...
Klavier:
...then where was the shooter
standing?
Klavier:
From what location did the
killer shoot the victim?
Judge:
But wait! If the witness was
standing there...
Judge:
...how could anyone shoot the
victim in the right temple?
Klavier:
...Ah ha ha ha ha! I merely
laid out the facts for us.
Klavier:
It is up to the one possessing
the shiny forehead to show us.
Klavier:
...If you can, that is.
Apollo:
(Wocky Kitaki was standing at
the "Killer" mark...)
Apollo:
(Wesley Stickler at the
"Witness" mark...)
Apollo:
(And of course Pal Meraktis
was at the "Victim" mark...)
Judge:
has to say.
Judge:
Where was the killer standing
when they shot the victim?
[ At the "killer" mark ]
Apollo:
At the "killer" mark,
of course!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
In one fell swoop, we are back
where we were yesterday, ja?
Klavier:
How do you explain the wound
in the victim's right temple?
Apollo:
............
Uh, that is a problem,
isn't it?
Judge:
Thank you, Mr. Justice, for
pointing out the obvious!
Trucy:
That would make Wocky the
killer, Apollo! Geez!
Judge:
One more time, if you would.
[ At the "witness" mark ]
Apollo:
The killer was standing at
the "Witness" mark!
Judge:
That would explain the wound
in the victim's right temple.
Klavier:
So, once again, you are
accusing Wesley Stickler?
Klavier:
...As the murderer of Pal
Meraktis?
Apollo:
(I would be, wouldn't I...)
Alita:
Finally, a glimmer of sense.
Klavier:
Very well, Herr Forehead.
Show us proof!
Klavier:
Have you evidence that
incriminates Wesley Stickler?
Apollo:
(I guess he really is the most
likely suspect...)
Apollo:
(Do I have some evidence that
shows Mr. Stickler did it?)
((Present Anything))
Klavier:
.........
Judge:
Apparently, you lack this
promised evidence.
Apollo:
(Ugh... That wasn't it...)
Klavier:
You'll never succeed if your
base assumption is faulty.
Klavier:
Perhaps you should rethink
this from the top, ja?
Apollo:
(Maybe he's right...)
Klavier:
In fact, you may want to
rethink your choice of career.
Apollo:
(Hey, that was a bit uncalled
for, don't you think!?)
Apollo:
Your Honor, the defense would
like to reconsider!
Judge:
...Very well.
Judge:
This penalty should help keep
you on track.
[ Someplace else ]
Apollo:
As the facts stand now, we
can't explain this crime...
Apollo:
...without contradicting
ourselves at some point.
Apollo:
But I know why.
Apollo:
The real killer shot from an
entirely different location!
Alita:
I don't see any other place...
Judge:
Apparently, Mr. Justice does.
Judge:
...Let's hear it.
Judge:
Where in the park did the
killer shoot the victim from?
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
It's time to raise the roof!
...And the stakes.
Apollo:
Eh?
Klavier:
Penalties are such frightening
things, don't you think?
Klavier:
But what if they were a bit
more... terrifying?
Klavier:
...Like so.
Judge:
D-Double penalty?
Klavier:
Herr Forehead wishes to take
us in a new direction?
Klavier:
Then he must be ready for the
challenges ahead!
Apollo:
...Challenge accepted.
(It's Justice time!)
Trucy:
A-Are you sure, Apollo?
Apollo:
(The key is the witness,
Mr. Stickler's testimony!)
Apollo:
(If we believe that, and we
know where he stood...)
Apollo:
(...and the victim turned
when he shouted...)
Apollo:
(...there's only one place the
killer could have been!)
Apollo:
The killer shot the victim
from... here!
((Present somewhere on the right, but not

the noodle stand))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This is where the killer
shot from!
Judge:
Hmm. I hadn't thought of
that.
Apollo:
None of us did, Your Honor!
Klavier:
And this explains the wound
in the right temple how?
Apollo:
...
I hadn't thought of that.
Judge:
An amusing diversion,
Mr. Justice. Penalty.
Klavier:
Yes, amusing... like your
career, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(Fine, rub it in...)
Klavier:
Perhaps you would be so kind
as to try again?
((Present anywhere else))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This is where the killer
shot from!
Judge:
But then the killer couldn't
have shot his right temple.
Klavier:
So young, and already senile.
How unfortunate...
Judge:
I'll have you know I'm not
senile!
Judge:
Why I remember exactly what I
ate the morning of the crime!
Judge:
.......................
Judge:
Ahem!
Penalty!
Apollo:
(...No fair.)
Klavier:
You seem intent on digging
your own grave. Here, have
a shovel and try again.
Apollo:
(I think we're seeing her
true colors now...)
Trucy:
She's trying to push all the
blame on Wocky!
Trucy:
And she's getting away
with it!
Apollo:
(My bracelet didn't react
to anything this time...)
Apollo:
(I guess that means there's
nothing worth perceiving...
Time to get old school!)
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
I believe we all owe a debt
of gratitude...
Apollo:
...to Ms. Alita Tiala.
Alita:
Wh-What do you mean?
Apollo:
Thanks to you, we had a chance
to review the crime...
Apollo:
...and this time, we were
prepared.
Apollo:
We know that Wesley Stickler
was telling the truth!
Apollo:
We should have listened to
him from the beginning.
Apollo:
Wesley Stickler was standing
next to the trash can when he
saw the two men.
Apollo:
...He shouted, just as he
told us in his testimony.
Apollo:
...And the victim turned to
look in his direction.
Apollo:
A shot was fired! The victim
was hit in the right temple.
Judge:
Oh no...
Apollo:
Oh yes!
Apollo:
Which direction was his right
temple facing at that moment?
Apollo:
That's right!
Toward the noodle stand!
Judge:
Judge:
S-So you're saying...
Judge:
...the killer was inside the
noodle stand!?
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Let's think about this a
bit more, shall we?
Klavier:
You say the killer was "inside
the noodle stand".
Klavier:
Which would mean the victim,
Dr. Meraktis came to the
park...
Klavier:
...wheeling his own murderer
in the cart behind him!
Alita:
This is the most ridiculous
thing I've ever heard!
Alita:
I'd think you'd notice if you
were pulling someone along!
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
There's something we should
worry about before that!
Apollo:
Why was he pulling the noodle
stand in the first place!?
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Let's deal with our problems
one at a time, shall we?
Klavier:
Someone was hiding in the
stand...
Klavier:
We have not come this far
to talk about "possibilities".
Klavier:
...Let's talk about "proof",
baby.
Klavier:
someone was in that stand!
Apollo:
(Can I prove that...?)
Apollo:
You want evidence that someone
was in that stand...?
[ Well, too bad! ]
Apollo:
Well, too bad!
Klavier:
.........
Apollo:
...Kidding! Just kidding!
I've got it!
Apollo:
(...Whew, close one.)
Judge:
...Then let's see it.
[ Well, I've got it! ]
Apollo:
...I've got it right here.
Judge:
Intriguing!
Let's see what you've got.
Judge:
Show us proof that someone was
hiding in the noodle stand!
((Present Wrong))
Judge:
...
Judge:
Thoughts, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
We have a choice between
Heaven... or Hell.
Klavier:
Either our brains are damaged,
or Herr Forehead's is.
Klavier:
I wonder which it is?
Judge:
...This court finds
Mr. Justice's brain faulty.
Judge:
...By majority vote.
Apollo:
(Ugh... Time to pick something
else...)
Judge:
How about showing us the right
evidence this time?
((Present Slippers))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
"The Meraktis Clinic"...
And they're covered with
paint.
Apollo:
These slippers were found in
a trash can near the crime
scene.
Klavier:
And...?
Apollo:
A single slipper print was
found at the scene...
Apollo:
...Right next to the noodle
stand!
Alita:
Ack...!
Apollo:
Oh, and Ms. Tiala.
Apollo:
Your toe print was found in
the left slipper!
Alita:
Urk...!
Apollo:
In other words...
Apollo:
...this is proof you were
inside that noodle stand!
Alita:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Yet there was only one slipper
mark found at the scene...
Klavier:
...Can this be called a
footprint, in good faith?
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
...Observe the diagram!
Apollo:
A park pathway runs right
next to the slipper mark!
Apollo:
A slipper wouldn't leave a
trace on a cobblestone path!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Yet you still cannot say
this is a "footprint", ja?
Apollo:
Why not!?
Klavier:
You have an impression left
by a single slipper...
Klavier:
What if it was on the stand
and simply fell to the ground?
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
That's...
That's just dumb!
Klavier:
One more thing.
Klavier:
A noodle stand is typically
cluttered with the tools of
the noodle-making trade.
Klavier:
There's no room for a person
to ride in there!
Judge:
Hmm... You have a point.
Judge:
Could someone have hidden in
that stand?
Trucy:
Apollo! I think I might
be on to something!
Apollo:
...?
Trucy:
I think I've figured out one
of our pieces of evidence!
Trucy:
In order to make room in the
stand, some things would have
to be...
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
Do you have proof that someone
could have hidden in the
stand?
Apollo:
I can prove one thing.
Apollo:
Someone did scheme to clear
space in that stand!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
...
Judge:
I don't see how that evidence
relates to the matter at hand.
Apollo:
(Ack!
...That wasn't it.)
Apollo:
(Maybe if I submit another
piece of evidence while he's
thinking...)
Judge:
Stop right there!
Judge:
I think someone's "scheming"
to avoid a penalty.
Judge:
...We'll have none of that.
Apollo:
(Oops...)
Klavier:
Again, Mr. Justice, if you
would. Your evidence?
((Present Bowl))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This is a noodle bowl from
the stolen Eldoon's Noodles
noodle stand.
Judge:
Yes, and what about it?
Apollo:
We discovered a large quantity
of these bowls yesterday...
Apollo:
...in the lobby of the
Meraktis Clinic!
Alita:
...!
Judge:
A large quantity of noodle
bowls in the victim's clinic?
Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon was very clear
about those bowls.
Guy:
Well, I don't care who did it!
Without that stand, I'm
finished!
Guy:
All my noodle bowls were in
there, too.
Apollo:
Yet the bowls were removed!
Apollo:
That night, there was space
inside that noodle stand!
Apollo:
Space created at the
Meraktis Clinic, no less.
Apollo:
Right around the time that you
were there, Ms. Alita Tiala!
Alita:
Stoooooooooooop!
Alita:
I won't listen to any more of
these wild fantasies!
Alita:
No... not fantasies...
Alita:
They're worse lies than that
spoiled brat's pickup lines!
Judge:
I would like to remind the
witness of her current status.
Judge:
This court does not consider
you entirely innocent.
Alita:
Show me an innocent... I'll
show you a fairy tale.
Judge:
...In any case.
Judge:
The defense has, somehow,
made its point.
Judge:
The witness had both a motive
and an opportunity to kill
Dr. Meraktis.
Alita:
More fairy tales! This whole
trial is a fairy tale!
Judge:
Then please, pull us back down
to reality, Ms. Tiala.
Judge:
I'm giving you one last chance
to explain yourself.
Apollo:
(This is it!)
Apollo:
(Why was Dr. Meraktis pulling
that stand that night...?)
Apollo:
(...And what was Alita Tiala
doing inside it?)
Apollo:
(Time to get to the bottom of
this case!)
-- Tiala's Explanation --
Alita:
That night, I went to ask
Dr. Meraktis for the chart.
Alita:
I had no intention of ever
letting that chart fall into
the Kitaki Family's hands.
Alita:
But Dr. Meraktis didn't
understand...
Alita:
For some reason, he thought
the Kitakis had sent me!
Alita:
So I gave up and went home...
All I did was talk to him!
Apollo:
You knew about the botched
operation...
Apollo:
So you tried to get rid of
the chart, to save yourself!
Alita:
I won't make excuses.
Alita:
...And I did warn the good
doctor. I gave him a chance.
Alita:
I told him that brat got
his health check-up report.
Alita:
...And that he was coming to
settle the score.
Judge:
Hmm... I see.
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Justice, begin
your cross-examination.
Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor.
(This is the last testimony!)
Apollo:
(Either I perceive the truth,
or it's over!)
-- Tiala's Explanation --
Alita:
That night, I went to ask
Dr. Meraktis for the chart.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So, you did go to steal that
chart!
Alita:
Were you listening? I said
I "asked" him for it!
Judge:
The victim was a man in good
health... I don't see how she
could have coerced him.
Klavier:
True. It would have been
impossible without a pistol.
Apollo:
(But what if she did have a
pistol...?)
Alita:
I'll admit I wanted the chart.
That much is true.
Alita:
...My reason was simple.
Alita:
I had no intention of ever
letting that chart fall into
the Kitaki Family's hands.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
It certainly would have put a
damper on your wedding plans,
I'd say.
Alita:
Not only that. If the Kitakis
had gotten that chart...
Alita:
...I'd probably be with
Dr. Meraktis now, pulling that
great noodle stand in the sky.
Klavier:
It seems our witness was in a
fix as well.
Alita:
Who would want to die pulling
a noodle stand?
Trucy:
When I die, it will be by
disappearing mysteriously in
the middle of a magic act!
Apollo:
Could we be a little less
morbid!? Please!?
Alita:
So you see, I needed that
chart.
Alita:
But Dr. Meraktis didn't
understand...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
He didn't understand...?
Alita:
He wouldn't listen to a word
I was saying!
Alita:
The moment he saw me, he
started to tremble...
Alita:
Hah, I thought, what a sad
excuse for a man!
Apollo:
(Please don't smile like that
anymore... It's creepy.)
Alita:
He was practically delusional!
Alita:
For some reason, he thought
the Kitakis had sent me!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
They "sent you"?
Alita:
He thought the Kitakis had
sent me to get the chart.
Klavier:
It makes some sense. You are
their son's fiancée.
Alita:
Don't make me laugh!
The Kitakis? Send me?
They don't play that way.
Alita:
If they'd known about that
chart, they would have gone
in there with guns blazing.
Alita:
But I couldn't convince the
trembling doctor otherwise.
Alita:
So I gave up and went home...
All I did was talk to him!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
If that was really all that
happened...
Apollo:
...what were all those noodle
bowls doing there?
Alita:
How should I know?
Alita:
There weren't any bowls when
I went, I know that much!
Alita:
Why don't you let me be and
go look for your killer
someplace else, alright?
Apollo:
(Do I detect uncertainty
there...?)
((Perceive Wrong))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
...Gotcha, Ms. Tiala!!!
Alita:
I heard you just fine the
first time.
Alita:
What, I wasn't aware we were
playing paintball.
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
She's one cool cucumber, that
Alita.
Apollo:
(...Hmm. Maybe I spotted the
wrong spot.)
Apollo:
(But my bracelet reacted!
There must be something
in this testimony!)
Apollo:
(I'll find your weak spot,
Alita Tiala...)
Apollo:
(...This is my last chance!)
Trucy:
Apollo... any word from your
bracelet?
Apollo:
Yeah, actually...
(I felt it respond...!)
Trucy:
I couldn't see a thing!
Trucy:
It's up to you, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Time to perceive the truth!
...Here comes Justice!)
((Perceive Twitch))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
"All I did was talk"...
and lie.
Alita:
Wh-What? Show me proof!
Apollo:
(I'm pretty sure about this
one... I think I'm getting
the hang of this.)
Apollo:
(A little slip in confidence,
and they give it all away.)
Apollo:
The proof... is you,
Ms. Tiala.
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
"All I did was talk to him",
you claim...
Apollo:
Yet you can't hide your own
nervous twitch when you say
those words!
Alita:
My "twitch"? What are you
talking about!?
Apollo:
You have a habit of scratching
the area of your neck around
the edge of your scarf.
Alita:
Wha--!
Wh-Wh-What!?
Apollo:
(This is working better than
I'd hoped!)
Apollo:
(Her unconscious actions tell
the truth she won't say.)
Apollo:
(Habits and lies...
Two dots...)
Apollo:
(Connect the dots and find
the truth!)
Alita:
D-Don't look at me like that!
I t-told you the tr-truth...
Apollo:
It seems that when you recall
what really happened in that
office...
Apollo:
...you can't keep your hands
off your neck, can you?
Alita;
...!
Apollo:
(Hmm... It seems that
nervous habits...)
Apollo:
(...are unconscious reactions
that manifest when someone is
trying to hide something!)
Apollo:
You can't hide behind your
scarf, Ms. Tiala!
Apollo:
Something happened between
you and the victim in the
Meraktis Clinic office!
Alita:
...
Apollo:
And I've got proof that
shows exactly what happened!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Alita:
...I knew you were bluffing.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Alita:
I could tell by the way you
fondled your spiky hair!
Apollo:
(Ack! She found my habit!)
Apollo:
(I'd better rethink this...)
Apollo:
(OK, when we found the
Merakti Clinic office...)
Apollo:
(...there were signs of a
struggle, and a bullet in
the safe.)
Apollo:
(Ms. Tiala was willing to do
anything to get that chart.)
Apollo:
(So something happened... But
what?)
((Present Lamp))
Alita:
Wh-What's that...?
Apollo:
...You're touching your scarf
again.
Alita:
...!
Apollo:
...There's something unusual
about this lamp.
Apollo:
The bulb is broken... and
there's a red splotch on
the cord.
Alita:
Eh...
Apollo:
Seeing how you hide your
neck...
Apollo:
I think I can come up with
a plausible explanation for
the lamp's state.
Alita:
Well spit it out! This talking
in circles nonsense is
killing me!
Apollo:
Very well.
Apollo:
The answer is very simple.
Ms. Alita Tiala...
Apollo:
Please remove your scarf!
Alita:
!
...............
Alita:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
This is a trial to determine
what happened in that park.
Klavier:
Yet we seem to have drifted
off target.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
We'll find out soon enough
if we're drifting...
Apollo:
As soon as the witness removes
her scarf.
Alita:
I...
I won't do it!
Alita:
This is insane! I'm a...
an unrelated third party!
Alita:
You can't order me to remove
my clothing!
Judge:
...Ms. Tiala.
Judge:
I'm afraid you've forgotten
what's already been proven.
Alita:
What...?
Judge:
You're hardly "unrelated".
Judge:
...Please remove your scarf.
Alita:
No.
Noooooooooooo!
Apollo:
...I knew it.
Apollo:
So I was right, wasn't I,
Ms. Alita Tiala!
Judge:
Your neck... That isn't what
I think it is!?
Apollo:
Something did happen that
night at the Meraktis Clinic!
Apollo:
You needed to get that chart
back, no matter what it took.
Apollo:
Even if you had to steal your
fiancé's pistol to do it!
Judge:
B-But wait!
Judge:
Looking at this lamp, and
the witness's neck...
Judge:
It looks like the very
opposite happened!
Apollo:
Exactly.
Apollo:
The victim in the clinic
that night...
Apollo:
...was this witness!
Specifically...
Apollo:
...you tried to threaten
Dr. Meraktis and he attacked
you!
Apollo:
That's what happened that
night at the Meraktis Clinic!
Alita:
Urk......!!!
Alita:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Alita:
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek
Alita:
....................
....................
Judge:
Judge:
Will someone please tell me
what really happened!?
Alita:
I told you the truth already!
Alita:
I went to the clinic that
night to warn Dr. Meraktis!
Alita:
...That gangster knows
everything!
Alita:
He's coming for you!
Meraktis:
...Looks like my clinic's
seen its last patient.
Alita:
We have to get rid of that
chart!
Alita:
Quick, open your safe!
Give it to me!
Meraktis:
...So you can save your own
skin?
Alita:
What...?
Meraktis:
I know what you're up to. You
want in with the Family...
Meraktis:
And if they see that chart,
you're finished.
Alita:
......
Meraktis:
...Leaving me holding the
short straw.
Meraktis:
But if I'm going down... I'll
want some company. You!
Apollo:
And what happened next!?
Alita:
He jumped at me, and knocked
me to the floor!
Alita:
Then, he took that cord...
Alita:
...Pal Meraktis was serious.
Deadly serious.
Alita:
He really tried to strangle
me.
Alita:
I... I must have blacked out.
Judge:
So... you were the victim!
Klavier:
And the red splotch on the
cord... was your lipstick.
Alita:
I... I didn't want to remember
that night.
Alita:
That's why I didn't bring it
up.
Alita:
There... Are you happy now?
Apollo:
Eh...
Alita:
I was out cold, almost killed!
Alita:
And you claim I then snuck
into that noodle stand...
Alita:
But how could I!?
Apollo:
Aaaaaaack!
Judge:
Well, one thing is clear.
Judge:
We now know what really
happened at the Meraktis
Clinic.
Judge:
And it would seem that our
victim was not entirely
without blame himself!
Alita:
I... I'm sorry.
Alita:
I get so nervous just thinking
of it, it's hard to breathe.
Alita:
I've told you everything.
Can I go home now?
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
You bear some responsibility
for events that day, true.
Judge:
Yet, if you were also a
victim...
Judge:
...this court would owe you
some sympathy.
Judge:
...Well, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
I believe this clears up the
remaining questions for
Ms. Tiala.
Apollo:
(When did this happen!?)
Apollo:
(Suddenly, everyone's
sympathizing with her!)
Trucy:
I don't know what to think
anymore, Apollo...
Trucy:
I mean, is that it?
Trucy:
Do we know everything we need
to know about Ms. Tiala?
Judge:
Very well! This finishes the
cross-examination of this...
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Heh. Heh heh heh.
Klavier:
Not so fast. This party's
just getting started!
Klavier:
Now, we rock!
Apollo:
W-What!?
Klavier:
Those spikes on your head
are softer than they look...
Klavier:
Or do you not have the
stomach to go all the way?
Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin...?
Klavier:
Pak Meraktis choked Alita
Tiala...
Klavier:
...She fell unconscious.
Klavier:
But what happened next?
Trucy:
He's right! There is more
we don't know!
Apollo:
But... she was choked hard
enough to leave that mark!
Apollo:
She would have been out for
a while!
Trucy:
Even still, what if it was
her in that noodle stand!
Apollo:
...!
Apollo:
(Alita Tiala, half-dead...
Dr. Meraktis pulling that
stand...)
Apollo:
(And a bullet fired from
inside the noodle stand...)
Trucy:
What if it's all true!?
Trucy:
We might have already figured
out what truly happened that
night!
Apollo:
Ms. Alita Tiala, as you
can see...
Apollo:
...we're not through with
you just yet.
Alita:
...You really want to blame
me for this murder, don't you?
Alita:
You, too, "Prosecutor" Gavin.
Klavier:
Me? Fräulein, I only wish to
know the truth.
Apollo:
Well, let's go back over what
we've learned up till now.
Apollo:
On the day of the murder,
Wocky saw his check-up report.
Apollo:
...From which he learned about
the bullet still inside him.
ApollO:
So, he took a pistol from the
Family stash...
Apollo:
...with the intent to give
Dr. Meraktis some of "his own
medicine".
Trucy:
And Ms. Tiala heard about
this from Wocky.
Trucy:
So she went to the Meraktis
Clinic ahead of him!
Trucy:
...In order to get rid of the
chart with her signature!
Apollo:
But then...
something happened.
Alita:
...Sounds like you've figured
it all out.
Alita:
But remember, I was the
victim! I was out cold.
Apollo:
But, what about Dr. Meraktis?
Klavier:
That does seem to be the
problem...
Klavier:
He had just strangled Alita
Tiala, perhaps, he thought,
to death.
Klavier:
What did he do after his
crime?
Alita:
I was just knocked out!
Not dead!
Klavier:
From the state of his clinic,
and the scene in the park...
Klavier:
...I think it's clear what
the good doctor did next.
Klavier:
Well, Herr Forehead?
Care to guess?
Apollo:
...!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? What did
Dr. Meraktis do!?
Apollo:
(Maybe he did think he
killed Alita Tiala...)
Apollo:
(Do I have evidence to show
what he did next...?)
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This evidence shows what
he did next!
Judge:
...
Klavier:
...Shows what, Herr Forehead?
Judge:
Your smile has a sort of
sick desperation to it,
Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(What, this smile?)
Judge:
...Let's try again, shall we?
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
...As his next move,
Dr. Meraktis...
Apollo:
...stole Guy Eldoon's noodle
stand!
Alita:
What, "killing" me disturbed
him that much?
Alita:
So much he randomly stole a
noodle stand!?
Apollo:
It wasn't so "random".
Remember all the bowls in the
clinic's foyer?
Apollo:
Bowls that belonged inside
that stand? I think it's
pretty obvious, don't you?
Apollo:
That stand was at the clinic.
However, the question is why
did he remove the bowls?
Trucy:
Maybe... because the stand
was heavy?
Apollo:
Or he wanted to put something
in the stand in their place...
Judge:
Ah...
Judge:
Wait, you don't mean...!
Apollo:
I do.
Apollo:
Dr. Meraktis did replace those
bowls with something...
Apollo:
...your "corpse", Ms. Tiala!
Alita:
M-My "corpse"!?
Apollo:
Dr. Meraktis panicked. He
thought he'd killed you...
Klavier:
...His next move would be to
dispose of the body!
Alita:
Th-That's crazy talk! You're
all crazy!
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Then let's think about it...
logically.
Apollo:
The doctor had a place to
dispose of you in mind...
Apollo:
...But on the way there...
Apollo:
...who should he run into but
the defendant, Wocky Kitaki!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...I question your "logic".
Judge:
What's this, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
The park is a dead end.
Why would he head in that
direction to begin with?
Alita:
That's right! He had no
reason to go there!
...Oh, now I get it!
Alita:
It was a trick! That spoiled
brat made him do it! He made
the doctor steal the stand!
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Tell me... Why would someone
go to a "dead end"?
Apollo:
...Unless the park was his
destination!
Alita:
Wh-What...?
Judge:
Apparently, the defense has
an idea.
Judge:
Tell us where Dr. Meraktis was
heading with the stand!
Judge:
Here, please show us on this
diagram.
Judge:
To where exactly was the
victim dragging that stand?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The victim was heading here!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Ah yes, of course. There.
Klavier:
...Why?
Apollo:
............
Apollo:
I'm young, Your Honor.
I'm still making up my mind
about a lot of things.
Judge:
...Perhaps you should leave
the court until you grow up.
Apollo:
(...Ugh.)
((Present River))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
There? That's a... a river!
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor. I scarcely
need to explain why.
Klavier:
...A perfect place to dispose
of a body.
Alita:
H-He was going to throw me
into that river!?
Klavier:
He didn't have many other
options, Fräulein.
Alita:
...
Apollo:
I believe this clears up all
of the remaining questions.
Apollo:
The victim pulling the stand,
and the defendant before him.
Apollo:
...And inside the stand, you,
Ms. Alita Tiala.
Alita:
Urk...
Apollo:
And then, the denouement.
Apollo:
Wesley Stickler, of
panty-snatching fame,
walks up.
Apollo:
Seeing the two men, he shouts!
In that instant...
Alita:
So... I shot him?
Apollo:
You were the only one who
could have stolen Wocky's
pistol.
Apollo:
It had to be you!
Judge:
...Well, Ms. Tiala?
Alita:
......
Hmph.
Alita:
...Nice work.
Apollo:
...You mean, I'm right?
Alita:
I mean you've done a fine
job dreaming up a story...
Alita:
...to get that spoiled brat
off the hook!
Trucy:
You're the one who's dreaming!
Trucy:
Apollo's backed up everything
he's said with facts!
Trucy:
If you're so sure he's making
it up, give us another reason!
Trucy:
Why was Dr. Meraktis pulling
that stand through the park!?
Alita:
Who knows?
Alita:
But there's one gaping hole
in your logic.
Alita:
I think Mr. Gavin knows
whereof I speak!
Apollo:
Whereof what!?
Apollo:
(I can't believe she's still
trying to deny this!)
Judge:
Is this true, Prosecutor
Gavin?
Klavier:
...Must I always be the one
to point out Herr Forehead's
errors?
Apollo:
...!
(Ack, maybe there really
is something!)
Klavier:
I believe the Fräulein speaks
of... Herr Doktor's car.
Apollo:
His car...?
Alita:
That's right! The Meraktis
Clinic has that big garage!
Judge:
In which sat... a green
sports car, was it?
Alita:
Why would he steal the stand
in the first place!?
Alita:
If he wanted to carry a body,
he would have used the car!
Apollo:
Ack...!
Klavier:
And so we find our victim
without probable cause to
steal that stand...
Klavier:
...and our defense without
a case.
???:
*OBJECTION!*
Trucy:
Um... I have an idea!
Trucy:
You know that green car?
Trucy:
I bet it wouldn't run!
It was broken!
Klavier:
Ah, what an excellent
counter-argument, Fräulein.
Klavier:
Too bad you're quite wrong.
Trucy:
Eh...
Klavier:
Don't tell me you've forgotten
what happened to your daddy?
Trucy:
Daddy...?
Apollo:
Th-That's right...!
Apollo:
That night, the car that hit
Mr. Wright...
Apollo:
...was that green sports car!
Judge:
Oh, yes!
I-I'd nearly forgotten
about it!
Klavier:
Afterward, he drove it back
to that garage. It ran fine.
Alita:
...That's right.
Alita:
So why didn't he use his
beloved sports car, hmm?
Apollo:
Urk...!
Klavier:
A glaring contradiction, to
be sure.
Klavier:
More glaring than your
forehead.
Apollo:
No..
Nooooooooooooo!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
Why didn't Dr. Meraktis use
his car to carry the "body"?
Apollo:
Uh... Umm...
Klavier:
Is that a groan of surrender
I hear?
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
Some advice: Now's a good time
to review all you know.
Klavier:
...Everything you've learned
over the last two days.
Apollo:
(Everything I've learned...?)
Jduge:
Mr. Justice, this
contradiction casts doubt
on your entire case!
Judge:
This is truly your last
chance!
Judge:
The defense will explain to
us what happened that night!
[ Someone else stole the stand. ]
Apollo:
Actually... It was someone
else who stole that stand!
Judge:
B-But then why was the victim
pulling it!?
Apollo:
Well...
Um...
Apollo:
He would have had to steal
it from someone else!
Judge:
...
Judge:
We're back where we started,
Mr. Justice.
Klavier:
Without an explanation for
why he didn't use the car.
Judge:
I'll ask you again!
[ He carried the body in the car. ]
Apollo:
The victim... used the car
to carry the body!
Klavier:
Ah, so you're throwing out
everything you've proven up
until now?
Apollo:
Well, if the car wasn't
broken...
Klavier:
I admire your adaptability in
the face of impossible odds.
Klavier:
Yet this does not explain why
he was pulling that stand.
Apollo:
(What's going on...?)
Apollo:
(Is Prosecutor Gavin trying
to tell me something...?)
Judge:
Perhaps we need to ask you
again.
[ The car didn't run. ]
Apollo:
(I have an idea...)
Apollo:
(It's all coming together!)
Apollo:
...That night, Dr. Meraktis
couldn't use his car.
Alita:
Hah! Now you're making even
less sense than usual!
Apollo:
...Not according to my
information, Ms. Tiala.
Apollo:
Put one and one together, and
the explanation is simple!
Judge:
If it's so simple, perhaps you
can show us some evidence?
Judge:
Show us proof why the car
wouldn't run that night!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
This is proof of why the car
broke down that night!?
Judge:
Klavier:
Ah, it's proof of a
malfunction, alright.
Klavier:
...A malfunction in Herr
Forehead's brain.
Judge:
The court accepts this
evidence!
Apollo:
(Hah, hah, very funny, guys.)
Judge:
Mr. Justice! You will mend
your malfunction and present
evidence that makes sense!
((Present Panties)
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Let's see now...
Panties!? Again!?
Trucy:
All sorts of things come
out of my panties!
Trucy:
...Even the truth.
Alita:
...?
Apollo:
Another crime was committed
the night of the murder.
Apollo:
The theft of these panties!
The latest in a string of
similar thefts, actually.
Apollo:
But that night, the snatcher
was caught in the act!
Apollo:
A brave young girl chased
the thief until the hid...
Apollo:
...in the Meraktis Clinic
garage.
Alita:
Wh-Whaaat!?
Apollo:
The snatcher hid the panties
there before running...
Apollo:
...Perhaps someone in this
court remembers where he
hid them?
Judge:
Why... weren't they found in
the car's exhaust pipe?
Apollo:
...Exactly.
Apollo:
By the way, I learned
something yesterday...
Apollo:
...A very important piece
of information.
Apollo:
...And I learned it from you,
Prosecutor Gavin!
Trucy:
Um, so you were here
investigating?
Klavier:
And I was on my way home...
when my hog gave up the ghost.
Apollo:
Your hog...?
Klavier:
My motorcycle won't start.
A clogged exhaust pipe...
Trucy:
Too bad! It looks like such
a nice bike, too.
Trucy:
Hard to believe that it could
break just from that!
Klavier:
Cars, motorbikes, they're all
the same.
Klavier:
Clog the exhaust, and they
won't run.
Alita:
My, how interesting.
Apollo:
While Ms. Tiala and the
doctor were struggling...
Apollo:
...the panty-snatcher snuck
into the Meraktis garage.
Apollo:
From that time, until the time
we found these...
Apollo:
...that car wouldn't start.
Alita:
Wh...What...!?
Trucy:
That's why Dr. Meraktis had
to use the noodle stand!
Trucy:
It was the next closest thing
he could think of!
Apollo:
...Well, Ms. Tiala?
Apollo:
This wraps your doubts up
quite nicely, I think!
Alita:
...
So it does.
Alita:
(Where...)
Alita:
(Where am I...?)
Alita:
(So dark... Can't see...
...Cramped...!)
Alita:
(The pain...
my throat's burning...!)
Meraktis:
Wh-What's your problem!?
Wocky:
You, Doc! I know what you did!
Meraktis:
Ah...!
Alita:
(...Wocky?)
Wocky:
...You lied to me! So you
know what I'm gonna do?
Wocky:
I'm gonna give you a taste of
your own medicine, man!
Meraktis:
W-Wait!
Let me explain!
Wocky:
F-Fine. I'll give you your
last request.
Meraktis:
Listen, you're being tricked!
But not how you think!
Meraktis:
It's not just me...
Alita:
(No...!)
Alita:
(He'll ruin everything!
...I have to stop him!)
Stickler:
C-Cease this at once,
y-y-you two!
Alita:
Funny. This isn't the way
it was supposed to turn out.
Alita:
Oh well.
Too bad.
Judge:
There's still one mystery...
Judge:
How did you manage to
disappear from that stand?
Alita:
In the silence after the shot,
I heard the witness running...
Klavier:
I believe we heard as much
from Wesley Stickler.
Klavier:
He went to use a public phone
to inform the police.
Alita:
...Which is when I made my
escape.
Apollo:
...Which is when you left that
slipper print!
Alita:
Dr. Meraktis didn't bother
taking my slippers off.
Alita:
I threw them out after I
stepped in that paint, though.
Apollo:
...That was your mistake.
Alita:
No.
My biggest mistake...
Alita:
...was coming to you for
help, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
Eh...
Alita:
I believed in you!
Alita:
You and your "Anything
Agency"...
Alita:
If anyone would get Wocky
declared guilty it was you!
Apollo:
...
Judge:
I believe we've reached a
conclusion of sorts.
Judge:
...Prosecutor Gavin. How is
Ms. Alita Tiala doing?
Klavier:
She's confessed to everything.
We're processing her arrest
now.
Trucy:
Prosecutor Gavin sure seems
calm for someone who just
lost...
Apollo:
(I think he already knew...)
Apollo:
(He'd figured out she was the
killer a while ago...)
Klavier:
Some advice: Now's a good time
to review all you know.
Klavier:
...Everything you've learned
over the last two days.
Apollo:
(He lost... but I didn't
exactly win, either.)
Klavier:
...Hmm? Something the matter,
Herr Forehead?
Judge:
Looks like it's time to
announce a verdict...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
---
June 17, 4:12 PM
District Court
---
Trucy:
Great job, Apollo! You did it!
Apollo:
Yeah, we did, somehow...
Trucy:
Wocky's off the hook...
Trucy:
...free to become the gangster
he's always wanted to be!
Trucy:
And he has you to thank...
???:
Hey! Attorney-man!
Wocky:
You're gonna pay for what you
did to my Alita, homes!
Trucy:
...Or to blame, I guess.
Wocky:
You give my Alita back!
Wocky:
Stupid pointy-head attorney
with a death-wish!
???:
Enough, Wocky!
Apollo:
Ah! Mr. Kitaki...
Big Wins:
...It's high time you opened
your eyes, Wocky.
Wocky:
What do you know, old man!
Wocky:
I think it's 'bout time you
opened yours!
Wocky:
Givin' up the life, tryin' to
become some kinda businessman!
Big Wins:
Don't talk about what you
don't understand, Wocky!
Trucy:
...I'm afraid the guard is
going to throw them both out.
Apollo:
...If not in jail. Wouldn't
that be a happy ending.
Trucy:
Hey, maybe we can help them
out!
Trucy:
We know why Mr. Kitaki needs
to make so much money...
Maybe we should tell Wocky.
Trucy:
Oh, Wocky? Apollo has
something to tell you!
Apollo:
Huh? I do?
(Way to put me on the spot...)
WockY:
Eh? Whazzat?
Trucy:
Show him the reason why,
Apollo!
Apollo:
(Why is Mr. Kitaki trying to
become a business man...?)
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Wocky:
...Eh?
You're bugging.
Apollo:
(I think that means I messed
up...)
Big Wins:
Wocky, I don't care what
you think of me...
Big Wins:
But you should know how
your mother feels.
Trucy:
...Little Plum?
Apollo:
(What was that she said...?)
Plum:
of money right now.
Plum:
Apollo:
(Wait, could she mean...?)
Wocky:
Wh-What's this about, old man?
((Present Wocky's Chart or Check-Up Report))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Think about it, Wocky...
Apollo:
Think about your condition.
Wocky:
...!
Apollo:
I talked with your mother,
Little Plum, yesterday.
Plum:
of money right now.
Plum:
Wocky:
...She doesn't mean... You
aren't really... are you?
Big Wins:
...I searched the globe.
And I found one.
Big Wins:
A doctor who can take that
bullet out of you, Wocky.
Big Wins:
But it's an expensive
procedure.
Wocky:
M-Man! B-But you got plenty
of money already, don't you?
Big Wins:
I won't use it.
Wocky:
...!
Big Wins:
It was the gangster life that
did this to you, Wocky.
Big Wins:
...I want to help you, and
I want to do it clean.
Big Wins:
Please understand.
Wocky...
Wocky:
D-Dad...
Wocky:
M-Man, I see how it is, old
man! Always you looking out
for... out for...
Trucy:
Wocky...?
Wocky:
Listen good, old man!
One day... One day...
Wocky:
I'm gonna take you out! Then
we'll see who's the O.G.!
Wocky:
You try to hide in your
business suit, I'll find you!
Wocky:
Stupid ol' geezer!
Trucy:
My! Wocky!
Big Wins:
...No, it's as it should be.
Apollo:
Mr. Kitaki!
(I liked him more
without the puppy dog eyes.)
Big Wins:
I'm glad... to have met you.
I'm not so good with words...
Big Wins:
But I know a professional job
when I see one. Thank you.
Apollo:
Who? Me? I don't think...
Big Wins:
Someday...
Big Wins:
I'll bake you one of our
latest... The Kitaki Lime Pie.
Apollo:
(...He's opening a pie shop!?)
Big Wins:
...So long.
Apollo:
(And he was gone...)
Trucy:
Well, let's head back, Apollo!
Trucy:
To the Wright Anything Agency!
Apollo:
Hey, since when do I work
at your agency!?
Trucy:
Aw, we make a good team!
Trucy:
Don't just stand there,
let's get going!
Apollo:
(Huh... Why not. She did help
me out.)
Apollo:
(And there's a few questions
that still need answers...)
Apollo:
(Like this power of mine
that she showed me...)
Apollo:
(And my bracelet...)
Apollo:
(If anyone can help me figure
it out, it's her.)
Apollo:
(Though I can't say I care
much for what her father has
become...)
Trucy:
Oh, that's right! We have to
go someplace first!
Apollo:
Huh? Where?
Trucy:
Why, to claim our reward from
Mr. Eldoon!
Apollo:
...Ah, salty noodles. Right.
He got his stand back already?
Trucy:
Oh, and after that, you can
come see my show!
Trucy:
With a special appearance
by the Amazing Mr. Hat!
Mr. Hat:
Oh, it's special alright!
Apollo:
Please... anything but him.
THE END
============================
Episode 3
Turnabout Serenade
============================
Let's rock!!!
Klavier:
We love you!
Klavier:
Rock on, everyone!
This party's not over yet!
Klavier:
Get out your handkerchiefs for
our special guest!
Klavier:
That's right, baby!
Klavier:
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
---
---------
Profiles \
----------------------------
Phoenix Wright
Age: 33
Gender: Male
----------------------------
Trucy Wright
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Future star magician, and
Phoenix Wright's daughter.
Fond of her Mr. Hat trick.
----------------------------
Klavier Gavin
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Star prosecutor and
leader/vocalist for the
rock group, the Gavinners
----------------------------
Trucy:
This is so cool! Us, at a
Gavinners concert!
Apollo:
Huh? Did you say something?
My ears are still ringiing...
Apollo:
The Gavinners: putting the
"sick" back in "music".
Trucy:
Well, I thought Mr. Gavin
was really nice!
Trucy:
Sending us those tickets at
20% off!
Trucy:
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!
Trucy:
You know, like we're a couple
of VIPs.
Trucy:
I've always dreamed of being
a VIP at a Gavinners show!
Apollo:
Um, Trucy...
Apollo:
You didn't know who Prosecutor
Gavin was before that case.
Apollo:
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...
TrucY:
Klavier... What a lovely name!
He's so dreamy!
Trucy:
Yeah, but I'm a girl!
Trucy:
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!
Trucy:
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.
Apollo:
(Who would have imagined me
here...)
Apollo:
(...at a Gavinners concert,
watching Prosecutor Gavin
"rock".)
Apollo:
(To be honest...)
Apollo:
(...he was kind of cool.
And I'm kind of envious.)
Apollo:
(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?
Klavier:
...And we're almost ready for
our next act.
Klavier:
I'm looking forward to it
myself.
Trucy:
Lamiroir's singing, right!?
The "Siren of the Ballad"?
Apollo:
Oh yeah...
Apollo:
That flyer said she flew all
the way over for this show.
Klavier:
That's right. I happened to
catch her show while overseas.
Klavier:
Her voice... is divine.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
...Lamiroir's manager. And
her interpreter, incidentally.
LeTouse:
It is a great honor for us
to be here.
----------------------------
LeTouse
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Lamiroir's interpreter.
His first name is "Romein".
----------------------------
LeTouse:
And a great honor for Lamiroir
to be heard in this country.
???:
[symbols]
Apollo:
(That voice...)
Apollo:
(I wish I could understand
it... It's beautiful.)
???:
[symbols]
???:
[symbols]
Trucy:
Ooooh! It's Lamiroir! I'm
actually meeting Lamiroir!
Apollo:
(Lamiroir...
Mysterious songstress...)
Apollo:
(Her quiet, deep song glides
through the air...)
Apollo:
(Lilting above a sparse, but
elegant piano accompaniment.)
Apollo:
(Now this is music. She's a
real artist.)
Lamiroir:
[symbols]
----------------------------
Lamiroir
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Singer lauded as the "Siren
of the Ballad", from the tiny
country of Borginia.
----------------------------
LeTouse:
Lamiroir says...
LeTouse:
"We have long looked forward
to this joint performance."
Klavier:
Ah, Lamiroir...
Your voice...
Klavier:
...It is art.
Lamiroir:
[symbols]
LeTouse:
"Yet without his piano to
guide me..."
LeTouse:
"...it is but a voice."
???:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Apollo:
(I've seen this kid
somewhere before.)
Trucy:
He plays piano at all of
Lamiroir's concerts!
Trucy:
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.
LeTouse;
This is why he never strays
far from Lamiroir.
LeTouse:
They are always together.
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Apollo:
(They're like characters from
some fairy tale..)
----------------------------
Machi Tobaye
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Lamiroir's favorite pianist.
He is blind.
----------------------------
Trucy:
Lamiroir's so, um, what's
that word...
Trucy:
Exotic!
Trucy:
...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.
Klavier:
Even though her appearance
and voice are exotic...
Klavier:
...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.
Klavier:
"The Guitar's Serenade".
...I hope you enjoy it.
Trucy:
I can't wait!
Klavier:
...And now it is time.
Klavier:
For the next part, we're
giving the Gavinners's hard
rock a little rest.
Klavier:
Lamiroir, the stage is yours.
Lamiroir:
[symbols]
LeTouse:
The band members will not
play during Lamiroir's ballad.
LeTouse:
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.)
Apollo:
(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?
Trucy:
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!
Trucy:
What a production!
Apollo:
What a destruction.
Apollo:
(I don't think Prosecutor
Gavin was expecting it
either, oddly.)
Apollo:
(He looked as surprised as
I was.)
Trucy:
Is that what they call
"risking life and limb
for art"?
Trucy:
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!
Trucy:
There's twenty minutes till
the last part of the show!
Apollo:
How many breaks does this
band need?
---
July 7
---
Klavier:
What the heck was that!? I
was never consulted about it!
Staff:
S-Sorry, Mr. Gavin, sir!
Staff:
I've asked the man in
charge...
Klavier:
I play new rock, not Great
Balls of Fire!
Klavier:
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.
=Examine Plastic Stew=
Apollo:
Why is that plastic bowl of
stew sitting there?
Trucy:
Maybe they use it for
interrogating bad guys...
Trucy:
"'Fess up to what you did, and
we'll let you eat that stew!"
Apollo:
That's just mean.
Trucy:
It gets worse! See, if the
bad guy confesses, they say:
Trucy:
"OK, eat it... If you can!
See, it's made of plastic!"
Trucy:
It's like, you don't know
which ones are the real bad
guys!
Apollo:
I think you need to take a
deep breath, Trucy.
=Examine Postcards=
Trucy:
Look! It's a postcard of
Lamiroir!
Apollo:
What are these letters at the
bottom? I've never seen these
before.
Trucy:
It must be her native tongue,
Borginese!
Apollo:
Borginese, huh...?
** Postcard added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Postcard
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Gavinners's Dressing Room.
Lamiroir's own publicity
postcard. Touch the Check
Button for details.
----------------------------
=Examine Gloves=
Apollo:
Those are some pretty
heavy-duty gloves.
Apollo:
Maybe they have to carry
around hot pots or something?
Trucy:
They are a little thick.
Trucy:
I couldn't even stuff a
pigeon in those.
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
That's exactly what I was
thinking.
=Examine Red Badger=
Trucy:
That guitar! That's the
legendary AA-400! The
"Red Badger".
Apollo:
I thought rock was supposed to
be rebellious, not... civic.
Trucy:
Every aspiring guitarist wants
one of these!
Trucy:
They even paint their own
guitars to look like it.
Apollo:
Ah, the fickleness of youth.
Trucy:
You should dye your hair
"Badger Red", too!
Apollo:
I like my hair the way it is,
thank you very much.
Trucy:
Argh, the stubbornness of age!
=Examine Cruiser Guitar=
Trucy:
Ooh! A "Cruiser Guitar"! They
sold those to commemorate five
years of the band.
Apollo:
Rocking it hard... under the
speed limit.
Trucy:
There's a "Cruiser Bass", and
a "Cruiser Drum Set", and a
"Cruiser Keyboard"...
Trucy:
...Even a "Cruiser Whistle".
Apollo:
...I'm not so sure about that
last one.
Trucy:
It's for blowing the whistle
on criminals!
Apollo:
...I don't think that requires
an actual whistle, Trucy.
=Examine Lipstick=
Apollo:
Someone drew the Gavinners's
mark in lipstick here.
Trucy:
Lipstick... I'd like to wear
lipstick someday.
Apollo:
Oh? You don't use lipstick
yet, Trucy?
Trucy:
Daddy won't let me.
Trucy:
"Not until I learn to play
piano," he says.
Apollo:
You'll be waiting a long time
then, I'm afraid.
=Examine Chains=
Apollo:
This place is decorated like
a high-school dance.
Apollo:
Though I think our decorations
were paper, not... chains.
Trucy:
The Gavinners are into chains.
It's part of their image.
Apollo:
Huh, no kidding.
Trucy:
Ever since they used chains
on the cover art for "Gunna
Lock U Up".
Apollo:
They're really into the whole
police thing, aren't they.
Trucy:
It'd be cooler if they turned
that red light on.
Apollo:
...They don't have to turn
on the red light.
=Examine Uniform=
Apollo:
A police uniform hangs on the
stand here.
Trucy:
Ooh! I want to try it on!
Trucy:
"Nothing to see here, move
along."
Apollo:
...It's OK, you don't have to
go that far to be "special".
Apollo:
I mean, you're not exactly
the type who's "just another
face in the crowd".
Trucy:
Really? You think so?
Hmm... I guess you're right!
Apollo:
(...Now I feel like a meanie
for making that insinuation.)
=Examine Speaker=
Apollo;
That speaker looks familiar.
Trucy:
Oh?
Apollo:
Yeah, like the one for the
P.A. system back in school.
Trucy:
Oh, we have one of those in
my classroom, too!
Apollo:
(That's right, she's still in
junior high.)
Apollo:
(...I feel old.)
=Examine Poster=
Apollo:
What's a police recruitment
poster doing here?
Apollo:
"Rock on
...with the police."
Trucy:
Maybe they're trying to trick
kids into thinking the police
are some kind of band.
Apollo:
But that's just silly. Who'd
name a band the "police"?
=Move=
Trucy:
Apollo! Where do you think
you're going!?
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, I was just...
Trucy:
Let's talk to Mr. Gavin while
we have the chance!
Apollo:
(OK, I suppose...)
=Present Badge=
Klavier:
......
Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
Y-Yeah?
Klavier:
Understand that I am not
Prosecutor Gavin now. I am
lead vocal of the Gavinners.
Klavier:
That badge sings a different
song... on a different stage.
Apollo:
Right...
(I wish I had an alter-ego to
hide behind sometimes.)
=Present Postcard=
Apollo:
What are those postcards
there, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Eh? Lamiroir's, you mean?
It's part of her PR campaign.
Klavier:
I received a stack. You can
have one if you'd like.
Apollo:
...Ah, that's good to hear.
Apollo:
Trucy already swiped one,
is why.
Trucy:
Eh! B-But that...
But I...
Trucy:
...
Trucy:
What's the big idea!? Making
me look like a criminal...
Trucy:
It was... a collaboration!
I've always wanted to do a
collaboration!
Klavier:
Usually, a collaboration is
for creating, not stealing.
Apollo:
...Let the kid dream.
=Examine Postcards (again)=
Apollo:
It's a stack of Lamiroir's
postcards.
Apollo:
They have an air of mystery to
them that matches her voice.
=Talk -> The flaming guitar=
Trucy:
You mean, the guitar...
That wasn't part of the act?
Klavier:
Part of the act!?
Klavier:
Who'd burn up a guitar on
purpose!?
Trucy:
But, it worked really well
with the lyrics just then...
Trucy:
Klavier:
......
!
Klavier:
Wait, you think the audience
thought it was...?
Apollo:
(Sounds like he got lucky.)
Trucy:
They probably thought it was
part of the act.
Trucy:
At least, I did.
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
(He got lucky, and he didn't
realize it...)
Klavier:
A-Anyway, that guitar was
the Ferrari of guitars!
Klavier:
All the speed, all the sound
...and all the price.
Klavier:
If I burned one of those at
every show I'd go broke!
Apollo:
Unusually frugal for a rock
band.
Trucy:
Try saying that to Mr. Gavin.
Klavier:
Achtung! Today's been one
disaster after another...
Klavier:
My hog won't run, my guitar
case's broken...
Trucy:
Daddy told me there'd be days
like these.
=Talk -> Lamiroir's song=
Trucy:
W-Wasn't Lamiroir's song
incredible!?
Trucy:
You worked on it too, right,
Mr. Gavin?
Klavier:
Ah, yes, thanks. It was a
collaboration.
Klavier:
I wrote the lyrics and she
wrote the melody.
Trucy:
You know... I was surprised
she could sing in English...
Klavier:
I'm sure she practiced a long
time for this day. Ah, here.
Apollo:
What's this...?
Klavier:
A lyrics sheet. It's yours.
Klavier:
Signed by myself and Lamiroir.
Trucy:
Yippee! Thanks so much!
Apollo:
(All I ever get to sign are
client defense agreements.)
** Lyrics Sheet added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Lyrics Sheet
Type: Documents
Received from
Prosecutor Gavin
Contains the lyrics to
Lamiroir's ballad. Touch the
Check Button for details.
----------------------------
Klavier:
Almost time for the third
act of the night.
Trucy:
Oh! There's more?
Klavier:
Yes! Lamiroir's part is done.
Klavier:
Now it's time for us to
drop our groove again, ja?
Klavier:
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.
Apollo:
But the rest could use a
volume knob. Turned way down.
Trucy:
Ah, Apollo, you're getting
old!
Apollo:
Ack!
Apollo:
(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!)
=Examine Postcard= [if you didn't examine it with Trucy]
Apollo:
A postcard of Lamiroir...
Apollo:
I can't read a single word
of the sentence at the bottom.
Apollo:
Hmm. Trucy might want one
of these.
Apollo:
I'll show it to her next
time we're here.
=Examine Plastic Stew=
Apollo:
A delicious bowl of stew!
Apollo:
...Made of plastic.
Apollo:
Huh, the bottom of the bowl
has a "G" on it.
Apollo:
They sell these at concerts?
Whatever happened to T-shirts?
=Examine Gloves=
Apollo:
Thick leather gloves and
sunglasses...
Apollo:
Maybe I'll try these on...
Apollo:
...On second thought, no.
Apollo:
They might be evidence for
one of Prosecutor Gavin's
cases.
=Examine Red Badger=
Apollo:
That's an odd guitar.
Apollo:
The design is that character
I saw in the hallway, but
with sunglasses.
Apollo:
What a strange mascot. He
looks like he's crying.
Apollo:
Since when was rock about
crying?
Apollo:
...They should name this
guy "Emo".
=Examine Poster=
Apollo:
...That police officer looks
ready to rock.
Apollo:
Some kids must see this and
actually want to be cops.
Apollo:
Somehow I don't think a
rocking defense attorney
would work too well.
=Examine Speaker=
Apollo:
An old-fashioned speaker
hangs from the ceiling.
Apollo:
That must be to monitor what's
happening out on stage.
Apollo:
I think we had the same kind
for my school's P.A. system.
=Examine Uniform=
Apollo:
A police uniform. Next to it
is a policeman's hat, and
a pair of handcuffs.
Apollo:
One of the band members must
like the police. Must be
Mr. Gavin's "bad influence".
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
I thought rock 'n' roll was
all about being rebellious.
=Examine Chains=
Apollo:
Chains dangle from the
ceiling.
Apollo:
They aren't "glimmerous", but
I bet Detective Skye'd have
something to say about them.
=Examine Lipstick=
Apollo:
There's graffiti on the
mirror... in lipstick.
Apollo:
Wait, but the Gavinners are
all guys.
Apollo:
...Maybe Prosecutor Gavin
wears lipstick?
=Examine Cruiser Guitar=
Apollo:
That guitar looks like it was
made out of a cop car door.
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
That's right. Trucy's not
here to set me straight.
Apollo:
Now I feel kinda lonely.
=Move -> Backstage Hallway=
---
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.
Ema:
There's no need for titles
once you've shared a bottle
of fingerprinting powder!
----------------------------
Ema Skye
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Detective obsessed with
forensics. In charge of
the initial investigation.
----------------------------
Apollo:
That's a new one.
Apollo:
So, um, Ema, what are you
doing here?
Ema:
...Isn't it obvious?
I'm snacking.
Ema:
You think I want to be here!?
Ema:
Me, in charge of security in
this pit!?
Apollo:
Security...?
Did something happen?
Ema:
There's no knowing with that
glimmerous fop.
Ema:
Apparently, he's all upset
because something was stolen.
Ema:
He wanted security back here
during the concert.
Ema:
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.
Ema:
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?)
=Present Anything=
Apollo:
Ema, could you take a look
at this?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
Um... What do you think?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
(That must be a bottomless
bag of snacks.)
=Examine Earpiece=
Apollo:
What's this? Some kind of
headset earpiece?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
Why would someone leave this
in the hallway?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
Maybe Lamiroir's bodyguard
dropped it?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
Ema!
Apollo:
Will you stop eating those
snacks for one second and
listen!?
Ema:
Hah! If you think you're going
to pull me away from my snacks
just to hear you mumbling...
Ema:
...on and on about whatever,
you're going to be sorely
disappointed!
Apollo:
(...At least I got her to
stop munching.)
=Examine Badger Doll=
Apollo:
What's that odd looking doll
doing there?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH... oh, MUNCH,
that's the Blue MUNCH Badger.
Apollo:
Could you try either talking
or munching, but not both?
*ka-tonk*
Apollo:
(She hit me with a snack.)
Ema:
Serves me MUNCH right MUNCH
for going MUNCH out MUNCH
Ema:
of MUNCH my MUNCH way
MUNCH
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
(Sorry, I don't speak
Snackoos.)
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
=Examine Vending Machine=
Apollo:
Come to think of it, I am a
little thirsty.
Ema:
I'll have some tea.
Apollo:
......
I think I'll get a water.
Ema:
I'll have tea!
Apollo:
If you want tea so bad
go buy it yourself!
*ka-tonk*
Apollo:
(She Snackoo'd me.)
Ema:
I'll take a tea.
=Examine Poster=
Apollo:
A Gavinners "Guilty As
Charged" tour poster.
Ema:
They're plastered all over the
place. It's annoying.
Apollo:
Well, this is the concert
venue. It makes sense.
Ema:
Why? Everyone here is already
here! Why advertise to them?
Apollo:
People like to see the poster
at the concert... It's part
of the experience.
Ema:
Do you have to find fault with
everything I say?
*ka-tonk*
Apollo:
(She Snackoo'd me.)
=Examine Trunk=
Apollo:
That's a pretty sturdy-looking
box there.
Apollo:
Maybe it's an instrument case.
There's a guitar next to it.
Ema:
Don't even think about taking
that!
Apollo:
I don't think I could even
carry it...
*ka-tonk*
Apollo:
(She Snackoo'd me.)
=Examine Left Door=
Apollo:
That's Prosecutor Gavin's...
er, the Gavinners's dressing
room.
Ema:
Put so much as a hand on the
door and I'll Snackoo you.
Apollo:
Hold on!
Apollo:
But I just came out of there!
Ema:
Don't play smart with me!
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
=Talk (anything)=
Apollo:
Um... Ema?
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
(I've never seen someone eat
snacks with such vehemence.)
Apollo:
(Better give her a wide
berth...)
*ka-tonk*
Apollo:
(She Snackoo'd me.)
=Examine Right Door=
Apollo:
So this is Lamiroir's
dressing room.
Ema:
If you even think about
going in there, I'll--
...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.)
Apollo:
Aaack! That's--
Apollo:
(It's Lamiroir's manager!
Mister what's-his-name...)
Ema:
LeTouse!
Oh no...
Ema:
Hey, you!
Apollo:
M-Me?
Ema:
Watch this room for me.
I have to call for backup!
Apollo:
R-Right, understood.
Apollo:
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!)
Apollo:
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...?)
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse!
Apollo:
Yipes! Ema!?
(What was that!?)
Apollo:
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.
Ema:
Is Mr. LeTouse...
Ema:
...He's dead, isn't he?
That's terrible.
Apollo:
...!
(I lost him!)
Apollo:
(Romein LeTouse... shot.)
Apollo:
(And I heard his last
words...)
----------------------------
LeTouse
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Shot during the performance.
He died after leaving me
with his last words.
----------------------------
Apollo:
("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...
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
Oh, one other thing.
Klavier:
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 **
----------------------------
Investigation Request
Type: Documents
Received from
Prosecutor Gavin.
Information concerning the
crime to be restricted to
police and related parties.
=Check=
Investigation Request
To ensure the efficency and

secrecy of our investigation,
the bearer is hereby ordered
to speak to no one outside
the investigation concerning
any details of the case.
District Police Chief

----------------------------
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.
Klavier:
...She's in a foul mood
today.
Apollo:
(Gee, I wonder why...)
Apollo:
(We were all questioned as
witnesses...)
Apollo:
(...And now none of us can
go home.)
Apollo:
(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.
Apollo:
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.)
Apollo:
(She seems to have a very
loose idea of what it means
to be an "attorney".)
Apollo:
(Of course, that's not
surprising considering who
her father is...)
Trucy:
Apollo:
No...
Let's get cracking!
Apollo:
(I'm the only one who was
there...)
Apollo:
(The only one who heard
Mr. LeTouse's last words.)
LeTouse:
...si...si...ren...
Apollo:
(First order of business is to
find out what he meant by
"siren"!)
=Examine Earpiece=
Trucy:
What's that? It looks like
some kind of future-phone!
Apollo:
Not a phone, a transceiver.
Apollo:
It's called a "headset".
Trucy:
What's a headset doing on
the floor?
Trucy:
Wait! Do you think Mr. LeTouse
might have been wearing it?
Trucy:
Like one of those bodyguards?
Apollo:
Hmm. I don't think he was
wearing one when we first met.
Apollo:
(The L.E.D. on this thing
is lit. It must be on.)
=Examine Blue Badger=
Trucy:
That's the Blue Badger, the
police mascot!
Apollo:
Does the Blue Badger have
something to do with the band?
Trucy:
Well, yeah!
Trucy:
The Blue Badger is the
Gavinners's mascot, too!
Apollo:
Huh. Go figure.
Trucy:
I hear those thigns fly off
the shelves.
Apollo:
(I'll have to take a closer
look at one some day.)
=Examine Vending Machine=
Trucy:
I'm thirsty, Apollo!
Apollo:
...Want something to drink?
Trucy:
Hmm... How about... this one!
A Steel Samurai Soda!
Apollo:
("Now in Real Steel flavor.")
...Hmm.
Trucy:
Huh?
Apollo:
...Here, my treat.
Trucy:
Hey! This isn't enough change.
Apollo:
The machines outside are
cheaper. This one is
highway robbery.
=Examine Poster=
Apollo:
A concert poster for the
"Guilty as Charged" Tour.
Trucy:
I love that name! "Guilty As
Charged"!
Apollo:
...Seems kind of negative to
me.
Trucy:
Well, why don't we do the
opposite!
Trucy:
Magician Trucy presents the
"Innocent as Charged" tour!
Apollo:
It kind of loses its impact,
doesn't it?
=Examine Trunk=
Apollo:
Looks like an instrument case.
A big instrument case.
Trucy:
There's a great magic trick
you can do with one of these!
Apollo:
Huh? What kind?
Trucy:
The "Miraculous Beautiful Girl
Escapes the Case" illusion.
Apollo:
So it's the girl who's
miraculous, not the escape?
Trucy:
So picky!
=Examine Left Door=
Apollo:
That's the Gavinners's
dressing room.
Apollo:
The crime scene was Lamiroir's
dressing room...
Apollo:
...Next door.
Trucy:
Never know where clues might
be hiding, Apollo!
Trucy:
Let's case the joint!
Apollo:
(After you, Trucy, P.I.)
Apollo:
Lamiroir's dressing room...
Trucy:
The scene of the crime!
Apollo:
We're not supposed to go in
there.
Trucy:
But aren't we involved?
Trucy:
Aren't we duty-bound to
investigate!?
Apollo:
Sadly, no.
Apollo:
(Though, the situation being
what it is...)
Apollo:
(Now may be our best chance to
do some snooping...)
=Move -> Gavinners's Dressing Room=
---
July 7
---
Trucy:
Huh.
Looks like nobody's here.
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin's probably
busy with the case, too.
Apollo:
No rest for the wicked.
Trucy:
No rest for us, either,
Apollo!
Trucy:
Let's get rocking!
Rock, rock!
=Move -> The Stage=
---
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...
=Examine Computer=
Apollo:
Look at all these electronic
devices.
Apollo:
I'm guessing they have
something to do with sound.
Trucy:
Why guess when we can fiddle?
Hmm... let's see here...
Apollo:
Don't touch that!
Trucy:
A healthy curiosity is the key
to a good investigation!
Trucy:
When in doubt, fiddle! That's
what Daddy always says.
Apollo:
(They should require parental
testing, clearly...)
=Examine Piano=
Trucy:
Wow, that piano looks much
bigger close up!
Trucy:
Machi played so beautifully...
Apollo:
Yeah, like a real pianist.
Trucy:
That's just silly, Apollo!
Trucy:
How can you call someone as
good as Machi a "pianist"?
Trucy:
Why, that's like throwing him
in the same class as Daddy!
Apollo:
...Good thing Mr. Wright
didn't hear that one.
=Examine Stage=
Trucy:
What a big stage!
Trucy:
It's on a whole other scale
than the Wonder Bar!
Apollo:
The lights were so bright
I couldn't see the whole first
part of the concert.
Trucy:
I'd love to do my act on a
stage like this some day!
Apollo:
Just hold back on the lights,
for my eyes' sake, please.
Trucy:
You'll be too blinded by my
magic to worry about lights!
Apollo:
You probably don't want to
blind the audience if you plan
on showing them magic.
=Examine Bass Case=
Apollo:
Now that's a big instrument
case.
Trucy:
That's a case for a
contrabass, I think.
Apollo:
You could fit twenty violins
in there, I bet.
Trucy:
It may look like a violin, but
it's a completely different
instrument!
Apollo:
You could fit five Trucys in
there, I bet.
Trucy:
Hey! Are you comparing me to
an instrument?
Trucy:
Hmm. I wonder who left it
sitting open like that.
=Examine Ladder=
Apollo:
Look, a ladder.
Apollo:
I guess they need one to work
on the lights and such.
Trucy:
Why don't they use a
stepladder?
Trucy:
I prefer stepladders, really.
Trucy:
...Is that so wrong?
Apollo:
Not wrong, just... well, why
do you prefer stepladders?
Trucy:
......
Trucy:
They're so much more flexible
than plain old ladders!
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
(I prefer my ladders rigid
and stable, thank you.)
=Move -> Lamiroir's Dressing Room=
---
July 7
---
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?
Ema:
Shouldn't you wait until you
have a client...?
Apollo:
(LeTouse did tell me to ask
the witness, the siren...)
Apollo:
(...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!
Trucy:
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!)
Apollo:
(This bodes well. There are
clues here, I can feel it!)
Apollo:
(Leave no hanger unhung, no
spot unspotted!)
=Examine 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.
Ema:
Useful for knowing when your
set is coming up.
Apollo:
Yes, I seem to recall it being
loud and vaguely musical.
Apollo:
(It made it hard to hear
Mr. LeTouse's last words.)
=Examine Bullet Holes=
Trucy:
Are these... bullet holes?
Apollo:
Looks like it. There are two
here in the wall.
Ema:
From the look of it, the
victim was shot once in the
shoulder.
Ema:
The first shot must have
missed.
Trucy:
But there are two holes.
Wouldn't that mean two misses?
Ema:
The murder weapon is a
45-caliber revolver.
It's very powerful.
Ema:
I believe what we're seeing
here...
Ema:
...is the mark left by the
second bullet after it passed
through his shoulder!
Trucy:
Ouch... Sounds painful.
Apollo:
(No kidding. I wonder about
this murder weapon...)
=Examine Brooch=
Trucy:
Ooh, what a pretty brooch!
Oh, Ema...?
Ema:
You're not going to say, "Can
I have it, please," are you?
Trucy:
Oh.
Ema:
Look you may be a cute little
girl of fifteen...
Ema:
...but that doesn't get you
any special treatment with me!
Trucy:
Oh...
Apollo:
It's not healthy to envy the
young, Ema.
Ema:
It's not about envy! It's
about tampering with evidence!
Apollo:
(Note to self: Ema lacks a
sense of humor. Use caution.)
Ema:
You need to learn to respect
your elders a little!
Apollo:
(...Something seems so
familiar about that brooch.)
** Brooch added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Brooch
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Found at the crime scene.
Seems strangely familiar...
=Check -> Pin=
Apollo:
A sort of pin-fastener for
attaching things to clothes.
Not a safety pin-type, though.
Trucy:
So if it's not a safety
pin...
Trucy:
...is it a danger pin?
Apollo:
I suppose if you stuck it in
your eye, then yeah, sure.
Apollo:
But you could do that with a
safety pin, too, for that
matter.
Trucy:
......
Trucy:
Thanks for taking the fun out
of my danger pin.
Apollo:
(Aw, you're driving a danger
pin through my heart here.)
----------------------------
=Examine Brooch=
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
(Trucy's still after that
brooch, clearly...)
Ema:
No way!
Ema:
If you want one that bad, get
your daddy to buy it for you!
Trucy:
Daddy always says:
Trucy:
"Trucy, if you want something
go find or borrow it."
Trucy:
Oh, and "When in doubt, beg."
Ema:
Leave it to Mr. Wright...
Apollo:
(I'm a little concerned for
Trucy's future...)
=Examine Ladder=
Apollo:
Huh, another ladder.
Trucy:
Actually, it's technically a
stepladder.
Apollo:
Well hello, Ms. Fancy Pants!
Please forgive my lack of
ladder discrimination.
Trucy:
!
Trucy:
......
Ema:
I'm less worried about the
stepladder, and more worried
about why it's there.
Apollo:
(Why is the ladder there?)
Apollo:
(Well, to climb, right? To
reach something on the
ceiling?)
Trucy:
......
Trucy:
I still say it's a stepladder.
=Examine Vent=
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
What's wrong, Apollo? Your
mouth is catching flies.
Apollo:
Ah? Um, nothing. It's nothing.
Ema:
"Maybe that's how the killer
escaped."
Ema:
...That's what you were
thinking, right?
Apollo:
Eh.
Ema:
When we arrived on the scene,
the killer had already fled.
Ema:
He or she must have had a way
out.
Ema;
And that air vent is one
possibility.
Trucy:
But it's much too small.
Apollo:
Hmm...
Apollo:
Not if the killer were about
your size, Trucy...
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
I didn't do it!
Apollo:
Eh.
Trucy:
I was cutting up the dance
floor at the time, thank you!
Apollo:
I know, I know! Of course I
don't think you did it.
Trucy:
It's hard to tell with you,
sometimes, Apollo.
Apollo:
(Hey! What have I done?)
=Examine Poster over TV=
Apollo:
There's another Gavinners
poster here.
Ema:
I'm just about sick of seeing
those, personally.
Ema:
Maybe I'll tear it down!
Ha ha!
Apollo:
No tampering with the crime
scene, Ema!
Ema:
Hmph.
Ema:
Maybe there's something else
I can tear to shreds...
Trucy:
D-Don't look at me!
=Examine Poster Beside TV=
Apollo:
What's this poster...?
Trucy:
Let's see...
Trucy:
"This Summer: A Legal Eagles
Production of 'Case Closed'."
Trucy:
...Looks like a poster for
a different show.
Apollo:
...One I wouldn't mind seeing
real soon.
=Examine TV=
Trucy:
Ah, ah, Apollo!
Trucy:
Look at that thing! It's huge!
That... That's a TV!!!
Apollo:
Um, yeah, a wide flatscreen
TV. I want one of those.
Ema:
You'll be wanting for a long
time on your salary, junior.
Ema:
Wait till you're as famous as
Mr. Wright was, then dream.
Trucy:
I don't think Daddy was ever
rich, even when he was in law.
Apollo:
Great, just stomp on my dreams
why don't you.
=Examine Fruit Basket=
Trucy:
Ooh! Apollo! Can I eat some
of those, please!?
Ema:
Absolutely not!
Trucy:
I know. I know!
Trucy:
But still, I yearn!
Ema:
Look, you're not the only one
eyeing that fruit here.
Trucy:
Well then, what are we waiting
for? Let's eat!
Ema:
Right!
Apollo:
Whoa whoa whoa! Stop it!
Are you two crazy?
Apollo:
Ema, you of all people
should know better...
Ema:
But she tempted me! She's a...
She's a temptress!
Apollo:
(Please, grow up...)
=Examine Window=
Trucy:
Look, there's a little
window over here!
Trucy:
Maybe the killer escaped
through that!
Apollo:
It's barely big enough for
me to get my head through.
Ema:
Not to mention it only opens
a crack.
Trucy:
...What?
Trucy:
I was just saying it's
possible.
Apollo:
Right, right, no harm in that.
Apollo:
(Except I'm pretty sure it
is impossible.)
Ema:
You could peek into the room
through it, though, you know.
=Examine Dresser=
Apollo:
Seeing these mirrors lined up
like that makes me think I'm
really in a dressing room.
Ema:
You are in a dressing room.
Hmm... This must be makeup.
Ema:
...I've never heard of most
of these brands.
Ema:
Maybe they're Borginian?
Trucy:
Well, I haven't got a clue,
and I doubt those are.
=Examine Presents=
Apollo:
Look at all these presents.
Lamiroir sure is popular.
Trucy:
Ooh! I wonder what's inside?
We... can't open them, can we?
Ema:
Probably not a good idea.
Ema:
You never know what you might
find in one of these boxes.
Ema:
Bombs, razors, ransom notes...
Ema:
It could be anything.
Trucy:
......
Trucy:
I'm never having a birthday
party again.
=Examine Dryer=
Apollo:
This is one of those... uh,
things, right? At the barbers?
Ema:
A permanent dryer.
Ema:
Want me to curl those bangs
of yours?
Apollo:
Um, no thanks.
Trucy:
Better not mess with his hair,
Ema.
Trucy:
It's part of his identity,
you know.
=Examine Bouquet=
Apollo:
What an amazing bouquet.
I mean, it's giant.
Ema:
Not sure I approve.
Ema:
It'd be better if this flower
was a bit more... Oh.
Trucy:
Eek! The flower fell off!
Apollo:
What happened to preserving
the crime scene, Ema?
Ema:
It's fine! Fine! I'll just
put it back, see?
Apollo:
(How scientific...)
=Examine Revolver=
Apollo:
This is the murder weapon,
isn't it? This revolver...?
Ema:
That's right. A big
Trucy:
Wow.
Trucy:
I wonder who brought this in
here?
Trucy:
I thought only police were
allowed to have one of those.
Apollo:
......
Ema:
Why are you giving me that
look!? I didn't do it!
Apollo:
I didn't...
Ema:
Listen, I was out in the
hall eating Snackoos when
it happened!
Apollo:
I know, I know!
Apollo:
No one here thinks you did
it, Ema.
Ema:
sometimes, Apollo.
Apollo:
Trucy:
Wait... If the killer brought
a revolver...
Trucy:
...it must mean they had
planned this from the start.
Trucy:
That's right, right?
** Revolver added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Revolver
Type: Weapons
Retrieved from
Lamiroir's Dressing Room.
The murder weapon. A deadly,
high-caliber revolver.
=Check -> Examine Chamber=
Apollo:
The middle of the weapon is
a revolving chamber.
Apollo:
That's where you load the
bullets. A revolver, see?
Trucy:
Revolver... Revolver...
That sounds a bit like
"Wonder Bar"!
Trucy:
Especially if you say it
really fast!
Apollo:
Uh... I guess.
Trucy:
You know what I always used
to think?
Trucy:
I used to think the closest
sound to "Wonder Bar" was
"One Liver"!
Trucy:
There's just so many words
in the world, Apollo! Isn't
it amazing!?
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
So many different words, so
many different people.
(...People like Trucy.)
=Check -> Examine Barrel=
Apollo:
Yikes! Don't point that thing
at me!
Trucy:
Don't worry! I'm an old hand
with firearms.
Trucy:
I have one that shoots
"Bullets".
Apollo:
I don't want it shooting
any bullets, thank you!
Trucy:
Not those bullets, silly!
My gun shoots "Bullets, the
Magic Cat".
Apollo:
A cat... comes out of a gun?
Trucy:
I can tell by your expression
you've never heard of that
trick. It's a great one!
Apollo:
(Honestly, that one sounds
halfway interesting.)
----------------------------
=Examine Revolver (again)=
Apollo:
A 45-caliber revolver, very
deadly.
Trucy:
You know, Apollo, I was
wondering...
Trucy:
What's a caliber? And what
does the "45" mean?
Apollo:
Huh?
Ema:
Heh, you want me to tell you?
It's the size of the barrel.
Ema:
Simply put, the larger the
caliber, the bigger the round.
Ema:
...The bullet, in other words.
Bigger bullets do more damage.
Apollo:
Wow, chalk one point up for
forensic science.
Ema:
You know it!
Trucy:
...But it's not 45 inches,
right? That'd be too big.
Trucy:
What's the unit of measurement
they use, Ms. Science? Well?
Ema:
......
Ema:
Hush. Kids shouldn't ask so
many questions.
=Examine LeTouse=
Trucy:
Th-That's a body, isn't it?
Ema:
Sure is. The victim, no less.
Let's take a closer look.
Trucy:
Eeek!
G-Go ahead, Apollo.
You first.
Apollo:
Me!? No, you should go first,
Trucy, really...
Ema:
Will you two stop bickering
and get over here!?
Apollo:
(She's munching on Snackoos
again. Hope she's not too
annoyed.)
=Examine Writing=
Trucy:
Eeek!
Is that... blood?
Trucy:
Umm... Why don't you examine
this one, Apollo.
Trucy:
You know more about, uh, red
stuff than I do. Yep!
Apollo:
...Says who?
Apollo:
(Something is strange about
this blood, though...)
Apollo:
(Is that what it looks like?)
=Examine Left Hand=
Trucy:
Apollo, look at this hand...
Apollo:
Hmm. He's holding something.
Ema:
Hey! No touching!
Apollo:
You can throw all the snacks
at me you'd like, Ema.
Apollo:
But sooner or later... you're
going to run out of them.
Ema:
Hmm. You raise a good point.
Ema:
...I'm a bit intrigued by this
scene. Let's take a look.
Trucy:
Ah... see there?
He's holding something!
Trucy:
What's this...?
Apollo:
...A key ring?
Trucy:
You think it might belong to
the killer!?
Ema:
Certainly a possibility...
Apollo:
(What an unusual key ring...
And what unusual keys.)
Apollo:
(This could be a vital clue.)
** Key Ring added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Key Ring
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Mr. LeTouse died clutching
this. Note the heart-shaped
ring.
=Check -> Examine Guitar Key=
Apollo:
There are three keys on
this heart-shaped key ring.
Apollo:
Hmm? This middle key is
shaped like... a guitar?
Trucy:
I get it! It must be the
key to a guitar case!
Apollo:
A guitar case key...
Apollo:
(I'll bet I know who this
belongs to.)
----------------------------
=Examine Left Hand (again)
Apollo:
The body was holding a
key ring..
Ema:
I wonder what it could mean?
Trucy:
It must mean something!
Apollo:
It doesn't look like the kind
Mr. LeTouse would use.
Apollo:
So the question is, whose
key ring is it?
Ema:
Well, you're practically a
detective there, Apollo.
Trucy:
Practically!
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
(I'm glad it brings them so
much joy to mock me.)
=Present Badge=
Ema:
You always carry that around,
do you?
Ema:
...Just like Mr. Wright.
Apollo:
Huh?
Ema:
It's good to never let
yourself forget who you are.
Ema:
I'm proud of you. Keep up the
good work.
Apollo:
(...Come to think of it, why
do I carry this around?)
Apollo:
(Though I suppose that's one
compliment it's got me.)
=Present Revolver=
Apollo:
So this... is the murder
weapon?
Apollo:
(This revolver is incredibly
heavy!)
Ema:
It's been fired twice. You can
still smell the gunpowder...
Ema:
...That's odd.
Apollo:
What's odd?
Ema:
Hmm? Oh, nothing.
Trucy:
Hey, no fair!
Tell us!
Ema:
It's just, something about
this revolver seems... strange.
Apollo:
Strange...?
=Present Other=
Ema:
Hmm, sorry.
Ema:
I can't comment on anything
not scientifically relevant.
Ema:
I am a forensic scientist
after all.
Apollo:
(A self-styled one, at least.)
Ema:
Mr. "Romein LeTouse",
wasn't it?
Ema:
He was Lamiroir's manager.
And interpreter, apparently.
Ema:
This was his first time in
the country.
Trucy:
Hmm... So I'm guessing he
didn't know many people here.
Ema:
It doesn't seem likely.
Ema:
Nor can I thin of anyone with
a motive to murder him.
Ema:
...Except for one person, of
course.
Trucy:
One person...? Who?
Apollo:
Lamiroir.
Apollo:
No one here might have had a
motive, but she's from...
Trucy:
Apollo:
Urk! H-Hey, it was Ema's idea!
Ema:
I said nothing.
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Apollo:
(Always with the snacks...)
Trucy:
He's a big man. Or was.
Trucy:
I don't think even I would
win in a fight with him.
Apollo:
Which is why whoever it was
used a revolver, I'm guessing.
Ema:
We've sent a request to the
Borginian Embassy for more
info on him.
=Talk -> The crime=
Ema:
Well, you and I know more
about the crime than anyone.
Trucy:
Y-You do?
Apollo:
That's true. It was us who
found the body.
Trucy:
Whaaaa-!?
Hmph.
Trucy:
I guess that's what I miss
for watching the concert.
Apollo:
Hey, I wish I was watching
the concert.
Apollo:
...Anything would be better
than this.
Ema:
Well, we know the crime took
place during the concert.
Apollo:
And when we heard the shot
and entered the room...
Apollo:
...the killer was already
gone.
Trucy:
What? But that doesn't make
sense!
Trucy:
You came in when you heard the
shot and no one was here?
Trucy:
How did they leave the room?
Apollo:
Hmm, that window is a little
too small, isn't it?
Ema:
......
Apollo:
(The mystery of the
disappearing killer...)
=Talk -> The murder weapon=
Ema:
What do you think about
this revolver?
Apollo:
Well... it's pretty big.
And heavy.
Ema:
That's right.
It's a 45-caliber.
Ema:
That makes it one of the
deadliest revolvers around.
Ema:
Even the police don't carry
guns this big.
Apollo:
Really?
Ema:
Yeah. It doesn't make sense...
Ema:
You don't need so much power
to kill at such close range.
Ema:
...It's overkill.
Trucy:
I'm not sure I see the
problem.
Trucy:
I mean, whenever I go out
to eat curry...
Trucy:
...I order it "extra spicy".
Just to be sure it's spicy.
Trucy:
Of course, I can only ever
eat one or two bites.
Apollo:
...Um, and that's not a
problem?
Ema:
There's another thing about a
gun this big.
Ema:
It puts a lot of strain on
the shooter.
Apollo:
Strain...?
Ema:
Yeah. Say, if you were to fire
this revolver...
Ema:
...the recoil would probably
dislocate your shoulder.
Trucy:
Ouuuuuch!
Trucy:
It's like the shooter's a
victim, too!
Ema:
Yet, the killer used this
revolver, and quite well.
Ema:
I'm guessing whoever did it
was used to shooting.
Apollo:
(Used to shooting a
high-caliber weapon? Hmm...)
Ema:
Well, that's about it.
Ema:
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.
Ema:
But anything more involved has
to wait until the squad gets
here.
Trucy:
Argh... I suppose...
Ema:
I'll go report the evidence.
Ema:
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?
Trucy:
She told us to wait...
Apollo:
Great. Now how am I supposed
to investigate?
Trucy:
Oh well, I guess it can't
be helped.
Trucy:
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...
Apollo:
...On second thought, why not.
I'm sure everything will be
fine.
Trucy:
Of course it will! Let's go!
Trucy:
Are these... bullet holes?
Apollo:
Looks like it. There are two
here in the wall.
Trucy:
Well, if there are two marks,
they must have missed twice.
Apollo:
Not necessarily...
Apollo:
Some revolvers can put a bullet
through a person.
Apollo:
So it wasn't necessarily a
miss.
Trucy:
Ouch... Sounds painful.
=Examine Brooch=
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
No snatching people's
brooches.
Trucy:
Darn...
Trucy:
Maybe there's another one
lying around here somewhere.
Apollo:
If there is, you can't have
that one either.
Trucy:
...Don't be so stingy, Apollo.
Apollo:
...I think the word you're
looking for is "principled".
=Examine Speaker=
Apollo:
That speaker was blaring when
it happened.
Apollo:
Apparently, it monitors sound
from the main stage.
Apollo:
...Which made it hard to hear
Mr. LeTouse's last words.
Trucy:
Well, you know what I do at
loud concerts?
Trucy:
I wear earplugs! It really
cuts down on the noise.
Apollo:
...And this would have helped
me hear him how?
=Examine Ladder=
Apollo:
Huh, another ladder.
Trucy:
Actually, it's technically a
stepladder.
Apollo:
Well hello, Ms. Fancy Pants!
Please forgive my lack of
ladder discrimination.
Trucy:
!
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
I'd say this ladder is
used to climb up to reach
things.
Apollo:
...Is there something on the
ceiling?
Trucy:
I still say it's a stepladder.
=Examine Vent=
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
That air vent bothers me.
Apollo:
If Ema and I came in
through the door...
Apollo:
That makes that vent the only
exit from the room.
Trucy:
But it's much too small.
Apollo:
Hmm...
Apollo:
Not if the killer were about
your size, Trucy...
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
I didn't do it!
Apollo:
Eh.
Trucy:
I was cutting up the dance
floor at the time, thank you!
Apollo:
I know, I know! Of course I
don't think you did it.
Trucy:
sometimes, Apollo.
Apollo:
=Examine Poster Above TV=
Apollo:
Look, there's another
Gavinners poster.
Apollo:
Ema didn't seem too happy
about it.
Trucy:
Maybe I should take it down
before she rips it up.
Apollo:
You walk around with that
thing and she'll sniff it out.
Trucy:
...Maybe I'll pass then.
Apollo:
(It's probably wise to be
wary of Ema...)
=Examine TV=
Trucy:
Ah, ah, Apollo!
Trucy:
Look at that thing! It's huge!
That... That's a TV!!!
Apollo:
Um, yeah, a wide flatscreen
TV. I want one of those.
Apollo:
Someday when I'm a famous
attorney, I'll get one...
TrucY:
But Daddy never had one.
Trucy:
I don't think he ever even had
money when he was a lawyer.
Apollo:
Great, just stomp on my dreams
why don't you.
=Examine Fruit Basket=
Trucy:
Ooh! Apollo! Can I eat some
of those, please!?
Apollo:
Better not. Ema will
find out. Somehow, she will.
Apollo:
"How could you eat those
without telling me!?"
Trucy:
Yeah...
Trucy:
I'll make sure to leave some
for her to eat, too.
Apollo:
(I don't think that's the
issue here...)
=Examine Bouquet=
Apollo:
What an amazing bouquet.
I mean, it's giant.
Trucy:
That's super dazzle-frazzle!
Apollo:
..."Dazzle-frazzle"?
Trucy:
Yeah, it's super, and it makes
you feel all dazzle-frazzle!
Apollo:
Um... Who taught you to say
that?
Trucy:
Oh, Daddy.
Apollo:
(...I knew it.)
=Examine Dresser=
Apollo:
Seeing these mirrors lined up
like that makes me think I'm
really in a dressing room.
Apollo:
Look at all that makeup.
Trucy:
Well, I haven't got a clue,
and I doubt those are.
Apollo:
(I guess she's not into
makeup yet.)
=Examine Dryer=
Apollo:
This is one of those... uh,
things, right? At the barbers?
Apollo:
It's one of those permanent
hair things.
Trucy:
I've never tried one.
Apollo:
Want to?
Trucy:
Hmm...
Trucy:
I think I'll stick with my
top hat.
Trucy:
We have an understanding,
me and my hat.
Apollo:
(It's... just a hat, Trucy.)
=Examine Presents=
Apollo:
Look at all these presents.
Lamiroir sure is popular.
Trucy:
I got a present once, from
a person in the audience.
Apollo:
That's pretty cool.
Trucy:
Isn't it!
Trucy:
Maybe you'll get one someday.
Trucy:
...From someone you defend!
Apollo:
(That's called getting paid,
and I certainly hope I do.)
=Examine Window=
Trucy:
Look, there's a little
window over here!
Trucy:
Maybe the killer escaped
through that!
Apollo:
It's only big enough to stick
your head through.
Apollo:
And it doesn't even open all
the way.
Trucy:
...What?
Trucy:
I was just saying it's
possible.
Apollo:
Right, right, no harm in that.
Apollo:
(Except I'm pretty sure it
is impossible.)
=Examine Revolver=
Apollo:
A 45-caliber revolver, very
powerful.
Apollo:
This is definitely the murder
weapon.
Trucy:
I wonder who brought this
revolver in here? It's huge.
Apollo:
Someone unusual, that's for
sure.
Trucy:
No one I want to meet, that's
also for sure.
Apollo:
Me either.
Apollo:
Unless it's in court, of
course!
=Examine LeTouse=
=Examine Left Hand=

Apollo:
The body was holding a
key ring...
Trucy:
Do you think it belongs to the
killer?
Apollo:
If it's not Mr. LeTouse's,
that seems like a possibility.
---
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!)
=Move -> The stage=
---
July 7
In the Wings
---
Klavier:
What is it with today!?
Klavier:
Problem after problem!
Achtung!
???:
You ain't kidding.
Trucy:
It's the two leading members
of the Gavinners, Apollo!
Trucy:
Klavier on vocals, and Daryan
on guitar!
Trucy:
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...
Klavier:
...my guitar's been burnt to a
crisp, and to top it all off,
someone's dead!
Klavier:
...And then there was that
performance just now.
Klavier:
What was that all about!?
Daryan:
Hey, man, don't blame me.
Daryan:
You were the one who missed
the cue.
Klavier:
Me? Miss a cue!?
Klavier:
How could I conceivably get
the most important part of
that song wrong? How!?
Klavier:
And what was all that tinny
playing of yours?
Daryan:
Who you calling "tinny"!?
Trucy:
...Sounds like they're having
a spat.
Trucy:
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.
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
We were just discussing the
investigation, if you don't
mind.
Apollo:
Sorry.
Wait...
You were what?
Klavier:
Listen...
Klavier:
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:
Daryan Crescend... Criminal
Affairs, Division 3.
Apollo:
Uh... H-Hello.
("Criminal Affairs"!?)
----------------------------
Daryan Crescend
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Guitarist for the Gavinners.
His day job is as a detective
in Criminal Affairs, Div. 3.
----------------------------
Trucy:
*sigh*
Apollo...
Trucy:
You really don't know anything
about the Gavinners, do you?
Apollo:
(Something tells me that's
about to be remedied.)
=Present Lyrics Sheet=
Klavier:
I wrote those lyrics, you
know.
Klavier:
Though it was Lamiroir who
gave them life.
Trucy:
Wow... That's beautiful!
Apollo:
(Grr. Maybe I should try to
write some lyrics someday.)
=Present Key Ring=
Apollo:
Um, I was wondering if you
knew anything about this?
Klavier:
Th-That...!
Apollo:
Does it look familiar?
Klavier:
Familiar! It's mine! That's
my key ring!
Klavier:
I've been looking all over
for it!
Trucy:
Whaaaaaat!? This is yours,
Mr. Gavin!?
Apollo:
(I knew it...)
Trucy:
Apollo!
Trucy:
How can you make that "I knew
it" face!?
Trucy:
This is the key ring that
was...
Apollo:
Yeah, I know.
Klavier:
Thanks, anyway.
Klavier:
So, where did you find it?
Apollo:
Erm, actually, the victim
was holding it.
Apollo:
Like he was trying to keep
it from the killer. Even if
it meant his life.
Klavier:
......
Wh-Wha... Whaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaat!?
Klavier:
The victim... you mean,
Mr. LeTouse had my keys?
Apollo:
Indeed.
Klavier:
Hrmm...
Klavier:
When will my trials be over?
Trucy:
Speaking of trials, I've never
heard Mr. Gavin whine in court
like he has been today.
Apollo:
Ema was right about the fop,
I'll give her that.
Trucy:
Apollo!
Trucy:
Mr. Gavin, maybe we can help.
Trucy:
Tell us about your troubles
today.
Klavier:
I really don't think that's...
Trucy:
Tell us...
Trucy:
...and we'll keep mum about
the key ring for now.
Klavier:
Are... you blackmailing me,
Fräulein?
=Present Key Ring (again)=
Klavier:
Anyway...
Klavier:
Thanks for finding this.
Klavier:
If you'd found it under
different circumstances,
I'd be even happier.
Trucy:
I wonder why Mr. LeTouse was
holding it?
Apollo:
Maybe he was trying to tell
us something?
Apollo:
Maybe that Prosecutor Gavin is
the killer?
Klavier:
Herr Forehead, save your wild
accusations for the court. I
do so enjoy the penalties.
=Present Other=
Klavier:
Sorry, but I'm not in the mood
to talk about that right now.
Klavier:
Even I can only take so much
in one day.
Apollo:
(Funny, I always thought of
Prosecutor Gavin as one of
those cool, stoic types.)
Apollo:
(The sort that never
complains. How wrong I was!)
=Talk -> The case=
Apollo:
Um, about the crime...
Klavier:
...Which crime do you mean?
Apollo:
The murder, what else!?
Klavier:
Oh, that.
Klavier:
For me, today has been a hit
parade of crimes, you see.
Trucy:
Prosecutor Gavin was singing
the blues earlier, wasn't he?
Trucy:
...Something about his hog,
and his guitar case.
Klavier:
...Anyway.
Klavier:
I'm afraid you know more about
the killing of Mr. LeTouse
than I do.
Klavier:
...For now, at least.
Apollo:
Huh?
Klavier:
You were the one who found
the body, ja?
Klavier:
While we were in the middle of
a performance, no less.
Trucy:
Aren't you going to examine
the crime scene, Prosecutor
Gavin?
Klavier:
I'll leave that to Fräulein
Detective. Wouldn't want to
step on her toes.
Trucy:
They're not exactly best
buddies are they.
Trucy:
Ema and Prosecutor Gavin,
I mean.
Apollo:
Well, what to do next. We've
already checked out the scene.
Apollo:
(Prosecutor Gavin may be
right. We might be the most
informed, for once.)
Trucy:
Maybe Prosecutor Gavin can
shed some light on things
we've found!
=Talk -> The Gavinners=
Trucy:
I don't believe you, Apollo!
Trucy:
How can you come to this
concert and not know about
the Gavinners!?
Klavier:
It's not surprising. Why, even
our ancestors knew nothing of
America's existence once.
Apollo:
Um... I know America exists.
Trucy:
The Gavinners aren't just an
average rock band, Apollo.
Trucy:
Each member is connected to
the police somehow!
Apollo:
The Police?
Trucy:
The real police!
By day they pack heat, but by
night they heat up the stage!
Trucy:
By day those lips interrogate,
by night they sing songs of
unrequited passion!
Apollo:
...Um, OK.
Trucy:
They debuted seven years ago
with "13 Years Hard Time For
Love"...
Trucy:
Then came "Love With No Chance
Of Parole", and "My Boyfriend
Is The Prosecution's Witness".
Trucy:
The list of hits goes on and
on!
Klavier:
This here's my right-hand man.
...Daryan Crescend.
Klavier:
I make the melodies, and he
attacks them with his guitar.
Klavier:
He's a bit of a rogue, really.
Daryan:
Heh. And this guy's a bit of
a perfectionist.
Daryan:
When a performance goes the
least bit wrong he goes into
this funk... Just like today.
Apollo:
(I'd hope murder would be a
bit more off-putting than a
ruined concert...)
Klavier:
The concert today? A disaster!
Klavier:
I'll get to the bottom of this
and then we'll see who missed
a cue!
Trucy:
The missed cue... They were
arguing about that before...
Apollo:
(Great, I love nothing more
than questioning tormented
artists.)
=Talk -> The missed cue=
Trucy:
What's this missed cue you
keep talking about?
Klavier:
Ah ha, you heard it, didn't
you? From the audience?
Trucy:
Um, actually, I didn't notice
anything...
Daryan:
See! No amateur is going to
pick up on that!
Klavier:
Can you guarantee an entire
audience of amateurs? No!
Now take a listen to this!
Trucy:
What's that...?
Klavier:
A mixing board.
Klavier:
We used it to record our
concert tonight.
Apollo:
(Aren't we supposed to be
investigating a murder...?)
Trucy:
Well, we've come this far,
might as well go all the way!
Trucy:
I've always wanted to learn
about the recording industry!
Klavier:
This is but one of the devices
used in recordings.
Klavier:
We're a five-part band...
Klavier:
This lets us record each
member's performance
separately.
Klavier:
You use the sliders to adjust
the volume for each part.
Klavier:
Check it out!
Trucy:
Wow, neat!
Trucy:
So, could you, say, hear only
the drum part?
Klavier:
Of course. That's how we'll
find the criminal guilty of
missing his cue tonight!
Apollo:
I'm more concerned with the
other criminal. The one who
kills people.
Klavier:
You want help on the case?
Then help me with mine!
Apollo:
(I guess rock 'n' roll comes
before prosecuting.)
Klavier:
Let's begin!
Klavier:
First, we bring up the part of
the performance in question.
Klavier:
You simply choose the section
of the song you wish to hear
on the bottom-most bar.
Klavier:
Like so.
Klavier:
There it is.
Now, listen.
Trucy:
...Was something wrong?
Klavier:
You couldn't hear it? Listen
again, closely...
Trucy:
Ah... the timing's a little
off, isn't it!?
Klavier:
You see?
Klavier:
There! Right at the most
important part!
Klavier:
And even an amateur can hear
it!
Daryan:
An amateur with a mixing
board, maybe.
Klavier:
You're missing the point!
Klavier:
We'll never stamp out crime
until we're perfect. Perfect!
Daryan:
Here he goes again...
Klavier:
Right. Herr Amateur, you will
prove my point.
Apollo:
Huh? Me!?
Klavier:
You will find the missed cue!
Klavier:
You will tell us which
instrument, which part,
is the guilty party!
Apollo:
But how...?
Klavier:
Did I not just explain it?
Klavier:
Use these sliders to adjust
the volume for each part.
Klavier:
Then you will find the part
that hopelessly bungles the
cue!
Klavier:
You'll find it, with your
untrained amateur ears!
Trucy:
Nothing to do but try,
Apollo!
Apollo:
(I guess...)
Apollo:
(I'll admit, this looks kind
of fun.)
Klavier:
First, a quick review: use
the sliders to adjust volumes.
Klavier:
Press the section of the song
you wish to hear on the bottom
bar.
Apollo:
(Sliders and the bar, got it.)
Klavier:
Once you've found the guilty
part, press the corresponding
number!
Klavier:
Time to rock!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This part sounds a little off.
Klavier:
Let's see...............
...Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
Yes?
Klavier:
Let me guess...
Klavier:
...You got a D in high school
chorus, didn't you?
Apollo:
(How'd he know!?)
Klavier:
This part is perfection.
Absolute perfection.
Klavier:
I'd bet all the royalties from
my last platinum-selling
album on it.
Klavier:
The guilty part is elsewhere.
Apollo:
(Yeah, yeah, I know you sold
a bazillion records.)
Trucy:
Focus, Apollo! I'll cheer
you on!
Apollo:
Actually, it's probably better
if you stay quiet...
Apollo:
(Let's give this another
shot.)
((Present Track 2))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This part is off.
Klavier:
Which is that? Hmm...
2nd Guitar.
Daryan:
Ah.
Klavier:
It was you Daryan!
Daryan:
......
Daryan:
Ah well, looks like the cat's
out of the bag.
Klavier:
"Ah well"? That's all you have
to say!?
Klavier:
That kind of attitude lets
killers walk free, Daryan!
Trucy:
Here they go again.
Apollo:
Maybe it wasn't such a good
idea to ask about the concert.
Apollo:
It's starting to feel like
we're just wasting time.
Trucy:
It's all experience under our
belts! That can't be bad!
** Mixing Board added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Mixing Board
Type: Other
Received from
Prosecutor Gavin
Allows music to be played
in separate tracks. Touch the
Check Button to use.
----------------------------
Apollo:
(I still can't get over the
title for that song...)
Apollo:
(..."Guilty Love"...?)
=Talk -> The missed cue (again)=
Apollo:
(Best to avoid bringing up
that topic again...)
Apollo:
(I'm sure I can think of
something else to ask about.)
=Talk -> Gavin's troubles=
Apollo:
You were saying something
about your motorcycle not
starting?
Trucy:
And something about your
guitar case being busted?
Klavier:
...You're well informed.
Trucy:
You mentioned it a few times.
Klavier:
Ach. Ach! It all happened
this morning.
Klavier:
It's all this key ring's
fault.
Apollo:
The key ring...
Klavier:
It's got all my keys on it,
ja?
Klavier:
My bike key, my car key... and
the key to my guitar case.
----------------------------
Key Ring
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Found in the victim's left
hand. Holds keys to a guitar
case and a motorcycle.
=Check -> Examine Guitar Key=
Apollo:
There are three keys on
this heart-shaped key ring.
Apollo:
And this guitar-shaped key
was the key to a guitar case.
Trucy:
Wasn't he saying he had to
break his case because he
couldn't get it unlocked?
Trucy:
I could open a lock like
that in 10 seconds, easy!
Trucy:
He should have given me
a call.
Apollo:
...So he could slap handcuffs
on you after you opened it?
Trucy:
Handcuffs? 20 seconds, tops!
Apollo:
(I'm glad she's on my side.)
----------------------------
Trucy:
Wait, so this key ring...
Klavier:
...It disappeared.
Klavier:
I thought I'd put it in my
jacket pocket...
Apollo:
(Prosecutor Gavin's key
ring... disappeared?)
Klavier:
I had to come to the concert
by taxi. How embarrassing!
Klavier:
And in order to get my guitar
out, I had to break the lock.
Apollo:
Wait, this guitar wasn't
the one that...
Klavier:
The very one. Up in flames...
Klavier:
...And right on stage, too.
Trucy:
I actually thought that was
part of the show.
Klavier:
Crazy.
Klavier:
...And to top it off,
Mr. LeTouse's life was taken.
Klavier:
Nobody told me 'bout days
like these.
Apollo:
Strange days, indeed.
Klavier:
...You think?
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
What's wrong, Trucy?
Trucy:
Well, I was just trying to
make sense of everything.
Trucy:
First this heart-shaped
key ring gets stolen.
Trucy:
Then a very expensive guitar
flares up on stage.
Trucy:
Then Mr. LeTouse dies...
Klavier:
Yes, and...?
Trucy:
Could it all really be
just a coincidence?
Klavier:
Coincidence...?
Meaning...?
Klavier:
Daryan, can you make any sense
of all this?
Daryan:
...Hey, don't look at me.
Trucy:
What do you think, Apollo?
Apollo:
Huh?
Trucy:
I mean, either Mr. Gavin's
having a really bad day...
Trucy:
...or all this was planned.
Klavier:
......
Klavier:
You... aren't thinking what
I think you're thinking...
Klavier:
...are you, Fräulein?
Trucy:
I am!
Daryan:
What? What!?
Daryan:
Hey, don't leave me in the
dark with Spike, here.
Apollo:
(...The name's Apollo, but
yeah, I agree...)
Apollo:
(Don't leave us in the dark!
What are you talking about?)
Trucy:
Haven't you noticed a
connection, Apollo?
Trucy:
...A curious connection
between all of Mr. Gavin's
troubles today?
Apollo:
Um, well...
[ I have noticed. ]
Apollo:
You know, something was
bugging me, too!
Apollo:
That key ring, and the
guitar, and the body...
Trucy:
Slow down there, Polly.
You look a wee bit dizzy.
Daryan:
He's bluffing. He hasn't
figured it out.
Daryan:
Fess up, if you're a man.
You're as clueless as I am!
Apollo:
Huh?
Klavier:
No, no, give Herr Forehead
a chance.
Klavier:
Let's see your evidence of
the connection, shall we?
Apollo:
E-Evidence!?
(Ack! I'd better think of
something pronto!)
Trucy:
C'mon c'mon c'mon! Let's see
it!
Trucy:
What's the connection between
all of Mr. Gavin's troubles?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The connection... is this!
Right?
Trucy:
Um, I would say you were
close, but really, you're
kinda far. Remote, even.
Apollo:
(Oops. Try not to anger the
Trucy, Apollo.)
Apollo:
(No sudden motions... Just
find that evidence slowly.)
((Present Lyrics Sheet))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
It's this, isn't it?
[ I haven't noticed. ]
Trucy:
You haven't!?
Apollo:
...I just don't see the
connection. Sorry.
Trucy:
Well don't just give up!
Give it a little more thought!
Apollo:
Wait... You don't mean this,
do you?
Daryan:
A lyrics sheet? ..."The
Guitar's Serenade"...? What's
that got to do with anything?
Klavier:
It has everything to do
with everything.
Klavier:
Though I wouldn't have
believed it if the Fräulein
hadn't pointed it out.
Daryan:
What are you talking about,
man? Enough with the riddles!
Klavier:
Maybe it is a coincidence,
or perhaps it means something.
Klavier:
Don't you think, Fräulein?
Trucy:
I do.
Trucy:
Everything that's happened to
Mr. Gavin today...
Trucy:
...is predicted in the lyrics
to this song!
Daryan:
Wh-Whaaat!?
No way!
=Talk -> The song's prediction=
Trucy:
Look, just think about
everything that's happened
to Mr. Gavin.
Trucy:
Let's list them in the order
that they occurred...
Trucy:
...while reading this lyrics
sheet!
Apollo:
First, the key ring was
stolen.
Trucy:
And not just any key ring!
A heart-shaped key ring!
Apollo:
That's right here!
Apollo:
"When you stole away the keys
my heart held on to so tight."
Apollo:
This is a "heart" holding
"keys"!
Trucy:
And next, his guitar burst
into flame.
Apollo:
"Burning on in my heart. Fire.
Burn my love away..."
Trucy:
And then Mr. LeTouse was
killed...
Apollo:
"Like a bullet of love. Fire.
Take my life away..."
Apollo:
But... But that's crazy!
Trucy:
Yeah, no kidding!
Daryan:
So everything that happened
today, here...
Daryan:
...This song predicted it all?
Klavier:
Or perhaps it was the other
way around...
Apollo:
Huh?
Klavier:
The criminal could have based
his crime on the lyrics.
Apollo:
But who would go through all
that trouble...?
Klavier:
Someone who moves in
mysterious ways, no doubt.
Klavier:
I believe you've stumbled upon
something quite vital... and
quite annoying, Fräulein.
Trucy:
Eh heh.
Apollo:
(She looks pleased...)
Daryan:
The lyrics predicting the
crime... Klavier?
Klavier:
Seems a bit more than just
a coincidence to me.
Daryan:
I have to agree.
Daryan:
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.
Daryan:
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...
Klavier:
It seems like that would have
to be the "point" of all this.
Klavier:
But they did more than that.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
If you find any more
mysteries, do me a favor and
keep them to yourselves, ja?
Apollo:
Ja...
Apollo:
(I guess this is all we're
going to get from Prosecutor
Gavin.)
Apollo:
(That leaves Lamiroir to
question.)
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin... do you
know where Lamiroir is now?
Klavier:
Ah, I had her go to my
dressing room.
Klavier:
With that pianist, Machi
Tobaye, of course.
Klavier:
She seemed rather shocked by
Mr. LeTouse's sudden passing.
Apollo:
(The Gavinners's dressing
room. Got it!)
---
July 7
Backstage Hallway
---
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
Who's there!?
Apollo:
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
---
Trucy:
Ah... Lamiroir!
Lamiroir:
What... What has happened?
Lamiroir:
I heard that Mr. LeTouse
has died!
Apollo:
L-Lamiroir! You speak?
Apollo:
I mean, you speak English?
Lamiroir:
Ah... Yes.
Lamiroir:
I was invited here from
the Republic of Borginia...
Lamiroir:
But I am not Borginian by
birth.
Trucy:
But wasn't Mr. LeTouse
your interpreter...?
Lamiroir:
Ah that. Yes, well...
Lamiroir:
It was Mr. LeTouse's idea.
Lamiroir:
He thought it would add to
the mystery, you see.
Apollo:
Then, your pianist is also...?
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Lamiroir:
No, Machi Tobaye is Borginian.
Lamiroir:
He does not speak English.
Lamiroir:
Now, please tell me!
Lamiroir:
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!
Trucy:
That's not fair to her!
Trucy:
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.
Lamiroir:
It is very unsettling.
Apollo:
I'm sorry, we're trying to
figure it out ourselves.
Apollo:
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...)
Apollo:
(I can't put my finger on why,
but I like this Lamiroir.)
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
Lamiroir:
What is it, Machi?
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
Lamiroir:
What... but you'd be alone!
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
Apollo:
Um, what seems to be the
problem?
Lamiroir:
Machi... he is not good around
strangers.
Lamiroir:
He wishes to go out for a
breath of fresh air.
Lamiroir:
Would that be alright?
Apollo:
Uh, sure, of course.
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Lamiroir:
Very well.
Lamiroir:
What is it you wished to
ask me about?
=Present Brooch=
Apollo:
That reminds me...
Apollo:
Does this brooch look familiar
to you?
Lamiroir:
My brooch... yes!
Well... It may be mine.
Apollo:
Yours, Lamiroir...?
Lamiroir:
I was wearing a brooch
earlier, you see.
Lamiroir:
I must have lost it.
Trucy:
Well that explains the brooch
we found.
Trucy:
It was Lamiroir's!
Lamiroir:
Thank you.
Lamiroir:
I was wondering where I'd
dropped it.
Apollo:
(So this brooch belongs to
her...)
Apollo:
(That begs the question...)
Trucy:
Is something wrong, Apollo?
Apollo:
(...What was this brooch
doing at the crime scene?)
----------------------------
Brooch
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Turns out it belongs to
Lamiroir.
----------------------------
=Present Other=
Apollo:
Would you mind taking a look
at this, Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
......
Lamiroir:
I'm sorry, I'm not sure what
to say.
Lamiroir:
I wish I could help you.
Apollo:
Ah, don't worry about it.
Apollo:
(Certainly one of the most
pleasant refusals I've had.)
=Talk -> Lamiroir=
Apollo:
The Republic of Borginia...
that's in Northern Europe,
right?
Trucy:
I've never even heard of it...
Lamiroir:
I started out singing in a
restaurant...
Lamiroir:
Then a producer called me.
Lamiroir:
Before I knew it... here I am.
Trucy:
You don't say!
Trucy:
You know, my daddy plays
piano in a restaurant!
Apollo:
Producers tend to look for
talent, Trucy.
Apollo:
...Lamiroir, you're not from
Borginia originally?
Apollo:
Were you born here?
Lamiroir:
Well...
Apollo:
Oh, is that supposed to be
a secret?
Trucy:
Image is everything when
you're a star!
Trucy:
I know a bit about that,
of course...
Lamiroir:
Ah, yes, it is something
like this.
Lamiroir:
A contract, you might say.
Lamiroir:
I'm also not to speak anything
but Borginese in public.
Apollo:
Image is important, I guess.
Trucy:
She's not all image, though!
Her songs are lovely!
Trucy:
A real "landscape painter in
sound"!
Apollo:
A painter in what?
Trucy:
She travels the world, turning
the sights she sees into
music!
Trucy:
That's the secret to your
music's beauty, right?
Lamiroir:
You're very perceptive.
Trucy:
Oh, I use your songs all the
time in my stage act.
Trucy:
...I don't have to pay
royalties for that, do I?
Apollo:
Stop while you're ahead,
Trucy.
Lamiroir:
This "landscape painter in
sound", too, is an image.
Lamiroir:
Yet without it, my songs
would not be so widely heard.
Trucy:
They even call you the
"Siren of the Ballad", right?
Lamiroir:
Yes. In Borginese, "Lamiroir"
means "the Siren".
Lamiroir:
I fear that, perhaps, already
I am not the siren I once was.
=Talk -> Machi=
Trucy:
Your pianist... Machi, was it?
Trucy:
He's cute! Like a porcelain
doll...
Apollo:
He's very "European".
Lamiroir:
I met him while singing in
restaurants in Borginia.
Lamiroir:
He is an orphan... yet his
playing is exquisite.
Lamiroir:
Soon he came to live with me.
Trucy:
It's like a fairy tale,
almost...
Apollo:
I noticed he hardly leaves
your side.
Lamiroir:
Yes, well, he is blind.
Lamiroir:
At first, I hesitated at
dragging him across the world.
Apollo:
He doesn't speak English,
either, does he?
Lamiroir:
He had never left Borginia
before we met.
Lamiroir:
I made his presence part of
my contract.
Lamiroir:
Machi and I together are
"Lamiroir". Together, always.
=Talk -> Mr. LeTouse=
Lamiroir:
Mr. LeTouse... was my new
manager.
Apollo:
New?
Lamiroir:
Yes, from three months ago.
Lamiroir:
Around when I received
Mr. Gavin's invitation to
come.
Lamiroir:
I met Mr. LeTouse at my
office.
Lamiroir:
He was to be my manager and
bodyguard...
Lamiroir:
And, as it turned out, my
interpreter.
Apollo:
Interpreter... even though
you speak English.
Lamiroir:
Yes... but we were to visit
more places than just here.
Lamiroir:
We had a concert in Japan
scheduled after this one.
Lamiroir:
Though I fear that may have
to be cancelled now...
Trucy:
Was Mr. LeTouse from the
Republic of Borginia, too?
Lamiroir:
Well... he was only with me
for three months.
Lamiroir:
I'm afraid there is much I
do not know about him.
Lamiroir:
And now, I shall never know.
Lamiroir:
No one will even tell me why
he has died.
Apollo:
I-I'm sorry...
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin said we
weren't to talk to anyone...
Lamiroir:
Mr. LeTouse... was a talented
man.
Lamiroir:
The "Siren of the Ballad"...
Lamiroir:
That phrase was his idea, you
know.
Lamiroir:
I am happy for him that it
has become so well known.
Apollo:
The "siren"... That's what
he meant!
Trucy:
Huh? Apollo?
Apollo:
You are "the Siren", right
Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
That is the meaning of my
name in Borginese, yes.
Lamiroir:
It was the name my producer
gave me. But why do you ask?
Apollo:
...It's very important.
Apollo:
I had to know for sure if the
"Siren" was you.
Lamiroir:
What do you mean, important?
Apollo:
...I'll tell you.
Apollo:
You deserve to know.
=Talk -> The "Siren"=
Apollo:
"Siren"...
Apollo:
It turns out that's a very
important word in this case.
Trucy:
H-How?
Apollo:
When we found Mr. LeTouse...
Apollo:
...he was still alive.
Lamiroir:
What...?
Apollo:
I heard him say something...
Apollo:
...his last words.
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse!
Can you hear me!?
LeTouse:
Ask... wi...witness...
Apollo:
LeTouse:
...si...si...ren...
Trucy:
He said "siren"... Really?
Apollo:
I was the only one there to
hear it...
Apollo:
...but I'm sure that's what
he said!
Lamiroir:
Mr. LeTouse said that!?
Lamiroir:
"Ask the witness"...?
Apollo:
And you're the Siren,
Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
......
Apollo:
Did you see what happened?
Lamiroir:
......
Apollo:
Lamiroir...?
Lamiroir:
Might I ask, are you with the
police?
Apollo:
Eh! Uh, well, no. I'm a
defense attorney.
Lamiroir:
An attorney?
Lamiroir:
Yet there have been no
arrests, yes?
Apollo:
...Is that a problem?
Lamiroir:
Does an attorney not work
for a "client"?
Lamiroir:
If you have no client, you
should leave the investigation
to the police, I think.
Trucy:
But Lamiroir, we...
Lamiroir:
I am sorry, but I cannot
answer your questions.
Lamiroir:
I'm afraid you lack the
authority to ask them.
Apollo:
Ack...
(Why...?)
Apollo:
(If she witnessed the crime,
why won't she tell us...?)
Lamiroir:
I believe we are through
here.
Apollo:
...I believe so.
---
July 8, 12:22 AM
Backstage Hallway
Apollo:
Whoa! Who's there now!?
Ema:
Ah, it's you.
Ema:
...Where were you!?
Apollo:
Ack! Ema!
Apollo:
...Is something wrong?
(She's looks grumpier than
usual.)
Ema:
You bet something's wrong!
The impossible's happened!
Ema:
Arrgh!
It's all your fault, you know!
Apollo:
(Oops. Maybe this is about us
leaving the crime scene.)
Trucy:
Wha 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
---
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.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
The body will not leave the
building.
Klavier:
So, I suggest we go find
ourselves a cadaver.
Klavier:
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.
Trucy:
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.
Klavier:
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.
=Examine Floor=
Apollo:
There should be a body here.
But there's not.
Apollo:
How could this have happened?
And why?
=Present Anything=
Apollo:
Ema, could you take a
look at this?
Ema:
Just hold it right there.
Ema:
This is not time to be waving
a bag of Snackoos in my face!
Apollo:
Um, it's not a bag of
Snackoos.
Ema:
Look. What's important is that
Mr. LeTouse's body is missing!
Ema:
And we've got to find it!
Apollo:
(She would be more convincing
if she wasn't standing around
eating her precious Snackoos.)
=Talk -> Disappearing act=
Ema:
Well, this sure is a... what
did he call it? A sausage?
Ema:
No wait, it was a pickle.
Ema:
And it's your pickle! I told
you to stay in the room!
Apollo:
...Sorry.
(Not much else I can say.)
Ema:
...It's alright.
Ema:
Top priority now is finding
that body.
Ema:
...You can make it up to me
later.
Ema;
Ten bags or so of chocolate
Snackoos should do the trick
nicely.
Apollo:
(You should watch your sugar
intake, Ema.)
=Move -> The stage=
---
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!
=Examine Anything=
Trucy:
I'm not sure that's all that
important right now.
Trucy:
Let's check out that thing
in the middle of the stage!
=Examine Platform=
Trucy:
That stage there must have
been lowered before.
Apollo:
That's the tower that Lamiroir
and Prosecutor Gavin were
singing on.
Trucy:
Someone must have raised it.
Trucy:
Hmm. I don't see a way to
control it from here.
Trucy:
Apollo, what about that ladder
there against the wall?
Trucy:
We could use that to take
a look up top...
Apollo:
......
Maybe we should get Ema.
Trucy:
What are you talking about?
We have to see this sort of
thing for ourselves!
Apollo:
(I'm... not so good with
heights.)
Trucy:
Stop whining and start
climbing!
Apollo:
Urk...
Apollo:
(It didn't look that high
from below, really.)
Apollo:
(But when we got to the top,
I felt every one of those
20 feet down.)
Apollo:
(Of course, I wasn't thinking
about the height any more.)
Apollo:
(Not after what we found up
there.)
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
(We found two things we were
looking for, and one thing
we never expected to find.)
Apollo:
...The body, guitar in hand,
and the pianist, Machi Tobaye.
---
July 8, 10:09 AM
---
Apollo:
Wow, that concert last night
sure went south in a hurry!
Trucy:
No kidding.
Trucy:
Why did they arrest Machi!?
Why!?
Apollo:
Don't look at me like it's
my fault!
Apollo:
(Machi Tobaye, the blind
pianist...)
Apollo:
(...arrested on suspicion of
murdering Romein LeTouse.)
----------------------------
Machi Tobaye
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Blind pianist. Arrested on
suspicion of having shot
Mr. 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?
Klavier:
I apologize for being so
upset...
Trucy:
Mr. Gavin, do you know what's
going on?
Trucy:
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.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
It is vital that this case
be wrapped up swiftly.
Klavier:
That's all the powers that
be want, really.
Apollo:
Well those are circumstances,
alright.
Apollo:
But what makes Machi the
only possible suspect?
Klavier:
Herr Forehead...
Klavier:
You seem to have forgotten
that you're talking to the
prosecution... the enemy.
Apollo:
Ah. Right.
Apollo:
(I think I like this side of
Prosecutor Gavin better,
actually.)
Klavier:
I'm not at liberty to discuss
the particulars of the case.
Klavier:
...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.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
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.
Trucy:
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!
Trucy:
We're here for you!
Apollo:
Um, h-hi. Maybe you can tell
me about last night...
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
Trucy:
Huh?
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
Machi:
[symbols]!
Apollo:
(That was when I realized
how tough it must be...)
Apollo:
(A little kid like this...)
Apollo:
(...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.
Klavier:
I'm off to question Lamiroir.
Trucy:
Well, what are we going to do?
Apollo:
That's, um, a good question.
Apollo:
we can do but go with this.)
Apollo:
(...And hope for the best at
the trial tomorrow.)
Machi:
[symbols] ..
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
To be continued.
============================
Episode 3
Turnabout Serenade
============================
---
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:
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...
Judge:
What do you say to them?
Klavier:
Eh?
Judge:
I mean, you wouldn't say
"get well soon", right?
Judge:
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.
Judge:
...Right after this trial.
The Chief Justice's son.
Apollo:
The Chief Justice...?
Judge:
His son is afflicted with a
most terrible disease...
Judge:
He doesn't have long, it
seems.
Apollo:
Ah...
Judge:
So I thought I'd go pay him
a visit.
Judge:
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.)
Apollo:
...Hey! What are you looking
at me like that for!?
Judge:
In any case...
Judge:
I'm a bit busy today, so let's
wrap this up quickly.
Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin, your opening
statement, briefly!
Klavier:
You're in luck, Herr Judge...
Klavier:
I believe you'll be going on
your hospital visit sooner
than you think.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
First, to review the victim
in this case.
Klavier:
Romein LeTouse, age 35.
Klavier:
The global manager for diva
songstress, Lamiroir.
Klavier:
The cause of death: blood loss
due to being shot by a large
caliber revolver.
Klavier:
This report has all the
details.
Judge:
evidence.
** LeTouse's Autopsy Report added

----------------------------
LeTouse's Autopsy Report
Type: Reports
Death due to loss of blood
from a gunshot wound. Est.
time of death: 9:00-9:30 PM.
=Check=
-Victim's Name
Romein LeTouse (Age:35), Male
-Time of Death
July 7
Between 9 PM and 9:30 PM.
-Cause of Death
Blood loss due to 45-caliber
bullet wound. Time elapsed
between shooting and death
currently under review.
----------------------------
Judge:
45-caliber... That's quite
large, isn't it?
Judge:
A direct hit from that could
knock a man off his feet.
Klavier:
However, the bullet struck him
in his shoulder.
Klavier:
The damage to his body was
slight... death was not
immediate.
Klavier:
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. **
----------------------------
Crime Photo
Type: Photographs
Victim shot in shoulder in
Lamiroir's room. Touch the
----------------------------
Klavier:
...Two shots were fired.
Klavier:
One shot missed, the other
penetrated and passed through
the victim's shoulder.
Klavier:
Both bullets were found in
the wall at the scene.
Observe the diagram...
Klavier:
...This is where the bullets
hit.
Judge:
I see... The court accepts
this evidence.
** Diagram added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Diagram
Type: Maps
The crime scene was Lamiroir's
dressing room. Touch the
----------------------------
Judge:
If we're talking about a
45-caliber revolver...
Judge:
...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.
Apollo:
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.
Klavier:
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...
Klavier:
...it was empty, save for
the victim's body, of course.
Judge:
B-But that's...
Judge:
That's impossible!
Klavier:
Exactly. This murder was
impossible.
Klavier:
...For all but one person.
Judge:
One person?
Klavier:
That is, of course...
Klavier:
...the defendant, Machi
Tobaye.
Judge:
Only this defendant could
have committed the crime?
Judge:
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.
Judge:
Let the witness please take
the stand!
Klavier:
Your name and profession,
please.
Ema:
Ema Skye, I'm a detective for
the police department.
Ema:
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...
Ema:
......
Judge:
Now, don't blame yourself!
Things like this happen!
Judge:
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...
Klavier:
Because you were on security
detail, the crime was quickly
discovered.
Klavier:
And, we were able to identify
the killer.
Ema:
......
Klavier:
You may give the court your
testimony, if you would.
Klavier:
Describe the circumstances of
that day, and your discovery
of the crime, please.
Ema:
...Alright.
-- 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.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
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.
Trucy:
How can they say that Machi
did it?
Apollo:
Looks like we need a bit more
information.
Judge:
Very well, the defense may
-- Murderous Circumstances --
Ema:
The night of the murder, I was
on security backstage, at
Prosecutor Gavin's request.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
The night of the murder was
the night of the concert, yes?
Ema:
That's right.
Apollo:
What was a detective doing on
security detail, might I ask?
Apollo:
...If it was only a concert?
Ema:
My thoughts exactly.
Ema:
But, orders are orders. Even
when they come from rock gods.
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin...?
Klavier:
Yes, allow me to explain.
Klavier:
I smelled something that day,
you might say. The stench...
of conspiracy.
Klavier:
That day, at the concert hall.
Apollo:
Conspiracy...?
Klavier:
Well, isn't it obvious!?
My keys! That whole morning,
no, the whole day was ruined!
Klavier:
And it's all because someone
stole my keys!
Klavier:
I couldn't ride my hog to the
show, I couldn't open my
guitar case...
Trucy:
There he goes again.
Apollo:
Isn't it possible he simply
misplaced them?
Klavier:
Misplaced them!?
Klavier:
Misplaced items don't just
wander into a murder victim's
hand on their own!
Judge:
What's this!? Prosecutor
Gavin, if your keys were
in the victim's hand...
Judge:
That makes you a prime
suspect!
Klavier:
..."Love, slow-acting and new.
Atroquinine... is waiting for
you..."
Trucy:
He's singing something.
Apollo:
Does everything with this guy
have to be so over-the-top?
Klavier:
...The killing happened in the
middle of my concert.
Klavier:
I was... like a sailor, adrift
on a sea of sound.
Klavier:
Anyway, I didn't want anything
else stolen.
Klavier:
So I put the detective with
the most time on their hands
on the task.
Judge:
I see. I can accept that.
Ema:
Well I can't! What do you
mean "time on their hands"!?
((Before pressing 4 and 5))
Judge:
Please, the testimony.
Ema:
Only people involved with the
concert in some way were
allowed backstage.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
...We were let in, though.
Ema:
I didn't know about that!
I certainly didn't invite you.
Klavier:
I gave the Fräulein special
permission to be there.
...I wanted to see her again.
Trucy:
Oh boy! Did you hear that?
We're officially involved now!
Apollo:
Gee, great.
Ema:
Some other hangers-on tried to
get backstage, but I drove
them off.
Apollo:
(So no other "outsiders" were
there, then.)
Ema:
And then...
Ema:
At the beginning of the third
set... I heard shots.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
I believe we were having a
chat when we heard the shots.
Ema:
You were the one chatting.
I was eating Snackoos.
Judge:
Ah!
Hey!
No snacking in court!
Klavier:
And you're sure the shots
came from Lamiroir's room?
Apollo:
Yes, absolutely.
Ema:
Hey, I'm the one being
cross-examined here!
Ema:
Here, this'll keep you quiet!
*ka-tonk*
Apollo:
Ah, thanks.
Apollo:
So...MUNCH...how about it
...MUNCH...Ema?
Ema:
We were right...MUNCH...there.
Hard to be mistaken about
that...MUNCH.
Judge:
Please, either talk, or eat.
Not both at the same time!
Ema:
......
*gulp*
Right, so after that...
Ema:
...me and Mr. Lawyer there
opened the dressing room door.
Ema:
I went into the room, filled
with blaring rock music, and
found the body.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Rock?
Ema:
Blaring, yes.
Judge:
When you say "rock", are you
referring, perhaps...
Judge:
...to this "rock 'n' roll"
music that's so popular these
days?
Apollo:
(That's right, when we went
into the dressing room...)
Apollo:
(...music was blaring over
the speaker on the wall.)
Ema:
They pipe sound from the stage
into the backstage through
speakers.
Ema:
That way people in the back
can hear when they're supposed
to be on stage.
Apollo:
Did it have to be so loud?
Klavier:
You don't listen to the
Gavinners with your ears.
Klavier:
You feel it with your entire
body and soul!
Klavier:
I always have the backstage
monitors at full volume.
Ema:
When we walked in the room...
Ema:
...the band was playing
"Guilty Love", I believe.
Ema:
Making it easy to determine
the time of the crime.
Judge:
Hmm... If you could hear that
music playing...
Klavier:
...Then everyone on stage
for that song has an alibi.
Klavier:
Including myself.
Ema:
Anyway, I closed off the
scene and started my
investigation.
Ema:
I examined the scene and
determined that only the
defendant could have done it.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
How could you know something
like that!?
Ema:
As I said, it was clear from
the circumstances.
Ema:
Listen...
Ema:
We know there was only one
exit from the room: that door.
Ema:
The small window only opened
a tiny crack.
Ema:
And I was standing in front
of that door.
Ema:
So, how could the killer have
fled the scene?
Ema:
There's only one possibility:
the air vent.
Judge:
Ah...
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
B-But that air vent was too
small! Who could possibly...
Ema:
Exactly.
Apollo:
...!
Ema:
There's certainly no way you
could get through. Nor me.
Ema:
The only one who could fit
through... was a child.
Apollo:
A child...
Ema:
Remember, access to those
rooms was limited.
Ema:
Only those involved with the
concert were allowed.
Klavier:
And of all the people involved
with the concert...
Klavier:
...only one is small enough
to be considered a "child".
Judge:
The... The defendant!?
Klavier:
The pixie of the arpeggio
flitted up toward the sky...
Klavier:
...and disappeared from the
scene of the crime.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
B-But that's just conjecture!
Klavier:
Oh? There was no other way
out of that room.
Klavier:
You were there. You should
know, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
...!
Ema:
And... there is another vital
piece of evidence.
Apollo:
Evidence...? What!?
Ema:
Marks were found on the air
vent grill.
Ema:
Traces that it had recently
been opened.
Apollo:
Wait, what...!?
Ema:
And something else was found,
quite clearly.
Ema:
The defendant, Machi Tobaye's
fingerprints.
Apollo:
Wha...
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
Klavier:
That air vent was the only
way out of the room!
Klavier:
The defendant's fingerprints
were found on the grill!
Klavier:
...Well, Herr Forehead?
Klavier:
What fairy tale does this
suggest to you?
Apollo:
Urk...!
Klavier:
Only one could pass through
that vent, that "doorway to
heaven"...
Klavier:
...and that one is our pixie.
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
Why are you looking at me,
Apollo?
Trucy:
Hey! I was out whooping it up
in the audience!
Apollo:
(So this was his decisive
evidence...)
Judge:
Hmm... Quite decisive, indeed.
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.
Apollo:
(They must have had a good
reason to arrest Machi...)
Apollo:
(...And I'm going to find out
what it was!)
Judge:
I believe that's enough of
that.
Apollo:
!
Judge:
The prosecution has a rather
convincing case.
Judge:
The only way in and out of the
crime scene was watched.
Judge:
Making the defendant the only
one who could possibly leave
the scene.
Judge:
Simple, and decisive.
Apollo:
Ugh...
Judge:
I believe we've heard enough
to determine our verdict.
Judge:
Even if I wasn't in a hurry
to make a hospital visit.
Klavier:
I'm sure the Chief Justice
will appreciate the gesture.
Klavier:
Unfortunately, we have no
direct witnesses.
Klavier:
Fortunately, the criminal
left decisive evidence for us.
Klavier:
That will have to be enough.
Apollo:
(Argh! It can't be over
already!)
Judge:
Very well, I believe this
trial is finished.
Judge:
If the defense has no
contradicting evidence...?
Klavier:
The prosecution has presented
our proof, clear and plain.
Klavier:
If you have contradicting
evidence...
Klavier:
...it'd better be clear and
plain.
Trucy:
Ack, Apollo! They've got us
on the ropes already!
Trucy:
We'd better come up with
something quick!
Apollo:
I know! I know!
(Think! What can get us out
of this!?)
Apollo:
(We need evidence, or a
witness, that can prove Machi
is innocent beyond a doubt.)
Apollo:
(Without that... *gulp*)
Judge:
Mr. Justice?
Judge:
Do you have contradicting
proof that can overturn the
prosecution's case?
Judge:
If you do, you'd better tell
us about it now.
Apollo:
(This is it... and so soon!)
Apollo:
(If I mess this one up, it's
all over...!)
Apollo:
The court wants contradicting
proof?
[ I don't have proof ]
Apollo:
I... don't have contradicting
proof, actually.
Judge:
Too bad. Very well, this
court finds the defendant...
*HOLD IT!*
Trucy:
W-Waaait!
Judge:
Wh-What for?
Trucy:
We have, uh, what was it
called? Contradictual proof?
Trucy:
Anyway, whatever it is, we've
got it!
Judge:
Is this true?
Trucy:
Of course it's true!
Show 'em, Apollo!
Apollo:
What the heck are you talking
about!?
Trucy:
Look, we give up now, Machi's
really done for!
Apollo:
(She's right... If we give
up here, we're finished.)
Apollo:
(I need proof or a witness...
I must have something...!)
Judge:
Alright, we'll give you
another chance, then.
[ Present evidence ]
Apollo:
The defense is prepared to
show contradicting evidence!
Klavier:
This should be interesting!
What sort of evidence?
Judge:
Yes, what sort of evidence,
Mr. Justice?
Judge:
Show us evidence contradicting
the prosecution's claims!
Apollo:
This evidence does more than
contradict, it flips the
whole case on its head!
Judge:
......
Klavier:
Thank you for presenting
evidence that is both clear
and plain, as requested.
Judge:
Yes... Clearly and plainly
wrong!
Judge:
I'm afraid the only thing
flipped on its head here was
you as a child, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(Ugh... I guess that wasn't
it.)
Klavier:
My claim is clear: the only
person who could have fled the
scene was the defendant.
Judge:
And there were no witnesses,
either.
Klavier:
I fear the defense's options
are limited, Mr. Justice.
ApollO:
(Grr! There's only one way
out of this...)
Apollo:
(Evidence, or a witness, that
can prove Machi's innocence
beyond a doubt.)
Judge:
Let's ask the defense once
again.
[ Call a witness ]
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin, you claim
that there were no witnesses
to this crime.
Apollo:
Are you absolutely sure?
Klavier:
Absolutely. I'd swear it on
my career as a prosecutor...
Klavier:
And on my million-seller hit
song "Atroquinine, My Love".
Trucy:
...There he goes again.
Apollo:
That's too bad, because
there was a witness.
Judge:
Ho ho! Really now?
Judge:
But how did you come to
possess knowledge the
prosecution clearly does not?
Apollo:
Because I am the only one in
the world who knows this.
Apollo:
(...What's going on? I just
talked to him, and now...)
LeTouse:
......Nnnh......
Apollo:
...!
(He... He's alive!)
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse!
Can you hear me!?
LeTouse:
Witness...
Apollo:
Help is on the way!
LeTouse:
...Can't s...see...
Apollo:
LeTouse:
...si...si...ren...
Judge:
Whaaat!?
Judge:
The victim said this before
he died!?
Klavier:
Perhaps he did... and perhaps
he did not.
Apollo:
What do you mean by that?
Klavier:
All we know is what Herr
Forehead says he said.
Klavier:
It's no testimony, especially
since it comes from the
defense attorney himself.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
But it's the truth! He said
it!
Apollo:
I even told you about it!
Apollo:
But apparently, you ignored
me completely.
Klavier:
It's my policy to fully
investigate everything I deem
relevant.
Klavier:
Clearly this rookie lawyer
thinks he can tell me how
to do my job.
Judge:
...That's enough!
Judge:
Mr. Justice, we need clear
contradictory proof from you.
Judge:
This witness of yours, unknown
to the prosecution...
Judge:
...I hope you're right.
Failure carries a stiff
penalty.
Klavier:
Perhaps...
A stiffer penalty than
usual is called for?
Apollo:
(Urk! There's no backing
out now!)
Judge:
Let's hear the name of your
witness, Mr. Justice.
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
And you claim that they
witnessed the murder?
Klavier:
This is a bit unexpected.
And you have proof?
Apollo:
Well, actually...
(Uh oh. I can't think of
anything.)
Judge:
I know that look, Mr. Justice.
It's the look of a man who's
about to be penalized.
Klavier:
I doubted there was a witness
in the first place. No one
had time!
Klavier:
They were far too busy rocking
to our wild sounds!
Trucy:
My heart was handcuffed to the
stage, I know that!
Ema:
I felt nothing.
Klavier:
...It's sad but true.
Some people will never
appreciate true art.
Apollo:
(Why's he pointing at me!?)
Apollo:
(Think, how can I get him to
accept there was a witness?)
Apollo:
(I need some kind of proof...)
Judge:
Let's start over, shall we?
((Present Lamiroir))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Lamiroir...?
Apollo:
Recall Mr. LeTouse's last
words.
LeTouse:
...si...si...ren...
Judge:
The siren... Ah ha!
He meant the "Siren"!
Apollo:
That's right. The "Siren of
the Ballad"... Lamiroir!
Apollo:
Lamiroir was only on stage for
the second set...
Apollo:
...and she had access to the
backstage area.
Apollo:
She could have been a witness!
Judge:
I see...
Klavier:
My claim still stands.
Klavier:
There were no witnesses to this
crime!
Judge:
Very well!
Judge:
Let's hear it from the
horse's mouth then, shall we?
Judge:
We will now take a break
from Detective Ema Skye's
cross-examination.
Judge:
...Please show Lamiroir to
the witness stand.
Apollo:
(Lamiroir would say nothing
the night of the murder...)
Apollo:
(Not today, though. Today
we'll drag that story out of
her no matter what it is!)
Klavier:
......
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.
Lamiroir:
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.
Lamiroir:
Nor where I studied it...
Apollo:
...?
Apollo:
(What does she mean, she
doesn't know...?)
Klavier:
I, too, thought to call her as
a witness. But I did not.
Klavier:
I had a reason, of course.
Apollo:
What's that?
Klavier:
Lamiroir... suffers from
amnesia.
Judge:
Amnesia...?
Lamiroir:
Lamiroir... is not my true
name.
Lamiroir:
Yet I remember nothing of the
time before I was given it.
Lamiroir:
...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.
Klavier:
There are little difficulties
for her, thanks to her
success.
Klavier:
Yet... I did not wish to
subject her to unnecessary
stress.
Judge:
Hmm... I see.
Judge:
I care surprisingly little
about people's pasts.
Judge:
You have nothing to fear in
this court, Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
...Thank you.
Lamiroir:
Yet there is something I do
not understand.
Lamiroir:
I am being called as a
witness? What might I say?
Lamiroir:
No one will tell me anything
of what happened...
Klavier:
Lamiroir, let me be frank.
Klavier:
I did not want to ask you
up here to testify.
Klavier:
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.
Judge:
...If nothing else, the sound
of your voice is welcome.
Judge:
Tell us what you saw the
night of the crime!
-- 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.
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.
Klavier:
Now we can only pray that the
defense has the sense to admit
defeat.
Klavier:
...And refrain from detaining
her here longer than need be.
Trucy:
Wow, you just got badder,
Apollo! Way to go!
Apollo:
Grr...
Judge:
Keep it short and sweet!
Apollo:
(Lamiroir wouldn't talk to
me the night of the crime.)
Apollo:
(She must know something, and
I've got to find out what!)
-- What I Saw --
Lamiroir:
As for what I saw... I saw
nothing.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
But you must have seen
something!
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse named you!
Lamiroir:
Mr. LeTouse...
Lamiroir:
...How can I tell you what I
don't know?
Apollo:
Lamiroir! He said you were a
witness with his dying words!
Lamiroir:
I do not know what he meant
to say, but that night...
Lamiroir:
That night, I was invited to
sing on stage, and this I did.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
It... It was a great concert.
Lamiroir:
You heard me sing? Thank you.
Apollo:
I was hoping to get an
autograph later, actually...
Lamiroir:
Of course.
Judge:
Mr. Justice! This is a
cross-examination!
You're out of line!
Judge:
...If anyone deserves an
autograph here, it's me.
One on my gavel would be nice.
Klavier:
Herr Judge.
Judge:
Wh-What's this?
Klavier:
It's my autograph.
Now keep this trial moving.
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Judge:
Oh, my grandchild will be
so happy!
Apollo:
(Apparently his grandson is
a big fan...)
Klavier:
Let us continue, shall we?
If you would, Lamiroir...
Klavier:
...Tell us what you did after
your stellar performance.
Lamiroir:
I did not return backstage
after the second set.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You did not return backstage
once? Where were you then?
What were you doing?
Lamiroir:
I was cleaning up on stage.
Lamiroir:
There are many things I must
do for a performance other
than simply sing.
Apollo:
And was Machi with you at the
time?
Lamiroir:
Unfortunately, I do not know
where he was...
Apollo:
(So much for an alibi for
Machi...)
((Present Brooch))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
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
Apollo:
...At the very scene of the
crime!
Klavier:
What...!?
Apollo:
...Lamiroir.
Apollo:
How did your brooch get
backstage if you did not go
there yourself?
Apollo:
And, as Prosecutor Gavin has
just told us...
Apollo:
...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:
.. .. .. .. .. ..
[symbols] .. ..
Klavier:
...She says, "English is
quite difficult."
Apollo:
That trick's not going to work
here!
Lamiroir:
[symbols] .. ..
Klavier:
"Your forehead may be large,
but you are a lawyer, truly."
Klavier:
"But... you have missed one
important fact."
Apollo:
What now?
Lamiroir:
[symbols] .. ..
Klavier:
"In fact, at the time of the
incident..."
Klavier:
"...I went backstage, but
only for a moment."
Apollo:
Wh-Whaat!?
Lamiroir:
[symbols] .. ..
[symbols]
Klavier:
"Think back to the moment
of the crime."
Klavier:
"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...
Apollo:
Ah!
Apollo:
(Is she talking about that!?)
Ema:
Watch this room for me.
I have to call for backup!
Apollo:
R-Right, understood.
Apollo:
You want me to make sure no
one comes in, right?
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse!
Can you hear me!?
LeTouse:
...Cold...so cold...
Witness...
Apollo:
Help is on the way!
LeTouse:
...si...si...ren...
Apollo:
(..."Siren"? How can a
siren witness anything...?)
Apollo:
Yipes! Ema!?
(What was that!?)
Apollo:
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.
Lamiroir:
Just a glance, mind you.
Klavier:
So this was when your brooch
dropped?
Klavier:
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.
Lamiroir:
I knew nothing of what had
happened, of course.
Lamiroir:
But the moment I opened the
door, I heard a horrible
voice.
Klavier:
Herr Forehead shouting, "Who's
there!" no doubt.
Klavier:
A horrible voice indeed...
Apollo:
Ugh...
Lamiroir:
I closed the door immediately.
Judge:
Well, that explains the
brooch.
Judge:
Let's return to your
testimony.
Apollo:
(That's too convenient...
She's hiding something!)
Apollo:
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...
((Testimony 3 Changes))
Lamiroir:
When my performance was
finished, I went backstage
for just a moment...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
What did you see in that
brief glimpse?
Lamiroir:
I had only opened the door
slightly when I heard that
horrible voice...
Judge:
...And shut the door.
Klavier:
I have always wondered, Herr
Forehead.
Klavier:
Does that voice of yours lack
a volume knob?
Apollo:
(It's my Chords of Steel, man.
Just back off!)
((Perceive Wrong))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
You may have seen the world,
but I've seen your heart.
Apollo:
You were flustered during
your testimony just now!
Lamiroir:
......
Lamiroir:
I do not understand what it
is you are saying.
Lamiroir:
Perhaps this is a joke, in
your culture?
Trucy:
She doesn't seem very
flustered to me, Apollo.
Apollo:
(Hmm. Maybe I got that one
wrong.)
Apollo:
(I have to look harder! I'll
find that weak spot!)
((Perceive Swallowing))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
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...
Apollo:
But the effort made you
swallow!
Apollo:
...You can't fool my eyes.
Lamiroir:
!
Lamiroir:
...It is true. It was so
terrible, after all.
Lamiroir:
Why did Mr. LeTouse have to
be shot?
Apollo:
One moment, Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
Yes...?
Apollo:
What was that you just said?
Apollo:
"Why did Mr. LeTouse have to
be shot?"
Lamiroir:
Yes...?
Apollo:
(She was hiding something,
I knew it!)
Apollo:
Lamiroir, I'm afraid you
haven't realized it, but...
Apollo:
...your words just now
contradict your testimony!
Lamiroir:
Eh?
How could that be!?
Apollo:
(...Take this!)
Apollo:
(Lamiroir contradicted her own
testimony, and I have the
evidence to prove it!)
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Lamiroir:
If I do not misunderstand the
meaning of "contradiction"...
Lamiroir:
...it is you who contradict,
Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Huh?
Lamiroir:
Your evidence... is
meaningless.
Apollo:
(Ack! Wrong evidence!)
Apollo:
(Gotta think this over...)
Apollo:
(What did she say again?)
Apollo:
("Why did Mr. LeTouse have to
be shot"?)
Apollo:
(That's right... That totally
contradicts her testimony!)
((Present Investigation Request))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Tell me, Lamiroir...
Apollo:
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.
Apollo:
This is the document proving
that.
Apollo:
In your testimony, you told
the court...
Apollo:
"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!
Apollo:
How could you have known!?
Lamiroir:
...!
Lamiroir:
Yeeeeeeeeeeoooooooowrk!
Judge:
Lamiroir!
Judge:
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.
Lamiroir:
Please... allow me to add
to my testimony.
Klavier:
...Of course.
Klavier:
All we want to know... is the
truth.
Trucy:
She looks kind of pale, huh?
Apollo:
She saw something, I know it.
Apollo:
Even the victim said so!
Lamiroir:
I saw bullet holes in the
wall, and knew Mr. LeTouse
had been shot...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Only a glimpse, yet you knew
they were bullet holes?
Lamiroir:
Yes. I recognized them
immediately.
Lamiroir:
I have seen bullet holes
before, you know.
Klavier:
You have traveled the world
as a singer...
Klavier:
You must have sung in places
far more dangerous than our
country.
Lamiroir:
I go wherever my voice is
needed. Those places... are
many, these days.
Trucy:
That's really cool!
I hope I get to travel like
Lamiroir some day.
Klavier:
I plan on recording my next
album overseas.
Klavier:
Their studios have a different
sound, you know.
Apollo:
(Hmm. Maybe I should go on a
Chords of Steel tour, too.)
Lamiroir:
Then I was led by the police
to Mr. Gavin's dressing room,
and told to wait there.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
With Machi, correct? How was
he then?
Lamiroir:
He seemed as he always does.
Lamiroir:
Though I believe he was
shocked by the news of
Mr. LeTouse's death.
Lamiroir:
Yet... He is not the type
to show much emotion.
Klavier:
Yes. He's given the police no
end of headaches.
Klavier:
He answers most questions with
silence... and those glinting
frames speak nothing.
Klavier:
The questioning hasn't gotten
very far.
Lamiroir:
We sat there, waiting...
Lamiroir:
That was where I learned that
something had happened...
But I wasn't told the details.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
How was the incident explained
to you?
Lamiroir:
I was told nothing in detail.
Only that Mr. LeTouse died.
Judge:
Of course, investigations
require some security.
Lamiroir:
But Mr. LeTouse was my
manager!
Lamiroir:
I wanted to know more.
I should have been told.
Lamiroir:
Both Machi and I were beside
ourselves with concern.
Klavier:
...Allow me to apologize. But
please understand...
Klavier:
...keeping you in the dark was
as painful for me as it was
for you.
Lamiroir:
Yes, I understand.
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...
Apollo:
(What wouldn't she tell me the
night of the murder?)
((Present Diagram))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Lamiroir. They call you the
Siren of the Ballad...
Apollo:
...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!?)
Apollo:
Observe the diagram!
Apollo:
Lamiroir, you looked in from
the door for just a moment.
Apollo:
Correct?
Lamiroir:
Y-Yes, that is so.
Apollo:
There were bullet holes in
the room, yes.
Apollo:
But they were in the wall
the door is on!
Lamiroir:
Eh...
Apollo:
You see?
Apollo:
Assuming you merely glanced
into the room...
Apollo:
...you couldn't have seen
those bullet holes!
Lamiroir:
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooowrk!
Judge:
......
Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
...Yes.
Judge:
I'm afraid the defense has
raised a good point.
Judge:
It appears you have been
holding back something.
Lamiroir:
...And I must tell you?
Lamiroir:
I must tell you what it is
that I saw?
Judge:
Yes.
Judge:
The happenings in this trial
are being recorded.
Judge:
And I'm certain it will be
on the news in Borginia.
Judge:
You understand your reputation
is at stake. It falls to you
to avoid tarnishing it.
Klavier:
Personally speaking...
Klavier:
I still believe that
cross-examining her will
yield us absolutely nothing.
Apollo:
But she knew how Mr. LeTouse
died!
Apollo:
And he named her as a witness!
Apollo:
You must have seen something,
Lamiroir!
Judge:
...Very well.
Judge:
Lamiroir... Please continue
your testimony.
Lamiroir:
...
Very well, I shall.
-- 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!
Judge:
So you did witness the
crime!
Judge:
And the killer was... a
grown person, you say?
Klavier:
Ach. This is my first time
hearing this, I assure you.
Klavier:
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.
Trucy:
...What's wrong? You don't
look too happy.
Apollo:
(This whole thing smells
fishy... That's what's
wrong.)
Trucy:
...?
-- What I Saw 2 --
Lamiroir:
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So you were heading toward
the dressing room?
Lamiroir:
Yes.
Apollo:
(So this is a little before
she opened the dressing room
door and dropped her brooch.)
Apollo:
(...About the same time Ema
and I heard those shots.)
Lamiroir:
I was on my way back...
Lamiroir:
how I saw it.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Um, what exactly is something
like a little window?
Lamiroir:
Yes, well...
Lamiroir:
"Window" is the best word I
know in English.
Lamiroir:
I think this is how it is
said, yes.
Klavier:
You need not worry, Lamiroir.
Your choice of words is
impeccable.
Klavier:
There is a small window in
the dressing room in question.
Klavier:
Perhaps the defense remembers
this detail?
Apollo:
(That little window on the
wall...)
Lamiroir:
I, er, saw the crime from
there.
Lamiroir:
stop it.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You are certain you heard
two shots fired?
Lamiroir:
Yes, quite certain.
Lamiroir:
I was on my way to the
backstage exit.
Lamiroir:
This was when I heard a faint
sound... like a gunshot.
Lamiroir:
Wondering what it had been,
I peered through the window.
Lamiroir:
That is when I heard the
second gunshot, much closer.
Apollo:
(And there were two bullet
holes at the scene... no
contradictions so far.)
Lamiroir:
...It all happened on the
other side of that window.
Lamiroir:
There was nothing I could do.
Lamiroir:
But it wasn't Machi!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
It wasn't Machi who shot...
Are you sure?
Lamiroir:
Yes, quite certain.
Klavier:
Ah ha ha...
Klavier:
It amuses me that you would
question her testimony.
Klavier:
It is testimony in your favor!
Isn't it my job to object?
Trucy:
Yeah, Apollo, what were you
thinking!?
Apollo:
Trucy... Let's just listen
to what Lamiroir has to say.
Apollo:
Can you tell me how you were
so sure?
Lamiroir:
Yes, of course.
You see...
Lamiroir:
It was a grown person!
...I know it was!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
A "grown person"... That's a
little vague.
Lamiroir:
I am sorry.
Lamiroir:
My skill with your language
is... lacking, I know.
Judge:
Certainly you could at least
see whether the shooter was
male or female?
Lamiroir:
......
Lamiroir:
It was a man. A young man.
Judge:
And you're sure of that?
Lamiroir:
Yes, his voice was quite
clear.
Apollo:
Voice...?
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
Looking at this diagram, it
seems the dressing room was
quite cluttered.
Judge:
It does seem likely that you
wouldn't have had a clear
view of the shooter.
Lamiroir:
As a singer, I rely more on my
ears than my eyes.
Lamiroir:
When I hear a voice, I do not
forget it.
Lamiroir:
That voice... was the voice of
a man.
Klavier:
So you heard a voice. But
wait...
Klavier:
...Couldn't that have been
the victim, Mr. LeTouse?
Lamiroir:
Absolutely not. Did I not just
say that I do not forget a
voice?
Lamiroir:
If it was Mr. LeTouse who
spoke, I would have known.
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed.
Judge:
So you were at the window, and
you heard the shooter's voice,
the voice of a young man.
Trucy:
Apollo! This is a good
testimony!
Trucy:
That proves it wasn't Machi!
Apollo:
......
Judge:
Indeed...
Judge:
If this turns out to be true,
it would cast this case in a
considerably different light.
Judge:
What is the defense's opinion
of this testimony...?
[ It's pretty good ]
Apollo:
...Well, I'd have to say
it's pretty good. Vital, even.
Apollo:
This shows that the shooter
wasn't Machi...
Klavier:
Hah!
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
Surely you can't be serious,
Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
Wh-Why not!?
[ It's contradictory ]
Apollo:
Though it pains me to say
this...
Apollo:
...There's something about
Lamiroir's testimony that
rings false.
Lamiroir:
...!
Klavier:
Heh. Bravo, Herr Forehead.
Klavier:
You're colder than I thought.
Apollo:
(I'm sure you remember what
the problem is as well as I
do, Gavin.)
Apollo:
As has been established...
Apollo:
No grown man could pass
through that air vent.
Apollo:
He couldn't have fled the
scene of the crime.
Lamiroir:
......
Trucy:
B-But that means Lamiroir
has to be lying!
Apollo:
I know, and I know it's bad
for our case, but I can't
shut my eyes to this.
Apollo:
(Believe me, the idea was
tempting...)
Klavier:
It is as Herr Forehead says.
Klavier:
Yet, this is not the only
contradiction within her
testimony.
Apollo:
Wh-What next!?
(What's he talking about?)
Trucy:
You can't ask for a better
testimony than that!
Apollo:
I'm not so sure it's all
that simple, Trucy.
Apollo:
(There's a critical flaw in
this testimony...)
Apollo:
(And I have to point it out,
even if it isn't good for
our case...)
((Pressed 5))
Klavier:
Lamiroir.
Klavier:
I understand why you would
want to protect Machi.
Klavier:
Yet remember, you are the
Siren of the Ballad...
Klavier:
...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...
Klavier:
...that window was closed.
Klavier:
I find it hard to believe you
could hear a voice through it.
Lamiroir:
What!? B-But I...
I'm sure...
Klavier:
...Lamiroir.
Klavier:
I have nothing but the highest
regard for your musical sense.
Klavier:
...But my opinion of you as a
witness is somewhat lesser.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
B-But she's the only
eye-witness we have!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
So you say.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
Herr Judge!
Judge:
Yes?
Klavier:
The prosecution requests that
the witness... be excused.
Klavier:
Please.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
I'm afraid I must honor
the prosecution's request.
Judge:
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.
Judge:
You may continue making your
case.
Klavier:
...Danke.
Now where were we?
Klavier:
Ah yes, I would like to hear
from Fräulein Detective again.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Wait! Let me hear Lamiroir's
testimony one last time...
Judge:
But the cross-examination is
already over.
Judge:
Until such a time as a need
arises...
Judge:
...this witness may leave
the stand.
Lamiroir:
......
Lamiroir:
I'm sorry I could not be of
more assistance.
Klavier:
......
Klavier:
At last, back to the real
trial.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
And I never repeat a song
for an encore.
Judge:
...If you would, Ms. Skye.
Ema:
...Hmph.
Ema:
I believe I was saying that
the only way Mr. LeTouse's
killer could have escaped...
Ema:
...was through that air vent
on the ceiling.
Judge:
Ah, yes, there was only one
door in the room.
Judge:
And a witness, you, was
standing in front of it.
Ema:
That air vent isn't very
big, see.
Ema:
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.
Ema:
Remember, the whole backstage
area was off-limits to people
not involved with the concert.
Ema:
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.
Judge:
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!
Trucy:
Remember when we found Machi?
That was bizarre!
Apollo:
(She's right...)
Apollo:
(Why did Mr. LeTouse's body
disappear from the room...)
Apollo:
(...and end up on top of that
stage tower?)
Apollo:
(...Holding a guitar, no
less.)
Klavier:
...A perceptive observation,
Herr Judge.
Judge:
Ah, er, thanks! It was kind
of an accident, really.
Judge:
But you work in this job
long enough...
Judge:
...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.
Klavier:
Why was the body moved?
Klavier:
And how does that lead us
to the killer!?
-- 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.
Apollo:
Lamiroir's... song?
Klavier:
Yes...
"The Guitar's Serenade".
Klavier:
You noticed its "code" too,
did you not?
Apollo:
Its "code"...?
Klavier:
All the events that day
followed the lyrics to
our song.
Klavier:
First, the keys my "heart"
held on to so tightly were
stolen.
Apollo:
Then Prosecutor Gavin's guitar
burst into flames on stage.
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse's life was
taken by a bullet...
Klavier:
The rest hardly needs
explanation...
Klavier:
"Guitar, Guitar...
Up together to the sky."
Judge:
Th-That's mad!
Jduge:
It's like a story out of
some fairy tale!
Apollo:
(I admit, I'd forgotten about
the song...)
Apollo:
(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...
Judge:
...But killing!?
Klavier:
It's a wild world out there,
Herr Judge.
Judge:
Very well!
Judge:
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...)
-- The Missing Body --
Ema:
I believe Machi stole the
body because of some lyrics.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Who would steal a body just
to match some lyrics!?
Ema:
I didn't believe it myself.
But it can't just be a
coincidence.
Klavier:
It is as Fräulein Detective
says.
Klavier:
Let us begin with the first
verse. If you would, Fräulein
Detective.
Ema:
What? You want me to sing it?
Klavier:
You are the witness, ja?
Or did you want me to sing?
Klavier:
I warn you, my fee as vocalist
is not trivial.
Ema:
Fine, fine!
Er, ahem.
Ema:
Let's look at the first
part of the lyrics, shall we?
Ema:
"When you stole away the keys
my heart held on to so tight."
Klavier:
Indeed, my favorite
heart-shaped key ring
was stolen that morning.
Ema:
Next, we go to the right page
of the lyrics sheet.
Ema:
Where we find...
"Burning on in my heart. Fire.
Burn my love away. All away."
Ema:
As we know, Prosecutor Gavin's
guitar burst into flame.
Ema:
"Like a bullet of love. Fire.
Take my life away. All away."
Ema:
Mr. LeTouse's life was taken
by a bullet.
Klavier:
Bravo, Fräulein Detective.
Your singing... it's not bad.
Klavier:
No, for the finale!
Klavier:
"Guitar, Guitar...
Up together to the sky."
Klavier:
As it says in the lyrics,
Mr. LeTouse...
Klavier:
...was found with a guitar,
high in the "sky" over the
stage.
Klavier:
No series of coincidences
could be so well conceived!
Ema:
He's right.
...Scientifically speaking.
Apollo:
(What would Wocky have said?
..."That concert was wack.")
Trucy:
It's hard to argue when she
pours her heart into it like
that.
Ema:
Ah, er, ahem! Anyway, the
shooter...
Ema:
He moved the body to match
Lamiroir's song.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Does the prosecution have any
idea why he'd do all this?
Ema:
You want my scientific
opinion? "No clue."
Ema:
But, he clearly had a reason
to go through all that
trouble. Some deep reason.
Apollo:
A deep reason?
Klavier:
Not only did he steal my
keys, he torched my guitar!
Klavier:
...Unforgivable acts even if
he had a reason... and worse
if he had none!
Ema:
The diva's complaints aside,
I can't imagine someone doing
this on "just a whim".
Klavier:
Fräulein Detective! I take
offense at that description...
Judge:
Indeed, it does seem too well
rehearsed, shall we say.
Ema:
Yes. This crime was planned
for sure.
Ema:
No one in this country had
a motive to kill the victim.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
But... Mr. LeTouse spoke
English!
Apollo:
He may have come to this
country before!
Ema:
I looked into that, I assure
you.
Apollo:
Oh.
Ema:
...It was his first time in
the country, it seems.
Ema:
Apparently, he learned English
on his own.
Apollo:
(Great...)
Klavier:
You see?
Klavier:
No one here had a motive to
kill him, and certainly not in
such an elaborate fashion.
Judge:
Hmm... It does seem difficult
to imagine.
Ema:
Unless our famous prosecutor
did it as a publicity stunt.
Klavier:
Wh-What did you say!?
Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin! You did this
to promote your song!?
Klavier:
......
Klavier:
Of course not, and I am quite
dismayed by the ludicrous
nature of her claim.
Klavier:
Why would I need promotion?
Everyone already listens to
my music.
Trucy:
They're even in my textbook
at school.
Apollo:
(And I'd never heard of them.
What does that say about me?)
Ema:
I was just kidding! Don't get
all worked up, glimmer-boy.
Ema:
And, Machi practically left
his signature at the scene.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
What do you mean by his
"signature"?
Ema:
The bullet holes in the wall,
of course.
Apollo:
The bullet holes...?
Ema:
The revolver was fired twice.
Ema:
One shot missed, and left a
hole in the wall.
Judge:
And that means what, exactly?
Ema:
That dressing room isn't
exactly spacious.
Ema:
Picture the shooter facing
off with the victim in there.
Ema:
They can't have been more than
five feet apart.
Ema:
It would be difficult, almost
impossible to miss at that
range.
Judge:
Difficult to miss, you say?
Ema:
Very.
Ema:
Assuming the shooter could
properly aim.
Apollo:
No! Y-You can't be serious...
Trucy:
Machi! He can't see...
Trucy:
...That's why he missed?
Ema:
It's the only explanation that
makes sense.
Ema:
He used sound and other senses
to fire the gun...
Ema:
...poorly.
Klavier:
That reminds me, the monitor
in that room was blaring at
the time, ja?
Klavier:
Hardly ideal conditions for
tracking by sound.
Judge:
A blind shooter...
Judge:
No wonder he missed!
Apollo:
(I knew those bullet holes
would come back to haunt me.)
Apollo:
(Think Justice, what do I do
now!?)
[ Sit back and watch ]
Apollo:
(He couldn't see, so the first
shot missed...)
Apollo:
(...As explanations go, it's
airtight.)
Judge:
Hmm... It appears the shooter
did leave his signature.
Judge:
I'm afraid this is looking
bad for our young defendant.
Judge:
The witness may continue with
her testimony.
Ema:
You got it.
[ Raise an objection ]
Apollo:
Sure, there were bullet holes
left in the wall...
Apollo:
...but that doesn't prove the
shooter couldn't see!
Klavier:
Oh? How so?
Apollo:
Well, there could have been
a struggle with the victim.
Judge:
Hmm, that's certainly
possible.
Apollo:
And... it might have been the
revolver's fault.
Judge:
The revolver...?
Apollo:
The revolver was a very large
caliber, correct?
Judge:
If the shooter wasn't used to
firing such a large weapon...
Judge:
Why, it could dislocate their
shoulder.
Apollo:
...Exactly.
Apollo:
The defendant, Machi Tobaye,
is, as you can see, tiny.
Apollo:
It's not so hard to picture
him firing the gun and
missing entirely!
Apollo:
The kickback alone would
throw off his aim.
Judge:
......
Klavier:
......
Ema:
......
Judge:
A convincing argument, to be
sure.
Apollo:
(Ha ha! Take that, smug
prosecution!)
Trucy:
Um, Apollo?
Apollo:
Huh? What?
Trucy:
That bit about Machi being
tiny...
Trucy:
...and the gun throwing off
his aim?
Trucy:
Um, aren't you kind of, um...
Trucy:
...admitting that he did it?
Apollo:
......Oh.
Klavier:
It does not matter why he
missed.
Klavier:
What matters is that the
shooter was, without a doubt,
the defendant.
Klavier:
Even the defense seems to
agree on that point.
Apollo:
Yurk!
Uhh...
Apollo:
(Cripes! I really put my foot
in it this time!)
Klavier:
But, let's get the facts of
the matter on the record.
Klavier:
If you would, Fräulein
Detective.
Judge:
add this to her testimony.
Ema:
Right.
Ema:
From the state of the crime
scene, I conclude the shooter
was blind.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You can't say he was blind
just because of those bullet
holes in the wall!
Apollo:
I think I've proven that!
Ema:
...I wouldn't call it "proof",
per se.
Apollo:
Huh?
Klavier:
You've merely raised a
"possibility".
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
Fräulein Detective has made
a most logical conjecture
based upon the evidence.
Klavier:
Of course, there is more
evidence than just bullet
holes.
Klavier:
The defendant was the only one
who could have escaped through
the air vent.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
But wait! If he was blind...
Apollo:
...how would he know about the
air vent in the first place?
Klavier:
...Ah, a very good point.
Well, Fräulein Detective?
If you would care to explain?
Apollo:
(He certainly seems sure of
himself...)
Ema:
Recall the crime scene,
if you would.
Ema:
There was a stepladder below
the air vent.
Ema:
As it happens, maintenance
was scheduled for that day.
Ema:
Custodial staff went around
checking all the air vents.
Apollo:
I don't believe it.
Ema:
Everyone backstage was told
about the maintenance.
Ema:
...Including Machi Tobaye.
Ema:
He would have known that there
would be a way out at the top
of that stepladder.
Apollo:
But that's... Why is this the
first time I'm hearing about
this!?
Klavier:
You could have figured it out
for yourself.
Klavier:
You only needed to consider
what that stepladder was
doing there.
Judge:
...Looks like the defense's
objection has been squished
by a stepladder.
Klavier:
Klavier:
Out of ammunition, perhaps?
Apollo:
(I've never seen Prosecutor
Gavin so... so aggressive!)
Apollo:
(Maybe he's caught the scent
of blood...)
Trucy:
Apollo! Don't you have
something? Anything?
Trucy:
You know what we need...
Trucy:
We need something to prove
the killer could see!
Trucy:
That'll put him in his place!
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
(Proving the shooter was
sighted would do it.)
Apollo:
(That would take down one of
their central points...)
Apollo:
(Do I have any evidence that
can prove that though...?)
[ No such luck ]
Apollo:
that proves the shooter
could see!)
Klavier:
Your face does not exactly
project... confidence.
Ema:
Maybe you should just accept
it and move on?
Trucy:
Apollo! Grow a backbone!
Judge:
Very well. The witness may
continue her testimony.
Apollo:
(I couldn't even get a word
in edgewise...)
[ I've got just the thing! ]
Apollo:
Fine... I accept the
prosecution's challenge.
Klavier:
As I knew you would, Herr
Forehead.
Apollo:
(What exactly am I up against
here...?)
Apollo:
(The prosecution is saying
the shooter missed because
he or she couldn't see...)
Apollo:
(Therefore, Machi, who's
blind, did it.)
Judge:
The defense will please
present their evidence.
Judge:
...Evidence that overturns the
prosecution's claim that the
shooter couldn't see!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
......
Judge:
I'm not sure that overturns
anything, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(Ugh. Wrong evidence, I'm
guessing...)
Klavier:
Apparently both love... and
Justice are blind.
Apollo:
(I have to think! There must
be something... anything!)
((Present Crime Photo))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This is that evidence!
((continued from this line

as if crime photo directly
presented during testimony))
Ema:
All of the evidence clearly
points to the defendant.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
But, but you can't say that
for sure!
Ema:
Please, none of those
non-scientific objections.
They're bad for my complexion.
Apollo:
What's so scientific about
a murder to lyrics!?
Ema:
Lyrics can be explained
scientifically!
Ema:
...Never underestimate the
power of science!
Apollo:
(Put that bottle of finger-
printing powder down before
you hurt someone, like me!)
Apollo:
OK, then explain it!
Scientifically!
Ema:
......
Ema:
I require more data.
Apollo:
(Hah! Likely story...)
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.)
Apollo:
(Even though Machi's case is
leaking water by the gallon.)
Apollo:
(Gavin's on a roll, and it's
up to me to stop him!)
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
The prosecution holds that the
"shooter couldn't see".
Ema:
A scientific conclusion based
on a thorough examination of
the crime scene, yes.
Apollo:
Apparently not thorough
enough.
Apollo:
I have a certain piece of
evidence that completely
overturns your claim!
Ema:
Wh-What!?
Klavier:
......
Judge:
The photograph of the crime
scene...?
Apollo:
(I don't care much for the
smirk on Prosecutor Gavin's
face...)
Apollo:
(But this is no time to think
twice... Time to press on!)
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor, the crime
scene.
Apollo:
There is something in here
that decisively contradicts
the prosecution's point!
Klavier:
Then perhaps you'd best show
us this "something".
Klavier:
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!
Judge:
The contradiction at the
scene of the crime is...
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Look! The contradiction's
right there! Plain as day!
Judge:
......
Judge:
Your finger has a force of
weight...
Judge:
...that I'm afraid your
argument lacks, Mr. Justice.
I see nothing!
Apollo:
(Ugh... What a time to mess
up.)
Klavier:
I believe all he has added
to our understanding of this
photo... is his fingerprint.
Klavier:
I would hope you could refrain
from soiling the evidence,
Herr Forehead.
Judge:
Perhaps Mr. Justice would care
to try again?
((Present Smeared Blood))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The contradiction is right
here!
Ema:
The smeared blood stains...!
Judge:
Hmm... I thought it was just
my blurry vision.
Judge:
But it really was blurry!
Judge:
The way the victim's hand
is raised above his head...
Judge:
...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!
Trucy:
And what would he write but
the shooter's name?
Trucy:
And what would he write it in
but his own blood?
Pretty good, huh?
Apollo:
(Thanks for making my point
for me...)
Apollo:
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...
Ema:
...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...
Judge:
...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?
Apollo:
You agree this was the victim
making an attempt to record
the name of the killer?
Apollo:
...And that the killer tried
to rub the name out?
Ema:
What's your point?
Apollo:
What's my point!?
Apollo:
Let me ask you this:
Apollo:
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...
Ema:
...Wait.
Judge:
Once he "saw" what it was...?
Apollo:
But what did you just testify
about the shooter?
Ema:
I said... they were blind.
Ema:
Ack!!!
Apollo:
Yet the crime scene itself
contradicts that!
Apollo:
The killer had to have been
able to see!
Apollo:
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!
Apollo:
He couldn't have been the
shooter!
Ema:
Urk...
Immmmmmposssssibbleee!
Judge:
P-Prosecutor Gavin!
Judge:
Please explain to me what
all this means!?
Klavier:
......
Judge:
I mean, looking at this
photo...
Judge:
It seems quite clear that the
shooter could see!
Judge:
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...
Klavier:
...during our concert!
Apparently, this caused some
confusion over jurisdiction.
Klavier:
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.
Trucy:
Why is Prosecutor Gavin all
relaxed and smiling like that?
Trucy:
Like he knows something we
don't... and he's about to
tell us.
Klavier:
Heh heh heh.
I've got an idea...
Klavier:
Let's rock!
Klavier:
...With these documents.
But before that.
Klavier:
I have a question for the
Klavier:
If I may?
Ema:
Wh-What?
Klavier:
Tell me...
Klavier:
Why do you think that
Machi Tobaye is blind?
Ema:
Huh...?
Apollo:
Wh-What did he say?
Ema:
What are you saying?
Ema:
Of course he's blind!
Klavier:
Of course...?
Ema:
H-He's the blind pianist,
right?
Ema:
So... So he's...
Ema:
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.
Klavier:
According to this, Machi
Tobaye...
Klavier:
...can see perfectly well.
----------------------------
Machi Tobaye
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Defendant in this case.
Concealed the fact that
he could actually see.
----------------------------
Ema:
What...?
Klavier:
His blindness was merely a
publicity ploy by those
clever Borginians.
Klavier:
He can see quite well.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
B-But you said...
Klavier:
...What did I say, exactly?
Apollo:
!
Klavier:
Herr Forehead, not once in
the course of this trial...
Klavier:
...have I claimed the
defendant was blind.
Klavier:
The only one who did was
Apollo:
Bu-But that's...
Klavier:
...A significant fact, yes!
Consider: Machi Tobaye sees.
Klavier:
And he was the only one who
could have fled through the
air vent.
Klavier:
I see no problems with this.
Ema:
But what about the bullet
holes in the wall?
Klavier:
Yes, the bullet holes.
Klavier:
I believe Herr Forehead neatly
explained those for us.
Klavier:
He didn't miss because he
couldn't see.
Klavier:
It was the kickback from the
Klavier:
A simple accident, in other
words.
Apollo:
Ack...!
Klavier:
How's that?
Klavier:
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:
Yeeeeeaaaaaarrrrrrrggh!
Klavier:
I knew you didn't have what
it took.
Ema:
You... You jerk!
Ema:
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!
Ema:
I can't leave like this.
Ema:
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...
Ema:
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!
Ema;
It's called Luminol!
Ema:
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.
Klavier:
In order to perform blood
tests, that section was
removed and submitted.
Klavier:
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!
Ema:
Just touch the screen to
spray an area.
Ema:
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"...
Ema:
...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.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
...Daryan, are you there?
Come up to the witness stand!
Klavier:
Daryan... you heard what we
need.
Klavier:
Go check into this Interpol
ID number.
Daryan:
Sure thing. Gimme 30 minutes.
No... Gimme 27.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
I'm not sure what to think
of all this.
Judge:
The prosecution's case is
airtight, or so it seems.
Judge:
Yet if this number is really
that of an Interpol agent...
Ema:
Oh, wait, I know...
Ema:
What if Machi Tobaye's really
an undercover Interpol agent?
Klavier:
That would be a possibility.
Judge:
A possibility, yes.
Judge:
And one that would mark him
as the killer for certain.
Apollo:
(Why did LeTouse know an
Interpol ID number...?)
Apollo:
(That's what I want to know.)
Klavier:
Well, we have some time while
we await Daryan's report.
Klavier:
Let's work on unraveling
another mystery, shall we?
Klavier:
A curious mystery concerning
Machi Tobaye.
Apollo:
...What are you talking about?
Klavier:
Fräulein Detective, please
accept my apologies.
Klavier:
I received word that the
defendant could, in fact, see,
just before the trial began.
Klavier:
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...
Ema:
Why did Machi pretend he
couldn't see?
Klavier:
Exactly... It makes little
sense.
Klavier:
What do you think, Herr
Forehead?
Apollo:
Huh? Me?
Klavier:
Machi Tobaye pretended he
was blind...
Klavier:
...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?
Klavier:
Do you think, perhaps, this is
all some kind of game?
Klavier:
Know that the moment I heard
that report...
Klavier:
...I knew why.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
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.
Klavier:
But it wasn't for his own
sake.
...Getting the picture now?
Apollo:
It wasn't for himself...!?
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
Can you present evidence that
shows us why the defendant
had to feign blindness?
[ I haven't a clue ]
Apollo:
......
(I have no idea!)
Klavier:
Ah ha ha ha. Herr Forehead,
I'm disappointed in you.
Klavier:
Unless you're merely
"feigning" stupidity? Ja?
Apollo:
(Keep it up wise guy...)
Klavier:
Recall the relationship of
Lamiroir and Machi Tobaye.
Klavier:
In particular, their
arrangement over the years
before visiting our country.
Ema:
Lamiroir and her pianist...
Ema:
They would always walk
together, she leading him
by the hand.
Ema:
Even when they got on stage,
she would lead him to the
piano.
Ema:
She would walk all the way
over there with him!
Klavier:
That's right. Because he was
"blind". Or so we thought...
Klavier:
She led him at all times.
All times.
Judge:
All times... Hmm.
Klavier:
Yet we now know that Machi
could see perfectly well.
Klavier:
Why keep up the charade?
Judge:
Well, wasn't it part of their,
er, performance?
Klavier:
There is a simpler
explanation, Herr Judge.
Klavier:
Machi did not need to be
led by the hand at all.
Klavier:
Which means...
Apollo:
Aaaaah!
You don't mean---!?
Klavier:
I do.
It was the other way around!
Klavier:
The one who needed to be
led by the hand...
Klavier:
...was Lamiroir!
Judge:
Wh-What's this...?
Judge:
S-So you mean to say that
Lamiroir is... she's...
Klavier:
Blind as a bat, Herr Judge.
Ema:
Wha...
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Judge:
Judge:
This is crazy, Prosecutor
Gavin!
[ Show evidence ]
Apollo:
(Machi had no reason to
pretend he couldn't see...)
Apollo:
(Which means... No.
It couldn't be!)
Klavier:
...Good show, Herr Forehead.
Klavier:
It seems you've thought of
something.
Apollo:
(Grr... Why can't I figure
these things out on my own?)
Apollo:
(I hate having to take my
cues from this guy.)
Apollo:
...Very well.
Look at this.
Apollo:
This is why he was pretending
he couldn't see!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
What... is that supposed to
mean?
Judge:
I don't see how it relates
to the defendant's vision
or lack thereof.
Apollo:
Well, see, it...
(...is the wrong piece of
evidence.)
Judge:
I do see how your lack of an
answer relates to this
penalty, however!
((continue from "I haven't a clue"))
((Present Postcard))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
That is... Lamiroir?
Apollo:
Lamiroir and Machi Tobaye.
Apollo:
Recall their relationship.
Apollo:
In particular, their unique
arrangement over the years
before visiting our country.
Ema:
Lamiroir and her pianist...
Ema:
They would always walk
together, she leading him
by the hand.
Ema:
Even when they got on stage,
she would lead him to the
piano.
Ema:
She would walk all the way
over there with him!
Apollo:
That's right. Because he was
"blind".
Apollo:
She led him at all times,
never letting him go.
Judge:
All times... Hmm.
Apollo:
Yet, we have just learned
something that makes their
arrangement peculiar indeed.
Apollo:
Machi could see!
Apollo:
Why did they have to keep
up this act the whole time?
Judge:
Well, wasn't it part of their,
er, performance?
Apollo:
I think there's a simpler
explanation.
Apollo:
Machi did not need to be
led by the hand at all.
Apollo:
That can only mean one thing.
Ema:
Ah! Aaaaaaaaaa...
Really!?
Apollo:
Really. It was all the other
way around.
Apollo:
The one who needed to be
led by the hand...
Apollo:
...was Lamiroir!
Judge:
Wh-What's this...?
Judge:
S-So you mean to say that
Lamiroir is... she's...
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor.
Lamiroir is blind.
Ema:
Wha...
Judge:
Judge:
This is crazy, Prosecutor
Gavin!
Klavier:
Is it now?
Judge:
Please... Please shed some
sanity on this madness!
Judge:
The defense has made an
outrageous claim...
Klavier:
The only thing outrageous I
see about the defense is
his vast forehead...
Klavier:
...Yet I see it is not vast
in vain. This time.
Klavier:
He's quite correct.
Judge:
B-But that makes no sense!
Ema:
Yeah! Wasn't she supposed to
be the "landscape painter in
sound" or something?
----------------------------
Lamiroir
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Famed singer from Borginia.
Hid the fact that she is
blind.
----------------------------
Klavier:
Well, since we have her
here...
Ema:
!
Klavier:
...Why not ask Lamiroir
herself?
Klavier:
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...
Apollo:
I hadn't even imagined it
until now!
Judge:
Bailiff! Bring in Lamiroir!
Klavier:
...Lamiroir.
Klavier:
It pains me deeply to call
you before us again in this
way.
Klavier:
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...
Lamiroir:
...would one day grow to
entangle the entire world.
Judge:
So... so you are...!?
Lamiroir:
Yes. As I mentioned before...
Lamiroir:
...I have no memory of the
time before I became Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
Know too that my memories
begin in darkness.
Lamiroir:
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.
Klavier:
Will you testify to the
court about your eyes?
Lamiroir:
Of course.
Lamiroir:
It was never my intent to
deceive any of you.
Lamiroir:
May I begin, Your Honor?
Judge:
Uh, yes, yes of course...
Judge:
Though I admit, I'm a little
lost here.
Apollo:
I think we're all a bit
lost here, Your Honor.
-- 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.
Judge:
But... this is a murder
trial!
Lamiroir:
I apologize. It was part of
my contract, you see.
Lamiroir:
I was to keep my blindness a
secret, no matter what.
Lamiroir:
Music is everything for me.
I never imagined something
like this would...
Klavier:
She told us the truth in the
beginning.
Klavier:
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!?
Apolo:
There was one thing in her
testimony that bothered me.
Klavier:
Perhaps it is best we let
you get it out of your system.
Klavier:
Someday you'll come to
understand...
Klavier:
...the importance of thinking
for yourself.
Judge:
proceed.
Judge:
However...
Judge:
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...)
Apollo:
(Just let me ask about that
and I'll be happy.)
-- Lamiroir's Eyes --
Lamiroir:
I have no memory of the
"light".
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So, you don't know why you
went blind?
Lamiroir:
...I do not.
Lamiroir:
I may have been born this way,
in fact.
Klavier:
...It's fruitless to attempt
to pry into her past.
Klavier:
And, I might add, it's a
delicate subject.
Judge:
I'm not sure we can reasonably
expect Mr. Justice to do
anything delicately.
Apollo:
(Hey! Why I oughta... take
a deep breath and calm down.)
Lamiroir:
What I am now is all that
I have.
Lamiroir:
It is enough, I think.
Lamiroir:
I debuted in a world of
darkness and sound...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Weren't you nervous to hit
the stage in your condition?
Lamiroir:
No, not at all, surprisingly.
Lamiroir:
It felt natural, singing in
front of everyone.
Judge:
It's not something just
anyone can do.
Klavier:
She has talent, that much is
quite clear.
Klavier:
You might even say she is
beloved by the gods of music.
Lamiroir:
Even without light, I live
perfectly happy in my
world of sound.
Lamiroir:
If that is a talent, as you
say, then I thank the gods
responsible.
Apollo:
What about your PR motto?
Lamiroir:
My producer came up with my
PR line before he knew this.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Perhaps your music reminded
him of the Borginian scenery?
Lamiroir:
Ah ha ha. No, it was quite
the opposite.
Apollo:
The opposite?
Lamiroir:
According to my producer...
Lamiroir:
...my music has a certain
"global" quality.
Judge:
Global?
Lamiroir:
Multicultural, if you will.
Hard to pin to one region.
Lamiroir:
When people listen to it, they
picture the country closest
to their hearts.
Lamiroir:
Which is why my music has
reached so many.
Trucy:
What a lovely story!
Klavier:
It sounds like this producer
might have known what he was
doing after all.
Lamiroir:
My songs are nothing more than
a white canvas.
Lamiroir:
To me, the real landscape
painter [sic] are the listeners.
Lamiroir:
When I think of that, I do
not mind how I am represented
to the world so much.
Lamiroir:
Yet, one thing quickly led
to another...
Lamiroir:
So, silly as it may sound,
I had to pretend I could see.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Was that to protect your
image as the "landscape
painter in sound"?
Lamiroir:
That does not matter so much
to me, really.
Lamiroir:
But the label is quite
concerned about it, I think.
Trucy:
A landscape painter who can't
see... that's like a pianist
who can't play, huh.
Apollo:
I'm not sure you can compare
your father to Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
The world of commercial music
is filled with these little
white lies.
Lamiroir:
Nothing is sacred when it
comes to publicity...
Lamiroir:
Everyone on my staff knew, of
course, but no others.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
When you say your staff, do
you include Mr. LeTouse?
Lamiroir:
Of course. He was my manager.
Apollo:
(So he knew... and that's
what's been bugging me!)
Judge:
Something the matter,
Mr. Justice?
Klavier:
I believe I know what is
bothering our young defense
attorney.
Klavier:
...You are thinking of when
you discovered the body, yes?
Apollo:
...!
Trucy:
Is he right, Apollo?
Apollo:
...Yes, I was.
LeTouse:
......Nnnh......
Apollo:
...!
(He... He's alive!)
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse!
Can you hear me!?
LeTouse:
Witness...
Apollo:
Help is on the way!
LeTouse:
...Can't s...see...
Apollo:
LeTouse:
...si...si...ren...
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse told me to ask the
witness, and he named you.
Lamiroir:
...!
Apollo:
Why would he do that?
Apollo:
He knew you were blind!
Lamiroir:
I... I don't know...
Klavier:
Tsk, tsk.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
What did I just say?
Klavier:
You need to learn to think
for yourself.
Apollo:
Meaning what...?
Klavier:
There is no mystery here if
you recall everything he said.
Klavier:
Think of his last words once
more.
Judge:
"The witness... siren"?
Judge:
We've heard them many times.
Along with a little
play-acting by our defense.
Klavier:
I remember them well myself,
but that statement is not to
what I refer.
Klavier:
I mean what he said before
that.
Apollo:
...Before?
(What came before that...?)
Apollo:
Ack!
Klavier:
...That's right. He tried to
tell you.
Klavier:
When he said "can't see" he
wasn't talking about himself.
Klavier:
He was talking about the
witness!
Judge:
I see!
Klavier:
Too bad the defense did not.
Klavier:
Klavier:
Try relaxing and "looking" at
the facts first next time.
Apollo:
...Urk!
Apollo:
(I suppose that's her
confession, of sorts.)
Apollo:
(There's just one part that
bothers me...)
Apollo:
(...And I'm going to get to
the bottom of it.)
((Pressed 5))
Judge:
Order! Order!
Klavier:
Recall Lamiroir's earlier
testimony...
Lamiroir:
Lamiroir:
stop it.
Judge:
But she couldn't have heard
those gunshots!
Judge:
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.
Klavier:
...Why else would he have
named her as the witness?
Apollo:
Ah...
Lamiroir:
But I really did hear them!
Lamiroir:
Two gunshots... and the
man's voice!
Klavier:
Unfortunately, such a thing
was impossible. The window
was closed.
Klavier:
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:
...!
Judge:
Well let's hear it!
Judge:
...We will continue this
cross-examination afterward.
Judge:
Detective Crescend! Your
report please!
Daryan:
I asked Interpol about that
number.
Daryan:
I'm sure you'll find their
answer intriguing.
Klavier:
...Quick work as always,
Daryan.
Judge:
Well, tell us about the
number!
Judge:
Is the defendant a secret
agent!?
Daryan:
"IPXX314206"...
Daryan:
The agent registered under
that number...
Daryan:
...was Romein LeTouse.
----------------------------
LeTouse
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Victim in this case, actually
an undercover Interpol agent.
----------------------------
Klavier:
What...?
Daryan:
Our undercover Interpol agent
was Mr. LeTouse himself!
Daryan:
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.
Daryan:
And a cautious killer tried
to wipe them away.
Trucy:
Mr. LeTouse was an undercover
Interpol agent...
Trucy:
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.
Daryan:
Apparently, it belonged to
Romein LeTouse.
Daryan:
He had an Interpol permit to
carry firearms.
Daryan:
...And the registration number
on the revolver matched.
----------------------------
Revolver
Type: Weapons
Retrieved from
The murder weapon. A deadly,
high-caliber revolver belonging
to Mr. LeTouse.
----------------------------
Klavier:
So the victim was killed with
his own weapon, which makes
sense.
Klavier:
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...)
Apollo:
(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.
Daryan:
...I'll be heading out...
*HOLD IT!*
Lamiroir:
Wait!
Judge:
La-Lamiroir! Is something the
matter?
Lamiroir:
That voice just now...
Klavier:
Daryan?
Lamiroir:
Mr. Daryan, is it...?
Lamiroir:
............
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.
Lamiroir:
It was him! It was
Mr. Daryan!
Klavier:
Is this some kind of a joke!?
Apollo:
Whaaaaaat!?
Daryan:
...No way...
Apollo:
(The courtroom fell into such
a chaotic state, the trial had
to be suspended temporarily.)
Apollo:
(I'd never seen that
happen before.)
Apollo:
(Of course, it's not every day
that you get an accusation
like that one.)
Apollo:
(Lamiroir, fingering Daryan
Crescend. Not only is he a
guitarist, he's a detective!)
Apollo:
(Could it really have been his
voice Lamiroir heard?)
Apollo:
(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.
============================
Episode 3
Turnabout Serenade
============================
---
July 9, 2:12 PM
---
Trucy:
Hey, hey, Apollo!
Apollo:
What?
Trucy:
Um, well, you know...
...Um, actually, nothing.
Trucy:
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...
Trucy:
If you gave it a score, what
score would you give it?
Apollo:
Score? Um, gee...
Apollo:
I guess I would... um,
or maybe... well...
Apollo:
...Bah. I'm just as bad as
you.
Trucy:
See? It's so... so vague!
Apollo:
Clearly.
Apollo:
Machi avoided a guilty
verdict, which is something.
Apollo:
Though I can't say I'm any
less confused about the case.
Daryan:
number.
Daryan:
I'm sure you'll find their
answer intriguing.
Daryan:
"IPXX314206"...
Daryan:
that number...
Daryan:
Apollo:
And the victim, Mr. LeTouse...
Apollo:
Who would have guessed he
was actually an undercover
Interpol agent!?
Apollo:
...What a mess.
Apollo:
And we don't have any idea
what he was investigating.
Trucy:
Well, true, but we know
who shot him now!
Trucy:
Lamiroir told the whole
court!
Lamiroir:
Wait!
Lamiroir:
Lamiroir:
..........
Lamiroir:
the gunshots fired.
Lamiroir:
It was him! It was
Mr. Daryan!
Trucy:
It's another mystery, Apollo!
I love mysteries.
Apollo:
I don't.
Apollo:
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.
Trucy:
Some "top secret mission", he
said.
Apollo:
Top secret...?
Trucy:
Anyway, you can't just rely
on him to save the day!
Trucy:
And you've got me to help you.
We'll be fine!
Apollo:
Fine... right.
Apollo:
Well, time's a-wasting, as
they say. Let's investigate.
Trucy:
That's the spirit!
=Examine Teapot=
Trucy:
Well, how about some tea?
Here you go!
Apollo:
Um, thanks. That's nice.
Apollo:
...But this is not the time to
be drinking tea!
Trucy:
That's right, we have to
get investigating!
Trucy:
Ack, that was a close call!
We almost relaxed!
=Examine Plant=
Apollo:
Mr. Charley, the potted plant.
Apollo:
Huh? His leaves are looking
a little... brown.
Trucy:
Good morning, Mr. Charley!
Trucy:
Ack! M-Mr. Charley! Your leaves!
Apollo:
Maybe you weren't giving him
enough water?
Trucy:
No, no, it must be stress.
He's worried about the new
recruit at the office.
Apollo:
Hey, don't blame it on me!
You are watering him, right?
Trucy:
It was Daddy's turn to water
him this week...
Trucy:
Ack!
Apollo:
Mr. Wright has been away on
his "top secret mission", no?
Trucy:
I'm sorry Mr. Charley, this
is all my fault. I'll water
you soon, promise!
=Examine Bookshelf=
Apollo:
There are several books of
magic mixed in with the legal
books on the shelves.
Apollo:
I dusted them recently.
Nothing like the gleam of
clean books!
=Examine Split Box=

Apollo:
A strange, split box leers
at me from the wall.
Apollo:
No matter how many times I
see that there, it still
strikes me as... odd.
Trucy:
Really?
Trucy:
I guess I've gotten used to
it, after growing up with it
always around the house.
Apollo:
What kind of a home did you
grow up in!?
Trucy:
I'd hide in there when we
played hide 'n' seek!
Trucy:
You just get in, slide the
sections around, and you're
impossible to find!
Apollo:
I bet you would be...
=Examine Top Hat=
Apollo:
That's one of those hats you
pull things out of, right?
Trucy:
Of course! My hat's like a
little universe! Bigger on the
inside than on the outside!
Apollo:
Hmm... That reminds me of a
sci-fi show I used to watch.
Trucy:
Incidentally, my pocket is a
little universe, too! And
my panties, and...
Apollo:
I get the idea.
=Examine Portrait=
Apollo:
A faded photograph showing one
of Trucy's favorite magicians.
Apollo:
She talks to it daily for
good luck, I hear.
Trucy:
Ack! I almost forgot!
Trucy:
Umm... I hope I become a
famous Grand Magician!
Trucy:
Oh, and I hope Apollo becomes
an Ace Attorney!
Trucy:
...There! All done.
Apollo:
(I suppose if you're going to
talk to inanimate objects,
a photo isn't so bad.)
=Examine Shelf=
Apollo:
How is your magic act coming
along?
Trucy:
Well, I've been working on
my "cups & balls" routine.
Apollo:
Is that the one where the ball
moves from under one cup to
the other?
Trucy:
That's right! The very same!
Here, watch...
Trucy:
First, I put one of the cups
over the ball... then I snap
my fingers!
Trucy:
Ta da! The ball's under the
other cup!
Apollo:
...It's not there.
Trucy:
......
Trucy:
...Watch me pull something
out of my magic panties!
Apollo:
Nice try.
Trucy:
Guess I know what I'll be
doing tonight.
Trucy:
Practicing! You can be my
audience, Apollo!
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
=Examine Spaghetti=
Apollo:
I've seen some restaurants
that set out real food to
show what's on the menu.
Trucy:
I have, too! But I noticed
something strange...
Trucy:
One time, there was a sandwich
without any lettuce!
Trucy:
Like it had disappeared...
by magic!
Apolo:
...I'm sure someone just
swiped the lettuce and ate it.
Trucy:
Wait, that sandwich...
You didn't...!
Trucy:
Apollo, you shouldn't eat
sample food, no matter how
hungry you are!
Apollo:
Just how hard up do you think
I am!?
=Examine Hula Hoop=
Apollo:
You know, that ring kind of
gets in the way.
Apollo:
Our client the other day
tripped on it and fell on
the floor.
Trucy:
...Sending my ring rolling out
the door! You know how long it
took me to find it?
Apollo:
You know how long it took to
calm down the client?
Apollo:
And in the end, they walked
out without hiring us.
Could you clean up a bit?
Trucy:
But don't you think the props
give the office a festive,
fun-filled mood?
Apollo:
I'm not sure law offices have
to be festive and fun-filled.
Trucy:
Apollo! This is the "Wright
Anything Agency"!
Trucy:
As CEO, I want an office that
says we know how to have fun!
Apollo:
(I guess it is her office...
isn't it?)
=Present Badge=
Trucy:
That again? You sure like
your attorney's badge.
Trucy:
Still, I'm afraid our clients
are getting tired of it...
Apollo:
...Well I'm not. So there.
=Present Other=
Trucy:
I'm not sure about that,
sorry.
Trucy:
I was ripping up the dance
floor at the time of the
shooting, after all.
=Talk -> Daryan did it=
Apollo:
Lamiroir dropped a bomb in
court today...
Apollo:
"It was Daryan"...
Trucy:
Lamiroir said she's never
forgotten a voice, right?
Trucy:
That's so cool!
Apollo:
Um, I guess.
Trucy:
What's that called again?
Trucy:
Um... Elephant ears...?
I bet that's what they're
called...
Apollo:
...Somehow I don't think that
means what you think it means.
Apollo:
...And she has to be wrong,
this time.
Trucy:
Wrong? Why?
Apollo:
I mean, look...
Apollo:
Those gunshots were right
during the concert!
Trucy:
That's right! I was burning
up the dance floor at the
time.
Apollo:
Right... Did you happen to
look up on stage?
Apollo:
Maybe... at Daryan, even?
Trucy:
You bet I did!
Trucy:
He is one of the Gavinners's
guitarists after all! He's so
cool!
Trucy:
...Oh.
Apollo:
Right.
Apollo:
All the Gavinners have a
rock-solid alibi.
Apollo:
He couldn't have shot
Mr. LeTouse backstage.
Trucy:
But... Lamiroir heard him,
didn't she?
Trucy:
She heard Daryan backstage...
Right...?
Apolo:
(Somebody's either wrong, or
lying very badly here...)
=Talk -> Agent LeTouse=
Apollo:
An Interpol agent... hmm.
Trucy:
I was wondering, what is
"Interpol" anyway?
Apollo:
Huh? Interpol?
Apollo:
They're the guys who catch
international criminals.
Trucy:
Why can't they just call them
"International Police" instead
of making up some silly name?
Apollo:
Yeah...
...Anyway, you think he was
investigating Lamiroir?
Trucy:
Whaaaa--!?
Why would anyone do that?
Trucy:
She's not a criminal! She
couldn't be!
Apollo:
Don't be fooled by appearances
is all I'm saying.
Trucy:
But remember I'm a magician,
Apollo! I can spot a palmed
coin at fifty paces!
Apollo:
If only it were that easy.
Apollo:
...In any case, we know he
was working on something.
Trucy:
I wonder if it was something
that has something to do with
something.
Trucy:
That something being our case.
The last something, I mean.
Apollo:
Apollo:
...Frankly, the whole thing
is making my head hurt.
Apollo:
(What was Mr. LeTouse up to?)
???:
Ahhh ha ha ha ha haa!
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
Um, Trucy? Was that another
one of your tricks?
Trucy:
It wasn't me!
Trucy:
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:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
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?
Apollo:
(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!
Trucy:
It's the Great Gramarye,
Valant Gramarye!
Trucy:
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 Gramarye
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Famous magician, often on TV.
Fond of exaggeration.
----------------------------
Valant:
It's been a while, Miss Trucy.
Seven years to be exact!
Valant:
My, how you've grown!
Trucy:
Good to see you again, Uncle
Valant!
Trucy:
You... look exactly the same!
Apollo:
Um, I hate to intrude, but...
Apollo:
What is a Great Magician doing
paying us a visit?
Valant:
I believe it was you who
wished to see me?
Valant:
So, be quick with your
questions!
Valant:
And do not quail, quake, or
quiver. I am quite tame.
Valant:
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.)
Apollo:
(She's practically drooling
with enthusiasm.)
Trucy:
After all...
Trucy:
...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:
...!
Apollo:
(Trucy's real father!?)
=Talk -> Troupe Gramarye=
Trucy:
Wait, Apollo...
Trucy:
Don't tell me you don't know
about Troupe Gramarye?
Apollo:
Troupe Grammarie... huh? No.
Apollo:
But it does sound kind of
familiar...
Valant:
Oh, lost life! Lamentably
listless lad!
Valant:
To not know of the greatest
troupe of magicians on the
planet!
Apollo:
(Valant Gramarye... The name
began to surface in my mind.)
Apollo:
(It was a name I'd heard on
television as a child.)
Trucy:
You bet you've heard the name!
Trucy:
He made a cruise ship
disappear, and blew up an
amusement park...
Trucy:
...Oh, and he made all this
gold disappear from a safe!
Trucy:
And then escaped from a high
security prison!
Apollo:
Um...
Apollo:
...You said he is a magician?
Valant:
I open the locks to hearts
chained... by mediocrity.
Valant:
This is the true miracle of
Troupe Gramarye.
Apollo:
...Wait.
Trucy;
What, Apollo?
Apollo:
I do remember... seeing you
on television... a long time
ago.
Apollo:
Weren't you with someone
else...? Like, a duo?
Trucy:
A duo?
Apollo:
Yeah, you had a partner.
Apollo:
"Something Gramarye"...
Valant:
Yes... Zak. Zak Gramarye.
Valant:
A masterful maker of magic,
a capable crafter of shining
showmanship!
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
?
Apollo:
Why's everyone so quiet?
Trucy:
Daddy...
Apollo:
Daddy...?
(Huh!? Oh, no way!)
=Talk -> Trucy's father=
Valant:
Once upon a time, the Troupe
Gramarye included two Grand
Magicians.
Valant:
Myself, Valant Gramarye, and
my partner... Zak Gramarye!
Apollo:
And this Zak was...?
Trucy:
He was my real Daddy.
Apollo:
(Trucy's father, a magician...
I guess it makes sense.)
Apollo:
...I had no idea.
Trucy:
There wasn't much point in
talking about it...
Not now that he's gone.
Apollo:
...Oh, I'm sorry.
Trucy:
No, it's OK. I'm not lonely.
Trucy:
I've got my Daddy, after all!
Trucy:
And you make me laugh, Apollo.
Apollo:
Glad that I'm good for comic
relief, at least.
Trucy:
...Not that I see Daddy around
much these days.
Valant:
...Ach, I've been remiss in
remembering my reasons for
my visit.
Apollo:
Reasons?
Valant:
Two, in fact!
Valant:
The first being, of course...
Valant:
...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...
Valant:
...I could fain contain my
emotions! I wept oceans!
Valant:
And to learn you now defend
that poor pianist, that
blinded boy!
Valant:
Twas a hot topic of talk
amongst the staff, you know.
Valant:
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.
Valant:
I've brought it for you,
Trucy, on behalf of Troupe
Gramarye.
Valant:
Will you watch it?
Sugar, Sugar...

Pleasure...

Woh... Woh...


Guitar, Guitar...
Trucy:
Wow... It's almost as good as
it was live.
Trucy:
So... what's the word?
Mysterious...
Apollo:
(There are more mysterious
things than her song going
on...)
Apollo:
(Way more mysterious...)
Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha...!
Apollo:
(This Valant Gramarye has
good reasons to be here
today...)
Apollo:
(But I wonder what his
"reasons" were to be at that
concert?)
** Video tape received from Valant. **
----------------------------
Video Tape
Type: Other
Received from
Valant Gramarye.
Taped recording of Lamiroir's
performance. Touch the Check
Button for details.
----------------------------
=Present Other=
Valant:
What's this? You would ask
me for a miracle? Free of fee?
Valant:
Then thy wish be granted! Thy
will be done! Thy evidence
evicted into the ether!
Apollo:
Ack! No evicting, please!
Apollo:
(...Are all magicians like
this, I wonder?)
=Present Tape=
Apollo:
So, I was wondering...
Apollo:
That stunt in the middle of
the song there...
Trucy:
I didn't see a stunt...
Apollo:
What about Lamiroir vanishing
and reappearing!?
Trucy:
Oh, that? I guess I'm so
used to seeing that happen
I didn't even notice.
Apollo:
(So young to be so jaded...)
Valant:
A simple slight-of-hand [sic], a
petit prestidigitation.
Valant:
A modicum of magic from me...
to you.
Trucy:
So that's why you were at the
concert!
Valant:
Yes.
Valant:
I was there to watch my
trick take to the air...
----------------------------
Valant Gramarye
Age: 44
Gender: Male
A famous magician, responsible
for the illusion used in the
concert.
----------------------------
Apollo:
So you're the one who knows
how it was all done.
Valant:
Of course. I am like a deity,
with the stage as my domain!
Valant:
I suffer no mystery upon those
floodlit boards not grasped
tightly twixt my fingers.
Valant:
It is a potent, primeval
power I possess.
Apollo:
Um... Well...
Do you think you could...
Apollo:
...tell me how it was done!?
Trucy:
Hey now!
Apollo:
Trucy...?
Trucy:
That's like, totally against
the rules, Apollo!
Apollo:
Not during a murder
investigation, it's not!
Valant:
Mais non, for my illusions
are mine alone, m'sieur.
Valant:
Also...
Apollo:
Also what?
Valant:
Recall that the terrible
occurrence happened later.
Valant:
Well after my illusion
entranced the audience.
Apollo:
Oh.
Valant:
Don't even ask.
I won't answer.
Trucy:
Too bad for you, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Grr. Whose side are you on?)
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.
Valant:
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!
Valant:
See you later, crocodile.
Apollo:
(With a whir of his cloak,
and a wink of his eye...)
Apollo:
(...he turned and walked out
through the door. Normally.)
Trucy:
Well, there you go, Apollo!
Trucy:
Let's get cracking!
Apollo:
...Right.
(Valant Gramarye...)
Apollo:
(I've got a few more things
to ask him.)
Apollo:
(Foremost among them, that
bit of magic that made
Lamiroir disappear...)
Apollo:
(...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?
Apollo:
It's not like we can talk to
him or anything.
Trucy:
Words are overrated!
Trucy:
Feelings are what matter,
Apollo.
Apollo:
It's kinda hard to build a
court case on feelings.
Apollo:
But, since we're here, anyway.
Apollo:
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:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
=Examine Camera=
Apollo:
looking at me.
Apollo:
Why do I feel this sudden
urge to make a silly face?
=Examine Guard=
Apollo:
Apollo:
His eyes when he looks at
Machi are gentle. Maybe he
has a kid the same age.
=Present Anything=
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
Trucy:
I think he said...
Trucy:
"I am sorry I cannot speak
your language. You are very
beautiful, fair maiden."
Apollo:
...This is why I never trust
a translator.
=Talk -> The trial today=
Trucy:
So, what did you think of
the trial today?
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Trucy:
...Whew. I'm glad he doesn't
understand English after all.
Trucy:
If he did, he would have been
scared out of his mind by
that trial.
Apollo:
Hey, all's well that ends
well.
Apollo:
You have to be more goal
oriented. If he's not guilty,
we win.
Trucy:
No, if he's innocent, we win.
Trucy:
Machi might not understand
English, but I bet he gets
that better than you do.
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
*bracelet thumps*
Apollo:
...!
(Huh...?)
=Talk -> Lamiroir's testimony=
Trucy:
I'm glad Lamiroir testified!
What a great person.
Trucy:
She even got Machi off the
hook by naming another
suspect!
Apollo:
Daryan of the Gavinners...
The detective.
Apollo:
I wonder if Machi knows what
happened?
Trucy:
?
Apollo:
I mean, if he could follow how
the trial went at all.
Apollo:
If no one told him there's a
new suspect, how would he
know?
*bracelet thumps*
Apollo:
Hey...
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
No... It's nothing.
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Apollo:
...I must be imagining it.
Trucy:
Imagining what, Apollo?
Apollo:
It's just, I couldn't help
but feel that... I dunno.
Apollo:
Machi...
Apollo:
...He doesn't understand
what we're saying, right?
Trucy:
How could he?
Trucy:
He's a young Borginian!
He doesn't speak English.
Apollo:
Yeah, but my bracelet is
reacting to him.
Trucy:
Huh?
Maybe it's malfunctioning?
Trucy:
Or it's scared, because you
keep making those "I'm so
mad" faces.
Apollo:
Was I that bad?
Apollo:
(Machi lied about not being
able to see...)
Apollo:
(But what if that's not all
he lied about?)
Trucy:
If you're curious about it
there's only one thing to do.
Trucy:
You should ask him.
Apollo:
(I think it'll take something
big to get to him... Some
kind of undeniable evidence.)
Apollo:
...We'll be back, Machi.
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
=Talk -> Machi's eyesight=
Trucy:
So, Machi...
You can see, right?
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Trucy:
Machi can see, and Lamiroir
can't...
Trucy:
The whole world's gone
topsy-turvy!
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Trucy:
Sorry, Apollo. I don't think
we're going to get any
information out of Machi.
Trucy:
...Which makes sense.
Apollo:
(...Yeah, I guess it does...)
=Move -> Sunshine Coliseum=
---
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!
Trucy:
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!
Trucy:
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!
=Examine Blimp=
Trucy:
Look! A blimp!
Apollo:
Those balloons next to it
have ad banners on them.
Trucy:
Let's see... "Big Sale, All
Shirts 50% Off."
Apollo:
Oh. It's an ad for the
department store next door.
Apollo:
What's that... creature there?
Trucy:
Oooh! That's the police
mascot, the Blue Badger!
Apollo:
Eh? It's life size!
Trucy:
Haven't you seen them around
town? Patrolling the streets?
Trucy:
Yes, now even law and order
has a mascot!
Apollo:
...I'd run from that thing
even if I wasn't a criminal.
Apollo:
Why does its head wobble like
that when it walks?
It's freaky.
Trucy:
I don't think you're showing
true Blue Badger spirit,
Apollo.
=Examine Signboard=
Apollo:
Look, a massive sign for the
"Guilty as Charged" Tour.
Apollo:
A giant Prosecutor Gavin
stares out over the arena.
Trucy:
Ooh! Maybe I can take it to
the office when they're done
with it!
Apollo:
Um, where would you put it?
You couldn't even get that
thing through the front door.
Trucy:
Then I'll put it outside!
I bet it'd be good for
business!
Apollo:
Just as long as no one comes
expecting us to prosecute.
Trucy:
Well, if anyone comes looking
for a concert, leave it to me!
Apollo:
(Is this part of some twisted
plan of hers to make her
singing debut, I wonder?)
=Examine Coliseum=
Apollo:
Sunshine Coliseum sure is
living up to its name today.
Trucy:
It's huge!
Trucy:
And Mr. Gavin got to play on
that enormous stage...
I'm so jealous!
Trucy:
Someday, I'll fight my first
battle on this stage!
Apollo:
Battle?
Trucy:
Well, yeah, it's a coliseum,
isn't it?
Apollo:
Um, they don't do gladiatorial
contests at these places any
more, Trucy.
Trucy:
Really? I had no idea!
I wonder why they stopped.
Apollo:
(Sometimes I worry about
her.)
---
July 9
Backstage Hallway
---
Lamiroir:
Ah, Mr. Attorney.
Apollo:
Lamiroir!
Apollo:
I'm sorry about today...
I...
Lamiroir:
There is nothing you need to
apologize for.
Lamiroir:
You were merely defending
Machi.
Trucy:
Um... Are you OK?
Alone, I mean.
Lamiroir:
Humans are blessed with five
senses.
Lamiroir:
Even robbed of one, we get
by.
Lamiroir:
...Though it does make being
a witness rather difficult.
Trucy:
Speaking of "seeing", you knew
who we were before we spotted
you just now.
Trucy:
And we weren't even talking.
Lamiroir:
...I heard your footsteps
several times the day before.
Trucy:
Oh...
Trucy:
You must have great ears!
Apollo:
(Ears that heard the crime
taking place...)
Apollo:
(Or so she claimed yesterday.
...But how?)
=Examine Brooch=
Apollo:
Right after the shooting
took place...
Apollo:
...Lamiroir tried to come into
the dressing room, and dropped
her brooch.
Trucy:
I think that fits with the
other stuff we know.
Trucy:
Do you think the timing of
when she dropped it is
important?
Apollo:
Yeah... Something about it
bugs me, that's for sure.
Apollo:
Look at the way those bullets
tore through this thick wall.
Apollo:
That revolver really was
something else.
Trucy:
I wonder if someone as little
as me could even fire it?
Apollo:
Dislocating your shoulder
would kind of put a crimp
on your stage career.
Trucy:
Daddy always has stiff
shoulders, maybe that could
loosen him up!
Apollo:
Don't even mention it. I'm
afraid he might go out and
actually try it.
Trucy:
Nah, he doesn't have the guts
to pull the trigger, I bet.
=Examine Speaker=
Apollo:
A speaker for monitoring the
stage. It was blaring at the
time of the shooting.
Trucy:
It's a pretty old model for
such a nice place.
Apollo:
I guess they don't care about
sound quality back here. As
long as you can hear it...
Apollo:
(Not that a loss of fidelity
could possibly make that
music worse...)
Trucy:
Good speakers must cost a lot.
Trucy:
You have any idea how much
a nice one that size would
cost, Apollo?
Apollo:
Probably a good ten years
of your allowance, give or
take.
Trucy:
Whaaat!? But that's almost
600 dollars!
Apollo:
......
(Five dollars a month...?)
Apollo:
(Poor Trucy...)
Apollo:
(Wait till she finds out you
need to buy two speakers for
a stereo...)
=Examine Air Vent=
Apollo:
They found Machi Tobaye's
fingerprints on that air vent.
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
What's with the long face?
Trucy:
It's a little lackluster,
you know.
Apollo:
Lackluster...?
Trucy:
I mean, using the air vent
is so obvious!
Trucy:
No audience is going to pay
good money to see a trick
like that.
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
Things must look different
through a magician's eyes.
Trucy:
It'd be much cooler if the
killer got out through that
tiny window!
Apollo:
Don't go there. You'll get
your head stuck.
=Examine Stepladder=
Apollo:
The shooter must have used
that to climb up to the vent.
Trucy:
All this tragedy, because
someone left a stepladder
here.
Apollo:
...I don't think Mr. LeTouse
was shot because of the
ladder.
Trucy:
You think it was Machi?
Apollo:
I guess... That air vent
is pretty small, after all.
Apollo:
(Does that prove he was at
the scene...?)
Apollo:
(Did he escape in the time
between the gunshots and
us opening the door?)
=Examine Poster Above TV=
Trucy:
A Gavinners poster.
Apollo:
How many of those did they
put up, anyway?
Trucy:
Prosecutor Gavin looked so
cool on stage!
Trucy:
You should learn to play
the guitar, too, Apollo!
Trucy:
You can accompany my magic
act!
Apollo:
...We'd certainly be a novelty
act, if nothing else.
Apollo:
(I'll think about it if I ever
lose my attorney's badge.)
=Examine Poster Beside TV=
Apollo:
It's a poster for another
show.
Apollo:
"This Summer: A Legal Eagles
Production of 'Case Closed'."
Trucy:
I looked into that performance
group.
Trucy:
Turns out they're all law
enforcement-related, too.
Trucy:
Apparently, their serious
portrayal of law and order
is a big draw!
Apollo:
...That sounds so boring, it's
probably pretty interesting.
Trucy:
YOu're a complicated man,
Mr. Apollo Justice.
=Examine TV=
Apollo:
That's one of the biggest,
most expensive-looking TVs
I've ever seen.
Trucy:
Too bad you'll never own one.
Apollo:
"Never"'s kind of harsh,
Trucy.
Trucy:
Hmm. How about "for all
eternity" then?
Apollo:
Same difference.
=Examine Fruit=
Trucy:
Look! It's fruit! Fruit,
Apollo! Fruit!!!
Apollo:
...I heard you the first
time.
Apollo:
It sure is a lot of fruit.
I doubt anyone would miss
a bit of watermelon...
Trucy:
I know, I'll make it vanish!
Into my stomach!
Apollo:
Better not. They might make
you pay for it.
Apollo:
And if you have the money
for that, you should probably
repaint the office first.
Trucy:
Watermelons are that
expensive!?
Apollo:
*shrug* These could've been
imported from some exotic
locale, for all we kknow.
=Examine Carpet Square=
Apollo:
Hey, look. A part of the
carpet has been torn up here.
Trucy:
That was the part we did the
lunimol testing on in court!
Apollo:
Luminol... right.
Trucy:
You know what I couldn't
stop thinking?
Trucy:
Who's going to pay for this
carpet?
Apollo:
As long as it's not us...
Apollo:
Maybe... the shooter?
Trucy:
I guess it's true what
they say.
Trucy:
Crime doesn't pay!
Apollo:
I would hope that carpet
replacement costs weren't the
only thing holding you back.
=Examine Revolver=
Apollo:
The murder weapon.
So it belonged to Mr. LeTouse.
Trucy:
That thing makes normal
revolvers look like water guns!
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse was a big man.
Apollo:
(But how about the person
who shot him?)
Apollo:
(Wouldn't they have to be
about his size?)
=Examine Window=
Apollo:
This was the window where
Lamiroir "saw" the crime
from...
Apollo:
I wish it was that simple.
Trucy:
Kind of hard to see a crime
when you can't see.
Trucy:
But she did hear it!
Apollo:
Yeah, but the window was
closed...
Trucy:
Maybe she heard it some
other way?
=Examine Dryer=
Apollo:
That's one of those permanent
dryers you see in hair salons.
Trucy:
Is that what they're really
called? "Permanent dryers"?
Apollo:
Do I look like a beautician?
I just know they dry your hair
and give you a permanent...
Trucy:
It just doesn't sound very
glamorous, you know?
Apollo:
OK, how about a "permachine"!?
Trucy:
Or you could go more simple,
like "permer"!
Apollo:
...This isn't a bad game,
thinking up official names
for things.
Apollo:
Not that it makes the name
actually official or anything.
=Examine Presents=
Trucy:
A stack of presents for
Lamiroir.
Trucy:
Stars always get the biggest
presents.
Trucy:
You know, you could give me
a present, Apollo.
Apollo:
...Here, have a piece of
candy.
Trucy:
Gee! Thanks!!!
Apollo:
(She must not get a lot
of presents... Poor girl.)
=Examine Bouquet=
Trucy:
That's one heavy-duty
bouquet there.
Apollo:
I have trouble thinking of
flowers as being "heavy-duty".
Trucy:
But they call lots of things
heavy-duty!
Apollo:
Not flowers, they don't.
Trucy:
What about a "heavy" scent?
Apollo:
I think you mean "heady".
Trucy:
What if the flowers were
plastic?
Apollo:
They still wouldn't be heavy.
Trucy:
OK, what if they were made
out of metal?
Apollo:
What, like a magnolia made out
of steel?
Trucy:
Exactly! Though I hope all
my fans don't start throwing
metal flowers at me.
Apollo:
That's Lamiroir's dressing
room... and the scene of the
crime.
Apollo:
It's kind of lightly guarded
for being a crime scene.
Trucy:
I'm not complaining! Makes it
easier for us to go in!
Trucy:
And Ema gave us her OK,
right?
Trucy:
We can wander in and do as
we like!
Apollo:
(How is Ema doing, anyway...?)
Apollo:
(I hope she's not getting
cavities form eating all
those chocolate Snackoos...)
=Examine Left Door=
Apollo:
That's the Gavinners's
dressing room.
Apollo:
They're all out on the
investigation.
Apollo:
Being backstage isn't half as
glamorous without a band here.
Apollo:
That would be the Blue Badger,
the police mascot.
Apollo:
There's a guy outside in a
giant Blue Badger costume,
lumbering about...
Apollo:
He stands out even more than
those Gavinners posters.
Trucy:
It's all the same! He's the
band mascot, too, you know.
Apollo:
I can't picture Prosecutor
Gavin going for that kind of
thing.
Trucy:
Neither can I.
Trucy:
I'll bet there's a story there
just waiting to be told!
=Examine Headset=
Trucy:
That's been lying there since
the day before yesterday.
Apollo:
It's small. Maybe no one's
noticed it.
Trucy:
I kinda want to pick it up.
It'd make a cool souvenir,
don't you think?
Apollo:
(It does stick out in my mind
for some reason...)
=Talk -> The voice=
Apollo:
That was quite a statement
you made today in court.
Apollo:
...About hearing Daryan
Crescend's voice at the
scene of the crime.
Lamiroir:
I did not know his name...
Lamiroir:
...but I never forget a
voice.
Lamiroir:
Wait!
Judge:
La-Lamiroir! Is something the
matter?
Lamiroir:
Lamiroir:
............
Daryan:
...No way...
Lamiroir:
...As I said in court:
Lamiroir:
I was on my way backstage
from the stage.
Lamiroir:
That is when I heard his
voice.
Apollo:
I'm guessing Daryan and
Mr. LeTouse were talking
about something?
Lamiroir:
...The next moment, I heard
those gunshots.
Apollo:
Why didn't you call security?
Lamiroir:
To be honest, though the
noise was quite frightening...
Lamiroir:
...I never imagined the
gunshots might be real.
Lamiroir:
And, I was in quite a hurry
myself.
Lamiroir:
I left the scene at once.
Trucy:
So... it really was Daryan's
voice that she heard.
Apollo:
Yeah...
Apollo:
(At least, she certainly
thinks it was.)
=Talk -> Machi=
Lamiroir:
I met Machi before my debut
as Lamiroir...
Lamiroir:
I was singing in a restaurant
in Borginia.
Apollo:
And he was playing the piano?
Lamiroir:
...Yes.
Lamiroir:
He was very kind to me when
he learned I could not see.
Apollo:
Is that when you started
playing "opposites"?
Apollo:
With Machi pretending he
couldn't see...
Lamiroir:
Ah, no, it wasn't then.
Lamiroir:
That began after our major
debut.
Lamiroir:
...After I became known as the
"landscape painter in sound".
Trucy:
It must have been tough for
Machi...
Trucy:
...Pretending he couldn't see,
and all the while acting as
your eyes.
Lamiroir:
We held hands always.
Lamiroir:
He would write with his
finger on my palm to signal
to me thing I should know.
Lamiroir:
He is a smart, gentle boy.
Apollo:
(I think I see what she's
getting at...)
Apollo:
(..."Machi would never harm
a soul"...)
=Talk -> Mr. LeTouse=
Apollo:
About Mr. LeTouse...
Lamiroir:
Ah yes. He was an Interpol
agent, I hear?
Apollo:
So, you had no idea?
Lamiroir:
Of course not. No one did.
Trucy:
I guess that's what it means
to be undercover.
Apollo:
But someone was after him...
Apollo:
They had to know who he
really was.
Lamiroir:
Why did he pose as my manager?
I do not understand.
Apollo:
You have no idea?
Lamiroir:
I can only assume that he
was investigating me...
But why?
Apollo:
What makes you think that?
Lamiroir:
Perhaps it is not so, but
I cannot deny the possibility.
Lamiroir:
Because of my condition...
Lamiroir:
As my present is veiled in
darkness, so, too, is my
past clouded from my memory.
Apollo:
Clouded... right.
=Talk -> "Darkness"=
Lamiroir:
The darkness that I fear
is not the darkness that
I see whenever I open my eyes.
Lamiroir:
The real darkness... lies in
my heart.
Apollo:
In your heart?
Lamiroir:
I have no memory of the time
before I became Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
I awoke from darkness, into
darkness, you might say.
Lamiroir:
I was singing in a restaurant
those days.
Apollo:
(What was it that she said
about not being able to
remember the light...?)
Lamiroir:
I do not know my past.
Lamiroir:
Perhaps I committed some
terrible crime in my past.
Lamiroir:
Everything before becoming
Lamiroir is lost to me.
Trucy:
B-But I don't think you...
Lamiroir:
I can think of no other
explanation.
Lamiroir:
Why else would an agent of
Interpol approach me?
Apollo:
Do you think your past might
be related to this case?
Trucy:
No way! That seems really
unlikely to me.
Trucy:
I mean, you're such a sweet
person, Lamiroir!
Lamiroir:
...I thank you. Machi, too,
tells me this often when
I fear who I might have been.
=Present Video Tape=
Apollo:
We took a look at your
performance again. It was
even better the second time!
Lamiroir:
Thank you.
Trucy:
That reminds me...
Trucy:
That was an incredible
illusion you pulled off!
Lamiroir:
Illusion...?
Trucy:
When you teleported from one
stage to the other? Remember?
Lamiroir:
Ah, yes. Apparently, they
hired a professional magician.
Apollo:
Apollo:
I was wondering, do you think
you could tell us how it was
done?
Lamiroir:
...I'm afraid I cannot.
Lamiroir:
Mr. Gramarye made me swear
to never tell a soul.
Apollo:
I was afraid of that...
Trucy:
Hard to be a magician if
you can't keep a secret,
you know?
Lamiroir:
Ah, I am reminded that I
wished to speak to you about
something.
Apollo:
Yes?
Lamiroir:
When I was walking this
hallway before...
Lamiroir:
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?
Lamiroir:
......
I thought as much.
Apollo:
What? What did you think?
Lamiroir:
This is one of our headsets.
Lamiroir:
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.
Apollo:
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. **
----------------------------
Headset
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Backstage Hallway.
Receiver/transmitter for voice
signals. All concert staff
wore one.
=Check -> Speaker=
Trucy:
10-4 that, little buddy, this
is Trucy reporting in, over.
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
Why the sudden silence?
Trucy:
No one answered.
Apollo:
Don't be silly...
Trucy:
What good is a receiver that
doesn't receive?
Trucy:
That's like Ema not performing
forensic investigations!
Apollo:
You make her sound like she's
some kind of forensic
investigation machine!
Apollo:
Which is just silly.
Apollo:
Unless... she's a super
hi-tech android that runs on
Snackoos! Hmm...
----------------------------
Trucy:
"Attached"? I'm not some kind
of robot, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Everyone on staff was wearing
one of these headsets...)
Apollo:
(This might warrant some
further inquiry.)
=Present Headset=
Apollo:
Can I ask you about this
headset, Lamiroir?
Apollo:
You said that all concert
staff were wearing one?
Lamiroir:
That's correct.
Lamiroir:
You need them to communicate
across such a large stage.
Lamiroir:
Everyone on the staff had one,
of course...
Lamiroir:
...And all of the band
members, too, I should think.
Apollo:
(So Prosecutor Gavin and his
lackeys had them on, too,
then...)
Lamiroir:
They're quite helpful,
though limited.
Lamiroir:
They only work within thirty
feet or so.
Lamiroir:
After all, they're only
for use on stage.
Lamiroir:
And a stronger signal would
interfere with the sound
system.
Apollo:
Hmm, that makes sense.
Apollo:
(You'd think someone would
notice if they dropped their
only communications lifeline.)
Apollo:
(...So why was this one lying
here?)
----------------------------
Headset
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Backstage Hallway.
Receiver/transmitter for voice
signals with a 30-foot range.
All concert staff wore one.
----------------------------
=Present Other=
Apollo:
me about this?
Lamiroir:
I'm sorry, but my information
about the outside world is
somewhat limited.
Lamiroir:
I only know what I have heard,
or felt.
Apollo:
(Maybe that explains why she
didn't react when I showed
her stuff the other day.)
Apollo:
(She was still pretending she
could see then...)
=Examine Postcards=
Apollo:
It's a stack of Lamiroir's
postcards.
Apollo:
There it is... The "landscape
painter in sound"...
Trucy:
It must be hard to pretend
you can see when you can't.
Apollo:
Yet the way she sings so
effortlessly... you'd think
she had life easy.
Apollo:
Some people are just
impressive like that.
Trucy:
You know it!
Trucy:
It just makes me think about
how much further I have to go!
Apollo:
(I hope we can solve this
quickly and not add to her
troubles...)
=Examine Speaker=
Apollo:
The speaker here is the same
as the one in Lamiroir's room.
Apollo:
I wonder if this one was
blaring as loud as hers.
Trucy:
I don't see a volume control
anywhere in the room...
Trucy:
My guess is they give all
the rooms equal treatment!
Apollo:
...You mean equal punishment.
=Move -> The stage=
---
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!
Trucy:
There I am, singing my ballad,
rose petals swirling through
the air...
Apollo:
Not bad... wait. Aren't you a
magician!?
Trucy:
...Oh.
Trucy:
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.
Valant:
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.
Valant:
As I went about my exacting
examination, I happened to
notice that piano.
Valant:
...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!
=Examine Platform=
Trucy:
I still can't believe we found
Machi and Mr. LeTouse up
there...
Apollo:
Yeah. I used to not like high
places. Now I hate them.
Trucy:
It's not like it would have
been nicer if we found a dead
body closer to the ground.
Trucy:
...Though that reminds me.
Daddy's bad with heights, too.
Apollo:
Huh, no kidding.
Trucy:
He took me on a Ferris wheel
ride a while ago, you know!
Trucy:
Halfway through, his face got
all green and he mumbled
"objection" over and over.
Apollo:
(...Poor guy.)
=Examine Computer=
Apollo:
Look at all the electronics.
They must be sound-related.
Trucy:
Doesn't seeing a bunch of
machines like this make you
want to just fiddle with 'em?
Trucy:
Can I, Apollo? Please?
Apollo:
No, no fiddling! You'll break
something.
Trucy:
If you're going to make an
omelet, you gotta break some
eggs!
Trucy:
That's what Daddy always
says.
Apollo:
These eggs look kind of
expensive.
=Examine Ladder=
Apollo:
That's the ladder we used to
climb up the stage tower.
Apollo:
...Not a moment I'm likely to
forget any time soon.
Trucy:
Me neither...
Trucy:
I'll never be able to climb
another tower again without
thinking about it, you know?
Apollo:
...I'll never be able to climb
a tower again, period.
=Examine Piano=
Trucy:
That's one big piano! I've
never actually played one.
Apollo:
Heh. You should get Mr. Wright
to teach you sometime.
Trucy:
No good, he can't play either.
Apollo:
(I kind of feel bad for the
guy now...)
Trucy:
Maybe now's my big chance!
Stand back, this could be
the debut of a prodigy!
Trucy:
...Eww.
Apollo:
Did you make that noise just
now?
Trucy:
Um... Let me try it again.
Trucy:
You know, I think something's
stuck in the piano!
Trucy:
Time to take a look under
the hood...
Trucy:
...Huh. Look! This was stuck
between the strings.
Trucy:
It looks like some kind of
switch.
Apollo:
(Someone must have thrown
this into the piano...)
** Switch placed in pocket. **
----------------------------
Switch
Type: Other
Retrieved from
the stage.
Found on the stage. It's a
switch for something, and
that's about all I know.
=Check -> Examine Button=
Trucy:
This switch, sitting here,
tempting me to push it...
Apollo:
Don't. You might blow up the
whole coliseum.
Trucy:
Apollo, please...
Trucy:
To think that every strange
switch triggers a bomb...
Trucy:
That kind of old-fashioned
crime drama thinking doesn't
cut it in our busy times!
Apollo:
Alright, Trucy P.I., please
enlighten me. What do you
think this switch does?
Trucy:
Hmm...
Trucy:
Maybe it turns on the electric
razor in Prosecutor Gavin's
dressing room?
Apollo:
...A switch as big as a razor
to turn on a razor? OK...
----------------------------
=Examine Piano (again)=
Apollo:
What do you think that thing
was doing in there?
Trucy:
Throwing things inside pianos
can't be good for them.
Apollo:
Not to mentin you wouldn't
be able to play whatever notes
go with the strings it was on.
Apollo:
(But the piano was fine during
the concert...)
Apollo:
(That must mean it was thrown
in here after Machi played.)
Trucy:
So maybe someone threw it in
here after the second set...
=Present Badge=
Valant:
Ah... The proof positive of
your profession, yes?
Apollo:
Um, yeah.
Valant:
Might I... have a look?
Valant:
Oh! What's this?
It is gone!
Apollo:
Ack! What'd you do with my
attorney's badge!?
Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Don't be alarmed.
Valant:
Miss Trucy! Take a look into
your topit, if you would.
Trucy:
Eek! It's your badge, Apollo!
What's it doing in there?
Trucy:
That was amazing!
Wasn't it, Apollo?
Apollo:
(He called that pouch at her
waist a "topit"...?)
Apollo:
(Is that some kind of
magician speak?)
=Present Revolver=
Valant:
...Pardon me?
Valant:
I have no money, if that's
what you want.
Apollo:
Ack! No, no, I was just...
Um, never mind.
Apollo:
(The way he looked at the
revolver... What was that?)
Apollo:
(It was almost as if he had
seen one before... and maybe
wasn't too happy about it.)
Valant:
......
=Present Video Tape=
Apollo:
I was wondering about the
stunt in the video, right
in the middle of the song.
Trucy:
I didn't see a stunt...
Trucy:
Oh, that? I guess I'm so
used to seeing that happen
I didn't even notice.
Apollo:
(So young to be so jaded...)
Valant:
A simple slight-of-hand [sic], a
petit prestidigitation.
Valant:
A modicum of magic from me...
to you.
Trucy:
So that's why you were at the
concert!
Valant:
Yes.
Valant:
I was there to watch my
trick take to the air...
Apollo:
So! Can you tell me how
you did it?
Trucy:
Whoa! You can't just ask that
sort of thing, Apollo!
Apollo:
Trucy...?
Trucy:
It's against the rules to ask
a magician how they did it.
Apollo:
Not when you're doing a murder
investigation it's not!
Trucy:
...Well, you might have a
point, there.
Trucy:
Will you tell us, Uncle
Valant?
Valant:
It is against all that is
sacred to inquire as to how
a trick is performed.
Apollo:
OK, so you tell me how he
did it, Trucy.
Trucy:
But I don't know!
Apollo:
(C'mon, you're a magician!
Aren't you part of the same
secret club?)
=Present Other=
Valant:
Words cannot express my shock
and chagrin...
Valant:
All I can see before me is
this stage, and me, upon it.
Valant:
...Nothing smaller, nothing
less radiant catches my eye.
Trucy:
True. You're getting on in
years. Not much time left to
make your mark, huh...
Valant:
............
This is not how I was
seeing it.
Apollo:
(So he doesn't care about what
I have to show him, I get the
point...)
=Talk -> Lamiroir's illusion=
Trucy:
I was wondering about the
show the night of the murder.
Trucy:
Lamiroir's vanishing act was
your illusion, right?
Valant:
Indeed. The purple prosecutor
petitioned my performance.
Valant:
At the climax of the song,
he said, make her disappear.
...Like a dream.
Apollo:
Like a dream...
Valant:
Yes, what can I work with on
a stage meant for musical
endeavors?
Valant:
There are none of the
conveniences of a stage
built for sorcerous acts.
Valant:
It was a challenging task,
and so I accepted.
Apollo:
She disappeared from the top
of the tower...
Apollo:
...But in order to move, you
would have had to use some
sort of secret tunnel.
Valant:
People come to me because
I am a professional among
professionals.
Valant:
My illusions are custom-made
for a time and a place.
Valant:
...Now, because of the murder,
all the eyes of the nation
are on this concert.
Valant:
Not a bad thing, as far as
the fortunes of Troupe
Gramarye are concerned.
Trucy:
So... you were here checking
up on your trick to make sure
it went well.
Valant:
And went well it did. Now,
speaking of pianos...
Valant:
...That piano over there
troubles me.
Apollo:
It troubles you...?
Why?
Valant:
Why? Why do you ask, why?
Apollo:
(I think it's probably
quicker if I just go check
it out myself, thanks.)
=Talk -> Troupe Gramarye=
Valant:
I know what you are thinking
in that head of yours.
Valant:
"Gramarye, yes," you say.
"I recall seeing him on
television."
Valant:
Something of that sort?
Apollo:
Um, actually, yes, you're
right.
Trucy:
Wow! He just read your mind,
Apollo!
Apollo:
...Or everyone tells him that
and he made a good guess.
Valant:
It was twenty years ago...
Valant:
A young magician, a genius
of his time, came down among
us...
Valant:
His name... was Magnifi
Gramarye!
Valant:
It was he who began the
great Troupe Gramarye!
Valant:
At his prime, not a day passed
that he did not play upon the
screens of every TV there was.
Apollo:
(I do have a vague memory
of someone like that on
TV...)
Valant:
Yet, several years ago, that
time came to an end. My troupe
pulled a vanishing act, yes.
Valant:
Cries for magic no longer
heard, the TV screen a barren
waste, stripped of illusion.
Trucy:
Th-That's not true! I still
went to all your shows!
Trucy:
Like that one in the parking
lot down at the supermarket.
Apollo:
(When you start playing
supermarket parking lots,
you know you're in trouble.)
Valant:
...We hone our skill at these
small venues, always awaiting
our time.
Valant:
...Yes, one day we will rise,
up from obscurity, onto fame's
shining stage once more!
Valant:
I do this not only for the
magic that is Gramarye, but
for my partner...
Apollo:
Your partner...? You mean...
Valant:
Yes. Zak Gramarye.
Apollo:
(Trucy's father...)
Valant:
Before he disappeared seven
years ago...
Valant:
...there was no name higher
than Gramarye in show business
circles. None.
Valant:
I will see us returned to
glory! I, Valant Gramarye!
=Talk -> Valant and Zak=
Valant:
Our founder Magnifi Gramarye
was truly a genius, a worker
of miracles.
Trucy:
I'll never forget the one I
saw when I was little!
Trucy:
How he made that whole jumbo
jet go... um, what happened
to the jet again?
Apollo:
(...Apparently someone doesn't
remember it as well as they
thought.)
Valant:
Of all the would-be magicians
who came to his door, only
Zak and I had the talent.
Valant:
In no time at all, Valant and
Zak were the shining stars
in the Gramarye crown.
Trucy:
Cool, huh? And Zak Gramarye
was my daddy!
Valant:
Now that Magnifi and Zak are
gone, I have but one wish.
Valant:
Let it be I, Valant Gramarye
who brings the Gramarye
miracle back to the big stage!
Trucy:
I'm rooting for you!
Valant:
Miss Trucy, you cannot grow up
quick enough! I need your
skill by my side!
Trucy:
One skill, coming up!
Apollo:
(How do we manage to get off
the topic of the case so
quickly all the time?)
---
July 9
---
...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH...
Apollo:
Uh oh...
Apollo:
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?
Ema:
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.
Ema:
"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.
Ema:
Maybe that's why the chief
gave me these after he was
finished chewing me out.
Ema:
Said it was my reward.
Apollo:
...Are chocolate Snackoos
popular down at the precinct
or something?
Ema:
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.
Ema:
...Though I did find something
strange.
Trucy:
Something strange?
=Examine Air Vent=
Apollo:
That's the air vent with
Machi Tobaye's fingerprints.
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
What's with the frown?
Ema:
Can't a girl frown anymore?
Is that a crime?
Apollo:
Ack! No, of course not,
I just meant...
Ema:
Machi Tobaye's fingerprints
are on that air vent.
Ema:
Why would his fingerprints be
there if he wasn't the
shooter?
Apollo:
(That's not a question I want
to have to answer in court.)
Ema:
Hey! Wipe that frown off your
face.
Ema:
One stick in the mud per
crime scene, please.
Apollo:
(I guess girls can frown,
but defense attorneys can't.)
=Examine Carpet Square=
Apollo:
Look, the carpet's been torn
up here.
Trucy:
That's the part we did the
lunimol testing on in court!
Ema:
"Loony mall"? What's a "Loony
mall"!? It's "Luminol"!
Get it right!
Trucy:
...!
Trucy:
Ema's kind of scary when it
comes to science.
Apollo:
...Best learn the word and
not incite her wrath again.
=Present Badge=
Ema:
You know, you're a bit like
Mr. Wright.
Ema:
He always carried his badge
around, too.
Apollo:
Huh?
Ema:
I think he did it so he'd
never forget who he was, or
his duty as a defender.
Ema:
Something like that. Pretty
noble, really.
Apollo:
(I guess there really isn't
a need for me to carry this
around.)
Apollo:
(Though it seems to have made
a decent impression...)
Ema:
Why did they have to commit
their crime according to the
song?
Ema:
Seems like it'd be more
trouble than it's worth.
Trucy:
Maybe they were trying to
throw off the investigation?
Ema:
That's certainly possible.
But risky, don't you think?
Ema:
Just carrying someone as
big as Mr. LeTouse would be
tough enough.
Apollo:
(She may be a snacking fiend,
but sometimes, she actually
makes some sense.)
=Present Revolver=
Ema:
That's an Interpol-issue
revolver, right?
Apollo:
Which means it belonged to
Mr. LeTouse. He must have
had it to begin with.
Ema:
Sounds that way.
Apollo:
So, if it was Machi...
Apollo:
Are we saying Machi stole it
from Mr. LeTouse...?
Ema:
......
Apollo:
(Now that's really hard to
imagine him doing...)
=Present Other=
Apollo:
Do you think you could take
a look at this, Ema?
Ema:
Apollo:
Ema...?
Ema:
Apollo:
(Her rate of chewing is
increasing...)
Apollo:
(Better back off before it's
too late!)
=Talk -> The trial today=
Ema:
I met my embarrassment quota
for the year, that's for sure.
Trucy:
Well, that's a good thing,
isn't it?
Ema:
Um, how?
Trucy:
I mean, think about it.
Trucy:
Now you don't have to be
embarrassed about anything
else all year!
Apollo:
...If only it worked that way.
Ema:
It just bugs me to think that
little kid outsmarted me.
Ema:
And it makes him even more
suspicious now that we know
he can see!
Ema:
He could have seen the air
duct, and he could have shot
that revolver.
Trucy:
But that's not how it sounded
in Lamiroir's testimony.
Ema:
You mean her saying she heard
Detective Daryan's voice at
the scene? Hmm...
Trucy:
That's right!
Ema:
Why can't we have a normal,
straightforward killing once
in a while in this country!?
Apollo:
I'll pretend I didn't hear
that.
=Talk -> The case=
Ema:
Was that true what you said
in court today?
Ema:
You know, about the case...
Ema:
About how everything was
happening according to
those song lyrics?
Apollo:
..."The Guitar's Serenade",
you mean?
Trucy:
I found the link, you know!
Trucy:
First, Prosecutor Gavin's
heart-shaped key ring was
stolen.
Trucy:
Then Lamiroir flew through
the air.
Trucy:
Then Prosecutor Gavin's
guitar caught on fire.
Trucy:
And in the end, a bullet took
Mr. LeTouse's life...
Trucy:
And he went up into the sky
with a guitar... Well, thirty
feet up, at least.
Ema:
It is kind of hard to chalk it
up to coincidence, hmm.
Trucy:
I know!
And I found it.
Ema:
You think the same person
did all of this?
Apollo:
Don't ask me. I didn't do it.
Ema:
Neither did I! I couldn't fit
through that air vent anyway.
Trucy:
What... You all think I did
it!?
Apollo:
(Sometimes I worry about
that girl.)
=Talk -> Something strange=
Trucy:
...So what did you find?
Ema:
It's so little I must have
passed over it yesterday.
Ema:
I found it under the sofa.
Trucy:
...What is it?
Ema:
Part of some device, I think.
I haven't a clue what.
Ema:
The bit sticking out from
the end looked familiar, so
I had it examined.
Ema:
Turns out it's an antenna.
Trucy:
Ooh, like on a beetle?
Ema:
Like on a cell phone. This
device must use an electronic
signal of some sort.
Trucy:
An electronic signal, you say?
Hmm...
=Present Switch=
Apollo:
Do you think you could take
a look at this?
Ema:
Hmm. A small device... Looks
like a transmitter.
Trucy:
A transmitter?
Ema:
You press this switch here
and it sends out a signal.
Ema:
No idea what it's for, though.
((continue if you've had "Something strange" conversation))
Apollo:
A signal... You mean an
electronic signal?
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Say, Ema...
Apollo:
You know that "strange
object" you said you found?
Ema:
Oh, this?
Apollo:
Let me try pressing this
switch...
Ema:
......
Ema:
Yeeeeeeeeeeooooooouch!
Trucy:
I-I-It's on fire! Ema's
device is on fire!
Ema:
What's the big idea!?
Apollo:
...Ack!
Ema:
Well, now we know what this
is: an igniter.
Trucy:
This part here must work
like a lighter!
Ema:
It nearly lit me up, that's
for sure!
----------------------------
Switch
Type: Other
Retrieved from
the stage.
Found on the stage. Triggers
an igniter. Use with caution.
=Check -> Examine Button=
Apollo:
This switch triggers an
igniter.
Trucy:
Too bad, I was hoping it
was for a bomb that would
blow up the whole coliseum.
Apollo:
You're scaring me.
Apollo:
If Ema hears you talking like
that she'll arrest you.
Trucy:
And then she'll do all sorts of
scientific tests!
Trucy:
Like splitting your hairdo
into three separate spikes.
Trucy:
While she stands by,
laughing and laughing in
her high-pitched voice.
Apollo:
...I said she'd arrest you,
not me. And she's not some
kind of mad scientist.
Trucy:
......
Trucy:
Did you just hear someone
laughing?
----------------------------
Apollo:
Hey, don't look at me like
that. I didn't do it on
purpose!
Ema:
I suppose. At least, we're
getting somewhere with this
case.
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo!
Trucy:
Let's ask Ema more about
this switch!
Trucy:
Now that she has some
first-hand experience.
=Present Switch (again)=
Ema:
What! You aren't trying to
burn me up again, are you?
Ema:
Who sent you to get me? Who?
Apollo:
I'm not out to get you,
promise.
Ema:
Promise!? No promise is good
enough with you still
carrying that weapon around!
Ema:
Try burning me again with
that trigger of yours...
Ema:
...and I'll throw 100 bags
worth of Snackoos at you!
Apollo:
(I've never seen someone
munch so furiously. Better
stay clear for a while.)
=Talk -> The switch=
Ema:
...What are you trying to do,
burn me alive!?
Apollo:
C'mon, it was just a few
sparks.
Ema:
Says you! You weren't the
one holding it!
Trucy:
There's enough sparks flying
around here just with you
two talking.
Apollo:
Anyway...
Apollo:
Now we know this is a remote
for an igniter.
Ema:
Let me see that for a second.
Ema:
......
Apollo:
Well?
Ema:
Well, this is definitely
a little transmitter.
Ema:
The signal's weak, probably
only reaches thirty feet.
Trucy:
A transmitter, huh...
** Remote Trigger updated in the
Court Record. **
----------------------------
Remote Trigger
Type: Other
Retrieved from
the stage.
Found on the stage. Triggers
an igniter within 30 feet.
----------------------------
Ema:
Incidentally, if you look at
a cross-section diagram of
the stage area...
Ema:
...Let's see, thirty feet
from Lamiroir's dressing
room...
Ema:
That covers the backstage
completely.
Ema:
It also looks like it would
cover the stage.
Apollo:
(It kind of seems unlikely
anyone would use this on
stage...)
** Forum Diagram added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Forum Diagram
Type: Maps
Received from
Ema Skye.
Cross-section diagram of the
Sunshine Coliseum. Touch the
----------------------------
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.
Ema:
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
----------------------------
Igniter
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Emits a flame when triggered
by remote control.
=Check -> Examine Tube=
Apollo:
All these little parts... It's
pretty complex.
Apollo:
I'm guessing this is where
the fire comes out. Other than
that...
Trucy:
Good thing machines run even
if we don't know how they
work!
Trucy:
...That's what Daddy always
says.
Apollo:
Not really a saying you want
to go around repeating, Trucy.
----------------------------
---
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!
Daryan:
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...
Daryan:
My alibi's rock solid.
Rock solid!
Daryan:
"The Guitar's Serenade", eh?
Classic tearjerker, that one.
Trucy:
You don't think he based it
on a real experience, do you?
Daryan:
Probably not. He writes by
feeling, more than memory.
Trucy:
Ooh! You mean the songs just
kind of "come to him"?
Daryan:
Yeah, something like that.
I guess you could call him
a genius.
Daryan:
Of course he changes the song
and lyrics on a whim. Drives
me up the wall.
Apollo:
He makes his court cases on
a whim sometimes, too.
Daryan:
He changed the lyrics to a
song just before a recording
the other day, even.
Daryan:
Wants to put in this line
about a university student
obsessed with girls. Whatever!
Apollo:
(Hmm? Why does that sound
strangely familiar?)
Daryan:
Of course it always turns out
good in the end. That's his
talent, I suppose.
=Present Other=
Daryan:
Look, if you want to talk
about the case, talk to
someone else, 'kay?
Daryan:
Don't want Gavin having
another one of his hissy fits.
=Talk -> Your alibi=
Trucy:
So, about your alibi...
Daryan:
You have to ask?
Daryan:
The shooting happened right in
the middle of the third set!
Apollo:
Um... that's right.
Apollo:
(The music was blaring when
we heard those gunshots...)
Apollo:
(...And found Mr. LeTouse
dead.)
Daryan:
I've got ten thousand
witnesses who saw me, too.
Daryan:
Right there on that stage.
Trucy:
Your guitar playing was
something else!
Daryan:
Thanks, little lady.
...See?
Daryan:
This whole thing's a sham.
I can't believe they aren't
letting me work!
Apollo:
There's no need to yell at
me...
(It's Lamiroir's fault...)
Apollo:
(She was the one who said
she heard his voice at the
moment of the crime...)
Daryan:
Man, I never even talked to
that old windbag!
Daryan:
How could she possibly
identify me?
=Talk -> Prosecutor Gavin=
Trucy:
They won't let you work?
Daryan:
He won't let me work! Gavin!
Says I gotta lie low till
the suspicion is cleared.
Daryan:
What suspicion!? He can be
such a stick in the mud.
Trucy:
Mr. Gavin? A stick in the mud?
Daryan:
He may look all flashy and
showy, but he's straight as
an arrow, man.
Daryan:
...'Cept when he's depressed.
Daryan:
You hear him whining the
other day?
Apollo:
Oh, you mean the thing with
the mixing board?
Klavier:
Apollo:
This part is off.
Klavier:
2nd Guitar.
Daryan:
Ah.
Klavier:
It was you Daryan!
Daryan:
He's just a perfectionist,
is all. Not a bad guy, really.
Trucy:
Well, I think the Gavinners
are the best!
Trucy:
I have all your albums.
Daryan:
The band's fine, too. Gavin
can write a good tune, I'll
give him that.
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.
Daryan:
...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".
Daryan:
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?
Daryan:
You don't think I did it,
right?
Apollo:
W-Well...
Daryan:
Great. Way to instill a guy
with some confidence.
Daryan:
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?
Daryan:
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.)
---
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.
=Move -> Gavin's Office=
---
July 9
Prosecutor Gavin's Office
---
Trucy:
So... this is it.
Trucy:
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.
Trucy:
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.
Trucy:
What if we heard something
scandalous about the band!?
Apollo:
(She'd make a good reporter...
for a gossip mag.)
Klavier:
What? A "replica"...?
Klavier:
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?
Klavier:
Just get me that report,
chop chop.
Klavier:
...And stop leaving mysterious
objects in my office, OK?
...*beep*...
Klavier:
It's times like this when
I start to miss Daryan...
Klavier:
...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.
Klavier:
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?
Klavier:
Or Prosecutor Gavin, scourge
of the courtroom?
Trucy:
What do you think he means,
Apollo?
Apollo:
I think he's giving us a
choice.
Apollo;
We can either ask him about
the concert... or the case.
Apollo:
(Which way to go?)
=Examine Burnt Guitar=
Apollo:
That was an impressive bit
of pyrotechnics that did this.
Trucy:
That's the guitar from the
concert, isn't it...
Klavier:
I thought it was one of the
staff playing a gag on me.
Klavier:
I never guessed that wasn't
the end of it...
Klavier:
I had a specialist analyze the
guitar, incidentally.
Trucy:
Oh? Did you find anything out?
Klavier:
He didn't have a lot of time,
so it's still unclear...
Klavier:
But the results he came up
with were... intriguing.
Apollo:
Intriguing?
Apollo:
(How does that guitar tie into
everything that went on?)
Trucy:
Sounds like something we
should ask about.
=Examine Guitar Display=
Apollo:
Look at all the guitars!
Why so many?
Klavier:
You can never have too many
guitars. They are like...
my lovers.
Apollo:
(I didn't just hear him say
that.)
Trucy:
They're backup guitars,
Apollo. Don't you know
anything?
Trucy:
Rock 'n' rollers always
smash their guitars at the
end of a show!
Apollo:
No wonder it's so hard to make
it as a musician.
Trucy:
You know what, you should try
rocking a little, Apollo.
Apollo:
And breaking his guitars while
he watches? That might be a
little too rocking.
Klavier:
Ah ha ha ha. Of course,
I would never do such a thing.
Klavier:
Did I not say, they are like
my lovers?
Klavier:
Do I seem like the kind of
man who would do such a thing
to ones he loves?
Trucy:
No, no! Not at all! I mean,
you're Mr. Gavin, upstanding
prosecutor!
Apollo:
(What happened to Prosecutor
Gavin, god of rock?)
=Examine Window=
Klavier:
The view is exhilarating, ja?
Klavier:
I sit here, gazing down upon
the city, writing my songs.
Apollo:
Try working on cases.
Klavier:
It is the same thing.
Klavier:
I write lyrics the same way
I corroborate evidence.
Klavier:
It is a harmony between the
logical mind, and the primal
spirit within!
Apollo:
(Is it so hard to admit that
you like staring out your
window and daydreaming?)
=Examine Monitor=
Apollo:
This display shows all the
evidence for the case.
Trucy:
Look, Apollo! He's got three
televisions!
Klavier:
Hey, don't look at those
too closely. I'm still sorting
out the details.
Apollo:
(Each monitor shows evidence
for a different case. He
does them all at once!?)
Trucy:
I wish I had three TVs.
Apollo:
What would you possibly do
with three television sets?
Trucy:
I may look laid back and
relaxed, but in reality,
I'm quite busy, you know!
Trucy:
I'm living life at turbo
speed! Doing magic, going to
school, investigating cases...
Trucy:
But... But if I had three
big TVs...!
Trucy:
I could watch a magic video,
do my homework, and catch a
crime drama all at once!
Apollo:
The first two seem useful,
I suppose.
=Examine Reclining Chair=
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
What's wrong, Apollo? You
look confused.
Apollo:
I was just wondering where
the "work chair" in this
office was.
Klavier:
You're looking at my favorite
chair right now.
Apollo:
...That's a massage chair,
isn't it?
Klavier:
That is an ergonomic,
adjustable office--
Trucy:
I love the ones with the
vibrating rollers on your
back! Those feel great!
Klavier:
......
Trucy:
Did I say something wrong?
Klavier:
No. I merely realized the
futility of an explanation.
=Examine Desk=
Trucy:
Wow, look at that stereo!
Klavier:
To me, a life without music
is inconceivable.
Klavier:
I never turn down the volume,
even when I'm working on a
case.
Trucy:
That's such a huge speaker!
It must be really loud!
Klavier:
This room is completely
soundproof, of course.
Trucy:
Really? At my place I can hear
when the neighbors turn their
VCR on to record something.
Apollo:
Maybe you can get Mr. Wright
to talk to them, work
something out?
Trucy:
And lately, we've been getting
complaints about Apollo's
voice training.
Apollo:
...Maybe I'll go have a word
with Mr. Wright, too.
=Examine Jar=
Trucy:
What's that on the plate
there?
Apollo:
Is that... gum?
Trucy:
Gum...?
Apollo:
Maybe he was chewing it when
the phone rang.
Apollo:
So he put it on the plate for
later consumption.
Trucy:
You'd think a rock star could
afford a fresh stick.
Klavier:
Don't jump to any conclusions,
now.
Klavier:
That's no chewing gum.
Take a closer look...
Klavier:
...Although I really shouldn't
be offering, should I.
Apollo:
(What is that...?)
Apollo:
(It looks like a lump of
plastic...?)
Trucy:
Wait, that phone call...
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.
Klavier:
What? A "replica"...?
Klavier:
So why was he after it in the
first place? Yeah, LeTouse!
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin, does this
have something to do with
Mr. LeTouse?
Klavier:
...Wait a second!
Klavier:
You were listening to my
phone call, weren't you!?
Trucy:
Who? Us?
Trucy:
I-I tried to stop him, really!
But he forced me to!
Apollo:
Hey, you were the one digging
for a scandal, Ms. Reporter!
Klavier:
...Too [sic] tell the truth, I'm
not even sure what it is.
Klavier:
But apparently, it's a model
of something undercover agent
Mr. LeTouse was after.
Trucy:
This... lump?
Apollo:
Would you mind telling us
what you do know about it?
Klavier:
The Guitar's Serenade... Might
I ask, did you enjoy it?
Trucy:
It's a lovely song! I got all
teary-eyed!
Apollo:
Ah yes, the "cursed song that
turned a concert into a
tragedy", wasn't it?
Klavier:
I was singing it for you,
Fräulein.
Trucy:
Whoa! Th-That's so special!
Apollo:
...It was Lamiroir singing,
actually.
Klavier:
I am glad you were moved.
It is that kind of song.
Apollo:
(......Ack! I've run out of
snide comments!)
=Present Remote=
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin, about this
remote...
(Wait!)
Klavier:
Excuse me, did you say
something?
Apollo:
(This remote control might be
valuable ammunition for the
trial tomorrow!)
Apollo:
(It's too early to show my
hand now...)
Klavier:
You would think someone with
such a loud voice would speak
more clearly, ja?
=Present Headset=
Klavier:
That looks like one of our
tour-issue headsets.
Klavier:
Why are you wearing it,
Fräulein?
Trucy:
I thought it'd be cool!
I could pretend I was concert
security and stuff.
Apollo:
Actually, we found it at the
venue and thought you might
want it.
Klavier:
Oh, no, please, you keep it.
Klavier:
It goes well with your cape,
Fräulein.
Trucy:
Tee hee! You think?
Apollo:
(She does look like she
belongs on a stage, that's
for sure.)
=Present Other=
Klavier:
My apologies, but there's no
way I'm going to talk details
about the case with you.
Klavier:
If you want to get my
attention, bring me
something... dramatic.
Apollo:
(I'm not here to get your
attention, Gavin...)
Apollo:
(...I'm here to get your
information.)
=Talk -> The case=
Klavier:
Ah, that reminds me, did you
see the paper today?
Trucy:
Yes!
Trucy:
I always read the TV section.
Klavier:
Good girl. How about you,
Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
...I read the funnies.
Klavier:
...Then you will not have
seen this!
Apollo:
"Concert of Tragedy -- The
Prosecutor's Deadly Song!"
Trucy:
Ooh, is that a new show?
I haven't heard about that
one.
Klavier:
It's not a show. It's an
article. News, you know?
Trucy:
Oh, does this have anything
to do with the case...?
Klavier:
Since getting back from the
trial, my phone has been
ringing off the hook!
Klavier:
"How does it feel to take a
man's life with a song?"
Klavier:
"Have you ever hummed a man
all the way to death row?"
Klavier:
"Do you think you could sing
for me over the phone?"
Klavier:
...It is endless. Endless!
Thanks to the case you made
today, of course.
Trucy:
Oh, that was all Apollo's
idea!
Apollo:
(Hey!)
Apollo:
Hmm? Is that a newspaper over
there, too?
Klavier:
Ah yes. The Borginian Daily
Bugle. Go ahead, take a look.
Apollo:
Um, thanks, but I can't read
Borginian.
Klavier:
Oh, that's right.
Klavier:
Suffice it to say this is big
news over there as well.
Klavier:
Though they didn't go so far
as to mention the lyrics to
my song.
Trucy:
Probably no one in Borginia
could believe it.
Klavier:
...It's probably seen as "just
a theory" at this point.
Klavier:
Their journalists didn't see
the need to mention it.
Apollo:
That makes sense. I hardly
know what to think of it
myself.
** Borginian Newspaper added to

----------------------------
Borginian Newspaper
Type: Documents
Received at Prosecutor
Gavin's Office.
Article about the case. It
doesn't mention the lyrics
of Lamiroir's ballad.
----------------------------
Klavier:
Lamiroir's testimony will
probably be in the evening
edition, I'd imagine.
Klavier:
Which is why I've had Daryan
step down from the
investigation for now.
Trucy:
Yeah, we ran into him moping
in front of the coliseum.
Klavier:
Lamiroir was my invited guest,
so it is a rather delicate
situation...
Klavier:
...You understand how much I
want to solve this case.
Quickly, if possible.
=Talk -> The Guitar's Serenade=
Trucy:
I really love that song. It
has such a great atmosphere
to it.
Apollo:
You co-wrote it with Lamiroir,
if I remember correctly?
Klavier:
That's right. It was last
year...
Klavier:
I had gone to tour Borginia's
legal system, as a matter of
fact.
Trucy:
And that's when you heard
Lamiroir's voice?
Klavier:
It was at a small jazz club.
...I wept that night.
Klavier:
I knew I had to meet her, to
talk with her.
Klavier:
So I used my influence, which
is not inconsiderable, to
arrange a meeting.
Trucy:
Wow, prosecutors really have
a lot of clout.
Apollo:
I think he's sort of a special
case, Trucy.
Klavier:
Thankfully, she liked the work
I did, and we wrote a song
right there, backstage.
Klavier:
Machi on piano, that dulcet
voice...
Klavier:
And myself on a guitar that
I borrowed from Lamiroir.
Trucy:
And music history was made!
Trucy:
Probably not an experience
your average lawyer would
ever have. Like Apollo, say.
Klavier:
It is a memory I hold dear.
And the song we wrote that
night... was this.
Klavier:
And that very guitar is right
over there.
Apollo:
You mean... this charred lump?
Trucy:
Don't call it a lump! That's
a piece of history!
Trucy:
And it's only browned, not
really "charred".
Klavier:
No matter. I shall never sing
that song again.
Klavier:
I wouldn't have used that
guitar again either, even if
I could have.
Apollo:
(What happened during that
song, anyway?)
Apollo:
(Why did his guitar suddenly
catch on fire?)
Trucy:
Do you think you could show it
to us?
Trucy:
Your charred... I mean
slightly burnt guitar?
Apollo:
I'm sure he doesn't mind.
What more could happen to it?
=Talk -> Lamiroir's guitar=
Klavier:
...It was a beautiful
instrument. It was played
lovingly for many years.
Klavier:
A guitar befitting a woman
like Lamiroir.
Trucy:
How did it end up here?
Klavier:
She gave it to me.
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.
Klavier:
We couldn't carry it on the
plane. Changes in air pressure
and humidity ruin the wood.
Klavier:
So, we vacuum packed it in
Lamiroir's studio.
Klavier:
I used a special shipping
service available to me
for transporting evidence.
Klavier:
They brought it right up to
my office for me.
Klavier:
...Pristine and untouched.
Trucy:
See, prosecutors do have a lot
of clout.
Apollo:
Um, I still think he's a
special case.
Trucy:
Such a valuable guitar...
It's too bad it got burned.
** Prosecutor Gavin's Guitar

----------------------------
Prosecutor Gavin's Guitar
Type: Other
Gavin's Office.
A gift from Lamiroir, sent
from Borginia. Burned the
night of the concert.
=Check -> Examine Burnt Hole=
Apollo:
There's lightly scorched,
and then there's this...
Trucy:
It's burned clean through!
Apollo:
Yep. It's pretty much a
useless piece of junk.
Trucy:
...It's kind of like you after
a trial, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Which part? The burned clean
through, or the useless
piece of junk?)
----------------------------
Apollo:
What was it that you were
saying earlier?
Apollo:
...Something about intriguing
results from an examination
of the guitar?
Trucy:
That's right! What was
that all about?
Klavier:
Well, you know how guitars
have a round hole in the
front?
Klavier:
It is called the "sound hole".
Apollo:
Ah, so that's what it's
called.
Klavier:
Well, they found something
attached to the wood just
inside the hole.
Klavier:
...A broken device of some
sort.
Trucy:
A broken... device?
Klavier:
Yes. This, in fact.
Klavier:
The examiner is busy with
evidence for the case now,
however.
Klavier:
So he'll be checking this out
once he's finished with
everything else.
Trucy:
Hmm...
Apollo:
(Odd. That device looks
strangely familiar...)
=Present Igniter=
Apollo:
(It has to be one of these...)
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
That "device" that was
found in your guitar...!
Apollo:
...Take a look at this.
Klavier:
...! Why, that looks like the
same thing! What is it...?
Apollo:
It's an igniter.
Trucy:
A-Another one!?
Apollo:
It was at the crime scene...
In Lamiroir's dressing room.
Apollo:
Detective Skye found it,
actually.
Klavier:
...At the scene of the crime?
What could that mean,
I wonder?
----------------------------
Igniter
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Identical igniters in Gavin's
guitar and at the crime scene.
Triggered by "Remote Trigger".
----------------------------
=Talk -> The strange lump=
Klavier:
This was found in
Mr. LeTouse's bag.
Klavier:
It's apparently a replica
of something.
Apollo:
A replica...
Apollo:
(It's a small lump, about
an inch and a half long.)
Klavier:
We analyzed it... but there's
not much to say, other than
it's a lump of plastic.
Klavier:
Perhaps it was to be used in
the identification of whatever
it is a replica of.
Apollo:
You mean... whatever
Mr. LeTouse was after?
Klavier:
That seems to be the most
logical explanation.
Trucy:
Well? Well? What is it?
Klavier:
Don't ask me, Fräulein.
Trucy:
Oh? If you don't want to
tell us, you could just say
so.
Klavier:
I've put in a request to
Interpol via my contacts in
Borginia...
Klavier:
But, apparently there is a
block on information somewhere
along the chain.
Trucy:
Oh?
Klavier:
Something Interpol doesn't
want to tell Borginia...
Klavier:
Something about this little
piece of plastic.
Apollo:
(Mr. LeTouse went through all
that trouble to become
Lamiroir's manager...)
Apollo:
(...just to come to this
country to find out more
about... this lump?)
Apollo:
(And he died for it.)
** Replica added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Replica
Type: Evidence
Gavin's Office
Replica of something, held by
Mr. LeTouse. Apparently the
focus of his investigation.
=Check -> Examine Label=
Apollo:
"Sample", huh? Think they put
a big enough label on it?
Trucy:
Maybe it's to keep people from
eating it by mistake.
Apollo:
Yes, they might think it was
an otherwise tasty, white
lump of plastic.
Trucy:
Maybe it's the manufacturer?
"Sample Toys: When you can't
afford the real thing!"
Apollo:
Sounds like a company
Mr. Wright would like.
----------------------------
Klavier:
I've sent someone to the
coliseum to fetch Lamiroir.
Klavier:
Perhaps she knows something
about it, being a Borginian.
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.
Klavier:
...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.)
Apollo:
I could say the same...
to you, Prosecutor Gavin.
Klavier:
...?
Apollo:
Thanks for the information.
Apollo:
About the, er, strange lump
of plastic.
Apollo:
The one that Mr. LeTouse was
investigating.
Trucy:
Hey, that's right...
Klavier;
I've been thinking, Herr
Forehead.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
And I keep a simple goal:
to discover the truth.
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
That's why I like to keep
relations civil, ja?
Klavier:
...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.
=Examine Replica=
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
Why the sudden silence, Trucy?
Trucy:
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's nothing, really.
Trucy:
I was just wondering, wouldn't
it be cool if that replica
just happened to vanish?
Apollo:
(Ah, the young magician at
work again.)
Trucy:
Though a simple disappearance
would kind of lack punch.
Trucy:
What if it hatched into a
dove? Or a person, dressed
like a dove...
Apollo:
(There she goes...)
=Examine Burnt Guitar=
Apollo:
The charred remains of what
was once a fine guitar.
Trucy:
Mr. Gavin got it as a present
from Lamiroir!
Apollo:
And he had it shipped
back from Borginia in
a vacuum-sealed case.
Trucy:
Kinda sad how it ended up.
Apollo:
(...Not to mention there was
an igniter placed just inside
the sound hole.)
Apollo:
(I wish I knew why...)
=Examine Guitar Display=
Apollo:
These guitars are vintage
models. Probably pretty
expensive, too.
Trucy:
They've even got little
locks on them!
Apollo:
Weren't you good at picking
locks?
Trucy:
Apollo!
You don't want me to...?
Trucy:
...Well, I do kinda like that
cherry red one!
Apollo:
I'm kidding! I'm kidding!
Trucy:
Oh. That's too bad.
Apollo:
(Sorry, my little thief in the
making. Maybe next time.)
=Examine Window=
Apollo:
What floor are we on again?
The view is incredible!
Trucy:
Wow! The people look like
little rice grains!
Trucy:
Hey! That one with the blonde
hair! Do you think that's
Mr. Gavin?
Apollo:
Uh... He's a little too small
to see.
Trucy:
But look at the one next to
him with the big black poof of
hair pointing straight ahead!
Apollo:
Oh yeah, that's Daryan
alright.
=Examine Reclining Chair=
Trucy:
What a cool chair!
Trucy:
I'm going to sit in it now
while no one's looking!
Trucy:
Wow! So this is what it feels
like to be a star!
Apollo:
(Who would have thought a
chair could bring so much
joy into someone's life.)
Trucy:
I can imagine sitting here,
strumming my guitar...
Trucy:
"Oh, it's you, Herr Forehead.
Sorry... I'm busy. Woooo."
Apollo:
You know, that was a
remarkably good imitation.
Trucy:
Tee hee! Maybe I'll make that
part of my Wonder Bar
repertoire!
=Examine Monitor=
Trucy:
He left his TV on. Think we
should turn it off for him?
Apollo:
Nah, wouldn't want to make him
angry.
Trucy:
OK, if you say so. It's kind
of a waste of electricity.
Apollo:
You just want to play with
his TV. I know you.
Trucy:
Tee hee! How'd you know?
Trucy:
It's just, I've never seen a
TV this big before!
Apollo:
I hate to break it to you,
but it's actually a monitor.
It doesn't play TV shows.
Trucy:
What!? You mean no soap
operas!? No Saturday morning
cartoons!?
Apollo:
...Nope. Sorry.
Trucy:
I... I had no idea.
Apollo:
(There, there, you'll get over
it.)
=Examine Desk=
Apollo:
That's an insanely big speaker
for a room this small.
Apollo:
Oh, look...
Apollo:
All the CDs are Gavinners
CDs.
---
July 9
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---
Trucy:
Looks like Machi is in
questioning.
Apollo:
Huh, the police must have
a Borginian interpreter.
Apollo:
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.
=Examine Camera=
Apollo:
looking at me.
Apollo:
Does that thing just sit there
recording 24 hours a day?
Apollo:
It must use one of those
ultra-long-play tapes.
=Examine Guard=
Apollo:
Apollo:
I think the guard is trying to
set a record for the longest
time without blinking.
---
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.
Ema:
...Being that she's blind and
all.
Apollo:
Yeah. We'll help you look
for her.
Ema:
Great! Thanks.
=Move -> The stage=
---
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!
Trucy:
Yipes, it was really dark
out there.
Apollo:
Dark... That's all Lamiroir
has, when you think about it.
Apollo:
(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?
Trucy:
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?)
=Examine Bass Case=
Trucy:
Hey, that case...
Trucy:
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.
Apollo:
You don't think it's...
Trucy:
Let's open it, Apollo!
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeek! Lamiroir!
Lamiroooooooir!
Apollo:
Ema! We have to get Ema!
Apollo:
(Lamiroir was taken directly
to the hospital.)
Apollo:
(Ema ran around, barking
orders, making phone calls.)
Apollo:
(Trucy just clung to my arm
and cried...)
Apollo:
(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.
Ema:
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!
Trucy:
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?
Lamiroir:
Thank you from the bottom
of my heart.
Apollo:
I-I'm just glad you're OK.
Apollo:
Tell me, what happened?
Lamiroir:
......
=Examine Waiting Area=
Apollo:
Some visitors are here in the
waiting room, watching TV.
TV:
"...murder during a concert
at Sunshine Coliseum..."
Apollo:
Huh, looks like we're on the
news.
TV:
"...with his current hit song,
"Guilty Love", is in the
courtroom as prosecutor..."
TV:
"...singing the defendant
all the way to death row..."
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin this,
Prosecutor Gavin that!
Where's my fifteen minutes!?
TV:
"...The Guitar's Serenade...
On sale now!"
=Examine Hallway=
Apollo:
The door down the hall reads
"X-ray Room".
Apollo:
I never did like X-rays...
I don't think I'd enjoy
looking at someone's insides.
Apollo:
Spotting nervous tics is
intense enough.
=Examine Man on Crutches=
Apollo:
That must be a recovering
patient.
Apollo:
He keeps staring at us.
Apollo:
What's so unusual about an
attorney and a magician?
=Examine Reception Desk=
Apollo:
A nurse watches, hawk-like,
from the reception desk.
Apollo:
She glares at me whenever I
talk. Maybe my voice carries?
=Present Replica=
Apollo:
Ah, Lamiroir, I wanted to
ask you about this.
Apollo:
Do you know what this is?
Lamiroir:
This... this is what?
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse was carrying it.
Apollo:
It's a replica of the thing
he was after.
Lamiroir:
He was "after"...?
Trucy:
You know, in his secret
identity!
Trucy:
As an undercover agent!
Lamiroir:
...So that's what he was
doing.
Apollo:
...!
You mean, you know what...
Lamiroir:
Yes, I know, of course.
This must be...
Lamiroir:
...a Borginian Cocoon.
Lamiroir:
...Or rather a convincing
replica thereof.
----------------------------
Replica
Type: Evidence
Gavin's Office.
Borginia Cocoon replica,
held by Mr. LeTouse.
----------------------------
Apollo:
(Why haven't I heard of a
Borginian Cocoon before?)
Trucy:
Why would he be carrying this
around? Was it some kind of
souvenir?
Lamiroir:
I wonder...
=Present Other=
Lamiroir:
I'm sorry, I'm not quite
recovered from the attack...
Apollo:
(She looks like she's had
a rough day...)
Apollo:
(I'll just put this piece of
evidence away for later.)
=Talk -> Attacked!=
Lamiroir:
It was after I spoke with you
in front of the dressing room.
Lamiroir:
I sensed someone approaching.
Lamiroir:
I thought it might be someone
come to see me, but they
said nothing.
Lamiroir:
When I went to return to my
dressing room...
Apollo:
...You were hit?
Lamiroir:
I knew, that very moment,
I knew!
Lamiroir:
The assailant... was trying
to kill me.
Trucy:
Ack!
Lamiroir:
It was lucky for me the first
blow did not knock me out.
Lamiroir:
I turned and ran for the
stage.
Lamiroir:
Someone was chasing me,
I could hear footsteps...
Lamiroir:
Yet I reached the stage first.
Apollo:
Why the stage?
Lamiroir:
I had overheard maintenance
people talking.
Lamiroir:
The power to the stage area
was off, they said, for
electrical work.
Trucy:
Ah...
Lamiroir:
Darkness is my ally.
Lamiroir:
There was a contrabass case
near the stage.
Lamiroir:
That is where I hid.
Apollo:
So the assailant couldn't
see you!
Lamiroir:
Once in the case... I'm afraid
I passed out.
Apollo:
Wow, that sounds like a really
close call.
=Talk -> The assailant=
Apollo:
Do you have any idea who it
might have been?
Lamiroir:
Unfortunately, no. Whoever it
was, they said not a word.
Apollo:
Too bad...
Lamiroir:
Yet, when I consider that I
was struck high on the
forehead...
Lamiroir:
I must conclude that whoever
hit me was taller than I am.
Apollo:
Good point...
(She's sharp!)
Trucy:
And you're much taller than
I am.
Trucy:
You're about as tall as
Apollo.
Apollo:
So, that means it was likely
an adult, and probably a man.
Apollo:
(...Could it be him!?)
Trucy:
But why would anyone attack
you, Lamiroir!?
Lamiroir:
The detective asked me this,
too.
Lamiroir:
And to her I gave the same
answer I give you: I do not
know.
Apollo:
Hmm...
=Talk -> The Borginian Cocoon=
Lamiroir:
Well, they call it
"Borginian"...
Lamiroir:
It must only be found in
Borginia.
Lamiroir:
For certain, all in Borginia
know of these.
Trucy:
It's a cocoon... so, do you
get silk from it?
Lamiroir:
I do not know the details,
I am sorry to say.
Apollo:
(I thought she said all in
Borginia knew of these?)
Lamiroir:
There is one fact I do know
about the cocoon, though.
Lamiroir:
Something all in Borginia
know.
Apollo:
...What's that?
Lamiroir:
The cocoons... They are not to
be taken out of the country.
Lamiroir:
If someone does, and is
caught, they will be put
to death.
Trucy:
T-T-T-To death!?
Apollo:
Why!?
Lamiroir:
I do not know.
Lamiroir:
Yet, if Interpol was
involved...
Lamiroir:
...I'm sure there is a good
reason.
Trucy:
But this is just a piece of
plastic!
Apollo:
He was carrying a replica...
but looking for the real deal.
Apollo:
That's my best guess.
Trucy:
So, that's what he was up to?
Apollo:
Tracking down Borginian
Cocoon smuggling...
Trucy:
Smuggling...
=Talk -> Smuggling=
Lamiroir:
It seems I was "marked".
Trucy:
"Marked"...?
Lamiroir:
Life changed for me with the
popularity of my songs.
Lamiroir:
I began to travel around
the world.
Trucy:
Ah! So you could have brought
those Borginian Cocoons with
you...
Lamiroir:
...On my trips, yes. That was
probably the suspicion.
Apollo:
And Mr. LeTouse was placed
as an undercover agent to
look into it.
Lamiroir:
Borginia is a small, sheltered
country.
Lamiroir:
Not many of our people venture
into the world outside.
Trucy:
Is that why they suspected
you?
Apollo:
But... Mr. LeTouse wasn't a
Borginian, was he.
Apollo:
He was an Interpol agent,
which means...
Trucy:
What, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, there must have been
some reason other countries
didn't want the cocoons out.
Apollo:
Something scary enough to get
Interpol involved.
Trucy:
Huh? Like what?
Trucy:
How could such a tiny ball of
thread cause such a commotion?
Apollo:
(Cocoon smuggling...)
Apollo:
(And Mr. LeTouse had Lamiroir
marked... Hmm...)
Apollo:
...It couldn't be her.
Trucy:
Huh?
Apollo:
(There's one other person I
need to talk to!)
Apollo:
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!
---
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.
Apollo:
...When we still thought you
were blind.
Lamiroir:
[symbols] .. ..
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Apollo:
Now we know the truth.
Apollo:
You can see, right?
Trucy:
I was completely fooled,
myself.
Apollo:
Machi...
Apollo:
Isn't there another secret
you're hiding from us?
Machi:
.. .. ..!
Lamiroir:
Wait, Mr. Attorney!
Lamiroir:
What do you mean by "secret"?
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. ..
Apollo:
What do I mean by "secret"?
Well...
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
[symbols]
Lamiroir:
Ah, Mr. Attorney...
Apollo:
I don't need a translation to
understand that.
Apollo:
I'd know that "wrong evidence"
look anywhere.
Lamiroir:
I'd imagine you would.
Apollo:
(Ugh, let's try that again.)
((Present Replica))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
If I'm not mistaken...
Apollo:
...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.
Apollo:
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.
Apollo:
If you won't tell me, I might
have to give it to the
prosecution...
Apollo:
...and have them look into it!
Machi:
!
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
[symbols]!
Lamiroir:
He asks you to "wait, do not
be so hasty."
Trucy:
M-Machi...?
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
[symbols] .. .. [symbols]?
Lamiroir:
"Do you know everything?"
Apollo:
...Yes, everything.
Well, sort of.
Trucy:
Have him tell us about it!
Machi:
.. .. [symbols] .. ..
Lamiroir:
"Very well"...
=Present Anything=
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Lamiroir:
Machi, he is upset he could
not speak with you.
Trucy:
Well, let's hear him out
before he gets grumpy, Apollo!
=Talk -> The Cocoon=
Trucy:
What is this cocoon, anyway?
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
Lamiroir:
"The cocoon, the silk, is a
potent cure."
Trucy:
A cure...?
Apollo:
It must cure some disease.
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
Lamiroir:
It's a cure for "Incuritis".
Apollo:
A cure for Incuritis?
** Replica updated in the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Replica
Type: Evidence
Gavin's Office.
Replica of a cocoon from which
a remedy for "incuritis"
may be extracted.
----------------------------
Trucy:
But, if it's a cure, why keep
it in Borginia like that?
Trucy:
Just think of all the lives
they could save by sharing
the medicine!
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Lamiroir:
I do not understand the
reasons myself.
Apollo:
OK, well, at least we know
what it is: a cure.
Apollo:
And Mr. LeTouse was after
cocoon smugglers.
Apollo:
Wait, was Machi...?
Lamiroir:
Machi, you weren't...!
Trucy:
He couldn't be a smuggler!
He's so little!
Apollo:
Well, you're only 15, and
you're sort of a magician,
aren't you?
Trucy:
Well, that's true. I am sort
of a magician.
Apollo:
(She said "sort of"! Oh, to
have a copy of that security
camera tape...)
Trucy:
Well, Machi?
Are you... a smuggler?
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
Lamiroir:
[symbols]!
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Lamiroir:
He... won't tell me.
Trucy:
First he plays blind, now
he plays dumb...
Apollo:
I wonder...
Apollo:
Do you think he brought a
cocoon here to sell it to
someone?
Apollo:
If Machi really did bring one
into the country...
Apollo:
...was he planning on making a
deal for its sale?
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
Lamiroir:
"I can't go home"...
Trucy:
Can't go home!?
Machi:
.. .. [symbols] .. .. [symbols]
.. .. [symbols] .. ..
Lamiroir:
"I can't go home to Borginia.
I do not want to go home."
Lamiroir:
The penalty for taking a
cocoon from Borginia...
is death.
Apollo:
(That's right! It's punishable
by death!)
Machi:
[symbols] .. .. .. ..
Lamiroir:
"About the case..."?
What about the case?
Apollo:
(He wants to tell us about
Mr. LeTouse's death!?)
Machi:
[symbols], [symbols] .. ..
???:
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.
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!
Trucy:
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...)
Apollo:
(I know who I'm after now.)
Apollo:
(It all happens tomorrow...
in court!)
To be continued.
============================
Episode 3
Turnabout Serenade
============================
---
July 10, 9:49 AM
District Court
---
Trucy:
Well, this is it!
Apollo:
Today's the day it all goes
down.
Apollo:
(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!
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo...
Apollo:
(He didn't want us to hear
what Machi had to say...)
Apollo:
(...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.
Valant:
How could I stand to stand
upon the stand?
Valant:
Why, my secrets would be
free for the plucking!
Valant:
...I might even have to
sign autographs!
Valant:
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!
Valant:
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.
Valant:
Do not forget this truth.
Apollo:
A... glamour?
Valant:
A spell, a sorcery...
a great illusion!
Valant:
...Miss Trucy, though it pains
me to part so...
Valant:
...I need to get in line for
a ticket.
Valant:
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!
Trucy:
You can't pull off a show
without one!
Trucy:
The big illusion is always
a spectacle to remember!
Trucy:
Usually, it involves cutting
up things, like people or
elephants...
Trucy:
...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.
Bailiff:
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.
Bailiff:
Apparently his condition
worsened considerably this
morning.
Apollo:
The Chief Justice's son...
Trucy:
Oh, that's right...
Trucy:
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.
Bailiff:
If you care to read about it
yourself...
** Newspaper Article added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Newspaper Article
Type: Documents
Received from
a court bailiff.
Article about the Chief
Justice's son, who is
inflicted [sic] with "incuritis".
----------------------------
Apollo:
("Incuritis"...? Where have I
heard that before?)
Trucy:
I'll let you read that
article for us, Apollo!
Trucy:
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.
Judge:
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...
Judge:
It's just, I've been friends
with the Chief Justice since
we were students.
Judge:
It pains me to see him going
through such a difficult time.
Trucy:
"Incuritis", was it?
Trucy:
That article said there is
no known cure!
Klavier:
Herr Judge, let me say, with
all honesty, I feel your pain.
Klavier:
But, now is not the time for
tears.
Klavier:
Now is the time... for law.
Judge:
...Indeed.
Judge:
We left off at quite the
juncture yesterday.
Daryan:
number.
Daryan:
"IPXX314206"...
Daryan:
this number...
Daryan:
Judge:
Thanks for looking into that
for us, Detective Crescend.
It's a great help.
Daryan:
Oh, no problem at all,
Your Honor.
Daryan:
...I'll be heading out...
*HOLD IT!*
Lamiroir:
Wait!
Lamiroir:
Lamiroir:
............
Judge:
It was "him"?
Lamiroir:
the gunshots fired.
Lamiroir:
It was him! It was
Mr. Daryan!
Daryan:
...No way...
Klavier:
Quite a sensational ending.
Klavier:
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.
Judge:
...Please tell the court your
findings.
Klavier:
Daryan Crescend is a member of
my band, the Gavinners...
Klavier:
...He is also a detective,
making the current charges
serious indeed.
Klavier:
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?
Klavier:
He has an impeccable alibi.
Judge:
An alibi?
Klavier:
Let us review the facts again,
shall we?
Klavier:
The concert held on the night
of the shooting was in three
sets.
Klavier:
The Gavinners ripped up the
stage during the first set.
Klavier:
For the second set, our guest
took center stage...
Klavier:
The only performers appearing
were myself, Lamiroir, and
Machi...
Klavier:
... along with a drummer and
bassist, for a total of five.
Klavier:
The shooting in the dressing
room, however, took place
during the third set.
Klavier:
Lamiroir and the defendant,
Machi Tobaye had left the
stage at that point...
Klavier:
...and the Gavinners were
already rocking.
Klavier:
This is when two shots rang
out at the scene of the crime.
Klavier:
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...
Klavier:
...Well, perhaps I should say,
she "heard" the moment of the
crime.
Klavier:
...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.
Klavier:
Voila.
Klavier:
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.)
Apollo:
(Still, there's something here
that doesn't quite add up...)
Judge:
...It appears the defense
has no objections.
Judge:
I believe we can safely say
that Daryan Crescend's alibi
has been acknowledged.
Klavier:
Which means that Lamiroir
was sadly mistaken.
Klavier:
Her testimony cannot be true.
Judge:
Very well. Of course, if we
disregard her testimony...
Judge:
...then I see no evidence
keeping us from declaring
a verdict.
Judge:
...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!)
Apollo:
(Lamiroir might have been
lying to protect Machi!)
Apollo:
(How can I rely on her
testimony...?)
Apollo:
(Wait... What about yesterday
in the detention center...?)
Machi:
[symbols] .. .. .. ..
Lamiroir:
"About the case..."?
What about the case?
Apollo:
(He wants to tell us about
Mr. LeTouse's death!?)
Machi:
[symbols], [symbols] .. ..
???:
This meeting's over.
Trucy:
...Daryan?
Apollo:
(Machi was trying to tell us
something, I know it!)
Apollo:
(...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!*
Apollo:
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.
Apollo:
...Because he doesn't speak
English.
Klavier:
You don't mean...
Apollo:
I do.
Apollo:
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.
Klavier:
I only speak a few phrases,
such as, "I love you," and,
"Where is the toilet?"
Apollo:
request Lamiroir as the
interpreter.
Judge:
L-Lamiroir!?
Judge:
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.
Klavier:
Herr Judge! The prosecution
agrees with the defense's
request.
Klavier:
If Lamiroir lies, I'll be
able to tell.
Klavier:
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?
Klavier:
Your name, to begin with.
...If you would, Lamiroir.
Lamiroir:
Yes...
Lamiroir:
He says, "Machi Tobaye, the
defendant."
Judge:
Hmm, this is certainly a first
for this courtroom.
Judge:
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?
Judge:
What would you have him
testify about!?
Apollo:
What do I want him to testify
about...?
Apollo:
(Ack, I hadn't thought that
far yet!)
Trucy:
Apollo!
Trucy:
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...
Lamiroir:
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!
Judge:
Please testify to the court!
Lamiroir:
"Very well."
-- 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.
Judge:
Hmm.
I see!
Judge:
He wouldn't have understood
the English lyrics to the
song.
Judge:
That would prevent him from
following them so closely.
Klavier:
I wondered what he meant by
"proof".
Klavier:
Why, he would only have to ask
Lamiroir to know the meaning
of that song.
Apollo:
Lamiroir!
Apollo:
Did you ever explain the
lyrics of that song to him?
Lamiroir:
I did tell him, generally,
what the song was about.
Lamiroir:
But never in so much detail.
And he never asked.
Klavier:
Has my oft-repeated warning
already fled that forehead?
Klavier:
Lamiroir might be protecting
the witness!
Apollo:
......
Judge:
Well, anyway, let us proceed
with the cross-examination.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, if you would.
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor.
Apollo:
(Something's hidden in that
testimony, I know it.)
Apollo:
(I'll just have to trust my
bracelet to tell me where!)
Apollo:
(It worked yesterday, it'll
work today!)
Lamiroir:
He says that word of
Mr. LeTouse's death came
as a great shock.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Were Machi and Mr. LeTouse
close?
Lamiroir:
Yes, after we traveled around
the world on tour together...
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Lamiroir... This is Machi's
cross-examination, not yours.
Lamiroir:
But I knew the answer...
Klavier:
This is a court of law. We'll
play by the book.
Lamiroir:
...I understand.
Trucy:
When Prosecutor Gavin's tough,
he's really tough!
Lamiroir:
Machi says he was very good
friends with Mr. LeTouse.
Lamiroir:
"Mr. LeTouse was always a
gentle man, never angry.."
Lamiroir:
"We got along quite well."
Lamiroir:
"I never dreamed something
like this would happen..."
Lamiroir:
But if the killing truly
followed the lyrics of
my song...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
"The Guitar's Serenade",
correct?
Lamiroir:
Yes. "The crime followed the
lyrics of the song..."
Lamiroir:
"The theft of the key ring,
the burning guitar, and the
bullet..."
Lamiroir:
"This is why it could not
have been me!"
Lamiroir:
...I, that is, he, could not
have done it.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
By "could not have done it",
you mean...?
Lamiroir:
It is very simple.
Lamiroir:
Machi could not have done
all the things that happened
that day.
Lamiroir:
For all those things followed
the song lyrics closely...
Lamiroir:
He says that because the
lyrics are in English, he does
not understand them.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Wouldn't it be difficult for
him to perform without knowing
the meaning of the lyrics?
Lamiroir:
He did know what the song was
about, its mood, shall we say.
This was enough to play by.
Lamiroir:
I told him it was a song about
a "guitar in love".
Klavier:
It's... not actually the
guitar that's in love,
strictly speaking.
Lamiroir:
Oh? Perhaps I misunderstood!
Klavier:
Ah, no, not really. Yours is
also a valid interpretation.
Apollo:
(Um... OK?)
Lamiroir:
No, it is my fault. I am too
used to singing in Borginian.
Lamiroir:
It is much easier than trying
to understand these English
lyrics.
((Perceive Wrong))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
Machi... you're not telling
us the entire truth.
Apollo:
I can see it clear as day!
Lamiroir:
Perhaps... my interpretation
is at fault...?
Lamiroir:
Now he says, "I have no idea
what you're talking about."
Trucy:
Apollo! Neither of them looks
uncertain at all!
Klavier:
Lamiroir, it is not your
interpretation that is to
blame here.
Klavier:
It is the lack of anything
resembling intelligence in
that wide forehead you see.
Machi:
......
Hee hee.
Apollo:
You didn't have to interpret
that for him!
Apollo:
(Hmm. Looks like I pointed
at the wrong spot...)
((Perceive Glance))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
Machi...
Apollo:
...You can't fool my eyes.
Machi:
.. .. .. ..!
Apollo:
You glanced toward her the
very moment Lamiroir said the
word "English".
Apollo:
Why?
Apollo:
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:
[symbols] .. ..
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
Apollo:
(Must he continue this
charade...?)
Lamiroir:
Mr. Justice, Machi says this:
Lamiroir:
"I know the word 'English'."
Apollo:
Huh?
Lamiroir:
Before coming to this country,
he heard me speaking English.
Lamiroir:
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?
Lamiroir:
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!
Apollo:
How does he know the crime
followed the lyrics!?
Lamiroir:
......
Have you always been such a
suspicious-minded lad?
Lamiroir:
It is simple. So simple it
hardly requires an
explanation.
Lamiroir:
...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.
Lamiroir:
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!)
Apollo:
(Maybe it's time to show
them proof that he's lying!)
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This evidence proves that
you're lying!
Lamiroir:
Ah, perhaps my interpretation
was at fault...?
Lamiroir:
Machi says, "Try again,
adhesive." No, no, sorry.
"Try again, sucker."
Apollo:
(Urk! I must have gotten it
wrong...)
Apollo:
(One more time!
So, he claims he read about
it in the newspaper...?)
Apollo:
(That means he's lying!)
((Present Borginian Newspaper))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
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.
Apollo:
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.
Apollo:
You couldn't have read about
the lyrics in a Borginian
Newspaper!!!
Machi:
! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Machi:
[symbols!!!!!!!]
Judge:
What does this mean!?
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Lamiroir:
B-But I don't see how it's
possible...
Lamiroir:
Ah, I know!
Lamiroir:
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.
Klavier:
I read the full report myself.
Apollo:
So, the lyrics weren't
in the newspaper and the
police didn't mention them.
Apollo:
The only place you could
have heard them was in this
courtroom!
Apollo:
...In English, no less!
Machi:
!
Judge:
The witness will explain
herself... er, himself!
Lamiroir:
Machi says... He says...
Lamiroir:
......
Judge:
Yes?
Lamiroir:
..."It is true I read the
newspaper."
Lamiroir:
"But this is not where I
learned of the lyrics.
I was mistaken."
Lamiroir:
"Now I remember..."
Apollo:
You remember...?
Lamiroir:
...He says he heard of the
lyrics from me!
Apollo:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
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!)
Apollo:
(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...)
Apollo:
(...Or else!)
Apollo:
......!
Apollo:
(My bracelet's still
reacting!)
Apollo:
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:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Exactly how much did you
explain to Machi?
Lamiroir:
......
Ah, this is a question for
me, yes?
Apollo:
(This interpretation thing is
getting old fast...)
Lamiroir:
I told him that Mr. LeTouse
had been killed, and why
he was a suspect.
Lamiroir:
And I told him the crimes of
that day followed my song.
Apollo:
Did you mention any particular
words of hte song relating to
the case, such as "heart"?
Lamiroir:
Yes, of course I explained
this. He was quite surprised.
((Perceive Wrong))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
Did you know that the body
reveals our thoughts?
Apollo:
And yours is telling me
you were uncertain just now!
Lamiroir:
......
Lamiroir:
Ah, should I be interpreting
this, or not?
Apollo:
...Yes! Of course!
Lamiroir:
I must admit, I find it
hard to interpret that
which makes no sense.
Trucy:
Um, maybe you got it wrong,
Apollo? Just a thought...
Apollo:
You might have a point there,
Trucy.
Apollo:
Um, no need to interpret that
after all, Lamiroir...
Lamiroir:
Oh, I'm sorry, I've already
told him.
Machi:
......
Hee hee.
Apollo:
(...Great, now even my
client's laughing at me.)
Apollo:
(Guess that was the wrong
spot after all...)
((Perceive Swallowing))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
Lamiroir...
Apollo:
I'm currently cross-examining
Machi.
Apollo:
...Why should you be
uncertain?
Lamiroir:
!
Me? Uncertain?
Apollo:
Yes, you swallowed the very
moment you told the court...
Apollo:
..."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.
Lamiroir:
To tell the truth, I do not
believe it myself.
Apollo:
Then, allow me to answer
for you.
Apollo:
Lamiroir, you're protecting...
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Lamiroir:
...I'm afraid I don't
understand what you're saying.
Apollo:
Well...
Lamiroir:
So sad to go through life
being so misunderstood.
Apollo:
(I don't need your pity!)
Apollo:
(What I need is another
chance. C'mon this is easy:
Who is she protecting?)
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...)
Apollo:
(If it's the truth, I'll find
it!)
((Present Machi Tobaye))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Lamiroir, you are protecting
Machi.
Apollo:
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!
Apollo:
But you've lied to us twice.
Apollo:
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.
Apollo:
You understand English.
You have to!
Machi:
! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Machi:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!
Judge:
Witness! Is this true? Do you
understand English?
Machi:
...Y-Yes. A little, only.
----------------------------
Machi Tobaye
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Defendant in this case.
Turns out he isn't blind and
can understand English.
----------------------------
Judge:
What!?
Klavier:
First he could see, now he
can talk.
Klavier:
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.
Apollo:
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.
Klavier:
The defendant has admitted
to being at the scene. Might
we take this as a confession?
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
No! He's clearly denied
that he did it!
Machi:
I no shooting! Manager on
floor. Already on floor...
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
The victim had already been
shot, you say? I find that
hard to believe.
Klavier:
The defendant understood the
song lyrics. He was at the
scene of the crime...
Klavier:
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.
Judge:
Will you require any further
testimony from the witness?
Apollo:
(Is that it? Is there nothing
else I can get hiim to testify
about?)
Apollo:
(Wait... no, of course there
is!)
Trucy:
What is this cocoon, anyway?
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
Lamiroir:
"The cocoon, the silk, is a
potent cure."
Trucy:
A cure...?
Trucy:
Well, Machi?
Are you... a smuggler?
Machi:
[symbols] .. ..
Lamiroir:
[symbols]!
Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
Lamiroir:
He... won't tell me.
Apollo:
(That cocoon has to have
something to do with this!)
Apollo:
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.
Judge:
...I doubt we are likely to
learn anything more of value
should this continue.
Judge:
I see no other course but to
declare a five minute recess!
Judge:
The defense will work things
out with the defendant so that
we might proceed!
---
July 10, 11:23 AM
District Court
---
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.
Machi:
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...
Apollo:
...and found Mr. LeTouse
already dead, and THEN you
heard shots?
Apollo:
(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...
Machi:
...I can leave stage and
back... backstage.
Apollo:
(So the vents went to both
the stage and the backstage
area?)
Apollo:
(Is that what he means...?)
Trucy:
Hey, he's right! Look, Apollo!
Apolo:
Huh... Yeah.
Apollo:
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:
Trucy:
Machi didn't shoot
Mr. LeTouse!
Apollo:
Yeah, but what does that
leave us with?
Apollo:
We're supposed to say he went
into the room to find the body
and then he heard the shots?
Apollo:
(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!
Trucy:
That's what Daddy always
told me!
Apollo:
Um, I'll just pretend you
misheard him. Every time.
Apollo:
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:
[symbols] .. ..
Lamiroir:
"I can't go home"...
Trucy:
Can't go home!?
Machi:
.. .. [symbols] .. .. [symbols]
.. .. [symbols] .. ..
Lamiroir:
"I can't go home to Borginia.
I do not want to go home."
Lamiroir:
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.)
Apolo:
...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.
Judge:
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:
......
Klavier:
Shame. And here I thought this
was your big chance to turn
the case around.
Apollo:
Actually, it is.
Apollo:
...The defense would like to
approach this case from a
different angle, Your Honor!
Judge:
A different... angle?
Apollo:
(If Machi won't testify...)
Apollo:
(...then I know who will!)
Apollo:
I would like to cross-examine
the witness in this case...
Lamiroir!
Judge:
L-Lamiroir...?
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
What are you up to now?
Klavier:
I thought we determined
yesterday that Lamiroir's
testimony was insubstantial!
Klavier:
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.
Apollo:
Thankfully, she was able to
save herself...
Klavier:
What!?
Klavier:
I've heard no such report!
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin...
Klavier:
!
Apollo:
Why would anyone be out to
kill Lamiroir?
Apollo:
Can you think of a reason?
Klavier:
W-Well...
Apollo:
Think of how she is known
in our country...
Apollo:
A singer, from overseas, who
doesn't speak English, yes?
Apollo:
Yet someone tried to keep
her mouth shut!
Apollo:
Who could that have been?
Judge:
You don't think...
Apollo:
I do! It was the same person
who shot Mr. LeTouse!
Apollo:
The killer was afraid of her,
afraid of what she might say!
Apollo:
The defense believes that
something was hidden in
her testimony yesterday.
Apollo:
Something that the killer
doesn't want getting out!
Klavier:
So, am I to understand that
this is what you are saying?
Klavier:
Namely, that there is a nugget
of "truth" in Lamiroir's
testimony...
Klavier:
...A nugget we have yet to
uncover?
Apollo:
...Exactly.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
If Lamiroir was attacked, this
has serious implications!
Judge:
Very well...
Judge:
There were some vague points
in her testimony during
yesterday's trial.
Judge:
Perhaps we did not inquire
as deeply as we might have
into some.
Judge:
The court will hear Lamiroir's
testimony once more!
Klavier:
...Lamiroir, I must apologize.
Klavier:
We must ask you to stand
again and speak.
Lamiroir:
You need not apologize.
Lamiroir:
I know that Machi is
innocent.
Lamiroir:
And I will do all that I can
until the court realizes this.
Apollo:
Let's review your testimony
from yesterday.
Apollo:
You told us you heard two
gunshots and the shooter's
voice through the window.
Apollo:
...And that the voice belonged
to Daryan Crescend, yes?
Lamiroir:
...That is correct.
Klavier:
At which point I proved she
could not be correct.
Klavier:
She couldn't have heard any
of those things.
Klavier:
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.
Judge:
Perhaps the witness would be
so kind as to testify once
more to the court?
Lamiroir:
...Of course, Your Honor.
-- What I Heard --
Lamiroir:
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.
Judge:
Hmm... Pretty much the same as
yesterday's testimony.
Lamiroir:
I am sorry.
Lamiroir:
I am not used to speaking
much in this language.
Lamiroir:
Perhaps my descriptions are
lacking in some way.
Lamiroir:
Yet, everything I have said
here is the truth.
Klavier:
Then it is my distinct
displeasure to say this.
Klavier:
What you have said to have
happened... is impossible.
Apollo:
Do I have to repeat myself?
Apollo:
Lamiroir was attacked because
of this testimony!
Klavier:
...!
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
Wh-What? Trucy?
Trucy:
Apollo... You know, for a
moment there...
Trucy:
...You were pretty cool.
Apollo:
(...Maybe I do better when I
don't try to think ahead.)
Judge:
Judge:
Perhaps you can "coolly"
cross-examine the witness?
-- What I Heard --
Lamiroir:
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
......
Lamiroir:
Is something wrong?
Apollo:
(I raised an objection...)
Apollo:
(...but she's saying the same
thing she said before...)
Judge:
Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
S-Sorry, it's nothing.
Please continue with your
testimony.
Judge:
Hmm. Now I know what they
mean about the reckless
youth these days.
Klavier:
The one in red over there is
a shining example, Herr Judge.
Apollo:
(You're the last person who
should be pointing fingers,
Mr. Rock Star...)
Lamiroir:
That's when I heard them:
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Daryan Crescend...?
Lamiroir:
I did not know his name at
the time.
Lamiroir:
But yes, it was him, the
one who took the stand
yesterday.
Klavier:
How many times do I need to
remind you that's impossible?
Klavier:
There is no way you could
have heard him.
Apollo:
Because the window at the
scene was closed?
Apollo:
Is that why?
Klavier:
Of course.
Trucy:
Apollo! If we keep asking the
same questions as yesterday
we won't get anywhere!
Apollo:
(She's right. Maybe there's a
different angle I can try?)
[ No need ]
Apollo:
(On second thought, maybe I'll
just play it safe here.)
Apollo:
(See, I can be calm and
collected, too, sometimes!)
Trucy:
Don't get too calm, or you
might grind to a halt.
Apollo:
Thanks for the vote of
confidence.
Trucy:
I liked you better before
with the "do I have to repeat
myself" bit.
Apollo:
(Argh, so which should I be?
...Maybe I am overthinking
this whole thing.)
[ Did you hear anything else? ]
Apollo:
Did you happen to hear
anything else at that time?
Lamiroir:
Anything else...?
Apollo:
Anything else besides the
victim and the shooter's
conversation. Anything at all.
Klavier:
That's quite the vague
question.
Lamiroir:
......
Lamiroir:
Other than the conversation?
I heard a clock ticking, the
two men breathing, footsteps.
Lamiroir:
...That is all.
Klavier:
Nothing new there, as
expected.
Apollo:
(Ack! I was hoping for a
little more than that!)
Judge:
Perhaps we should just carry
on with the cross-examination.
Lamiroir:
As you wish.
[ What were they talking about? ]
Apollo:
Lamiroir, do you by any chance
remember what they were saying
to each other?
Apollo:
If so, please tell us!
Klavier:
......
Lamiroir:
I have given it much
reflection, but...
Apollo:
(I was afraid of this. She
doesn't remember...)
Lamiroir:
...I only heard one phrase
clearly.
Apollo:
A whole phrase!?
Klavier:
You remember something that
was said!?
Apollo:
Why didn't you say anything
yesterday!?
Lamiroir:
Though my memory is clear,
I was afraid to speak.
Lamiroir:
You see, I do not understand
what was said.
Apollo:
(This could be it! The clue
I've been waiting for!)
Apollo:
W-Well what did he say!?
Lamiroir:
It was the other man speaking,
not Mr. LeTouse.
Apollo:
The shooter, then.
(Daryan Crescend...)
Judge:
Well, what did he say!?
Lamiroir:
......
Lamiroir:
"It's over. Press the switch!
Now!"
Judge:
"Switch"...?
Judge:
And the shooter said this
to the victim, Mr. LeTouse?
Lamiroir:
I thought it quite strange
myself, afterward.
Judge:
Hmm. It is a mystery. What
could it possibly mean?
Judge:
Mr. Justice? Care to shed
some light on this?
Apollo:
Urk. Um, I mean, sure...!
I-I'd be delighted...
Apollo:
It's, um, very, very vital!
Maybe we could add that to the
testimony!
Trucy:
"Maybe", Apollo?
((Press Again))
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So, you remember a part of
their conversation.
Lamiroir:
Yes, the conversation between
Lamiroir:
I remember it quite clearly.
Lamiroir:
From the small window, I
heard a voice say, "Press
the switch! Now!"
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
And it was Detective Daryan
Crescend's voice?
Lamiroir:
Yes, I am sure of it.
Judge:
"It's over. Press the switch."
Judge:
Why would he say that to
Mr. LeTouse?
Trucy:
Apollo!
Trucy:
The murder weapon, the revolver
was Mr. LeTouse's, right?
Apollo:
Yeah... what of it?
Trucy:
Well, maybe when he said,
"Press the switch"...
Trucy:
...he really meant to say,
"Pull the trigger!"
Trucy:
Because his English isn't
so good!
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
Daryan Crescend is a native
speaker!
Trucy:
Oh. Oh, right! Sorry, I kind
of forgot who was what.
Apollo:
("Press the switch"...)
Apollo:
(That's not something a
killer usually says to
his or her victim, is it.)
Judge:
Was there no one else in the
room?
Lamiroir:
...I do not know.
Lamiroir:
All I heard was Mr. LeTouse
and the detective.
Lamiroir:
I heard the faint sound of
a gunshot and stopped. Then
I heard another gunshot.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
There were two gunshots...
Lamiroir:
Yes, I heard two. One after
the other.
Apollo:
(That fits with the bullet
holes at the scene.)
Apollo:
(Nothing really new here
to pick up...)
Lamiroir:
There was the smell of
gunpowder... I knew I must
tell someone, but...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Why didn't you tell someone
immediately?
Lamiroir:
W-Well I...
Judge:
If it were me, I would have
gone to the police right away.
Judge:
It's our duty as citizens!
Klavier:
This may be beside the point,
but Lamiroir isn't a citizen.
Klavier:
Though one would hope such
common sense prevails in
Borginia as well...?
Lamiroir:
......
Trucy:
Lamiroir seems awfully quiet
all of a sudden.
Apollo:
(That's strange... Could she
be hiding something?)
Lamiroir:
It is as you say, yet, at
the time...
Lamiroir:
I was in a hurry, so I kept
moving past the small window.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You were in a hurry...
to go where?
Lamiroir:
...I was on my way to the
backstage exit, as I have
said.
Apollo:
Why were you in such a hurry
then?
Lamiroir:
W-Well... I don't think that
has anything to do with this
case.
Apollo:
It very well might!
Please answer the question!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Are you alright, Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
Yes... Yes. I am just tired.
Klavier:
Recall what I told you
yesterday, Herr Forehead.
Klavier:
Lamiroir suffers from
serious amnesia.
Klavier:
Please refrain from
traumatizing her further.
Apollo:
(Grr... What, so he can just
dismiss questions he thinks
are "too traumatizing"!?)
Klavier:
Why don't you prove her reason
had a connection to the case
before asking about it, ja?
Judge:
The prosecution's objection
is sustained.
Judge:
The current question is moot.
Mr. Justice, please continue
with your cross-examination.
Apollo:
(Lamiroir was attacked because
of this testimony.)
Apollo:
(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!
((Present Remote Trigger))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
..."Press the switch."
Apollo:
There's only one key that can
unlock the mystery of those
words!
Klavier:
Oh?
Klavier:
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.
Apollo:
But, it just so happens...
Apollo:
I have a "switch" right here.
Judge:
That certainly does look like
a switch, doesn't it.
Apollo:
The problem is...
Apollo:
...this was found not at the
scene of the crime, but on
the stage.
Judge:
The stage...?
Apollo:
Where the concert was held,
yes.
Apollo:
This was found hidden there!
Klavier:
On the stage...
Judge:
Are you claiming that the
voice Lamiroir heard...
Judge:
...was of someone commanding
another to press this switch?
Apollo:
...It's a possibility.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
The stage is quite far from
Lamiroir's dressing room.
Klavier:
Not to mention that the
Gavinners were in the middle
of a concert on said stage.
Klavier:
We aren't known for being a
quiet band.
Klavier:
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?
Apollo:
It would have been quite
simple to be heard on the
stage from that dressing room.
Apollo:
Oh, wait, you like evidence
don't you? How about this!
Apollo:
Using this, it would be easy
to get a message to someone on
stage from the dressing room.
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Hmm. So the shooter used this
to erm, get his message to the
stage?
Judge:
Perhaps you could demonstrate
how this was done for us?
Apollo:
......
(Um... Maybe I was wrong?)
Apollo:
...Sorry, Your Honor.
Judge:
What? I can't hear you!
Apollo:
(Ha ha, very funny...)
Klavier:
Apparently, it is easier
said than done.
Apollo:
Your Honor! If I might show
another piece of evidence!!!
Judge:
No need to shout, Mr. Justice.
Go ahead, show your evidence.
Apollo:
Neither did the shooter need
to shout, Your Honor. Not
with this...!
((Present Headset))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin. Perhaps
you're familiar with this?
Klavier:
!
Wh-Why that's...
Judge:
What? What is it!?
Judge:
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...
Apollo:
...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.
Klavier:
We all had one on.
Apollo:
So you admit that if you were
wearing one of these...
Apollo:
...talking from the backstage
to the stage would be simple!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
True, but wait! Those send out
an electronic signal.
Klavier:
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.
Apollo:
But the direct distance is
less than thirty feet!
Klavier:
That... can't be...
Judge:
So, when Lamiroir heard the
shooter's voice...
Judge:
...he could have been talking
to someone on stage!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Hah! You're claiming this is
the "switch" in question?
Klavier:
Why did it have to be on the
stage at the time?
Klavier:
It could be placed in a pocket
and carried anywhere!
Klavier:
Someone could have hid it on
the stage after the fact!
Trucy:
Hey... he's got a point!
Trucy:
How do we know where it was
when she heard the voice?
Trucy:
...When the shooter said
"press the switch"?
Apollo:
Well, I guess we don't...
Judge:
Hmm...
An unfortunate situation.
Judge:
I'm afraid that until we know
where this switch was, there's
little point in debating it.
Apollo:
Ugh...
Apollo:
(I was sure this was the
way to go with this...!)
Klavier:
What is the switch, anyway?
Klavier:
We don't even know that basic
fact.
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
(Wait a second...)
Apollo:
(I do know what this "switch"
is!)
Apollo:
(And if you follow that train
of logic to its incredible
conclusion...)
Apollo:
(...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...
Apollo:
Think of what happened!
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
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.
Apollo:
I know what this "switch" is.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
Well, it seems the defense is
set upon linking this switch
to the case.
Judge:
Let's see your evidence of
the link!
Judge:
What evidence do you have to
explain what this "switch" is?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
......
Apollo:
(...Huh?)
Klavier:
I fail to see how this
evidence links the "switch"
to this case in any way.
Judge:
Mr. Justice...
Judge:
Might I recommend a "switch"
of evidence?
Apollo:
(Ugh... I knew it.)
Judge:
Once again, please!
((Present Igniter))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin, you remember
this?
Klavier:
Ach! That's that...
Judge:
That what!?
Judge:
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!
Judge:
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.
Apollo:
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.
Apollo:
...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.
Apollo:
And the guitar that burned
was a valuable keepsake.
Trucy:
That's right... He got it in
Borginia from Lamiroir!
Trucy:
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.
Klavier:
Herr Forehead!
Apollo:
Yes?
Klavier:
Don't tell me you're trying
to tie these two things
together?
Klavier:
Those being the shooter's
voice, heard by Lamiroir...
Klavier:
...and the guitar suddenly
catching on fire?
Apollo:
I am. It's really simple when
you think about it.
Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse and the shooter
were at the crime scene.
Apollo:
The shooter was wearing a
headset.
Apollo:
He ordered someone on stage to
"press the switch".
Apollo:
The switch was pressed, and
the guitar caught fire.
Judge:
Well, that does seem to make
sense...
Judge:
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!*
Klavier:
Herr Forehead, don't destroy
what little respect I have for
you!
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
I was expecting something
a little more... sensible.
Klavier:
I guess I was wrong.
Judge:
What's this all about,
Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
His simple story simply makes
no sense.
Klavier:
Think! That night, my guitar
caught fire, yes.
Klavier:
The cause... may have been
this, indeed.
Klavier:
However!
Klavier:
The guitar caught fire during
the second set!
Trucy:
Ack! That's right!
Of course!
Trucy:
The guitar caught fire during
Lamiroir's song!
Klavier:
Indeed. Yet the shooting
happened during the third set.
Klavier:
The two are utterly unrelated!
Judge:
Hmm, yes, that must have been
what was bugging me.
Judge:
The whole premise for this
is faulty!
Klavier:
See? His story makes no sense.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Are you sure about that?
Judge:
...!
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...
Apollo:
...Maybe it's our premise for
the entire case so far!
Judge:
What premise is this,
specifically?
Apollo:
I'm glad you asked.
Apollo:
I'm saying that maybe the
killing didn't take place
in the third act!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
What's this?
Klavier:
But Detective Ema Skye heard
shots and found the body.
Klavier:
All of this happened in the
third act!
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Gunshots rang out...
Apollo:
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:
Apollo:
Namely, that the victim had
already been shot!
Apollo:
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...
Apollo:
...telling someone to "press
the switch"!
Apollo:
The next moment, Prosecutor
Gavin's guitar burst into
flame.
Apollo:
We know that a remote
triggered igniter was inside
the guitar.
Apollo:
From all these facts, we can
draw only one conclusion!
Apollo:
The crime did not take place
during the third act...
Apollo:
...but during the ballad
performance... The second act!
Klavier:
Whaaat!?
Judge:
Judge:
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!
Trucy:
The "bullet" is supposed
to come after the "fire"!
Apollo:
You're thinking about it
the wrong way.
Trucy:
Huh?
Apollo:
Look...
Apollo:
Why would the shooter craft
the events of the day to
follow the lyrics anyway?
Apollo:
It's an awful lot of trouble
to go through.
Apollo:
...With little merit for the
person doing it.
Judge:
Well, I'm sure whoever it was
had some reason...
Apollo:
Yes, they did.
Apollo:
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...
Klavier:
...the shooting would have had
to come after the guitar burst
into flame.
Klavier:
Yet, Herr Forehead has raised
another possibility.
Klavier:
He's claiming that the
bullet came not after, but
just before the "fire".
Apollo:
...Couldn't have put it better
myself.
Apollo:
We were only meant to think
that the shooting came after
the guitar burst into flame!
Apollo:
That was the criminal's
objective!
Apollo:
The crime followed the lyrics
to a point, but that was the
ruse!
Apollo:
Why else would the killer risk
discovery by moving the body?
Apollo:
That was the final touch to
make us think he'd followed
the lyrics the whole way!
Judge:
Judge:
That would explain this most
unusual situation...
Apollo:
It does! The killer changed
the order of events to create
himself an alibi!
Apollo:
In other words...
Apollo:
The killer was someone who had
an alibi for the third set,
but not the second!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
I was hoping it wouldn't come
to this. But sadly, it has.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
You've given us a reason why
the killer bothered following
the lyrics of my song.
Klavier:
But I question your logic!
Klavier:
...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.
Klavier:
At the time of the crime, the
small window at the scene was
closed...
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
But you're basing your entire
line of reasoning on a false
premise!
Apollo:
......
(Right...)
Apollo:
(Lamiroir's testimony is my
entire case...)
Apollo:
(...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!"
Apollo:
And near the crime scene,
we have a switch.
Apollo:
Which acts as a remote trigger
for an igniter.
Apollo:
And last, but not least,
Prosecutor Gavin's flaming
guitar.
Apollo:
(It can't all be coincidence!
But how do I make it work?)
Klavier:
I see a more direct line of
questioning is required.
Klavier:
When the crime scene was
investigated, immediately
after the crime...
Klavier:
...that window was closed!
Klavier:
Care to tell us how Lamiroir
heard the voice?
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
A key point, to be sure.
Judge:
...Mr. Justice! Can you
Apollo:
(OK Justice, you've got
one thing to prove, and
one thing only.)
Apollo:
(Lamiroir heard a "voice"...)
Apollo:
(...and she heard it during
the second set!)
Apollo:
(Think! How was Lamiroir able
to hear the voice?)
[ The window was open. ]
Apollo:
Obviously, the window was
open...
Apollo:
It had to be for her to hear
the voice!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
News bulletin, Herr Forehead:
That horse is dead. Stop
beating it, for all our sakes.
Klavier:
That window was closed!
Klavier:
This is a hard fact, reported
by the investigation team.
Apollo:
B-But...
Klavier:
Oh? You have evidence to the
contrary, perhaps?
Apollo:
Well, no, but...
Klavier:
Then do be quiet. I tire of
this charade.
Apollo:
(Grr... Time to rethink this!)
[ She has divine hearing. ]
Apollo:
The window was closed, as you
say, yet Lamiroir could still
hear the voice...
Apollo:
...because she has the power
of divine hearing!
Apollo:
That's the only explanation!
Lamiroir:
......
Klavier:
......
Judge:
...The witness is a Siren,
Mr. Justice. Not a Saint.
Apollo:
Um, I said "hearing", Your
Honor, not "healing".
(Well that fell on deaf ears.)
Lamiroir:
I'm not sure I know what this
"divine hearing" ability is...
Klavier:
Then perhaps we should hear it
straight from the All-Powerful
Voice himself.
Klavier:
Care to explain how
clairaudience has anything
to do with this case?
Apollo:
Uh... Erm... Can we just
move on now?
Judge:
Only if you can enlighten this
court!
Apollo:
(Time to rethink this...!)
[ She was somewhere else. ]
Apollo:
When we investigated the
scene, the window was closed.
Apollo:
The shooter had no reason to
close it, had it been open,
either.
Apollo:
Meaning, it was impossible to
hear the voice through that
window.
Klavier:
Ah, it's good to hear you
making sense again.
Klavier:
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.
Apollo:
So there can be only one
explanation.
Apollo:
She heard the voice from
another location entirely!
Judge:
Wh-What's this...?
Klavier:
Ha ha ha, you do amuse me so.
Klavier:
And here I thought you and
good sense were back on
speaking terms.
Klavier:
Now, I'm afraid you and good
sense speak two entirely
different languages.
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
Shall I interpret for you,
Herr Forehead?
Klavier:
Lamiroir clearly stated she
heard the voice through that
small window!
Klavier:
And there is only one "small
window" at the scene!
Apollo:
...Are you sure?
Klavier:
!
Apollo:
Think about it...
Apollo:
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.
Judge:
Very well. You claim Lamiroir
heard the voice from another
location?
Judge:
Mr. Justice, show us where
this location was!
Apollo:
Lamiroir heard the voice
from... here!
((Present Window))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
There! That's a small window!
Klavier:
And this changes what?
Apollo:
(Not much, I know...)
Apollo:
...Erm, I couldn't find
anything better, so...
Judge:
The court applauds your
honesty. And weeps for your
case, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
(You're not the only one
crying here...)
Trucy:
Apollo! Think it through
again!
Apollo:
I know... I'm trying...
((Present Other))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
......
Judge:
Does this look like a small
window to you, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
...The state of modern society
can be read from numerous
objects and artifacts.
Apollo:
In a sense, anything can be
a "window" on our society.
Judge:
I didn't ask you to point out
a window on society. I want
a window on the crime scene!
Apollo:
(No points for trying...?)
Apollo:
(Lamiroir claims she heard
the voice through a
"small window".)
Apollo:
(...And if the small window
we know about was closed...)
Apollo:
(...there's only one other
thing she could have meant!)
((Present Air Vent))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
...This is where Lamiroir
heard that voice from.
Judge:
B-But that's no "small
window"!
Judge:
That's the air vent!
Apollo:
What did she tell us?
Apollo:
She said she's a Borginian,
unfamiliar with our language!
Apollo:
It's not a stretch to imagine
she called this "air vent" a
"small window"!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Now you've done it. You've
gone beyond ridiculous and
into... ludicrous.
Klavier:
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!
Klavier:
Why would Lamiroir be in the
ventilation system?
Klavier:
Hiding like a rat!
No offense intended to her,
of course.
Apollo:
The explanation for that is
simple, Prosecutor Gavin.
Apollo:
Isn't it... Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
...!
Apollo:
You have been listening to
our discussion here, yes?
Lamiroir:
...Yes.
Lamiroir:
I admit, it's had me quite
confused since yesterday.
Lamiroir:
Yes, the small window was
closed...
Lamiroir:
...but why should that mean
I could not hear through it?
Lamiroir:
I feared our prosecutor might
himself need an interpreter...
Klavier:
Urk...
Apollo:
The problem here is words.
Apollo:
Lamiroir, this "small window"
through which you heard the
voice...
Apollo:
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!!!
Judge:
...Witness! You will clarify
this statement to the court!
Judge:
Are you, in fact, saying
that you were up above the
ceiling of the room?
Judge:
And that's where you heard
the moment of the crime?
Lamiroir:
Yes, in fact, I was.
Lamiroir:
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!
Judge:
Tell us why you "witnessed"
the crime from above the
ceiling of that room!
Judge:
...Please.
Lamiroir:
......
Apollo:
(Well... Looks like I'm on
the right track...)
-- 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.
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!
Judge:
So this did happen during
the second set!
Lamiroir:
...I did not witness the
crime, you must understand.
Lamiroir:
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.
Klavier:
No obligation, no binding
pact, may hinder that mission.
Judge:
Hmm...
Very well.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, you may begin
Trucy:
Wh-What are you going to do,
Apollo!?
Apollo:
...I'm going to find out the
truth.
Apollo:
(...She was up above that
ceiling for a reason. I just
have to get it out of her.)
-- Above the Ceiling --
Lamiroir:
Yes, I was above the ceiling
when I heard the voice.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Above the ceiling... Could
you be more specific?
Lamiroir:
I... cannot.
Apollo:
Because you're bound to
secrecy?
Lamiroir:
Yes...
Lamiroir:
To tell the truth, I was not
supposed to even say I was
above the ceiling.
Lamiroir:
I dare not say more...
Apollo:
(Hmm. Doesn't sound like I'll
be able to coax it out of
her just by asking...)
Lamiroir:
I had heard there was a, er,
"small window" there before.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
By "small window", you mean
the air vent?
Lamiroir:
I only remembered I needed
to be careful of where I put
my hands and feet.
Lamiroir:
I cannot see the light coming
through the window, of course.
Judge:
The air vent grate could
trip you up, certainly.
Lamiroir:
So, I was walking very
carefully when I heard the
gunshots.
Lamiroir:
Startled, I crouched and
listened.
Lamiroir:
That is when I heard his
voice come from the room.
Apollo:
(Daryan's voice...)
Lamiroir:
I knew something terrible had
happened, yet...
Lamiroir:
It was in the middle of my
performance... I had no time
to report what I had heard.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So, without a word, you just
let the third set start?
Lamiroir:
After the curtain closed for
the second set, there was
still much to do...
Apollo:
You could have prevented this
whole misunderstanding if you
had only told us sooner!
Lamiroir:
...Yes, perhaps I could have.
Klavier:
I see little point in
badgering the witness.
What's done is done!
Klavier:
The mind works differently
when one is in the middle
of a performance.
Klavier:
Why, I've lost my voice in the
middle of a show and kept on
singing, completely unaware.
Apollo:
(Singing without a voice?
...If only all contradictions
were so obvious.)
Apollo:
(...If only I could get
Lamiroir to talk.)
Apollo:
(Pressuring her like this
doesn't seem to be getting
me anywhere.)
Lamiroir:
As to why I was there...
I cannot say.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You heard the gunshots during
the second set, during your
performance.
Apollo:
...You're quite sure?
Lamiroir:
Yes... Why would I lie about
the time?
Judge:
Why didn't you tell us this
yesterday!?
Lamiroir:
No one asked me.
Lamiroir:
I thought you all knew...
Judge:
Hmrgh...
Lamiroir:
I told you Machi was not
the killer.
Lamiroir:
I told you this many times!
Apollo:
Yes, you did...
Apollo:
...But you never told us why.
Lamiroir:
...I am sorry.
Lamiroir:
I... was not able to speak
of it.
Apollo:
(Unable... or unwilling?)
Trucy:
She's not talking, Apollo.
What do we do?
Apollo:
We'll just have to prove it
ourselves.
Apollo:
...As long as she is bound by
this pact of silence, she
won't talk.
Apollo:
But if I can prove why she
was up there, she'll have to
admit it.
Trucy:
But how are you going to do
that!?
Trucy:
She was singing on the stage,
Apollo!
Trucy:
She couldn't have been up
above the ceiling, too!
Apollo:
Yes she could.
Trucy:
!
Apollo:
I've got a theory as to why,
too...
Apollo:
And maybe I've got the
evidence to prove it!
Lamiroir:
I am bound to secrecy on
this matter.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Exactly who bound you to
secrecy?
Lamiroir:
I'm... not sure I'm allowed
to say who it was.
Lamiroir:
...No, I think perhaps that
is alright. It is just a name,
after all.
Lamiroir:
It was Valant Gramarye...
Perhaps you know him?
Klavier:
Valant Gramarye! What!?
Trucy:
You mean Uncle Valant!?
Judge:
What!?
Valant Gramarye!?
Judge:
......
Who's Valant Gramarye?
Lamiroir:
A grand magician... the one
responsible for the illusion
performed during our concert.
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
(Interesting reaction,
Prosecutor Gavin...)
Apollo:
(Lamiroir was bound to
secrecy...)
Apollo:
(...It's going to take some
hard-hitting proof to
make her talk!)
Apollo:
(I think I know why she was
up there... but how do I
prove it?)
((Present Video Tape))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Lamiroir, truth be told, the
reason for your presence above
that ceiling is quite clear.
Apollo:
Especially when you consider
what happened during your
performance.
Lamiroir:
What "happened"...?
Apollo:
Yes. It's all right here
on this video.

Woh... Woh...


Guitar, Guitar...
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...
Apollo:
Lamiroir is incapable of
actually vanishing, let
alone teleportation.
Apollo:
So, the only explanation is
that she was hidden from view.
Apollo:
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.
Judge:
But how is it possible?
Judge:
There is only twenty seconds
between when she disappears
nad reappears!
Judge:
She couldn't have moved that
fast!
Klavier:
......
Judge:
Is... something wrong,
Prosecutor Gavin?
Apollo:
...This was his concert,
his show.
Apollo:
He knows how the illusion
was performed.
Judge:
Ah ha!
Apollo:
He's just realizing his own
oversight.
Apollo:
Let's look at the
cross-section diagram again.
Apollo:
Here, we can trace a route
through the ceiling...
Apollo:
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:
Lamiroir:
how I saw it.
Judge:
She went from the stage to
the backstage exit...
Judge:
...a perfect description of
this route above the ceiling!
Apollo:
Lamiroir knew of this because
of her part in the illusion.
Apollo:
But she wasn't the only one
who knew.
Klavier:
What...?
Apollo:
Just now in the lobby,
Machi told me something:
Machi:
I know.
Machi:
I know if I opening vent...
Machi:
...I can leave stage and
back... backstage.
Klavier:
He said that!?
Apollo:
Oh, were you not informed,
Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
............
I...
Klavier:
I knew about the vanishing
act, of course.
Klavier:
Yet, I had no idea of the
route that would be used.
Klavier:
Why didn't that magician
tell me!
Trucy:
Magicians only reveal
details of their acts on
a need-to-know basis.
Trucy:
They're the bread and butter
of a magician's life, you
know.
Apollo:
(Which is why he bound
Lamiroir to secrecy...)
Apollo:
...Well, Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
...I am impressed,
Mr. Attorney.
Lamiroir:
Machi was right about you.
Judge:
So... what does this mean?
Judge:
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...
Judge:
There was very little time
between when she disappeared
and when she reappeared.
Judge:
Twenty seconds, tops!
How could she do it so fast?
Judge:
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.
Judge:
Or I'm throwing your case
out with the bathwater.
Apollo:
Ugh...
Apollo:
(Why do I get picked on? It's
Lamiroir who isn't going
along with the program here!)
Lamiroir:
As I have stated before...
Lamiroir:
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.
Judge:
We'll hear your testimony
on this.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, it will be your
job to wring the truth out
of her.
Lamiroir:
Yes, if you would, please.
Apollo:
...Right.
Apollo:
(I feel like a student before
finals...)
Trucy:
Good luck, Apollo!
-- 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.
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!
Judge:
Take it away, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
...Right, Your Honor.
Apollo:
(All I have to do is find
the contradiction between
what Lamiroir is saying...)
Apollo:
(...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!
Trucy:
I can't reveal another
magician's secrets! C'mon!
Apollo:
(Hey! You're supposed to be on
my side here!)
-- The Big Illusion --
Lamiroir:
I followed the route exactly
as I was instructed.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
How did you, er, proceed
along this "route"?
Lamiroir:
How? Why, I walked.
Apollo:
But you arrived behind the
forum much too fast to have
been walking!
Apollo:
Tell the truth Lamiroir...
you rode some kind of vehicle!
Judge:
What!? A vehicle!? What
vehicle?
Klavier:
Ah, what a novel idea.
I like it.
Trucy:
Hey, that's not a bad
guess! Wrong, but not bad!
Apollo:
(Hah hah, yes, laugh at the
dumb attorney. I don't mind.)
Lamiroir:
Ah ha ha. I'm sorry, but the
girl is right. That vent was
much too small for vehicles.
Lamiroir:
It was a tight fit. Even I
had to crouch as I walked.
Lamiroir:
I cannot imagine a vehicle
that would fit in such a
small space.
Apollo:
(Argh! If it wasn't a vehicle
what was it?)
Judge:
You had me going for a while
there, Mr. Justice. Too bad!
Judge:
Ready for the next part?
Apollo:
(Why do I feel like I'm on
some kind of quiz show?)
Lamiroir:
There is an emergency exit
in the backstage, where a
stagehand waited.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Did everyone on the concert
staff know about the trick?
Lamiroir:
Not all. Only a few that were
needed to help.
Trucy:
See? Like I said, it's on
a need-to-know basis.
Apollo:
(So, not many people knew
about the trick...)
Jduge:
What were these stagehands
required to do?
Lamiroir:
One needed to open the
emergency exit.
Lamiroir:
The door to the stairs is
locked, but once through
there...
Lamiroir:
From there, one can enter
the forum on the opposite
side from the stage.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So when you came back out,
you were behind the audience.
Lamiroir:
Yes, that is how it worked.
Klavier:
Not a bad show, if I do
say so myself.
Trucy:
That's Uncle Valant for you!
The old Gramarye touch!
Judge:
But on the video, you were
only gone for twenty seconds!
Judge:
How is that possible?
Apollo:
(That's the part I don't
get either...)
Lamiroir:
Ah ha ha. Yes, it would be
hard to go so far in only
twenty seconds...
Lamiroir:
The plan was for me to move
there in two minutes.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Two minutes...?
Lamiroir:
Yes. It can be done in one
minute, if you are running.
Apollo:
Running? In that cramped,
dark tunnel above the ceiling?
Lamiroir:
Ha ha, Mr. Attorney. Have you
forgotten?
Lamiroir:
Dark or lit, it makes no
difference to me.
Apollo:
Ah, that's true, but...
Judge:
So, you're saying that on the
night of the concert, you
made the trip in two minutes?
Lamiroir:
Yes... though I nearly didn't
make it in time.
Lamiroir:
You see... I stopped halfway.
Apollo:
(Lamiroir disappears on the
video for twenty seconds.)
Apollo:
(But she says she made the
trip in two minutes! How?)
Trucy:
If you want my professional
opinion, I'll bet the answer's
right there in that video.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
Perhaps you have some
evidence for us?
Judge:
Something that can explain
the discrepancy between the
video and her testimony?
Apollo:
Ack!
Apollo:
(Evidence explaining the
discrepancy...?)
[ There's no evidence ]
Apollo:
(What kind of evidence could
prove that...?)
Apollo:
Um, what's your professional
opinion about this one,
Trucy?
Trucy:
Sorry. I don't work in
evidence.
Apollo:
And I don't work in tricks!
I'm an attorney, not a
magician for crying out loud!
Trucy:
Really? I'm sure Daddy would
have loved working on this.
Apollo:
Thanks, that makes me feel
oh so much better.
Judge:
Well, I don't know about
all of you, but I find
this mystery fascinating!
Judge:
And I'm not letting this
trial go any further until
we get to the bottom of it!
Judge:
The defense will continue
with the cross-examination
until we have some answers!
Apollo:
(Easier said than done...)
Apollo:
There's one piece of evidence
that explains the discrepancy
between video and testimony!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Ah ha! So this is it? The
magical key to unlocking
this illusion's dark secret!?
Judge:
Tell us how it works!
Quickly! I can't bear
the suspense!
Apollo:
(...I was kind of hoping
someone else would jump in
at this point.)
Apollo:
W-Well, you see...
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Herr Judge, I do hate to
spoil the mood...
Klavier:
...but I haven't the faintest
idea what he's talking about.
And neither does he.
Trucy:
I'm a little confused, too,
there, Apollo.
Apollo:
...Right! By which I conclude
that... I was wrong.
Trucy:
Better luck next time,
Polly-wog!
Judge:
...Mr. Justice.
Judge:
I'm holding you responsible
for spoiling my mood!
Apollo:
(Was that a tear I just saw
in the judge's eye?)
Apollo:
(...Alright, nothing to do
but rethink this through.)
Apollo:
(The key's in the video
somewhere. I'm sure of it!)
((Present Brooch))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
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?
Klavier:
I thought we had already
determined when that was
dropped.
Apollo:
So did I... but we hadn't.
Klavier:
...!
Apollo:
video...
Apollo:
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.
Apollo:
And it takes a full minute to
run from the stage to the
backstage...
Apollo:
Which means there can be only
one explanation.
Apollo:
The Lamiroir we see before the
vanishing act and the Lamiroir
we see after...
Apollo:
...are two different people!
Judge:
Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Apollo:
The brooch was found on the
floor at the crime scene.
Apollo:
And not just on the floor...
Apollo:
...but on the floor directly
beneath the air vent!
Apollo:
Lamiroir, tell me...
Apollo:
Did you drop the brooch
on your way from the stage
to the backstage?
Apollo:
...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.
Klavier:
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...
Klavier:
...that the switch and the
shooting took place at the
same time.
Apollo:
So... I was right? There
was a switch?
Klavier:
There was.
Klavier:
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...!?)
Apollo:
That's... quite the illusion.
But I still don't get one
thing...
Lamiroir:
Yes?
Apollo:
...The switch happened before
the tower rose, correct?
Apollo:
So you weren't on the stage!
Lamiroir:
That's right.
Apollo:
But this, er, fake Lamiroir
is still singing!
Apollo:
And she's pretty good!
Judge:
That's true!
Trucy:
C'mon, Apollo! That's an
easy one.
Trucy:
They were just playing a
recording!
Klavier:
Ah ha ha...
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
...Perhaps you can explain,
Lamiroir?
Lamiroir:
Very well...
Judge:
Yes, do tell! And add it to
your testimony.
((Press Again))
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
All made possible by the
switching trick.
Lamiroir:
It was quite a surprise to
me at first.
Lamiroir:
To think, a man, posing
as me!
Klavier:
An enchantment woven with
music and magic... Perfection!
Lamiroir:
Yes, above all else, I was
careful that the music did
not stop.
Lamiroir:
I was on my way, when I
heard the voice.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
And it was Daryan's voice
you heard?
Lamiroir:
Yes, I am certain it was him.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
A matter best left for
later, ja?
Klavier:
Put that forehead of yours to
work on this illusion first.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Hold on! I think the identity
of the killer is a little
more important, don't you?
Judge:
Importance shmortance!
Objection overruled!
Judge:
Tell us about the illusion!
Trucy:
No use trying to avoid the
problem at hand, Apollo.
Apollo:
(Trying to avoid the problem?
This is a murder trial, the
killer is the problem!)
Lamiroir:
I... had to keep singing,
even while I moved.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You were... singing...?
Lamiroir:
Yes.
Lamiroir:
Mr. Gavin expressed a dislike
for recordings...
Lamiroir:
So I used this.
Apollo:
Wait... so you were singing
the whole time?
Apollo:
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?
Apollo:
(The contradiction between
Lamiroir's testimony and
the video...)
Apollo:
(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.)
((Pressed new 5))
Judge:
B-But if you were singing
while you were walking...
Trucy:
That's right! Wouldn't the
shooter and victim have heard?
Trucy:
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.
Ema:
Useful for knowing when your
set is coming up.
Klavier:
...Satisfied?
Klavier:
That dressing room was fitted
with a large speaker playing
a direct feed from the stage.
Klavier:
...At my request, actually.
Apollo:
So Lamiroir singing in the
ceiling...
Apollo:
...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?
Lamiroir:
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.
Lamiroir:
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...
Apollo:
Let's take a listen!
Sugar, Sugar...

Pleasure...
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.
Apollo:
See where it says "Pleasure,
Pleasure..."?
Apollo:
Now listen again!

Pleasure...
Judge:
...This is evidence indeed!
Judge:
I believe we are guilty of
making a terrible mistake.
Apollo:
The crime didn't happen
Apollo:
It happened during the second,
during Lamiroir's ballad.
Judge:
If that is true...
Judge:
...then no one on stage during
the second set could have been
the shooter!
Apollo:
Which means that Daryan
Crescend could have done it!
Apollo:
He wasn't on stage for the
second set!
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
Klavier:
...Fascinating.
Apollo:
!
Klavier:
I don't believe I've ever
seen a trial turned around
quite so thoroughly.
Klavier:
...Yet one problem remains.
Judge:
What's that, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Herr Forehead's theory does
have a certain kind of logic
to it.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
What if she is lying to
protect the defendant?
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
But you have no proof...!
Klavier:
All I'm saying is that the
truth is as yet unclear.
Klavier:
...Until we hear directly
from the man himself.
Judge:
The man... you don't mean!?
Klavier:
...Yes.
Klavier:
Though he is a friend, and
band member, Daryan Crescend
must take the stand.
Klavier:
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!)
Apollo:
(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.
Judge:
The prosecution will summon
the witness.
Judge:
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.
============================
Episode 3
Turnabout Serenade
============================
---
July 10, 1:40 PM
District Court
---
Trucy:
Apollo!
I can't believe it!
Trucy:
It really happened during
the second act?
Trucy:
A-And right in the middle of
Lamiroir's performance!?
Apollo:
Why she was in that
air vent...
Apollo:
...and that "switch" and the
flaming guitar.
Apollo:
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!
Apollo:
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?
Trucy:
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?
Phoenix:
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...
Apollo:
Is that all you came to say?
Phoenix:
...I think you have things
pretty much under control.
Phoenix:
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.
Phoenix:
Especially not under the
current court system...
Apollo:
The current court system...?
Phoenix:
What did Prosecutor Gavin
say during the trial?
Phoenix:
Your case is based on one
fragile assumption.
Phoenix:
...Namely, that our diva
divine is telling the truth.
Trucy:
But what about all the proof?
Trucy:
The brooch... and the switch!
Phoenix:
A piece of jewelry, and a
lyrical blunder...
Phoenix:
There are plenty of other ways
to explain these things. The
flaming guitar, too.
Phoenix:
...All because you lack
definitive proof of their
connection to the case.
Trucy:
But...!
Phoenix:
If the sultry songstress
is lying...
Phoenix:
...your case melts like
butter in a frying pan.
Phoenix:
Leaving behind the faintly
singed scent of failure.
Apollo:
So what do I do!?
Phoenix:
Like I said.
Good luck.
Phoenix:
And be aware that it will be
impossible to prove his guilt
by conventional methods.
Apollo:
Ugh...
Phoenix:
Oh, that reminds me.
Phoenix:
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...
Phoenix:
Ah, here it is.
Trucy:
What are those, Daddy?
Trucy:
They don't look like very
good snacking material.
Phoenix:
They were found at the scene.
Phoenix:
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.
Phoenix:
These fragments were found
under the sofa at the scene of
the crime, actually.
Apollo:
Under the sofa...
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo!
Trucy:
That's where we found that
little device thingy!
Apollo:
Right... this.
Apollo:
(Well, finally, some evidence
that makes sense...)
** Burnt Fragments added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Burnt Fragments
Type: Evidence
Received from
Phoenix Wright.
Found at the crime scene,
bearing a gunpowder residue.
Possibly a firecracker?
=Check -> Examine Tube=
Apollo:
So... you think this was
some kind of firecracker?
Trucy:
Yeah, or one of those
noisemakers, like you shoot
off on New Years!
Apollo:
Did you know that in China,
they use firecrackers on
New Years to scare off evil?
Apollo:
So, it's kind of the same
thing.
Trucy:
Really!? I had no idea!
Trucy:
Well did you know this?
Trucy:
It takes more than 500 peanuts
to make one 12-ounce jar of
peanut butter!
Apollo:
(At least my useless fact had
something to do with the
evidence...)
----------------------------
Phoenix:
That's all for me, I suppose.
Phoenix:
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?
Trucy:
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.
Klavier:
He... Daryan was the first
detective I ever worked with.
Klavier:
We stopped working together
when he moved to Criminal
Affairs, Division 3...
Klavier:
But his guitar playing...
it fires my imagination!
Apollo:
That's nice, but it has
nothing to do with the
matter at hand.
Apollo:
...Correct?
Klavier:
Oh, I know.
...Herr Forehead.
Judge:
Very well, call the final
witness to the stand!
Judge:
...Detective Daryan Crescend!
Klavier:
...Name and occupation,
please.
Daryan:
Daryan Crescend.
Detecive, Criminal Affairs,
Division 3.
Daryan:
That's the International
Affairs Division, for those
of you who didn't know.
Daryan:
...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.
Daryan:
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...
Klavier:
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!)
Apollo:
...Your Honor, if we could
begin the trial?
Judge:
Yes, it's high time we did.
Let's hear your testimony.
Judge:
You may begin with your
response to Lamiroir's
testimony.
Judge:
If, in fact you have anything
to say about it.
Daryan:
Oh I got plenty to say.
Daryan:
Lying must be a national
pastime in Borginia.
Daryan:
...And wherever you're
from, Mr. "Justice". Hah!
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
(Conventional methods are out
the window, huh...)
Apollo:
(...Here goes nothing!)
-- 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!
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.
Daryan:
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.
Daryan:
Why not listen to the
detective?
Judge:
Detective Skye...? Hmm...
I see.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, you may begin the
cross-examination.
Apollo:
(He didn't waste any time
finding our weak spot...)
Apollo:
(I can't do this with
Lamiroir's testimony alone.)
Apollo:
(I'll have to find some other
way to prove when the
shooting took place!)
-- Daryan's Rebuttal --
Daryan:
The diva's lying, plain and
simple. She's got nothing to
back up her story.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You don't have any proof she
was lying!
Daryan:
Oh yeah, kid?
You saying I lied?
Apollo:
No!
I'm just saying, uh...
Trucy:
Apollo! Glare back at him!
Apollo:
(I couldn't help it!
I flinched by reflex!)
Apollo:
Detective Crescend!
Daryan:
Yeah?
What do you want?
Apollo:
Um, n-nothing.
Trucy:
Apollo! Chin up! Back
straight! You're wilting!
Apollo:
(This guy's hard as nails!
He makes Wocky look downright
cooperative.)
Daryan:
Look, there's no way the diva
remembers my voice.
Daryan:
In the first place, she
never heard my voice!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You never talked to her,
even though you were playing
in the same concert?
Daryan:
Not a word, as far as I can
recall.
Apollo:
But, weren't there planning
sessions or something?
Daryan:
Gavin took care of all that
himself.
Klavier:
...Daryan wasn't involved in
any of the meetings with her.
Apollo:
Ugh...
Daryan:
As if you can just go around
remembering everyone's voice
like that anyway.
Daryan:
Only an idiot would believe
that!
Apollo:
(Lamiroir's hearing is very
sensitive...)
Apollo:
(She could remember him if she
heard him, I'm sure of it...
I just can't prove it.)
Apollo:
(And I need proof!)
Daryan:
She "forgot the words because
she heard gunshots"? As if!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
We know she missed the words.
The mixing board proved it!
Daryan:
Oh, yeah, there was a mistake.
But blaming it on gunshots is
just a lame excuse.
Apollo:
What do you mean...?
Daryan:
The mixing board proves what?
It proves there was a mistake
in the song. A missed cue.
Daryan:
So? She just flubbed it up,
big time. That's all.
Daryan:
She spins this story about a
gunshot to protect the kid...
and cover for her own goof.
Daryan:
Man, I'd have to hand it to
her... if she wasn't sticking
it to me at the same time.
Klavier:
...Daryan, watch what you say.
Lamiroir is an artist.
Klavier:
She "just flubbed it up"?
That's no small accusation for
a performer of her caliber.
Daryan:
Heh.
She got to you, alright.
I can see it in your eyes.
Daryan:
I tell you, most of her stuff
is so pretentious, it's way
over my head.
Apollo:
(I'm detecting a rift in the
Gavinners's ranks.)
Daryan:
Anyway, she's too close to the
defendant. Her testimony can't
be trusted.
Daryan:
You ask me, I'd go with
Detective Skye's story at
the drop of a pick.
Daryan:
Didn't Detective Ema Skye
hear those gunshots during
the third set, anyway?
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Actually...
I was there, too.
Daryan:
So I hear.
Daryan:
Which means you heard them,
too, right? The gunshots.
Apollo:
Yes.
We heard "gunshots".
Apollo:
Neither I nor Ema actually
saw the shooting, mind you.
Daryan:
......
Heh.
Daryan:
I guess you and Lamiroir
got the same excuse then.
Klavier:
We know one thing for certain
here.
Klavier:
There were gunshot-like sounds
that emanated from that room
Klavier:
What we must determine is
whether those sounds were
actually gunshots.
Trucy:
Machi heard them, too!
Trucy:
Remember he said he ran for
the air duct when he heard
them?
Apollo:
(So... how do we figure out
just what those "gunshots"
during the third set were?)
((Present Burnt Fragments))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
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.
Klavier:
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?
Klavier:
I received the report this
morning, before coming here.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
...Just in case.
Daryan:
......
Apollo:
This raises another
possibility.
Apollo:
Those gunshot-like sounds
during the third set...
Apollo:
...could have been two
firecrackers rigged to go
off by remote control!
Daryan:
Ha ha!
Daryan:
You got an active imagination,
don't you?
Daryan:
But you shouldn't say
every little thing you think.
Daryan:
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...
Daryan:
...right when two witnesses
came walking by? Hah!
Apollo:
...!
Trucy:
That's right!
Trucy:
Daryan was out on stage when
it happened, Apollo!
Trucy:
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...
Daryan:
You get my drift! Why go
through the trouble, man!?
Apollo:
Urk...!
Apollo:
(How do I explain this...?)
Klavier:
...He may not look it, but
Daryan is a gifted detective.
Klavier:
Show any weakness, and he's
sure to find it.
Daryan:
"He may not look it", partner?
Gee, thanks, man.
Klavier:
...That reminds me.
Klavier:
I happened to pass through
that very hallway several
times that day myself.
Klavier:
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!)
Apollo:
(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!
Apollo:
Even if you were out on stage!
Daryan:
Feh...
Daryan:
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.
Klavier:
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...
Klavier:
It's certainly a possibility
that they were part of a ruse
to fake the sound of gunshots.
Klavier:
Throw the headset from the
hallway into the mix, and
you could fabricate an alibi.
Klavier:
But we're still no closer
to proving anything.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
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...
Daryan:
...while our little piano
player was on stage.
Daryan:
That right, Gavin?
Klavier:
Indeed. If you can't prove
that...
Klavier:
...then to continue this
cross-examination would be
pointless.
Judge:
Hmm...
Well, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
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?
Judge:
Witness, your testimony,
if you would.
Apollo:
(This isn't going to be easy.)
Apollo:
(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:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
But the "gunshots" heard
during the third set could
have been...
Daryan:
What? Some kind of set up?
I've heard that one before.
Apollo:
Uh...
Trucy:
We need proof, Apollo!
Trucy:
We need to prove that the
shooting took place during
the second set!
Apollo:
Well, if you know how to do
that, I'm all ears.
Trucy:
Maybe the gunshots are the
key after all!
Apollo:
What do you mean?
Trucy:
Well, Lamiroir said she
heard them, right?
Trucy:
Right in the middle of her
illusion, when she was up
above the ceiling.
Apollo:
...When she forgot the words
to the song, yeah.
Trucy:
If you can prove the gun was
shot right when she missed
those lyrics...
Trucy:
...we're home free, I'd think.
Apollo:
True... Not easy, but true...
Apollo:
(Is there some way to prove
that...?)
Trucy:
Let's take a look through our
evidence! Maybe there's
something in there...
Daryan:
...Hey, aren't you supposed to
be cross-examining me?
Judge:
Try to refrain from private
discussions during cross-
examination, Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Er, right, Your Honor!
Sorry!
Apollo:
(Just let me take a quick look
through the Court Record...)
Daryan:
The shooting took place when
I was on stage, man!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
That could have been what the
shooter wanted us to think!
Daryan:
I'll tell you what the shooter,
that kid, wants you to think.
Daryan:
He wants you to think the diva
heard me in that room.
Apollo:
(Ack! I'm back to relying on
Lamiroir's testimony!)
Klavier:
As much as I'm enjoying the
Daryan & Forehead show, there
is no need for such tempers.
Apollo:
Don't make us into some
comedy duo.
Daryan:
This mean the Gavin & Daryan
show's cancelled?
Klavier:
Neither of your claims can
be proven... or disproved.
Klavier:
We could argue for days like
this and get nowhere.
Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin is quite
right.
Judge:
This court will hear no
further discussion on this
topic without new facts.
Apollo:
(New facts, huh...?)
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.
Apollo:
(I just need to find another
way to prove it didn't happen
when he says it did!)
((Present Mixing Board))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
...It seems there was clear
proof left behind.
Apollo:
...Right here in Lamiroir's
song.
Daryan:
Her song...!?
Judge:
What exactly is this, erm,
device thingy?
Judge:
A new variety of gramophone,
perhaps?
Apollo:
(C'mon, we just used this!
And don't get me started
on "gramophone"!)
Apollo:
This device was used to record
the performance part by part.
Judge:
Part...?
Klavier:
You move the sliders to
adjust the volume.
Klavier:
Each instrument is adjustable
separately. Lamiroir's voice
included.
Judge:
Ho hoh!
...But what does this prove?
Apollo:
According to Lamiroir's
testimony...
Apollo:
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?
Klavier:
We might even hear those
gunshots!
Apollo:
...Exactly.
Daryan:
Hah! Ridiculous.
Daryan:
How are you supposed to hear
gunshots back in that dressing
room out on stage?
Klavier:
Have you forgotten, Daryan?
Klavier:
We were all wearing these
headsets.
Daryan:
Oh...
Klavier:
We were all deeply involved
in our performance...
Klavier:
...but Lamiroir's headset
would've picked up what she
heard all the same.
Judge:
Then let's get to analyzing
that recording!
Judge:
...Right now!
Apollo:
(Lamiroir stopped singing when
she heard the shots fired...)
Apollo:
(Find that spot, and I'll
find the gunshots!)
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Your Honor! Listen to this
part!
Judge:
Wh-What's this!?
Judge:
......
I hear nothing! How is this
possible!?
Apollo:
(Wait, isn't the judge hard
of hearing?)
Judge:
I can hear just fine, thank
you very much!
Apollo:
(Ack! He heard me thinking!)
Judge:
I saw what you were thinking
on your face.
Klavier:
Herr Judge's hearing aside,
I, too, heard nothing.
Klavier:
...Leading me to believe there
is nothing there to be heard.
Apollo:
(Ugh... I guess that's the
wrong spot.)
Judge:
A penalty, on behalf of all
who are hearing-impaired, you
insensitive braggart! Enjoy!
Apollo:
Ugh...
Judge:
Mr. Justice! Once more,
if you would!
((Present Track 1))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Your Honor! Listen closely
to this part!
Apollo:
This is the track with
Lamiroir's vocals!

Pleasure...
Judge:
...I did hear something
faintly there, yes!
Judge:
Why... it sounded like a
gunshot!
Dayran:
Wh-What!? This has to be some
kind of mistake!
Klavier:
I believe a case has been
made.
Klavier:
Gunshots were heard during
the second set.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
You could have done it.
Judge:
Hmm... But why did we only
hear one gunshot on the
recording?
Judge:
Weren't two bullets fired
from this weapon?
Apollo:
Lamiroir was moving through
the air vent, Your Honor.
Apollo:
She must not have been close
enough for her mic to catch
the first shot.
Apollo:
But then, as she passed over
the dressing room...
Apollo:
...the gun fired again, and
Mr. LeTouse's life was taken.
Apollo:
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.
Klavier:
You were there, too, Herr
Forehead.
Klavier:
What is it with today!?
Klavier:
Problem after problem!
Achtung!
Klavier:
My hog won't start. My guitar
case is busted...
Klavier:
...my guitar's been burnt to a
crisp, and to top it all off,
someone's dead!
Klavier:
Klavier:
Apollo:
This part is off.
Klavier:
2nd Guitar.
Daryan:
Ah.
Klavier:
It was you Daryan!
Klavier:
...I thought it strange at
the time.
Klavier:
How could you miss such a
simple cue?
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
As we have learned, even the
shooter doesn't go unscarred
with a revolver that size.
Klavier:
The kickback is enough to
dislocate your shoulder, if
you're an amateur.
Apollo:
Wait...!
Apollo:
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.
Daryan:
I'm no amateur.
Klavier:
The standard sidearm issued
to police officers is a
38-caliber weapon.
Klavier:
A much tamer beast. Also, the
murder weapon belonged to
the victim, Mr. LeTouse.
Klavier:
...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!
Judge:
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.
Daryan:
Hey, you. Attorney.
Apollo:
Me?
Daryan:
Exactly which piece of your
evidence is decisive, again?
Daryan:
You got a little noise on a
tape that could be anything.
Daryan:
And you have an alleged guitar
cue miss due to a 45-caliber
kickback.
Daryan:
I weep for this case, Gavin,
I really do.
Klavier:
......
Daryan:
You can line up your little
weak pieces of evidence all
you want.
Daryan:
I didn't shoot that manager.
Daryan:
And that's the obvious truth.
Judge:
Hmm... The witness has a
point.
Judge:
The defense's arguments, while
persuasive, are not decisive.
Judge:
I believe we should hear what
the witness has to say in
response to the case so far.
Judge:
...Your testimony, please,
Detective Crescend.
Judge:
Tell us your reasons why you
couldn't have done it!
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!?
Judge:
Hmm. A simple reason, indeed.
Judge:
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!
Judge:
Mr. Justice, you may begin
Apollo:
(Great, now I need to find
a motive...)
Daryan:
C'mon! Why would I even want
to kill that manager?
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Her manager, sure, but
Mr. LeTouse was...
Daryan:
Oh, right. Sorry.
An Interpol agent, wasn't he?
Daryan:
I just have trouble picturing
that big lunk as an undercover
cop, you dig?
Daryan:
And not a very good one,
seeing as how he got wasted.
Daryan:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Apollo:
(That's cold, dawg!)
Daryan:
...Not that it matters, either
way.
Daryan:
See, I had no reason to kill
the man, whatever he was.
Daryan:
You want a reason? Easy.
I got no motive, man!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
But that's the same for Machi!
No motive was proven for him!
Daryan:
C'mon, he traveled around the
world with that old fart!
Daryan:
He had plenty of time to come
up with a motive of his own.
Apollo:
(Ugh...)
Daryan:
More than I sure did.
Daryan:
I mean, think about it!
Daryan:
This was that diva's first
trip to this country, right?
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Daryan, you're a detective
with International Affairs?
Daryan:
Yeah?
What of it?
Apollo:
Even if this was Mr. LeTouse's
first trip to this country...
Apollo:
...you still could have met
him prior to the concert!
Daryan:
Huh...?
Apollo:
Or don't you take any
international trips in
International Affairs...?
Judge:
That's right! Well, Detective
Crescend?
Daryan:
Heh heh heh. That's your game,
is it? Guess I'd better
confess, then.
Judge:
"Confess"...!?
Daryan:
Yeah. It's a bit of an
embarrassment... but I've
never been sent overseas.
Apollo:
What!? But you're in
International...
Daryan:
See, me and planes got a
difference of opinion. We
don't like each other much.
Klavier:
My condolences, Herr Forehead,
but he's telling the truth.
Klavier:
He's never set foot outside
the country. I can guarantee
it.
Daryan:
As it turns out, my division
has plenty of work to do
locally as well.
Apollo:
(That's... so unfair.)
Daryan:
How could I possibly know
her manager?
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So you didn't fraternize with
him at all during the concert?
Daryan:
Fraternize? Hah!
I don't think we exchanged
a single word.
Daryan:
As if anyone would want to
talk to that old Eastern
"Bloc"-head.
Daryan:
Now the ladies, that's a
different matter altogether.
Daryan:
So, you see...
Daryan:
If I didn't know him, why
would I want to kill him!?
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
...You sure about that?
Daryan:
What? What!?
Wipe that look off your face
before I do it for you.
Daryan:
Listen! You try throwing
out one of your wild
accusations...
Daryan:
...I'll throw it back at you
so hard you'll forget who
you're accusing of what.
Klavier:
Herr Forehead, perhaps it's
best if you let your evidence
do the talking, ja?
Daryan:
Ah ha ha ha!
Man, what evidence?
Apollo:
(So, he's using this motive
question as ammunition, huh?)
Apollo:
(Well, I've got ammunition
too... Evidence!)
((Present Replica))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
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.
Apollo:
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...
Apollo:
...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.
Klavier:
Nowhere else.
Judge:
Alright...
But what is this cocoon
replica doing in my courtroom?
Judge:
Surely, this has nothing to do
with a motive for killing
Mr. LeTouse! ...Does it?
Apollo:
It does!
...Wait!
Apollo:
I mean, I think it does.
Daryan:
...You don't sound so
confident, man.
Judge:
A cocoon...
Judge:
Is it one of those silky
cocoons?
Judge:
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.
Klavier:
It is the only medicine of
its kind.
Klavier:
...However, it is illegal to
take one of these healing
cocoons out of Borginia.
Judge:
Whatever for?
Judge:
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.
Klavier:
Apparently, it isn't difficult
at all to manufacture the
remedy from the cocoon.
Klavier:
Yet, if you change the process
only slightly...
Klavier:
...you can easily make a large
quantity of something else
entirely.
Klavier:
...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.
Klavier:
It caused quite the commotion
in the global community.
Klavier:
Though the media was kept
largely unaware.
Judge:
Hmm... Intriguing!
Klavier:
All this has led to a strict
ban on the cocoons' export.
Klavier:
One rigidly enforced... by
Interpol, among others.
Judge:
Interpol...
Apollo:
Right!
Apollo:
The victim, Romein LeTouse,
was an Interpol agent.
Apollo:
Detective Crescend! You insist
on referring to him as a
"manager"...
Apollo:
But that is misleading!
Apollo:
Romein LeTouse wasn't killed
as a manager!
Apollo:
He was killed as an undercover
agent!
Daryan:
......
Daryan:
So I was trying to smuggle
this gumball into the country?
Daryan:
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?
Daryan:
...Ridiculous. I mean, totally
unthinkable.
Apollo:
"Unthinkable", you say?
Why?
Judge:
Perhaps it's time for another
testimony...
Judge:
...about this "smuggling of
cocoons" business!
-- 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!
Judge:
Indeed...
Judge:
Interpol wanted these cocoons
bad enough to send Mr. LeTouse
undercover.
Daryan:
You kids think up the
craziest things...
Daryan:
But no way am I going to risk
life and limb...
Daryan:
...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.
Klavier:
Selling them to an underground
organization would be risky.
Judge:
Hmm... Very well, you may
Apollo:
(This is the only motive
I've got...)
Apollo:
(He was up to something, and
I'm going to find out what!)
-- Cocoon Smuggling --
Daryan:
International Affairs got a
memo about these cocoons.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
That memo! That's how you
knew about the cocoons!
Daryan:
Oh, nice one, nice one!
I'm runnin' scared now!
Apollo:
You had to know about the
cocoons to plan this.
Judge:
Just how well known are these
cocoons?
Judge:
I'm embarrassed to admit it,
but I'd never heard of them.
Apollo:
Well, Lamiroir knew about
them, though not their use.
Klavier:
My reports indicate that there
are ongoing efforts to control
information about the cocoons.
Klavier:
Most people only know they're
illegal to export, that's all.
Judge:
Then... I've nothing to be
embarrassed about after all!
Daryan:
You could say people like me
who know about them are a
minority, yeah.
Daryan:
But that includes everyone in
International Affairs, man!
Daryan:
And everyone in Interpol, too,
for that matter. Yeah...
Daryan:
Interpol's all hot and
bothered about 'em.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So there are other Interpol
agents like Mr. LeTouse?
Daryan:
All over the world, likely.
Deep undercover, most of 'em.
Daryan:
That's why these cocoons are
too hot for the black market.
Daryan:
You don't want Interpol
sniffing through your wares.
Daryan:
Most came to the conclusion
that...
Daryan:
Can't sell 'em on the black
market. Too dangerous.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Dangerous...?
Daryan:
Yeah, Interpol finds you,
they arrest you on the spot.
Daryan:
Or another marketeer might
think you're part of a sting
and take you out himself.
Daryan:
Times have changed...
((Present Newspaper Article))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
...Why not choose a less
dangerous buyer then?
Apollo:
I would.
Daryan:
How clueless are you? Everyone
in the market's dangerous!
Daryan:
The second they found out
I was a cop, I could kiss my
keester goodbye.
Apollo:
Why sell to a black market
buyer?
Apollo:
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.
Apollo:
But so can a cure!
Apollo:
And not a cure for just any
disease...
Apollo:
...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!
Judge:
Why, that's the disease the
Chief Justice's son has!
Judge:
You aren't saying...!
Apollo:
Our witness is a detective.
Apollo:
He would have contact with the
Chief Justice!
Judge:
You are saying!
Judge:
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...
Judge:
Why it'd be an international
scandal!
Apollo:
That's Detective Crescend's
insurance!
Apollo:
If word ever got out, the one
with his neck on the line...
Apollo:
...would be the Chief Justice!
Daryan:
......
Judge:
Detective Crescend! Is this
true!?
Daryan:
First I'm a murderer, now I'm
a smuggler...?
Daryan:
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...
Judge:
...why, a seller couldn't hope
for a better deal.
Judge:
A very cowardly seller!
Daryan:
Don't let Sleeves over there
trick you.
Daryan:
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.
Daryan:
Borginian Customs barely
sleeps, they're so worried
about cocoons getting out.
Judge:
Hmm... So we were informed.
Judge:
cross-examination.
((testimonies 3, 4, and 5 change))
Daryan:
Yeah, cocoon smuggling ain't
exactly lucrative anymore.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
But, wouldn't scarcity drive
up prices?
Daryan:
Yeah, and attention.
Daryan:
Every gangster and his brother
would want a piece of that
action!
Daryan:
They'd turn your forehead into
swiss cheese before you could
say, "Objection!"
Klavier:
Maybe we could get them to
cut his hair, too.
Trucy:
Who's on trial here again?
Daryan:
Man, you so obviously know
nothing about the market!
Apollo:
(...And that's a bad thing?)
Daryan:
Don't even try to mess with
me about this stuff...
Daryan:
Man, I'm in International
Affairs! I know the deal!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Which is why you'd know how
to find a loophole in the
system!
Daryan:
Hey... You can say what you
want about me, but back off
of International Affairs!
Daryan:
There ain't no "loopholes",
OK? What do you think we are,
boy scouts?
Apollo:
That wasn't what I was trying
to... um...
Klavier:
Down, Daryan.
...It's as you say.
Klavier:
There are no loopholes, at
least in the case of these
cocoons.
Klavier:
International Affairs,
Interpol, and Borginian
Customs are all watching.
Daryan:
See, we know what we're doing!
Daryan:
Not like some yipping little
doggies that lap up every
word that diva says.
Apollo:
...!
Why I oughta...!
Daryan:
Oughta what? You want some
of this?
Klavier:
Ah ha. Chil, both of you.
Let's do this cool, ja?
Apollo:
(Grr! Screw cool! I want this
guy's head on a stick!)
Daryan:
Borginian Customs is very
thorough. Everything and
everyone gets checked.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Just how strict is this
Customs' check?
Daryan:
Way strict. They keep planes
on the ground for hours.
Klavier:
I do recall it being a bit
extreme.
Klavier:
They were even confiscating
gumdrops and marshmallows.
Judge:
Yes... it would be hard to
distinguish them.
Apollo:
(That's right. Gavin was in
Borginia, wasn't he.)
Klavier:
I remember setting off the
metal detectors several times.
Klavier;
I had to practically strip
naked to walk through.
Apollo:
(Here's a travel tip for you,
Gavin: leave the bling at
home, you glimmerous fop.)
Daryan:
Cocoon possession will get you
arrested on the spot, and
then sentenced to death.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Th-That's pretty extreme.
Daryan:
Borginia has this rep as an
idyllic, laid back place.
Daryan:
Truth is, they're beyond
hard core with security.
Klavier:
The Republic of Borginia is
a peaceful, pleasant country.
Klavier:
So this level of security
shows us how truly concerned
they are about these cocoons.
Daryan:
That's the situation...
Daryan:
Hey, man, if there's a way
to get cocoons out of there,
I'd sure like to know.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You're in a position to know
quite a bit about smuggling.
Daryan:
Yeah, I need to know a bit
for work, sure.
Daryan:
But all we get are reports
on the failed smuggling ops.
Daryan:
Not exactly something you want
to go copying.
Daryan:
But if you want, I can tell
you a few of them. Maybe
you'll succeed and get rich!
Judge:
...I would be interested in
hearing. Purely from a legal
perspective, of course.
Apollo:
(...I weep for our judicial
system.)
Apollo:
(...The replica has to be the
key to his motive...)
Apollo:
(There's got to be a way to
find out what he was up to!)
((Present Prosecutor Gavin's Guitar))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
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!
Klavier:
I don't believe it...
Apollo:
Believe it, Prosecutor Gavin.
Apollo:
What was it that you told me
yesterday at your office?
Klavier:
...It was a beautiful
instrument. It was played
lovingly for many years.
Klavier:
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.
Klavier:
We couldn't carry it on the
plane. Changes in air pressure
and humidity ruin the wood.
Klavier:
So, we vacuum packed it in
Lamiroir's studio.
Klavier:
I used a special shipping
service available to me
for transporting evidence.
Klavier:
They brought it right up to
my office for me.
Klavier:
...Pristine and untouched.
Apollo:
Did I get that right,
Prosecutor Gavin? "Untouched"?
Klavier:
...Quite.
Klavier:
The guitar was wrapped in
several sheets and vacuum
packed in Borginia.
Klavier:
The pack was untouched until
the day of the concert.
Klavier:
Are you saying that guitar
was...
Apollo:
With cocoons this small, it
would've been very easy...
Apollo:
...to use your guitar as a
mule to smuggle a cocoon out
of Borginia!
Judge:
Wh-What!?
Apollo:
Which reminds me, Prosecutor
Gavin.
Apollo:
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?
Klavier:
It is called the "sound hole".
Klavier:
Well, they found something
attached to the wood just
inside the hole.
Klavier:
...A broken device of some
sort.
Trucy:
A broken... device?
Klavier:
Yes. This, in fact.
Judge:
An igniter...!
Apollo:
Exactly.
Apollo:
Consider this, if you will.
Apollo:
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!
Apollo:
They could use picky
Prosecutor Gavin's privileged
guitar as a mule!
Daryan:
!
Apollo:
And who better to do that than
someone with access...
Apollo:
...like a member of the band!
Daryan:
Yooooooooooooooooooooowrk!
Judge:
Judge:
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.
Klavier:
At last, it all comes
together.
Apollo:
Every strange thing that
happened that day.
Apollo:
Care to review?
Apollo:
Maestro, the gentle sounds
of Lamiroir's ballad, if you
please.
Klavier:
First... my keys were stolen.
A harmless misdemeanor.
Klavier:
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.
Apollo:
The smuggler wasn't counting
on the guitar being wrapped!
Apollo:
Only a member of the band
could get near that case.
Apollo:
Unwrapping the guitar would
raise too many suspicions.
Apollo:
...Then the concert began.
Apollo:
Right about this time...
Apollo:
...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.
Klavier:
He would have known about the
guitar.
Klavier:
He'd only have to check the
shipping records.
Klavier:
So... Mr. LeTouse tried to
examine the guitar himself.
Apollo:
If the cocoon were confiscated
then, the gig would be up.
Apollo:
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.
Apollo:
And then...
Apollo:
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...
Klavier:
...it makes a great deal of
sense... Daryan.
Daryan:
Feh!
The Republic of Borginia?
Daryan:
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!
Daryan:
How'd I hide the cocoon in the
first place, huh?
Apollo:
It's not so hard to imagine.
Apollo:
You had help. A Borginian
accomplice.
Apollo:
...That's all.
Daryan:
...!
Apollo:
That you had an accomplice
was clear from the start!
Apollo:
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!)
Apollo:
(And for once I know what
I'm doing...)
Apollo:
(There's only one person who
could have helped him!)
Judge:
Let's hear what Mr. Justice
has to say, then.
Judge:
But be warned.
Judge:
With a great accusation comes
great responsibility.
Judge:
Make up your answer "on the
fly" as it were, and you'll
be harshly penalized!
Judge:
...Are you ready, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
Who was the smuggler's
accomplice!?
((Present Lamiroir))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
What!?
Lamiroir was the accomplice?
Klavier:
Perhaps you should get that
forehead checked out...
Klavier:
As you may recall, Lamiroir
was attacked yesterday!
Klavier:
Hardly something one does to
one's accomplice.
Apollo:
......
I'd like to commend Prosecutor
Gavin on his superb reasoning!
Judge:
Certainly, and here, have this
penalty for your trouble.
Apollo:
(Ouch...)
Judge:
Let me ask again...
((Present Other))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
...This person is the
accomplice?
Klavier:
Eh? I thought you said the
accomplice was Borginian!
Apollo:
Um, actually... can I take
that back?
Judge:
Certainly, and here, have this
penalty for your trouble.
Apollo:
(Ouch...)
Judge:
Let me ask again...
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
There is only one person who
meets all the requirements of
the accomplice...
Apollo:
...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.
Apollo:
But, I am here to defend him
in the murder of Mr. LeTouse.
Apollo:
And I stand by my statement
earlier that he is innocent
of that particular crime.
Judge:
Indeed... the defendant is
Borginian.
Judge:
He does meet the basic
requirements to be the
accomplice.
Judge:
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.
Apollo:
Beyond that, it's useless.
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, that's true.
Apollo:
Now, think back to the
testimony...
Apollo:
When the shooter made his
transmission, Lamiroir was
in the air vent.
Apollo:
Right above the dressing room
where the shooter stood.
Apollo:
Let's look at the stage
diagram!
Apollo:
This is the area that the
remote could reach from the
air vent.
Judge:
Well, looking at this...
Judge:
...it seems that Lamiroir
still could have done the
deed.
Apollo:
No. When the shooter made
that transmission...
Apollo:
...the stage was slightly
different than shown here.
Apollo:
It was in the middle of "The
Guitar's Serenade".
Apollo:
Part of the stage... was
raised.
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin and the
Lamiroir stand-in were in
the air!
Apollo:
They were on a tower which
happens to be 15 feet tall!
Apollo:
In other words!
Apollo:
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?
Daryan:
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...

Daryan:
...Ah ha ha ha ha!
Too bad, so sad... punk!
Apollo:
P-Punk...?
Trucy:
First you were "Sleeves",
then "kid", now "punk".
Trucy:
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:
Daryan:
You're saying I ordered the
wee pianist to set off that
igniter?
Daryan:
That right?
Apollo:
Y-Yes...?
Daryan:
Well in order to do that,
he'd have to press a switch.
Daryan:
Am I right?
Apollo:
...OK...
Daryan:
Well, take another listen.
Pay attention to the piano.
Apollo:
Piano...?
Pleasure...

Judge:
What seems to be the problem
there?
Judge:
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?
Daryan:
You've got Ms. Diva, the
guitar, the bass, the piano,
and the drums...
Daryan:
The only one with her hands
free was the diva!
Trucy:
Lamiroir...
Daryan:
But according to you...
Daryan:
...she couldn't have been the
accomplice, could she?
Apollo:
Urk...!
Daryan:
Your accomplice would have had
a hard time helping out...
Daryan:
...if they couldn't even
press a switch!
Apollo:
Uh... Uuuuuuuuuurrrrgh!
Apollo:
(The piano plays non-stop!)
Apollo:
(He couldn't have pressed
that switch...!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
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!
Apollo:
Everything makes perfect
sense!
Apollo:
How could it all... just...
Klavier:
...Strange.
Apollo:
Wh-What's strange?
Klavier:
No, it's just...
Klavier:
Something's odd about the
performance there.
Apollo:
..."Odd"?
Judge:
Mr. Justice.
Judge;
If Machi Tobaye didn't press
that switch...
Judge:
...then he could not be the
accomplice you claim he is.
Apollo:
B-But everything points to it!
Apollo:
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.
Daryan:
But the pianist didn't press
that switch.
Daryan:
In other words, your story
is full of holes.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, let's hear your
final opinion on this matter
now.
Judge:
Was the defendant, Machi
Tobaye, the accomplice?
Judge:
Your answer will reflect on
everything you've said here.
Judge:
Give it some thought.
Trucy:
Apollo! If Machi's not the
accomplice...
Trucy:
...then our whole case is
ruined!
Apollo:
I know that!
It has to be him...
Apollo:
He was the only one who could
have helped the smuggler...
Apollo:
He had to have pressed
that switch!
Trucy:
Well, you'd better find a
way to prove it!
Apollo:
Argh!
Apollo:
What do I do...
What do I do!?
Trucy:
Ack... There has to be
something that doesn't fit!
Trucy:
...Something odd.
Apollo:
Something odd...!
Apollo:
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...
Klavier:
Something's odd about the
performance there.
Apollo:
(...It's not much to go
on, but it's all I've got!)
Apollo:
(What exactly did he hear
that was "odd"?)
Judge:
Have you come up with
something, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
May I remind you that
everything rests on this.
Judge:
Can you prove Machi Tobaye
pressed that switch?
Judge:
Let's hear your final
answer!
Judge:
Can you prove that Machi
Tobaye pressed that switch?
[ I can prove it. ]
Apollo:
...I don't know if you
call this "proof", per se...
Apollo:
But... I can prove it was
possible!
[ I can't prove it. ]
Apollo:
I... can't prove it.
Apollo:
But... I can prove it was
possible!
Klavier:
Then, as prosecutor, it falls
to me to ask you to show us
evidence supporting this.
Klavier:
Herr Forehead. You're sure
about this?
Daryan:
Hah! Accept it!
There's no evidence, man!
Judge:
Let's see your evidence,
Mr. Justice.
Judge:
On what do you base your
claim that the defendant
pressed that switch?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The basis for my claim...
is this evidence, Your Honor!
Judge:
...I'm not sure I follow.
Daryan:
Hah! You can't bluff your
way out of this one!
Klavier:
Nor can you prove anyone
pressed the switch with
that... "evidence".
Apollo:
(Maybe... I picked the wrong
evidence.)
Judge:
For every bluff, there is
an equal and opposite penalty!
Apollo:
(Urgh...)
Apollo:
(What did Gavin hear that
was "odd"?)
Apollo:
(That's the only hint I've
got here.)
Apollo:
(If Machi's hands were tied
up playing the piano...)
Judge:
Perhaps you can show us your
evidence again?
((Present Mixing Board))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
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...
Apollo:
...right before the guitar
burst into flame.
Pleasure...

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.
Klavier:
You think Machi could have
played that part... with
one hand?
Judge:
One hand...!?
Apollo:
He only needed one hand to
press that switch!
Apollo:
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!?
Daryan:
You can't play a part like
that with one hand!
Apollo:
Urk...!
Apollo:
(Maybe... I don't know what
I'm talking about here.)
Apollo:
Wait! I know! Hey, Trucy!
Trucy:
Yeah? You got something?
Apollo:
Mr. Wright, your father,
he's a pianist! Could he...
Trucy:
Oh, Daddy?
Trucy:
He couldn't play a part like
that even if he had three
hands!
Daryan:
So sorry...
So sad for you.
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
...No.
Not really.
Daryan:
H-Huh...?
Apollo:
That was just the easy way
to prove it.
Apollo:
There's always the hard way.
Daryan:
Man... How are you going to
prove whether he played it
with one hand or two!?
Daryan:
You can't!
Apollo:
I admit, it will be rather
difficult to prove.
Apollo:
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?
Apollo:
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.
Judge:
Let's hear what Mr. Justice
has to say for himself.
Judge:
Show us the part that proves
the defendant was playing
with one hand...
Judge:
...right before the guitar
burst into flame!
Apollo:
(Machi was definitely playing
one-handed just before the
guitar caught fire!)
Apollo:
(And one section of the song
proves it!)
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
That's the section? Hmm...
I'm afraid I don't hear it.
Judge:
What's your opinion as an
artist, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
It's a beautiful song. And
the lyrics... are outstanding.
Judge:
I'll take that to mean there
isn't a problem with this
section at all.
Apollo:
(Wait, so what was the "odd"
thing that Gavin heard?)
Apollo:
(The switch was pressed in the
first half of the second
verse, right?)
Apollo:
(I know! I just need to find
a place to compare to that!)
Apollo:
Your Honor! If you'll give me
one more chance, I think I
can find it!
Judge:
I suppose we don't have a
choice. Very well.
Judge:
You claim the defendant was
playing with one hand when
the switch was pressed...
Judge:
Show us the part that proves
it!
((Present First Section))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin... I'm sure
you've realized by now...
Apollo:
...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.
Apollo:
Let's listen to the part in
question again, shall we?
Apollo:
Pay particular attention to
the "But a fleeting melody"
phrase.
Pleasure...
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.
Apollo:
Let's listen to the same
spot... in the first verse.
Apollo:
Pay attention to "O that night
in your embrace"...!
Sugar, Sugar...
Judge:
Ah...!
P-Play verse two again!
Pleasure...
Apollo:
There! Did you hear that?
Judge:
They "feel" the same,
true...
Judge:
...but they're clearly very
different!
Daryan:
Whaaat!?
Apollo:
Well put, Your Honor!
Apollo:
The phrase in verse two
is quite simple...
Apollo:
But the same phrase in verse
one has high and low notes!
Apollo:
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...
Daryan:
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.
Klavier:
And that wasn't the point.
Klavier:
I had him play specifically
so that the piano would stay
in the background.
Daryan:
Oh.
Ohhhhh!
Klavier:
That was what I noticed.
Klavier:
"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!
Apollo:
He needed a free hand in
order to press the switch!
Daryan:
Unh...
Unnnnooooooooooooork!
Judge:
Order! Order!! Order!!!!!
Judge:
I believe this ties all the
facts together...
Judge:
Klavier:
Yes, quite.
Klavier:
Though, personally, this comes
as a terrible disappointment.
Daryan:
...Heh...
Apollo:
(What? No comeback...?)
Apollo:
(I can't believe it! I finally
did it! I shut him up!)
Judge:
Very well. Barring an
objection from the
prosecution...
Judge:
I will now state the court's
opinion on this matter...
Daryan:
Heh... Heh heh heh...
Ah ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaah!
Daryan:
Good show, Sleeves.
No, great show!
Apollo:
...It's not over?
Apollo:
(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...
Klavier:
...in you, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
Huh...
M-Me!?
Klavier:
Yes. Don't get me wrong, your
case is solid.
Klavier:
The facts all check out.
But, even now...
Klavier:
...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.
Judge:
I'm afraid your case doesn't
cut it.
Apollo:
But... But...
Judge:
A thousand facts might point
toward the same conclusion...
Judge:
...but without decisive
evidence, it's not proof.
Judge:
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...
Judge:
...but, at present, this
court is unable to acknowledge
your accusation.
Apollo:
Wha...
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Apollo:
(The truth is staring us all
right in the face!)
Apollo:
(Why can't they see it!?)
Apollo:
(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.
Phoenix:
Especially not under the
current court system...
Apollo:
So what do I do!?
Phoenix:
Like I said.
Good luck.
Phoenix:
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.
Phoenix:
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?
Apollo:
The kind of thing that a
single spark could turn into
a wildfire of emotion...
Apollo:
(I won't be able to press him
further by conventional
means...)
Apollo:
(I've got to find a weak
spot in this guy...
Something fatal...)
Daryan:
...So, can I get back to work
now, or what?
Daryan:
It may look like I got a lot
of time on my hands...
Daryan:
...but I got no more time
to play pretend with this
deadweight attorney.
Judge:
Hmm. Well, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
We've come this far without
decisive evidence...
Judge:
...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.
Klavier:
That provides the best sound.
Apollo:
Even a small spark could
cause irreparable damage.
Apollo:
Your plan has an "igniter"
in it, too, Detective.
Apollo:
...It was there from the
very beginning.
Daryan:
What...?
Apollo:
(Fightin' time, Justice.
If you blow this one...)
Apollo:
(...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?
Daryan:
That's almost poetic there,
Mr. Attorney.
Klavier:
All the better. I'm rather
fond of poetry...
Klavier:
And I intend to hear this
one through to the very end.
Daryan:
...!
Klavier:
Herr Forehead.
Klavier:
You are accusing this man,
Daryan Crescend of two crimes:
Klavier:
The murder of Mr. LeTouse,
and the smuggling of a
Borginian Cocoon.
Klavier:
...This is your last chance
to prove your case.
Judge:
This trial has already run
on for far too long.
Judge:
Mr. Justice, this will be
my last warning.
Judge:
The moment this "igniter" of
yours turns out to be a dud...
Judge:
...is the moment this
cross-examination ends.
Judge:
...Understood?
Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Then, let's have it.
Judge:
Show us the basis for these
accusations against Daryan
Crescend!
Apollo:
(OK... This is really my
last chance!)
Apollo:
(The key that will take apart
Daryan Crescend's plan is...)
Apollo:
The defense is prepared to
show the court evidence!
Daryan:
Hah!
Be my guest!
Judge:
Be all of our guests,
Mr. Justice.
Judge:
Show us evidence supporting
your accusations against
Daryan Crescend!
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
...This is your igniter?
Daryan:
Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!
Daryan:
So, exactly how am I suppose [sic]
to react to that?
Apollo:
(Ack! He's not flustered at
all! I picked a dud...)
Klavier:
I'm afraid your poetic tale
ended up to be mere fantasy.
Judge:
...Reality bites, Mr. Justice.
Penalty!
Apollo:
(Ow ow ow...)
Judge:
I suppose we should let you
try once more...
Judge:
Show us the basis for your
Crescend!
Apollo:
(Think, Justice! Are you sure
about this...?)
[ Call a witness ]
Apollo:
Your "igniter" isn't a
piece of evidence.
Daryan:
Huh? So what is...
Apollo:
It is true that I couldn't
show decisive evidence.
Apollo:
But perhaps what I needed to
prove my case was something
else.
Klavier:
You mean... a witness.
Apollo:
Proving his guilt is a tall
order...
Apollo:
...but I've got just the
person to do it.
Judge:
...Very well, Mr. Justice.
Judge:
Who is this person who can
prove Daryan Crescend's guilt?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
...This person... is your
"igniter"?
Daryan:
Hah! Exactly what are they
going to testify about!?
Daryan:
Go for it!
Call 'em to the stand!
Apollo:
(He's... not scared at all,
is he? *sigh* Wrong person.)
Apollo:
I'm sorry... it was an
honest mistake. One more
try, Your Honor?
Judge:
The court advises you to be
aware that your chances are
limited in number.
Judge:
I think you're the one in
need of a little igniting!
Apollo:
(Ugh...)
Judge:
I suppose we should let you
try once more...
Judge:
Show us the basis for your
Crescend!
Apollo:
(Think, Justice! Are you sure
about this...?)
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
The one person who can prove
Daryan Crescend's guilt...
Apollo:
...is the defendant, Machi
Tobaye!
Judge:
Y-Your client? Again!?
Apollo:
Machi Tobaye was an accomplice
to the cocoon smuggling plot.
Apollo:
Without him, Daryan Crescend
could not have gotten the
cocoon.
Apollo:
Furthermore, he can easily
prove that the one who plotted
to smuggle that cocoon...
Apollo:
...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.
Apollo:
With the cooperation of the
Republic of Borginia, we could
burn a cocoon.
Apollo:
The burnt cocoon would leave
a particular residue.
Apollo:
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...
Apollo:
...concerning the attempted
smuggling of a Borginian
Cocoon...
Apollo:
...the case is solved!
Daryan:
Heh...
Heh heh heh heh heh!
Trucy:
Um, Daryan's laughing again...
Daryan:
Your unrelenting passion
is... remarkable.
Daryan:
You really want to get me,
don't you?
Daryan:
...Too bad you'll never be
able to.
Apollo:
...Why not?
Daryan:
The little key-tickler won't
acknowledge anything!
Daryan:
Especially not anything to do
with cocoon smuggling!
Judge:
What's this all about?
Klavier:
Taking a cocoon out of the
country means death...
Klavier:
...by Borginian law.
Trucy:
Ah...
Daryan:
Yeah! See?
Daryan:
If our pianist really was
a smuggler...
Daryan:
...then testifying about it
would be suicide!
Daryan:
...Believe me, he's not
talking--
Apollo:
But you're wrong, Detective
Crescend.
Daryan:
...What...?
Apollo:
It's the other way around!
Apollo:
If Machi doesn't admit to
smuggling here...
Apollo:
He's in deep trouble!
Daryan:
Huh? H-How?
Apollo:
Look, if Machi admits to
smuggling here...
Apollo:
...then he'll be tried in our
courts, by our laws.
Apollo:
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.
Apollo:
I'm sure that news has already
reached Borginia.
Klavier:
And they'll likely broadcast
our dealings in court today.
Klavier:
...Including the part about
the Borginian Cocoon.
Daryan:
Yeah but... but...
But...!
Apollo:
But, if Machi doesn't
admit to smuggling now...
Apollo:
...he'll eventually be picked
up by the Borginian police.
Apollo:
And it's not like he's in
any danger in our court.
Apollo:
We're not going to find him
guilty of murder here, not
now!
Daryan:
Yeah, but... you can't
do this!
Daryan:
You can't...
You can't accuse me!
Apollo:
Maybe the "law" doesn't allow
it...
Apollo:
But who's going to think
you're really innocent after
hearing this trial?
Apollo:
...The same goes for Machi
Tobaye.
Daryan:
...Urk...!
Apollo:
The cocoon smuggling, your
entire plan...
Apollo:
...Machi Tobaye knows
everything.
Apollo:
There's only one way out of
it for him.
Apollo:
And that's to acknowledge
his own crime!
Apollo:
The crime of cocoon smuggling!
Daryan:
......
Daryan:
......
Heh.
D-Don't worry, there.
Daryan:
I'll get... I'll get you
out of the country.
Daryan:
I'll set you up someplace.
A hidden mansion? Real nice.
Daryan:
You want a house made out of
cookies? Or no, a house made
out of pianos?
Daryan:
C'mon...
Daryan:
...Please!
Daryan:
Don't taaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Daryan:
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Daryan:
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Daryan:
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Daryan:
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalk!
Klavier:
...Daryan.
Klavier:
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.
Apollo:
But... I'm not the kind of
lawyer that can overlook
a crime.
Klavier:
Today's trial... was all
for your benefit, you know?
Klavier:
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.
Machi:
Very much money.
Judge:
Today's trial...
Judge:
...raises a delicate issue
with our legal system.
Judge:
"The only thing definite in
a court of law..."
Judge:
"...is evidence."
Judge:
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...
Judge:
...we may have to consider an
alternate system by which to
administer justice.
Judge:
...Anyway, Mr. Machi
Tobaye?
Machi:
...Yes?
Judge:
I promise you will receive a
fair trial by the laws of
our country.
Judge:
And, with regards to the
current charges for the murder
of Mr. LeTouse...
Judge:
...this court is prepared to
announce a verdict.
Machi:
...I thank you.
Machi:
I... only lie. But you see
truth! You find... truth.
Judge:
...That's our job.
Very well...!
Judge:
defendant, Machi Tobaye...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
---
July 10, 4:42 PM
District Court
---
Trucy:
I wonder what'll happen to
Machi...
Apollo:
Well, he did smuggle a cocoon
out of Borginia.
Apollo:
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...
Apollo:
Machi was your partner on
stage! Your friend...!
Lamiroir:
......
Lamiroir:
Yes. I thought of him as
my own son.
Lamiroir:
Even now, I do.
Yet...
Lamiroir:
Something got ahold of him,
something evil. I see that.
Lamiroir:
And he must pay for what
he has done.
Lamiroir:
Is that not how it should be?
Apollo:
I'm still sorry...
Lamiroir:
Do not be sorry.
Lamiroir:
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".
Lamiroir:
Light seems so harsh, so
unforgiving...
Phoenix:
According to the doctor...
Phoenix:
...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...
Lamiroir:
...perhaps it would open my
eyes to the truth I have been
running from.
Lamiroir:
...I was scared.
Phoenix:
You know what changed her
mind? Hearing your defense
in there today.
Phoenix:
She could feel your gaze,
unwavering, always looking
straight at the truth.
Lamiroir:
...If the light returns to
my eyes...
Lamiroir:
...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.
Phoenix:
...On my secret mission,
that is.
Apollo:
Right. Your secret mission.
Lamiroir:
Apollo, Trucy...
Lamiroir:
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.)
Apollo:
(Thanks to the trial...)
Apollo:
(..."The Guitar's Serenade"
was a huge hit.)
Apollo:
(Prosecutor Gavin's even more
dazzling to look at now.)
Apollo:
(But... there's something I
want to say to that guy.)
Apollo:
(Next time you write a
ballad...)
Trucy:
...Have them catch the killer
at the end!
THE END
============================
Episode 4
Turnabout Succession
============================
...And that is the whole truth

of this case.
In order to understand it
myself...
...I had to know the story of

these last seven long years.
Nothing happens by chance...

All is connected.
And now...
..you stand ready to begin

the final chapter of this
story.
Will the defendant be found

guilty, or innocent?
The decision is yours.
---
October 7, 10:37 AM
---
---------
Profiles \
----------------------------
Phoenix Wright
Age: 33
Gender: Male
----------------------------
Trucy Wright
Age: 15
Gender: Female
----------------------------
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo! Look, on TV!
Look! Look!
Apollo:
Yeah... uh,
I'm kinda busy.
Trucy:
Whoa! Look at that!
Trucy:
He's the last Gramarye,
alright! Amazing!
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
Apollo, you should be watching
this!
Apollo:
Ow ow ow! What? What!?
Apollo:
...I was writing about our
last case in my journal.
Trucy:
Lawyers are supposed to write
things in "records", Apollo,
not journals.
Trucy:
And why now? That case was
three months ago.
Apollo:
Hey, it's a long story.
...I did a lot, you know.
Apollo:
I want to vacuum pack the feel
of the moment for later.
Apollo:
Right now I'm wowing the crowd
by figuring out how Lamiroir
disappeared.
Trucy:
That's right! Uncle Valant did
that illusion, too!
Trucy:
But you're missing him on
TV right now!
Apollo:
*sigh*... I was just getting
to the good part.
Apollo:
(I suppose I should watch a
little TV with her.)
Apollo:
(After all, her father's
expecting me to look after
her while he's away...)
Announcer:
What you're now seeing is a
rehearsal for the greatest
magic show on Earth...
Announcer:
...happening right here at our
very own Sunshine Coliseum!
Apollo:
The Sunshine Coliseum?
Apollo:
Hey, that's where the
Gavinners concert was!
Announcer:
...Only three more days until
miracles happen here, right
before your unbelieving eyes!
Announcer:
The legendary Troupe Gramarye
is performing for the first
time in seven years!
Trucy:
That's going to be great!
I'm so there!
Trucy:
You and Daddy are coming, too!
Apollo:
(The legendary Gramaryes...)
Apollo:
(...If Trucy's real father
were still alive...)
Apollo:
(...he'd be on that stage
performing miracles.)
Trucy:
I've got the tickets and
everything!
Trucy:
Here's yours, Apollo.
** Magic Show ticket received. **
----------------------------
Magic Show Ticket
Type: Other
Received from
Trucy Wright.
For premier showing of a grand
illusion, to be performed by
the magician, Valant Gramarye.

Trucy:
Are you ready, Apollo!?
Apollo:
Ready? For what?
Trucy:
For what!? For the Troupe
Gramarye Grand Magic Show!
Apollo:
I-It's not like I'm getting
up on stage or anything...
Trucy:
...What are you talking about,
Apollo!?
Trucy:
You can't enjoy magic if
you're not part of what's
going on up on stage!
Trucy:
I'll lend you my spare
costume if you need one.
Apollo:
Huh?
You mean, I can't go in this?
Trucy:
No.
Apollo:
(...Doesn't get more
straightforward than that.)
----------------------------
...*squeak*...
???:
Ah, you are here. Working hard
or hardly working?
Phoenix:
Hey! How have you been?
Trucy:
Hi there, stranger!
Apollo:
(Not exactly the kind of
greeting I'd want to hear
from my own kid.)
Apollo:
(Though he has been gone a
long time.)
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha, how goes it, Trucy?
Here, I got a present for you.
Trucy:
Yay! Pudding! I love pudding!
Ooh, it's farm-fresh!
Trucy:
And not just one pudding, but
three whole cups! I'll have to
pace myself.
Phoenix:
Well, I'm beat.
Trucy:
That's right, Daddy. You're
on a top secret mission!
Trucy:
You've got to take it easy
with the secrets, you know.
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha.
How right you are.
Apollo:
So, you still can't tell us
what your "mission" is?
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
Maybe it is time. It has
something to do with you,
anyway.
Apollo:
Huh? With... me?
Trucy:
Ooh! Maybe you're getting a
top secret mission, too!
Trucy:
Maybe you can be one of those
guys!
Trucy:
A spy!
Apollo:
(Can't I just be a defense
attorney...?)
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha!
To be honest...
Phoenix:
...telling you about the
mission was my whole reason
for coming here today.
Apollo:
What...?
Phoenix:
Tell me...
Phoenix:
...you've heard of the
Jurist System, yes?
Trucy:
The Jurist System...?
Phoenix:
That's right. The new legal
system everyone's talking
about.
Trucy:
Have you heard of it,
Apollo?
Apollo:
Huh?
Uh... Maybe?
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
Maybe not as many people are
talking about it as I thought.
Apollo:
(The "Jurist System", huh?)
=Examine Teapot=
Trucy:
Ooh, careful there, Apollo.
Trucy:
A lot of people run into
that table, you know.
Trucy:
Why, some client knocked the
pot clean over the other day.
Apollo:
...Um, why not get a more
sturdy table?
Trucy:
Hmm. Maybe the table is
partially to blame...
Apollo:
...There's no "maybe" to this.
That thing is a deathtrap.
=Examine Bookshelf=
Phoenix:
Ah, those legal books were
left by my mentor.
Phoenix:
Too bad I gave up the practice
before reading them.
Apollo:
There's quite a few magic
books in there, too, you know.
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha.
Those would be Trucy's.
Phoenix:
She'll remember they're there
eventually, I'm sure.
Apollo:
(For a moment, I thought
Mr. Wright might do magic,
too... A scary thought.)
=Examine Plant=
Phoenix:
...The plant. It intrigues
you, doesn't it?
Apollo:
Not really. It's just the only
thing in here that doesn't
have some secret function.
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha. No, no secrets.
But lots of memories.
Phoenix:
And a name, too.
Want to hear it?
Apollo:
Not really.
Phoenix:
His name... is Charley.
If you were curious.
Apollo:
(Really, I wasn't.)
=Examine Split Box=
Apollo:
I can't believe you're using
this cutting-a-person-apart
box as... shelf space.
Trucy:
You know, I used that trick
on stage the other night.
Trucy:
Imagine my surprise when I
pulled one of my shirts out
of the box!
Apollo:
...You should really examine
your props before the show.
=Examine Top Hat=
Apollo:
That hat... Is that a spare?
Apollo:
It looks exactly like the
one you always wear.
Trucy:
That's the first rule of
a professional: be prepared!
Trucy:
You know, I put it on the
other day...
Trucy:
...and this strange white
substance fell all over me!
It was like magic!
Apollo:
Or... like fingerprint powder.
=Examine Portrait=
Apollo:
That magician in the photo,
is that your...?
Trucy:
My real Daddy, yup!
Zak Gramarye!
Trucy:
He disappeared when I was
little.
Trucy:
I hung that up there so
I wouldn't forget what
he looked like.
Apollo:
...I see.
Apollo:
(She's smiling, but I'll bet
that smile doesn't go very
deep...)
=Examine Piano Shelf=
Apollo:
(No one's practicing the
piano, as usual.)
Apollo:
(Even calling him a pianist is
an insult to pianists
everywhere.)
Trucy:
OK, Apollo! I'm going to
guess what you're thinking
right now!
Apollo:
Huh? What, was I making a
funny face or something?
Trucy:
"Argh! I'm so hungry!"...
I'm right, right? Of course
I am.
Apollo:
There's no "of course" about
it! You guessed wrong.
Apollo:
...Besides, that's not what
I'm thinking... it's what
you're thinking!
Trucy:
Ack! How did you do that!?
You read my mind, Apollo!
Apollo:
At least you've got that
pudding.
Trucy:
That's right!
Apollo:
...Try not to eat my share,
will you?
=Examine Spaghetti=
Apollo:
A plate of plastic spaghetti
for displaying in a shop.
Apollo:
...Where the heck does she
get this stuff?
=Examine Hula Hoop=
Trucy:
Want to have a go at that
ring, Apollo?
Apollo:
No, no, I was just touching
it.
Trucy:
C'mon, there's no need to be
shy! Just slip it on... There!
Apollo:
Yoooooowwwwwwwwch!
Trucy:
You're way too tense! You
gotta loosen up, there.
Apollo:
The human body wasn't meant
to bend like that!
=Move=
Phoenix:
Ahem. I wasn't finished
talking to you, you know.
Phoenix:
Or rather, you weren't
finished asking me questions.
Apollo:
(Why try to fight it?
I can't win...)
=Present Anything=
Phoenix:
Ah, "presenting", are we?
Phoenix:
I did my fair share of that
back in the day.
Phoenix:
Showed my attorney's badge
a lot, too.
Trucy:
He may look cool and calm now,
but you should have seen
him before!
Phoenix:
Ah ha ha.
You know me too well, Trucy.
Apollo:
(I'm glad I provided this
opportunity for a little
family bonding.)
=Talk -> The Jurist System=

Trucy:
So, Daddy, what's this
"Jurist System" thing?
Phoenix:
Well, Trucy, do you know what
a "jury" is?
Trucy:
I've heard of it.
Trucy:
Isn't that those people who
sit in court in those old
courtroom dramas?
Trucy:
The ones who get to decide if
a guy's innocent or guilty?
Trucy:
Do you know, Apollo?
Apollo:
...Only from TV.
Apollo:
It's twelve people, chosen
from the community, right?
Phoenix:
Well, they're thinking about
reviving that system.
Phoenix:
They're calling the new
system, the "Jurist System".
Trucy:
"No more doing whatever you
like, Your Honor!"
Phoenix:
Not quite that harsh. The
jurists cooperate with the
judge.
Phoenix:
They help analyze the case
from different angles.
Apollo:
Ah, and there will be only six
of them under the current
proposal, right?
Trucy:
Wow, you know your stuff,
Apollo!
Phoenix:
Their findings directly
affect the verdict.
Phoenix:
Hopefully, people will start
taking the courts a little
more seriously now.
Trucy:
I feel like I'm on some kind
of educational TV show!
Trucy:
Starring Dr. Wright!
Phoenix:
Dr. Wright, his assistant
Trucy...
Phoenix:
...and mascot Apollo.
The perfect team!
Apollo:
(Mascot...? Hey!)
=Talk -> The secret mission=
Apollo:
So...
What is this secret mission?
Phoenix:
The Jurist System is my
mission... more or less.
Phoenix:
Anyway, keep in mind that new
ideas like this system are
always risky, Apollo.
Trucy:
Too true...
Trucy:
Everyone's got an opinion, and
they just talk and talk and
nothing gets decided.
Trucy:
Kind of like you, Apollo.
Apollo:
Uh, I'm not that bad.
Am I?
Phoenix:
In any case...
Phoenix:
...we're going to give it a
shot.
Phoenix:
A test, if you will.
Trucy:
I don't like tests.
Phoenix:
We'll take a case as a sample,
and choose six jurists.
Phoenix:
I'll be the one helping with
that process, incidentally.
Apollo:
Helping... how?
Phoenix:
Well, for one, I'll be chair
of the Jurist System Simulated
Court Committee.
Phoenix:
The chair constructs the ideal
situation... choosing the
case, the jurist candidates...
Phoenix:
...even the judge and the
courtroom.
Trucy:
Wow! It's like you have a
real job!
Phoenix:
...I was never that good at
the piano, to be honest.
Apollo:
(Once a lawyer, always a
lawyer, I guess.)
Phoenix:
The trial's tomorrow, by the
way. Don't miss it.
Phoenix:
The trial simulation that is.
Trucy:
A simulation, huh...
Sounds interesting.
Apollo:
So... what kind of case is
the trial simulation about?
Phoenix:
Well, since it is the first
run through of a new system,
I wanted something simple.
Trucy:
Good thinking!
No sense wearing yourself out
on something too serious!
Phoenix:
True.
The case is a murder.
Apollo:
That's not simple at all!!
Trucy:
By "simple", did you mean
that the defendant is...
Phoenix:
...Guilty. Yes. Most likely.
Phoenix:
...So, good luck, Apollo.
Apollo:
Um... with what?
Phoenix:
With the trial tomorrow.
You're defending, of course.
Phoenix:
Recall that I said it had
something to do with you.
Trucy:
Go for it, Apollo!
Trucy:
It's just a test case,
anyway. No sweat!
Apollo:
Yeah, but there's still a
verdict to be decided.
Phoenix:
...And a potentially serious
sentence. The most serious,
in a worst-case scenario.
Apollo:
Ack! You mean... the verdict's
for real!?
Apollo:
That's not a "test" trial!
That's a... real trial!
Phoenix:
All the forms have been filed.
There's no turning back now.
Phoenix:
The trial begins tomorrow at
10 AM. Hope you can make room
in your schedule.
Apollo:
Wh-Why am I only hearing about
this now!?
Phoenix:
...Ah, yes. There was a
change this morning.
Phoenix:
...I picked a new case.
Apollo:
Eh...?
Phoenix:
...Something that happened
last night.
=Talk -> Valant Gramarye=
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo, I know you're all
excited about that secret
mission...
Trucy:
...but what about this!?
The "Troupe Gramarye Grand
Magic Show"!
Apollo:
Huh? Oh, right.
The card tricks.
Trucy:
They're not "card tricks"!
Trucy:
They're grand illusions!
Miracles! The apocalypse!
Heaven and Earth will shake!
Apollo:
...So what, that's three whole
days from now.
Trucy:
It's at Sunshine Coliseum!
Let's go! Let's go today!
Trucy:
We can say hi to Uncle Valant!
Apollo:
Have fun.
Trucy:
Whaaaat!? I can't go by
myself! You know I'm not
very outgoing!
Apollo:
Riiight!
Phoenix:
Why not go with her?
Apollo:
But... what about the
"secret mission"...?
Phoenix:
Oh, don't worry about that.
Phoenix:
You'll hear all about it
tomorrow, regardless.
Apollo:
(I don't trust that smile.
He knows something that he's
not telling me.)
Trucy:
Yippee! Now you can take me
to the coliseum!
Apollo:
(*sigh* I suppose it wouldn't
kill me to pop over there.)
Phoenix:
Ah, "Gramarye", that reminds
me...
Trucy:
...What's this, Daddy?
Trucy:
Isn't that silk hat the
Gramarye seal?
Phoenix:
Consider it a birthday
present, Trucy.
Trucy:
Thanks! It's great!
But...
Trucy:
...today isn't my birthday.
Phoenix:
...Hmm.
Good point.
Phoenix:
...What day is it today,
Apollo?
Apollo:
Huh? Today?
Apollo:
Um... I think it's "Recycle
Your Plastics" day...
Phoenix:
Then, it's a Recycle-Your-
Plastics present.
Trucy:
Yippee!
So it's plastic!
Apollo:
(I've given up trying to
understand them. It's much
easier that way.)
Apollo:
...So what is it?
Trucy:
Can I open it, Daddy?
Phoenix:
...No.
Trucy:
Huh!?
Phoenix:
You'll need that envelope
someday.
Phoenix:
Someday soon.
Phoenix:
Don't open it until then.
Trucy:
......
Trucy:
Well, why didn't you just
hold on to it until then?
Apollo:
(...Because that would be the
logical thing to do.)
** Gramarye Envelope obtained. **
----------------------------
Gramarye Envelope
Type: Documents
Received from
Phoenix Wright.
Envelope from Mr. Wright.
Do not open until the time
is right.
=Check -> Examine Signature=
Apollo:
Ah, lookey here.
A handwritten signature.
Apollo:
It says... I can't read it.
Trucy:
That seems odd to me.
Trucy:
I mean, isn't a signature
intended to show ownership?
Trucy:
What's the use if no one
can read it?
Apollo:
Isn't it enough if you
can read your own?
Trucy:
...Oh! I never thought
of it that way!
----------------------------
Apollo:
An envelope about the
Gramaryes, huh? Hmm...
=Talk -> The trial simulation=
Apollo:
Alright, so what case are you
going to use?
Phoenix:
You really want to know don't
you?
Apollo:
Of course I do! I mean...
I'm going to be defending,
aren't I?
Phoenix:
If all goes well, then yes. Of
course, this is just a
test.
Phoenix:
We wanted everyone to start
without preconceptions.
A blank slate, as it were.
Apollo:
There's a difference between
having a blank slate and
just being totally clueless.
Apollo:
Who's [sic] dumb idea was that
anyway?
Phoenix:
Well mine.
Committee chair, remember?
Apollo:
Oh...
Phoenix:
Well, if you want to know
that badly, I suppose...
Phoenix:
...I could give you permission
to examine the scene of the
crime.
Apollo:
Good! That's better.
Phoenix:
...But you can't talk to
anyone involved with the case.
Apollo:
What!? Then how am I supposed
to defend...?
Phoenix:
You let me worry about the
details, there.
Phoenix:
Remember... I'm in charge of
this trial. All of it.
Apollo:
But you don't want it to
backfire, do you?
Phoenix:
Apollo...
Phoenix:
...if I am in charge of
the whole trial...
Phoenix:
...that means the entire
affair is my responsibility.
For good, or for bad.
Apollo:
...!
Phoenix:
Just do what you can.
Phoenix:
And don't worry. I know what
I'm doing.
Apollo:
A... Alright.
Phoenix:
I'd recommend going down to
the detention center.
Phoenix:
Your client's waiting for you.
You can ask about the scene
there.
Apollo:
But you just said I couldn't
talk to anyone involved...
Phoenix:
...Oh, you can talk to your
client.
Phoenix:
If... you can get her to talk.
Trucy:
Well, time's a wasting!
---
October 7
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
......
Apollo:
That's 20 minutes we've been
waiting here! 20 minutes!
Trucy:
Maybe I should complain?
Trucy:
I'm sure that guard has better
things to do than stand there
pretending he doesn't see us.
Apollo:
You know the minute we get
angry, the client will show.
Apollo:
It always works that way.
Trucy:
Like shouting, "Oh, waiter!"
and they're standing right
behind you?
Trucy:
Oh, guaaaaard!
Trucy:
Is our client giong to be
much longer?
Guard:
Guard:
Haven't you already started
the meeting, yet!?
Trucy:
...Huh?
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
Apollo:
Wh-Wh-Where'd you come
from!?
???:
......
Apollo:
W-W-W-Well...
...Anyway! Please have a seat!
???:
......
Trucy:
......
Trucy:
I'm nervous, Apollo.
Apollo:
It's the silence. It builds
suspense.
Apollo:
Why don't you do something,
Trucy? You're a magician,
aren't you?
Trucy:
Th-That's right.
OK...
Mr. Hat:
I'm the Amazing Mr. Hat!
???:
......
...*thud*...
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeek!
She passed out!
Apollo:
Hmm. Ms. Magic Underwear might
have been a better bet.
Trucy:
That's "Magic Panties",
Apollo!
=Examine Camera=
Apollo:
The security camera stares
down from the ceiling,
all-seeing, unblinking.
Apollo:
Not that I'm nervous or
anything.
=Examine Guard=
Apollo:
The same old security guard
is glaring at us.
Apollo:
...He winked.
Apollo:
Maybe he's not such a bad guy
after all.
=Present Anything=
Apollo:
Um, see this here?
???:
......
Apollo:
Um, does it ring any bells?
???:
......
Apollo:
(Does anything I say ring
anything?)
=Talk -> Introductions=
Apollo:
Um. Uh. Hi!
Apollo:
Well, I'm your defense...
Apollo:
...I really think it has
to be fate, you know!
???:
......
Apollo:
And by fate, I mean destiny!
Did you know I'm good with
astrology?
Apollo:
Tell me, what's your sign?
???:
......
Trucy:
...I can tell you mine, if
you'd like, Apollo?
Apollo:
...No, never mind.
I just got carried away there.
Apollo:
(I seem destined to get
difficult clients, it seems.)
=Talk -> Your name?=
Apollo:
Um... So, what's your name?
???:
......
Apollo:
Oh, right, I'm supposed to
introduce myself first!
Apollo:
I'm Apollo! Apollo Justice!
???:
......
Trucy:
And I'm Trucy Wright.
Apollo:
...I know.
(This is getting nowhere
fast.)
=Talk -> The case=
Apollo:
Hey, I know!
happened?
Apollo:
I'm your defense attorney,
after all!
???:
......
Apollo:
Um, anything out of the
ordinary happen lately?
???:
......
Trucy:
Well, the other day this
tourist from out of town
stopped to ask me directions.
Apollo:
...Later, Trucy.
Apollo:
(I feel like I need to ask
directions myself here...)
Apollo:
(Well, that was fruitless.)
Apollo:
(Though I think I understand
despair a little better now.)
Trucy:
You did good, Apollo!
???:
......
Trucy:
L-Look! She's doing her nails!
Apollo:
What? Are nails more important
than defense? Is that it!?
Apollo:
...Let's go, Trucy.
???:
...Excuse me...
Apollo:
...!
???:
C-Could you...
Could you read this?
Apollo:
Um, sure.
Apollo:
(I feel like a teenager on a
first date!)
Apollo:
(And this is the love letter
we passed from desk to desk at
school...)
Trucy:
Stop looking so wistful and
read it, Apollo!
Apollo:
It... It's a business card.
With a name and an address.
Apollo:
The name is... Vera Misham?
Apollo:
The address is for
"Drew Studio".
** Vera's Card added to

----------------------------
Vera's Card
Type: Documents
Received from
Vera Misham.
Defendant's business card.
The address for Drew Studio
is on the front.
Trucy:
What a pretty business card.
Looks like a postcard, almost.
Apollo:
And on the back... Hmm.
Just her name.
Trucy:
That seems odd to me.
Apollo:
Huh? What does?
Trucy:
Why write your name on the
front and back of the card?
Trucy:
Why not use the space on
the back for a self-portrait!
Or a caricature!
Trucy:
Then people would remember
what you look like, too.
Apollo:
That's not a bad idea,
actually.
Trucy:
Here, give me one of your
cards, Apollo...
Apollo:
(...She's drawing something.
Hey! My hair's not THAT
spiky!)
----------------------------
Vera Misham
Age: 19
Gender: Female
My client, apparently. I know
nothing other than her name
and mailing address.
----------------------------
Apollo:
And you're giving me this
card because...?
Vera:
......
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
Well, looks like we're
finished here.
Trucy:
I wonder if Drew Studio is
the scene of the crime?
Apollo:
Let's go find out.
=Move -> Drew Studio=
---
October 7
Drew Studio
---
Apollo:
Wow, this looks like... it
looks like a studio.
Trucy:
It's like life imitating
art... Or, maybe, it's the
other way around... Hmm.
Trucy:
But the tape on the ground
there... It's a bit jarring...
Apollo:
Yeah... Looks like we found
our crime scene...
Trucy:
Apollo! Look at all those
paintings!
Apollo:
Hey, don't touch those.
Trucy:
It's OK, I'm just looking.
Trucy:
Huh? Apollo...
Look at this one.
Apollo:
...Looks half finished.
(You can still see the
rough sketch underneath.)
Trucy:
But, that's odd. The rough
part doesn't look like the
rest of the painting at all.
Apollo:
Yeah, good point.
(That is odd...)
** Drew Misham's Paintings added

----------------------------
Portrait
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Drew Studio.
Obtained at Drew Studio.
That bit in the middle is
supposed to be a person.
=Check -> Examine Center=
Apollo:
Well, what do we have here...?
Apollo:
It looks like a person...
thinking about something.
Trucy:
Maybe they're worried?
Apollo:
Like, what should I have for
supper: a hot dog, or a
hamburger?
Trucy:
......
Trucy:
You know, I've always wondered
about that.
Trucy:
Why is there "supper" and
"dinner"? Are they different
meals or the same thing?
Apollo:
...Maybe that's what this
person's thinking about.
----------------------------
Acrylic
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Drew Studio.
An undersea scene in vivid
colors.
=Check -> Examine Pufferfish=
Apollo:
Is that... a pufferfish?
Trucy:
Apollo! That's clearly a
porcupinefish!
Apollo:
...They're not the same
thing?
Trucy:
You know what gets me? They've
got all these needles, right?
Trucy:
But what's protecting that
soft spot on the lower belly
there? Nothing!
Apollo:
(...Must remember to keep
Trucy away from small,
round fish.)
----------------------------
Landscape
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Drew Studio.
Only half finished, the rough
sketch is still visible.
=Check -> Examine Rough=
Trucy:
Apollo, look at this painting.
You can see the rough sketch!
Apollo:
Oh. Looks like it was only
half-completed.
Trucy:
Huh?
That's funny.
Trucy:
Do the rough sketch and the
finished painting look totally
different to you, Apollo?
Apollo:
...They do, actually!
(What's that all about...?)
----------------------------
Trucy:
...All the paintings have a
really different style, too.
???:
Ah! I thought I might find
you two here.
Trucy:
Ema!
Long time no see!
----------------------------
Ema Skye
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Detective obsessed with
forensics. In charge of
----------------------------
Ema:
Oh?
Ema:
Seems like I run into you
far too often.
Ema:
I'll bet I know why you're
here, too.
Apollo:
You know about the trial
simulation tomorrow?
Ema:
I've heard about it, sure.
So Mr. Wright chose you, huh?
Apollo:
We don't even know what the
case is about.
Ema:
Well, he was killed.
The artist who owns this
studio, that is.
Ema:
Mr. Drew Misham.
Trucy:
Misham...
Ema:
And his daughter was put under
arrest.
Apollo:
Yeah... We just saw her at
the detention center.
Trucy:
It was funny, though.
Trucy:
She seemed more like a victim
than the kind of person who
could commit murder.
Ema:
You don't say.
Ema:
Not even by poisoning? That's
how it was done, you know.
Ema:
Poisoning's a common way to
get the job done, when the
murderer is a woman.
Trucy:
P-Poisoning...?
Ema:
Anyway, Mr. Wright told me
you'd be coming.
Ema:
Feel free to take a look
around.
Ema:
I'll just be over here.
With my Snackoos.
Apollo:
(We can't talk to anyone
related to the case this
time around...)
Apollo:
(...Which means we'd better
find out as much as we can
here at the scene.)
Apollo:
(...Or else.)
----------------------------
Drew Misham
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Painter known for his
illustrations. Poisoned
at Drew Studio.
----------------------------
Vera Misham
Age: 19
Gender: Female
The defendant. Accused of
poisoning her father, Drew
Misham.
----------------------------
=Examine Mailbox=
Trucy:
That letter box looks funny
sitting inside a room like
this.
Apollo:
Let's take a look...
Empty.
Ema:
The other half of that letter
box is actually connected to
the outside of the studio.
Ema:
Mr. Misham would put his
letters in there...
Ema:
...and the postman took them
away.
Trucy:
Impressive that someone still
writes letters in this day
and age. Or wrote, rather.
=Examine Paintings=
Trucy:
I wouldn't mind taking a
closer look at those
paintings.
Trucy:
I just love oils! You know,
how they're so thick? Is that
the word?
Apollo:
...These paints are all dry.
Apollo:
I'm just surprised at how
different these all are.
Trucy:
Yeah... And what's going on
with this half-finished one?
Apollo:
It must have been a work in
progress. You can still see
the rough sketch below...
Trucy:
...That's what's so weird. The
sketched part doesn't really
fit the finished parts.
Apollo:
I noticed.
(That is weird...)
=Examine Unfinished Painting=
Trucy:
Let's take a closer look.
Apollo:
This painting here looks like
a work in progress.
Trucy:
But... the rough sketch part
doesn't fit the other parts.
Apollo:
I know.
(Very peculiar...)
=Examine Outline=
Trucy:
Eek, Apollo! Th-That's where
the body was!
Ema:
That's the spot where
Mr. Drew Misham passed away.
Ema:
He put the coffee mug to his
lips, and the next moment...
Apollo:
There's quite a bit of paint
on the ground.
Ema:
See that half-painted
painting there?
Ema:
He must have been working on
that right up to the moment
he died.
Trucy:
Wow! A true artist to the end!
Ema:
Or maybe he started it a year
ago and was procrastinating.
=Examine Blue Mug=
Ema:
Ah, that's the victim's
coffee mug.
Trucy:
Ah ha! So the poison was in
here!
Trucy:
This is my first time seeing
a real poisoned mug of coffee!
Apollo:
I would hope so.
Ema:
......
Ema:
"Poisoned Coffee"...?
Not exactly, actually.
Apollo:
What do you mean?
Ema:
No traces of poison were
found in the coffee.
Trucy:
What!?
Ema:
...You'll have to figure out
the rest yourself.
Ema:
I'm officially not on your
side, after all.
** Coffee Mug added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Coffee Mug
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Drew Studio.
The victim's last mug of
coffee. The scrawl on the side
is Drew Misham's signature.
=Check -> Examine Lip Mark=
Trucy:
Hey... look there!
Trucy:
That stain doesn't look so
healthy, Apollo!
Trucy:
That must be the "Blue
Mountain" stuff we've been
hearing about!
Apollo:
Something tells me that even
Blue Mountain Coffee isn't
THIS blue.
Apollo:
No, this stain is probably...
(Hmm, better ask Ema.)
----------------------------
=Examine Blue Mug (again)=
Ema:
That coffee mug... it's not
what you'd expect.
Ema:
No traces of poison were
found in the coffee.
Apollo:
Huh?
Whaaaat?
Ema:
Yet the only thing the victim
drank that night was this
coffee...
Ema:
...so the poison definitely
reached him through this mug.
Trucy:
......
Trucy:
I like you better when you
tell us stuff.
Ema:
Look... Just figure it out
yourselves, OK?
Ema:
I have my "position" here to
consider.
=Examine White Cup=
Ema:
I imagine this coffee cup was
for guests to use.
Trucy:
...Guests?
Apollo:
Did the police already analyze
this cup, too?
Ema:
Not a trace of poison was
found on that cup.
Apollo:
(So the killer was after
Drew Misham alone.)
=Examine Hidden Painting=
Trucy:
Hey...
Trucy:
There's a painting hidden
back here!
Apollo:
...Hey, you're right!
Trucy:
What if it's embarrassing
somehow, and he didn't want
anyone to see it!?
Apollo:
You certainly seem pleased
by the possibility.
Trucy:
Huh. It's so... normal!
Apollo:
That's hardly something to
get mad about...
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
Huh?
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, doesn't this painting
look like... never mind.
Trucy:
...?
Apollo:
(I'd better get a professional
opinion on this...)
** Hidden Painting added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Hidden Painting
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Drew Studio.
Found at Drew Studio.
Notable for the large peach
in the foreground.
=Check -> Examine Peach=
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo. This painting,
I know it!
Apollo:
Huh? Really!?
Trucy:
It's that story where the
old woman is doing the wash
in the river...
Trucy:
...and this giant peach
comes a' floating on down.
Apollo:
...That might possibly be the
strangest thing I have ever
heard.
----------------------------
=Examine Hidden Painting (again)=
Trucy:
Huh?
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, doesn't this painting
look like... never mind.
Trucy:
...?
Apollo:
(I'd better get a professional
opinion on this...)
=Examine Paint Shelf=
Trucy:
Look at all these paints,
Apollo! There's so many!
Trucy:
He's got like... twenty
kinds of red!
Trucy:
We could repaint your
suit, Apollo!
Trucy:
How about this shade of...
green!?
Apollo:
That'll be enough of that,
thanks.
=Examine Equipment=
Trucy:
What is all this equipment
here for?
Trucy:
It doesn't look very artistic,
really.
Ema:
He had everything from a
lathe to a laser cutter.
Ema:
Looks like he was ready to
work on metals and wood, too.
Ema:
...Though his equipment's a
bit old, to tell the truth.
Apollo:
Why would a painter need all
this?
Ema:
From the dust, I'd say he
hasn't used this stuff for
years.
Apollo:
(This corner doesn't fit with
the rest of the studio.)
Trucy:
Oh, do you think I could
borrow this?
Trucy:
I want to cut a quarter in
half to make a trick coin!
Apollo:
...This is a crime scene,
Trucy.
Trucy:
But these cost like 50 bucks
at the magic shop!
=Examine Drafting Table=
Trucy:
Is this desk for painting,
Apollo?
Ema:
That would be a drafting
table.
Trucy:
...Drafting?
Ema:
Basically, it's a tool for
making precise diagrams.
Trucy:
...Wow, painting is harder
than I thought.
Apollo:
(Why would a painter need a
drafting table? Was he an
architect, too?)
=Examine Desk=
Apollo:
Let's take a closer look
at this desk here.
=Examine Figure=
Apollo:
Hmm. Something about the way
that figure is posed...
Trucy:
...I've seen that pose before!
Trucy:
It's you, Apollo! See, you're
making one of your flamboyant
gestures!
Apollo:
Please, I am a professional.
Apollo:
(...I wonder why it's posed
like that? Coincidence?)
=Examine Feather=
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo, what's this
feather-thingy?
Apollo:
Isn't that a pen? Like an
old-fashioned quill pen?
Trucy:
But it doesn't have a pointy
end.
Ema:
That was most likely for
sweeping detritus off
the desk.
Trucy:
Wow, you sure know a lot,
Ema.
Ema:
Bold and scientific, that's
my motto.
Apollo:
(...Exactly what about that
was "bold" or "scientific"?)
=Examine Book=
Apollo:
Is this... a journal?
Trucy:
Wow, talk about a clue!
Trucy:
Let's read it!
Apollo:
......
Trucy:
Wh-What is it, Apollo!?
Trucy:
He didn't write the name of
the killer, did he!?
Apollo:
...It's new. He didn't write
a single line.
Trucy:
Argh! You had me going for
a while there.
=Examine Photo=
Apollo:
So this is Drew Misham?
Trucy:
And this little girl must
be Vera!
Ema:
Yes, they took that some
years ago. They look close.
A happy little family.
Apollo:
Until you arrested his
daughter.
Ema:
...Ack!
Ema:
Look, I was personally against
that, OK?
Ema:
She just didn't seem very
suspicious.
Scientifically speaking.
Apollo:
Uh huh. Right.
=Examine Small Frame=
Trucy:
Ooh! Cute! Look at the tiny
frame, Apollo!
Apollo:
Tiny is right. That thing's
barely two inches high. What
picture would fit in that?
Trucy:
None, apparently. It's empty.
Apollo:
(There's no glass in it,
either. What's it doing
sitting on the desk?)
Trucy:
This is a lesson for us all:
be sure to check the size
when you buy frames!
=Examine Drawer=
Apollo:
This envelope has been
opened and resealed.
Trucy:
Ooh! I know how to do that!
Trucy:
You take a pot of boiling
water, and hold the envelope
up to the steam.
Trucy:
The glue melts and it opens!
Cool, huh?
Apollo:
Whoever did this wasn't so
delicate.
Trucy:
You're right. Looks like they
just ripped it open and stuck
it back together.
Trucy:
...Huh?
Trucy:
The postmark on this letter
is from seven years ago!
Apollo:
(Why would someone open a
letter, then seal it again?)
Apollo:
(Hmm... I'd better hang on
to this.)
** Red Envelope added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Red Envelope
Type: Documents
Retrieved from
Drew Studio.
Found in the victim's desk
drawer. Appears to have been
opened once and resealed.
=Check -> Examine Seal=
Trucy:
Apollo, look! It's been
opened once here.
Apollo:
...You're right.
I wonder if there's some way
we can see what's inside?
Trucy:
Should I try to get it open
and then stick it back shut?
Apollo:
Let's not tamper with the
evidence, shall we? I've got
a better idea...
Trucy:
...Ema!
Let's ask her!
----------------------------
=Examine Drawer (again)=
Apollo:
This envelope has been
opened and resealed.
Trucy:
You're right. Looks like they
just ripped it open and stuck
it back together.
Apollo:
Very strange...
Apollo:
(Why would someone open a
letter, then seal it again?)
Apollo:
(Hmm... I'd better hang on
to this.)
=Present Portrait, Acrylic, or Landscape=
Apollo:
Ema, about this painting...
Ema:
Oh, that?
Quite good, isn't it.
Apollo:
Er, that's not what I wanted
to ask you about.
Ema:
You want to examine it, is
that it?
Ema:
I'd be happy to let you,
if you had a good reason.
Ema:
But without that... sorry.
Apollo:
(...I guess she wants us to do
a little footwork on our own
first.)
=Present Hidden Painting=
Apollo:
Oh, Ema, I was wondering
about this painting here...
Ema:
Ah. Aaah. That one?
What about it?
Apollo:
"What about it"!?
Trucy:
Yeah, what about it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Take a closer look at it,
both of you.
Apollo:
Now... look at this one.
Apollo:
This is the third painting
he was working on.
Trucy:
Hey. They're the same!
Ema:
...I was hoping you wouldn't
find that.
Ema:
You're right, though.
Ema:
Drew Misham was copying this
painting.
Trucy:
Wow. It's pretty good!
Apollo:
(Copying a painting...?
What for?)
=Present Coffee Mug (before examining)=
Apollo:
So, Ema, about this coffee
mug...
Ema:
I hope you aren't trying to
grill me for information.
You know I'm not talking.
Apollo:
...I suppose you are the
detective here.
Ema:
Why don't you two take a look
yourselves?
Ema:
If you find a clue, I might
not be unwilling to lend a
hand.
Trucy:
...I think she's going to
help us, Apollo.
Apollo:
Let's check out this mug,
shall we?
=Present Coffee Mug (after examining)=
Apollo:
Um, Ema, about this mug...
Apollo:
...there's a pale blue, uh,
"residue" on the rim.
Ema:
Eh? Ah! Th-That!
Yes, well, it's just a
rumor...
Ema:
...but I've heard there's a
kind of coffee called "Blue
Mountain"!
Apollo:
I'm pretty sure it isn't
actually blue, Ema.
Ema:
Ah. Right.
Ema:
OK, you got me. That's left
over from my testing spray.
Trucy:
Forensic science!
I knew your hobby was behind
this somehow, Ema!
Ema:
It's not a "hobby"!
Trucy:
So, what kind of scientific
stuff were you up to?
Ema:
This spray, that's what.
It turns blue when it
touches poison.
Apollo:
So, the poison that killed
the victim was on this mug?
Ema:
That's right. See? It wasn't
in the coffee.
Ema:
The killer applied it to the
rim of the mug itself!
Trucy:
Wow! Science is amazing!
Apollo:
(It certainly is helpful...)
Apollo:
(Maybe Ema'd be willing to
help us out a bit more...)
Trucy:
You should try buttering
her up, Apollo.
Trucy:
They say flattery will get
you everywhere.
Apollo:
(It's certainly worth talking
to her a bit more.)
=Present Red Envelope=
Apollo:
Ema, about this...
Ema:
Oh! Th-That! Y-Yes, why that's
a bright red envelope.
Apollo:
(She sure is jumpy...)
Trucy:
Someone opened this, didn't
they?
Ema:
......
My lips are sealed.
Apollo:
Y-Your "lips are sealed"...?
(That's a first!)
Apollo:
You mean... you know what's
inside the envelope?
Ema:
Sure.
I read it, after all.
Trucy:
Ah! You mean you were the one
who ripped this open!?
Ema:
Hah! Please! I would have
steamed it open.
Apollo:
(But she did sneak a peek at
it, apparently.)
Ema:
Know that I have a powerful
weapon on my side.
Trucy:
Weapon...?
Ema:
Yes! The use of tools!
Highly specialized tools
for information gathering.
Apollo:
(Tools I wouldn't mind getting
my hands on...)
Trucy:
You should try flattering
her, Apollo...
Trucy:
They say a little praise
can open big doors.
Apollo:
(Never heard that one, but
it's good advice... Let's try
talking to her some more.)
=Present Other=
Apollo:
Ema, I was wondering if you
could take a look at this...
Ema:
Look, I'm a detective.
A detective!
Ema:
You can't just ask me any old
thing and expect an answer,
OK?
Ema:
I think you need to be a
little more focused in your
inquiries. Scientific, even.
Apollo:
(Somehow I knew she'd get
around to science.)
Trucy:
So, this, um, Drew Misham was
some kind of artist?
Ema:
Apparently. Did a lot of
illustrations for books,
I hear.
Ema:
Had a lot of female fans, too,
for what it's worth.
Trucy:
Oh? Well, I guess his stuff
is kinda pretty.
Trucy:
Like that oil painting over
there, for instance.
Ema:
Um... yeah.
Ema:
That... wasn't one of his
illustrations, actually.
Apollo:
(Huh? So it was a standalone
painting or something? Is
that what she means?)
Ema:
He was an odd bird, Misham.
Ema:
Hadn't shown his face to
anyone until the end.
Trucy:
What do you mean, "to anyone"?
Ema:
He was always locked up here
in this studio, apparently.
Ema:
His only connection to the
outside world...
Ema:
...was through letters he'd
put in that letter box there.
Apollo:
Letters? Do people still
write letters?
Trucy:
What do you mean, Apollo?
Apollo:
I mean, when was the last time
you wrote a real letter?
Apollo:
Don't most people use e-mail
and stuff these days?
Ema:
Not Mr. Misham. Couldn't
stand technology, it seems.
Ema:
He did everything by mail.
Trucy:
Maybe he thought that way was
more artistic, you know?
** Letter Box added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Letter Box
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Drew Studio.
Drew Misham's contact with
the outside world.
It's empty.
----------------------------
Ema:
In any case, the only person
besides him allowed in here...
Ema:
...was his daughter, Vera.
Trucy:
Oh, you mean the killer?
Apollo:
...The "suspect", please.
Ema:
We took some fingerprints,
of course.
Ema:
The only ones found in the
room were Mr. Misham's and
Vera's, basically.
Trucy:
"Basically"...?
Ema:
Actually, last night...
Ema:
...Mr. Misham gave an
interview to a reporter
for the first time.
Ema:
It happened during the
interview, apparently.
Ema:
His first interview ever...?
Apollo:
Could you tell us a bit more
about what happened the night
of the murder?
=Talk -> The defendant=

Apollo:
So, this woman, Vera...
Apollo:
She's Mr. Misham's daughter,
right?
Ema:
Yep. A real sickly girl, ever
since she was little.
Ema:
Hardly ever went outside.
Trucy:
She did kind of give off a
withdrawn sort of aura...
Ema:
She was home-schooled by her
father, apparently.
Ema:
It was quite a scene when they
took her to the detention
center.
Ema:
She was screaming about how
she'd die "if they took her
outside".
Apollo:
That... does sound like a
scene.
Ema:
In the end, she agreed to
leave if she was allowed her
"good luck charm" for company.
Trucy:
Her "good luck charm"...?
Ema:
Apparently, she has this charm
that magically gives her the
courage to go outside.
Apollo:
(...Why can't I ever get a
normal client?)
Trucy:
But why would a shut-in
daughter kill her own dad?
Ema:
Don't look at me.
Apollo:
So, about the poison...
It was found to be in his
coffee, right...?
Ema:
No... Not precisely.
Trucy:
Not precisely? What does that
mean?
Apollo:
(It means "see for yourself",
I think.)
Ema:
Like I said.
Ema:
Last night was the first time
someone from the "outside"
came into this studio.
Ema:
I guess mysterious painters
who never go outside make for
good articles.
Apollo:
And it just so happened that
he died the night of his
first interview...?
Ema:
...At around 9:00 PM every
night...
Ema:
...Vera always made him a cup
of coffee.
Ema:
Last night, he drank his usual
coffee, and suddenly became
violently ill...
Trucy:
...And died?
Trucy:
She poisoned him on the night
of his interview!? Wouldn't
the reporter see?
Ema:
He wasn't near Mr. Misham when
she brought her father his
coffee.
Ema:
He was checking out some
equipment in the back of
the room.
Ema:
...Supposedly, that's why she
didn't notice he was there.
Ema:
It was the reporter who called
the police, in fact.
Apollo:
Wait, but why is she the
suspect?
Apollo:
If anyone is suspicious, it's
the reporter!
Ema:
Yet the reporter never got
near Mr. Misham's coffee.
Ema:
Even Vera acknowledges that.
Apollo:
(Regardless, I want to know
more about this "reporter".)
=Talk -> Forensic science=
Apollo:
(I bet Ema could help us out
here...)
Trucy:
Don't forget, flattery will
get you everywhere with her,
Apollo!
Ema:
Huh? What are you two
whispering about?
Apollo:
Well...
I was thinking.
Apollo:
I mean, what is it we always
do when we run into you at
a crime scene?
Apollo:
What is it we always do...
scientifically?
Ema:
Ah, you know me too well!
OK...
Apollo:
OK... meaning we can get
erm, scientific now?
Ema:
Oh, I suppose.
Just this once!
Ema:
Bring me anything you find
suspicious and we'll check
it out.
=Present Coffee Mug (after talking)=
Apollo:
Um, about poison analysis...
Ema:
...I was afraid you were going
to ask about that.
Ema:
See, this solution is used to
test for atroquinine.
Trucy:
Atro... huh?
Ema:
Atroquinine! The deadly poison
found in the autopsy!
----------------------------
Coffee Mug
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Drew Studio.
Traces of the slow-acting
deadly poison atroquinine
were found on the rim.
=Check -> Examine Lip Mark=
Trucy:
See that, there? That's
poison.
Apollo:
Yeah.
Trucy:
Don't lick it, Apollo!
Apollo:
Don't worry, I'll be fine.
Trucy:
No, you won't! You'll die!
Apollo:
Look, I know! I meant I won't
lick it!
Trucy:
Who knows what you do when
I'm not watching...
Apollo:
(...The concern is touching,
really.)
Apollo:
(Next thing you know she'll
be telling me not to drink
coffee before bedtime...)
----------------------------
Apollo:
(...Uh oh, I know that spark
in her eyes. She's getting
excited. Best tread lightly.)
Ema:
It's one of the most virulent
poisons, but is absorbed into
the body astonishingly slowly.
Ema:
It takes at least 15 minutes
from the time of ingestion for
adverse effects to show.
Ema:
Oh, and guess what!?
Recent research has shown...
Apollo:
Th-That's fine, really. We
don't need to know all the
gory details.
Trucy:
I think I get it. You just
spray this stuff on something
you want to test, right?
Ema:
Precisely! You can find even
the slightest trace of poison
with this!
Trucy:
I wanna try, too, Ema!
Pretty please?
Ema:
You don't have to ask twice!
Ema:
...I already used it on
everything suspicious, of
course.
Trucy:
Yay! Let's give it a whirl,
Apollo!
Apollo:
Aaaaugh!
Trucy:
I was just seeing if I got
a reaction off of you.
Apollo:
How's this for a reaction:
Never do that again!
I'm not poisonous!
Trucy:
Tell that to those hapless
witnesses on the stand!
Apollo:
(Let's just get down to
checking for real poisons,
shall we?)
Trucy:
Too bad. No reaction there.
Apollo:
I'm sure Ema checked out all
the likely spots.
Apollo:
...Wait a second.
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
Did you spray that little
desk over there?
Trucy:
I don't think so...
The spray probably can't
reach that far, you know?
Apollo:
Let's check it out, just to
be sure.
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeek!
A reaction, Apollo!
Ema:
Aaaaaaugh!
Where, where!?
Trucy:
The inside of that cute little
frame! Look!
Ema:
Well, would you look at that.
Nice going, Trucy.
Trucy:
I'm known to work magic!
Apollo:
(Never mind that I was the one
who found it.)
** Tiny Frame added to the Court

Record. **
----------------------------
Tiny Frame
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Drew Studio.
Frame measuring two inches
by two inches. Bears traces of
deadly poison atroquinine.
Apollo:
Hmm... Looks like you have
to take this back part off
first to put a photo inside.
Trucy:
It'd have to be a really
small photo to fit in there.
Apollo:
True.
And that pale bluish stain...
Apollo:
Why would there be poison
in a place like this?
Trucy:
Well, there's one obvious
reason.
Trucy:
Whoever put poison in the
coffee rubbed a bit on here,
too!
Apollo:
That's not very obvious,
Trucy.
----------------------------
Apollo:
(Why would the inside of that
frame have poison on it?)
Apollo:
(...It looks like we found the
only other place that was
poisoned, in any case.)
=Present Coffee Mug (again)=
Trucy:
Are we going to test for
poison again?
Apollo:
Why not? Just to be sure.
Ema:
But, you found your clue
already. Isn't that enough?
Ema:
This stuff isn't cheap,
you know?
Trucy:
I bet she doesn't have a
lot of spending money.
Apollo:
(I bet she spends it all on
Snackoos.)
=Examine Tiny Frame=
Apollo:
I wonder why there's poison
on this tiny frame.
Trucy:
Very strange indeed.
Wait, I know!
Trucy:
I'll bet it was poisoned
from the time he bought it!
Trucy:
Haven't you heard about some
kinds of green paint being
toxic?
Apollo:
I don't think they sell that
kind anymore. And the poison
was atroquinine, anyway.
Apollo:
(A tiny, mysterious, poisoned
frame...)
=Present Red Envelope (after talking)=
Apollo:
About that envelope we
found...
Apollo:
...I was wondering if you
could help us out with that
"tool" you were mentioning?
Ema:
Eh heh heh, you want to know
about my tool do you?
Ema:
It's called an X-Ray Analyzer.
Trucy:
X-Ray... like the x-rays you
get at the dentist?
Ema:
That's right! At least, that's
what I call it.
Trucy:
Huh?
Ema:
It has a real name, but it's
much more complicated: the
X-Ray Spectralization...
Ema:
...something.
How am I supposed to remember
all that?
Trucy:
So, basically, it lets you
see inside things... like
envelopes?
Ema:
That's right!
You're sharp, Trucy!
Ema:
But it's a bit more
complicated than that, in
practice, of course.
Ema:
Actually, to tell the truth,
I'm not really sure how it
works, scientifically.
Trucy:
Can I try it out, Ema?
Please!?
Ema:
Oh, I suppose.
Ema:
...Of course, I've already
checked out everything
suspicious myself.
Trucy:
Alright! Let's give it
a spin, Apollo!
Apollo:
Yeeeeargh!
Trucy:
Oh, just seeing if I could
see through your hair...
But it's like lead!
Apollo:
Point that thing at me any
more, and it might all fall
out.
Trucy:
Then I wouldn't need an
x-ray machine to see through
it!
Apollo:
(Let's just get down to
business, shall we?)
Ema:
Right. Let's test it on a
sample, first.
Ema:
It just so happens that I have
a lottery ticket here.
Ema:
You set the sample in the
device like so...
Apollo:
...I don't see anything.
Ema:
Patience. There's no need to
get all antsy.
Ema:
Look at the right side of the
screen. That's the "layer
view" of the envelope.
Trucy:
Layer view...?
Ema:
You've got it set to display
the outside of the envelope
now, see?
Ema:
Actually, it's quicker to
just have you give it a try.
Ema:
Turn that dial there for
me, would you?
Ema:
That's right. That's how you
choose what "depth" you want
to scan.
Trucy:
Hey! I got something!
Ema:
See? That's how you can read
the letters on the ticket
inside.
Ema:
Cool, huh?
Apollo:
Except... I can't read them.
Ema:
Just turn the dial a little
more.
Ema:
What you have to understand
is that a sheet of paper
isn't really flat at all.
Ema:
When you zoom in that much,
you see that paper is like
a bunch of hills and valleys.
Trucy:
Wow! Really?
Ema:
This x-ray device uses a
beam with a wavelength of
only 0.05 microns!
Ema:
It breaks cards down into thin
layers, so it can only show
what's written on that layer.
Apollo:
I'm not entirely following
you, but what good is it if
you can't read anything?
Ema:
That's why we go on to
step two!
Ema:
Try rubbing the image a bit,
if you would.
Trucy:
"The image"? You mean rub
the screen?
Ema:
There. That fixes the image
on the screen.
Ema:
Now, turn the dial again,
just a little.
Ema:
Good. Now you can rub this
image to "fix" it, too.
Trucy:
Hey, I get it!
Trucy:
We just keep doing this until
we've got the whole thing!
Ema:
Exactly! Not bad!
Trucy:
Neat! Let's do some more!
Ema:
OK, let's print this
one out.
Trucy:
Woo hoo!
I'm a big winner!!!
Ema:
Ah ha ha. See! This is the
true hidden power of my
weapon. Neat, huh?
Ema:
Now let's try it out on the
real thing, shall we?
Ema:
one out.
Trucy:
Someone deposited $100,000
into Mr. Misham's account?
Trucy:
His paintings must be really
valuable!
Ema:
There's another page in
there.
Ema:
...Care to take a look?
Trucy:
You bet I do! If you're going
to read someone's mail you
might as well read it all!
Ema:
Here goes with the second
page, then.
Ema:
one out.
Trucy:
...So it was a letter about
payment for one of his
paintings.
Apollo:
Why all the secrecy, though?
Apollo:
And...
Trucy:
...And what?
Apollo:
...Why was this letter the
only one in here?
Apollo:
...It's seven years old,
right?
Trucy:
Maybe it had some special
significance to him?
Trucy:
Well, Ema?
Ema:
Well indeed.
Ema:
......
Apollo:
(She knows something she's
not telling us.)
Apollo:
(...Looks like she's keeping
mum about it.)
** Red Envelope updated in the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Red Envelope
Type: Documents
Retrieved from
Drew Studio.
Found in the victim's desk
drawer. Contains two sheets
of writing paper.
=Check=
Mr. Drew Misham

I've deposited the $100,000
in the designated account.
Please send a receipt once
you've confirmed the
transfer.
Sign the papers and send in

the enclosed envelope with
the enclosed stamp within 3
days. I need not remind you
to speak of this to no one.
----------------------------
Apollo:
So, Ema, I was wondering...
Apollo:
What's the story about this
reporter that came here for a
story the night of the crime?
Ema:
Ah! I'm afraid I can't tell
you, because he's going to be
a witness tomorrow, I hear.
Trucy:
I thought so.
Ema:
I'll never forget that face,
but what was his name...?
Ema:
Oh, right. Brushel.
Trucy:
Brushel...
Ema:
He's after a scoop to sell
to the papers.
Apollo:
So a reporter comes for an
interview with a painter.
Apollo:
His first interview ever,
and that night, he's killed.
Seem strange to you?
Trucy:
Really strange.
Ema:
It does raise a few questions.
Apollo:
I'd like to speak with this
reporter if I could.
Ema:
Well, I hear he's on the
beat today, too.
Ema:
...He said something about
covering a magician.
Apollo:
Magician...?
(Well, if it's not Trucy, that
leaves only one other person.)
Trucy:
It wasn't Valant Gramarye, by
any chance, was it?
Ema:
Yeah, something like that!
He's got some big show lined
up, I hear.
Apollo:
(So, he's out interviewing
Valant Gramarye...)
Apollo:
(Looks like I'll be heading
out to that coliseum again
sooner than I thought.)
Ema:
Here, I'll give you that
reporter's card if you want.
** Brushel's Card added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Brushel's Card
Type: Documents
Received from
Ema Skye.
This business card reads
"Spark Brushel, Freelance
Journalist".
=Check -> Examine Front=
Trucy:
I guess you gotta have a
good business card if you
work freelance.
Apollo:
Really. What's this... a
camera lens finder?
Trucy:
Do reporters take photos
too?
Apollo:
I guess if he's freelance,
he'd have to.
Trucy:
Maybe you should try being
a prosecutor and a defense
attorney! You'd always win!
Apollo:
Why don't I become a rock
star, too, while I'm at it?
----------------------------
=Present Red Envelope (again)=
Trucy:
But we just did the X-ray
detection thing!
Apollo:
Oh, right.
Sorry.
---
October 7
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---
Guard:
Ah, you're here to see
Vera Misham?
Apollo:
Yes, that's right!
Guard:
She's in the medical office
at the moment.
Trucy:
Medical office...?
Is she OK?
Guard:
She's just lying down. Said
she didn't feel so good.
Guard:
I'm sorry but I can't allow
any meetings at the moment.
Apollo:
Most. Annoying. Client. Ever.
Trucy:
Guess we should come back.
---
October 7
Sunshine Coliseum
---
Trucy:
Woo hoo! This is it, Apollo!
The place where magic and
dreams converge!
Apollo:
Just a while ago it was the
place where murder and
nightmares converged.
Trucy:
Let's go say hi to
Uncle Valant!
Apollo:
(What about the case...?)
???:
Waaaah ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Trucy:
Only a performer laughs like
that...
Valant:
The young Miss Trucy!
Valant:
How often I hoped we'd meet
again only to tell myself it
was an impossible dream!
----------------------------
Valant Gramarye
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Popular stage magician. His
overly loquacious manner can
get annoying.
----------------------------
Trucy:
Tee hee, Uncle Valant!
How's it going?
Trucy:
I'm glad to see you, too!
Valant:
Of course you are.
Apollo:
(Humility is definitely NOT
one of his stronger traits...)
Valant:
Well, Miss Trucy, how does
the day find you?
Valant:
If you've come to give me
flowers, do it after the show,
I beg you.
Trucy:
Actually, we came to wish you
good luck!
Trucy:
And congratulations on your
big magic show!
Valant:
Oh? But it is I who wish to
congratulate you!
Valant:
Not everyone is so lucky as to
witness miracles such as I
shall perform!
Apollo:
(Yeah, yeah, you're amazing,
we get the picture.)
Valant:
The world will watch in
wonderment as Magnifi's
illusions are reborn!
Valant:
Here, on stage! By my hand!
=Examine Balloon=
Trucy:
Look, Apollo! A balloon!
A hot air balloon!!!
Apollo:
With the Gramarye seal on it,
no less.
Valant:
Well, this is a long-awaited
revival, after all! And it's
been seven years, you know.
Valant:
I've spent plenty of time and
a pretty penny on promotion.
Trucy:
I hope it's a huge success,
Uncle Valant!
Valant:
Oh, I intend for it to be
nothing less, I assure you!
Apollo:
(They both sure seem excited
about it. I guess it's a big
deal for magicians.)
Apollo:
...Hey, that creature there.
Apollo:
He was handing out balloons
during our last case, too.
Trucy:
He's not a "creature",
Apollo! Poor guy.
Apollo:
Oh, sorry. Was I mean
somehow?
Trucy:
You know how hot it is inside
one of those suits?
Trucy:
He's stuck in there, with only
the smell of his own sweat to
keep him company.
Trucy:
On the verge of passing out,
he hands out each balloon as
though it were his last!
Apollo:
Kind of takes the fun out of
seeing the Blue Badger.
=Examine Signboard=
Apollo:
They've changed the sign since
our last case.
Trucy:
It was all Gavinners back
then, wasn't it?
Apollo:
I hope nothing bizarre and
mysterious happens this time.
Valant:
But it shall! Why, the show
itself will be bizarre and
mysterious, I assure you!
Apollo:
I don't have a problem with
mystery as long as it's legal.
Trucy:
I don't think lawyers and
magicians were really meant to
have conversations like this.
=Examine Coliseum=
Apollo:
You know, I thought this at
the time of the Gavinners's
concert, too, but...
Apollo:
...this coliseum is just way
too big. It's huge.
Trucy:
It's got a big-sounding name,
too... "Sunshine Coliseum",
was it?
Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
Valant:
Would you like to hear what
the grand finale of the show
in three days will be?
Trucy:
What!? Really!? Yeah, yeah!
Valant:
Eh heh heh...
The grand finale will be
nothing other than...
Apollo:
Don't tell me. You're going to
make the coliseum disappear,
right?
Valant:
...Ah!
Apollo:
(Oh. Oops. Looks like I was
right.)
Valant:
......
Trucy:
Apollo! I can't believe you'd
use your power of perception
on something like this!
Apollo:
It was just a wild guess,
really.
=Present Gramarye Envelope=
Apollo:
Um, I was wondering if you
could tell me about this?
Valant:
Ah ha! Why, that bears the
Gramarye seal!
Valant:
......
Hmm.
Trucy:
...Uncle Valant?
Is something wrong?
Valant:
...Trucy.
Where... did you get this?
Trucy:
Huh? Um, Daddy gave it to me.
Valant:
Your...
Y-Y-Y-Your D-D-D-Daddy!?
My partner, Zak Gramar--
Trucy:
No, no, no. My other daddy,
Phoenix Wright!
Valant:
Why now...
Why would your Lord Daddy...!?
Apollo:
("Lord Daddy"? That's kind of
stretching the whole archaic
thing a bit...)
Valant:
This signature upon the back.
Do you recognize it?
Valant:
That belongs to none other
than Zak Gramarye!
Trucy:
Whaaaaaaaaat!?
Daddy signed this!?
Valant:
Might I be so bold as to
open it?
Apollo:
...I-I'm sorry, but I can't
let you do that!
Valant:
Mmmmnk.
Ah... Ah.
Apollo:
(What's in this envelope,
I wonder...?)
=Present Gramarye Envelope (again)=
Valant:
This signature... Why, it's
none other than Zak Gramarye!
Valant:
Perhaps I might take a look
inside?
Apollo:
No means no!
Apollo:
Trucy's father didn't want
us to open it yet.
Valant:
Hrmmmm...
Ah... Ah.
Your Lord Daddy... Why?
Apollo:
(...What could be in this
envelope...?)
=Present Brushel's Card=
Apollo:
So, a journalist was here on
a story?
Valant:
All eyes in the universe are
upon my stage.
Valant:
All pens seek to commit its
mysteries to paper!
Trucy:
Um, his name was Brushel.
Valant:
Brushel... Brushel...
Brushel... Brushel...
Trucy:
...I think he remembers him!
Apollo:
He doesn't look too happy
about it.
Valant:
Brushel... That cloying smell
of mint when he smiles, yes...
Trucy:
Um, could you tell us more
about him?
Trucy:
What did he want?
=Present Other=
Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
Valant:
A challenge, is it? You want
me to make that disappear?
Valant:
Very well! Give it to me!
Apollo:
Ack! N-N-No thanks!
Trucy:
(Are all magicians like this?)
Trucy:
Apollo? What was that look
just now?
Apollo:
I was just thinking how hard
it is to get any information
out of a magician.
=Talk -> The big magic show=
Trucy:
Everyone's talking about the
big magic show!
Trucy:
Is it true that the "Gramarye
Miracle" is back after a seven
year absence?
Valant:
...Miss Trucy.
I must apologize.
Valant:
This show, and this honor,
should have been his.
Trucy:
Daddy...
Valant:
My co-magician-in-training
Zak Gramarye... If that
terrible thing hadn't...
Trucy:
...It's OK.
Valant:
Your father was a great
magician, Trucy.
Valant:
If he were alive, then I,
Valant Gramarye...
Valant:
...would have been proud to
stand upon this stage as
his assistant!
Trucy:
Thanks... Uncle Valant.
Trucy:
You know, I'm happy you're
doing the show!
Trucy:
To think, we get to see the
Great Magnifi's illusions
again!
Apollo:
(She really is looking forward
to this, isn't she.)
=Talk -> Magnifi Gramarye=
Valant:
My mentor, the magnificent
Magnifi Gramarye was a true
deity among magicians.
Valant:
A creator-god who gave birth
to magic and illusions that
defied our very imaginations!
Trucy:
I was so little when I last
saw one, but I still remember
his shows!
Trucy:
He did wheelies in a sports
car through the air above the
audience...!
Trucy:
And then sped off to outer
spac, faster than the speed
of sound!
Apollo:
(I'm guessing that memory was
a bit embellished.)
Valant:
For seven long years, the
world has been waiting for
a miracle to match his.
Valant:
As heir to the Gramarye
Troupe's secrets, it falls
to me to provide one.
Valant:
It is my god-given destiny!
Apollo:
Um...
Valant:
Yes! You, nameless face who
speaks for the nameless
masses. How can I help you?
Apollo:
If the world was waiting, why
did you hold off for seven
long years?
Valant:
Hmm... It appears the lad is
uninformed!
Valant:
Perhaps you have heard of the
magic known as "law" which
governs our land?
Apollo:
...I have, though I'm not sure
it qualifies as "magic".
Valant:
The performance of Magnifi's
miracle was impossible.
Valant:
...A certain "law" prevented
it for seven years. But no
more!
Apollo:
("Seven years"... That
phrase sure likes to pop
up, doesn't it...)
Trucy:
...And why was that?
Valant:
A little matter called
"performance rights",
Miss Trucy.
=Talk -> Performance rights=
Trucy:
Can you tell us about these
"performance rights"?
Valant:
Magnifi's magic relied on an
incredibly innovative idea...
a "trick", if you will.
Valant:
That trick... was considered
his property, and as such, was
protected by property laws.
Apollo:
Intellectual property, maybe?
Valant:
Magnifi knew this and
bequeathed it in his will...
Valant:
...to one person.
Apollo:
You mean... him!?
Valant:
Yes. Miss Trucy, it was your
father.
Valant:
Zak Gramarye was the inheritor
of the Gramarye Miracle!
Trucy:
Daddy...
Valant:
Yet, as you well know, he
is gone.
Valant:
He disappeared suddenly, seven
years ago.
Apollo:
(I think I see where this
story is going...)
Apollo:
Once a person is classified
missing for a certain period
of time...
Apollo:
...they're considered legally
deceased, correct?
Valant:
...In all absoluteness. Those
rolled-up sleeves conceal your
competence well, young man!
Valant:
That "certain period of time"
of which you speak... is
seven years.
Trucy:
Ah...
Valant:
Yes, Miss Trucy... Though it
pains me to say it.
Valant:
This past Spring... April
to be precise, was the time.
Valant:
Your father was legally
declared deceased.
Valant:
In the absence of a formal
will...
Valant:
...the secrets of our mighty
mentor Magnifi passed to me.
Valant:
This was, in fact, stipulated
in the will by Magnifi
himself.
Trucy:
Is... that how it works,
Apollo?
Apollo:
Yeah. It's called "death in
absentia". He's declared
missing... permanently.
Trucy:
Daddy...
=Talk -> Mr. Brushel, Journalist=
Valant:
A man by that name called
on me just now.
Apollo:
Just now...
Valant:
Valant's vision is always
toward tomorrow!
Valant:
Valant's feet step always
forward!
Valant:
...That is all.
Trucy:
That's all... very confusing.
Valant:
I am to perform a big magic
show, yes?
Valant:
I wanted someone to cover it.
Valant:
Yet, he had ears only for
that incident...
Apollo:
That incident?
Valant:
In any case, I requested that
the rapacious reporter remove
himself.
Valant:
So a painter has died, what
of it!?
Valant:
It is but a footnote in the
footlights compared to the
magic of Gramarye!
Trucy:
Uncle Valant! Do you know
where the reporter went?
Valant:
...I recommended he visit that
place popular with penalized
perpetrators.
Apollo:
(The detention center...?)
Valant:
He was a rude individual.
Might I see that card?
Apollo:
Uh, sure...
Valant:
...He would tear apart my
respectability? I will tear
apart him!
Trucy:
Ooh! Here it comes, Apollo!
Uncle Valant's big magic
trick!
Apollo:
Is he going to fix the card?
(Not sure that qualifies as
"big" magic...)
Trucy:
......
Valant:
......
Trucy:
What happened to the big
magic...?
Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
Valant:
Is it not more miraculous for
it to stay ripped?
Apollo:
(He must have really not liked
that journalist...)
Valant:
Now, the time has come when I
must return to make my
prestidigitation preparations!
Valant:
By your leave, Miss Trucy.
Trucy:
Thanks, Uncle Valant!
Valant:
Three days from now...
make ready for a miracle!
Apollo:
What do you think that
journalist was after?
Apollo:
And why did Valant react like
that to this envelope?
Trucy:
I think it's time to pay the
detention center another
visit.
=Examine Balloon=
Apollo:
A hot air balloon. You hardly
see those anymore these days.
Apollo:
It kind of reminds me of when
I was a kid.
Apollo:
Maybe Valant's playing the
nostalgia card to drum up
interest in the show.
=Examine Signboard=
Apollo:
That was a Gavinners sign
last time, wasn't it?
Apollo:
I hope nothing strange happens
this time around...
=Examine Coliseum=
Apollo:
Workers are busily preparing
the coliseum for the magic
show three days from now.
Apollo:
Maybe we should go check it
out... once this case is
solved.
---
October 7
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---
???:
...I think I hear what you're
saying.
???:
"We're All Doing It For The
Money", end quote.
Guard:
No no no no!
Not at all!
Apollo:
...Looks like someone's
already meeting here.
Trucy:
Maybe that reporter?
???:
Hey there! How ya doing?
Who might you be?
Apollo:
Ah, sorry, we didn't know
someone was already here.
Apollo:
I'm Apollo Justice, attorney
at law.
(Talk about a nervous monkey.)
???:
You? You're Justice!? You?
Apollo:
You... know me?
???:
Do I know you? Of course I
know you!
???:
"Stares Down Witnesses On
Stand Till They Spill Beans",
end quote.
Apollo:
Th-That's not true!
(What's he writing...?)
Trucy:
Are you a reporter by
any chance?
???:
Woo! You!
You're Trucy!
Trucy:
Eh?
Am I famous?
???:
Oh yeah. Oh yeah!
???:
"Trucy Wright Hates Carrying
A Bag:"
???:
"Puts Everything She Owns In
Her Panties", end quote.
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeek!
That's so not true!
???:
Just hold on to your breeches,
there.
???:
I'll wrap up this interview
in a jiffy.
Trucy:
Interview...?
???:
So, guard. I think I know
what's going on here.
???:
"Guarding Rooms Is My Life.
What Else Could I Possibly
Need?" end quote.
Guard:
No! How many times do I have
to tell you this?
Guard:
Look, I've got work to do.
You deal with him.
Trucy:
Um... did you come here to
interview the guard?
???:
Ooh wee, what a pickle!
???:
"Accused Wouldn't Talk, Had
To Interview Someone Or Go
Plum Crazy", end quote.
Trucy:
Huh...
Apollo:
...I should've guessed.
???:
Where're my manners!?
Brushel:
Name's Brushel. Spark Brushel.
Brushel:
"I'm Not Picky -- Journalist
Just Closes Eyes, Writes",
end quote.
----------------------------
Spark Brushel
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Freelance journalist.
Can smell a scoop from
miles away.
----------------------------
Apollo:
(What's that nauseatingly
strong mint smell every time
he grins?)
Brushel:
Until you've been interviewed
by me, you don't know what
thrilling is!
Brushel:
"Wild Romp Through Crossroads
Of Mayhem, Madness", end
quote.
Apollo:
...I can see that.
(He's writing something
again!)
Apollo:
(Well, if he's a reporter,
maybe he knows something...)
=Present Anything=
Brushel:
Ah, right. Let me go on the
record here.
Trucy:
Y-Yes?
Brushel:
I know what you're going to
say.
Brushel:
"Brushel! Take This, Write
Brilliant Column!" end quote.
Apollo:
I don't think so!
Brushel:
Look, buddy, I write brilliant
columns about one thing:
Brushel:
...and that's food.
Brushel:
Try to understand.
Apollo:
(What could he possibly be
writing? He didn't listen to
a word I said!)
=Talk -> Spark Brushel=
Trucy:
So, Mr. Brushel... You're a
journalist?
Brushel:
Ah me? Look, let me state one
thing for the record here...
Trucy:
...Y-Yes?
Brushel:
I'm the interviewer.
You understand, yeah?
Brushel:
"I'm The One Asking The
Questions Here", end quote.
Trucy:
OK...
Brushel:
...For instance!
Brushel:
You think a movie director
watches movies?
Trucy:
...Well, I think he probably
does.
Brushel:
Exactly!
I knew you'd understand.
Apollo:
(...Huh?)
Trucy:
So, the night of the murder...
Trucy:
...you were at Drew Studio?
Brushel:
Who? Me? Look, let me state
one thing for the record...
Trucy:
...Y-Yes?
Brushel:
I may look calm and collected,
but I'm busy. Real busy.
Always on the road.
Brushel:
"Journalist Always Buys
One-Way Tickets, Never
Looks Back", end quote.
Trucy:
I can understand
that philosophy, but...
Brushel:
You want to know the thing
about one-way tickets? Once
you use them, they're gone.
Brushel:
...All because you have to
give them to the guy at the
airport.
Trucy:
True enough.
Trucy:
But don't they give normal
tickets away, too?
Brushel:
Exactly! See? It's the same
thing!
Trucy:
...What is?
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
=Talk -> The interview=
Trucy:
So, you went to do a story
on Drew Misham...
Trucy:
...and he'd never had a story
done about him before?
Brushel:
That's right! Look, let me
state one thing for the
record here...
Trucy:
Wh-What...?
Brushel:
I'm sure you're going to
want to know about my
source.
Brushel:
What tipped me off to Drew?
Why do the interview in the
first place?
Trucy:
Well... yes.
Brushel:
Look, it's like...
Oh! I've got it!
Brushel:
Say there's this burger
joint with fabulous ketchup.
Brushel:
You think the burger guy's
going to tell me where he
got it?
Trucy:
...At the supermarket, maybe?
Brushel:
Exactly! See? That's what
I'm talking about.
Apollo:
(I think I may have actually
understood that one.)
Brushel:
Well, there's nothing I can
talk about really.
Brushel:
"Walls Have Ears, Eyes --
Especially Glass Walls With
Speakers", end quote.
Apollo:
Right. Guess we'll leave then.
Brushel:
Ah, but since you're here...
Brushel:
...might as well tell you a
tidbit of news I saw. Just
for the heck of it.
Trucy:
Sure, tell us!
...Just for the heck of it.
Brushel:
I remember it like it was
yesterday...
Brushel:
...I'd seen a movie on a trip,
and wandered into this burger
place with amazing ketchup...
Brushel:
...when an article in a
tabloid caught my eye.
Brushel:
"Famous Oil Painting Stolen
From Art Dealer's Gallery",
end quote, I believe it was.
Apollo:
An oil painting...?
Brushel:
Happens every day, right?
Brushel:
But, I thought I'd seen that
painting somewhere before.
Brushel:
...A painting of a giant
peach floating down a river.
Apollo:
(Someone stole an oil
painting... of a giant peach.)
Brushel:
"Journalist Can Smell Scoop
Better Than Burgers", end
quote.
=Move -> Drew Studio=
---
October 7
Drew Studio
---
Ema:
Well, how'd it go?
Find anything out?
Apollo:
Actually, there was one thing
I wanted to check with you.
Ema:
Wh-What's with that scary
face you're making?
Apollo:
(And what's with the "I know
something but I'm not telling"
face you've got going, Ema?)
=Present Hidden Painting=
Apollo:
This painting... came from
behind that dresser.
Ema:
Ah, yes. So?
Apollo:
...It was stolen, no?
Ema:
......
I was hoping you wouldn't
figure that out.
Apollo:
us a bit about this?
Ema:
...I suppose.
Ema:
It's what you think.
Ema:
Drew Misham... was a
forger.
Trucy:
A forger...?
=Talk -> Forger=
Trucy:
So, what exactly is a
"forger"?
Ema:
Well, basically, it's someone
who makes "forgeries".
Ema:
Fakes, in other words.
Trucy:
Fakes...?
Ema:
Copies of an original.
Ema:
Exact copies, so precise, you
can't tell them apart.
Trucy:
Well, why not just photocopy
them?
Ema:
The big problem with
forgeries...
Ema:
...is that people try to sell
them as the real article.
Ema:
It's a crime, of course.
Trucy:
So, Drew Misham was...?
Ema:
A criminal? I'm afraid so.
Ema:
He received money to create
elaborate forgeries.
Ema:
...To supplement his work
in illustration, I guess.
Apollo:
I see.
Ema:
Actually...
Ema:
...that's why I brought this
here in the first place.
Apollo:
What do you mean?
Ema:
When you're trying to
determine if a painting
is a forgery...
Ema:
...the rough sketch underneath
can be a valuable clue.
Trucy:
So the rough sketch is like
practice for the real thing!
Trucy:
Like doing a magic trick in
front of a mirror before you
go on stage!
Ema:
...But not in the case of a
forgery. Not necessarily,
anyway.
Ema:
You know what the finished
product is going to look like,
after all.
Trucy:
Oh, yeah. I guess you would.
Ema:
That's why I brought this.
Ema:
I'm going to use it to see
what's under the paint of the
finished pieces.
Apollo:
(I get it now...)
Ema:
Not that I really needed to
go to such lengths.
Ema:
Seeing as how one of
the paintings was only
half-finished anyway.
Trucy:
...Still, it'd be neat to see
Mr. Misham's rough sketches.
Trucy:
Kind of like what he was
drawing when he thought
no one was looking.
Apollo:
(True... That would be
interesting. And maybe
valuable for our case.)
Trucy:
You should try buttering
her up, Apollo!
Trucy:
Flattery will get you
everywhere, they say!
Apollo:
(...Hmm, maybe I should ask
Ema to help us out.)
----------------------------
Landscape
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Drew Studio.
Only half finished, the rough
sketch is still visible.
=Check -> Rough Corner=
Trucy:
This rough sketch is only
half-hidden by the oil
painting.
Apollo:
I'll never understand
artists.
Trucy:
Still, it's impressive.
Trucy:
I wouldn't think you could
hide such a dark sketch
under a little paint.
Apollo:
Well, it is called "oil
paint" for a reason.
Apollo:
I'll bet it's pretty oily.
The paint I mean.
Trucy:
I'm still waiting for you to
get to your point.
----------------------------
=Present Hidden Painting (again)=
Apollo:
Ema... about this painting
from behind the dresser there.
Ema:
...Ah, yes.
Ema:
It's what you think.
Ema:
Drew Misham... was a
forger.
Trucy:
A forger...?
=Present Portrait, Acrylic, or Landscape=
Apollo:
Um, I kind of wanted to see
the rough sketch under this
painting.
Apollo:
And I was wondering if your
"tool" there might do the
trick?
Ema:
Oh, fine. Fine! Just this
time, though.
Trucy:
Let's check it out!
Ema:
one out.
Apollo:
What... What the heck?
Trucy:
Wow, he really blows! The
finished painting isn't
anything like the rough!
Ema:
Devices like mine didn't
exist until recently.
Ema:
He probably thought he could
draw any sort of thing he
wanted to for the rough.
Trucy:
What do you mean?
Ema:
Well, in the past, you could
only analyze the composition
of a rough sketch.
Trucy:
Composition?
Ema:
In other words, the traces of
charcoal between paint and
canvas.
Ema:
So you could tell if there had
been a rough sketch...
Ema:
...but not what it looked
like.
Apollo:
Ah, I think I follow you.
Apollo:
So, in essence, it wouldn't
matter what was underneath the
finished painting.
Ema:
Some pros would actually paint
out a rough sketch entirely.
Ema:
Then do a completely new
painting on top of that.
Trucy:
So Mr. Misham was drawing
whatever he wanted before
painting over them...?
Ema:
Possibly. Is there a problem
with that?
Apolo:
(Not particularly... But
something about the sketch
itself is kind of... odd.)
Trucy:
You're awfully silent all of
a sudden, Apollo.
Apollo:
You think we could check out
one of the other paintings!?
Ema:
Well, sure. You like this
detection stuff, don't you?
Ema:
one out.
Apollo:
This one, too!
Trucy:
What's wrong, Apollo? You look
so serious all of a sudden!
Apollo:
Um, you think I could just
look at the last of these?
Ema:
Fine by me. Knock yourself
out.
Ema:
one out.
Apollo:
Wh-Wh...
What the heck is all this!?
Ema:
...I hesitate to ask why
you're getting so excited.
Trucy:
You sure your device isn't
leaking some kind of strange
radiation?
Apollo:
Trucy! Look at these
three sketches!
Apollo:
...Do you notice anything?
Trucy:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Th-Th-They're...!!
Ema:
Now you're both white as
sheets! What's going on!?
Apollo:
These sketches... are of
the three cases I worked on!
Ema:
What...?
Apollo:
The murder in the poker room
at the Borscht Bowl Club!
Apollo:
The dead man pulling the
noodle stand!
Apollo:
And then...
Apollo:
...the events that transpired
during the Gavinners concert!
Ema:
...What could it mean?
Ema:
How could he have painted
those things... and why!?
Apollo:
Ema:
Wait!
Is Drew Misham...
Ema:
...your father?
Apollo:
Give me a break! Does that
seem even REMOTELY possible
to you!?
Apollo:
(I'd never even heard of any
Drew Misham before.)
Apollo:
(I hadn't even seen a picture
of him.)
Apollo:
(But there were my cases,
drawn on his canvas!)
Apollo:
(...Every single one of them.)
Apollo:
(It couldn't have been a
coincidence.)
Apollo:
(Just who was this Drew
Misham... and what did he
have to do with me?)
To be continued.
============================
Episode 4
============================
---
October 8, 9:48 AM
District Court
---
Apollo:
Good morning!
Vera:
......
Trucy:
So! You're... Vera, right?
Trucy:
I'm Trucy! Trucy Wright!
That's "Wright" with a "W"!
Uh, but not "write", right?
Vera:
......
Trucy:
Um! We're... on your side!
Trucy:
You can tell us anything!
...Please?
Vera:
......
Vera:
...Good morning...
Apollo:
...!
(She... She speaks!)
Trucy:
Hmm, not bad, not bad.
Trucy:
But I think you'd do better
with a little smile, you know?
Trucy:
You're so pretty! You need to
sell yourself, you know?
Apollo:
Trucy! Let's... take it easy
for starters.
Vera:
......
Vera: [happy face]

...Thank you for taking my
case...
Trucy:
...!
Apollo:
(Okaaaaay... Well, that's
a start, I guess.)
Vera:
......
Apollo:
(There she goes with the
nail polish again...)
Trucy:
That's great, really! It's
so cultured!
Vera:
............
Vera: [happy face]

...Want to try...?
Trucy:
Oooooh! Really!?
Apollo:
*sigh*
Girls...
Apollo:
(The victim, Drew Misham, was
a forger.)
Apollo:
(And a stolen painting was
found in his studio.)
Apollo:
(A life of crime, really...)
Apollo:
(...And maybe one that led
to his death.)
---
October 8, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 3
---
Judge:
Well, we will now... er...
*cough*
Judge:
Begin the, er, trial of...
Judge:
Vuh... Vuh... Vuh...
Vera Misham!
Trucy:
...Is the judge OK?
Trucy:
His voice is all raspy, and
he's looking around all
nervous-like.
Judge:
Erm... ahem.
Judge:
The repercussions of today's
trial will, most likely, be
felt for a long time.
Judge:
...And may, indeed, alter our
legal system forever.
Klavier:
Today is a test of the
Jurist System...
Klavier:
...and the first step toward
a new order in our courts.
----------------------------
Klavier Gavin
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Star prosecutor and
rock group, The Gavinners.
----------------------------
Trucy:
Daddy's secret mission!
Klavier:
The jurists will function like
a jury.
Klavier:
It is hoped their inclusion
will help the courts to better
reflect the people's will.
Apollo:
Why... aren't there any
jurists in the courtroom?
Klavier:
Three closed-circuit cameras
watch this courtroom at all
times.
Klavier:
The jurists have access to
everything that transpires.
Klavier:
Jurists! Judge well, and
judge cool.
Judge:
N-Now see here, Prosecutor
Gavin!
Judge:
I-I was going to say that!
Klavier:
Ah, my apologies, Herr Judge.
Judge:
Ahem. Jurists! Today, er...
Judge:
Judge today's trial "coolly",
if you would be so kind!
Apollo:
(The jurists are unbound by
the letter of the law.)
Apollo:
(They don't affect the trial
with evidence... but by their
"feelings".)
Apollo:
(And we're about to find out
just what effect they're
going to have.)
Judge:
The details of the case,
if you would.
Klavier:
The victim is the painter
Drew Misham. He was killed
in his own studio.
Klavier:
His coffee... was poisoned.
By whom, you ask?
Klavier:
By none other than the
defendant, Vera Misham.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
There wasn't any poison
in the coffee!
Klavier:
Achtung... Someone has been
doing their homework!
Klavier:
Indeed. Poison was not present
in the coffee... but on the
mug itself.
Judge:
The mug...? Ah, residue was
found on the rim, I see.
Klavier:
The autopsy report describes
the manner of our victim's
death.
Judge:
The court accepts this as
evidence.
** Misham's Autopsy Report added

----------------------------
Misham's Autopsy Report
Type: Reports
Death by atroquinine
poisoning. Estimated time
of death: 9:00-9:30 PM.
=Check=
-Victim's Name
Drew Misham (Age: 52) Male
-Time of Death
October 6
Between 9:00 and 9:30 AM
-Cause of Death
Atroquinine poisoning
----------------------------
Judge:
According to this report...
Judge:
...the victim's death was
caused by "atroquinine"
poisoning.
Klavier:
A chemical compound that does
not occur naturally. Lethal
dosage is a mere 0.002mg.
Klavier:
A touch of atroquinine in
the body...
Klavier:
...is the touch of the
Reaper's scythe.
Judge:
You may present your witness.
Klavier:
I have for you today a simple
man, for a simple case.
Klavier:
...A man who witnessed the
murder in its entirety.
Apollo:
(That journalist, no doubt...)
Klavier:
The witness will state his
name and occupation.
Brushel:
Ah! Right!
Brushel:
Well, for starters, my name's
Spark Brushel! My job is...
a lone observer of the world!
Apollo:
In other words, a freelance
journalist, right?
Brushel:
Ahem! If you don't mind,
I'd like to state something
here for the record.
Judge:
Yes, Mr. Brushel?
Brushel:
I dislike conclusions,
specifically, the jumping
to aspect of conclusions.
Brushel:
"Preconceptions Make Park
Sandbox of Endless Desert
Waste..." end quote.
Apollo:
But, you are a journalist.
Apollo:
You said so yourself
yesterday.
Brushel:
...Well, that's true, yes.
Brushel:
But you must understand,
I stand before you today a
man with a dream!
Brushel:
I'm offering you my testimony
in exchange for exclusive
rights to the story!
Brushel:
"Scoop Turns Mr. Brushel Into
THAT Mr. Brushel!" end quote.
Judge:
...Let's hear your testimony
then, shall we?
Apollo:
(A "simple case", eh, Gavin?
For me, the jury... is
still out.)
-- The Journalist's Story --
Brushel:
I visited the studio around
9:00 that night to do the
interview.
Brushel:
The first outsider to enter
the atelier! "Journalistic
History Made", end quote!
Brushel:
His daughter brought us coffee
right after we started.
Brushel:
And you know what happened
next. "Star Falls!" end
quote.
Brushel:
No one else entered the room
besides her the whole time.
Judge:
Hmm... That does sound like a
simple case.
Judge:
Unless... you were the one who
poisoned him!
Brushel:
Wh-Wh-Wh-Whatareyousaying!?
Judge!
Judge:
Ahem. Need I remind you, the
cameras are rolling today.
Judge:
I felt the need to be a bit
dramatic.
Klavier:
You didn't do it, did you?
Brushel:
M-M-M-M-Medoathinglikethat!?
Come on! That's like...
Brushel:
"Newsmaker Making the News",
end quote.
Brushel:
Or even "Contemporary
Witch-Hunt", end quote!
Brushel:
I know! "Wild Accusations
Rock Courtroom", end quote.
Klavier:
Ah ha ha ha.
Rock, indeed.
Trucy:
Prosecutor Gavin sure looks
like he's having fun.
Apollo:
I'm so happy for him.
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice, your
cross-examination, please.
-- The Journalist's Story --
Brushel:
I visited the studio around
9:00 that night to do the
interview.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
9:00 at night? Isn't that a
little late for an interview?
Brushel:
If the great painter Drew
Misham says, "come at 9:00"...
Brushel:
...believe you me, I go
at 9:00!
Brushel:
The first, and as it turned
out, last interview with
such a prolific painter!
Apollo:
Right. Can you tell us what
it was like when you arrived?
Brushel:
The first outsider to enter
the atelier! "Journalistic
History Made", end quote!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You were the first reporter
ever in "Drew Studio"?
Brushel:
Posterity will look back on
that night as a turning point
in journalistic history!
Brushel:
"A Basically Insignificant
Step For All Mankind..."
Brushel:
"But A Giant Step For That
Brushel Guy", end quote.
Klavier:
If no one on the outside ever
had access to the studio...
Klavier:
...then it would serve to
reason that the deed was done
by an "insider".
Apollo:
(...By which he means Vera
did it.)
Klavier:
So, how did this epoch-making
interview go?
Brushel:
His daughter brought us coffee
right after we started.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
...Would you mind being a
little more specific?
Brushel:
Oooh wee, let me tell you,
I enjoy a cuppa.
Brushel:
In fact, it all began when
I was in third grade, no wait,
fourth grade--
Apollo:
That's not what I meant!
Klavier:
I believe I know what Herr
Forehead is driving at.
Klavier:
This coffee the victim was
served...
Klavier:
Did anyone other than the
victim touch it?
Apollo:
R-Right! That!
(That's what I was going to
say, really.)
Brushel:
Well, now, if you've got a
question to ask, you'd best
straight up ask it!
Brushel:
That's what I tell all the
new recruits. Several times,
if necessary.
Brushel:
"Write for a grade schooler",
that's my motto.
Brushel:
Which isn't to say I can only
write grade school-level
stuff, mind you--
Apollo:
...Who touched the coffee!?
Brushel:
Dunno.
Brushel:
I was in the back, looking at
the studio's equipment when
she served it.
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
...And what happened next?
Brushel:
And you know what happened
next. "Star Falls!" end
quote.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
What's this about a star
falling?
Trucy:
"Star Falls!" huh... It's
like an old telegram!
Trucy:
"Send Money, Over".
Brushel:
Zowie! You don't know? That's
like a journalism code word.
Brushel:
An important personage passes
away... a star falls. Get it?
Trucy:
But there's no gravity in
space, is there?
Trucy:
I wouldn't think stars could
fall, really.
Apollo:
...Does this matter?
Brushel:
Hoo boy! This is good stuff,
good stuff!
Brushel:
How about "Star Breaks"...
Nah... lacks punch.
Brushel:
I know, I know! "Star Dies".
Nah... lacks imagination.
Brushel:
Of course, you could go with
"Drew Dies". Straight, to the
point. I like it.
Apollo:
(I think we need to hear about
something a little more
substantial...)
[ The moment of death ]
Apollo:
Um, about when Mr. Misham
passed away...
Brushel:
Hoo boy, what a scene that
was!
Brushel:
He puts his coffee mug down
with a crash, right?
Judge:
Hmm... Yes, and then?
Brushel:
Then the cold finger of Death
touches his spine! Life's
flame sputters and fails!
Brushel:
So cold was that touch, he
could do naught but tremble
uncontrollably!
Brushel:
...Actually "life's flame"
is a little tired.
Brushel:
"Life's river froze over"...
Yes! That's a go.
Trucy:
...I think he's starting his
article already.
Apollo:
Could you describe that a
little more simply?
Brushel:
Well, as you can imagine,
I was pretty surprised.
Brushel:
He hit the floor, as they say.
"Artist's Seizure Is Final
Performance", end quote.
Klavier:
Atroquinine paralyzes the
central nervous system.
Klavier:
The body arches back like a
bow, the limbs tremble, the
throat burns--
Judge:
Th-That's quite enough of
that!
Judge:
Some of us want to be able
to sleep tonight.
Brushel:
Oh yeah? Well I want details,
lots of juicy details!
Klavier:
For that you can listen to
our last year's hit single.
Klavier:
"Atroquinine, My Love", by
the Gavinners. Available at
all major music outlets.
Judge:
The point here is that the
victim died of atroquinine
poisoning.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? How did
you find that testimony?
[ Not important ]
Apollo:
(You'd think the moment of
Mr. Misham's death would be
important...)
Apollo:
(...But Mr. Brushel's story
really didn't tell us anything
we didn't already know.)
Judge:
with the testimony.
[ Very important ]
Apollo:
Well, as an account of the
moment of the victim's death,
I'd say it's very important.
Apollo:
...Please add it to the
testimony.
Judge:
Very well. The court requests
the witness add this account
to his testimony.
[ Brushel's coffee ]
Apollo:
So, you drank the coffee
that Vera served you, too?
Brushel:
Course. "When someone serves
you coffee, you drink it"...
Brushel:
That's what my old boss always
used to say. Never did get
what he meant by it, though.
Apollo:
But you're still alive, which
is to say, you didn't die.
Brushel:
Of course not!
Brushel:
"No Point Falling Before
You're A Star", end quote.
Apollo:
...That's not exactly what
I was getting at.
Klavier:
What were you getting at,
then?
Klavier:
You know the poison was on the
rim, not in the coffee.
Brushel:
Oh yes, yes!
Brushel:
There were two cups on the
tray she brought.
Brushel:
And one of the cups had Drew's
signature painted on the side.
Apollo:
(Hmm. No chance the guest
would take that one by
mistake, I guess.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Was that
testimony important?
[ Not important ]
Apollo:
(So Brushel drank the coffee,
too...)
Apollo:
(Doesn't look like this is
going to lead to much...)
Judge:
with the testimony.
[ Very important ]
Apollo:
We're talking about the
coffee the witness drank.
Apollo:
I'd say that is important!
Judge:
Very well, please add that to
your testimony, Mr. Brushel.
[ The "star's" coffee ]
Apollo:
You say Mr. Misham had the
coffee, too.
Apollo:
But did you actually see
him "drink" the coffee?
Brushel:
Course!
Brushel:
"He Who Sees It Wins, But He
Who Says It Wins Bigger",
end quote.
Brushel:
I live in a man-sees-dog-eat-
dog-and-writes-about-it world.
Yet...
Apollo:
"Yet"?
Brushel:
I guess I can't say I "saw"
him drink it, really.
Brushel:
He had one so-called "sip",
if that.
Brushel:
"Man Puts Lips To mug, [sic]
Drinks?" end quote.
Judge:
Hmm. That poison is quite
virulent, I hear.
Brushel:
My stomach did a so-called
"somersault".
Brushel:
Since I'd gulped down that
coffee without so much as
a second glance at it.
Brushel:
Wait, maybe something's there!
Some kind of so-called
"trick"!
Brushel:
Anyone want to venture a
guess? For the record?
Apollo:
(Does this guy have a pause
button?)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Did you
find that testimony valuable?
[ Not important ]
Apollo:
(The coffee Mr. Misham
drank...)
Apollo:
(That has to be important
somehow...)
Apollo:
(...Nah.)
Judge:
with the testimony.
[ Very important ]
Apollo:
The victim drank his coffee,
then immediately fell over?
Brushel:
Oh yes, yes. You can go to
press with that one.
Apollo:
Your Honor! This is a vital
piece of information!
Apollo:
Please add it to the
testimony.
Judge:
add this to his testimony.
Brushel:
Vital! Right!
Brushel:
Those spasms... That was
definitely death by poison.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You say it was "definitely
death by poison"... How can
you be so sure?
Brushel:
Hey, look, I'm a journalist.
I've seen a lot of things.
Brushel:
And I've had more than my
share of experiences with
so-called "poisonings".
Brushel:
"Man Eats Fishy Fish, Goes
Bye-Bye"... end quote.
Apollo:
(Food poisoning doesn't
count.)
Apollo:
(Hmm. Should I get him to
talk about something else?)
[ No need ]
Apollo:
(Let's just go with what
we have for now.)
[ Brushel's coffee ]
Same as before
Same as before
Brushel:
I drank the coffee, too, but
I'm not dead yet!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You're sure you drank the
coffee?
Brushel:
Oh yes, yes, quite. I gulped
it down, felt that sweet
scorch in my throat!
Apollo:
But you say the victim took
one sip and fell over.
Apollo:
...And you still kept
drinking?
Brushel:
Course! "Drink your coffee
when it's hot, never when it's
not".
Brushel:
That's what my old boss used
to always say. Never really
knew what he meant by it.
Apollo:
[ No need ]
Apollo:
(Let's just go with what
we have for now.)
Same as before
Same as before
Brushel:
He had one sip, if that.
The next moment, he was on
the floor!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So he either took a sip, or
he didn't, and then fell over?
Brushel:
Oh yes! Indubitably! Just
like that! Wham bam!
Apollo:
(So Mr. Misham drank the
coffee, and fell over
immediately...)
Apollo:
(Hmm. I think Brushel's
telling the truth, too.)
Apollo:
[ No need ]
Apollo:
(There's no real need to
change the testimony.)
Apollo:
(The problem with the
testimony is already
pretty obvious!)

Brushel:
No one else entered the room
besides her the whole time.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Can you say that for sure?
Brushel:
For sure? Sure! I'm sure.
Brushel:
Drew Studio isn't a big
place, kiddo.
Brushel:
I'd know it if someone else
had come in!
Apollo:
What if they had been hiding
in there from before!?
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Even if someone had been
hiding in the studio...
Klavier:
...they hardly could have
poisoned that mug without
anyone noticing.
Brushel:
You think I, Spark Brushel,
would miss something as
obvious as that? Nooooo way.
Trucy:
He sure makes it sound
exciting. I guess that's
his job.
Apollo:
There's only one moment we
need to focus on, really.
Trucy:
...The moment when Drew
Misham died?
Apollo:
Exactly. There has to be
something there!
((Present Coffee Mug))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
You know what I have a problem
with? A particular property of
the poison used, atroquinine.
Judge:
Oh? Prosecutor Gavin was quite
clear about the poison.
Judge:
A lethal dosage of 0.002mg
paralyzes the central nervous
system.
Judge:
If you drank that, even you,
Mr. Justice, would be reduced
to a quivering pile...
Apollo:
(Why are you using me as an
example!?)
Apollo:
Unfortunately, we weren't
told everything.
Apollo:
There was a vital omission
in Prosecutor Gavin's
information!
Klavier:
......
Judge:
An omission?
Apollo:
Atroquinine is as virulent
as he says.
Apollo:
But death doesn't come upon
ingestion, not immediately.
Apollo:
That's because atroquinine
is slow-acting!
Judge:
Slow-acting!
Brushel:
Whatwhatwhatwhat!?
Apollo:
According to one forensic
scientist...
Ema:
It's one of the most virulent
poisons, but is absorbed into
the body astonishingly slowly.
Ema:
It takes at least 15 minutes
from the time of ingestion for
adverse effects to show.
Apollo:
If we suppose that the moment
Mr. Misham sipped the coffee
was when he sealed his fate...
Apollo:
...then he would still have
had time left to enjoy his
last cup of joe!
Judge:
Order! Order!!!
What's the meaning of this!?
Judge:
If what the defense says
is correct...
Judge:
...why, that contradicts the
entire testimony we've just
heard!
Apollo:
Well, Mr. Brushel? Anything
to say... on the record!?
Brushel:
Slow-acting. S-L-O-W A-C-T...
It was virulent, alright.
Brushel:
Even then, it had already
begun digging its claws into
the journalist.
Trucy:
...He's working on his scoop.
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...It's "Brushel", ja?
Klavier:
Herr Brushel... let's take a
trip back down memory lane.
Brushel:
Huh?
Klavier:
Did the victim really die the
instant he took a sip?
Klavier:
Think it over. This is vital.
Brushel:
You know what I think?
Brushel:
I think that was...
Brushel:
"A Not-So-Subliminal
Suggestion"... end quote.
Klavier:
I admit, it does cause a
problem if he died when you
say he died.
Klavier:
...I would be forced to say
auf Wiedersehen to my simple
case.
Klavier:
And you would be forced to
say farewell to your article.
Brushel:
Come again?
Klavier:
You can't write a story
based on conjecture, can you?
Klavier:
And as the case drags on,
other reporters will pick
up the scent.
Klavier:
...And you'll be forced to
kiss your exclusive scoop
goodbye.
Brushel:
Scoop... Scoop...
.................!
Brushel:
Look, wait. Just wait
a second. Just one second.
Judge:
We're waiting, we're waiting!
Out with it!
Brushel:
I think I just recalled
a so-called "important
detail"!
Brushel:
"A Revival of Recollection",
end quote! "A Story's
Survival", end quote!
Apollo:
"Attorney Utterly Confused",
end quote.
Brushel:
Actually, I did notice
something when I visited
the studio.
Brushel:
I'd heard of poison that
"takes its sweet time", see!
Klavier:
...But not what I've been
saying for the last few
minutes, apparently.
Judge:
Mr. Brushel! Are you saying
you noticed something that
explains what happened!?
Brushel:
You bet I am!
Brushel:
The "Antidote For A Poisonous
Contradiction", end quote,
you might say!
Apollo:
Or "I Still Have No Idea
What You're Talking About",
end quote, I might say.
Brushel:
I figured it out, but only
after an in-depth interview!
Brushel:
See, thanks to my journalism
skills, I know who poisoned
that coffee!
Judge:
Klavier:
As far as I can tell, the
witness is standing by his
testimony.
Klavier:
...That Mr. Misham died the
instant after he drank.
Brushel:
Of course I'm standing by
my testimony!
Brushel:
...And my dream of exclusive
rights to this story!
Klavier:
...Ach.
I suppose it was too much
to hope for.
Apollo:
What was?
Klavier:
Of course he wouldn't choose
a simple case, not him.
Judge:
"Him"...?
Klavier:
Phoenix Wright, who else?
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
Achtung, Herr Brushel!
Report for us, if you would.
Klavier:
What is it that you noticed?
Brushel:
......
Judge:
This court is a critical trial
of the Jurist System.
Judge:
I'm afraid no room for doubt
is permissible.
Judge:
about what you noticed!
-- What Brushel Noticed --
Brushel:
When I arrived at the studio,
Mr. Misham was at his desk.
Brushel:
He seemed to be writing a
letter... but he quickly
sealed the envelope.
Brushel:
I thought nothing of it
at the time, of course.
Brushel:
Now that I think about it,
what if he was writing a
suicide note!?
Judge:
Hmm... A suicide note?
Brushel:
Yes... he had this look on
his face.
Brushel:
"Man's Face Inscrutable As
A Quadratic Equation", end
quote.
Trucy:
Suicide? Poor Mr. Misham...
Trucy:
But that means Vera's
innocent!
Apollo:
Would someone commit suicide
in the middle of an interview?
Trucy:
Oh.
Judge:
Very well, you may begin your
cross-examination.
-- What Brushel Noticed --
Brushel:
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Was there anyone at the studio
other than Mr. Misham?
Brushel:
Well, his daughter Vera,
of course.
Apollo:
Was anyone besides Mr. Misham
and Vera present?
Brushel:
Not a single one. Not a cat,
not a rat, not even a mouse.
Apollo:
The only person who didn't
belong to that studio there...
Apollo:
...was you, wasn't it,
Mr. Brushel?
Brushel:
Ah. Ah! I know what you're
doing! I know your game!
Brushel:
"Attorney Uses Classic
Ramsden Phenomenon Ploy",
end quote.
Klavier:
If you intend to suggest that
this reporter is a suspect...
Klavier:
...I'm sure you also intend to
present evidence supporting
that assertion, correct?
Klavier:
In the meantime, let's move
along, shall we?
Brushel:
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So he put the letter away
when he saw you?
Brushel:
"Early Reporter Gets Worm",
end quote.
Brushel:
...That's my secret!
Apollo:
I'm not sure I follow.
Brushel:
It's the night of the
interview. I arrive 15
minutes ahead of schedule!
Brushel:
The handle turns, the door
opens, and I barge in!
Apollo:
Are you sure that's OK
to do? I mean, isn't that
unlawful entry, really?
Brushel:
Mr. Misham sure seemed to
think so! You shoulda seen
him!
Brushel:
He crammed his letter into
that yellow envelope as fast
as he could.
Brushel:
I know a secret when I spot
one, and that was one!
Judge:
It does seem significant.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
(I wonder...)
Apollo:
(It does have the ring of
something important...)
[ No need ]
Apollo:
(I can't see what, though.
Nothing seemed unusual.)
Apollo:
...It won't be necessary to
add this to the testimony,
Your Honor.
Judge:
with your testimony!
Brushel:
You got it!
[ Add to testimony ]
Apollo:
The defense finds this
testimony vital, Your Honor!
Judge:
Very well, please add it to
the testimony then.
Brushel:
Hey, why not? My "account"
comes free of charge!
Brushel:
It was a yellow envelope.
...I heard it was left at
the crime scene.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
And you saw him seal this
yellow envelope with the
letter?
Brushel:
Hey, don't look at me like
that! I saw what I saw.
Trucy:
Apollo! You think this might
be...
Apollo:
...Our big break. Yeah.
Apollo:
(What I need is to show some
decisive evidence now...)
Brushel:
I thought nothing of it
at the time, of course.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You didn't think anything
might be wrong at the time?
Brushel:
Hey, when I go in for an
interview, that's what I'm
there to do.
Brushel:
"Interviewer Finds Looking
More Effective Than Caring",
end quote.
Apollo:
So what about now?
Apollo:
Thinking back on it, did you
sense anything strange in
Mr. Misham's behavior?
Brushel:
Well, yeah, that's why I'm
telling you all this to begin
with!
Judge:
Very well, continue with your
testimony.
Brushel:
Now that I think about it,
what if he was writing a
suicide note!?
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
A "suicide note"...?
Brushel:
Well, yeah, don't quote me
or anything.
Brushel:
I'm just saying it's a
possibility, you know?
Apollo:
So you didn't actually check
the letter.
Brushel:
Of course not! It was sealed!
Brushel:
"Contents Of Can Unknown
Until Can Is Opened",
end quote.
Apollo:
...You can always check
the label.
Trucy:
Do you think Mr. Misham was
writing a suicide note?
Apollo:
If he was, that would solve
the case in a jiffy.
Trucy:
It kind of makes me wonder
about that letter...
((Present Red Envelope))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
As it just so happens, there
was a single letter in a desk
drawer at the scene.
Apollo:
In a red envelope!
Brushel:
Apollo:
...Prosecutor Gavin!
Klavier:
...Yes?
Apollo:
Was a yellow envelope found
at the scene of the crime?
Klavier:
...Unfortunately no.
But, Herr Forehead...
Klavier:
...it's easy to mistake the
color of an envelope.
Apollo:
I guess. But not this
envelope.
Apollo:
You see, it was postmarked
already. Seven years ago.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Brushel?
Brushel:
...I can explain that.
Brushel:
Drew, right, he wanted to
get that letter in an
envelope, pronto!
Brushel:
Get it out of sight of my
beady eyes, right?
Brushel:
So he grabbed the nearest
envelope and crammed away!
Apollo:
(And what about the whole
red and yellow envelope
contradiction, chump!?)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice? Have
you anything to say to the
witness's claim?
Apollo:
"That night, the victim put a
letter he had been writing
in a red envelope"...
[ It's possible ]
Apollo:
It's entirely possible!
Trucy:
But Apollo!
Trucy:
We checked the contents of
that envelope yesterday,
didn't we?
Apollo:
Oh...
You're right!
Apollo:
(Gah! The answer was clear if
I'd only given it a little
thought...)
[ It's impossible ]
Apollo:
That's impossible.
Klavier:
Ah, I like your expression.
So full of confidence.
Apollo:
It's simple, really.
Apollo:
...As it just so happens, the
defense team investigated the
contents of this envelope!
Apollo:
With, erm, the assistance of
a forensic scientist.
Klavier:
What...?
Apollo:
Note that this letter is
addressed to "Drew Misham".
Brushel:
Oh?
Apollo:
Why would he address a
letter to himself?
Apollo:
Let alone send a suicide note
to himself!
Brushel:
......
I... I've been scooped!
Judge:
Judge:
Mr. Brushel! Can you explain
this to the court?
Brushel:
Oh, my, my, my. How could
I have forgotten?
Brushel:
I suppose this happens to
the best of us! "Reporter Gets
Old, Forgets Lots", end quote.
Judge:
I'm still waiting for an
explanation, Mr. Brushel!
Brushel:
Well, that's the thing, see.
After he put his letter in
that envelope...
Brushel:
...Mr. Misham sat there
searching his desk drawer for
something!
Apollo:
His desk drawer...?
Brushel:
Yes! A stamp! A so-called
"Postage Stamp", end quote!
Judge:
A stamp? Whatever for?
Brushel:
Well, to mail his letter,
what else?
Brushel:
And then, why yes, I think I
saw him put it in his letter
box.
Brushel:
Yes, it was a yellow envelope,
and he put it in that box!
Judge:
Well, apparently, this
yellow letter has nothing
to do with this case
Brushel:
Oh, how I wish it did!
Brushel:
Just think if that were a
suicide note... What a story!
Brushel:
"Star Writes Suicide Note
In Front Of Reporter, Falls",
end quote.
Judge:
Ahem. As I was saying, that
has nothing to do with this
case!
Judge:
That said.
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
It makes me wonder about the
contents of that red envelope.
Judge:
$100,000 is quite a good
deal of money!
Klavier:
So this was from seven years
ago, ja...?
Brushel:
...!
Brushel:
So, am I finished? Here,
I mean. Am I finished here?
Brushel:
I was thinking of, you know,
going home, to start
writing...
Apollo:
...Um, I hate to state what
should be pretty obvious to
anyone...
Apollo:
...but when you catch the
scent of a story...
Apollo:
...you make that... er, rather
unique face.
Brushel:
Ack! C-C'mon!
Brushel:
"Attorney Has Active
Imagination, Little Else",
end quote.
Judge:
Even I noticed something, and
my eyes aren't what they used
to be.
Judge:
You know, I'm starting to
understand what all this
"perceiving" stuff is about!
Apollo:
("Judge Has Active
Imagination"... end quote.)
Judge:
Please, continue with your
testimony.
Judge:
Tell us about the scent
of a story!
Brushel:
Hey... I'm the one asking
the questions here. Usually.
-- The Scent Of A Story --
Brushel:
Actually, it took a bit of
work to get a thumbs-up
on the interview.
Brushel:
"Reporter Leverages Story,
Gets His Interview", end
quote.
Brushel:
The story concerned a certain
case from seven years ago.
Brushel:
That red envelope probably had
something to do with it.
Brushel:
Say what you will, but Drew's
talent was without compare.
Judge:
So you threatened to go to
press with this "story"?
Judge:
That's how you got your
interview? Blackmail?
Brushel:
Well, yes.
...
I mean no! No, no, no, no!
Brushel:
It wasn't exactly black...
I mean, I'm not... urk!
Judge:
...Something wrong,
Mr. Brushel?
Brushel:
L-Look!
Brushel:
This is my story! My tidbit!
"Journalist's Into Is
Livelihood", end quote.
Judge:
...I see.
Brushel:
While you have me chatting
away in here, what's going
on out there?
Brushel:
What if some Wally Wordsworth
or Sally Scooper gets wind
of my story?
Brushel:
They could be going to press
while I'm going to waste!
Judge:
The court feels your pain,
Mr. Brushel. Mr. Justice,
let's pick up the pace.
Apollo:
(A certain case, seven years
ago... Wait... "seven years
ago"?)
Trucy:
...?
-- The Scent of A Story --
Brushel:
Actually, it took a bit of
work to get a thumbs-up
on the interview.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
The victim, Drew Misham, had
an aversion to reporters?
Brushel:
Boy, I guess. Not even my
considerable charms did much
for him.
Brushel:
Until I finally got my
thumbs-up, that is.
Klavier:
Maybe you can elaborate on
that a bit for us?
Brushel:
"Reporter Leverages Story,
Gets His Interview", end
quote.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
...Exactly what sort of
story was this?
Brushel:
Oh a little one. Like I said.
Brushel:
"Nothing More, Nothing Less,
Nothing In-Between", end
quote.
Brushel:
I might have suggested I had
a lead on this particular
story.
Brushel:
But I didn't threaten, or
cajole, or nothing! Honest!
Apollo:
(So a suggestion was enough
to get an interview?)
Apollo:
(Mr. Misham must have really
wanted to keep it under
wraps...)
Brushel:
The story concerned a certain
case from seven years ago.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
A certain case, seven years
ago?
Apollo:
Tell us! What case!?
Brushel:
Let me state one thing,
Mr. Attorney, and you can
quote me on this!
Brushel:
I... can't talk about that
case!
Apollo:
Wh-Why not!?
Brushel:
It's about journalistic
pride, and staunchness, and
credibility, and connections!
Brushel:
"Journalist Reveals Sources
Only Over His Dead Body",
end quote.
Brushel:
So what'll it be? Gonna
strangle me? Dead men don't
tell tales, Mr. Attorney!
Apollo:
(He sounds pretty determined
not to talk.)
Trucy:
Hmm. Our chances of breaking
his will aren't looking good.
Brushel:
That red envelope probably had
something to do with it.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
On the one hand we have your
"story", and on the other,
this letter.
Apollo:
What makes you think the two
are related?
Brushel:
Oh! Ah, er, I was just saying
it's possible.
Brushel:
Call it "Reporter's
Intuition", end quote.
Brushel:
Hey, I say a lot of things.
You going to pick all of them
apart? Be my guest!
Apollo:
(All of them? No. Just the
incredibly suspicious ones.)
Judge:
...I see. Anything else to
add about Mr. Misham?
Brushel:
Say what you will, but Drew's
talent was without compare.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Just how amazing was
"Mr. Misham's talent"?
Brushel:
Huh?
Brushel:
Hoo wee, boy. I mean, hey!
He's a star, man, a star!
Brushel:
The flow of his brush is like
a great, undulating river
across the canvas!
Brushel:
"Artist's Paints Light Up
Studio Like Sun", end quote.
Apollo:
(This guy is full of wacky
gestures...)
Apollo:
(But that one just now was
wackier than usual.)
Trucy:
He looks kind of nervous to
me, Apollo.
Apollo:
Definitely. I'm sensing
something different than
before here...
Apollo:
(Maybe it's time to bring
out you-know-what...)
((Perceive Wrong))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
Mr. Brushel! You're hiding
something!
Brushel:
Yoooooooooooooooooooooowrk!
Brushel:
Dontyellallofasuddenlikethat!
You'll give a guy a heart
attack...
Apollo:
Ack! Sorry! It's just... the
way you were moving just now.
Apollo:
It was particularly
suspicious.
Brushel:
What's that supposed to mean!?
Brushel:
So usually I'm just sort of
"averagely" suspicious?
Apollo:
...Sorry. My mistake.
You're fine.
Apollo:
(I know I'm on to something
here. Time to focus!)
Trucy:
...That testimony left a bad
taste in my mouth.
Apollo:
It all makes sense. Nothing
jumps out as ridiculous.
Trucy:
I wonder what this "story"
he's talking about is?
Trucy:
It must have been good, to get
an interview with a famous
recluse like that.
Apollo:
(Something powerful enough to
drag Drew Misham out of
hiding.)
Apollo:
(I wonder...)
Apollo:
(Maybe it had something to do
with Mr. Misham's art?)
((Perceive Sweat))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
Sweat much, Mr. Brushel?
Brushel:
Urk! Eh, yeah, well...
Brushel:
...a man can't help his
glands, you know!
Apollo:
It's more than that. When
"Mr. Misham's talent" was
mentioned...
Apollo:
...you suddenly began to
sweat buckets.
Brushel:
...Ack!
Apollo:
You're hiding something...
about his talent!
Brushel:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!
Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-That's r-r-r-
ridiculous!
Apollo:
(Evidence time.)
Apollo:
(Let's show where Mr. Misham's
true "talent" lay!)
Apollo:
It just so happens I have
evidence showing the "talent"
mentioned in that letter!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Brushel:
Er, I can't help but wonder
what the court is supposed to
conclude from this evidence?
Apollo:
Oh...
Brushel:
Other than that you've made
a horrible mistake?
Brushel:
"Man Burns Bridge, Forgets
To Cross First", end quote.
Apollo:
(...Let's try that again. All
I have to do is reveal what
Mr. Misham really was.)
Apollo:
(That shouldn't be so hard,
right?)
((Present Hidden Painting))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This painting was found in
Mr. Misham's studio.
Brushel:
...!
Apollo:
There are two problems with
this painting.
Apollo:
The first is it wasn't painted
by Mr. Misham.
Apollo:
The second is that there was
another painting in the
studio...
Apollo:
...which looked exactly like
this one. Except it was only
half done!
Brushel:
......
Apollo:
Then we have a letter
discussing a payment of
$100,000.
Apollo:
Which suggests a certain
business operation.
Apollo:
The business of making
forgeries!
Brushel:
Aoooooooooooooogg!
Apollo:
...That is all, Your Honor.
Brushel:
Everyone! Please, everyone!
Brushel:
Can we keep this private?
Please!?
Brushel:
This is my story! My scoop!
Judge:
Forgery... that's a serious
crime!
Brushel:
Drew Misham is known as an
artist these days.
Brushel:
But there were rumors he
dabbled in another kind of
art until a few years back.
Judge:
"Another art" meaning...
forgery?
Brushel:
Drew Misham was talented,
alright. Talented at making
precise, detailed fakes.
Brushel:
A fact that certain criminal
elements were quick to
discover.
Apollo:
Criminal elements...?
Apollo:
What...!? You can't seriously
be talking about...
Brushel:
...Exactly.
I'm talking about forging
evidence!
Brushel:
The rumors started circulating
seven years ago.
Judge:
S-Seven years ago...?
Judge:
So, are we to understand that
this letter...
Judge:
...this payment of $100,000
was for...?
Brushel:
...Exactly.
Brushel:
"Forged Evidence Nets Tidy
Profit", end quote.
Judge:
Judge:
Why, it's like our victim
was living a double life!
Apollo:
(Ah ha! This is my chance!)
Apollo:
So the victim had ties to the
criminal world, right?
Apollo:
He could have had plenty of
enemies we know nothing about!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
This is my first time hearing
of this "criminal world".
Klavier:
We certainly found no criminal
connections when we conducted
our investigation.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
But how do you explain all
this money?
Apollo:
You have to admit there's
a possibility of some illegal
activity here!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...But there is no proof tying
this letter to our case.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
...Our case was, and remains,
simple from the beginning.
Klavier:
Only the defendant could have
poisoned that mug that night.
Klavier:
And, you, of course.
Brushel:
Hey, hey, hey, the only thing
I poison is my pen... when
I'm writing reviews!
Judge:
Mr. Brushel, your testimony
to this point has been quite
unreliable.
Judge:
...It doesn't speak well of
your reporting acumen.
Brushel:
What're you talking about!?
My journalism is rock solid!
Brushel:
"Journalism So Solid, You
Could Stand An Elephant On
It", end quote.
Judge:
In any case...
Judge:
Let's hear a summarized
recap of your testimony.
Judge:
If we can ascertain the
situation in that studio from
the recap, the trial is over.
Trucy:
Apollo!
What's he talking about?
Apollo:
The cross-examination showed
Mr. Brushel didn't have reason
or means to poison him.
Apollo:
As long as there're no other
suspects...
Apollo:
...then the killer had to be
Vera. That's what.
Apollo:
...This next testimony is our
last chance!
Judge:
Mr. Brushel, your testimony
please!
-- The Interview: A Recap --
Brushel:
The only other person in the
studio that night was the
defendant.
Brushel:
It was Vera who poured the
coffee. She's admitted as
much herself.
Brushel:
The only thing that touched
Drew's lips during the
interview was that mug.
Brushel:
And nothing left that studio
after he died. Nothing.
Brushel:
...Clearly, the only one who
could have poisoned him was
his daughter!
Klavier:
A nice testimony. Clear,
succinct... and without
room for doubt.
Brushel:
Aw... Shucks.
You really think so?
Judge:
I believe this clarifies the
situation that night.
Judge:
You may begin your final
cross-examination!
Apollo:
R-Right...
Apollo:
(...I still have one trump
card left to play.)
Apollo:
(and I won't let this trial
end until I use it!)
-- The Interview: A Recap --
Brushel:
The only other person in the
studio that night was the
defendant.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
But that doesn't prove
Vera poisoned it!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
How many times have we heard
that one, Herr Forehead?
Klavier:
The poison reached its victim
via that coffee mug.
Klavier:
And from where did that coffee
come, hmm?
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
Not to beat a dead horse
again, and again, but perhaps
you could fill us in?
Brushel:
I'm on it! You need a horse
beat? I'm your man!
Brushel:
It was Vera who poured the
coffee. She's admitted as
much herself.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
And you witnessed her pouring
the coffee?
Brushel:
Course I didn't witness it!
When she came in with that
tray...
Brushel:
...the coffee was already
poured and a-steamin'.
Klavier:
...Let us not forget the
defendant has admitted to
pouring the coffee herself.
Klavier:
I heard her statement:
"I poured, I served, and
I killed."
Apollo:
...Wha--!?
Klavier:
Ah ha ha ha ha.
That last part was just a
little joke.
Apollo:
(I don't think I'm going to
get anywhere with this coffee
mug.)
Apollo:
(I need to find another
weak spot in this case.)
Brushel:
The only thing that touched
Drew's lips during the
interview was that mug.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
...You're sure about that?
Brushel:
Well, to be really, really,
precise...
Brushel:
...I was busy gobbling mint
candies the whole time.
Apollo:
One of those candies might
have been poisoned!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Yet, at the time of the
autopsy, no fresh fragrance
of mint filled the room.
Klavier:
...And no "mint residue" was
found.
Apollo:
...!
(It was a long shot anyway.)
Klavier:
Don't tell me you're still
trying to prove this?
Klavier:
You think the victim ate,
drank, or otherwise ingested
something other than coffee?
Judge:
Hmm. Well, Mr. Justice? If
you have some proof...
Apollo:
(The possibility is there,
I can feel it. Just maybe
not prove it, not yet.)
Apollo:
(And possibility isn't going
to cut it, not now!)
Apollo:
Mr. Misham ingested that
poison via a route other
than that coffee!
[ Not yet ]
Apollo:
It... can't be proven.
Klavier:
...I do believe our little
Forehead is growing up.
Klavier:
Pity. We liked the rash,
youthful Forehead best.
((Before Testimony 4 Changes))
Apollo:
(*sigh* Another hole in this
case that needs plugging
before I can prove anything.)
Apollo:
(But first things first.
I'd better uncover a weak spot
before I try to strike again!)
Judge:
On with the cross-examination!
((After Testimony 4 Changes))
Apollo:
(Wait a second...)
Apollo:
(We already know a letter
might have left the studio
that night.)
Apollo:
(Couldn't that have opened
another path for poisoning?)
Apollo:
(The situation's already
changed... I just need to
take advantage of it!)
Judge:
cross-examination.
[ I can prove it. ]
((Before Testimony 4 Changes))
Apollo:
Proof... is possible.
(I gotta risk it...)
Judge:
Oh? Excellent. Let's see
your proof then.
Judge:
Please show us your evidence!
Judge:
What evidence shows that the
victim wasn't poisoned via
his coffee mug?
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Klavier:
Must I explain this over
and over and over?
Klavier:
We don't need possibilities,
here, Herr Forehead.
We need proof.
Apollo:
I-I know that!
Klavier:
You should also know that
every proof has its moment.
Perhaps you're a bit early?
Judge:
...I can tell you what we
know at this point:
Judge:
The victim put nothing to his
mouth but that coffee mug.
Apollo:
(*sigh* Another hole in this
case that needs plugging
before I can prove anything.)
Apollo:
(But first things first.
I'd better uncover a weak spot
before I try to strike again!)
Judge:
On with the cross-examination!
((After Testimony 4 Changes))
Apollo:
Proof is... possible.
(Here goes nothing...)
Klavier:
You do understand what we
need, ja?
Klavier:
Proof, Herr Forehead. Not
"possibilities".
Apollo:
Of course.
And, Prosecutor Gavin,
I hope you understand...
Apollo:
...I'm ready to give you
that proof.
Klavier:
Wh-What did you say?
Apollo:
I have proof of the
disappearing envelope!
Brushel:
I saw him writing a letter
I did!
Judge:
...Which was picked up by
the mailman, I assume?
Apollo:
Of course, which means...
Apollo:
...that envelope had a stamp
on it.
Judge:
A stamp...
Ah.........................
Apollo:
As we all know, stamps come
with dried glue on the back.
Apollo:
In order to use the glue
you have to wet it...
Apollo:
...by licking the stamp!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Feh. No one worth talking to
actually licks stamps in this
day and age.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Even if you wanted to talk to
him, you couldn't.
Apollo:
...He's dead, after all.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
OK, so he licked the stamp.
But wait!
Klavier:
How does that explain the
atroquinine on the rim of
the coffee mug?
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
If he licked the back of a
poisoned stamp, the poison
would get on his tongue, yes?
Apollo:
What would then happen if he
put the coffee mug to his
mouth, hmm?
Klavier:
...!
Apollo:
Those traces on the mug
weren't the killer's doing!
It was the other way around!
Judge:
What!?
Apollo:
The coffee mug didn't
poison Mr. Misham...
Apollo:
...Mr. Misham poisoned
the coffee mug himself!
Judge:
Judge:
B-But that doesn't...
Does it?
Apollo:
Recall, if you would...
Apollo:
...atroquinine is a
slow-acting poison, yes?
Apollo:
The poison entered his body
when he put the stamp on
that envelope.
Apollo:
But his time wasn't up until
the very moment he touched
his lips to that cup of joe.
Judge:
You have something to add,
Mr. Brushel?
Apollo:
(Uh oh. His nose is picking
up another scent...)
Brushel:
As I believe I mentioned
earlier.
Brushel:
that envelope...
Brushel:
something!
Brushel:
Brushel:
But you know, I don't seem to
remember him ever finding one.
Judge:
Maybe he'd just run out?
Klavier:
Incidentally, we searched
the desk drawer at the
scene of the crime.
Klavier:
There were no stamps.
Not a single one.
Apollo:
...!
Judge:
Hmm, that does pose a problem.
Judge:
How will you prove that the
stamp was coated with poison?
Apollo:
Actually, I'm glad no other
stamps were found.
Apollo:
It makes proving the stamp
he used was poisoned possible!
Klavier:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha.
...Good show, good show.
Klavier:
You can't even prove there
was a stamp at the scene
in the first place!
Judge:
...Well, let's hear what the
defense has to say anyway.
Judge:
Where's your evidence that
proves the existence of this
poisoned stamp?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
......
Klavier:
I think our beloved attorney
has been licking too many
stamps in his free time.
Apollo:
(Grr... Do you smile like
that when you torture all
your victims, or just me?)
Judge:
Take care that we don't lick
you and stick you in the
letter box, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
(...I think I'm making this
out to be way more complicated
than it really is.)
Apollo:
(That stamp would have left
a small atroquinine residue
on something... But what?)
Brushel:
And nothing left that studio
after he died. Nothing.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Not one thing...?
You're sure?
Brushel:
Yep, sure as sure can be.
Brushel:
...Well, with one exception.
Judge:
One exception!?
What!?
Brushel:
"Journalist Spark Brushel
Does Interview, Leaves
Studio", end quote.
Brushel:
Ah. Ah ha ha! C'mon!
Brushel:
It's a joke! Get it?
Not funny, I know, but still!
Apollo:
(Did something leave the
studio that night?)
Apollo:
(Why does that sound familiar?
Where have I heard something
like that before...?)
Judge:
Now that we've proven our
witness is a comedian of
sorts...
Judge:
...I'd like to turn to our
defense attorney before
returning to the testimony.
Judge:
Do you have any idea what, if
anything, might have left the
studio that night?
[ Not a thing ]
Apollo:
......
(I can't think of a single
thing!)
Apollo:
...If anything did leave,
wouldn't Mr. Brushel have
noticed?
Brushel:
That I would, that I would!
Nothing left! Save myself,
of course.
Judge:
Say that again and you'll be
held in contempt of court.
Judge:
Let's get back to the
cross-examination, then!
[ Just one thing ]
Apollo:
I think one thing might
very well have left the
studio that night, actually.
Apollo:
A certain something that has
vanished from the crime scene.
Judge:
By which you mean...
Judge:
...something other than our
witness?
Apollo:
...Of course.
Klavier:
Don't tell me. "Vera Misham"?
Apollo:
Believe me, any comic relief
I may provide is entirely
unintentional.
Judge:
Then, let's see what you've
got for us, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
Well, this thing wasn't at
the scene of the crime, so
I can't show it to you.
Apollo:
But I do have evidence that
shows how it could have been
taken from the scene!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
......
Klavier:
......
Brushel:
...I find Prosecutor Gavin
more amusing than this guy,
really.
Klavier:
If that was comic relief, why
do I not feel amused?
Judge:
We want evidence, not
entertainment, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
(There goes my career in
stand-up...)
((Present Letter Box))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This is the only link between
that studio and the outside
world.
Judge:
A letter box?
Apollo:
What did Mr. Brushel just
tell us?
Apollo:
When he entered the studio
on the night of the murder...
Apollo:
...the victim had just
finished writing a letter!
Brushel:
Yeah, I said that.
And yeah, it was true.
Apollo:
Furthermore, you went on
to tell us...
Apollo:
...that he put the letter in
a yellow envelope and put it
in the letter box.
Judge:
Ah...!
Apollo:
But that very same letter box
was empty! In other words...
Apollo:
...that night, the "yellow
envelope" disappeared!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Ah, yes, intriguing. So an
envelope has disappeared from
the scene of the crime.
Klavier:
Of course... this changes
nothing.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Judge:
He has a point, Mr. Justice.
Judge:
What we're trying to figure
out here is how the poison
got into Mr. Misham.
Judge:
Is it really important that
this envelope the witness says
he saw disappeared?
Apollo:
Well, if it did disappear,
then something did leave
the studio that night.
Apollo:
That seems very important
to me!
Judge:
Very well then. The witness
will add this to his
testimony.
Brushel:
You got it.
Klavier:
...I still think this fails
to change anything, Herr
Forehead.
Apollo:
(I wouldn't be so sure.)
Apollo:
(A letter disappeared from the
crime scene that night...)
Apollo:
(This is exactly the opening
I've been looking for!)
Brushel:
A letter was put in the post
from the studio, but I hardly
think that matters.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Nothing could be more serious
than an envelope disappearing
from that studio!
Apollo:
And you were hiding that
fact from us!
Brushel:
Er, yes, well, actually...
Klavier:
I don't argue the possibility
that a letter disappeared
from that studio.
Klavier:
...But Herr Forehead, isn't
there a much more serious
question before us?
Apollo:
(...Right, how Mr. Misham was
poisoned. I know.)
Apollo:
(But Mr. Brushel's testimony
has changed, which means the
facts of the case have, too.)
Apollo:
(And what he's told us means
something entirely different
now, I'm starting to think.)
Trucy:
Let's keep thinking, Apollo!
Brushel:
...Clearly, the only one who
could have poisoned him was
his daughter!
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You say "clearly" as though
it were obvious.
Apollo:
But this claim that the
defendant poisoned the victim
is merely conjecture!
Brushel:
Ah, yes, well, you see...
Brushel:
In my business, it's all about
making the most ridiculous
things sound right.
Brushel:
A bad habit, I know.
Judge:
......
Klavier:
......
Brushel:
Yes, well, er, actually...
Brushel:
...I guess this is more a case
of "Ridiculous Journalist
Sounds Wrong", end quote.
Judge:
The court is forced to agree
with you. Please refrain from
wild conjecture.
Brushel:
Understoodloudandclear!
Apollo:
(If only I could believe
that.)
Trucy:
What do you think, Apollo?
Trucy:
Everything he's saying seems
so... not flawed!
Apollo:
...Well, that's kind of what
you want from a testimony,
really.
Apollo:
(...I need to keep my eye
on what matters.)
Apollo:
(How, and why, was Drew
Misham, killed?)
Apollo:
(Very poured the coffee,
that's not going to change.)
Apollo:
(But if that coffee didn't
kill him, I need to find
what did... and prove it!)
((Present Tiny Frame))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Well, that certainly is a cute
little frame. And by little,
I mean really little.
Apollo:
It was on the victim's desk,
Your Honor.
Apollo:
...Quite empty, as you can
see for yourself.
Klavier:
I noticed that too during my
investigation. So what?
Apollo:
Ah, apparently you weren't
as observant as you should
have been.
Apollo:
You see, when you saw this
frame, it was missing
something quite important.
Judge:
"Missing" something...?
Apollo:
Yes. A pale bluish stain
on the inside of the frame...
Apollo:
Atroquinine residue!
Klavier:
What!?
Why wasn't I told about this!?
Apollo:
The frame is only two inches
square. The face of the frame
is even smaller.
Apollo:
Maybe an inch wide at most.
Klavier:
You aren't saying...
Apollo:
...Oh, but I am. Tell me: what
fits in such a small frame?
Apollo:
A commemorative stamp,
perhaps?
Judge:
Judge:
The poisoned stamp was in
this frame...!?
Klavier:
Impossible!
Judge:
P-Prosecutor Gavin...!
Klavier:
Why would he put something
like that on his desk?
Klavier:
Don't tell me he had it there
so he could commit suicide
if the mood struck!
Brushel:
You know, can I say something?
I had a thought, see!
Judge:
What, Mr. Brushel, and please
stop jittering around like
that!
Brushel:
The victim was a forger,
right? There's a lot of
money in that line of work.
Brushel:
"Forger Forges Friends,
Makes Enemies, Too",
end quote.
Apollo:
So the poisoned stamp might
have been a murder weapon,
aimed at him!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Oh, rich. That's rich.
Klavier:
Leave the ridiculous flights
of fancy to the Gavinners's
song lyrics, please.
Apollo:
(Finally, something we agree
on.)
Klavier:
The stamp was a "murder
weapon"? Nonsense!
Klavier:
Murder is a simple business.
Who would go to such lengths?
No one.
Apollo:
Oh, I disagree.
Klavier:
C-Come again...?
Apollo:
Recall, if you would, the
victim's reclusive lifestyle.
Apollo:
Drew Misham hid from the
world. He avoided meetings.
Apollo:
His only contact with the
outside world... was the mail.
Judge:
The... mail!
Apollo:
Now, if you wanted to kill
someone you couldn't meet,
but you knew read letters...
Apollo:
...a stamp would be the
perfect weapon!
Klavier:
Ridiculous! Where's your
proof? I want proof!
Klavier:
Show us evidence that this
poisoned stamp was sent to
him... as a murder weapon!
Apollo:
(I might not have "evidence"
per se...)
Apollo:
(But things are finally
starting to come together!)
Trucy:
Wh-What is it, Apollo?
Trucy:
Your fists are trembling!
Apollo:
I think I know what happened!
I don't believe it... but I
can see it!
Apollo:
I think I know how Mr. Misham
was killed!
Judge:
Well, fill us in, Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
...A certain piece of evidence
points to the truth, Your
Honor.
Apollo:
I can show you how someone
with the intent to kill sent
Mr. Misham the stamp of death!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
......
Judge:
I'm not sure it's entirely
clear to me what this proves,
Mr. Justice.
Apollo:
Huh...?
(Was I wrong?)
Klavier:
I believe we have shown
probable "intent to kill".
Klavier:
Except the killer would be
Herr Judge, and the victim,
you!
Apollo:
Yeeeeargh!
Judge:
Consider that a warning,
Mr. Justice. Think before
presenting next time.
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor.
(Let's think this one over
again.)
((Present Red Envelope))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Isn't this the envelope... the
one from seven years ago?
Apollo:
Think about the text of
the letter again.
Apollo:
There were two pages in the
envelope. This is page one.
Apollo:
...And this is page two.
Apollo:
I want to draw your attention
to one phrase in particular.
Apollo:
"...Send in the enclosed
envelope with the enclosed
stamp within 3 days."
Apollo:
The enclosed stamp, Your
Honor.
Judge:
Ah...!
Brushel:
In other words, if I have
this straight...
Brushel:
"The Stamp! Poison! On The
Stamp! Lick, Lick, Gasp..."
end quote!
Apollo:
Now, what if he had done
exactly as the letter asked?
Trucy:
He would sign the document,
put it in the envelope... and
put the stamp on it, right?
Trucy:
Then he would put it in his
letter box...!
Apollo:
Fifteen minutes wouldn't have
elapsed between affixing the
stamp, and mailing the letter.
Apollo:
But the clock started ticking,
and when the time came...
he drew his last breath.
Apollo:
And the murder weapon would
be taken away from the scene.
Judge:
...Quite conveniently, thanks
to the postal system!
Klavier:
...Such a splendid imagination
you have, Herr Forehead!
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
Let me confirm one thing
with you, if I might.
Klavier:
So, this "poisoned stamp" was
inside this envelope from
seven years ago... ja?
Klavier:
Is that what you'd have us
believe? Really?
Apollo:
...W-Well...
Trucy:
It is a little bit of a
stretch, but there's a
possibility.
Klavier:
Yes. A very small possibility.
How small, I wonder?
Trucy:
Um...
Klavier:
A poisoned stamp in this
envelope? A stamp that then
became the murder weapon?
Klavier:
How do you intend to prove
this seeming coincidence?
Trucy:
W-Well...
Apollo:
(Ack! It was seven years ago,
and we don't even know who
sent that letter!)
Klavier:
And your answer... is silence,
I see. Very well! I move to...
???:
...It's not nice to pick on
the Fräulein, Klavier.
Klavier:
...!
Apollo:
Ah... Ema!
Ema:
Well? Like my Kristoph Gavin
impression? Did I sound like
him?
Apollo:
...Don't quit your day job.
Klavier:
Don't you have a crime scene
to be looking after, Fräulein
Detective?
Ema:
Someone had to come dig you
all out of the mess you're
making of this case.
Apollo:
Mess...?
Ema:
You know, none of this would
happen if you just trusted in
science a little more.
Ema:
You can find out if that stamp
was in that envelope, easy.
Klavier:
Care to explain yourself,
Fräulein Detective?
Ema:
Glare at me all you want,
but science is on my side.
Ema:
It's all in the residue,
right?
Apollo:
That's right! The poison
detection spray...
Judge:
Produce the red envelope
at once!
Judge:
You can open it on the
authority of the court!
Judge:
Well! Would you look at that!
Ema:
No mistaking it. That's
atroquinine residue!
Judge:
I-I don't believe it...
Judge:
A murder weapon from the
past...
Judge:
Now, seven years later, it
bares its fangs at last!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Absolutely outrageous!
...Tell me why!
Klavier:
Why didn't this murder take
place seven years ago!?
Apollo:
Well, um...
Ema:
There's one possibility.
Ema:
Maybe Mr. Misham figured
it out.
Judge:
Figured what out?
Ema:
He realized that the person
who sent that letter wanted
him dead.
Ema:
So he sent his reply with
a different stamp.
Judge:
...And put his decisive
evidence in a frame.
*HOLD IT!*
Brushel:
......
Judge:
Ack! You're still here!?
Brushel:
C-Can I make a statement
here, on the record?
Brushel:
I, Spark "Razortooth" Brushel,
claim this scoop as mine!
Brushel:
"Drew Misham Killed In Cold
Blood..."
Brushel:
"...By Sender Of Seven-Year-
Old Letter!" end quote.
Brushel:
Hmm, no, maybe something more
succinct. "Star Falls After
7 Year Delay", end quote.
Judge:
Judge:
I see no room for further
argument here.
Judge:
Though I admit, this is all
coming as quite a shock.
Judge:
To think that the murder
weapon reached his mouth
after seven years...!
Judge:
"Stamp Is Ticket Straight To
Afterlife", end quote!
Trucy:
Uh oh. I think the witness is
a bad influence on our judge.
Judge:
...I see no need for further
debate on this matter.
Judge:
The sender of that letter
seven years ago could hardly
have been our defendant!
Trucy:
A-Apollo!
Apollo:
I think we just won!
Judge:
...Very well! This court
finds the defendant...
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Is this the bright future
of our legal system?
Judge:
Prosecutor... Gavin?
Klavier:
A ticket to the afterlife
from seven years ago...?
Klavier:
Tickets for Gavinners's shows
are invalid after two weeks.
Judge:
B-But it doesn't make sense
any other way!
Klavier:
...It boggles my mind that so
many people haven't noticed
this.
Klavier:
There's a fatal contradiction
in Herr Forehead's claim!
Apollo:
A c-contradiction?
Klavier:
A poisoned stamp was placed in
this envelope seven years ago.
Klavier:
Whereupon it was framed,
until now.
Klavier:
If that's the case, then why
would Drew Misham have done
what he did?
Apollo:
E-Ema explained that! He must
have realized it was poisoned!
Klavier:
...Therein lies the rub.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
Seven years ago, the forger
Drew Misham sensed a trap, and
put the stamp in a frame.
Klavier:
I do not debate this.
...But this begs the question.
Klavier:
Why, seven years later, did
he use that stamp on the night
of the murder?
Apollo:
Ah...!
Klavier:
Surely, you don't mean to
suggest that Mr. Misham
simply "forgot"?
Klavier:
He put the murder weapon in
a frame on his desk for seven
years... and forgot?
Klavier:
You expect us to believe
he sprang the trap on himself?
Apollo:
......
Uh...
Apollo:
Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!
Judge:
While I admit, this is all
quite shocking, myself...
Judge:
...it does seem highly
unlikely that he would
fall afoul of a trap...
Judge:
...that had been
sitting on his desk for
seven years!
Trucy:
A-Apollo!
Apollo:
I don't think we're winning
anymore.
Klavier:
Ah, I'm glad to see we're all
back in the real world now.
Klavier:
Welcome back to reality!
We've been waiting for you.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
OK... Then how do you explain
the poisoned stamp that was in
this envelope?
Klavier:
The "poisoned stamp"...?
Klavier:
Where exactly is this poisoned
stamp, again? Have you brought
it to court for us?
Apollo:
Uh...
Klavier:
I see no proof that such
a thing ever existed.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
What about the atroquinine
residue, huh!?
Klavier:
Oh, I agree, that does seem
to be atroquinine residue.
Klavier:
But, Herr Forehead, it's
certainly no stamp.
Apollo:
...!
Y-Yeah, but...
Klavier:
Even if your precious poisoned
stamp did exist...
Klavier:
...Drew Misham never would
have used it.
Klavier:
...That is all.
Apollo:
......
Urk.
Judge:
I believe we've come to
a conclusion. Again.
Trucy:
A-Apollo!
Were we wrong the whole time?
Apollo:
I-I can't believe it!
Apollo:
The poison traces match up!
It can't be coincidence!
Judge:
I'd like to bring some
closure to this issue,
sometime this year.
Judge:
...Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor!
Judge:
Let's review the facts, and
see where we stand.
Judge:
Seven years ago, Drew Misham
received a red envelope.
Judge:
There were traces of the
poison atroquinine on the
document inside that envelope.
Judge:
A similar trace was also
found at the crime scene...
Judge:
...on this tiny picture frame.
Judge:
The defense has indicated
the possibility of a yellow
envelope.
Judge:
An envelope that left the
scene of the crime with the
poisoned stamp on it.
Klavier:
Yes, but even if this envelope
contained a poisoned stamp...
Klavier:
...and Drew Misham, knowing
this, put it in a frame...
Klavier:
...he never would have used
that stamp!
Judge:
...I'm afraid you're right.
Judge:
Which means there is a fatal
flaw in the defense's case!
Apollo:
(I haven't been on the wrong
track this whole time, I'm
sure of it!)
Apollo:
(The traces of atroquinine,
the envelope, the frame...)
Apollo:
(...and Drew Misham's
mysterious death...)
Apollo:
(They're all connected
somehow!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice, do you
have a conclusion for us?
Apollo:
...The defense stands by
its case, Your Honor.
Apollo:
We've seen that the logical
outcome of the evidence makes
no sense.
Apollo:
Which means that one of our
clues... must be a fake.
Klavier:
Ah, a fake clue? Fascinating!
Klavier:
And if we find this fake,
your wild fantasies will
prove quite reasonable, ja?
Apollo:
The fake clue that's thrown
us off the poison's trail
is none other than...
[ the red envelope. ]
Judge:
This red envelope... is a
fake?
Apollo:
...Without a doubt, Your
Honor.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Wasn't it you who presented
this evidence to the court?
Apollo:
...Oh.
Trucy:
Hold on a second, Apollo!
Trucy:
The poison on that envelope,
the frame, and the coffee
mug...
Trucy:
They're all connected
somehow!
Apollo:
Oh... right!
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
Apollo:
(I can hear it already.
"It looks like the fake...
was you, Herr Forehead!")
Trucy:
Now's no time for wallowing
in self-pity! Let's get
thinking, Apollo!
[ the frame. ]
Judge:
This frame... is the "fake"
clue?
Apollo:
...Without a doubt, Your
Honor.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Wasn't it you who presented
this evidence to the court?
Apollo:
...Oh.
Trucy:
Hold on a second, Apollo!
Trucy:
The poison on that envelope,
the frame, and the coffee
mug...
Trucy:
They're all connected
somehow!
Apollo:
Oh... right!
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
Apollo:
(I can hear it already.
"It looks like the fake...
was you, Herr Forehead!")
Trucy:
We can flog ourselves later,
Apollo! Now's the time for
thinking!
[ Drew Misham. ]
Judge:
Th-the victim was a "fake
clue"? I'm afraid I don't
understand.
Apollo:
...I'll explain.
Apollo:
We have an envelope, a frame,
and a mug, linked by poison.
Apollo:
That all makes sense.
Apollo:
What doesn't make sense is
the victim himself!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Congratulations. You've
completely lost me.
Klavier:
So the fake evidence is none
other than the master of fake
himself, the forger?
Klavier:
...It makes a good story,
I'll give you that.
Apollo:
(The fake clue...
Fakes... forgeries...)
Apollo:
Ah...!
Trucy:
I know that face! That's the
"I just had an idea" face!
Apollo:
I don't know if I'm right...
but I'm going with it anyway!
Apollo:
What if our "forger" is the
"fake"!?
Klavier:
...Come again?
Apollo:
Seven years ago, our forger
sniffed a trap, and stepped
aside.
Apollo:
...Seven years passed.
Apollo:
Now the forger stumbles into
that very same trap, and dies.
...Why?
Judge:
Apollo:
Because the forger who was
killed... was a fake.
Klavier:
Here we are again. The
victim... was a "fake"?
Apollo:
One forger smelled the trap.
One forger fell into the trap.
Apollo:
That's two forgers! And one
of them was a fake!
Judge:
Klavier:
So you are telling us that
Drew Misham, the victim,
was a fake?
Klavier:
Well, if he was the fake,
who was the real forger?
Klavier:
You'd better not be claiming
there was some kind of
switcheroo?
Judge:
...I'm afraid you're going to
have to back up your story.
Judge:
Mr. Justice. Show us just who
the real Drew Misham was!
Apollo:
(If Drew Misham wasn't the
real forger...)
Apollo:
(...there's only one other
person it could have been!)
Apollo:
Apollo:
Forger Drew Misham was himself
a forgery!
Apollo:
The real forger was...!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
......
Klavier:
......
Brushel:
......
Apollo:
(Ack! "Attorney Makes Wild
Claim, Becomes Subject Of
Mass Ridicule"... end quote!)
Apollo:
(Better come up with something
quick before that story goes
to print...!)
((Present Vera Misham))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
There can be only one
explanation, really.
Apollo:
The real identity of the
forger known as Drew Misham
is none other than...
Apollo:
...his only daughter, Vera
Misham!
Judge:
Judge:
...Mr. Justice! This is going
out on a limb, even for you!
Trucy:
I kinda agree. I mean, Vera,
a forger?
Apollo:
Let's consider it before you
write it off entirely.
Apollo:
If you look at the paintings
in the studio, one fact
becomes quite clear.
Apollo:
Forgery had been taking place
in that studio for quite some
time!
Apollo:
The forger wasn't caught in
that trap seven years ago.
Apollo:
This can only mean that the
one who was caught in the
trap wasn't the forger!
Judge:
Well... Actually, that does
make a certain kind of sense.
Apollo:
One more thing!
Apollo:
Only two sets of fingerprints
were found in the forger's
studio.
Apollo:
Drew Misham's... and Vera
Misham's.
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
If we know that Drew Misham
wasn't the forger...
Apollo:
...that leaves only one
possibility, by process of
elimination.
Apollo:
The forger was Vera Misham.
...Well?
Klavier:
......
Klavier:
...Fascinating!
Judge:
Vera Misham...?
Vera:
......
Judge:
You've been paying attention
to the trial so far?
Vera:
......
Klavier:
Let's just ask her and be
done with it, shall we?
Klavier:
Who are you?
Klavier:
Who is the forger,
Drew Misham?
Vera:
......
Vera:
...!
Vera:
......
Apollo:
(Was that... an expression
of emotion I saw on her face?)
Apollo:
(She's staring holes into
Prosecutor Gavin's face...)
Klavier:
...I'm used to being stared
at by Fräuleins, believe me.
Klavier:
Though they usually talk to
me, too.
Klavier:
Tell us. Were you the one
who forged those works of art?
Vera:
......
Vera: [happy face]

...Yes...
Apollo:
...!
Judge:
So... so the forger, Drew
Misham was... you!?
Vera:
......
Vera: [sad face]

...Yes, it was me...
Judge:
Wha...
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Apollo:
(The court was in an uproar,
and it wasn't coming down.)
Apollo:
(We had to break for a ten
minute recess.)
To be continued.
============================
Episode 4
============================
---
October 8, 1:24 PM
District Court
---
Trucy:
OK...
Trucy:
So where exactly does this
leave us, Apollo?
Apollo:
Well, the Drew Misham who
was killed...
Apollo:
...wasn't "Drew Misham the
forger", basically.
Trucy:
Huh?
Well then, who was he?
Apollo:
Well "he" was actually...
Vera:
......
Apollo:
(...Doing her nails.)
Apollo:
So, you really made those
forgeries?
Vera:
......
Vera: [sad face]

...Yes...
For Father...
Vera:
...I know
it was wrong...
Trucy:
Could you tell us how it
happened?
Vera:
......
Vera:
...My father was a painter...
Vera:
...I love painting ever since
I was a child...
Vera:
...One day, Father saw it
in me...
Vera:
...He saw that I had the
"talent"...
Trucy:
The talent... for making
forgeries?
Vera:
...How should I say it? It was
not only paintings I made...
Vera:
...Given the materials,
I could make... anything...
Apollo:
Anything...?
Vera: [happy face]

...Father was so proud,
and I, so happy...
Vera: [sad face]

...But, in the end, I was
making... those...
Apollo:
...Forgeries.
Vera:
...I've never had a good
constitution, nor...
personality...
Vera:
...I know very little of the
world outside my door...
Vera:
......
Vera:
...Now, because of me...
Father... is...
Trucy:
...Do you know about this
red envelope?
Vera:
...I remember that envelope.
It was some time ago...
Apollo:
So, you were already a, um...
Apollo:
You were already creating your
"works" back then?
Vera:
...I started when I was only
twelve years old...
Apollo:
So the one who figured out
the stamp was poisoned, that
was...
Bailiff:
...Mr. Justice! It's time!
To the courtroom, please!
Apollo:
R-Right!
(Out of time...)
Trucy:
Wait, Vera! Just one more
thing, please!
Trucy:
Those three paintings in the
studio...
Vera:
...I painted those, as part
of my work...
Trucy:
Right. See, we checked them
out and we saw what was
underneath.
Trucy:
We saw the rough sketches
underneath the three finished
paintings...
Vera:
...I see...
Vera:
......
Vera:
...Mr. Justice...
Apollo:
...Yes!?
Vera:
...Father...
He knew of you...
Vera:
...Of both of you...
Apollo:
Your late father...?
Vera:
...He was watching, gathering
information...
Vera:
...All about the "Wright & Co.
Law Offices"...
Trucy:
B-But lately, we're not doing
just law...!
Vera:
...Yes... You do tricks, gags to
amuse... and play piano...
Trucy:
Well, they're not really
"gags"...
Vera:
...Yet when Father heard
you had resumed the legal
business...
Vera: [happy face]

...How pleased he was...
Trucy:
...Who was Mr. Misham?
Apollo:
...How'm I supposed to know?
Trucy:
What if he was Daddy's
Daddy?
Apollo:
Judging from the relative
ages involved, I'd say it's
highly unlikely.
Apollo:
(Things are already confusing
enough with all these daddies
running around.)
Apollo:
(We know that the victim's
daughter, Vera, was the
forger.)
Apollo:
(What does this mean for the
case...? Guess we're about
to find out.)
---
October 8, 1:36 PM
District Court
Courtroom, No. 3
---
Judge:
Vera:
......
Apollo:
(Vera seems pretty tense.)
Apollo:
(She's practically chewing
her fingernails clean off!)
Klavier:
Perhaps you could begin by
telling us how it all worked.
Klavier:
How did you set up this "Drew
Misham forger" persona?
Vera:
......
Vera:
......
Apollo:
(There's that stare again...
She's drilling more holes
into his head.)
Trucy:
I know it's hard for you, but
hey, he's a handsome guy.
Apollo:
What's "hard"!?
Judge:
Very well, miss, if you
would...
Judge:
...did you really make those
detestable forgeries...?
Vera:
...!
Klavier:
Perhaps you'd rather answer
my question?
Klavier:
Were you the one who painted
that painting. The remarkably
similar one?
Vera:
...Ah... Yes...
Vera: [happy face]

...I painted it, yes...
Vera:
...Father praised me
quite highly for it...
Judge:
So... she was the one who
made the forgeries.
Klavier:
Yet, she did not wish to
reveal the truth of their
operation.
Klavier:
So the victim was a stand-in,
a decoy.
Klavier:
To the world at large, he
was the forger, not her.
Vera:
......
Vera:
...I've done... a bad thing.
I have, haven't I...?
Klavier:
Regardless, we need a little
more information.
Klavier:
About, for instance...
...this!
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
...You have seen this before,
ja?
Vera:
...Y-Yes...
It was in the desk drawer...
Judge:
Very well, you may proceed
with your testimony.
Judge:
Tell us everything you know
about this envelope.
-- The Red Envelope --
Vera:
...I created things and
Father sold them...
Vera:
...This envelope came after
my first work... that was
other than a painting...
Vera:
...Father handled the deal,
all of it...
Vera: [stamp]
...I received the stamp that
was in that envelope...
Vera:
...It was after that job that
we moved to the current
studio...
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
There certainly was much of
great interest in your
testimony.
Klavier:
...Not that the witness
realizes it.
Judge:
Very well, please begin the
cross-examination!
Apollo:
Right! OK!
Apollo:
(I need more information
about this "forger"...)
Apollo:
(...This "Drew Misham"...)
-- The Red Envelope --
Vera:
...I created things and
Father sold them...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So, these "things" you were
making, er...
Apollo:
...you mean paintings
identical to other paintings,
right?
Vera:
...The closer they were, the
happier Father was...
Vera: [happy face]

...I was happy, too...
Judge:
Still, you're quite young
now.
Judge:
When did you begin this work?
Vera:
...My first painting sold when
I was twelve...
Apollo:
...Your Honor!
Apollo:
She had no idea what she was
doing was illegal!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Easy there, little
attorney.
Klavier:
You're not here to defend
her for the crime of forgery.
Judge:
Hmm... true.
Judge:
Please, tell us more about
this envelope.
Judge:
...This envelope that may very
well have killed your father.
Vera:
...Alright...
Vera:
...This envelope came after
my first work... that was
other than a painting...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
By "other than a painting",
you mean...
Apollo:
...you'd only done paintings
up to that point?
Vera:
...Yes...
Vera:
...But Father had a
realization...
Vera:
...He noticed my talent
extended to making things
other than paintings...
Apollo:
For instance...?
Vera:
...For instance... a letter
someone had written...
Vera:
...Or a fingerprint left upon
a cup...
Vera:
...Or a signature on a
document... a seal upon
a letter...
Apollo:
(...None of this makes
her sound very innocent
at all!)
Klavier:
And the $100,000 promised
in this letter was the start.
Klavier:
...The beginning of a new
industry for Drew Misham.
Judge:
A new... "industry"?
Klavier:
The creation of items to be
used in criminal proceedings.
Klavier:
...Forging evidence, in other
words.
Apollo:
(Uh oh...)
Vera:
...Father handled the deal,
all of it...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
So, you didn't know how the
things you were making were
being used?
Vera: [happy face]

...I enjoy painting very
much...
Klavier:
I think I understand.
Klavier:
The Fräulein has lived in
an... unusual little world.
Apollo:
Can you tell us what happened
to the "papers" that were in
this envelope?
Vera:
...Father signed them and
sent them back I believe...
Apollo:
Um... did he follow the
instructions?
Apollo:
"Send in the enclosed envelope
with the enclosed stamp"...
Vera:
......
Judge:
This is a rather important
matter! Give your answer
some thought.
Vera: [stamp]
...I received the stamp that
was in that envelope...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
What do you mean, you
"received" it!?
Vera: [sad face]

...Did I do something
wrong...?
Apollo:
Y-You didn't use that stamp
because it was dangerous,
correct!?
Apollo:
Deadly poison! On the back!
Atroquinine...!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...A moment, Herr Forehead.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
You can't force an answer
upon the witness.
Klavier:
Now then. Perhaps... you
would tell me, Fräulein Vera?
Klavier:
Why did you "receive" this
stamp?
Vera:
......
Judge:
Is something wrong?
Vera: [stamp]
...It was... beautiful...
Judge:
...Ah. You mean it was one of
those commemorative stamps?
Vera: [stamp]
...Yes, I think it was...
Apollo:
So... you didn't know about
the poison?
Vera:
......
Vera: [confused face]
Apollo:
......
(I guess not!)
Klavier:
So the trap failed by
chance... by mistake.
Klavier:
Thanks to this commemorative
stamp.
Judge:
Hmm. Quite the close call!
Vera:
...It was after that job that
we moved to the current
studio...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
You mean you moved to where
the current "Drew Studio" is?
Vera:
...Yes... we saw very few
people there...
Vera:
...I began drawing picture
books...
Klavier:
This single job had tied them
to the criminal underworld.
Klavier:
I'd think Mr. Misham wished
to reduce their visibility
in the world at large.
Vera:
...When we had to meet
someone for some reason...
Vera:
...Father posed as the
creator of the work...
Apollo:
So that was the real essence
of the artist, "Drew Misham".
Apollo:
You did the work, and he
supplied the face.
((Pressed 1, 2, 4, and 5))
Judge:
So... you really didn't know
anything, did you?
Judge:
You had no idea how much
danger you were in.
Vera: [sad face]

Klavier:
Apparently not.
Apollo:
......
About this "commemorative
stamp".
Apollo:
Could you tell us more about
it?
Vera:
......
Vera: [stamp]
...It was very pretty.
And, more than that...
Apollo:
Yes?
Vera:
...It was a picture of people
I liked at the time...
Apollo:
...!
(This is something new!)
Klavier:
...Apparently, we've got some
cross-examination yet ahead
of us.
Klavier:
If you would be so kind as
to continue your testimony,
Fräulein.
Vera:
......
Vera: [happy face]
Vera: [stamp]
...The stamp was a picture of
my favorite magicians... so
I kept it...
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
M-Magicians...?
Vera:
...I love mysterious things,
I always have...
Trucy:
...Even though she fainted
when she saw Mr. Hat.
Apollo:
You're confusing "mysterious"
with "freaky".
Vera:
...Father took me when I was
very young...
Vera:
...It was a great magic show.
I loved it so much...
Trucy:
See!? See!? Isn't magic great?
Apollo:
Fine, great, yeah, sure.
No need to get all excited.
Vera:
...But the magic troupe we
saw disbanded soon after...
Vera: [sad face]

...I was quite sad...
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
(Did she just say what I
think she said?)
Apollo:
(Magic "troupe"? Now where
have I heard that before...?)
Apollo:
(The red envelope came after
she'd completed her first
"job"...)
Apollo:
(That makes it a letter from
her client... whoever wanted
a forgery made.)
Trucy:
Apollo...!
Apollo:
We're close. We just have
to piece together the parts:
Apollo:
A deadly weapon in a red
envelope...
Apollo:
...and the path it took to
take Drew Misham's life.
((Present Magic Show Ticket))
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Those magicians you liked,
was it this bunch!?
Vera:
......
Vera: [happy face]
Trucy:
Apollo! They're not a "bunch"!
Judge:
Hmm... I see! Still, I have
to wonder.
Judge:
Why include a commemorative
stamp like that in a business
letter?
Apollo:
Good question!
Trucy:
Well, pretty stamps are always
better, and you can't beat
Troupe Gramarye!
Judge:
But, the whole murder plan
was a failure because of it.
Judge:
Ironic, don't you think.
...Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
......
Judge:
Klavier:
......
Gram... Gram... Gramarye.
Apollo:
(What's with Gavin...?)
Klavier:
...Might I ask just one
question of this witness?
Vera:
...?
Klavier:
In your testimony just now,
you stated...
Klavier:
...this was your "first work
that was other than a
painting".
Vera:
......
Klavier:
Please, tell me...
Klavier:
...what exactly did you make?
Vera:
......
...Can I ask why--
Klavier:
No!
Answer the question!
...Now!
Vera:
Eeeeeeeeeeek!
Judge:
P-Prosecutor Gavin...?
Judge:
You're usually not the one
whose volume concerns me.
Klavier:
...Yes, it is unbecoming of
me. I apologize.
Klavier:
But... I must know. Please,
Ms. Misham, tell me.
Vera:
......
...It was... a book...
Vera:
...A single page...
In a "book"...
Klavier:
A "book"...?
Please be more specific.
Vera:
......
Vera:
...It was a handwritten book.
Like... Like a diary...
Klavier:
......
Klavier:
Nnnno!
I don't...
No!!!
Trucy:
Wh-What's wrong with
Prosecutor Gavin? He looks
like he just saw a ghost!
Klavier:
...Ms. Misham.
This "book"...
Klavier:
...was there a picture of a
silk hat on the back cover?
Yes or no!?
Vera:
...!
...How... How did you know...?
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
The defendant is answering
all of your questions!
Apollo:
Stop badgering her!
Klavier:
......
Klavier:
He's told you nothing,
has he?
Klavier:
...Your soiled, sullied
mentor. Nothing!?
Apollo:
Sullied... who?
Klavier:
Phoenix Wright.
Who else!?
Trucy:
...Daddy?
Klavier:
He never told you about the
trial, seven years ago?
Klavier:
About how he came to lose his
attorney's badge...
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
It was a certain piece of
evidence that decided his
fate, you know.
Klavier:
...A certain diary.
Klavier:
On the back, it bore the mark
of a silk hat.
Apollo:
...Whaaaaaat!?
Apollo:
(Phoenix Wright, tossed out
of the profession by false
evidence...)
Apollo:
(And the forger who made
that evidence...)
Apollo:
(...is this girl standing
right in front of me!?)
Apollo:
Vera!
You must tell us!
Apollo:
The evidence you made was
used in a trial seven years
ago.
Apollo:
Who asked "Drew Misham", you,
to forge that evidence!?
Apollo:
...For all of our sakes,
who was it!?
Vera:
......
Vera:
...We... only met once...
Apollo:
You... You met the client!?
Apollo:
Well, who was it!?
Vera:
...It was...
...It was...
Vera:
......
Trucy:
What's going on with Vera?
Trucy:
She's staring at Prosecutor
Gavin's face again...
Klavier:
Yes, what? Is there something
about me...?
Vera:
......
Vera:
...I remember clearly...
Vera:
...I remember who gave me
the book... the diary...
Vera:
......
Apollo:
Who was it!?
Vera:
......
Vera:
Ugh...!
*choke*...!
Apollo:
Ve... Vera!!!
...The... De... vil...
...*thump*...
Defendant Vera Misham --

condition: unconscious.
Examiner's diagonsis: Acute

atroquinine poisoning.
...This ends the recording of

the trial for the murder of
Drew Misham.
Vera Misham was, during the

trial, poisoned by an unknown
assailant.
The dosage was just under the

lethal amount, sparing the
defendant's life.
She is currently in intensive

care, and is not to be
disturbed for any reason.
...A very simple case, at

first glance...
...until it finally began to

show its true colors.
The long road to the truth
takes us to the record of
another trial.
In some ways, that was the

starting point of it all.
And that is where we

must go...
...to find the whole truth.
To be continued.
============================
Episode 4
7 Years Ago: Trial Former -40701-
============================
...Showdown time.
I... I lost.
It's only a game of poker.
A game I've played for a long

time... and only lost twice.
...Who was the first?
The man I "killed"... of

course.
......
...Well.
It seems I've found the

partner I've been looking
for all along.
...Over a game of cards?
Why, yes.
Over a game of cards.
Phoenix:
That was how we first met.
Phoenix:
...Seven years ago.
-- Seven Years Earlier --

Phoenix Wright's Final Trial
---
April 19, 9:27 AM
District Court
---
---------
Profiles \
----------------------------
Shadi Enigmar
Age: 40
Gender: Male
My client in this case.
Usually goes by his stage
name, "Zak Gramarye".
----------------------------
Magnifi Gramarye
Age: 67
Gender: Male
The victim in this case.
Died after being shot in the
head while in the hospital.
----------------------------
---------
Evidence \
----------------------------
Attorney's Badge
Type: Other
One of my
possessions.
It's my all-important badge.
It shows that I am a
defense attorney.
=Check -> Examine Number=
Phoenix:
Each attorney's badge has
a number engraved on the back.
Phoenix:
No two numbers are the same.
Phoenix:
So if you drop it, people
will know it was you.
Phoenix:
Better make sure I don't
lost mine.
----------------------------
Crime Photo
Type: Photographs
Received during the
Body found in hospital room,
shot in the forehead. Touch
----------------------------
Magnifi's Autopsy Report
Type: Reports
Received during the
Cause of death: single gunshot
to the head. Estimated time of
death: 11:00-11:30 PM.
=Check=
-Victim's Name
Magnifi Gramarye (Age:67) Male
-Estimated Time of Death
April 13, 11:00 - 11:30 PM
-Cause of Death
Loss of blood from bullet wound.
-Remarks
Malignant tumor confirmed
in victim's liver.
----------------------------
Phoenix:
(Whew, OK. It's been a long
time since I've felt like
such a rookie.)
Phoenix:
(Got to try and relax.)
Phoenix:
Ah, good morning, Mr. Enigmar.
Enigmar:
I'm... sorry to have sprung
this on you so suddenly.
Phoenix:
I received the files from
your previous attorney only
yesterday.
Phoenix:
Honestly, I'm not entirely
sure I'm prepared.
Enigmar:
...I understand I am asking
the impossible of you.
Phoenix:
Yes, well, you haven't really
told me what happened yet!
Phoenix:
All we did... was play cards.
Enigmar:
And that was enough.
Phoenix:
(Actually, it wasn't.
Trust me.)
???:
Ooh! Morning, Daddy!
Enigmar:
Ah, I'm so glad you came.
???:
You OK, Daddy? They picking
on you?
Enigmar:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
I am fine, as always.
Enigmar:
This old boy is here to
help me, after all.
Phoenix:
(That's "young man" to you.)
Phoenix:
Good morning. That's a cute
outfit you have on.
???:
Thanks! My first show's today,
after all!
Phoenix:
Oh, I'm sure it is!
(What the heck is she talking
about?)
???:
Oh... Old boy!
Phoenix:
Huh? Me?
(Look what he's started.)
???:
Um, uh...
Here.
Phoenix:
What's this...?
???:
I dunno! I just got it over
there in the hall.
???:
They told me to give it to the
"old boy in the blue suit with
the spiky hair".
???:
They said it was really
important!
Enigmar:
...What's this?
A memo for you or some such?
Phoenix:
Hmm... Not from the looks
of it.
Phoenix:
(What is this? Looks like a
page from someone's diary.)
Phoenix:
I'll give it a read later.
** Notebook Page added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Notebook Page
Type: Documents
Received from
Trucy Enigmar.
Mysterious paper received just
before the trial. Touch the
=Check=
It seems fate's clock will

make me wait a little longer.
...At least, only less than
ten swift minutes remain.
To all those who have
supported me in my life's
work, I give thanks.
Farewell!
Magnifi Gramarye
----------------------------
Enigmar:
Well, how do you feel about
the trial today?
Phoenix:
We'll get through it.
Somehow.
Phoenix:
Incidentally... the prosecutor
today is a new guy, I hear.
Enigmar:
Ah...
An easy win, then, yes?
Phoenix:
They're calling him a "true
thoroughbred in the history
of the prosecutor's office".
Phoenix:
...Of course, there's one of
those every year.
Enigmar:
...The switching of attorneys
just before the trial...
Enigmar:
...I know it is a difficult
situation I put you in.
Enigmar:
But... allow me to say one
thing, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...Yes?
Enigmar:
They will not be able to
pronounce me guilty today.
Enigmar:
So, do your best, but do
not worry.
Phoenix:
(First time a defendant's ever
given me a pep speech...)
Phoenix:
I'll do what I can.
Enigmar:
I see you do not understand.
Enigmar:
You see, it will be impossible
for them to declare a verdict.
Phoenix:
I-Impossible?
Enigmar:
Yes. Isn't that right, Trucy?
Trucy:
Yup! You bet, Daddy.
----------------------------
Trucy Enigmar
Age: 8
Gender: Female
Zak Gramarye's daughter.
Already dresses the part of
a magician to the hilt.
----------------------------
Phoenix:
(My first look at the case
was only yesterday.)
Phoenix:
(And the information I was
given was a tad bit lacking,
to be honest.)
Phoenix:
(Still, I'll do what I can.
...For their sake.)
Enigmar:
I believe the curtains will
be lifting any time now.
Enigmar:
I am in your capable hands,
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
My client is Shadi Enigmar.
Phoenix:
Known to the world as Zak
Gramarye.
Phoenix:
A wildly popular magician,
star of Troupe Gramarye.
Phoenix:
His mentor, Magnifi Gramarye,
was a rare breed of magician.
Phoenix:
He single-handedly ushered in
a golden age of stage magic...
until he was shot dead.
Phoenix:
And Zak Gramarye is the
suspect.
---
April 19, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 7
---
Judge:
the trial of Shadi Enigmar.
Phoenix:
Honor.
???:
......
Judge:
Is the prosecution ready?
???:
I was just thinking, is this
what all the fuss is about?
???:
Bit of a buzz-kill, really.
Judge:
"Buzz-kill"...? Is this some
new kind of crime?
???:
One of the worst.
This is a trial, ja?
???:
Where are the sweaty palms?
The pounding hearts?
???:
A Gavinners concert's
got ten times the thrill
this gig's got.
Judge:
Who... were you, again?
Klavier:
Klavier. Klavier Gavin.
Klavier:
I came... to get the party
started. Legally, ja?
Judge:
Gavin? Defense Attorney
Kristoph Gavin's...?
Klavier:
Ah, figures my bro's more
famous in this part of town.
Phoenix:
(Klavier Gavin...)
Phoenix:
(Lead singer for the megahit
band, the Gavinners.)
Phoenix:
(You're out of your league,
rock-boy.)
Klavier:
I know what you're thinking:
"You're out of your league,
rock-boy."
----------------------------
Klavier Gavin
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Star prosecutor and
rock group, The Gavinners.
----------------------------
Phoenix:
......
Klavier:
True, my debut single,
"13 Years Hard Time for Love",
went platinum overnight...
Klavier:
...but that's just a hobby
to me compared to this, ja?
Phoenix:
...Talkative, aren't you?
I like your affected
Euro-rock accent, by the way.
Klavier:
I'm just getting warmed up,
Herr Attorney Wright.
Judge:
Perhaps you would be so kind
as to fill us in on the case?
Klavier:
...Achtung, baby.
Time to call on the opening
act.
Klavier:
...What was his name again?
Ah yes... Detective Gumshoe!
Hit it!
Klavier:
...And you are?
Gumshoe:
Hey, you were the one who
called me up here... sir.
Gumshoe:
Name's Dick Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
I'm a homicide detective
down at the precinct.
Phoenix:
(Detective Gumshoe... Long
time no see.)
Gumshoe:
Hey, you!
----------------------------
Dick Gumshoe
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Homicide detective at the
local precinct. In charge of
----------------------------
Phoenix:
H-Huh? Me?
Gumshoe:
Today's the day, pal.
Gumshoe:
Today, I win, and you lose!
Gumshoe:
I got confidence in my
testimony today, see.
Phoenix:
(What, you normally lack
confidence in your
testimony...?)
Klavier:
...Herr Detective, this is my
stage. Can the antics.
Gumshoe:
Huh...?
Klavier:
All this "hey you"-ing and
such.
Klavier:
And I could care less about
your history together.
Gumshoe:
Urk.
Judge:
...Very well, Detective
Gumshoe, if you would.
Judge:
Please tell us about the
case at hand.
Gumshoe:
It happened six days back,
in a room at the General
Hospital!
Gumshoe:
The facts are as simple as
they come. Here's the crime
scene.
Gumshoe:
The victim was a patient,
asleep in a hospital bed.
Gumshoe:
The killer comes in, puts a
pistol to his forehead, and
bam. Lights out.
Gumshoe:
...Them's the facts.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
Not so long ago, the victim,
Magnifi Gramarye was a famous
man.
Judge:
He had the entire country
under his "magical spell",
as it were.
Klavier:
Ah yes, the great magician.
He retired years ago, though.
Klavier:
Say the name "Magnifi" to one
of my generation... and you'd
be lucky to get a blank stare.
Judge:
Yes, though I'm sure the
youngsters today know his
disciples even better.
Judge:
I daresay Troupe Gramarye
has made quite a name for
themselves.
Gumshoe:
Anyhow, the retired Magnifi's
been in the hospital for the
last year.
Gumshoe:
Hmm, what was it?
Gumshoe:
A mall-ignorant tutor or
something.
Gumshoe:
Doing something to his
liver, I think. Yeah.
Judge:
A "malignant tumor", perhaps?
Klavier:
In other words, he had
liver cancer.
Klavier:
He had only three months
left to live, in fact.
** Magnifi's Chart added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Magnifi's Chart
Type: Documents
Diagnosed with a malignant
tumor. Given 3 months. Touch
=Check=
-Patient's Name
Magnifi Gramarye (Age:67) Male
-Notes
Malignant tumor in liver has
progressed to final stage with
no hope of recovery. Patient
has three months to live.
Patient has chronic diabetes,
requires regular insulin.
----------------------------
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
The facts do seem simple
enough.
Judge:
But... something's not right.
Klavier:
...The victim was already
climbing a three-month
stairway to heaven.
Klavier:
...Why not wait for him to
knock-knock-knock on heaven's
door? Why shoot him?
Phoenix:
(I wouldn't have put it quite
so lyrically, but it's true.)
Phoenix;
(Why make the effort to commit
murder when the victim was
about to die?)
Gumshoe:
Incidentally, the victim had
a serious case of diabetes.
Phoenix:
Diabetes?
Klavier:
In fact, he was about to
"shoot up" with insulin...
Klavier:
...when he was shot with
a pistol. The syringe was
found at the crime scene.
Klavier:
Chronic diabetes... and
cancer.
Klavier:
As much as it pains me to
say it...
Klavier:
...the victim was clearly
at the end of his life.
** Small Syringe added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Small Syringe
Type: Evidence
Used for administering insulin
shots. Has been washed and
shows no sign of use.
=Check -> Examine Measuring Marks=
Phoenix:
...I always hated getting
shots.
Phoenix:
I guess Magnifi was giving
himself the insulin shots...
Phoenix:
There's no way I could do
that... *shudder*
Phoenix:
...! Wait!
Phoenix:
If Magnifi used this to
inject his insulin...
Phoenix:
...why are there no traces of
it having been used?
Phoenix:
Hmm...
Something to keep in mind.
----------------------------
Judge:
Hmm... I believe the question
before us is clear, then.
Judge:
Why did the killer have to
shoot this dying man?
Judge:
What reason could he have had?
Klavier:
...Very well, Detective.
Klavier:
Perhaps you can enlighten us
as to the circumstances of
the shooting.
Gumshoe:
Y-Yes, sir!
-- The Circumstances --
Gumshoe:
Actually... the victim
kind of ordered the defendant
to do him in.
Gumshoe:
A few days before it happened,
the victim sent a letter
"ordering" his own murder.
Gumshoe:
The defendant did what was
asked of him, and shot the
old man in the forehead!
Gumshoe:
The bullet was fired from the
pistol found at the scene,
no doubt about it.
Gumshoe:
And the pistol definitely
belonged to the old man, sir!
Judge:
Wh-Whaaat!?
Judge:
You're saying the victim
ordered his own shooting?
Klavier:
Those are the facts. I have
here the letter in question.
** Magnifi's Letter added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Magnifi's Letter
Type: Documents
Letter asking Zak to shoot
him. Touch the Check Button
for details.
=Check=
To my beloved student, Zak.

To you I entrust the task of
lowering my life's curtain.
Come on the 13th, 11:05 PM.
I will ready a gun with which
you will shoot, one shot,
square in the forehead.
You cannot refuse, and we
both know the reason why.
Magnifi Gramarye
----------------------------
Judge:
...Very unusual, indeed!
Judge:
Although, could such a thing
as a letter really cause one
to pull a trigger, I wonder?
Klavier:
I believe the answer to that
question can be found at the
end of the letter.
Judge:
Ah... "You cannot refuse, and
we both know the reason why."
Judge:
Detective Gumshoe, can you
Gumshoe:
Unfortunately, even the
defendant won't say a peep
about that bit, sir.
Phoenix:
One thing bothers me about
this.
Phoenix:
Why didn't he just say "11"?
Phoenix:
Why have him come at "11:05"
without some specific
reason...?
Klavier:
The devil is in the details,
Herr Attorney...
Judge:
Well? Was there some reason?
Klavier:
As it turns out, there was.
Every night, for a half
hour, starting at 11:00...
Klavier:
...the victim, Magnifi
Gramarye, was given an IV.
Phoenix:
An IV...?
Judge:
There it is in the picture,
off to the side of the bed.
Klavier:
At 11:00, a doctor would come
to set up the IV.
Klavier:
Thirty minutes later, he would
come back for the empty bag.
Klavier:
This happened every night,
without fail.
Phoenix:
So that was the only time they
could meet without the chance
of an untimely interruption.
Phoenix:
...During his IV.
Judge:
Very well, shall we begin?
Judge:
...Mr. Wright, your
cross-examination, if
you would!
Phoenix:
(What's this "reason he
couldn't refuse", I wonder?)
Phoenix:
(He could have at least
mentioned it to me...)
-- The Circumstances --
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
The witness's statement is
clearly faulty, Your Honor!
Judge:
...
Judge:
I'm sorry, but I can
see nothing faulty.
Judge:
Unfortunately, I will have
to penalize you, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Ugh, I must be on
the wrong track...?)
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
This evidence clearly reveals
the contradiction in that
statement, Your Honor!
Judge:
How exactly are the
evidence and the statement
just now related?
Phoenix:
They aren't, are they...
Judge:
Not at all.
Judge:
Mr. Wright, please think
the facts over before
making accusations.
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
Your Honor! That statement
contradicts this evidence!
Judge:
...?
Judge:
It does? I don't see
anything contradictory...
Phoenix:
Huh? Really?
Judge:
Judge:
Try to think before you make
accusations, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Whoops!
That didn't go so well.)
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
Your Honor! What do you think
about the witness's statement?
Judge:
Uh... I'm not sure
I follow you.
Phoenix:
It clearly, er, contradicts
the... um... I thought...
Judge:
You don't sound very
sure, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
Phoenix:
Gumshoe:
Actually... the victim
kind of ordered the defendant
to do him in.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
Just because he got the letter
doesn't mean he went through
with it!
Klavier:
Oh? I disagree.
Klavier:
The victim was, indeed, shot
in the forehead, after all.
Just as he had commanded.
Phoenix:
It could be a set-up.
Phoenix:
But let's not be in such a
hurry. Maybe we should let
the witness talk for a change.
Gumshoe:
...Thanks, pal.
Klavier:
......
Klavier:
Fine. I can play it slow as
well as I can play it fast.
Klavier:
On with the testimony,
Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe:
A few days before it happened,
the victim sent a letter
"ordering" his own murder.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
...And this letter was sent
by the victim?
Gumshoe:
There it is! Gotcha! You're
all mine this time, pal.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Gumshoe:
I had the handwriting checked
out, of course. It's the
victim's, no mistake!
Phoenix:
Ah, I see...
Gumshoe:
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Score one for the boys!
Phoenix:
(I didn't "lose". I was just
ascertaining the facts.)
Phoenix:
(...So why am I so annoyed?)
Judge:
But... a letter ordering
your own death?
Judge:
Things aren't what they used
to be, I guess.
Phoenix:
I'm not sure this is exactly
"commonplace", even now, Your
Honor.
Gumshoe:
...So anyway, guess I'll keep
going while I'm ahead!
Gumshoe:
The defendant did what was
asked of him, and shot the
old man in the forehead!
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
...How can you be so sure!?
Gumshoe:
Hey, you gotta learn to stop
relying on people to do your
thinking for you, pal.
Gumshoe:
Learn to think for yourself!
Get that noggin cranking!
Phoenix:
(You fail to grasp the concept
of "questioning", detective.)
Gumshoe:
First, we got this letter.
Gumshoe:
It says "shoot... in the
forehead" loud and clear.
Phoenix:
I can see that. But I still
wouldn't do it.
Gumshoe:
Well, maybe you need to grow
yourself a backbone, pal.
Phoenix:
(You fail to grasp the concept
of "shooting people is bad",
detective.)
Gumshoe:
We also found the defendant's
pistol at the scene.
Klavier:
Traces of gunpowder residue
shows [sic] that it had been fired
recently.
Judge:
...Well, Mr. Wright?
Judge:
As far as I can tell from
looking at this photo...
Judge:
...there seems to be no issue
with the prosecution's claim.
Phoenix:
(The photo... Maybe there's
something in there I can
use.)
Phoenix:
(So they're saying the
defendant "shot the victim
in the forehead"?)
Phoenix:
(I think there's a hole in
the prosecution's argument!
Clearly, Mr. Enigmar...)
[ I have no clue. ]
Phoenix:
Unfortunately, nothing in this
picture suggests he didn't
do it.
Judge:
Ah, I see.
That is unfortunate.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Klavier:
Well, let's pay it no mind
and carry on, shall we?
I like a fast tempo.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Gumshoe:
Hey, I still got stuff to
talk about, pal!
Phoenix:
(...Everyone's so eager to
move on. So of course, I want
to slow down.)
Phoenix:
(...Is there really not a
single clue in this picture?)
Judge:
Back to the testimony, if
you would, detective.
[ didn't pull the trigger. ]
Phoenix:
People don't normally commit
murder just because their
teacher told them to.
Phoenix:
Which means the defendant
didn't fire that pistol!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...This is your position,
then?
Phoenix:
Um, well, yes.
Klavier:
This is the sort of occasion
when my brother would present
some "evidence".
Phoenix:
...Ah.
Klavier:
Did you have some evidence
you wanted to show us?
Klavier:
Something proving it wasn't
the defendant who shot the
old man?
Phoenix:
......
......
Judge:
Penalty for excessive
perspiration, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(But it's a cold sweat,
Your Honor...)
[ shot something else. ]
Phoenix:
Looking at this photo, another
possibility occurs to me.
Judge:
Yes...?
Phoenix:
What does the letter tell us?
Phoenix:
That the defendant had a
"reason he couldn't refuse"
his teacher's wishes.
Gumshoe:
Bingo, pal!
Gumshoe:
That's why the defendant
popped him one in the
forehead!
Phoenix:
Oh? The defense disagrees.
Phoenix:
You see, the defendant had
another choice he could make.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
What, and you can prove
that with this photo!?
Phoenix:
...I can prove he had a
choice, yes.
Judge:
"The defendant might have
fired, like he was ordered."
Judge:
"But he didn't shoot the
victim's forehead."
Judge:
Well, let's hear what you're
thinking, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
If he didn't shoot the
victim's forehead, what did
the defendant shoot?
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Ah... I see!
Which is to say...
Judge:
...I have no idea what you're
talking about. Prosecutor
Gavin?
Klavier:
The defendant had a choice
other than shooting the
victim in the forehead?
Klavier:
...Perhaps I might suggest
one.
Klavier:
He could have shot this
attorney in the forehead!
Phoenix:
...Urk!
Judge:
Ah... I see.
Which is to say...
Judge:
...I still don't see.
Judge:
Still, when in doubt, give
a penalty, I always say.
Phoenix:
(Ugh. Time to think this one
through again.)
((Present Clown Forehead))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
The clown doll...?
Phoenix:
Take a closer look. See? It's
been shot in the forehead,
too.
Judge:
Ah...! There's a hole in its
forehead!
Phoenix:
Yes, and a hole in the
prosecution's claim!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Hah! And I suppose you have
a reason as to why he'd shoot
the clown doll?
Phoenix:
He didn't just shoot the doll.
He shot the doll's forehead.
Klavier:
His "forehead"...?
Aah...!
Phoenix:
Let's read the "orders" once
more, shall we?
Phoenix:
"...You will shoot, one shot,
square in the forehead."
Phoenix:
...Which is exactly what he
did.
Phoenix:
He shot the clown doll square
in the forehead!
Judge:
The defense has raised an
intriguing possibility.
Judge:
That hole in the clown's
forehead... It definitely
looks like it was shot!
Judge:
Bailiff! Send someone to
investigate this matter!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
I admit, I'm impressed.
But I expected nothing less.
Klavier:
Still, this doesn't mean he
didn't shoot the victim!
Phoenix:
*OBJECION!*
Phoenix:
Perhaps he did have to shoot
a forehead, as ordered.
Phoenix:
But the letter says nothing
about whose forehead...
Phoenix:
This was the only way he
had to follow his orders
without taking a life!
Judge:
Hmm. The bullet hole in the
clown doll's forehead does
demand an explanation.
Judge:
It might very well be a clue.
Yet Prosecutor Gavin is right.
Judge:
It alone does not prove the
defendant's innocence.
Judge:
You cannot say for sure the
defendant didn't shoot the
victim.
Klavier:
So sorry, Mr. Wright. How sad
it is to see the mighty fall.
Phoenix:
(...How sad it is to see the
novice's overconfidence.)
Phoenix:
(He doesn't realize just how
big this little "hole" is
going to get.)
Judge:
...Detective Gumshoe.
Judge:
Please take this new-found
fact into account as you
continue your testimony.
Gumshoe:
The bullet was fired from the
pistol found at the scene,
no doubt about it.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
You mean this pistol, the one
in the crime scene photo?
Gumshoe:
...That's the one!
Gumshoe:
It's a funny-looking gun
so there's no mistaking it.
Klavier:
We compared the bullet taken
from the victim's skull with
a bullet fired from this gun.
Klavier:
The rifling marks on the
bullets were a perfect match.
Phoenix:
So... you verified the
murder weapon, in other words.
Gumshoe:
You bet we did!
Gumshoe:
And the pistol definitely
belonged to the old man, sir!
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
...Why are you so certain?
Gumshoe:
What pile of sand has your
head been stuck in all this
time, pal?
Gumshoe:
You never heard of "Zak &
Valant's Quick-Draw Shootem"?
Phoenix:
Huh? What's that?
Gumshoe:
One of the defendant's
specialties.
Gumshoe:
Zak and Valant stand on either
side of a girl!
Gumshoe:
Then, they shoot!
Gumshoe:
But the bullets don't hit
her!
Gumshoe:
Intead, they hit everything
else on stage!!!
Gumshoe:
This was one of the pistols
they used in their show.
Gumshoe:
Got a great design, huh?
The kids love it.
Klavier:
Many boys and girls joined the
police because of that pistol,
I hear.
Phoenix:
(You know, that would explain
a lot about the police force.)
Gumshoe:
Troupe Gramarye stopped
doing that act a while ago.
Gumshoe:
The old man held on to that
pistol ever since.
((Pressed 4 and 5))
Judge:
...The court would like to
see the pistol in question.
Gumshoe:
You got it, sir!
Here she is!
Judge:
Well. This truly is a "blast"
from the past.
Gumshoe:
It's a stage pistol for magic
shows, see.
Gumshoe:
But it can fire real bullets.
Judge:
Hmm. It looks so much bigger
in real life than on TV.
Gumshoe:
Yeah, but it can only hold
one round.
Gumshoe:
...By the way, the pistol's
firing chamber is empty.
Gumshoe:
...And it shows traces of
having been fired recently.
Phoenix:
So... were any fingerprints
found on the gun?
Klavier:
...Unfortunately, no.
Klavier:
Of course, the defendant
is known for wearing gloves.
Klavier:
We might say that a lack of
fingerprints is, in fact, a
"fingerprint" of its own.
Judge:
Ah ha! Intriguing point, well
made!
Phoenix:
Whoa whoa whoa!
Not well made! Not intriguing!
Judge:
In any case, the court accepts
this evidence.
** Stage Pistol added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Stage Pistol
Type: Weapons
by Detective Gumshoe.
Fires one real bullet. Rifling
marks match bullet found in
victim. No fingerprints found.
=Check -> Examine Reverse Side=
Phoenix:
If you look closely, you can
see how the pistol's made to
bend here.
Phoenix:
It's a one-shot only model,
and I guess this bend is where
you load it.
Phoenix:
So... this is the famous
Gramarye Golden Gun.
Phoenix:
They say kids used to love
pretending they had one of
these.
Phoenix:
I wonder if they pretended
to miss their targets, too?
----------------------------
Judge:
...My grandchild would get
a kick out of seeing this.
Judge:
...But now it's time to return
to our testimony.
Gumshoe:
So what if he shot the clown?
He still shot the victim, pal!
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
So let me get this straight.
Phoenix:
You're saying my client first
shot the clown, then shot the
victim?
Gumshoe:
Hey! Not a bad summary, pal!
Phoenix:
(More of a confirmation than
a summary, but whatever.)
Klavier:
That was really more of a
confirmation than a summary.
Klavier:
But our defense attorney seems
pleased enough with himself.
Phoenix:
(Do these people ever miss
a chance to mock me?)
Klavier:
Wel, now that Mr. Wright's
gotten that out of his
system...
Klavier:
...shall we continue with the
testimony?
Phoenix:
(...I didn't have time to
gather all the details before
coming in here.)
Phoenix:
(This testimony might be my
only source of information.)
Phoenix:
(Better pay attention... and
read this letter carefully.)
((Present Stage Pistol))
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
The trickiest cases often
seem the simplest.
Phoenix:
Prosecutor Gavin, you missed
the bullet hole in the clown's
forehead.
Phoenix:
If you hadn't missed that,
you might have come to a very
different conclusion.
Phoenix:
...Understand?
Gumshoe:
Y-Yeah, but like I just
said, pal...
Gumshoe:
...after he shot the clown
in the forehead, he went
and...
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
...Did nothing of the sort
to the victim. The pistol
proves he could not.
Judge:
The murder weapon? How?
Phoenix:
It's quite simple, Your
Honor.
Phoenix:
This pistol only holds one
bullet at a time.
Gumshoe:
Ah...!
Phoenix:
If he had shot the clown in
the forehead...
Phoenix:
...he couldn't have shot
the victim, too!
Gumshoe:
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeargh!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Th-That's not a contradiction.
Not even close!
Klavier:
All he had to do was
reload the pistol after
the first shot!
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
Oh? Where did he get the
extra bullet? They're not
so easy to come by, you know.
Phoenix:
If you claim the defendant
"had one ready"...
Phoenix:
...then prove to us how
he got it!
Klavier:
Urk...!
Klavier:
......
Heh... Ha ha ha...
Klavier:
I had a feeling this wasn't
over yet.
Klavier:
No... this party's just
getting started.
Klavier:
And I haven't proven anything
yet, beyond my good looks,
and startling record sales.
Phoenix:
(And utter lack of humility.)
Judge:
Hmm...
Ah... what's this?
Judge:
It seems that the prosecution
has another witness prepared.
Klavier:
Like I said, Herr Detective
was just the warm-up act.
Gumshoe:
...Ugh.
Klavier:
Now that the audience has
gotten a taste of what's to
come, they're ready.
Phoenix:
...Ready for what?
Klavier:
For my decisive witness,
of course.
Klavier:
A witness who, you will find,
can prove one thing for us:
Klavier:
That it was Zak Gramarye who
shot the victim in the
forehead!
Judge:
...Very well.
Judge:
We will pause for a
15-minute recess.
Phoenix:
(This might be my lucky
break...)
Phoenix:
(I'll need that 15 minutes
to talk to my client... Zak.)
Judge:
...Court is adjourned!
To be continued.
============================
Episode 4
7 Years Ago: Trial Latter -40702-
============================
---
April 19, 11:21 AM
District Court
---
Zak:
Very impressive, Mr. Wright.
I have to say, I expected
nothing less.
Phoenix:
...We've only just begun.
Phoenix:
I was hoping you could tell
me a bit more about what
happened, actually.
Zak:
I did not think you would
believe me if I told you.
Zak:
Better that you discovered
the truth for yourself.
Zak:
I was thinking of you,
you know.
Phoenix:
I think we need less thinking
and more talking!
Phoenix:
That night in the hospital...
What really happened?
Zak:
Ah, the way your eyes gleam,
Mr. Wright...
Zak:
...you'll scare Trucy.
Phoenix:
(Speaking of which, where is
she?)
Zak:
You have seen the problem
yourself: the letter.
Phoenix:
The "one shot in the forehead"
one, right?
Zak:
Yes, and the reason he speaks
of.
Zak:
I could not deny my mentor's
wishes... even if it meant
my own death.
Phoenix:
Why not...?
Zak:
This is something I will not
say... for now, at least.
Phoenix:
(What's this "for now"
business?)
Zak:
I have done many things in
my life, some well, some
poorly.
Zak:
But this is a cross we must
bear alone to our graves.
Phoenix:
..."We"?
Zak:
You wanted to know about the
night of the incident?
Phoenix:
(Finally... This guy sure
likes to take his time getting
to the important stuff.)
Zak:
Of course, I had no intention
of shooting my mentor.
Zak:
I snuck into his room that
night at the appointed time.
Zak:
And found there upon his
bedside table two pistols.
Phoenix:
..."Two"?
Zak:
Yes. The one I had used
on stage...
Zak:
...and the one that had been
used by my partner, Valant.
Phoenix:
Oh, for the "Zak & Valant's
Quick-Draw" thing?
Zak:
My mentor... had the look of
one sleeping.
Zak:
I stood by his bedside,
hearing only the light
sound of his breathing.
Zak:
...Then I took the pistol
into my hand.
Zak:
I cannot deny that my resolve
faltered then, for a moment.
Phoenix:
You "faltered"...? You mean
you thought about shooting
him?
Zak:
Recall there was a reason I
could not refuse his request.
Zak:
His last such request...
though not his first.
Phoenix:
So... there were other
requests you "couldn't
refuse" before?
Zak:
To be honest, I've not always
been steadfast... and I fear
I've brought pain upon Trucy.
Phoenix:
(Was Magnifi coercing his
disciples somehow?)
Phoenix:
(Just what was going on in
Troupe Gramarye...?)
Zak:
Yet... in the end, I did not
shoot him.
Zak:
Instead, I turned and shot
the clown!
Zak:
I took the pistol I had fired
and placed it in my pocket.
Phoenix:
In your pocket?
Zak:
I believe if you examine the
bullet in the clown's head...
Zak:
...you will find it to be
different than the one in my
mentor.
Zak:
The...
What were those called?
Phoenix:
"Rifling marks".
Zak:
Yes. Well, that is all I have
to tell you... concerning the
case.
Phoenix:
"Concerning the case"...?
Phoenix:
You mean, there's something
else you can tell me?
Zak:
Heh... Ha ha ha!
You are a fascinating man,
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...Thanks?
Zak:
Yes... there is something.
Zak:
My mentor... his eyes opened.
Phoenix:
What!? Magnifi Gramarye...?
Zak:
The old devil.
He was not asleep, you see.
Zak:
...Of course, the gunshot
would have woken him anyway.
Zak:
And there we had our last
discussion as mentor and
pupil.
Zak:
It was not a long discussion.
Maybe five, ten minutes or so.
Phoenix:
What did you talk about...?
Zak:
Ha ha. Mr. Wright.
...Did I not just tell you?
Zak:
It does not concern this case.
Phoenix:
(Zak Gramarye... He seems
pretty steadfast to me... or
maybe just stubborn.)
Bailiff:
Mr. Wright! Your presence is
requested in the courtroom!
Zak:
Once again, I am in your
hands.
Phoenix:
...Right. Let's get back
in there.
---
April 19, 11:37 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 7
---
Judge:
Klavier:
During our recess, a bullet
was found in and dug out from
the clown's head.
Judge:
Well! This is news!
And the rifling marks...?
Klavier:
There wasn't time to do a
detailed analysis.
Klavier:
Though they did find the
weapon type matches the
murder weapon.
Judge:
Hmm... Well, that's not very
conclusive, is it?
Klavier:
Which is why I'm about to call
my very decisive witness.
Phoenix:
Your "decisive witness"?
How many times have I heard
those words...
Phoenix:
...though they often turn out
to be far less decisive than
you think.
Klavier:
...Oh, don't worry on my
account. I'm quite confident
this witness will do the job.
Klavier:
After all, he is intimately
acquainted with the players
in our little production...
Klavier:
...being the other half of
Troupe Gramarye's famous
duo... "Zak & Valant"!
Phoenix:
Phoenix:
(So, we get to meet the Great
Magnifi's other disciple!)
Klavier:
Perhaps we'll start by asking
your name and occupation?
Valant:
Valant Gramarye... Magician.
Judge:
Er, and you're the "decisive
witness", are you?
----------------------------
Valant Gramarye
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Zak's young partner and
understudy. The two of them
on stage was a sight to see.
----------------------------
Judge:
You can prove your fellow
student... your partner's
guilt?
Valant:
"Fate"... the grand illusion,
filled with traps and tricks.
Phoenix:
W-Wait! The shooting took
place in that hospital
after 11 o'clock at night!
Phoenix:
If you're a "witness", does
that mean you were there
that late?
Valant:
If one were to deduce this
logically, the conclusion
is... yes!
Phoenix:
Um... OK.
(I always get the characters,
don't I?)
Klavier:
I have an interesting fact
for you. You see, several
days before the crime...
Klavier:
...my witness received this.
Judge:
That... looks very familiar...
Phoenix:
W-Wait...
Phoenix:
That's the same letter Zak
Gramarye received!
Valant:
Yes. Or perhaps I should say
"ta da"!
Judge:
Judge:
And what does it say? Surely
not the same thing!
Klavier:
Perhaps you should see for
yourself.
To my beloved student, Valant.

Magnifi Gramarye
Judge:
Why, it's practically the
same!
Judge:
evidence!
** Magnifi's Letter 2 added

----------------------------
Magnifi's Letter 2
Type: Documents
Letter telling Valant to come
at 11:20 PM. Touch the Check
Button for details.
=Check=
To my beloved student, Valant.

Magnifi Gramarye
----------------------------
Judge:
This is most unusual...
Exactly what was going on
with you folks?
Judge:
What exactly was your "Troupe
Gramarye" up to?
Valant:
...By which you mean?
Judge:
I'm just having trouble
envisioning a man who would
ask his students to kill him.
Judge:
Both of them, no less!
Klavier:
It's just my opinion, Herr
Judge.
Klavier:
But from these letters, I'd
say he was coercing them,
not asking them.
Valant:
We walked the magician's path
together, and in so doing,
shared much of our lives.
Valant:
When people are so close,
there is strain... a warping
of relations, you might say.
Valant:
...Yet this has nothing to
do with the case at hand.
Phoenix:
(By which you mean you're not
going to tell us.)
Phoenix:
(...Which makes me wonder even
more about this "reason they
couldn't refuse".)
Judge:
...Well, let's get on with the
testimony for starters.
Judge:
The defendant, Zak Gramarye
stands accused. Tell us why.
Valant:
...Oh, I'll do more than that.
Valant:
"For where he walks, the red
roses rise singing hymns to
the miracle that is magic!"
Phoenix:
Fascinating.
Though, I hardly need to
remind you...
Phoenix:
...that the evidence could
just as clearly point to you
as the suspect.
Phoenix:
The letter, the murder
weapon...
Phoenix:
...and now, the two bullets
found at the scene.
Judge:
In fact, the only difference
seems to be the designated
time...
Valant:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
As every magician knows...
timing is everything.
Klavier:
Yes... And now it's time to
get this party fired up!
-- The Night of the Crime --
Valant:
That night, I visited the
hospital room at the time
Magnifi requested.
Valant:
The smell of gunpowder hung
in the room... and my mentor
had taken his final bow.
Valant:
I did not imagine my fellow
student might have received
the same instructions!
Valant:
Yet a deal with the dead is
still a deal. Death's sweet
kiss... I gave to the clown.
Valant:
Then I informed the doctor
and the police.
Judge:
Hmm...
So you were the one who
reported the crime?
Valant:
Indeed.
I would think...
Valant:
...this fact alone would
clear my name of suspicion!
Phoenix:
Let's not jump to any
conclusions!
Judge:
Yes, the cross-examination
generally comes before the
conclusions in this court.
Judge:
But, if your testimony
proves to be true...
Judge:
...then the defendant, Zak
Gramarye, is guilty.
Phoenix:
(And if it wasn't Zak
Gramarye, then the killer
was you, Valant!)
Phoenix:
(And no disappearing act
will get you out of that.)
-- The Night of the Crime --
Valant:
That night, I visited the
hospital room at the time
Magnifi requested.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
...Which, according to the
letter, was 11:20 PM?
Valant:
...Indeed.
Valant:
In magic, timing is
everything.
Phoenix:
...Right.
Valant:
Consider, the illusion of
teleportation.
Valant:
If I were to appear on stage
before my stunt double has
left, how would that look?
Valant:
Why, it would reveal the very
secrets of my magic!
Klavier:
Now that you've revealed the
very secrets of your magic
for all of us, let's move on.
Klavier:
You went at the designated
time... and what did you see?
Valant:
The smell of gunpowder hung
in the room... and my mentor
had taken his final bow.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
So... you weren't worried
for your own safety at all?
Phoenix:
I mean, you smelled gunpowder,
yes? What if the shooter was
still nearby?
Valant:
I... I did not consider
this, to be honest.
Valant:
It is forbidden for a magician
to have a good imagination.
Phoenix:
...Uh, really?
(Isn't magic all about
illusions and imagination?)
Phoenix:
How about this: you were the
shooter, which is why you
weren't afraid.
Valant:
N-Now you are the one
imagining!
Valant:
It is forbidden for a lawyer
to have a good imagination.
Judge:
The witness will refrain from
pausing so suspiciously before
responding.
Judge:
...My forbidden imagination
is starting to imagine things.
Valant:
I did not imagine my fellow
student might have received
the same instructions!
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
Which brings us back to this
"reason" neither of you could
refuse.
Valant:
So it does. And my partner,
he did not refuse.
Phoenix:
But Magnifi wrote the same
thing to you.
Phoenix:
Why could you "refuse" if
Zak couldn't?
Valant:
Because I have a will of
steel!
Of course...
Valant:
...I also do this trick where
I bend steel bars. So perhaps
steel isn't all so strong.
Phoenix:
(...So which is it!?)
Valant:
...Mind if I continue?
Valant:
Yet a deal with the dead is
still a deal. Death's sweet
kiss... I gave to the clown.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
There were two bullet holes
at the scene: one in the
victim, and one in the clown.
Phoenix:
You're saying the one who
shot the clown... was you?
Valant:
No doubt my partner Zak
has said much the same thing.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, because whoever didn't
shoot the clown committed
murder.)
Phoenix:
(I'd better dig around here
a bit more... and see what I
turn up.)
Phoenix:
Mr. Valant... Let me ask about
something else concerning the
crime scene, namely...
[ the bullet in the pistol. ]
Phoenix:
In order to shoot a pistol,
you need a bullet. Where was
the bullet?
Valant:
...I entered the room, and
took the pistol in my hand.
Valant:
The bullet was already loaded,
ready to fire at any time.
Valant:
A magician is always prepared,
you see.
Phoenix:
Prepared for...?
Valant:
One never knows when a miracle
will be called for.
Valant:
A magician always has seven
doves in his pocket, and a
white rabbit up each sleeve!
Klavier:
Clearly, we're dealing with
professionals here.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
Is this bullet that was loaded
in the pistol really so
important?
[ Quite important ]
Phoenix:
Without a loaded bullet, we
wouldn't have a murder. It's
very important, Your Honor.
Judge:
...Very well.
Judge:
Please add this detail to
your testimony!
Valant:
...What can I do, but obey?
[ Not important ]
Phoenix:
...Actually, let me ask
about something else.
Judge:
continue with the testimony.
Valant:
[ the location of the pistol. ]
Phoenix:
Where exactly was the pistol
when you entered the room?
Valant:
...Atop a small bedside
table, it was.
Valant:
As if to say, "Here I am,
take me into your hand, pull
my trigger. Shoot him."
Klavier:
The victim clearly wanted to
be shot.
Judge:
But... why?
Klavier:
Perhaps he wanted to go out...
with a bang?
Klavier:
...Yet we will never hear the
truth from his lips, so all
we can do... is guess.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
Is the location of the pistol
all that important?
[ Quite important ]
Phoenix:
Without a murder weapon, there
would be no murder! It's very
important, Your Honor.
Judge:
...Very well.
Judge:
your testimony!
Valant:
[ Not important ]
Phoenix:
Judge:
Valant:
[ the number of pistols. ]
Phoenix:
How many pistols were there
when you entered the room?
Valant:
...By which you mean what,
precisely?
Phoenix:
Two pistols were used in the
"Zak & Valant Quick-Draw
Shootem", correct?
Phoenix:
One for each of you.
Valant:
You are well informed, yet...
Valant:
...only one of my "old
friends" sat in the hospital
room that night.
Phoenix:
(What did Zak tell me back
in the lobby...?)
Zak:
of shooting my mentor.
Zak:
I snuck into his room that
night at the appointed time.
Zak:
And found there upon his
bedside table two pistols.
Zak:
I took the pistol I had fired
and placed it in my pocket.
Judge:
Hmm... I see no problem with
that statement.
Judge:
Only one pistol is visible
in the photograph of the
crime scene, after all.
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
So you picked up that pistol
and fired it?
Valant:
Indeed I did. Allakazam...
Allakazing... Allakaboom.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
Is the number of pistols
really so important?
[ Quite important ]
Phoenix:
The number of pistols is
quite important, Your Honor.
Judge:
...Very well.
Judge:
your testimony!
Valant:
[ Not important ]
Phoenix:
Judge:
Valant:
Valant:
The pistol was already loaded.
I merely had to pull the
trigger.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
If the pistol was already
loaded, something doesn't
make sense.
Phoenix:
Why weren't the victim's
fingerprints on it?
Valant:
You should know that we of
the Troupe Gramarye are
capable of many things.
Valant:
One of these being the
levitation of iron balls...
without touching them.
Klavier:
There's no magic involved
here. The shooter was just
methodical, is all.
Klavier:
He simply wiped everything
of fingerprints.
Phoenix:
(Can't really do much with
fingerprints that weren't
there.)
Phoenix:
(Maybe I should ask about
something else?)
Same as before
Same as before
[ No need ]
Phoenix:
(...On second thought, let's
run with this testimony for
a while longer.)
Valant:
I took up the pistol from
the small table and shot
the clown.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
Why did you do that? I would
think calling the police
would come first.
Valant:
Then you know nothing of the
relationship between a master
and his disciple!
Valant:
If your master says die, you
die. Do you understand?
Phoenix:
So, you're going to die?
Valant:
Certainly not!
...It was but an example!
Valant:
In any case, I wanted to
fulfill my obligation.
Valant:
A final courtesy to a great
mentor, perhaps.
Valant:
Or, perhaps not!
Phoenix:
(...Perhaps I'm totally
confused.)
Phoenix:
something else?)
Same as before
Same as before
[ No need ]
Phoenix:
a while longer.)
Valant:
Only one pistol was in the
hospital room that night.
With it, I shot the clown.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
So you took the only pistol
there, and fired it?
Valant:
...That's correct.
Phoenix:
And that pistol was this one,
which was left at the crime
scene?
Valant:
Good show! I see you, too,
are a magician of sorts.
Phoenix:
(And you're an idiot of
sorts...)
Phoenix:
(Do you have any idea what
you just said...?)
Klavier:
I see the fire in your eyes
as you glare at the witness.
Klavier:
So how about heating up this
trial a bit? These slow
ballads bore me.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... I've got a hunch,
but maybe that's all it is.)
Phoenix:
something else?)
Same as before
Same as before
[ No need ]
Phoenix:
a while longer.)
Valant:
Then I informed the doctor
and the police.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
So you informed the police...
What did you do then?
Valant:
...What do you suppose I did?
Valant:
Used my magic to levitate my
mentor's corpse, perhaps?
Phoenix;
I don't know, that's why I'm
asking. Now please answer the
question and skip the sarcasm.
Valant:
After I made my report, I
called the doctor, and
we returned to the room.
Valant:
While we waited for the police
to arrive, we discussed...
stomach medicine.
Klavier:
We've confirmed this with the
doctor. It all checks out.
Klavier:
He praised Mr. Valant's
knowledge of stomach medicine,
in fact.
Valant:
...Ah, it is an honor I do
not deserve. But, I accept.
Phoenix:
(Both of Magnifi's students
received the same letter.)
Phoenix:
(Both admit to having gone to
the hospital that night.)
Phoenix:
(Two bullets were fired...
and one of them killed
Magnifi!)
Phoenix:
(Time to find the cracks
in his testimony...)
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
According to the defendant,
Zak Gramarye, when he entered
the room...
Phoenix:
...there were two pistols
on that table.
Judge:
Two...?
Phoenix:
One of those pistols he
used to shoot the clown
in the forehead.
Phoenix:
Then he left with it in
his pocket.
Klavier:
Of course, this is what he
would say.
Klavier:
Unlike the hapless clown,
we must assume our defendant
has some brains in his head.
Phoenix:
...Well, what about what
Mr. Valant has told us?
Phoenix:
You see, there's something
about his testimony that
doesn't make sense.
Valant:
...What might that be?
Valant:
I told you, I took the pistol
that was there, and shot the
clown...
Phoenix:
That's your story, at least.
Valant:
...?
Phoenix:
But the rifling marks tell
a very different story,
Mr. Valant.
Phoenix:
Recall what Prosecutor
Gavin told us!
Klavier:
We compared the bullet taken
from the victim's skull with
a bullet fired from this gun.
Klavier:
The rifling marks on the
bullets were a perfect match.
Valant:
Ah...
Phoenix:
Mr. Valant, if you fired
this pistol...
Phoenix:
...then YOU shot the victim
in the forehead!
Judge:
Judge:
Well, this is all rather
sudden...
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Heh heh heh heh...
What have I done?
Judge:
P-Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
I owe the court an apology.
Klavier:
...Sorry.
Phoenix:
S-Sorry for what!?
Klavier:
You see, I was unaware that
two of these unique pistols
were crafted.
Klavier:
The analysis of the rifling
marks only proved the type
of gun that fired them.
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
But... But that's not what
you told us before!
Phoenix:
You said you'd verified
the murder weapon!
Klavier:
Which is why I'm apologizing
to you now. Quite sincerely,
I might add.
Klavier:
...Would you hold me
accountable for a mistake
made in my youth?
Phoenix:
That was just this morning!
Klavier:
...I am still young.
Klavier:
And, I might add, it wasn't
really my fault.
Klavier:
If the defendant had only
admitted he took one pistol
from the scene of the crime...
Klavier:
...we would not be having
this pleasant discussion now.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
Hmm.
Valant Gramarye?
Valant:
...Yes, Your Honor?
Judge:
You were presented to this
court as a "decisive witness".
Judge:
But you've proven to be more
"divisive" than "decisive".
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...You'll see, in time.
Phoenix:
...!
Klavier:
The testimony so far has
merely been a review of
the "facts".
Klavier:
The proof... comes next.
Judge:
Care to elaborate, Prosecutor
Gavin?
Klavier:
When Mr. Valant entered the
hospital room, the victim had
already been shot.
Klavier:
As his next testimony will
prove! Herr Wright, the real
fight is about to begin.
Phoenix:
(...Bring it.)
Judge:
now testify to the court.
Judge:
Help us determine who shot
what!
-- Who Shot What --
Valant:
I arrived in the hospital
room at the appointed time,
which is to say 11:20 PM.
Valant:
After discovering the body,
I fulfilled my obligation...
then called in the doctor.
Valant:
The doctor examined the body
before the police arrived...
Valant:
He was quite clear about
the time of death: 11:10 PM.
Valant:
And the one in the room at
the time was my partner...
not me.
Judge:
Hmm...
Those times are rather close,
you have to admit.
Judge:
You're talking about an alibi
established over a matter
of minutes.
Judge:
To use a 10-minute discrepancy
as the basis of your alibi...
Klavier:
...Is easy to explain in this
situation, Herr Judge.
For example...
Klavier:
...take our debut hit single,
"13 Years Hard Time For Love".
Klavier:
Cue to the song, press the
play button, and it will play
for 2 minutes, 15 seconds.
Klavier:
Do it a hundred times, the
result is the same.
Phoenix:
(Their debut single was only
2 minutes and 15 seconds long?
What a rip-off!)
Klavier:
Magic is a world of utmost
precision! Hocus pocus...
requires admirable focus.
Klavier:
And in the time of death
determined by the doctor there
is an incontrovertible truth.
Judge:
...Very well. The prosecution
warns us that we're dealing
with rather precise times.
Judge:
And we can expect the
cross-examination to require
the same level of precision.
Klavier:
I would hope the defense
refrains from its customarily
broad, sweeping accusations.
Klavier:
...Lest we blur the focus
this case so clearly demands.
Judge:
...Point taken.
Judge:
Baseless remarks will result
in a penalty.
Judge:
Carry on, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
(Carry on... Right.)
-- Who Shot What --
Valant:
I arrived in the hospital
room at the appointed time,
which is to say 11:20 PM.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
11:20 PM... Can you prove
that's when you arrived?
Valant:
Alas, such a feat may be
beyond even the Great Valant.
Valant:
For there was no one in that
room but Magnifi, and he was
departed, after a fashion.
Klavier:
I have here defendant Zak
Gramarye's sworn deposition.
Klavier:
"I snuck into his room that
night at the appointed time."
Klavier:
"It was 10 minutes before I
left the room... and the
victim was still alive."
Judge:
The time indicated by this
letter to Zak was 11:05 PM.
Klavier:
Exactly.
Klavier:
Which means the witness could
not have entered that room
before 11:15!
Klavier:
...Because his partner was
still in the middle of his
crime.
Judge:
I see someone did their
arithmetic homework.
Klavier:
You see, the defendant himself
has corroborated the witness's
testimony!
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Does that all make
sense?)
[ Not a problem ]
Phoenix:
I don't see any problem
with that testimony.
Judge:
......
If you say so.
Judge:
Let's continue, shall we?
Valant:
Sometimes the most magical
thing of all... is the truth.
[ There's a contradiction ]
Phoenix:
...The only problem I see here
is the glaring contradiction
in that testimony?
Judge:
......
Was that a question?
Phoenix:
......
I guess it was?
Klavier:
You have been warned,
Herr Wright.
Klavier:
...Baseless remarks will
be penalized.
Judge:
Well put, Prosecutor Gavin!
Oh, and Mr. Wright? Here's
my answer to your question!
Phoenix:
(...Ugh...)
Valant:
After discovering the body,
I fulfilled my obligation...
then called in the doctor.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
You walk in on a murder, and
the first thing you do is
shoot the clown?
Valant:
...The disciple does what the
disciple must.
Valant:
My mentor's request, without
reason, had caused for me
a surfeit of sorrow.
Valant:
For what would I, Valant,
be now without him?
Valant:
"May the soul of Magnifi the
Great find greater peace
above."
Valant:
This I muttered to myself
as I pulled that lonely
trigger.
Klavier:
In any case, I believe this is
nothing more than what we have
already learned.
Klavier:
I'm still waiting for one of
those "Wright moments", Herr
Attorney.
Judge:
May I remind you that baseless
remarks will earn penalties.
Judge:
Proceed with that in mind.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
(What a pain this is turning
out to be...)
Valant:
The doctor examined the body
before the police arrived...
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
Did the doctor say anything
concerning the cause of death?
Valant:
Why yes... I believe he
screamed, "My God! He's been
shot in the head!"
Judge:
It doesn't take a doctor to
notice that. I believe I would
have said much the same thing.
Klavier:
And I would have penned the
requiem that arose in my
soul at that horrid sight.
Phoenix:
(What ever happened to good
old-fashioned investigation?)
Klavier:
In any case, I believe this is
nothing more than what we have
already learned.
Klavier:
I'm still waiting for one of
those "Wright moments", Herr
Attorney.
Judge:
May I remind you that baseless
remarks will earn penalties.
Judge:
Proceed with that in mind.
Phoenix:
Yes, Your Honor.
(What a pain this is turning
out to be...)
Valant:
He was quite clear about
the time of death: 11:10 PM.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
I don't think I'm stepping out
on a limb to say I have some
doubts about this.
Phoenix:
How could the doctor be so
precise with the time?
Judge:
We do usually only get an
"estimated" time of death,
true.
Judge:
I'm not sure I've heard of
a "verified" time of death.
Valant:
Magic revels in making the
complex appear simple, but
reality is the opposite.
Valant:
What appears complex, in this
case, is a simple matter of
subtraction.
Judge:
I see another person has done
their arithmetic homework!
Klavier:
The point here... is the
IV the victim was taking.
Klavier:
It's quite visible in the
photograph of the scene.
Klavier:
Recall what we heard earlier
about the victim, Magnifi
Gramarye's schedule.
Klavier:
Every night at 11:00, Magnifi
took an IV drip for thirty
minutes.
Judge:
I can see the IV bag right
there, yes.
Klavier:
Now, look a little closer.
Follow the tube down from
the bag to the end...
Judge:
Ah...!
The needle's been removed!
Klavier:
Doubtlessly, it fell out when
he was shot.
Judge:
case!
Klavier:
...When the needle comes out,
the IV no longer drips.
Phoenix:
Ah! You could just measure
the remaining IV liquid...
Klavier:
...Precisely.
Klavier:
The IV liquid functions, for
our purposes, as an hourglass
of sorts.
Klavier:
This is how the doctor
determined the time of death.
Klavier:
From the amount remaining in
the bag, it was determined
that...
Klavier:
...the IV had "stopped
10 minutes after
administration began".
** IV Report added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
IV Report
Type: Reports
IV stopped 10 min. after
administration began. Touch
=Check=
IV Report
30 minutes required to
administer full IV.
From the amount remaining,
IV stopped 10 minutes
after administration began.
----------------------------
Valant:
...And so it was. When I,
Valant, entered that room...
Valant:
...10 minutes had passed
since that horrible crime was
committed! And this is proof.
Judge:
Hmm...
Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Did that seem
important?)
[ Very important ]
Phoenix:
Well, seeing how it is the
biggest clue we have to the
time of death...
Phoenix:
...I'd say it's very
important.
Judge:
Hmm. Agreed! It would be hard
to imagine a more precise
way to determine the time.
Judge:
Behold the power of
arithmetic!
Judge:
Very well.
Judge:
The witness will add this
detail to his testimony!
Valant:
[ Not important ]
Phoenix:
Judge:
......
If you say so.
Judge:
Valant:
Valant:
The water of life springs not
eternal... The remaining IV
liquid proves my innocence!
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
Did you notice the IV
yourself, by any chance?
Valant:
When first I entered that
room, the stench of gunpowder
assailed me.
Valant:
Next, the mark of death
upon my mentor's forehead!
Valant:
And then, his left arm did
I spy, a rose, drooping and
wilted.
Valant:
Its thorn, the discarded IV
needle.
Klavier:
...Knocked from the vein by
the force of the shot.
Luckily for you.
Klavier:
If that IV had not been
there, why... you might
be a suspect.
Valant:
...Indubitably so.
Valant:
I might say it's thanks to
my lucky color.
Phoenix:
Your... lucky color?
Valant:
Indeed. Even today I wear
it proudly 'pon my suspect
self.
Valant:
For it always, without fail,
brings me luck.
Valant:
Why, when "Zak & Valant" won
their first Magician's Grand
Prix...
Valant:
Yes! The very one held by the
Association of International
Magicians!
Valant:
I was adorned in this attire
then, too! And our trophy: a
bust. Ah, what a day that was!
Phoenix:
(*groan* This is one trip down
memory lane no one needs.)
Valant:
My lucky color, yes indeed!
And that IV, too...
Valant:
...I say, I think 'twas hued
especially for me, Valant!
Judge:
Hmm... That does seem to be
the case, indeed.
Judge:
...Well, Mr. Wright? Any
thoughts on this testimony?
Phoenix:
(...Valant sure looks happy
with himself.)
Phoenix:
(...OK, how about this
"lucky color" testimony?)
[ Not a problem ]
Phoenix:
Judge:
......
If you say so.
Judge:
Valant:
Phoenix:
It certainly sounds like
your lucky color's brought
you plenty of luck.
Phoenix:
But not this time.
Phoenix:
Mr. Valant... your lucky
color's betrayed you.
Valant:
...I'm afraid you've lost me.
((continue))
Valant:
And the one in the room at
the time was my partner...
not me.
Phoenix:
*HOLD IT!*
Phoenix:
You entered that hospital room
at 11:20 PM.
Phoenix:
The time given by the
defendant, Zak Gramarye,
was 11:05 PM.
Phoenix:
...You didn't run into him
at the hospital that night?
Valant:
Hmm. This is why I never
perform with amateurs,
you see.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Valant:
Picture if you will the night-
time hospital. Outside, only
the pale light of the moon.
Valant:
If two dressed as we were to
meet in such circumstances...
Valant:
...I daresay that would ruin
the mood completely!
Phoenix:
......
The mood isn't in question
here.
Klavier:
I believe the witness is
saying they didn't meet, ja?
Valant:
For what is magic, if not
the study of beauty?
Valant:
Us meeting was not only out of
the question, it was an
impossibility!
Phoenix:
(For what is magic, if not
the study of how to make
absolutely no sense at all?)
Phoenix:
(That said... was there a
contradiction in there?)
[ Not a problem ]
Phoenix:
Judge:
......
If you say so.
Judge:
Valant:
Phoenix:
...The only problem I see here
is the glaring contradiction
in that testimony?
Judge:
......
Was that a question?
Phoenix:
......
I guess it was?
Klavier:
You have been warned,
Herr Wright.
Klavier:
...Baseless remarks will
be penalized.
Judge:
Well put, Prosecutor Gavin!
Oh, and Mr. Wright? Here's
my answer to your question!
Phoenix:
(...Ugh...)
Phoenix:
(An alibi over a matter of
minutes. Precise is right!)
Phoenix:
(Hmm. And pressing with
impunity will earn me a
nice penalty, too.)
Phoenix:
(Better focus on one thing...
this "time of death".)
((Pressed IV testimony))
Phoenix:
...Your Honor!
Phoenix:
The witness's testimony just
now clearly contradicts the
evidence!
Judge:
...Whaaat!?
Judge:
Please recall my warning
at the beginning of this
cross-examination, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
Baseless accusations will be
duly penalized!
Judge:
I do hope this latest
accusation is well-based.
Phoenix:
(...Don't worry, I've got
all your bases right here.)
Judge:
...Very well. Let's hear the
defense's claim.
Judge:
Where is your evidence that
contradicts what Mr. Valant
has told us?
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Hmm... pity.
Judge:
That didn't "do it" for me,
as the kids are fond of
saying nowadays.
Judge:
Perhaps you can explain it
in such a way that it would.
Phoenix:
Well, I don't know whether
it's the sort of evidence
to "do it" for anyone but...
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
"Do" yourself a favor and
stop flailing around for
excuses!
Klavier:
...Before you "do" yourself
in!
Klavier:
...And "do" try to straighten
your spine. All that bending
over is bad for your posture.
Phoenix:
...!
Judge:
I've got something that should
make you sit up straight.
Phoenix:
(Darn... I was so close on
that one.)
Judge:
...Now that we're all
upstanding citizens again,
back to the testimony.
Valant:
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
...The crime scene tells all,
Your Honor.
Judge:
The photo of the crime scene?
Klavier:
...All this talk of color has
me yearning for black and
white, clear-cut simplicity.
Klavier:
...Tell us, Herr Wright, just
where is the contradiction in
this photo?
Phoenix:
...My pleasure. And, I assure
you, it's quite simple.
Phoenix:
...But I can't promise
anything in black and white.
Judge:
...Let's hear what Mr. Wright
has to say.
Judge:
What in this photo contradicts
the witness's testimony?
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
......
Judge:
Contrary to Mr. Wright's
promises, this seems pretty
black and white to me.
Klavier:
...Agreed.
Phoenix:
Um... how's that?
Judge:
You're wrong. That black and
white enough for you?
Phoenix:
(...Ugh. Thank you sir, may
I have another...)
Phoneix:
(Valant's "lucky color" is
the color of his clothes,
right?)
Phoenix:
(What contradicts that?)
((Present IV Bag))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
...Valant Gramarye!
Let's get one thing straight
about your "lucky color".
Phoenix:
...It's "yellow", yes?
Valant:
...Kind of takes the mystery
out of it, but yes.
Judge:
Something wrong with yellow,
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes, there is. Decisively
wrong, in fact.
Phoenix:
photo of the crime scene.
Judge:
Wh-What's this...?
Valant:
Confusion, doubt... tell us,
what do your elderly eyes spy?
Judge:
Even my elderly eyes can see
a problem here, Mr. Valant.
Look at that IV bag!
Valant:
Ack!
Valant:
Wh-What is this...!? What
foul mag... ick!
Phoenix:
...It would be hard to call
the IV liquid "yellow".
Phoenix:
And I'm afraid, no magic
was involved in the taking
of this photograph.
Valant:
Ah.. Alla... Allakaz...
Valant:
Allakanoooooooooooooooo!
Judge:
What does this mean!?
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
This... This is some kind of
mistake!
Judge:
Yes, Prosecutor Gavin...
Judge:
Your witness's mistake.
Klavier:
...!
Phoenix:
(The greener they are, the
harder they fall...)
Phoenix:
(I suppose there's no
substitute for experience.)
Phoenix:
Valant Gramarye, as you
reminded us several times...
Phoenix:
...your lucky color is yellow.
But the IV is clearly not.
Valant:
W-Well...
Phoenix:
This contradiction can mean
only one thing!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...And to think...
You almost had me.
Phoenix:
...?
Klavier:
I see your true colors now,
"ace attorney" Phoenix Wright!
Judge:
Something you'd like to tell
us, Prosecutor Gavin?
Judge:
As far as this court can tell,
the witness's testimony does
contradict the evidence.
Klavier:
Ah ha ha...
Yes, a contradiction.
Klavier:
One that I shall be pleased
to hand right back to
Mr. Wright!
Phoenix:
How do you mean...?
Klavier:
How? Because the witness has
made no mistakes!
Klavier:
I agree, at a glance, the
IV liquid does appear a sort
of greenish-yellow.
Klavier:
But I assure you, the liquid
itself is quite yellow.
Judge:
Yellow liquid...?
How can you say that?
Judge:
As far as I can tell from this
photo, it's green...
Klavier:
Yes, but what color is the
IV bag itself?
Phoenix:
The bag? You mean the plastic
bag on the hook?
Judge:
Hmm... It looks like a...
I want to say "light blue"?
Klavier:
Precisely.
...Figured it out yet?
Klavier:
Put a yellow liquid in a
blue bag and...?
Phoenix:
...You get green.
Klavier:
This, incidentally, is the
liquid's true color!
Judge:
...I see!
Judge:
Your explanation does have
the ring of truth to it.
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
As I thought...
Phoenix:
There's no substitute for
experience, Prosecutor Gavin.
Klavier:
What...?
Phoenix:
You may tell a good tale.
Phoenix:
But. You've just proven
something rather grave.
For you, that is.
Klavier:
G-Grave?
Phoenix:
The liquid in the IV is
yellow, yes.
Phoenix:
...But how did this witness
know that?
Valant:
...!
Phoenix:
It's quite unnatural when
you think about it. You... did
think about it, didn't you?
Klavier:
...Ah...
Urk!
Phoenix:
Your Honor! The defense
requests an explanation
from the witness!
Phoenix:
At the scene of the crime,
the IV liquid appears
to be green!
Phoenix:
...So let me ask!
Phoenix:
How did the witness know the
IV liquid was actually
yellow!?
Valant:
Allakazooooooooooooomg!
Judge:
Judge:
Mr. Wright!
You will explain this at once!
Judge:
The witness clearly knew the
color of the IV liquid...
Judge:
...so I'm sure it means
something, but what!?
Phoenix:
...I can think of only one
possibility, Your Honor.
Phoenix:
The witness, Valant
Gramarye...
Phoenix:
...has testified that the IV
liquid was yellow because...
[ it looked yellow. ]
Phoenix:
There was a reason the IV
liquid looked yellow to the
witness!
Phoenix:
...I bet!
Judge:
......
Erm, Mr. Wright?
Judge:
That "I bet" at the end
there... it worries me.
Judge:
Am I right in the assumption
that you "hope" there's a
reason. Not "know"?
Phoenix:
......
Perhaps. Yes. Definitely.
Judge:
Then allow me to crush that
hope as gentle and gentlemanly
as I can.
Phoenix:
One more chance, please...
(*sigh*)
[ he'd seen it before. ]
((continue))
[ he knew the IV liquid's color. ]
((continue))
Phoenix:
...From the facts before us,
the answer is clear.
Phoenix:
The witness knew that the IV
liquid was yellow.
Phoenix:
...Why? Because he'd seen
it before.
Phoenix:
But not inside the blue bag
we see in the photo.
Phoenix:
He saw the liquid by itself,
in a clear, colorless bag.
Judge:
I suppose he would have had
to. But I'm still not clear
as to what all this means.
Phoenix:
Ask yourself, why would he
know, if he didn't work at
a hospital?
Phoenix:
...That's where you'll find
your meaning, Your Honor.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
I'm afraid I find nothing.
So what if he knew the IV
liquid's color?
Klavier:
Leave the getting excited over
absolutely nothing to our
teenybopper fans, ja?
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
The IV liquid is the only
evidence "proving" the time
of death.
Phoenix:
A 30-minute hourglass, with
20 minutes worth of sand
remaining.
Phoenix:
Your claim, Prosecutor Gavin.
Judge:
I remember it well.
Phoenix:
However...
Phoenix:
...there's a critical
difference between an
hourglass and an IV bag.
Judge:
W-W-Wait! I know!!!
Judge:
An hourglass uses sand, but
an IV bag uses liquid...
Judge:
...I'm right, right?
Phoenix:
As much as it pains me to
say this, Your Honor, no.
Phoenix:
Unlike the sands through an
hourglass, IV liquid enters
the patient's body.
Phoenix:
At which point, like magic,
it disappears.
Phoenix:
However!
What if the amount of IV
liquid had increased?
Phoenix:
You couldn't tell, could you?
After all, there's no way of
knowing how much went in.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Let me get this straight,
Herr Wright.
Klavier:
You're saying the witness
watered down the victim's
IV bag!?
Phoenix:
Not with water... but with IV
liquid.
Phoenix:
That's how you knew the IV
liquid was yellow!
Valant:
Now wait. Wait.
I said wait!!!
Valant:
How might an amateur such as
myself assay to perform such
a task?
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
I'm an amateur, too, but I can
pour water into a cup.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
I'm afraid there's quite a
big difference between a cup
and an IV bag. Quite.
Klavier:
Can you prove our witness is
capable of such a feat!?
Judge:
Hmm... He has a point,
amateurs.
Judge:
I, at least, would have some
difficulty pouring IV liquid
into that bag.
Phoenix:
(You don't need to be an
expert to see the look on
the witness's face!)
Phoenix:
(He added liquid to that IV
to throw off the time of
death!)
Klavier:
...I tire of these fairy tales
lacking evidence.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright? Any solid
evidence to bring us back
down to earth?
Phoenix:
...Valant Gramarye.
Phoenix:
I'm afraid your "magic" won't
serve you well in a life of
crime.
Valant:
Might I ask what you're
strongly suggesting?
Phoenix:
...Magic relies on props.
And props... become evidence.
Phoenix:
Our witness was certainly
able to increase the amount
of IV liquid in the bag.
Phoenix:
All he had to do was work
a little magic.
And the prop was...
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
......
Judge:
I'm afraid Mr. Wright is
attempting to water down
this case!
Phoenix:
...Urk.
Klavier:
Why add water, when you
could add a penalty?
Phoenix:
...Unnk.
Judge:
...Why indeed!
Phoenix:
(That didn't go so well.
I wonder if there was
something at the scene...)
Phoenix:
(Something he could have
used to add more IV liquid.)
Judge:
Once again, Mr. Wright,
if you would be so kind.
((Present Small Syringe))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
The victim's syringe...
Phoenix:
...It's the perfect prop for
the "Magically Increasing IV"
trick!
Phoenix:
And easy enough for an
amateur to use.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Wh-What kind of evidence
is that!?
Klavier:
The syringe was clean! Not
a trace of liquid in it!
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
And don't you find that odd,
Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Wh-What...?
Phoenix:
The victim had the syringe
to administer his insulin
shots...
Phoenix:
...There should have been
traces of insulin left inside!
Klavier:
...!
Phoenix:
Well, Valant Gramarye?
Phoenix:
As you pointed out yourself,
the IV liquid makes the
perfect clock...
Phoenix:
...one that you could
manipulate at will!
Valant:
Allak...
Valant:
Allakazzzzzzzaaaaaaaaugh!
----------------------------
Small Syringe
Type: Evidence
Used for administering insulin
shots. Has been washed and
shows no sign of use.
=Check -> Examine Measuring Marks=
Phoenix:
Valant used this to manipulate
the time of death, washed it,
and left the scene.
Phoenix:
...Which is why it shows
no signs of use.
----------------------------
Judge:
I do believe... well, with
this being his first...
Judge:
...that the burden of this
trial has been a bit too much
to bear for Prosecutor Gavin.
Klavier:
......
Judge:
I'm afraid that, while there
is a doubt as to the amount
of IV liquid in that bag...
Judge:
...the time of death cannot be
proven.
Judge:
...And that brings our trial
to a close for today.
Phoenix:
(Well. Maybe I can squeeze an
extra day out of this...)
Phoenix:
(I can do a little
much-needed investigation
work.)
Judge:
I see there are no objections,
court is adjour--
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Heh. Heh heh heh!
Klavier:
...Truly, there's no
substitute for experience.
Klavier:
Nothing blinds one to the
truth so effectively.
Phoenix:
...!
Klavier:
A word to the wise:
Klavier:
Underestimate the young,
and they'll sweep your
feet out from under you.
Klavier:
In a way you never, ever
expected.
Klavier:
...You see, I know exactly
what you're thinking.
Phoenix:
...?
(What's he talking about?)
Klavier:
You say the witness used the
syringe to manipulate the
level of the IV liquid.
Klavier:
But there is no proof.
Phoenix:
There's no proof he didn't
do it, either.
Klavier:
...Yes, quite true.
Phoenix:
(Huh? He's admitting it?)
Klavier:
Nor was this witness quite
as decisive as I'd hoped.
Klavier:
This, I admit. After all,
why linger in the past, when
the future holds so much?
Judge:
You... have something in
mind, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Proof, Herr Judge. I have
another way to prove my case.
Klavier:
...With evidence, no less.
Judge:
What's this...?
Klavier:
This... is the victim, Magnifi
Gramarye's diary.
Phoenix:
Diary...?
Klavier:
After going into the hospital,
Magnifi began writing his
memoirs, it seems.
Klavier:
The story of his birth, his
startling debut... and of
meeting his disciples.
Klavier:
It seems he intended for the
last chapter to end, quite
appropriately, with his death.
Phoenix:
Wait... That book doesn't say
what the reason was, does it?
Phoenix:
The reason why his disciples
couldn't refuse his last
request?
Klavier:
...Sadly, it does not.
Klavier:
What's important here...
is on the last page.
Klavier:
Apparently, the victim wrote
in his journal that night.
Klavier:
Even after the IV had begun
at 11:00 PM.
Klavier:
...Let's read it, shall we?
...Tonight's IV is in.
Maybe the last.
I leave the rest to them.
The first should come soon.
This journal may end here or
it may go on... but not long.
That depends on his hand.
All that is left to mine is
to lay down this pen.
Judge:
Hmm... This does appear to
have been written just before
his death.
Judge:
evidence.
** Magnifi's Diary added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Magnifi's Diary
Type: Documents
A memoir of sorts. Written
in up to just before he died.
=Check -> Examine Pages=
Phoenix:
This is the last page.
The diary ends here.
Phoenix:
...!
Phoenix:
Huh? What's this?
Phoenix:
It looks like... a page
was ripped out?
Phoenix:
Well now, isn't that
interesting?
----------------------------
Klavier:
Read the very last part with
particular care.
Klavier:
"This journal may end here or
it may go on... but not long.
That depends on his hand."
Klavier:
Of course, by "his"...
Klavier:
...he refers to our defendant,
Zak Gramarye.
Judge:
...That would make sense,
yes.
Judge:
He was the first scheduled
visitor, after all.
Klavier:
But look at what he said
before that!
Klavier:
"This journal may end here
or it may go on."
..."It may go on"!
Klavier:
Magnifi Gramarye intended to
write again!
Klavier:
That is...
Klavier:
...if Zak Gramarye didn't pull
the trigger.
Phoenix:
......
Klavier:
I see the defense understands
the meaning of this.
Klavier:
The victim's diary does not
"go on"... It ends!
Klavier:
Because Magnifi's life was
brought to an end by the
defendant, Zak Gramarye!
Jude:
Judge:
Are you certain that Magnifi
Gramarye wrote this!?
Klavier:
...There is no mistaking
his handwriting.
Judge:
Well, this does seem to be
significant.
Judge:
According to this, Magnifi
did intend to continue his
diary.
Judge:
Yet, if his diary ended here,
which plainly, it did...
Klavier:
...Then the one who pulled the
trigger was the first visitor.
...Zak Gramarye.
Klavier:
Well, how do you like me now,
Herr Wright?
Klavier:
Still too "green" for your
tastes? Hmm?
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
(He's right about the diary
being pretty clear. Still
I find it hard to believe...)
Phoenix:
(...that he'd overlook such
an obvious problem with his
precious evidence!)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Wright?
Judge:
The witness's testimony we
heard was lacking...
Judge:
...but put together with this
evidence, it seems quite
sufficient for a case.
Phoenix:
(...If the diary is accepted
like this, the trial's over.)
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Maybe it's time for
me to show them something.)
[ Show evidence ]
((continue))
[ No need ]
Phoenix:
(I don't like anything about
this situation...)
Phoenix:
(...But the judge is already
getting twitchy with his
gavel.)
Phoenix:
(So I'd better show them
something quick... or else.)
Phoenix:
I'm left with no choice but
to show my own evidence.
Judge:
...What!?
Judge:
You have some evidence that
overturns this diary!?
Klavier:
Hmm...
Klavier:
...It's not to [sic] late to rethink
this and avoid more...
embarrassment.
Judge:
Very well. Please show us
your evidence, Mr. Wright.
Klavier:
Incidentally, don't even think
of showing us this diary I've
just shown the court.
Phoenix:
...!
Klavier:
Now that we've come this far,
I hope you have something a
little more... decisive.
Klavier:
the victim continued writing
his diary!
Phoenix:
...Alright.
I'd be happy to.
Phoenix:
The decisive evidence proving
that the diary didn't end
with this page is...
((Present
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
This evidence... You're
saying this is "decisive"?
Phoenix:
......
Klavier:
We don't need proof that
he "might" have continued
his diary.
Klavier:
We need proof that he did
continue that diary!
Klavier:
If such a thing exists,
of course...
Phoenix:
(Time to get cozy with the
Court Record...)
Phoenix:
(I know I've got the evidence
in here somewhere.)
((Present Notebook Page))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
First... take a close look at
this diary.
Phoenix:
...Note that a page has
clearly been ripped out!
Judge:
What's this...!?
Judge:
...I hadn't noticed that at
all.
Phoenix:
(That's why we're still here
talking about this...)
Phoenix:
As it just so happens...
Phoenix:
...I have here what I believe
to be the missing page.
Valant:
...Allaka-I-don't-believe-it.
Phoenix:
Looking at this page...
Phoenix:
It's hard to imagine that the
first visitor that night shot
Magnifi Gramarye.
Phoenix:
That's the defense's position.
Judge:
W-Wait. Let me see that!
Judge:
What in sam hill...?
Judge:
Why, this is the continuation
of the victim's diary!
Phoenix:
Note the torn edge of the
page.
Phoenix:
It's a perfect match with
the torn remains of the last
page in Magnifi's diary!
Valant:
Quite... remarkable...
Klavier:
Would you care to explain what
all this means, Herr Attorney?
Phoenix:
The diary continued after
his first visitor came.
Phoenix:
Which means that the victim
was still alive after Zak
Gramarye left!
Phoenix:
Leaving no one to take his
life but the second visitor!
Phoenix:
Valant Gramarye!
Valant:
No...
Nooooo...!
Judge:
The handwriting, too, matches
that on the other pages.
Judge:
This is, without a doubt,
the genuine article!
Judge:
Valant:
But, but wait!
This is...
That's impossible!
Valant:
That old man couldn't
have written that...
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Finally.
Klavier:
You just couldn't resist,
could you, Herr Wright?
Phoenix:
...Resist what? Presenting
solid evidence?
Klavier:
......
Herr Judge?
Judge:
Y-Yes, Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Might I request we put the
current cross-examination
on hold?
Klavier:
The prosecution would like to
call a new witness.
Judge:
B-But, Prosecutor Gavin!
Judge:
This evidence overturns the
current witness's...
Klavier:
...I ask only to put it on
hold!
Klavier:
Please. My new witness has a
very, very important piece
of testimony to give.
Klavier:
...Five minutes.
No more.
Klavier:
I promise... Your Honor.
Judge:
W-Well, if you put it that
way... Mr. Wright, what's
your take on this?
Phoenix:
......
Well, Your Honor. Judging
from his enthusiasm...
Phoenix:
...we'll have to hear this
new testimony sooner or later
anyway.
Phoenix:
...So it might as well be
sooner.
Judge:
...Then, though this is
highly, highly irregular...
Judge:
...we will put the current
cross-examination on hold.
The witness may step down.
Judge:
...Now, Prosecutor Gavin!
Please bring this surprise
witness to the courtroom!
Phoenix:
(...I had a bad feeling
just then.)
Phoenix:
(That ripped-out page was
too obvious...)
Phoenix:
(...He must have known.)
Phoenix:
(And I should've known it
was a bad sign all around...)
Judge:
Hmm... Holding trial with no
audience is a first, even
for me, Prosecutor Gavin.
Klavier:
...I beg the court's
understanding.
Klavier:
But I had to make a judiciary
deal with the witness to
secure his testimony.
Phoenix:
A judiciary "deal"...?
Klavier:
The details of his testimony
may have some "legal
ramifications", shall we say.
Klavier:
I thought it best to contain
the information to this room.
Judge:
Hmm...
Very well. And you are the
witness, I gather...?
???:
Ah...
Y-Yes. Yes, sir.
Klavier:
...State your name and
occupation for the record.
Drew:
Erm... My name's Drew Misham.
I'm... a painter.
Judge:
A painter? And you are somehow
related to this case?
----------------------------
Drew Misham
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Painter. Summoned to this
trial by the authority
of Prosecutor Gavin.
----------------------------
Drew:
No, well.
Not per se...
Klavier:
...I have one simple question
for this witness.
Phoenix:
......
Klavier:
Mister... Misham, was it?
Drew:
Oh... yeah.
I know it well.
Phoenix:
...How's that possible?
Phoenix:
Have you seen this diary page
somewhere before?
Drew:
Oh, yeah.
I mean...
I made it.
Phoenix:
You... what?
You "made" it!?
Drew:
...Yes.
You might call it one of
my "works".
Klavier:
...The regional prosecutor's
office received a tip-off
yesterday.
Klavier:
"Illegal evidence has been
prepared for the trial of
Zak Gramarye."
Judge:
Illegal... evidence?
Klavier:
I initiated an investigation,
and found this witness.
Klavier:
A painter to the world at
large, Drew Misham has another
side, you might say.
Klavier:
He is skilled in making
perfect reproductions
of certain things...
Klavier:
...Forgeries, in other words.
Phoenix:
F-Forgeries...!?
Judge:
W-Well! So, we are to
understand that this page
here is...
Klavier:
...A fake.
Prepared by a certain
defense attorney.
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
Hold it!
Phoenix:
I didn't "prepare" this
evidence!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Ah, the attorney speaks.
Klavier:
Something about this page,
I presume. But what is he
saying? It makes no sense!
Klavier:
...After all it was you who
presented this evidence to
us, Phoenix Wright!
Judge:
...Witness!
Er, Mr. Misham, was it?
Judge:
Who requested this forgery!?
Who was your client!?
Drew:
That...
I don't know.
Phoenix:
What...!?
Drew:
Most of my clients prefer to
remain anonymous, even to me.
Drew:
I make the items they want,
and receive my payment.
Drew:
That's the extent of my
contact with them.
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
B-But...!
There's no proof this is
a fake!
Drew:
It's a fake.
Phoenix:
Huh...
Drew:
To avoid just this sort
of problem...
Drew:
I always put a special mark
on my "works".
Drew:
I can say, without a doubt,
this is mine.
Judge:
...Mr. Wright.
Judge:
You have just presented
illegal evidence to this
court. My court.
Phoenix:
(...It was careless of me.)
Phoenix:
(...That's all I can say.)
Trucy:
Oh... Old boy!
Trucy:
Um, uh...
Here.
Phoenix:
What's this...?
Trucy:
there in the hall.
Trucy:
the spiky hair".
Trucy:
They said it was really
important!
Phoenix:
(It was all a trap.
A fatal trap...)
----------------------------
Magnifi's Diary
Type: Documents
A memoir of sorts. Written
in up to just before he died.
=Check -> Examine Pages=
Phoenix:
The ripped-out page...
Now I see that everything
has been a set-up.
Phoenix:
All so I would present forged
evidence to the court.
----------------------------
Judge:
...Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
Yes.
Judge:
Do you have an explanation
for yourself?
Phoenix:
If I did, would the court
hear it?
Judge:
......
Probably not.
Judge:
Forging evidence is a serious
crime.
Judge:
And presenting it in court,
a serious mistake.
Judge:
A fatal mistake, for an
attorney.
Klavier:
Fatal, too, perhaps, for your
client, I fear.
Phoenix:
...!
Klavier:
Tell me, what kind of
defendant relies on forged
evidence...?
Klavier:
The answer is quite clear.
Klavier:
A guilty one!
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
...Your Honor, wait!
Phoenix:
I understand that presenting
forged evidence in court is a
serious crime.
Phoenix:
But you cannot hold my client
responsible for actions I
undertook as an individual...
Judge:
...I am sorry, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...Your Honor?
Klavier:
Another close call, I dare
say.
Klavier:
If the prosecutor's office
hadn't received that hot
tip...
Klavier:
...everything would have gone
the way you wanted it to, ja?
Phoenix:
......
Klavier:
...I even gave you a chance.
Klavier:
Too bad you decided not to
think before embarrassing
yourself...
Judge:
I see no need for further
discussion on this matter.
Special witness dismissed!
Drew:
...Mr. Attorney?
Phoenix:
Yes?
Drew:
Could I... ask your name?
Phoenix:
...?
Phoenix Wright...
Drew:
Mr. Wright...
Drew:
I have seen and studied many
people, but none like you.
I'll remember you, Mr. Wright.
Judge:
...Though I deeply regret
having to declare a verdict
in this way...
Judge:
This trial is over.
Zak:
......
Judge:
You have the right to find
a new attorney and make an
appeal.
Judge:
However, this court must...
Zak:
Ah, Your Honor?
Judge:
Y-Yes, Mr. Zak?
Zak:
There is one thing I wish to
make clear.
Zak:
Today, in this courtroom...
Zak:
...you cannot declare me
"guilty".
Zak:
...It is impossible.
Judge:
...I'm afraid the defendant
is quite mistaken.
Judge:
I most certainly have the
authority to declare a verdict
on you.
Zak:
Except... tell me, how do
you plan on announcing
your verdict...
Zak:
...when your defendant
does not exist?
Judge:
"Doesn't exist"...?
Zak:
I am talking...
about this!
Phoenix:
M-Mr. Enigmar!!!
Klavier:
The defendant's escaped!
Find him! Quick!
Judge:
Bailiff! Close all exits from
the building!
Judge:
On the double! He must not be
allowed to escape!
That day, in that courtroom,
a miracle occurred.
The defendant, Shadi Enigmar,

a.k.a. Zak Gramarye, did not
just "escape" from court.
He literally, unbelievably,
"vanished".
...Right before the bailiff's

eyes.
No one ever saw him again.

Not since that day.
...This is the "Gramarye

Miracle"! Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
No verdict was declared.
...After all, the defendant

didn't exist.
That's how it happened.
The trial of magician Zak

Gramarye vanished, along with
him, for all eternity.
The mysteries that remained

behind were all solved,
however.
...But not until seven

years later.
To be continued.
============================
Episode 4
MASON System -40M01-
============================
...That trial seven years ago

was the beginning of it all.
This I know beyond a doubt.
The mysteries of the past work

their magic on the present.
But you'll soon be finding

all of this out for yourself.
Which of Magnifi Gramarye's
disciples pulled that trigger?
Where did the vanishing

defendant, Zak Gramarye, go?
What dark truth lurks behind

the forged diary page?
And what about the girl who

was left behind...?
...The past left us these four

"keys" to unlocking the truth.
But that's not all.
There are four "keys" in the

present, as well.
And when all the questions

have found their answers...
...the final trial will

begin.
But first, you must chase the

truth through then and now.
Think of it... as a game.
Phoenix:
I, Phoenix Wright, will be
your guide through this game.
Phoenix:
That terrible trial saw me
present forged evidence.
Phoenix:
...It ended, half-finished,
when the defendant vanished.
Phoenix:
What became of me after
that...?
Phoenix:
As your investigation proceeds
the answer will become clear.
Phoenix:
...Oh, and one more thing.
Phoenix:
There is something I must
tell you.
Phoenix:
As Apollo Justice has his
bracelet...
Phoenix:
...so, too, do I have my
own "weapon" of sorts.
Phoenix:
...My Magatama.
Phoenix:
What does it do, you ask?
Phoenix:
That I would have you see
for yourself.
Phoenix:
...Well now.
Shall we begin?
Phoenix:
Touch the arrow to switch
between past and present.
Phoenix:
But let's begin seven years
ago... in the past.
Phoenix:
It is right after my last
trial came to an abrupt end.
Phoenix:
...Now that you know the game,
let's play.
---------
Profiles \
----------------------------
Apollo Justice
Age: 15/22
Gender: Male
A greenhorn defense attorney
I happened to meet.
I call him Apollo.
----------------------------
Kristoph Gavin
Age: 25/32
Gender: Male
Incarcerated at the Central
Penitentiary for the murder
of Shadi Smith.
----------------------------
Zak Gramarye
Age: 40/47
Gender: Male
Trucy's father. Defendant in
a trial, vanished just before
the verdict was announced.
----------------------------
Trucy Enigmar
Age: 8
Gender: Female
Zak Gramarye's daughter.
Already dresses the part of
a magician to the hilt.
----------------------------
Trucy Wright
Age: 15
Gender: Female
----------------------------
Valant Gramarye
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Zak's young partner and
understudy. The two of them
on stage was a sight to see.
----------------------------
Valant Gramarye
Age: 44
Gender: Male
The most popular stage
magician today. Once performed
with his partner, Zak.
----------------------------
Drew Misham
Age: 45/52
Gender: Male
Painter known for his
illustrations. Poisoned
at Drew Studio.
----------------------------
Magnifi Gramarye
Age: deceased
Gender: Male
Founder of Troupe Gramarye,
and a great magician. Mentor
to Zak and Valant.
----------------------------
---------
Evidence \
----------------------------
Notebook Page
Type: Documents
Received from
Trucy Enigmar.
Forged to look like a page
of Magnifi's diary. Touch the
----------------------------
=Wright & Co. Law Offices=
Phoenix:
The nightmare trial was
over...
Phoenix:
...and the new nightmare of
figuring out what had happened
had just begun.
Phoenix:
I wanted to wake up,
to walk away.
Phoenix:
...But I figured I'm the
only one who could do this,
probably.
Phoenix:
And besides, I had plenty of
time.
Phoenix:
Thanks to the Bar Association
review board's decision.
Phoenix:
It's hard to work when
your attorney's badge
has been taken away.
---
Seven Years Ago
Wright & Co. Law Offices
---
Trucy:
Ooh! Morning, Daddy!
Enigmar:
Ah, I'm so glad you came.
Trucy:
You OK, Daddy? They picking
on you?
Enigmar:
I am fine, as always.
Enigmar:
This old boy is here to
help me, after all.
Phoenix:
(That's "young man" to you.)
Phoenix:
Good morning! That's a cute
outfit you have on.
Trucy:
Thanks! My first show's today,
after all!
Phoenix:
...Two weeks had passed
since then.
Phoenix:
I called her into my office.
Phoenix:
Trucy, there's something
we need to talk about.
Trucy:
......
Phoenix:
It's been two weeks since
your father... disappeared.
Phoenix:
We need to start thinking
about... your future.
Trucy:
......
Phoenix:
I, um, did some calling
around. This is hard to say,
but...
Phoenix:
...you have no living
relatives.
Trucy:
......
Phoenix:
So...
Phoenix:
...I was wondering if you
wanted to stay with me for
a while.
Phoenix:
Just until your daddy comes
home. It won't be long.
Phoenix:
(...I hope.)
Trucy:
......
Phoenix:
Uh, of course, it's totally
your choice.
Phoenix:
If you don't like it here,
you can go wherever you'd
like.
Phoenix:
I could look up some places
you might like to stay at...
(This is so weird...)
Trucy:
...Mr. Attorney. Daddy told
me about you.
Trucy:
He said I could trust you.
Phoenix:
Huh...? Really?
Trucy:
So, if I stay here...
Trucy:
...does that mean you'll be
my family?
Phoenix:
Huh? Uh... Um... I guess so?
Phoenix:
(Getting weirder...)
Trucy:
Um... Mr. Attorney?
Phoenix:
Er, actually, why don't you
call me... Nick.
Phoenix:
...Or you can call me "Daddy"
if you'd like. It doesn't have
to be today, or anything.
Trucy:
OK! Say, Daddy?
Phoenix:
(That was quick.)
...Yes?
Trucy:
If I move here, I have
to switch schools, right?
Trucy:
And I was thinking, I haven't
paid for lunches at my last
school... for a year.
Trucy:
So thanks, Daddy!
Phoenix:
...Ah.
Trucy:
Oh, and this office? It's
a little blah.
Trucy:
A little color goes a long
way, you know?
Phoenix:
...Ah.
Trucy:
Oh, and Daddy? You got
fired from work, right?
Trucy:
Don't you worry one bit!
I'll work twice as hard!
We'll make it through this!
Phoenix:
Trucy... how old are you?
Trucy:
Oh, I'm eight.
Trucy:
But don't let appearances
deceive you!
Trucy:
I'm a young professional!
Trucy:
Stick with me and you'll
do just fine, Daddy!
Phoenix:
...Ah, thanks.
(Why does it feel like she's
already in charge...?)
=Examine Window=
Phoenix:
You can still see that hotel
from the window here.
Phoenix:
Every time I look out,
I think back on those
old cases...
Phoenix:
...I wonder if the view looks
different now that I'm not
wearing my old badge...
Trucy:
I really dig the far out
view, Daddy!
Phoenix:
...Thanks.
Phoenix:
(She must have learned a lot
of words from her parents.)
=Examine Plant=
Phoenix:
My mentor's favorite plant,
Charley.
Phoenix:
I guess watering Charley's
my only real job now.
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
Wait! I have a child now!
I can't feed Trucy like
this!
Phoenix:
She probably needs more than
the occasional watering, too,
I'm guessing.
Trucy:
...?
=Examine Poster=
Phoenix:
An old movie poster hangs
on the wall.
Phoenix:
I finally found out the
title after not knowing
for the longest time.
Phoenix:
I actually rented the movie
the other day. Cried my eyes
out.
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
Ack! Just thinking about it
makes me tear up... Wait, it's
just allergies... Really!
Phoenix:
...I should show it to her
when she's a little older.
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
(Wait... what was it called
again...?)
Trucy:
...?
=Examine Bookshelf=
Phoenix:
Quite the collection of law
books. My mentor bought all
of them.
Phoenix:
I used to be too busy to
read them.
Phoenix:
Now that I have the time to
read them, there's no need.
Phoenix:
...But I can't just sell them.
Phoenix:
Maybe Trucy will want to
read them someday?
Trucy:
...?
Phoenix:
(...Nah.)
=Examine Desk=
Phoenix:
My desk. Not that I have any
reason to sit there anymore.
Phoenix:
I guess Trucy can use it.
Phoenix:
It's great for studying math,
English, geography, magic...
Phoenix:
...Ack! I'm not crying.
I just got some dust in
my eye.
Trucy:
...?
=Present Anything=
Phoenix:
Hey, Trucy, see this?
Trucy:
...I'm sorry.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Trucy:
I'm still just training to
be a magician. I can't make
things disappear yet.
Phoenix:
W-What?
Trucy:
Wait one more year! I'll be
able to make it disappear
then!
Phoenix:
(I'll be sure to be careful
when showing evidence to
magicians in the future...)
=Talk -> The office=
Trucy:
So, Daddy, you got fired
from being a lawyer, right?
Phoenix:
You could at least kind of
look aside or something when
you say that.
Phoenix:
It's... actually kind of
hard for me... For Daddy.
Trucy:
Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy!
Trucy:
Wait! Is that "foolish
pride"?
Trucy:
My other daddy always used
to talk about that.
Phoenix:
Uh... Actually, that's pretty
accurate.
Trucy:
So, here's my idea. We'll
make a new office!
Trucy:
"Law" just seems so stiff,
doesn't it?
Trucy:
And no one will be my friend
at school that way!
Phoenix:
Well that won't do, I guess.
Phoenix:
I just don't know much about
anything other than law.
Phoenix:
(Or even much about law, if
you were to ask some people.)
Trucy:
Maybe the problem is calling
it an "office". We should
run an "agency" instead!
Phoenix:
You mean... like a talent
agency?
Phoenix:
Forgive me for asking, but
doesn't that require "talent"?
Trucy:
You've got me, don'tcha?
I'm a professional!
Phoenix:
A professional...?
Trucy:
Yup!
Trucy:
After all, I am directly
descended from the famous
Zak Gramarye!
Phoenix:
Directly descended... He's
your father.
Trucy:
Oh...! And now I'm directly
descended from the famous
Phoenix Wright, too!
Phoenix:
(I think an eight-year-old
just massaged my ego.)
=Talk -> Daddy=

Phoenix:
Could you tell me a bit more
about your daddy... er,
Zak Gramarye?
Trucy:
Daddy? Sure thing, Daddy!
Phoenix:
(Which Daddy was that again?)
Trucy:
Daddy's so amazing!
Trucy:
The biggest star of Troupe
Gramarye! And they're big!
Phoenix:
The Gramaryes... They were on
television a lot.
Phoenix:
(Haven't seen them on much
recently, come ot think of
it.)
Trucy:
Big magic happens when you
put Zak and Valant Gramarye
together, you know.
Trucy:
Once they made a giant
waterfall, right there
on the stage!
Trucy:
And this giant trout swam
up the giant waterfall!
Phoenix:
Let me guess, there was a
giant fisherman waiting for
him at the top?
Trucy:
I wish I could have seen more
of Daddy's magic...
Phoenix:
(Ack! I shouldn't have brought
it up so soon...)
Trucy:
I wonder what'll happen to
me, with Daddy and Mommy
both gone.
Phoenix:
Mommy...?
Phoenix:
(Yeah, what about Mommy?)
Phoenix:
(I haven't heard anything
about Trucy's mother!)
Trucy:
But I have my magic!
And a great daddy, even if
he is unemployed!
Trucy:
You know, I think thing's [sic] are
going to be OK!
Phoenix:
(I wonder if she'll talk
about her mother...?)
=Talk -> The professional=
Phoenix:
So Trucy...
Phoenix:
You're... a "professional"?
Trucy:
Yes! Um...
It's like that thing they say!
Trucy:
"Baby frogs grow up to be
frogs"...?
Phoenix:
They say that?
Trucy:
I always thought it was
funny, though.
Phoenix:
What was?
Trucy:
Aren't baby frogs called
"tadpoles"...?
Trucy:
Maybe they thought it would
be easier to understand that
way for kids. How stupid!
Phoenix:
...Right. So, in conclusion...
Phoenix:
...you're a professional
magician, Trucy?
Trucy:
That's right!
Trucy:
Well? Well?
Wanna see a trick?
Phoenix:
You're... going to do a
magic trick?
[ Maybe next time. ]
Phoenix:
Thanks, but maybe next time.
Trucy:
Aw, that's no fun. You only
live once, you know?
Phoenix:
(The tricks can wait. We've
got more important things
to discuss.)
Trucy:
I can't think of anything more
important than magic, myself.
Phoenix:
......
(Was that... mind reading?)
Trucy:
Silly, it was written all
over your face!
Phoenix:
(If that wasn't a magic
trick, I wonder what the
real ones are like!)
[ Please, show me! ]

Phoenix:
Actually, I would like to
see your trick.
Phoenix:
The future of the "agency"
depends on it, after all.
Trucy:
That's the spirit!
Trucy:
...Ready? Here goes!
Ta dah!!!
Mr. Hat:
Hey folks, it's Mr. Hat!
I gotta say it's good to
be seen!
Phoenix:
Yeeeeeeeeargh!
Phoenix:
Whoa... that was... startling.
Trucy:
The Amazing Mr. Hat! Isn't
he great?
Mr. Hat:
Your friendly neighborhood
Mr. Hat, at your service!
Phoenix:
He... certainly makes an
impression.
Trucy:
Doesn't he? Ha ha ha! I'm so
glad you like him, Daddy!
Mr. Hat:
Though my routines do get
a bit "heady" at times!
Hah! Get it? Heady!
Phoenix:
(...My friendly neighborhood
Mr. Hat nearly gave me a heart
attack.)
** The Amazing Mr. Hat added to

----------------------------
The Amazing Mr. Hat
Type: Other
Received from
Trucy Enigmar.
Trucy's favorite trick.
Startlingly realistic. Touch
----------------------------
=Talk -> Mommy=
Phoenix:
Could you tell me about your
mommy... if it's OK?
Trucy:
Mommy was so pretty...
Trucy:
She was like an angel up
on stage.
Phoenix:
On stage... You mean,
with your daddy?
Trucy:
Yep!
Trucy:
She was always there with
Zak & Valant, smiling!
Trucy:
But then... she went away.
Phoenix:
Went away?
Trucy:
It was a grand illusion... but
she made a mistake.
Trucy:
She vanished... and I guess
she didn't know how to get
back.
Phoenix:
...Maybe so.
Trucy:
I cried then, a lot.
Trucy:
That's when Daddy gave me
this.
...Here.
Phoenix:
This... is your mother?
(She's beautiful...)
Trucy:
Her name's Thalassa.
Thalassa Gramarye.
Phoenix:
(Poor girl. I didn't know her
mommy had gone missing.)
Phoenix:
(And now her daddy's vanished,
too, right before her eyes.)
----------------------------
Thalassa Gramarye
Age: 33/40
Gender: Female
Trucy's mother.
Still missing after her
sudden disappearance.
----------------------------
Trucy:
Hey, Daddy? You won't...
Phoenix:
Don't worry. I won't vanish,
I promise.
Trucy:
Right! You can't even do
magic! You're like a backup
plan!
Trucy:
Daddy always said to have
a backup plan.
Phoenix:
(...I guess all I rate as
is a "backup plan".)
** Trucy's Locket added to the

Court Record. **
----------------------------
Trucy's Locket
Type: Other
Received from
Trucy Enigmar.
Contains a photo of Trucy's
mother, Thalassa.
=Check -> Examine Inside=
Phoenix:
...So this is Trucy's mother,
Thalassa.
Phoenix:
She's pretty. I can picture
her on stage with Zak.
Phoenix:
Still, she looks like a
down-to-earth type, too.
I guess Trucy takes after her.
----------------------------
=Present Locket=
Phoenix:
Trucy, about this locket...
Trucy:
Oh, that's Mommy!
Trucy:
Isn't Mommy pretty?
Trucy:
Wait... you don't want to
know more about Mommy, do
you, Daddy?
Phoenix:
I do, actually.
Trucy:
Eeek! I better keep an eye
on you, Daddy!
Phoenix:
......
Oh, that's not how I meant
it, honest.
Phoenix:
(She is beautiful, though.
And something more... Poise,
that's it. She's got poise.)
Phoenix:
I think that's probably
enough for today.
Phoenix:
Sorry to ask you so much
all at once like that.
Trucy:
It's OK! After all, we're
family!
Trucy:
I just hope you're ready!
Trucy:
The Wright Talent Agency
opens tomorrow!
Phoenix:
Wh-What!? B-But are we...
representing anyone?
Trucy:
Me and you...
That makes two, Daddy...!
Phoenix:
I think you need more than
that to make an agency.
Phoenix:
Besides...
Phoenix:
...you may be a magician...
but I'm no talent!
Trucy:
Oh, I'm sure there's
something you're good at!
Phoenix:
Well, when you put it that
way...
Trucy:
You mean you don't have any
tricks? No old standbys?
This will not do!
Trucy:
A boy should always have a
trick or two in his pocket.
Phoenix:
OK, OK! I'll think of
something.
Trucy:
That's the spirit! See you
bright and early tomorrow,
Daddy!
Mr. Hat:
Welcome to the team, Daddy-O!
Phoenix:
The team... right.
Phoenix:
Sometimes when magicians
vanish, they leave something
behind...
Phoenix:
That's how Trucy became
Trucy Wright... my daughter.
Phoenix:
To be honest, I was pretty
lost those first few days.
Phoenix:
Thinking back on it, it was
a pretty dark time in my life.
Phoenix:
But Trucy... happy, smiling
Trucy... she was my light.
=Defendant Lobby No. 2=
---
Seven Years Ago
District Court
---
Phoenix:
...Didn't think I'd be back
here for a while.
Phoenix:
I didn't want to have to
remember that day.
Judge:
...Though I deeply regret
having to declare a verdict
in this way...
Judge:
This trial is over.
Zak:
Ah, Your Honor?
Judge:
Y-Yes, Mr. Zak?
Zak:
There is one thing I wish to
make clear.
Zak:
Zak:
"guilty".
Judge:
Zak:
I am talking...
about this!
Phoenix:
M-Mr. Enigmar!!!
Klavier:
Find him! Quick!
Judge:
the building!
Judge:
allowed to escape!
Phoenix:
(When I came here on that
fateful morning, I still had
my badge. But now...)
Phoenix:
(Like an amputated limb...
I can still feel it itching.)
Phoenix:
(Where do I start? I don't
even have the authority to
investigate...)
???:
Hey, you there. Sir!
???:
Down on the hands! Floor
on your head! Now now now!
Phoenix:
Wh-Wh-What's the big idea!?
My ears...!
???:
No unauthorized personnel
aren't allowed in here!
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
But that would mean all
unauthorized personnel
are allowed.
???:
Zooooooooooooooooooooink!?
???:
...I just say it like it is
sir! And it's usually wrong.
???:
Thrown out of the precinct...
lost my friends, my girl
and even my wallet.
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
We've... met before, haven't
we?
Phoenix:
On a case... two years ago?
???:
No recollection of that, sir!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
???:
For me, "working on a case" is
always in the present
progressive tense, sir!
???:
There is no past! There is
only now! Sir!
Phoenix:
OK, OK!
You're... the bailiff, right?
Meekins:
Yes sir! Court Baliff Mike
Meekins at your service, sir!
----------------------------
Mike Meekins
Age: 24/31
Gender: Male
Bailiff responsible for
security at the trial where
Zak Gramarye vanished.
----------------------------
Phoenix:
Um...
Phoenix:
I've asked to meet with the
bailiff at this court who let
the magician escape.
Meekins:
Let me try to make this as
absolutely clear as possible
for you, sir!
Meekins:
It was meeeeeeeeeeeee!
Sir.
Phoenix:
B-But... you were a regular
police officer once... right?
Meekins:
......
Sometimes bad things happen
to good people, sir.
Phoenix:
(Something tells me it's a
long story. Let's not go
there.)
Phoenix:
So, you were in charge of
security at the time of the
"vanishing"...?
Meekins:
I'm. Dying. Over. Here!
Meekins:
Oh! Ohh! It's a hard knock
life, sir!
Meekins:
Thrown out of the precinct...
lost my friends, my girl
and even my wallet.
Phoenix:
(Guess I wasn't the only
"victim"...)
=Examine Doors=
Phoenix:
I guess this door was
officially a prop in Zak
Gramarye's last "show".
Phoenix:
He passed through that
lobby door and vanished...
but to where?
Phoenix:
He choreographed that entire
fateful trial according to
his grand scenario...
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
I hate magicians.
=Examine Plant=
Phoenix:
You know, I think this was
the lobby I used for my very
first case.
Phoenix:
This plant has seen me grow
from a rookie, to an ace...
to a has-been.
Phoenix:
I hate you, plant.
...Just kidding.
=Examine Couch=
Phoenix:
I actually took a nap on that
couch once when I was still
practicing law.
Phoenix:
...Boy, was that a mistake.
Phoenix:
I never even sit on the
lobby sofas now.
Phoenix:
I never let my clients sit
on them, either.
Phoenix:
It's bad luck.
=Examine Painting=
Phoenix:
I must have seen that painting
a thousand times, but I never
really looked at it until now.
Phoenix:
I guess my head was too stuck
in the trials...
Phoenix:
...I never had time to stop
and appreciate art.
Phoenix:
I have time now.
OK. Let's appreciate.
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
Actually, it's pretty lame.
=Present Anything=
Phoenix:
Any thoughts on this,
Mr. Meekins?
Meekins:
This...
This is an honor!!!
Meekins:
Sir! I've offered my opinions
on plenty of things, even
things I knew nothing about!
Meekins:
But no one's ever asked for
my opinion before!!!
Phoenix:
Ow. There's no need to
shout, really.
Phoenix:
...So, no opinion?
Meekins:
None! I know nothing about
that, sir!
Phoenix:
(But I thought... oh, never
mind.)
=Talk -> Meekins=
Phoenix:
The last time we met, you
were a police officer, right?
Phoenix:
...In fact, you're still
wearing your uniform.
Meekins:
Sir I... I wish I didn't have
to tell you this...
Meekins:
...but last year, tragedy
struck a rising star at the
precinct!
Meekins:
I lost my case files four
times... in three days!
They fired me!
Phoenix:
...That takes real talent,
actually. They don't know
what they're missing.
Meekins:
So here I am, sir! Forced to
start from square one, a
lowly bailiff!
Phoenix:
But, your uniform...
Meekins:
...I took it with me as a
souvenir the day I was fired!
Phoenix:
(That can't be legal.)
Phoenix:
So... you were the one who
let the magician get away
that day?
Meekins:
I'm. Dying. Over. Here!
Meekins:
A star rises among the court
bailiffs, full of hope!
Then... tragedy strikes!
Phoenix:
Is there anything you can
tell me about it?
Phoenix:
...About Zak Gramarye's
"disappearance"?
Meekins:
Oh, the humanity!!!!!!
Phoenix:
...That's enough of that.
=Talk -> The magician's disappearance=
Meekins:
Why yes, I'd say it was
around 2:00 PM when I heard
a commotion in court.
Meekins:
I opened the door to see
what might be amiss.
Meekins:
The door slams open! Slam!
And some guy's face is right
there in front of me! Face!
Phoenix:
So... you saw someone
suspicious coming your way.
Meekins:
Yes! And I, being a bailiff
of little standing... I gave
chase!
Meekins:
I chased that silk hat all
the way down the hall, sir!
Phoenix:
I have a diagram of the
court building here...
Meekins:
Ah ha! There's Courtroom No.7.
That's where I was, sir!
Meekins:
All by myself! Nary a friend
to call my own!
Phoenix:
OK... And which way did Zak
Gramarye run after bursting
through the courtroom door?
Meekins:
He went up, like this, and
around the corner, like that!
Meekins:
So I, with no delay...
Meekins:
...ran after him with no
delay!
Meekins:
When I turned the corner...
Meekins:
...I saw that magic man run
into the defendant lobby!
Meekins:
Swiftly, I ran!
Meekins:
Following him, I threw myself
boldly into the room!
Meekins:
Why, I remember it like it
was right here! Because it
was! Lobby No. 2, sir!
Phoenix:
You ran into this room...?
Phoenix:
(Hmm. I don't see any place
to hide in here...)
Meekins:
Believe it or not, sir,
I didn't believe it!
Meekins:
Here! In this room! The
magician! Gone! Vanished
like a puff of smoke!
Meekins:
Except there wasn't even
any smoke! He was just...
gone!
Phoenix:
......
That's impossible.
Meekins:
Yes, that! That word!
Oh how many times have I
said that word!
Meekins:
Even the sound of it causes
me indescribable pain!
Meekins:
...I'm dying...
I'm dying over heeeeeeeeere!
Phoenix:
O-OK, I won't say it again,
promise!
Phoenix:
But, you have to admit,
it's impo... er... difficult
to vanish into thin air!
Phoenix:
Did you search the lobby?
Meekins:
......
I searched.
Phoenix:
......
(Why the pause...?)
Meekins:
Th-Th-There was n-n-n-nothing
here at all. Sir!
Meekins:
That's right! Nothing was
here! Sir!
Phoenix:
(How can he talk so loud
and still be hiding
something...?)
=Talk -> The vanishing trick=
Phoenix:
So Zak was in this room
when he "vanished"...
Meekins:
Absolutely, sir! I saw him
with my own eyes! Eyes!
Meekins:
That red silk hat, that
flowing cape...
Meekins:
...He ran right in here!
Right inside this room!
Phoenix:
(Silk hat, cape... That's
Zak alright.)
Meekins:
But, sir, look at the room!
Meekins:
There's not a single place
to hide!
Meekins:
Sir, there was nothing I
could do but... nothing, sir!
Phoenix:
......
What about now?
Phoenix:
Have any ideas?
Meekins:
Sir!
Meekins:
I-I-I-Ideas about what,
exactly, sir, if you don't
mind me asking!?
Phoenix:
You've had quite a bit of
time since then.
Phoenix:
Has nothing occurred to you
at all?
Phoenix:
Do you have any idea what
trick he might have used
to disappear like that?
Meekins:
......
......
*TWO PSYCHE-LOCKS*
Phoenix:
(Psyche-Locks!
I should have known...)
((first time psyche-locks appear))
Phoenix:
(My Magatama... one of my most
prized possessions, which I
got during a certain case...)
Phoenix:
(It can show me the locks
on people's hearts.)
Phoenix:
(And if I can unlock their
hearts...)
Phoenix:
(...they'll tell me their
secrets!)
Phoenix:
(The Magatama starts it all.)
Phoenix:
(And the Magatama ends it!)
=Present Magatama=
-- The Disappearing Trick --

Phoenix:
...OK, Mr. Meekins.
Phoenix:
What do you know?
Spit it out.
Meekins:
...He-He-Hey! Who-Who-Who...
What's with the atmosphere in
here all of a sudden!?
Phoenix:
You know something, and I'm
going to find out what.
Phoenix:
Zak Gramarye vanished from
this room... How'd he do it?
Meekins:
H-H-How, sir? Well, sir,
I can't say as I... sir!
Phoenix:
Why are you so nervous if you
aren't hiding something...?
Meekins:
Well, sir, I, you see,
at the time, sir, I was
here, and...
Meekins:
Listen!
It was impossible!!!
Meekins:
What could such a little
girl possibly do, anyway!?
Phoenix:
...What did you just say?
Meekins:
...Nyurk! Sir! Did... I just
say something, sir?
Phoenix:
No, you screamed it through
that megaphone of yours.
Phoenix:
...There was someone else
in the room, wasn't there?
Meekins:
Sir! I'm going to have to
invoke my right to remain
in a state of not talking!
Phoenix:
(It's OK, Meekins. You don't
have to tell me who Zak's
accomplice was.)
Phoenix:
I know who was here in this
room that day.
((Stop))
Phoenix:
(I may not have enough
evidence right now to
pull this off.)
Phoenix:
(Maybe it's time to do a
little more legwork.)
((Life bar depleted))
...Any more of this, and

something's going to give.
...Time to cool off a bit

and rethink what I'm doing.
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
...Well?
Meekins:
......
Sir, I don't know what to
say, sir.
Meekins:
Except maybe I didn't need
to worry about not saying
anything!
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Meekins:
Sir, it is my distinct
pleasure to say, beyond
any shadow of a doubt, sir.
Meekins:
...You're wrong! You're wrong!
You're wrooooooooooong!
Phoenix:
(...I wish he'd invoke his
right to remain silent now.)
Phoenix:
(Still, his little outburst
back there should be enough
to go on...)
Phoenix:
("What could such a little
girl possibly do", was it?)
((Present Trucy Enigmar))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Meekins:
Sir, I, sir, I, sir, I, sir, I
Siiiiiiiiiiiiurgle.
Meekins:
I've never seen that girl
until just the other day.
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
Mr. Meekins. I'm not
buying it.
Meekins:
......
......
Meekins:
......
...Sir!
Meekins:
Sir, that day. She was here,
in the room, sir.
Meekins:
But he wasn't!!!
Phoenix:
You mean... you chased her
into this room, not him?
Meekins:
Sir... In my days as a police
officer -- literally days --
I learned a thing or two.
Meekins:
OK, just one thing. But it
was how not to mistake a girl
for a 7-foot-tall magician!
Phoenix:
(Seven feet? Zak isn't that
tall, is he?)
Phoenix:
You have a point...
Phoenix:
...I find it hard to imagine
that anyone would mistake a
little girl for Zak Gramarye.
Phoenix:
But, you saw something...
Phoenix:
...and therein lies the trick.
Phoenix:
I think you know what
it was, Mr. Meekins!
Phoenix:
Tell me, does this trick look
familiar!?
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Meekins:
...My my my.
Phoenix:
Your your your what?
Meekins:
I guess ex-attorneys have
some tricks up their sleeves,
too!
Phoenix:
...It hardly qualifies as
a "trick".
Meekins:
You might be able to fool
little girls with that...
Meekins:
...but you'll never fool
little Meekins!
Phoenix:
(Well, I think I put my foot
into that one.)
((Present The Amazing Mr. Hat))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Meekins:
Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-Tha-
Meekins:
What's that?
Phoenix:
That girl's favorite trick,
"The Amazing Mr. Hat".
Phoenix:
She uses it in her show
down at the Wonder Bar.
Meekins:
......
Phoenix:
Have you been to the
Wonder Bar?
Meekins:
......
So.
Meekins:
It wasn't a waking dream,
was it, sir?
Phoenix:
C-Come again?
Meekins:
That night, on stage, I saw
a vision! Except... it wasn't
a vision.
Meekins:
It was a hat.
Meekins:
An Amazing Mr. Hat!
He really exists!!
** Unlock Successful **
=Talk -> The vanishing trick=
Meekins:
I remember it clearly!
Though the details are
a little vague.
Meekins:
Zak Gramarye exited the
courtroom...
Meekins:
...I gave chase and cornered
him in the corner room, sir!
Meekins:
Zak Gramarye! Don't even think
you can escape Meekins!
Meekins:
Down on your hands! Floor
on your head!!!
Meekins:
......
H-Hello?
Trucy:
Something the matter, mister?
Meekins:
Er... no. That is...
Meekins:
Sir! I'm currently chasing
a suspect, sir!
Meekins:
Zak Gramarye...
Do you know him!?
Trucy:
Oh, I love Zak Gramarye!
His magic is the best!
Trucy:
I'm his biggest fan!
Meekins:
I see... That's why you're
wearing that costume you're
wearing.
Meekins:
Anyway! That very same Zak
came into this room!
Trucy:
But no one's been in here
except me...
Meekins:
...B-But he has to be in here
somewhere!
Meekins:
Under the sofa! In the trash
can! Behind the painting!
Under the rug!
Phoenix:
So... Trucy was his
accomplice.
Meekins:
Imagine my astonished surprise
when, one week later...
Meekins:
...I just happen to walk into
a bar and see... him!!!
Phoenix:
Mr. Hat.
Meekins:
I couldn't believe my own
eyes!
Meekins:
For a while, I thought it had
all been a long dream...
Phoenix:
(A dream that lasted a week!?)
Meekins:
But it wasn't the magician
who disappeared... it was
Mr. Hat.
Meekins:
*sniffle, sniffle*
=Talk -> The trick vanishes=
Phoenix:
Though it seems complex, what
really happened that day was
quite simple.
Phoenix:
You were standing by the door,
and out came Zak.
Phoenix:
...But that wasn't all.
Phoenix:
Another person got in on the
act... and she was standing
in front of Lobby No. 2.
Phoenix:
Along with Mr. Hat.
Meekins:
Ah, and that's the beauty
of it, isn't it...?
Phoenix:
So...
Phoenix:
...while you are standing in
shock and amazement, the
magician rounds the corner...
Phoenix:
...and, most likely, runs
through the closest door...
into Lobby No. 1.
Phoenix:
This is where you come in.
Phoenix:
You turn the corner, in rather
lukewarm pursuit...
Phoenix:
...and at that very moment,
Trucy runs into Lobby No. 2!
Phoenix:
Then, all she has to do is
tuck away the Amazing Mr. Hat.
Meekins:
Sir, I...
Meekins:
...I only lost sight of him
for the briefest of moments!
Meekins:
Then, I saw that cape!
Zak Gramarye's red cape
fluttering like a... cape!
Meekins:
......
Meekins:
...Astounding, sir!
Meekins:
All my days of posing queries
and making inquiries and
chasing quarries... wasted!
Meekins:
It was as if I could see
them melting away like...
Meekins:
...an ice cream cone left by
the side of the road to die!!!
Meekins:
Or the scattered remains of
a messily eaten chocolate
parfait!!!
Phoenix:
(Such sweet sorrows...)
Phoenix:
...I'm sorry.
Phoenix:
I had no idea how much you'd
suffered on account of this
case.
Meekins:
It...
It's an honor, sir!!!
Meekins:
I've apologized to people
many, many times! Sometimes
more than once!
Meekins:
But this is the first time
anyone's ever apologized to
meeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Phoenix:
Actually, about that girl...
Phoenix:
...I'm sort of her guardian
now.
Meekins:
Is that so?
Meekins:
......
Meekins:
......
Meekins:
Sir! You should know that
I harbor no ill feelings
whatsoever in my harbor!
Phoenix:
Um, OK...
Meekins:
I let the defendant escape,
that's the stone cold truth!
Meekins:
Just another step on my way
from singing the blues to
wearing the blues!
Meekins:
Someday, sir, I'll be standing
side-by-side with the great
Detective Guamshoooooooooooe!
Phoenix:
...Erm, Mr. Meekins.
Phoenix:
This is a free ticket to the
show at the Wonder Bar.
Phoenix:
If you want...
Meekins:
It...
It's an honor, sir!!!
Meekins:
Sir! I can't count the number
of things I've had taken from
me, sir!
Meekins:
But no one's ever given me
anything for freeeeeeee!
Meekins:
Right! I'll see you in
court next time then, sir!
Phoenix:
I look forward to it.
Phoenix:
All eyes were on Zak Gramarye
that day in court... until
his mysterious disappearance.
Phoenix:
Now part of the mystery's been
revealed... but the magician
remained out of sight.
Phoenix:
It would be seven years
before I met him again...
=Borscht Bowl Club=
---
Present Day
Borscht Bowl Club
---
Kristoph:
...I'll be taking my leave,
now.
Kristoph:
Still have some work to do
back at the office.
Phoenix:
...Then I guess I'll go back
to my piano.
Kristoph:
To be honest, it's better
when you aren't playing.
Kristoph:
This frigid culinary dungeon
almost feels... comfortable.
Kristoph:
...Later, then.
Phoenix:
(*sigh*...
Two hours left on my shift.)
Phoenix:
(Wonder if we'll get any
"customers" tonight.)
???:
...Ahem. Do you know who
I am?
Phoenix:
"Who I Am"? No... But if you
hum it, I can play it!
Phoenix:
...Just kidding, I don't do
requests.
???:
How about a different sort
of request?
???:
You see... I play cards.
Phoenix:
Oh... a customer.
Phoenix:
I was just hoping someone
would come in and save me from
a night at the keys.
???:
...I seek a true competition.
I have heard the Borscht Bowl
Club is the place for this.
???:
Now I see the rumor is true.
Phoenix:
...And this is?
A friend of yours?
???:
Ah! Don't mind me! I'm just
your friendly neighborhood
newsman!
???:
...Ah. He will not be playing
tonight.
???:
When his business is finished,
I shall send him home.
???:
This competition will be
between us. No others.
Phoenix:
The Wright Talent Agency
represents two artists.
Phoenix:
And I'm number two. I play
piano... Well, sort of.
Phoenix:
It's actually just a front
for my real talent...
Phoenix:
...which is playing poker.
Phoenix:
Don't ask me how I got
started. I don't remember.
Phoenix:
But I'm good. Real good.
Phoenix:
It didn't take long for
the rumors to get around...
Phoenix:
"Go to the Borscht Bowl Club
if you want a real game.
That guy's never lost"...
Phoenix:
People don't come to hear
me tickle the ivory. They come
to watch me play cards.
Phoenix:
Is this a seedy poker club?
No. It's a restaurant.
Phoenix:
We don't play for high stakes.
There's no money involved.
Phoenix:
But real players carry cash...
and they're always thirsty.
Phoenix:
It's a handy source of income
for the club owner.
Phoenix:
Then, let's compete. I'll
take you to the room.
???:
The Hydeout, yes.
But before we go...
Phoenix:
...Yes?
???:
Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Shadi Smith.
Brushel:
Oh, and I'm Brushel! Spark
Brushel! News reporter!
----------------------------
Spark Brushel
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Freelance journalist.
Can smell a scoop from
miles away.
----------------------------
Phoenix:
Oh. I'm...
???:
No, no, Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
???:
You must always look a man
in the eye when you make
your introductions.
???:
...You still do not know
who I am?
Phoenix:
Have we... met?
(Ah...!)
Zak:
Zak:
"guilty".
Judge:
Zak:
I am talking...
about this!
Phoenix:
M-Mr. Enigmar!!!
Klavier:
Find him! Quick!
Judge:
the building!
Judge:
allowed to escape!
Phoenix:
Y-You can't be...
But you're...!
Phoenix:
...Zak Gramarye!?
Zak:
Yes... The reincarnation
act of the century.
Zak:
Pity I have only an audience
of one.
Zak:
...You.
Phoenix:
(Zak Gramarye!? This must be
a bad dream.)
Phoenix:
(In a sense, this guy ruined
my life.)
Zak:
You there!
Olga:
...D-Dah?
Zak:
We will play soon.
Ready the room.
Olga:
Dah... I will be preparing
the Hydeout for you.
Phoenix:
Are you really him?
The Zak Gramarye?
----------------------------
Shadi Smith
Age: 47
Gender: Male
In reality, the magician
Zak. Murdered at Russian
eatery: the Borscht Bowl Club.
----------------------------
Zak:
Now I am Shadi Smith.
Remember this.
Phoenix:
...How many years has it been
now? Six?
Zak:
In exactly three days from
now, it will be seven.
Zak:
I caused you much...
inconvenience, I fear.
Phoenix:
Yeah, you could say that.
Zak:
Is... she well?
Trucy, I mean.
Phoenix:
She's fine.
Phoenix:
I've got her working already.
Hope you don't mind.
Zak:
I hardly need express my
gratitude. But, you have it.
Zak:
...This is why I have come.
Zak:
That, and to settle a matter
of cards.
Phoenix:
...By which you mean poker?
(Those eyes! He's serious...)
Zak:
I despise losing above all
else.
Zak:
And so, I have decided that
I will win tonight.
No matter what it takes.
Phoenix:
(I know this guy's type...
and they're dangerous.)
Phoenix:
(Everything's about the
competition. All else is
secondary.)
Zak:
...Perhaps we should take
this time to talk, before
we play.
Zak:
I know you have much to
ask me.
Zak:
...And I, you.
=Examine Juice Crate=
Zak:
This... is grape juice?
Is it refreshing?
Phoenix:
I usually drink too much and
it ends up making me thirsty.
Zak:
...Oh, Mr. Wright.
Zak:
There is something inside
that bottle.
Phoenix:
Huh...?
It's my business card.
Zak:
......
Zak:
You aren't surprised at all.
Perhaps you don't like magic?
Phoenix:
(I sure felt surprised. Maybe
I had my poker face on.)
=Examine Piano=
Zak:
I must say, it comes as
quite a surprise.
Zak:
I never knew you played.
Phoenix:
I'd do anything else if
I could, believe me.
Phoenix:
Oh yeah, there's something
you could help me with.
Phoenix:
Do you think you could make
that piano disappear?
Phoenix:
...It'd help out in a lot
of ways, really.
Zak:
......
Zak:
Wah ha ha ha ha ha ha!
You say the funniest things
with the straightest face!
Phoenix:
...People always tell me that.
(Except I wasn't joking.)
=Examine Table=
Phoenix:
One of the restaurant tables.
This one's the closest to
the piano.
Phoenix:
...Which makes it the hardest
to eat at, I hear.
Phoenix:
...On days when I'm playing,
that is.
Zak:
the ukulele?
Zak:
The sound is slight, the
annoyance, curtailed.
Phoenix:
A ukulele in a Russian
restaurant?
Zak:
Then, you must go to a
Hawaiian restaurant.
Phoenix:
Hawaiian shirts don't go
with my complexion.
Zak:
Wa ha ha ha ha ha ha!
...I give up.
=Present Trucy's Locket=
Phoenix:
This person in the photo is
Trucy's mother?
Zak:
...!
How did you come by this?
Phoenix:
Trucy showed it to me.
Phoenix:
She said her mother
was "gone"...
Zak:
Then, it is so.
Phoenix:
Huh?
Zak:
She is gone. What more is
there to say?
Phoenix:
(Um... lots?)
Brushel:
Ah, I know, I know!
Phoenix:
Whoa! You're still here!?
Brushel:
According to my in-depth
research...
Brushel:
..."Trucy's Mother Magnifi
Gramarye's Only Daughter!"
end quote.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!? Magnifi's daughter?
Is that true, Mr. Zak...?
Zak:
Brushel! You say too much!
Brushel:
Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrng!
Brushel:
Eh? Eh? What, why am I the
bad guy? Why?
Phoenix:
(Zak decked him...)
Zak:
In any case, Mr. Wright,
this discussion... is over.
Phoenix:
(Thalassa Gramarye... She's
the most mysterious of the
whole lot.)
Phoenix:
(I need to gather me some
more evidence, clearly.)
----------------------------
Thalassa Gramarye
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Trucy's mother, and the
daughter of Magnifi Gramarye.
Whereabouts currently unknown.
----------------------------
=Present Trucy's Locket (again)=
Phoenix:
This woman is Trucy's mother,
yes?
Zak:
......
Phoenix:
She said her mother was
"gone".
Zak:
...And it is so. What more
is there to say?
Phoenix:
(Thalassa Gramarye... Magnifi
Gramarye's only daughter.)
Phoenix:
(I need to gather me some
more evidence, clearly.)
=Present Other=
Phoenix:
Mr. Zak, could you tell me
about this?
Zak:
...Mr. Wright.
Zak:
We meet for the first time
in seven years, and you
offer me this? Please.
Phoenix:
It... wasn't a present.
Phoenix:
(This guy's a hard sell.)
Phoenix:
(Probably won't get a rise out
of him unless I show him
something real interesting.)
=Talk -> The meaning of competition=
Phoenix:
We competed that day
seven years ago, too.
Zak:
Ah, yes. ...You must have
been surprised.
Zak:
...Called to the detention
center out of the blue.
Two...
One...
...Showdown time.
I... I lost.
It's only a game of poker.
A game I've played for a long

time... and only lost twice.
...Who was the first?
The man I "killed"... of

course...
Phoenix:
You choose your defense
attorneys by playing poker.
Zak:
Some are hired, others fired.
Zak:
When you compete, you see
a man's true nature.
Zak:
You know what I speak of.
...I know that you do.
Phoenix:
...Trucy's "power"?
Zak:
Trucy? She is in a class
of her own.
Phoenix:
(For seven years I've played
poker here at the Borscht
Bowl Club...)
Phoenix:
(And I've never lost once.
I'm good... but not that
good.)
Phoenix:
(I win because whenever
there's a big game, I bring
in Trucy.)
Phoenix:
(...And she sends me signals.)
Trucy:
...Daddy, he's got a good
hand.
Trucy:
...You might have a chance
if you act quick! Better
call him soon.
Phoenix:
Can you tell me what
her power is?
Zak:
Judging a person's thoughts
by reading their reactions is
a staple of performance magic.
Zak:
But those of Trucy's line
possess far greater skill.
Phoenix:
...Her "line"?
Zak:
Recall, you were the second
man to whom I've lost.
Phoenix:
Magnifi Gramarye...
Zak:
That was the first time I
learned of this "power", as
you call it.
Phoenix:
Wait, so you're saying...
Phoenix:
...her power is genetic?
Phoenix:
It's just "in" the Gramarye
blood or something?
Zak:
"Blood"...
*THREE PSYCHE-LOCKS*
Zak:
I am sorry, but it is not
something told lightly
to outsiders.
Zak:
And it is nothing you need
to know at this time.
Phoenix:
(It's some kind of Gramarye
secret, then? Fine...)
=Talk -> About Trucy...=
Zak:
She's... fifteen this year?
Phoenix:
She's still trying her best
to follow in your footsteps,
you know.
Zak:
I... see.
Zak:
When I planned my diappearing
act, it was the thought of her
alone that gave me pause.
Phoenix:
Wait, you were planning
on vanishing from the get-go?
Zak:
Yes, and for that, I must
apologize.
However...
Zak:
I could not be found
guilty that day.
Zak:
Because of this.
Phoenix:
This...?
Zak:
A transferal of rights.
You see the signature?
Phoenix:
A transferal...?
Phoenix:
That's Magnifi Gramarye's
signature, isn't it?
I hereby give all rights to

the secrets, staging, and
performance of my magic
to the recipient named
below.
Recipient: Zak Gramarye
Magnifi Gramarye
Phoenix:
"I hereby give all rights to
the secrets, staging, and
performance of my magic..."
Phoenix:
"...to the recipient named
below."
Phoenix:
And the recipient's name...
is you... Zak Gramarye.
Zak:
Yes, it is I.
Phoenix:
Wait... This page looks
torn.
Zak:
You recall the diary, yes?
Phoenix:
First... take a close look at
this diary.
Phoenix:
...Notice that a page has
clearly been ripped out!
Phoenix:
As it just so happens...
Phoenix:
...I have here what I believe
to be the missing page.
Judge:
W-Wait. Let me see that!
Phoenix:
...How could I forget?
Phoenix:
That scrap of paper lost
me my attorney's badge.
Zak:
This is the real page that
was torn from the book.
Zak:
Magnifi gave it to me that
night.
Phoenix:
...You could have told me
this earlier. Like, seven
years earlier.
Zak:
Once again, I must apologize.
Zak:
It was all I could do to
prepare for my escape from
that courtroom.
=Talk -> Transferal of rights=
Zak:
The greatest of Magnifi
Gramarye's illusions are
true art.
Zak:
As such, they are well
protected... by this
document.
Zak:
Only its bearer may perform
his illusions on stage.
Phoenix:
(Sounds like a pretty
important thing to have
if you're his disciple.)
Zak:
As the rightful heir to
his art, I, too, wanted a
rightful heir.
Phoenix:
"Rightful"...?
Zak:
I'm sure you know who I
chose as my successor.
Phoenix:
Your daughter.
Zak:
That is why I have risked
all to come here tonight.
Zak:
...Brushel.
Brushel:
Sir!
Ah, here you go.
Phoenix:
What's this...?
Zak:
A letter passing the rights
I have inherited to Trucy.
Zak:
I would have you sign here,
as a witness.
Phoenix:
B-But... I'm not a lawyer
anymore.
Phoenix:
And you need a public notary,
besides.
Brushel:
Ah, I may not look it, but
I'm a certified notary!
Phoenix:
You are...?
Brushel:
By day, I wear a notary's
glasses and hunt for news.
Brushel:
Also by day, I wear a
reporter's glasses and
notarize!
Brushel:
When I take off the glasses...
I can't see very well.
Zak:
Your signature, please.
This is the first reason
I have come here tonight.
** Transferal of Rights added

----------------------------
Transferal of Rights
Type: Documents
Received from
Shadi Smith.
Document tranferring the
right to perform the Gramarye
repertoire to daughter Trucy.
=Check -> Examine Signature=
Phoenix:
Zak's signature.
Phoenix:
I'm sure he's written it many
times, being an ex-star and
all.
Phoenix:
Hmm. I bet there's plenty of
people out there who'd kill
for a Zak Gramarye autograph.
----------------------------
Phoenix:
Ah... I've finally figured
it out.
Phoenix:
Now I know why you've come
out of hiding only now.
Phoenix:
It's been seven years, you
said?
Zak:
...Precisely.
=Talk -> Seven years=
Phoenix:
...There's a law that covers
your situation.
Phoenix:
After seven years, missing
persons are considered to
be legally "deceased".
Phoenix:
So, if someone was to vanish
from the face of the earth
seven years ago...
Phoenix:
...they would lose all rights
as a "living person" after
seven years from that day.
Phoenix:
Not to mention all of their
possessions.
Zak:
Exactly.
Which is why I am here.
Zak:
I risk showing my face in
public for the sake of this
document.
Zak:
...Before my seven years are
up.
Zak:
You might say, I am securing
my daughter's inheritance.
Phoenix:
But do you really need this
document?
Phoenix:
Wouldn't Trucy inherit your
estate automatically?
Zak:
...Not in this case, I am
afraid.
Phoenix:
"This case"...?
Zak:
Yes, I received the
performance rights from
Magnifi Gramarye.
Zak:
However, this was done in
secret, without witnesses.
Zak:
Before Magnifi died, two
potential successors to his
repertoire were named.
Zak:
Myself, Zak Gramarye.
And Valant Gramarye.
Zak:
...Not Trucy.
Phoenix:
I see. So you do need this
document.
Zak:
I have known Brushel since
before I vanished. He is
a man I trust.
Zak:
Now, only three know of
my "rebirth".
Phoenix:
...I took the liberty of
looking into Trucy's
background.
Phoenix:
And found you had no other
close kin.
Zak:
...It is as you say.
Zak:
......
Phoenix:
......
(OK...)
Phoenix:
(I was kind of hoping he'd
say something about the
mother at this point.)
Zak:
......
Phoenix:
(I know everyone else, but
Trucy's mother... is a
mystery.)
Zak:
Well, the prelude may have
been longer than the main
attraction.
Zak:
Shall we begin our game?
My final competition?
Phoenix:
Final...? Why?
Zak:
As you said, I have come out
of hiding today to make this
document legally binding.
Zak:
Once that is done, I shall
slip once more underground.
Phoenix:
...Without seeing your
daughter?
Zak:
......
Zak:
It would be best if I did not.
Zak:
...Seven years ago, we played.
Seven years ago, I lost.
Zak:
I already lost to Magnifi.
I do not care to lose to
another.
Zak:
And I have heard that you
never lose.
Phoenix:
...It's just a rumor.
Zak:
Yes... for it is impossible
to never lose. Unless one has
an ace up one's sleeve.
Phoenix:
......
Zak:
As a magician, it causes me
no end of irritation.
Zak:
To think a mere lawyer might
be out there, pulling the wool
over so many eyes.
Phoenix:
Hey... I just signed your
document for you. Maybe you
could try lightening up?
Zak:
That was that. This is this.
Zak:
For my final competition,
I will destroy your perfect
record, Phoenix Wright.
Zak:
This... will be my final
performance. You are warned.
Phoenix:
(This guy is beyond serious...
So much for a fun evening
of cards.)
Zak:
...Brushel.
You may leave.
Brushel:
Ah, but, it's your last game!
I mean, what a scoop...
Zak:
......
...I punch, and I punch.
But still, it is not enough.
Brushel:
......
Er, I just remembered a
future, er, prior engagement!
Brushel:
Toodles, gentlemen! Oh, and
nice meeting you, piano man!
Zak:
...Then let us begin.
Dealer!
Olga:
...Dah?
Zak:
You will be witness to our
competition.
Olga:
Dah. It is honor for me.
Phoenix:
...?
(Why haven't I seen her
around here before?)
Zak:
Ah, that reminds me...
Zak:
I saw a familiar face as I
entered this restaurant.
Zak:
...He did not seem to
notice me, however.
Phoenix:
...?
Zak:
Gavin... I believe was his
name.
Phoenix:
You know him?
Zak:
After a fashion.
...Listen, Phoenix Wright.
Zak:
One can learn much from a
true competition.
Zak:
...Remember this.
Phoenix:
The Gramarye "power"...
Phoenix:
I was close to understanding
it, but I needed more.
Phoenix:
And I knew where to get it.
...Trucy's mother.
Phoenix:
I'd need to meet that reporter
again, that was clear...
Phoenix:
...And one other thing.
Phoenix:
From the moment my "final
competition" with Zak began
that night...
Phoenix:
...a name was running
through my head.
Phoenix:
...The name of a man now in
prison.
Phoenix:
...A name Zak Gramarye knew.
But how? And why...?
=Solitary Cell 13=
---
Present Day
Central Prison
Solitary Cell 13
---
Kristoph:
Well well, isn't this an
unexpected surprise?
Kristoph:
What errand brings you down
to my cramped confines?
Phoenix:
Gavin...
Kristoph:
Is... this your idea of
revenge, Phoenix Wright?
Kristoph:
Revenge for the events that
took away your attorney's
badge seven years ago!?
Phoenix:
My past is like my logic,
straight and true.
Phoenix:
Nothing's changed.
Phoenix:
All I did was point the finger
of justice in the proper
direction.
Kristoph:
...
Fine.
Kristoph:
I'm glad we could have this
little tête-à-tête, Wright.
Kristoph:
...You look well, Phoenix
Wright.
Phoenix:
You, too... Gavin.
=Examine Roses=
Phoenix:
(Nice roses...)
Phoenix:
You taking care of this one
here?
Kristoph:
Ah, yes, she's surprisingly
delicate, you know.
Kristoph:
Requires careful tending.
But, she is my "best friend",
as they say.
Phoenix:
"Best"...? Come on, now I'm
starting to feel bad for you.
Kristoph:
Oh?
Kristoph:
Of course, she's known to
bite if handled roughly.
Phoenix:
Y-Your rose bites?
Kristoph:
......
Kristoph:
I was speaking of the photo
next to the rose.
Kristoph:
My retriever, Vongole.
Cute, but feisty.
Phoenix:
(Every dog has its thorn...)
=Examine Bookshelf=
Kristoph:
It's strange, you know?
Kristoph:
Here I am in solitary, and
yet the books keep piling up.
Phoenix:
Looks like you've got more
than books up there.
Kristoph:
...Ah, yes, my "collection".
Kristoph:
I've a few friends on the
prison staff. They show me
a little kindness.
Phoenix:
(...Just a "little"?)
=Examine Chair=
Phoenix:
That's some chair. Just
looking at it makes me want
to take a seat.
Phoenix:
You'd probably have to add
a whole digit to the price
of one of my office chairs.
Kristoph:
In here, a comfortable chair
is the most valuable thing
in the world.
Kristoph:
You'd have to add two digits
to the price of the standard
prison-issue chair for this.
Phoenix:
(...Those prison chairs don't
look so bad, either. Maybe
I should redecorate.)
=Examine Envelope=
Phoenix:
(That envelope's been
bothering me since I came
in here...)
Kristoph:
It's not nice to peek at
other people's mail.
Phoenix:
...You get mail here in
jail?
Kristoph:
That I do, though they read
it first, apparently.
Kristoph:
Still, I am allowed the
pleasure of correspondence.
Kristoph:
Packages and the like are
a different matter, however.
Phoenix:
(Hmm. Looks like sneaking a
peek is out of the question.)
=Present Anything=
Phoenix:
this, Gavin?
Kristoph:
...I hardly need remind you
that I am not a free man.
Kristoph:
I care little about the
outside world. Save advances
in chair technology.
Phoenix:
(No information forthcoming
there, I guess.)
=Talk -> Gavin's murder=
Kristoph:
Life has been full of
surprises... for both of us.
Phoenix:
......
Kristoph:
I've no doubt you never
expected to lose that
attorney's badge of yours.
Phoenix:
And I'll bet you never
expected to wind up here.
Phoenix:
"Shadi Smith"... was the name
of the man you killed.
Phoenix:
Did you know who he really
was?
Kristoph:
Who he was...?
Phoenix:
Zak Gramarye.
You know, the defendant.
Kristoph:
......
I remember him, of course.
Kristoph:
But you say Smith was Zak?
Impossible.
Phoenix:
...Don't even try to tell
me it was a coincidence.
Kristoph:
...What did I just say?
Kristoph:
Life is full of surprises.
Don't you think?
Phoenix:
After that trial, you were
arrested and found guilty.
Phoenix:
But your motive was never
made clear.
Phoenix:
...A mistake I plan to
remedy.
Kristoph:
...You're not an attorney
anymore, Phoenix Wright.
Kristoph:
What possible conclusion do
you think this "investigation"
of yours can lead to?
Kristoph:
I killed a man named "Smith"
with a bottle because I am
an evil human being.
Kristoph:
...Isn't that enough?
Phoenix:
(...Not for me, it isn't.)
Phoenix:
(I need to know why you
did it, Gavin.)
=Talk -> 7-year-old case=
Phoenix:
You recall that case seven
years ago?
Kristoph:
Ah, yes. The trial where Zak
Gramarye pulled his famous
vanishing act!
Kristoph:
My brother won his fair share
of praise and adoration for
that trial, as I recall.
Kristoph:
"Genius Prosecutor Reveals
Crooked Attorney", was it?
Phoenix:
...That was when I met you,
wasn't it?
Kristoph:
Was it now.
Phoenix:
The Bar Association review
board voted unanimously for
the "strictest punishment".
Phoenix:
Unanimous... save for one
dissenting opinion. Yours.
Kristoph:
......
Kristoph:
It was my brother who was
responsible for putting you
in that position, after all.
Phoenix:
For seven years we've been
friends...
Phoenix:
...and yet, I still don't
understand you.
Kristoph:
But Wright, your "friendship"
toward me was never pure.
Kristoph:
...You suspected me then as
you still do now, don't you?
Phoenix:
...Honestly, right now, I'm
not sure what I think.
=Reason for murder=
Phoenix:
You didn't just brain a guy
with a juice bottle for no
reason.
Phoenix:
Tell me why you did it.
Kristoph:
...Persistent, aren't you?
Phoenix:
I came here... because I
remembered something.
Phoenix:
The night of our "game"...
Phoenix:
...Zak Gramarye mentioned your
name, Gavin.
Zak:
Ah, that reminds me...
Zak:
I saw a familiar face as I
entered this restaurant.
Zak:
...He did not seem to
notice me, however.
Phoenix:
...?
Zak:
Gavin... I believe was his
name.
Phoenix:
...After that, he was killed.
And I asked you to help me.
Phoenix:
...Because I remembered your
kindness back when everyone
had turned on me.
...I seem to be in a bit

of trouble.
...Dead. Someone hit him.

Hard.

be here any minute.

Phoenix:
...I have to know.
Phoenix:
Why did you kill Shadi Smith?
No... Zak Gramarye!?
Kristoph:
......
*FIVE BLACK PSYCHE-LOCKS*
Phoenix:
(Wh-Whoa! I've never seen
Psyche-Locks like these!)
Phoenix:
(Dark... Cold...
Full of despair...)
Phoenix:
(Can I even unlock these
things...?)
Kristoph:
Something wrong, Wright?
Phoenix:
...No.
It's nothing.
Kristoph:
You shouldn't push yourself
so hard. Life is to be taken
easy, you know.
Kristoph:
......
Phoenix:
(...He's doing his nails.)
=Examine Nail Polish=
Kristoph:
You're thinking, "What
self-respecting man would
use nail polish?"
Phoenix:
Not really. I know appearances
are a big thing with you.
Kristoph:
You know what I say?
Kristoph:
One cannot live a beautiful
life without beautiful nails.
Kristoph:
First rate, in all things.
Accept nothing less.
Phoenix:
That certainly does look like
first rate nail polish. I like
the sparkly bottle.
Kristoph:
It's crystal.
Kristoph:
If you're so drawn to it,
please, have one. It's on me.
** Nail Polish slipped into

pocket. **
----------------------------
Nail Polish
Type: Other
Received from
Solitary Cell 13.
Retrieved from Kristoph
Gavin's cell. The nail
polish is colorless.
=Check -> Examine Bottom=
Phoenix:
Hmm... "Ariadoney"... I've
heard of that brand.
Phoenix:
And this must be the brand
symbol... It's supposed to
be some kind of flower.
Phoenix:
Wait, no, maybe it's a hand.
Wait... on second thought.
Phoenix:
Is that an eagle?
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
Who makes these things up,
anyway?
Phoenix:
You'd think they'd try for a
clearer symbol, at least.
----------------------------
=Drew Studio (past)=
---
Seven Years Ago
Drew Studio
---
???:
I... figured you'd come
here sooner or later.
Phoenix:
I decided on sooner.
Drew Misham... was it?
Drew:
......
Drew:
I... I haven't done anything
illegal.
Phoenix:
...And I didn't come here to
whine about past events.
Phoenix:
I wanted to ask you some
questions.
Drew:
...I suppose you have that
right.
Drew:
That day... the entire court
descended into chaos.
Drew:
Only you stood still, your
eyes calmly watching.
Drew:
I admit, it made quite an
impression on me.
Phoenix:
I'm used to finding myself
in outrageous situations.
Drew:
Phoenix Wright, was it?
I'll answer what I can.
Phoenix:
......
(I'm not sure, but...)
Phoenix:
(...it feels like I'm being
watched... intensely.)
???:
......
Drew:
Ah, this is my daughter.
Vera, say hello.
Vera:
......
----------------------------
Vera Misham
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Arrested on suspicion of
poisoning her father, Drew
Misham. Currently on trial.
----------------------------
Phoenix:
(She's gone...)
Drew:
Shall we begin, then?
=Examine Door=
Drew:
Ah, going home by any chance?
Phoenix:
Ah, er, no, I was just
checking out the door.
Drew:
...Oh.
Phoenix:
(Good thing I'm far too
stubborn to take hints like
that.)
=Examine Figure Drawing=
Phoenix:
What's this painting here...?
Drew:
Ah, that's one of mine. It's
an illustration for a book.
Drew:
It's not on sale, yet, of
course. But I thought it might
be a good business.
Drew:
As a father, I'd like to be
able to put food on my
daughter's table.
Phoenix:
(Hmm... Not a feeling I
know anything about...
At least not yet.)
=Examine Paints=
Phoenix:
Paints are scattered all
around. Probably the ones
he's currently using.
Phoenix:
There's something very
artistic about a messy room.
Phoenix:
Not that this is anything
compared to my office.
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
I guess that would make my
office a "masterpiece".
=Examine Shelves=
Phoenix:
Paints and pigments are lined
up on the shelves... with some
noticable gaps.
Drew:
It's embarrassing, but I can't
afford all the paints I want.
Drew:
I insist on buying the ones
I use with my own money.
Phoenix:
I can see how you'd want to
do that, sure.
Drew:
Perhaps you've heard that
you can make any color...
Drew:
...as long as you have the
three primary colors?
Well, it's a lie.
Phoenix:
(...Poor guy.)
=Examine Equipment=
Phoenix:
You use these gizmos for
painting? They're pretty...
elaborate.
Drew:
Ah, those...
Drew:
Those aren't for painting.
They're for analyzing.
Drew:
Paint composition, age...
every conceivable angle.
Phoenix:
(...Tools of the forgery
trade, I guess.)
=Examine Paintings=
Phoenix:
These are some finished
paintings stacked here.
Phoenix:
They don't look all that
bad, really.
Drew:
...I'll sell you one for
50 cents.
Phoenix:
......
That's OK. They look kind
of heavy.
Drew:
...Oh.
Phoenix:
(Maybe he needs to work on
his sales technique a bit.)
=Examine Desk=
Phoenix:
Maybe I'll just sidle on over
here for a closer look...
=Examine Envelope=
Phoenix:
What's this red envelope...?
Drew:
Ah! Don't touch that!
Drew:
That's, er, it's quite
important.
Phoenix:
(The painter's face just
changed hue.)
Phoenix:
(Guess I'd better behave.
Though it's tempting to
just grab it...)
=Examine Nail Polish=
Phoenix:
That's a pretty bottle.
Drew:
Ah, don't touch that, please.
I'll get in trouble.
Phoenix:
...?
Drew:
It belongs to Vera, you see.
Drew:
She always puts it somewhere
she can see it. She looks at
it often.
Phoenix:
(There's a light pink fluid
inside.)
Phoenix:
(Nail polish, I'm guessing.)
=Examine Photo=
Phoenix:
This is you and Vera?
Drew:
Yes... Yes. We took that one
quite recently.
Drew:
I know, I'm a painter. Why not
paint a portrait instead.
Drew:
...I've never been that good
at people, unfortunately.
Phoenix:
Ah... right.
(Shouldn't you practice?)

Phoenix:
That's an awfully small
frame.
Phoenix:
What's that inside it?
A stamp?
Drew:
Ah, please don't touch
that. I'll get in trouble.
Phoenix:
...?
Drew:
That stamp belongs to Vera,
you see.
Drew:
She always puts it somewhere
she can see it.
Phoenix:
That's "Zak & Valant"... the
Gramaryes, isn't it?
Drew:
The post office issued that
commemorative stamp last year.
Drew:
When the Gramaryes were at the
height of their popularity.
Phoenix:
(Not anymore...)
Phoenix:
(...now that one of them has
vanished off the face of
the Earth.)
Drew:
Vera went to see one
of their shows when
she was quite small.
Drew:
She's been a dedicated
fan ever since.
Drew:
She watched them every time
they came on TV... until the
end.
Phoenix:
...I see.
Drew:
That stamp's quite hard to
come by, I hear.
Drew:
...I still wonder how she
got her hands on it.
** Commemorative Stamp added to

----------------------------
Commemorative Stamp
Type: Other
Received from
Drew Studio.
Commemorative stamp showing
Troupe Gramarye. Touch the
----------------------------
=Examine Tiny Frame (again)=
Phoenix:
That's an awfully small
frame.
Phoenix:
There's a commemorative stamp
of the Gramaryes inside.
=Present Notebook Page=
Phoenix:
Your "work"... Don't try to
pretend you've forgotten.
Drew:
......
Phoenix:
Sure, all you did was make
a "copy"...
Phoenix:
...but that "copy" might have
destroyed the life of an
innocent man.
Drew:
......
Phoenix:
I'm responsible, too. Which is
why I have to know.
Phoenix:
...And you have to tell me.
Drew:
I... knew it would be
difficult to escape this.
Phoenix:
Then... let's talk.
Drew:
......
=Present Other=
Phoenix:
Mr. Misham, I was wondering
if you could tell me about
this...
Drew:
I've... not been in touch
with the outside world for
some time now.
Drew:
I'm sorry, but that... isn't
much of an inspiration to me.
Phoenix:
(...Oh, so now he's the
sensitive artist.)
=Talk -> Mr. Misham=
Phoenix:
Judging from this place...
you're a painter?
Drew:
Not, sadly, a profitable one.
I've never sold a painting.
Drew:
It's a source of considerable
embarrassment.
Drew:
I would be able to get
by, were it only me...
Phoenix:
Your daughter...?
Drew:
Her mother... grew weary of
me and left.
Drew:
I don't want her to grow
up needy, Mr. Wright.
Drew:
That is why... I began my
other occupation.
Phoenix:
Forgeries...
=Talk -> The forgeries=
Drew:
...Don't look at me with
those eyes. I know what it
is that I do.
Drew:
More than half of the
paintings they bring me
are stolen.
Drew:
And who knows what my copies
are used for...
Phoenix;
But... some of your "works"
aren't paintings, correct?
Drew:
You may not believe me when
I tell you this...
Drew:
...but that was my first work
outside painting.
Phoenix:
What...?
Drew:
...To think it would be used
as evidence in a murder
trial...
Drew:
I never even imagined the
possibility.
Phoenix:
Then why did you take
the job!?
Drew:
I was... well paid.
Very well paid.
Phoenix:
(I think he feels worse about
it than I do...)
Phoenix:
(The past is hard to escape.)
Drew:
Honestly, the sooner I can put
this behind me, the better.
Drew:
With apologies to you, of
course.
Phoenix:
Sorry, but it's not going
to be quite so easy.
Phoenix:
(He's trying to forget what
he made.)
Phoenix:
(Looks like I'll have to
remind him.)
=Talk -> Magnifi's diary=
Phoenix:
Well then.
Ready to tell me about
this "work" you did?
Drew:
...It was unlike anything
I had attempted before.
Phoenix:
I guess it would be a little
different from paintings.
Drew:
That is not what I mean.
Drew:
In all my preious work, it
sufficed to create a "copy".
Phoenix:
...This wasn't a copy?
Drew:
...The client gave me two
things that day.
Drew:
The first was a sample page,
as reference.
Drew:
The second, a printed document
I can only surmise was written
by my client.
Phoenix:
So you used the real writing
as a reference to "reproduce"
what the client wrote?
Drew:
Y-Yes... As I said, it was
my first job of that nature.
Phoenix:
So...
Phoenix:
...who was your client?
Drew:
A-As I said in court,
I do not know.
Phoenix:
...Really? Even for such a
suspicious request?
Phoenix:
If it was me, I'd want to
know as much as I could
about the requester.
Drew:
I... I never met them!
N-Not personally, I...
*TWO PSYCHE-LOCKS*
Phoenix:
(Ah. A Psyche-Lock.
Of course.)
Phoenix:
It seems like you're still
hiding something.
Phoenix:
Something about this "work".
Drew:
Unnk... Unnh...
=Present Magatama=
-- You're Hiding Something --
Phoenix:
...Let's hear it, then.
Phoenix:
What are you hiding from me,
Mr. Misham?
Drew:
I'm sorry, but I really don't
know. I never met the client!
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
(...True, when I asked the
client's name...)
Phoenix:
(...there were no Psyche-Locks
in sight.)
Phoenix:
...Regardless, you're hiding
something!
Phoenix:
You have to be, otherwise
it wouldn't make any sense.
Drew:
Hrrrm... Why are you doing
this to me...?
Phoenix:
(Well, I've made my stand.
No backing down now.)
Phoenix:
(So... what's Misham
hiding?)
[ The sample ]
Drew:
Yes, there was a reference...
Why should I hide that?
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Drew:
After the trial, I submitted
everything to the court.
Drew:
My "work", the sample page,
everything.
Drew:
I can give you directions
to the court, if you'd like...
Phoenix:
Th-That's fine. I know where
the court is.
Phoenix:
...Unless you were just trying
to get me to leave.
Drew:
Ah, sorry. I can sometimes
be a little blunt.
[ The client ]
Drew:
...Like I said, I never met
the client.
Drew:
How could I hide someone
I do not know?
Phoenix:
(He did say that, didn't he?)
Phoenix:
(And with no Psyche-Locks,
either.)
Phoenix:
(So... he's not lying about
that, I guess.)
Drew:
Ask as many times as you
want... My answer's the same.
Drew:
I personally never spoke to
the client!
Phoenix:
You "personally"...?
Drew:
Ah, er, that is...
Ahem.
Phoenix:
......
[ The forger ]
Phoenix:
I can pretty much piece
together what it is from
what you've said.
Drew:
Wh-What is it, then?
Phoenix:
You told me what you
knew about the client...
Phoenix:
...and I couldn't see any
Psyche-Locks...
Drew:
...Psycho locks? Is that some
sort of asylum security? Or
a new hairstyle, perhaps?
Phoenix:
...But then they did show
up, didn't they?
Phoenix:
...who was your client?
Drew:
A-As I said in court,
I do not know.
Phoenix:
...Really? Even for such a
suspicious request?
Phoenix:
If it was me, I'd want to
know as much as I could
about the requester.
Drew:
I... I never met them!
N-Not personally, I...
Phoenix:
"Not personally"...
Those words triggered the
Psyche-Lock!
Drew:
Again with the psycho locks!
Now I really must know what
they are!
Phoenix:
So, you didn't meet with
the client...
Phoenix:
...but someone else did!
Phoenix:
...Maybe the real forger
behind this "evidence"?
Drew:
Hrrm... Perhaps I'm hung up
on this "lock" business...
Drew:
...but I'm afraid you've
lost me.
Phoenix:
(Yeah, well, I didn't
come here to talk about
Psyche-Locks.)
Phoenix:
...As long as I come to the
right conclusion, it doesn't
matter how I got there.
Drew:
And your conclusion is...?
Phoenix:
The real forger behind this
wasn't you, Mr. Misham!
Drew:
P-Poppycock!
Drew:
talking about. That's my
work, I tell you.
Drew:
Made here in my studio!
Who else could it have
been but me!?
Phoenix:
...That's the real question,
isn't it?
Phoenix:
If the forger wasn't you...
Phoenix:
...then I don't have many
other people to choose from.
Phoenix:
The real forger at Drew
Studio is...!
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
...Well, Mr. Misham!?
Drew:
......
Sure. Why not?
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Drew:
Feel free to accuse them
of being a forger.
Drew:
I'll even tell you how to
get to the court.
Phoenix:
...I know how to get to
the court.
Phoenix:
(OK... now I'm confused.)
Phoenix:
(Who's really making the
fakes here...?)
((Present Vera Misham))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
The real forger...
Phoenix:
...is your daughter, Vera
Misham, isn't it?
Drew:
Ridiculous! My daughter's
only twelve years old,
Mr. Wright.
Drew:
I've always been more one for
landscapes... not surrealism.
Phoenix:
(Nice comeback... but you're
shaking in your boots.)
Phoenix:
(I've got you now!)
Phoenix:
The only two people with
access to the studio are
you... and your daughter.
Phoenix:
The Psyche-Locks tell me
you're not the forger.
Phoenix:
Which makes your daughter
the only possibility.
Drew:
...Ahem.
Drew:
I feel very much on the verge
of going psycho lock myself!!!
=Present Magnifi's Diary=

Phoenix:
Your "work"... Don't try to
pretend you've forgotten.
Drew:
......
Phoenix:
Sure, all you did was make
a "copy"...
Phoenix:
...but that "copy" might have
destroyed the life of an
innocent man.
Drew:
I... knew it would be
difficult to escape this.
Phoenix:
So, Mr. Misham. Tell me about
Magnifi's diary.
=Talk -> Magnifi's Diary=
Drew:
I... don't know how you
knew, but, you're right.
Drew:
The one who made this page...
was my daughter, Vera. Not I.
Drew:
She's only twelve... A genius,
you might call her.
Phoenix:
...A precocious little girl
outshining her father.
Phoenix:
There's been a lot of that
going around recently.
Drew:
I let her play in the studio,
and she watched me...
Drew:
...She taught herself in that
way.
Drew:
The drafting tools and
analytical devices I bought
when they became necessary.
Drew:
They're my little girl's
playthings, now.
Phoenix:
(...Ah, do I detect a bit
of fatherly pride?)
Phoenix:
So, Vera was the one who
made this page.
Phoenix:
Would she know who the
client was, then?
Drew:
......
Actually, the client came
once.
Drew:
Here... to this studio.
Phoenix:
...What!?
Why didn't you say so sooner!?
Drew:
But their face was covered,
and they did not want to talk
to me.
Phoenix:
So... they talked to your
daughter?
Drew:
"I will speak only with the
artist," the client told me.
Phoenix:
(That little girl might know
something about him!)
=Talk -> Your daughter=
Phoenix:
(OK, what do I do now...?)
Phoenix:
(Maybe I should talk to her
father a bit more...)
Phoenix:
(Or is it time to turn my
attention to Vera?)
[ Save it for later ]
Phoenix:
(...I suppose there's no
sense in rushing things.)
Phoenix:
(Let's see if there's any more
to get out of Daddy first.)
[ Talk to Vera ]
Phoenix:
...Mr. Misham, I have a
request.
Drew:
Let me guess. You'd like to
speak with my daughter.
Phoenix:
...Can I?
Drew:
...My daughter has never been
one to talk to strangers.
Drew:
She's quite shy. Extremely
so, actually.
Drew:
...With only one exception.
Phoenix:
Which was...?
Drew:
Oddly enough, it was that
client.
Phoenix:
...!
Drew:
I left the studio while
they talked.
Drew:
I returned when they had
finished... and she was
laughing!
Drew:
It was the first time I'd
seen anything of the sort.
Phoenix:
...Please, let me speak with
her.
Drew:
...Alright.
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
(Uh oh... this could be
tough.)
=Present Anything (except the stamp)=
Phoenix:
Um, what do you think
about this?
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
(...I think I just made her
nervous.)
Phoenix:
(I need something to grab
her attention... but what?)
=Talk (before stamp)=
Phoenix:
Vera, was it?
Phoenix:
I... Would you like to
have a friendly chat?
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
Er... I'm Phoenix Wright,
ex-lawyer... and pianist!
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
I'm still looking for the
keys that say "do re me".
Can't find 'em anywhere!
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
(I'm no good at this.)
Phoenix:
(I need something to get
through to this girl...)
=Present Commemorative Stamp=
Phoenix:
And then there's this...
Vera:
......
My stamp...
Phoenix:
(Hey! She spoke!
She can talk!)
Phoenix:
Yeah, so this stamp...
(How can I keep her talking?)
[ Can I have it? ]
Phoenix:
Can I have your stamp?
Vera:
No way!
...It's my favoritest
thing in the whole world!
Phoenix:
Ack, sorry, sorry!
I won't take it, promise.
Phoenix:
(Wow, if looks could kill...)
[ Love the frame! ]

Phoenix:
This stamp... It's got
a really nice frame.
Vera:
......
I don't think so.
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
(Yep, just keep her talking
like that. Great job, Wright.)
[ Great magicians, aren't they? ]
Phoenix:
Isn't Troupe Gramarye
amazing?
Vera:
Ah...
Phoenix:
Hmm? Yes?
Vera:
Oh...
Phoenix:
I especially like those two,
Zak and Valant.
Phoenix:
I mean they're, uh, just
so magical!
Vera:
Aren't they, aren't they!?
Phoenix:
Yeah! Whenever I go to one
of their shows, I'm like...
Phoenix:
Whoa! Magic! ...You know?
Vera:
Me, too! Me, too! I love
them! They're so cool!
Vera:
It's like... like magic!
Yeah!
Phoenix:
(Alright! She's talking!
Not saying much... but
it's a start!)
Vera:
...I went and saw them with
Father the other day!
Vera:
The opening ceremony at the
Gramarye Museum of Magic!
Phoenix:
The Gramarye M-Museum?
They have one of those?
Phoenix:
(I guess it makes sense now
that they have their own
commemorative stamp...)
Phoenix:
So... have you been to one
of their shows?
Vera:
Just once, when I was little.
With Father.
Vera:
The Gramaryes on stage...
It was like a dream!
Vera:
Disappearing, reappearing,
cutting apart, putting back
together... they do it all!
Phoenix:
Yeah, yeah! Maybe you can
keep telling me stuff like
this?
Phoenix:
You know... about Zak and
Valant maybe...?
Vera:
Oh. Oh, sure.
Phoenix:
(Alright! Better get asking
before she changes her mind.)
=Present Stamp (again)=

Phoenix:
They look pretty incredible
in this stamp.
Phoenix:
I mean... it's like magic!
Vera:
I know, I know! I love the
Gramaryes!
Vera:
They're just so... um...
magical!
Phoenix:
(She's talking up a storm
now!)
Phoenix:
(Better get what I can out
of her before the storm
passes over...)
=Talk -> Vera=
Vera:
I... don't go outside much.
Vera:
I like to paint in here.
Phoenix:
Why don't you like the
outside?
Vera:
There's bad people out there!
Phoenix:
Well, true, but there're lots
of good people, too.
Drew:
Actually, I should tell
you...
Drew:
...she was almost kidnapped,
once.
Phoenix:
K-Kidnapped...!?
Drew:
Since then, she's been...
Well, you can see for
yourself.
Drew:
She refuses to leave the
house.
Phoenix:
I see...
Wait. But that doesn't
make sense.
Phoenix:
She said she went to the
Gramarye Museum...
Phoenix:
...with you, in fact.
Drew:
Ah... yes, actually, she was
quite insistent on it, much
to my surprise.
Drew:
That was the first and last
time she expressed such a
desire to me.
Vera:
That person gave me... a good
luck charm.
Phoenix:
A good luck charm?
Vera:
For when I absolutely had
to go outside.
Drew:
Yes, apparently, she
received something... a gift.
Drew:
...From that client, actually.
She won't tell me what it was.
Phoenix:
...!
Vera:
Father! I told you to keep
that a secret!
Phoenix:
(From that client, huh?
This I have to hear about.)
=Talk -> The forgeries=
Phoenix:
So, your father tells me
you're good at painting all
sorts of things...?
Vera:
I really like painting.
A lot.
Vera:
Father is always very happy
when I paint them exactly
the same.
Phoenix:
So... you did this, too?
Vera:
Oh! Yes!
That was my first job!
Phoenix:
Your first...?
Vera:
All I used to do was paint
the same thing I saw.
Vera:
...But this was totally
different!
Vera:
The pen slips and the way the
writer held the pen, and the
pressure on the nib...
Vera:
...I had to use a microscope
and analyze it on the
computer!
Phoenix:
(She seems happy.)
Phoenix:
(Odd... Her work was the last
nail in the Gramarye coffin.)
Phoenix:
(I guess no one told her.)
=Talk -> Troupe Gramarye Stamp=
Vera:
They're the best in the
world!
Phoenix:
Huh? Oh, you mean Troupe
Gramarye? Of course.
Vera:
Father gave it to me.
Phoenix:
Your father...?
Phoenix:
But... I asked him about it.
Phoenix:
He didn't know how you
got it.
Vera:
Oh... Oh, um, I guess I just
took it. Yeah.
Phoenix:
"Took" it...?
Vera:
Father got a letter... from
that person.
Phoenix:
That person? You mean, that
letter was from the client?
Vera:
Oh, we talked about the
Gramaryes forever that day!
Vera:
...I'm sure that's why I was
sent that stamp.
Vera:
I didn't want to just send
it back... so I took it.
Phoenix:
(They're a sneaky one, this
client.)
Phoenix:
(So they were trying to get on
her good side.)
** Commemorative Stamp updated

in the Court Record. **
----------------------------
Commemorative Stamp
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Drew Studio.
Sent from the real "client".
Touch the Check Button for
details.
----------------------------
=Talk -> The client=
Phoenix:
So... you met the person
that asked you to do this job?
Phoenix:
And... you talked with them?
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
What's this about a "good luck
charm" you received?
Vera:
......
I can't talk about it.
Phoenix:
Eh...?
Vera:
If I do, it won't work
anymore!
...That's what I was told.
Phoenix:
Yeah... but I really, really
have to know.
Vera:
......
*TWO PSYCHE-LOCKS*
Phoenix:
(Right. Time to do some
psyche-unlocking.)
=Present Magatama=
-- The Client --
Phoenix:
You seem to trust this
client... Quite a lot,
in fact.
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
Because they gave you this
stamp?
Vera:
N-No... that's not why.
Vera:
They listened to me. To my
problem...
Phoenix:
(The problem... that keeps
her inside all the time?)
Vera:
"Don't go outside if you
don't want to"...
Vera:
That's what they told me.
Vera:
But... when I absolutely
have to go out...
Vera:
...all I had to do... was use
a good luck charm.
Phoenix:
A good luck charm... that
your client gave you?
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
I think I know what your
client might have given you,
actually.
Phoenix:
Is this your good luck
charm...?
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
If this doesn't bring good
luck, I don't know what would.
Vera:
......
I see.
Vera:
Good luck charms are different
for different people, I guess.
Phoenix:
...Hmm?
What do you mean?
Vera:
If you say it's lucky, then
it must work for you.
Vera:
That's the beautiful thing
about good luck charms...
Phoenix:
(See that innocent smile?
Everyone has a different
way of breaking the news.)
Phoenix:
(That's the beautiful thing
about being totally wrong.)
((Present Nail Polish))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
This... was what they gave
you, wasn't it?
Vera:
Ah...
Phoenix:
The same bottle's over there
on your desk.
Phoenix:
Your good luck charm... right?
Vera:
I heard once...
Vera:
Cosmetics were once thought
to ward off evil.
Vera:
This... is a magic bottle.
It has the power.
Phoenix:
Ah... Of course it does.
Phoenix:
(I'll just refrain from
commenting any more on
that one.)
Phoenix:
I think I know who gave
you that bottle, actually.
Phoenix:
The one who asked you to
do this "job".
Phoenix:
Was this the client?
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Vera:
......
Phoenix:
Vera? Is something wrong?
Vera:
...I won't tell you. Even if
that is the client, I won't.
Phoenix:
(...So you say.)
Phoenix:
(But... I know it wasn't
the client.)
Phoenix:
(I don't see any Psyche-Locks
clattering to the floor.)
Phoenix:
(*sigh*)
Phoenix:
(How could I get that one
wrong?)
Phoenix:
(The answer is dangling
in front of my face!)
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
This man... is a friend of
mine. Know him?
Vera:
...!
Phoenix:
His name is Kristoph Gavin.
...He's a lawyer, actually.
Vera:
I... I promised.
Vera:
I promised not to tell!
=Talk -> The client=
Vera:
I'm sorry. I can't talk about
the client. I promised.
Vera:
And if I break my promise,
the spell won't work!
Phoenix:
(I don't need a name anymore.
I've got my answer...)
Phoenix:
You're pretty confident in
this charm, then?
Vera:
......
I think... they might be
the Devil.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Vera:
Or maybe... an angel.
Phoenix:
Wh-What do you mean?
Vera:
I saw it... Or I think I saw
it, when they gave me this.
Vera:
...I saw the Devil's face.
Phoenix:
...Are you saying the client's
face looked like the Devil's?
Vera:
No! The client... was
gentle... with a gentle smile.
Phoenix:
So... where'd you see this
"Devil" then?
Vera:
It was so quick... I don't
remember well.
Vera:
But... that's when I knew
that person wasn't like other
people.
Vera:
That's why I believe in my
good luck charm.
Phoenix:
(...I'm not sure what this
"Devil" she saw was...)
Phoenix:
(...but it's pretty clear that
Kristoph Gavin has her
"charmed"...)
Phoenix:
Well... I think that's all.
I'll be leaving now.
Drew:
...I am sorry for what
happened.
Phoenix:
If you want to apologize, try
my client, Zak Gramarye.
Vera:
Um...
Vera:
Did I... do something bad?
Phoenix:
...What makes you think that?
Vera:
Your eyes... they're sad.
Very sad.
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
I'll put on my smile next
time I come, promise.
Phoenix:
...I hope to see you smile
then, too, Vera.
Vera:
Oh...
OK.
Phoenix:
...Take care.
Phoenix:
Thinking back on my first
encounter with the young
forger...
Phoenix:
...I witnessed something of
vital importance that day.
Phoenix:
...Of course, by the time
I realized it...
Phoenix:
...it was already too late.
=Detention Center=
---
Seven Years Ago
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---
Valant:
What strange sight doth mine
eyes behold!
Phoenix:
Excuse me?
Valant:
Two men on either side of a
single transparent pane...
Valant:
...yet it seems fickle Fate
has switched sides, so to
speak!
Valant:
The forger of fakes walks
freely.
Valant:
While the innocent languishes
within these flexiglass
confines.
Phoenix:
There's been no proof that
I forged anything.
Valant:
Nor proof that I took the life
of my dear mentor.
Phoenix:
......
Valant:
Yet... these chains cannot
hold me for long.
Valant:
The stage awaits!
Valant:
And what, may I ask, awaits
you?
Phoenix:
(A little piano in a cold
little hole-in-the-wall...)
Valant:
But, since you are here...
Valant:
...what shall we discuss?
Phoenix:
(The shooting of Magnifi
Gramarye, for one...)
Phoenix:
(Who pulled that trigger?
Valant? Or his partner Zak?)
Phoenix:
(His partner vanished before
the answer could be found.)
Phoenix:
(If I'm going to get any
closer to the truth, this
is the place to start.)
=Examine Camera=
Phoenix:
Smile, you're on candid
camera.
Phoenix:
I just had to say it. Old
habits die hard.
Phoenix:
Maybe I should do a few tricks
for the viewers at home.
=Examine Guard=
Phoenix:
That guard keeps stealing
glances in this direction.
Phoenix:
...And scratching his head.
Phoenix:
Maybe our resident magician
showed him a trick or two.
=Present Anything=
Phoenix:
Mr. Valant, could you
look at this for me, please?
Valant:
Hmm. Yes, I accept your
challenge.
Valant:
...Well?
Phoenix:
Challenge? Huh?
Valant:
You want me to make it float?
Disappear? Or shall I simply
eat it?
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
I didn't come here to
play games, Mr. Valant.
Or watch you do tricks.
=Talk -> The fateful trial=
Valant:
I have to hand it to my
partner.
Valant:
He knows how to make an exit.
That's talent.
Phoenix:
Yes. He made my attorney's
badge disappear, and he
never even touched it.
Valant:
Glory's spotlight always
leaves someone weeping in
the shadows...
Valant:
...yet his very disappearance
is itself a revelation.
Phoenix:
Revealing what?
Valant:
Zak Gramarye killed Magnifi.
Valant:
It's as good as a signed
confession.
Phoenix:
(That's certainly been
public opinion's take on it.)
Valant:
I grow tired of my cage.
Valant:
And the time of my release is
near. I must go and prepare.
Phoenix:
Planning on jumping back
into the magic right away?
Valant:
As long as an audience waits
with bated breath, there will
be Valant. And also...
Phoenix:
...Yes?
Valant:
Now that my partner has
disappeared, Magnifi's
repertoire... is mine.
Valant:
Valant Gramarye has a
tradition to uphold.
Phoenix:
(Is that true?)
Valant:
Seen in this light, the
trial was quite good to
me, verdict or no.
Valant:
And... you can't pay for
that kind of publicity.
=Talk -> Blackmail=
Phoenix:
The suspicion on you hasn't
lifted entirely, Valant.
Phoenix:
After all...
Phoenix:
...you received one of those
letters, too.
Phoenix:
You were just as obligated to
follow Magnifi's instructions
as your partner.
Valant:
...So I was. But only
Zak Gramarye followed them.
Valant:
Let us not speak any more of
"who shot what".
Valant:
Now that my partner has
vanished... the question
is moot.
Phoenix:
I'm more interested in
learning something else,
actually.
Valant:
What might that be?
Phoenix:
I want to know what Magnifi
had up his sleeve.
Phoenix:
How could he coerce you and
your partner to kill him?
Valant:
The "trick" up his "sleeve"?
Ah ha ha ha ha...!
Valant:
Perhaps you do not know.
Phoenix:
Know what?
Valant:
A great magician never
reveals his secrets.
*FOUR PSYCHE-LOCKS*
Phoenix:
(...I didn't think it would
be that easy.)
Valant:
The audience must remain
forever... in the audience.
Valant:
...Bathing in the reflected
glow of the spotlight.
=Present Magatama=
-- The Trick Up His Sleeve --
Phoenix:
(I'm flying by the seat of my
pants on this one.)
Phoenix:
(There must be a path leading
from the evidence to the
truth...)
Phoenix:
(...And that's what I'm
going to find!)
Phoenix:
To ask someone to take a
life, even one not long for
this world...
Phoenix:
...that's asking someone
to commit murder.
Valant:
Yes. Our mentor was fond of
dramatic moves... and dramatic
finales.
Phoenix:
...And he got his wish.
His life was taken.
Phoenix:
What "weakness" could be so
powerful as to coerce someone
into committing murder?
Phoenix:
My guess is it was a matter
of life... or death.
Valant:
...Care to explain?
Phoenix:
Your troupe lived in a world
of showmanship -- the
flashier, the better...
Phoenix:
...and flashy so often means
danger, doesn't it?
Valant:
...Let us make this as
painless as possible.
Valant:
If you have proof of this
"danger"... then show it.
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Valant:
...Ah. And this is your
idea of "danger".
Phoenix:
You don't agree, Mr. Valant?
Valant:
If you want my opinion,
I would say there is something
far, far more dangerous.
Valant:
...And that is you!
Phoenix:
(It's a little early for me
to be making mistakes.)
Phoenix:
(Think deadly... and what's
more deadly than a fatal
accident?)
Phoenix:
(That could be the source
of all the Gramaryes'
problems...)
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Valant:
...!
Why, that's one of ours!
Phoenix:
Specially designed for your
show, I gather.
Phoenix:
A single bullet...
One shot...
Valant:
...What are you suggesting!?
Valant:
We are magicians, Mr. Wright.
Not murderers!
Phoenix:
I'm not crying "murder",
Mr. Valant.
Phoenix:
I'm crying something far
more tragic...
Phoenix:
...An accident.
Valant:
"Zak & Valant's Quick-Draw
Shootem"...
Valant:
...How long has it been since
those shots were last heard?
Phoenix:
Was the Shootem cancelled
because someone might get
hurt?
Valant:
...Of course. What other
reason could there be?
Phoenix:
Well, it could have been
cancelled because someone
had already been hurt.
Valant:
...!
Fascinating, my Faustian
forging friend.
Valant:
But tell me, what can you
prove with a single pistol?
Phoenix:
Well, tell me what would have
happened if there had been
an accident.
Phoenix:
What if one of your bullets
took a life on stage?
Valant:
The performance of magic is
not concerned with "what ifs".
Valant:
It is concerned with
precision.
Valant:
Precisely whom do you claim
we shot!?
Phoenix:
(Looks like I've chosen
the right path.)
Phoenix:
(Let's just hope he
walks it with me.)
Phoenix:
A life was sacrificed so that
the show might go on... and
this shows who it was!
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Valant:
A word, if I may.
Phoenix:
Yes?
Valant:
Does it excite you to know
you stand at a critical
moment in your quest...?
Phoenix:
Yeah... it does. Sort of.
Valant:
Then you'd never make it
on stage.
Valant:
You're not fit to be a
magician! Give it up.
Phoenix:
(I hadn't actually been
considering that as a
career option.)
Valant:
I'm sure you'll find something
else to while away the time.
Phoenix:
(Like figuring out who that
bullet hit...)
((Present Trucy's Locket))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Valant:
But... But that's...!
Phoenix:
Zak Gramarye's wife... and
Trucy's mother.
Phoenix:
...Thalassa, I believe was
her name.
Valant:
Ah!
Valant:
Allakazaaaaugh!
Valant:
Bu-But how can you say this?
Valant:
How can you say she was
struck by one of our bullets?
Phoenix:
(Still in denial mode, eh?)
Phoenix:
Thalassa was at the greatest
risk of being shot.
Phoenix:
And this clearly shows just
how much danger she was in!
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Valant:
...Mr. Wright, I envy you.
Valant:
It appears your chosen
profession is far more
lenient than mine.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Valant:
For us magicians, a single
misstep can be... fatal.
Phoenix:
...A single mistake can be
fatal for an attorney, too.
Valant:
Ah, so it can!
Phoenix:
(Thalassa's the key, I can see
how her name affects him.)
Phoenix:
(But just a name isn't enough.
I need to recreate that
day in his mind.)
Phoenix:
(Starting with where she
stood!)
((Present Commemorative Stamp))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
Troupe Gramarye's performances
were very, very popular.
Phoenix:
So popular, they even made
a commemorative stamp at
the height of your fame.
Valant:
We were not merely the
"latest craze"... We were
an age. A golden age.
Phoenix:
...It's all here on this
stamp.
Phoenix:
...There's Thalassa, yes?
Valant:
Urk...!
Phoenix:
Trucy's mother is "missing",
I hear.
Phoenix:
...What happened to her?
Valant:
I... I don't know!
Phoenix:
(A part of his memory is
still locked up...)
Valant:
...There is one thing you're
failing to address.
Phoenix:
What's that?
Valant:
As you say, our troupe was
a world unto itself.
Valant:
If our leader, Magnifi was
so inclined, he could hide
anything he wished with ease.
Valant:
...But, Mr. Wright.
Valant:
Then he would have hid a
crime... making him an
accomplice!
Valant:
...Not a great foundation
for blackmail.
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
(Valant's got a point.)
Phoenix:
(If one of the troupe members
died in an accident, and
Magnifi covered it up...)
Phoenix:
(...his innocence would
come into question.)
Valant:
...Found the right address,
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix:
(I'm so close! There has
to be something.)
Phoenix:
(About how Thalassa's death
could affect Zak and Valant's
relationship with Magnifi.)
Valant:
I see in your eyes... you
still have something to say.
Valant:
How can you possibly prove
more than you already have!?
Phoenix:
I'll prove why Thalassa's
accident tied your hands
so completely...
[ With evidence ]
Phoenix:
(...No better proof than
the evidence!)
Phoenix:
The accidental death of
Zak's wife tied both your
hands...
Phoenix:
And his evidence proves
why Magnifi held so much
power over you!
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Valant:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Valant:
Were you, by any chance,
trying to threaten me?
Phoenix:
N-No, of course not.
Valant:
...You'll never make a good
blackmail artist. Never!
Phoenix:
(Not a career choice I'd
been considering, actually.)
Valant:
Give up your dreams. Work
an honest job. That's my
advice.
Phoenix:
(...I'd better stop dreaming
and get to work here, fast.)
Phoenix:
(Magnifi used Thalassa's
death as a means to control
his disciples.)
Phoenix:
(How was that possible if
he could be implicated in
the cover up?)
Phoenix:
(...Do I really have the
evidence to prove this?)
[ With a person ]
Phoenix:
(...It's going to take a
little knowledge of the
players to crack this one.)
Phoenix:
The accidental death of
Zak's wife tied both your
hands...
Phoenix:
And this information proves
why Magnifi held so much
power over you!
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Valant:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Valant:
Were you, by any chance,
trying to threaten me?
Phoenix:
N-No, of course not.
Valant:
...You'll never make a good
blackmail artist. Never!
Phoenix:
(Not a career choice I'd
been considering, actually.)
Valant:
Give up your dreams. Work
an honest job. That's my
advice.
Phoenix:
(The troupe was a tight-knit
unit... it's all about the
people involved.)
Phoenix:
(Their personalities, their
histories.)
Phoenix:
(Who was Thalassa, really?)
((Present Thalassa Gramarye))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
It wasn't a question of
who shot Thalassa... Thalassa
herself was the problem!
Valant:
What... do you mean?
Phoenix:
She was Zak Gramarye's wife,
Trucy's mother...
Phoenix:
...and Magnifi Gramarye's
only daughter!
Valant:
Urk...!
Phoenix:
There was a terrible
accident...
Phoenix:
...and the two of you killed
your mentor's only daughter!
Phoenix:
If that wasn't the key to
Magnifi's power over you,
I don't know what was!
Valant:
It...
It was...
Valant:
It was an accident!!!
=Talk -> Blackmail=
Valant:
...There's no proof, none
at all!!!
Phoenix:
But Thalassa went missing...
Phoenix:
...and your mentor blackmailed
both of his disciples.
Phoenix:
It doesn't take a genius to
put one and one together.
Valant:
......
Valant:
Ours was... a complex
family.
Phoenix:
You mean Troupe Gramarye?
Valant:
The master, Magnifi Gramarye,
his only daughter...
Valant:
...and his two disciples.
Phoenix:
That does sound like a recipe
for disaster, doesn't it?
Valant:
Do not be tempted into
faulty flights of fancy.
Yes, there was an accident...
Valant:
...but that is all it was.
An accident.
Valant:
Zak & Valant's tour de force!
Valant:
The guns blaze, the bullets
fly... straight toward that
beautiful body on stage.
Valant:
And then crash! zing! pow!
into everything but her.
Now that... is magic.
Valant:
It happened one day when we
were practicing. Same trick,
with a new twist.
Valant:
And... tragedy.
Valant:
But as for whose bullet
stole Thalassa's life...
Valant:
...we shall never know
the answer.
Valant:
Thalassa disappeared from our
lives... and Zak was bereft
of his wife.
Valant:
Trucy lost her mother...
Valant:
...and Magnifi, his daughter.
Phoenix:
...And that led to blackmail,
I take it.
Valant:
It is all part and parcel of
the darkness that comes when
the curtain falls.
=Talk -> The darkness=
Phoenix:
Why did Magnifi Gramarye
try to cover up the
"accident"...?
Phoenix:
It was his own daughter
who died!
Valant:
All I can say is, it was a
critical time for Troupe
Gramarye.
Valant:
A passing of the torch from
Magnifi to Zak & Valant.
Valant:
We all sacrificed so that it
might be a success.
Valant:
Thalassa's death... was the
greatest sacrifice of all.
Yet...
Valant:
...even when her life was
extinguished, her presence
was not.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Valant:
In time, we, myself and Zak,
found we could no longer
oppose Magnifi's wishes.
Valant:
Magnifi forced us to perform
his art, for his benefit.
Phoenix:
I see... I guess I can
understand.
Phoenix:
I mean, he did lose his
only daughter.
Valant:
But do you not find cowardice
in his actions?
Phoenix:
Huh...?
Valant:
To decide to hide the truth
of your own daughter's death
is one thing...
Valant:
...but then to hang that death
as a guillotine above our
heads!?
Phoenix:
(Things were dark behind the
scenes in Troupe Gramarye,
that's for sure.)
Phoenix:
Does Trucy know...?
Valant:
She was not told.
...Naturally.
Valant:
Who would want to know that
their father might have taken
their mother's life?
Phoenix:
True...
Valant:
...I had not thought of that
accident for a very long time.
Phoenix:
I'm sorry to dredge up old
memories... but this has
helped a lot.
Valant:
Not to find Magnifi's
slayer, I should think.
Phoenix:
...True.
Valant:
Ah...
Phoenix:
...?
Valant:
After that accident...
Valant:
...there was one who came
sniffing, quite persistently.
Phoenix:
A reporter?
Valant:
He called himself a "newsman"
at the time.
Valant:
Often I spied him lurking
about the dressing room,
doing his "research".
Phoenix:
Would you happen to remember
his name?
Valant:
What was his name...?
Sorry, I have forgotten.
Valant:
But, in the course of his
interviewing, he became quite
close to my partner, Zak.
Valant:
I liked him not.
Phoenix:
I see...
Valant:
His name... I do not recall.
But his scent -- the cloying
aroma of mint.
Valant:
...Yes, whenever he smiled.
Which was far too often.
Phoenix:
I see...
Thanks for your help.
Valant:
...It does no good to
interfere with the past,
Mr. Wright.
Valant:
You will not uncover answers.
Only wounds.
Phoenix:
...I'm sorry.
Phoenix:
I had begun to notice a dark
curtain hanging over Troupe
Gramarye...
Phoenix:
...and I began to realize what
I had to do.
Phoenix:
I had to protect Trucy from
that darkness.
Phoenix:
The reporter he mentioned...
Phoenix:
...the "newsman". I never
learned who that was, at the
time.
Phoenix:
...Though I've got a pretty
good idea who it is now.
Phoenix:
That smile, and the sickly
sweet smell of mint.
Phoenix:
The last floss-thin thread
connecting Zak Gramarye
to this world.
Phoenix:
Sooner or later, I'd have
to track him down.
=Drew Studio (present)=
---
Present Day
Drew Studio
---
Brushel:
Eh?
Well well well what do we
have here?
Phoenix:
Remember me?
Brushel:
Of course I remember you!
"Journalist Meets Ex-Attorney
In Bar", end quote.
Phoenix:
Can I ask what you're doing
here?
Phoenix:
Mr. Misham was poisoned, and
his daughter's...
Brushel:
Oh, yes, I know.
Oh, how I know! Yes.
Brushel:
It's caused me no end of
grief, to be honest.
Brushel:
"Journalist Wishes He'd
Tracked Down Case Just
A Little Quicker", end quote.
Phoenix:
Were you on the trail of
this case the whole time?
Brushel:
Zak Gramarye... was a good
friend.
Phoenix:
Zak said something to that
effect back at the Borscht
Bowl Club.
Brushel:
What a character, what a man!
Brushel:
If a little... No, a lot...
No, extremely rough around
the edges!
Phoenix:
Do you think I could ask you
a few questions?
Brushel:
Oh? You serious? I mean, I'm
usually the interviewer,
not interviewee!
Brushel:
"Journalist Asks Questions,
Not Other Way Around",
end quote.
Phoenix:
......
Brushel:
Fine, shoot, I don't care!
Brushel:
People have been asking me
all sorts of things lately.
=Examine Door=
Phoenix:
The door outside.
Phoenix:
Vera might come walking
in at any moment... if she
wasn't in intensive care.
Phoenix:
Will she ever come through
that door again, I wonder?
=Examine Table=
Phoenix:
...This is where Mr. Misham
fell?
Phoenix:
Never thought our seven-year
reunion would be quite like
this.
Brushel:
Wait. You knew Mr. Misham!?
Phoenix:
...I met him once.
In court.
Phoenix:
It was a... brief meeting,
but one I'll remember for
the rest of my life.
Brushel:
Now that's a story right
there, that is!
Brushel:
I smell a scoop!
Brushel:
"Ex-Attorney Now Down-On-His-
Luck Pianist Plays Sonata Of
Sorrow!" end quote.
Brushel:
I'm all ears! Let's have it!
Don't hold anything back!
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
Could you at least get rid
of the "down-on-his-luck"
part?
=Examine Paintings=
Phoenix:
Those three paintings...
Brushel:
...All Drew's "works", of
course.
Brushel:
Which is to say, Vera's
"works", really.
Brushel:
Or, to be more precise, Vera's
forgeries of someone else's
works.
Brushel:
Of course, if you demand utter
and total precision...
Brushel:
......
Brushel:
Actually, there's nothing
more.
Phoenix:
(I was about to say...)
=Examine Shelves=
Phoenix:
Look at all the jars of
paints and pigments.
Phoenix:
Why are there so many jars
of the same color?
Brushel:
My guess is that they're
sorted by "age".
Phoenix:
Age...?
Brushel:
When you're making a forgery,
it's important to match the
age of the original, see?
Brushel:
Paint composition's changed
a lot over the years.
Phoenix:
Oh... right. Did you learn
that in journalism school?
Brushel:
"Journalist Relies On Writing
Skill And Imagination!"
end quote.
Phoenix:
(...As long as you don't do
news stories by imagination.)
Brushel:
Either that, or they just
bought a lot of the same
color by mistake.
Phoenix:
......
(I find myself not caring
anymore.)
=Examine Equipment=
Phoenix:
That's an odd assortment of
equipment to find in a
painter's studio.
Phoenix:
Of course, it makes more
sense when you know they
were making forgeries.
Phoenix:
I guess that's why they never
took visitors here.
Phoenix:
Wouldn't really want people
seeing all this.
Brushel:
Yes, in fact I was the first
human being ever to set foot
inside this studio.
Brushel:
Er, other than Mr. Misham,
of course.
Brushel:
Oh, and Vera, too.
Brushel:
And, this is assuming that
I'm human, of course.
Phoenix:
(...I'm beginning to have my
doubts.)
=Examine Drafting Table=
Phoenix:
A drafting table. Probably
for making detailed designs
for forgeries.
Brushel:
You know what I think about
that? I'll tell you!
Brushel:
Painting should be done
freehand... no rules,
no restrictions!
Brushel:
You really think a line drawn
by a ruler's going to "move"
anyone?
Brushel:
I smell a letter to the
editor!
Brushel:
"Could You Write An Article
With A Ruler?"... end quote!
Brushel:
Unless you wanted a ruler to
write the address on your
blackmail letter straight!
Brushel:
That's what I think.
You can quote me on it, too.
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
(You could drop this guy on
a deserted island and he
wouldn't get bored.)
=Examine Desk=
Phoenix:
Let's take a closer look
at that desk.
=Examine Figure=
Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*
Phoenix:
...I just have to do that
when I see this pose.
Phoenix:
I can't believe it's been
seven years...
Phoenix:
...I have to stop torturing
myself with these things!
Phoenix:
I know! I'll just pretend
it's saying something else.
Phoenix:
"The post office? Why, it's
right over there! Good say,
sir!"
=Examine Photo=
Phoenix:
A picture of a young
Mr. Misham and a very young
Vera.
Phoenix:
They're smiling. They look
happy.
Phoenix:
Of course, now Mr. Misham's
passed away...
Phoenix:
...and Vera's on death's
doorstep in the hospital.
Phoenix:
...Guess I'll just do what
I can... and hope it's enough.
Phoenix:
This frame looks even smaller
sitting next to that photo.
Phoenix:
Just the right size for a
commemorative stamp, indeed.
Phoenix:
A commemorative stamp put
there by a daughter... that
killed her father.
Phoenix:
Sometimes, life just sucks.
=Examine Drawer=
Phoenix:
This envelope's from the
client who requested that
forgery.
Phoenix:
Just think, if that had
gotten lost in the mail...
Phoenix:
...I'd still be wearing my
attorney's badge.
=Present Trucy's Locket=
Phoenix:
Mr. Brushel? Do you know
this person?
Brushel:
Do I know that person?
Of course!
Brushel:
I was friends with Zak,
after all... He hit me a few
times. Five times, actually.
Brushel:
But still! I'd never forget
his wife.
Phoenix:
Thalassa Gramarye...
Phoenix:
...Magnifi Gramarye's only
daughter.
Phoenix:
...Do you think you could
tell me more about her?
Brushel:
......
Well, why the heck not!
=Present Other=
Phoenix:
Mr. Brushel, could you
Brushel:
Ah, I hear you loud and
clear! Loud. And. Clear!
Brushel:
So... you want me to write
an article on that, right?
What's the angle!?
Phoenix:
Actually, no, that's OK.
I don't need an article.
Phoenix:
I was just wondering if
you had any thoughts on
this.
Brushel:
I hear you. I. Hear. You!
Brushel:
You want me to sniff around
for a scoop! Well you've come
to the right nose, my friend!
Brushel:
...
Brushel:
It's odorless.
Phoenix:
...Th-Thanks.
(OK, that was less than
informative.)
=Talk -> Family of forgers=
Phoenix:
It was tragic what happened
to Drew Misham and his
daughter.
Brushel:
Forgery is a serious crime,
and they paid the price.
Brushel:
You know what really did them
in though, don't you?
Phoenix:
...Yes.
A forged diary page.
Brushel:
The night I "interviewed"
him...
Brushel:
...I found out something about
Mr. Misham I hadn't known.
Phoenix:
...What's that?
Brushel:
You know, he always felt like
he was being watched?
Brushel:
Every day, for seven years.
"Walls Have Ears, Potatoes
Have Eyes", end quote.
Phoenix:
Being watched... you mean,
he felt guilty?
Brushel:
No, no, I'm not talking about
"feelings", here.
Phoenix:
...?
Brushel:
...You know, I felt watched,
too.
Brushel:
The whole time I've been on
this case, no less!
Brushel:
"Journalist Gets Tingling
Sensation On Back Of Neck,
Freaks Out", end quote.
Phoenix:
Because... you felt guilty?
Brushel:
Why would I feel guilty!?
Phoenix:
(You felt like you were being
"watched", huh? I wonder what
it all means?)
=Talk -> Paranoia=
Phoenix:
Drew Misham felt like he was
being "watched"...
Phoenix:
...and you along with him.
You sure it wasn't just
nerves?
Brushel:
Nerves? No, it's nothing
so mundane...
Brushel:
...I stopped paying attention
to my nerves a long time ago!
Brushel:
But I felt it, too!
"Journalist Sure He Is
Being Watched", end quote.
Brushel:
Don't you wonder why Zak
Gramarye got rubbed out
after seven years...
Brushel:
...right after coming into
contact with me!?
Phoenix:
...!
Brushel:
He completely vanishes from
that courtroom...
Brushel:
...Then, for seven years, he
talks to no one. Not a soul!
Brushel:
Then, just as the "remaining
time" was almost up...
Brushel:
...he contacts me in order to
have this made.
Phoenix:
And then... he dies.
Brushel:
Starting to put the pieces
together, are we!?
Phoenix:
And... you were being
"watched" this whole time?
Brushel:
Maybe not just me. Maybe
you were, too!
Phoenix:
(M-Me...?)
=Talk -> Zak Gramarye=
Brushel:
I met Zak through that
case, actually.
Phoenix:
You mean the shooting of
Magnifi Gramarye?
Brushel:
No, before that...
It's not widely known.
Phoenix:
You mean... the "accident"?
During the Quick-Draw Shootem
practice?
Brushel:
My my my, you're well
informed!
Brushel:
You should've seen me
back then. I'd dug up
quite the scoop.
Brushel:
I wanted it all. Money, fame,
women, a little puppy...
all for me!
Brushel:
I was younger then, and my
days and nights smelled of
fresher mint than they do now.
Phoenix:
Valant Gramarye did mention
one particularly "nosy
reporter".
Brushel:
In fact, I was on close
speaking terms with Magnifi
Gramarye at the time.
Brushel:
I knew his daughter, too,
of course. Thalassa, was it?
Phoenix:
Really...
Brushel:
Then Thalassa disappeared.
Quite suddenly, at that.
Brushel:
And Magnifi wouldn't say a
word about it.
Brushel:
Yeah...
My evil habit got the better
of me.
Brushel:
"Journalist Catches Scent Of
A Scoop, Goes On Feeding
Frenzy"... end quote.
Brushel:
I set up a one-on-one
interview with Thalassa's
husband, see.
Phoenix:
Zak Gramarye...
Brushel:
Something strange was in the
air over at Troupe Gramarye
in those days.
Brushel:
The whole screwy mentor-
controlling-disciples scene'd
started by then, I'm guessing.
Brushel:
Thalassa, she was part of
it all, right?
Brushel:
C'mon, you can tell me,
off the record!
Phoenix:
...Sorry, I don't know.
Brushel:
...Anyway.
Brushel:
I kept prying, and eventually
became friends with Zak.
Brushel:
Sure, he punched me once or
twice. Or five times.
Brushel:
But over time, he came to see
me as his confidant.
=Talk -> Valant Gramarye=
Brushel:
He's been waiting this whole
time. Seven years, eh?
Phoenix:
Waiting...?
Brushel:
For his big comeback,
of course!
Brushel:
A big "revival of the Magnifi
Miracle"... 'Course it was
all a dream.
Phoenix:
Because of this.
Phoenix:
...The performance rights.
Brushel:
In the absence of any official
documents, he was golden.
Brushel:
Who's to say the old man
didn't give his rights to
both Zak and Valant?
Phoenix:
...So Valant waited until
Zak "died". Legally, at least.
Brushel:
The time finally comes, and
Valant's like a kid on
Christmas morning!
Phoenix:
He's getting ready for his
show at the Sunshine Coliseum,
you know.
Brushel:
If that document sees the
legal light of day...
Brushel:
...it's going to put a bit of
a damper on the big show.
Brushel:
He's a sorry one, that
Valant Gramarye.
Brushel:
Lost out to his partner at
work... and in love, too.
Phoenix:
"Love"...?
Brushel:
...It's the same old story,
really.
Brushel:
Two disciples, and their
mentor's only daughter.
Brushel:
What has three sides, and
all of 'em pointy?
...A love triangle.
Phoenix:
Hmm. That is pretty classic.
Brushel:
When you're in a performing
troupe, that's your world.
Brushel:
It's like family.
Brushel:
...One with an entire high
school's worth of drama,
intrigue, and backstabbing.
Phoenix:
And in the middle of all
this, Thalassa has Trucy.
Phoenix:
...And then she dies.
Phoenix:
(I need to find out more
about this Thalassa...)
=Talk -> Thalassa=
Brushel:
So... Thalassa married Zak
and had Trucy, see.
Brushel:
It was her second marriage,
actually.
Phoenix:
You mean she was divorced...?
(I hadn't heard this one
before...)
Brushel:
Not quite. Her late husband
was a performer, too.
Brushel:
He died in an accident
on stage.
Brushel:
Tragic, really. They had only
been married one year.
Phoenix:
I didn't know...
Brushel:
...Ah, but she was a beauty.
I still carry a portrait photo
of her around, you know.
Brushel:
I've known Trucy since she
was a little thing, too.
Brushel:
...She got the better deal,
really.
Brushel:
She's got you for "family",
after all.
Phoenix:
...?
What do you mean?
Brushel:
Just reminiscing, you know.
Brushel:
"Thalassa Has Another Child
Besides Trucy", end quote.
Phoenix:
What!?
Phoenix:
But... But Trucy said she
was an only child!
Brushel:
Ahh, yes. The one she had
with her previous husband.
Phoenix:
Her previous husband...?
Phoenix:
Her first husband who died
on stage?
Brushel:
Yep. They had themselves
a kid.
Brushel:
Another orphan, now.
Brushel:
That's another one who
slipped through the cracks.
No idea where they are now.
Phoenix:
(Thalassa had another
child...?)
Phoenix:
Do you think I could borrow
that photo?
Brushel:
...Sure. I can be generous
on occasion, you know.
** Thalassa's Portrait added to

----------------------------
Thalassa's Portrait
Type: Other
Received from
Spark Brushel.
Photo of a young Thalassa,
Trucy's mother. Touch the
----------------------------
Phoenix:
(I won't need this locket
anymore...)
Phoenix:
(Better return it to Trucy
before I forget.)
Brushel:
People and events all get
tangled together and get
biggerer and biggerer...
Brushel:
...don'tcha think?
Phoenix:
(I was too busy wondering
about "biggerer" to listen
to what you were saying.)
Brushel:
...Sometimes, you just gotta
accept that you won't be able
to untangle it all, I think.
Phoenix:
Maybe so.
But still...
Phoenix:
...I have to do what I can.
Phoenix:
And... I have to tell what
I find to those who come next.
Brushel:
"Next" you say?
Phoenix:
I'm not the one who will
close the curtain on this
little play.
Phoenix:
Apparently, that's not my
role anymore.
Brushel:
Magnifi...
Phoenix:
...?
Brushel:
I was just wondering what
Magnifi would think of all
this.
Phoenix:
What do you mean?
Brushel:
Haven't you seen it in
Trucy?
Brushel:
She's got his power.
Phoenix:
You mean, how I can't lie
to Trucy?
Brushel:
It was the same with Magnifi.
Brushel:
And with his daughter...
Thalassa.
Phoenix:
It's a strange thing. You
think it's some Gramarye
gene?
Brushel:
Magnifi told me once, back
when Zak married Thalassa.
Brushel:
He said Zak had good "eyes".
Brushel:
But not good like a Gramarye's
eyes. Not that good.
Phoenix:
(...I wonder if Zak ever
played a game of poker with
his wife?)
Phoenix:
Who knows what the "Gramarye
Secret" was...?
Brushel:
Maybe nobody, now that Zak's
gone.
Phoenix:
(Zak Gramarye...)
Phoenix:
...The plot had finally begun
to reveal itself.
Phoenix:
It sprouted from a warp in the
Gramarye fabric, and grew,
swallowing everything...
Phoenix:
...wrapping itself around the
Gramaryes' "power".
Phoenix:
A power which passed from
Magnifi Gramarye to Thalassa
...to the next generation.
Phoenix:
And I would once again need
to meet...
Phoenix:
...the one who bridged
it all together.
=Borscht Bowl Club=
=Present Magatama=
-- The Gramarye Secret --
Phoenix:
I have to know more about
this "power" of Trucy's.
Phoenix:
It's like she can see right
into people's minds...!
Phoenix:
The first time I saw her
do it, it blew mine.
Zak:
And after you were done having
your mind blown, you took her
to play cards with you.
Phoenix:
Er... Gotta use the resources
at hand, I always say.
Zak:
Yet, I myself have no such
"power".
Phoenix:
But Trucy does...
Phoenix:
...Why's that?
Zak:
......
Phoenix:
Maybe Trucy got her "power"
from her mother?
Phoenix:
Thalassa Gramarye...?
Zak:
I will not speak of that!
Phoenix:
Thalassa is officially
"missing", correct?
Phoenix:
And I think I know why you
don't want to talk about her.
((Present Wrong))
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Zak!?
Zak:
...Let me be frank.
Zak:
It is true I do not wish
to talk of her.
Zak:
And now, there is another
I could care less about.
Zak:
...You.
Phoenix:
Ah.
Zak:
Take care you do not end
up "missing" yourself.
Phoenix:
(For some reason, it's extra
scary when magicians threaten
me.)
Phoenix:
(I'd better rethink my
strategy here!)
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
The three of you were
a team, once.
Phoenix:
Not that the entire country
doesn't already know this.
Phoenix:
At your peak, you were the
biggest stars around.
Phoenix:
Yet, there's another story
behind the fame. One that
not many know.
Phoenix:
Thalassa lost her life
during a rehearsal.
Phoenix:
...To you and Valant
Gramarye's bullets.
Zak:
It was an accident!
It... It wasn't me!
Zak:
How could I shoot my dear
Thalassa!?
Phoenix:
...I'm sure Valant would say
the same thing.
Phoenix:
Why, it's just like another
murder I might mention.
Zak:
Damn you!
Zak:
Her eyes... I loved Thalassa's
eyes.
Zak:
To think they could read
my mind... was frightening.
Zak:
Yet there was a warmth in
them that felt... like an
embrace.
Zak:
She is dead, and Magnifi
Gramarye has joined her.
Phoenix:
So the only one with her
"power" left now...
Phoenix:
...is Trucy?
Zak:
......
Phoenix:
Mr. Zak...?
Zak:
I... do not know.
Phoenix:
(I don't need any "power" to
see through that one, buddy.)
Phoenix:
So there's someone else.
Someone other than Trucy.
Phoenix:
Someone who inherited
Thalassa's "power".
Zak:
Hah... Hah!
How would I know...?
Phoenix:
(My chances are slim.)
Phoenix:
(It would take a miracle to
learn the truth.)
Phoenix:
(Or maybe... one has already
occurred.)
Phoenix:
There is someone else with
the "power". And I know who...
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Zak:
Tell me, what do you think
the "meaning" of magic is?
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Zak:
It is simple. To do magic
is to make miracles happen.
Zak:
It is not something an
amateur can achieve.
Or you, apparently.
Phoenix:
(I don't need to make a
miracle if one's already
occurred...)
Phoenix:
(And I've known it all
along.)
Phoenix:
(In fact, it would take a
"miracle" for me to mess
this one up!)
Phoenix:
(I know who the other
one with the power is!)
((Present Apollo Justice))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Zak:
This... This boy?
Phoenix:
His name is... I forget.
Something weird.
Zak:
Who could he be?
Phoenix:
An attorney.
Zak:
A-Attorney!?
Phoenix:
I noticed him when I went to
visit a friend's law offices.
Zak:
......
Zak:
...So, what are we to make
of this, O Great Ex-Attorney?
Phoenix:
......
Zak:
You can show me pictures of
strange boys all you like.
Zak:
But you could at least say
something like "I'm this boy".
I could use a laugh.
Phoenix:
Perhaps you wouldn't laugh
if you knew the facts.
Zak:
...!
Phoenix:
This might not be 100%
proof, but it's close.
Phoenix:
There's a link between this
boy and Thalassa... Actually,
it's more of a "ring".
Zak:
...A ring?
Phoenix:
Perhaps this will refresh
your memory.
Phoenix:
I just so happen to have
evidence showing this
"missing link"!
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Zak:
Wa ha ha ha ha ha!
Phoenix:
...Mr. Zak?
Zak:
This face is your
response, Mr. Ex-Attorney.
Zak:
You did say that I wouldn't
laugh if I knew the facts,
right?
Phoenix:
Yeah...
Zak:
Few magicians will tell you
they're going to produce a
dove, then take off their hat.
Zak:
It's almost more effective
to not reveal your hand
in advance, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
(Which I've just done,
clearly.)
Phoenix:
(The question is, do I have
a trump card in here
somewhere?)
Phoenix:
(Think, Wright, think!)
((Present Thalassa's Portrait))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
Actually, I know something.
Phoenix:
Your marriage to Thalassa
was her second.
Zak:
How did you know this!?
Phoenix:
Her first husband... He died a
year after they were wed, yes?
Zak:
......
Zak:
He was a performer. They met
when he joined us Gramaryes
as a guest in our show.
Zak:
After Thalassa wed him, she
left the Troupe for a while.
Zak:
......
And you say she had a child
then...?
Phoenix:
I have a photograph of her
here.
Phoenix:
I couldn't help notice
what she was wearing when
I first saw this.
Phoenix:
Those bracelets stand out.
Zak:
They are a Gramarye family
heirloom.
Phoenix:
This boy...
Phoenix:
...wears a bracelet just
like the ones in this picture.
Zak:
What...!?
Zak:
So... that's why!
Phoenix:
Why what, Mr. Zak?
Zak:
I took this photograph of
Thalassa before she left us.
Zak:
When she returned...
Zak:
...she wore only one bracelet.
Phoenix:
I bet I know where that
other one went.
Zak:
She gave it to this boy.
...Her son.
=Talk -> The Gramarye Secret=
Zak:
This strange "power"...
I myself do not know
from where it comes.
Zak:
Yet, the fact is that it
is passed down the Gramarye
line. It runs in their veins.
Phoenix:
What... is it?
Zak:
I asked her... Thalassa,
once.
Zak:
This is what she told me.
Zak:
Her power responds to
"tension" in others.
Phoenix:
Tension...?
Zak:
If she were to face a
person, and they became
tense, even slightly...
Zak:
...then she would know, no
matter how hard they tried to
hide it from her.
Phoenix:
So, she could "see" it?
Zak:
Not quite. This is the
strangest part of it all.
Zak:
She wouldn't realize that she
was subconsciously detecting
this tension...
Zak:
...without the use of a
particular "object", or, in
her case, "objects".
Phoenix:
Objects...? Wait... were they
something she wore?
Zak:
Yes. Her bracelets.
Phoenix:
(I admit the first time I saw
one of those, I felt there was
more to it than just fashion.)
Phoenix:
(But what kind of power could
a bracelet have...?)
Zak:
...I have made a decision.
Zak:
I will tell you all I know.
Consider it a gift.
=Talk -> Trucy and Apollo=
Phoenix:
Well, I hardly need you
to tell me at this point,
but those two...
Zak:
...Are brother and sister,
yes.
Zak:
And the brother, too, has
this "power" of theirs.
Phoenix:
So Trucy has an older
brother... I wonder what
will come of that.
Zak:
...Mr. Wright.
Zak:
Tonight, after our game
is done...
Zak:
...I will return to a life
of hiding.
Phoenix:
......
Zak:
I would not see her live her
life without knowing...
Phoenix:
I understand. I'll tell the
two of them when the time
is right.
Zak:
I... am in your debt.
Once again.
Phoenix:
No kidding.
Phoenix:
What I want to know is how
all this got to be so
messed up...
=Talk -> The bracelets=
Zak:
Those bracelets are made of
a special alloy...
Zak:
...It is said to expand and
shrink, very slightly, in
response to body warmth.
Phoenix:
So they're temperature
sensitive or something?
Zak:
Yes.
Zak:
This is how they can shrink
to the exact size of their
wearer's wrist!
Phoenix:
...And this has something to
do with the "power"?
Zak:
What have I told you?
Zak:
The Gramarye "power" reacts
to tension in others.
Zak:
When a Gramarye senses
tension, they, too, become
tense.
Zak:
And this tension translates
into minute contractions of
the muscles.
Zak:
So minute, they cannot sense
it on their own.
Phoenix:
Their muscles? Oh, so that's
what the bracelets are for!
Zak:
With a bracelet on, one
can sense these contractions.
Zak:
Because the bracelet is
always a perfect fit.
Phoenix:
...So when the person they're
watching gets tense...
Phoenix:
...the bracelet feels tighter
on their wrist!
Zak:
Precisely.
Phoenix:
But that alone doesn't really
count as mind reading.
Zak:
I believe I understand how
the process works from there.
Zak:
It's a simple question
of "eyesight".
Phoenix:
Eyesight...?
Phoenix:
(I guess that sounds simple
enough...)
=Talk -> Eyesight=
Zak:
Have you ever heard of
"kinetic vision"?
Phoenix:
Something about the ability to
see moving objects with full
clarity, right?
Phoenix:
I've heard of it before.
Phoenix:
They say athletes can see
a moving ball like it was
stopped... if they focus.
Zak:
Oh, but it's not confined to
sports alone.
Zak:
It all relies on the ability
to "focus". When we focus,
we can see many things...
Zak:
...The faintest twitch of
the face... and the meaning
that lies behind it.
Phoenix:
...!
Zak:
Therein lies one of the
secrets of magic.
Zak:
One must know the mind of
a crowd before one may
distract it.
Phoenix:
So, basically, what you're
saying is...
Phoenix:
...the Gramaryes can see
really well?
Zak:
For them, seeing is more
than believing. It is knowing.
Zak:
Their "power" relies on
eyesight combined with
exceptional focus.
Phoenix:
Things are starting to come
into focus for me, too.
Zak:
Of course, it is difficult to
maintain such levels of
focus for any length of time.
Zak:
But, what if someone could
tell you when to focus?
Phoenix:
Or some-"thing"!
Zak:
...Precisely.
Phoenix:
But wait. Trucy doesn't
have any bracelets.
Zak:
You are talking about
poker, yes?
Zak:
The timing of when to focus
is so elementary, she probably
does it without thinking.
Phoenix:
...!
Zak:
I doubt Trucy herself has
realized this.
Zak:
...That is all I know of
things Gramarye.
Phoenix:
Thank you, Mr. Zak.
Zak:
If this boy's bracelet is
the real thing, then he
will use it before long.
Zak:
Thereby awakening his power.
Phoenix:
...I'll keep that in mind.
Phoenix:
Well, shall we play a game?
Zak:
Ah... I've said so much.
Let me say one more thing.
Zak:
...I will tell you of that
night.
Phoenix:
"That night"...?
Zak:
The night my mentor, Magnifi
Gramarye, passed from this
world to the next.
Phoenix:
...!
Zak:
There were two pistols,
and two letters sent.
Zak:
This... was Magnifi's "test".
Phoenix:
A test?
Zak:
In his last years, Magnifi
Gramarye worked us to the
bone... No. To the pain.
Zak:
But that night, I could
not shoot him.
Zak:
...So I shot the clown's
forehead instead.
Zak:
This, it seems, was the
correct "answer".
Magnifi:
...Take this. I give my art
to you, Zak.
Zak:
What...?
Magnifi:
It is thanks for playing
along with my "show".
Magnifi:
You shot well tonight, Zak.
Magnifi:
Though I would not have
minded dying by your hand.
Zak:
How could I shoot you?
...You're my mentor.
Magnifi:
Bah! I thought you might
say that.
Zak:
...If I went home without
shooting anything...
Zak:
...what would you have done
then?
Magnifi:
Then, of course, I would have
given Valant his chance.
Zak:
And if I had shot you in the
forehead instead?
Magnifi:
Then it would be over.
Magnifi:
If you or Valant were to
shoot me in the head...
Magnifi:
...then I to the darkness
would go, and my art with me.
Magnifi:
A fitting end, don't you
think?
Zak:
Ah...
Magnifi:
Yet this ending, too, gives me
no cause for regret.
I thank you, Zak.
Magnifi:
And... I am sorry. I have done
much that was wrong in my day.
Phoenix:
It seems to me that Magnifi
wanted you to be his successor
all along.
Phoenix:
That's why the time he gave
you was earlier than Valant's.
Zak:
...Perhaps. But it is not
something we will ever know
for sure now.
Zak:
I wonder... What is Valant
up to these days?
Phoenix:
...Waiting for you to "die".
Phoenix:
If seven years pass like this,
the performance rights go to
him.
Zak:
...Ahh.
Zak:
And now here I am... and his
dream is ended.
Phoenix:
It's worse than that,
actually.
Phoenix:
Public opinion's a fickle
thing, you know?
Zak:
What...?
Zak:
You don't mean to tell me
they've put the blame for
our mentor's death on... him?
Phoenix:
The trial ended when you
vanished, Mr. Zak.
Phoenix:
There were even rumors that
Valant had helped you pull
it off.
Zak:
But that's madness!
Zak:
......
Well.
Zak:
It seems that before I can
once again disappear from this
world...
Zak:
...I have one more act to
perform.
Phoenix:
...?
Zak:
...Isn't it odd that sorting
out my life should prove so
complicated...
Zak:
...even though I'm "dead"?
Phoenix:
...That night, Zak Gramarye
was killed.
Phoenix:
He died as "Shadi Smith", a
mysterious traveler with a
secret past.
Phoenix:
But he left one thing
behind before he parted...
Phoenix:
This.
Phoenix:
His "confession".
...To use as I saw fit.
Phoenix:
...Of course, he'd killed
no one.
Phoenix:
This was his way of tying up
loose ends with his old
partner, Valant Gramarye.
** Zak's Confession added to

----------------------------
Zak's Confession
Type: Documents
Received from
Shadi Smith.
Confession to the slaying of
Magnifi Gramarye. Touch the
=Check=
To Whom It May Concern:
Seven years past, I, Zak

Gramarye, murdered my mentor,
Magnifi Gramarye.
I apologize for the trouble
caused by my sudden departure
from court, and hereby confess
to my crime.
Zak Gramarye
----------------------------
=Sunshine Coliseum=
---
Present Day
Sunshine Coliseum
---
Valant:
Well, this is a blast from
the distant past.
Phoenix:
Long time no see, Mr. Valant.
Valant:
Seven years, has it been?
Valant:
Frankly, I didn't think I'd
ever see you again.
Phoenix:
Actually, I came because
there's something I want
to ask you.
Valant:
...I've spoken to the press.
I've nothing more to say.
Phoenix:
I've spoken to a lot of
people myself... and come
to some conclusions.
Phoenix:
But then I realized...
Phoenix:
...I needed to hear it from
you.
Valant:
......
=Examine Balloon=
Phoenix:
I don't think I've ever seen
a hot-air balloon so close.
Valant:
It's a favorite of mine. I've
often thought of how to use
it in one of my shows.
Valant:
Perhaps for the climax of
"Valant's Quick-Draw Shootem
Returns".
Valant:
I stand on stage, I shoot,
and the hot-air balloon is
pierced! It explodes!
Valant:
...What do you think?
Thrilling, yes?
Phoenix:
A little, I guess.
Phoenix:
But no one inside the
coliseum would be able
to see it.
Valant:
...Bravo.
Valant:
It took me four days of
planning to realize that.
Phoenix:
(*sigh*)
Phoenix:
A man in a costume is handing
out balloons to the kids.
Phoenix:
...It's nice to know kids
still like balloons, somehow.
Valant:
They're a favorite of mine.
Balloon-sellers, that is.
Valant:
I would have them join me
on the big stage.
Valant:
They could hand out balloons
to the children in the
audience!
Phoenix:
Wouldn't all those balloons
get in the way of seeing your
show?
Valant:
...Bravo.
Valant:
The possibility had not even
occurred to me.
Phoenix:
(Phoenix Wright, Entertainment
Consultant.)
=Examine Signboard=
Phoenix:
That sure is a big sign.
Valant:
Yes, it's a favorite of mine.
Impressive, isn't it?
Valant:
I considered using it for one
wall of my house when the
show's over.
Phoenix:
Wow, your house is that big!?
Valant:
Actually, as fate would have
it, I currently live in a
one-room apartment.
Valant:
But following the wild success
of my show, I intend to build
a luxurious mansion.
Valant:
I was torn over just how big
to make it.
Valant:
Until that sign whispered the
answer to me.
Phoenix:
That's... really beautiful.
=Examine Coliseum=
Phoenix:
The "Sunshine Coliseum", was
it?
Phoenix:
I'm not sure it actually
qualifies as a "coliseum",
but it's a great forum.
Valant:
Yes, it is a favorite of mine.
I have always been fond of
sunshine.
Valant:
Speaking of which, have you
heard what happened here
recently?
Phoenix:
Oh, yeah, something about
something going on during
some concert?
Valant:
...Exactamundo!
Valant:
I see no reason to hide the
fact that I, too, was involved
in that case.
Phoenix:
Well, that's something. Did
you help solve it?
Valant:
Hah! What do you take me for?
No, I merely served to deepen
the mystery.
Phoenix:
...That's obstruction... of
justice.
Valant:
I'm a magician! It's my sworn
duty to create mystery
whenever possible.
Phoenix:
(*sigh*)
=Present Anything=
Phoenix:
Could you take a look at
this, Mr. Valant?
Valant:
Your forgiveness, I beg.
Valant:
Valant has eyes for naught
but the preparations for
his show!
Valant:
The coliseum, the hot-air
balloon, the sign...
Oh, and the balloon-seller.
Phoenix:
Ah, right. Sorry.
(What does the balloon guy
have to do with his show?)
Valant:
I have walked a difficult road
these past seven years.
Phoenix:
Because you couldn't perform
Magnifi's repertoire?
Valant:
Do not be deceived!
Valant:
Valant's skill is the "real
deal". I do not require my
mentor's hand-me-downs.
Valant:
No, it was my partner who
slowed me on my way.
Phoenix:
Zak Gramarye...
Valant:
...His rather well-performed
disappearing act seven years
ago was the end.
Valant:
...Or so I thought.
Phoenix:
"Zak Gramarye murdered our
mentor, and fled to escape
punishment for his crime."
Phoenix:
You said something to that
effect seven years ago, didn't
you?
Valant:
I remember it as if 'twere
only yesterday.
Valant:
Yet, that was not the way
of it, in the end.
Valant:
For while he vanished, the
suspicions upon my own person
never did!
Valant:
"His partner Zak vanished
to protect him..."
Valant:
That's what those thieving
magpies of a press said!
Phoenix:
I had no idea.
Valant:
Yet that very same press comes
to me now, feigning interest.
Valant:
They cover the greatest magic
show in history as if it were
a vaudevillian distraction!
Valant:
And here must I stand, smiling
at them all.
Valant:
What am I, if not a player
in some fiendish farce!?
Phoenix:
Might I suggest it's because
you never made it clear what
happened?
Phoenix:
Magnifi's death is still a
mystery to this day.
Phoenix:
...Which is why I came here
to get the answer from you.
Valant:
......
*TWO PSYCHE-LOCKS*
Phoenix:
(...I knew I'd be seeing these
sooner or later.)
Valant:
The audience has no business
stepping upon the stage.
Valant:
They must be content to sit
and stare at the spotlight.
Phoenix:
(That sounds an awful lot like
something I heard seven
years ago...)
=Present Magatama=
-- Magnifi's Death --
Valant:
...Ask what you will, you'll
get nothing from me.
Phoenix:
I'm as much a part of this
affair as you are now.
Phoenix:
I have to know what happened.
Valant:
For seven long years, I have
endured...
Valant:
...Now, finally, the curtain
lifts on my new golden age!
Valant:
All the miracles of our
troupe, within my grasp!
Phoenix:
(Sorry to do this, Valant...)
Phoenix:
(But right now, I need
answers.)
Phoenix:
(I think I'll start... by
dropping a bomb. That should
shake things up.)
Phoenix:
Valant... I wouldn't be so
sure about those miracles.
Phoenix:
Not as long as I have this.
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Valant:
Let me be frank.
Valant:
...No one, and I mean no one,
can stand in my path.
Valant:
Not even you, with your
silly-frilly ways.
Phoenix:
Let me be frank, too.
Phoenix:
That's the first time anyone's
called me "silly-frilly".
Phoenix:
(What I need is a bit of
magic... something to stop
Valant's show in its tracks.)
Phoenix:
(...Now's no time for
subtlety.)
((Present Transferal of Rights))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Valant:
And what might that be?
Valant:
I see it bears the Gramarye
seal...
Phoenix:
I should have brought this to
your attention sooner.
Phoenix:
But I didn't imagine you'd be
planning your comeback quite
so fast.
Valant:
......
What is this...?
Phoenix:
A document showing the true
recipient of the performance
rights to Magnifi's miracles.
Valant:
Wh-What...!?
Zak... Gramarye...
He wrote this!?
Valant:
What!? He passed
everything to his daughter!?
Phoenix:
Trucy Enigmar... Actually,
she's officially my daughter
these days.
Valant:
Preposterous! Zak's... Zak is
gone! Vanished into the void!
Phoenix:
This is the genuine article.
...Zak was alive when he wrote
this.
Phoenix:
Both myself and the notary
can testify to this.
Valant:
Unh.............
Valant:
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!
Valant:
Why... Why does Fate toy
with me so!?
Valant:
Why must my life be lived in
thrall to the dead!?
Phoenix:
...You're not the only one
with that problem.
Valant:
But he shot Magnifi!
Yes! It was Zak!
It was!
Valant:
And then he left... and my
career as a magician fell
into darkness...
Phoenix:
Did you think there might be
some way out of it?
Phoenix:
Say, if you could prove Zak
Gramarye shot Magnifi?
Phoenix:
Was that why you testified?
Valant:
Yes! My way out... It should
have been my way out!
Phoenix:
Well, it might not be too
late, Mr. Valant.
Phoenix:
All you need is a way to
prove your case.
Phoenix:
Who really killed Magnifi
Gramarye?
((Present Wrong))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Valant:
So this is the evidence that
answers the question, "Who
killed Magnifi?"
Phoenix:
...Well?
Valant:
The only question that this
evidence can answer is, "Who
here is an idiot?"
Valant:
And it answers, "You,"
Mr. Wright.
Valant:
Must I suffer such indignities
even now? Ah, the life of a
magician is a life of toil.
Phoenix:
(There's one easy way to
win over public opinion...)
Phoenix:
(By producing a signed
confession... even if the
confession is a fake.)
((Present Zak's Confession))
Phoenix:
*TAKE THAT!*
Phoenix:
I believe I have the answer
to your prayers right here.
Phoenix:
Zak Gramarye wrote one more
thing before passing on.
Valant:
This... But this is a
confession!
Phoenix:
In which he admits to the
killing of Magnifi Gramarye.
Phoenix:
...See? All according to
your plan.
Valant:
......
Valant:
I am... a magician by trade.
Deception is my life's work.
Valant:
I fool the audience, give them
a fleeting dream...
Valant:
......
Yet, it seems the tables
have turned.
Valant:
Now I am the audience,
believing in the deceptions
I have wrought upon myself.
Phoenix:
Zak wrote this right
in front of me.
Phoenix:
...After I explained your
situation to him.
Valant:
...Allaka...
Valant:
Allakazooooooooooooomg!
Valant:
...You do know that this
"confession" is nothing
but lies?
Phoenix:
Yes. It's my opinion that
Zak Gramarye killed no one.
Valant:
Then you must be thinking the
truth is a simple matter of
elimination.
Valant:
Two received instuctions to
kil, but if one is innocent?
Valant:
Then the one who remains
is guilty.
Phoenix:
...That would be the logical
conclusion, yes.
Valant:
So he vanished to protect
me, his partner...
Valant:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!
A stirring tale, 'tis true.
Phoenix:
Did you shoot Magnifi Gramarye
in the forehead?
Valant:
...If I had, and I told you,
what would you do? Run to the
police, perchance?
Valant:
...Do as you will. There is
nothing left for me now.
Phoenix:
......
Valant:
...It is true, after all.
Valant:
I have little talent.
I needed my mentor
Magnifi's repertoire.
Valant:
...It was, as if a little
demon grabbed hold of me...
Phoenix:
(I knew it...)
Phoenix:
(So Valant Gramarye did
kill the Great Magnifi.)
Valant:
Heh.
Heh heh heh...
Valant:
...Ha ha ha ha ha!!!
So sorry, Mr. Wright.
Valant:
But it was not I who shot
my mentor.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
Phoenix:
But if it wasn't you,
then who was it!?
Phoenix:
There wasn't another disciple,
was there!?
Valant:
Another disciple...
Such as...?
Phoenix:
I don't know... "Knack &
Talent Gramarye", maybe?
Valant:
...Your wild fancies couldn't
be further from the truth!
Valant:
Only Zak and Valant received
those threatening letters.
Valant:
But, there was another.
Valant:
One more person could have
fired that pistol that night.
Valant:
...I don't suppose you've
figured it out by now?
Phoenix:
(If it wasn't Zak or Valant
who shot Magnifi...)
Phoenix:
(...then it had to be the
only other person at the
scene, which means...)
Phoenix:
W-Wait...
You don't mean...!?
Valant:
...Yes. The Great Magnifi
Gramarye himself.
=Talk -> Suicide=
Phoenix:
So Magnifi Gramarye...
committed suicide?
Valant:
...You find it hard to
believe?
Phoenix:
To be honest, I hadn't even
imagined it as a possibility.
Valant:
When I arrived that night,
the old man was still alive.
Valant:
He appeared to be asleep.
Valant:
I...
I could not shoot him.
Valant:
But when I turned and made
to leave the room...
Valant:
...the old man called out
to me.
Phoenix:
...So you spoke with Magnifi
Gramarye?
Valant:
Yes. And this is why I knew
what he had done.
Valant:
Magnifi transferred the rights
to his repertoire to my
partner, Zak Gramarye. Not me.
Phoenix:
I see...
Phoenix:
Then I guess I owe you an
apology.
Phoenix:
I always thought you were the
one who did it.
Valant:
......
You owe me no apology.
Phoenix:
...Huh?
Valant:
My crime was, in a way, more
serious than that of murder.
Phoenix:
Wh-What!?
Your "crime"...?
Valant:
......
Phoenix:
(Is Valant Gramarye confessing
something to me...?)
Phoenix:
(What could be more serious
than murder?)
=Valant's "crime"=
Valant:
You see... I knew that two
letters had been sent.
Phoenix:
...!
Valant:
There are no secrets between
partners. It was easy to
find out.
Valant:
...That was when I understood
Magnifi's plan.
Phoenix:
He wanted to die by one
of your hands...?
Valant:
Little did I expect it had
anything to do with the
rights to his repertoire!
Valant:
That was when I heard it...
Valant:
...the little demon whispering
inside my heart.
Phoenix:
The demon...
Valant:
...Let me confess: I had
intended to shoot Magnifi.
Valant:
And... I planned on framing
my partner for the crime.
Phoenix:
Wha...
Whaaat!?
Valant:
That night, I prepared
something before going to
Magnifi's hospital room.
Phoenix:
Which was...?
Valant:
IV fluid, of course. I'd seen
it on an earlier visit.
Valant:
If Zak did not shoot, I would
do the deed!
Valant:
Then, I would use the IV
liquid to place the murder
on his hands.
Valant:
That was my plan.
Phoenix:
But... you didn't shoot him.
Valant:
......
I could not.
Valant:
The demon in my heart fled
when the moment came. But then
Magnifi called me back.
Magnifi:
...I am sorry, Valant.
Magnifi:
...I am giving my magic to
Zak... not you...
Magnifi:
...You still lack the draw
he has...
Magnifi:
...Please, help him, if you
can...
Valant:
I left the room...
Valant:
...and then I stopped. The
shock of what I had just been
told consumed me.
Valant:
That is when I heard that
fateful gunshot.
Phoenix:
Magnifi Gramarye... killing
himself.
Valant:
Then, the demon awoke anew
within me!
Valant:
...Zak killed him, he was
the one...
Valant:
...Frame him, and the magic
will be yours...
Valant:
I... altered the scene of
his suicide.
Valant:
I took the pistol from his
hand, wiped off the prints...
Valant:
...then I used the syringe to
add the IV liquid I'd brought.
Phoenix:
So in the end, things happened
pretty much as planned.
Phoenix:
Magnifi died, and you framed
Zak for his murder.
Valant:
......
"As planned", indeed.
Valant:
Of course, the outcome was
somewhat different than I
had anticipated.
Valant:
Well... what do you think?
Valant:
Do you believe my story?
Can it be believed, truly?
Phoenix:
......
That was seven years ago.
Phoenix:
I don't know what to believe.
But...
Valant:
...Yes?
Phoenix:
I'm glad I heard it from
you, Mr. Valant. Thank you.
Valant:
...It is I who should be
thanking you, Mr. Wright.
Valant:
Only when I had lost
everything could I make
my decision...
Phoenix:
...You're going to turn
yourself in?
Valant:
My partner may have vanished,
but not so my guilt.
Valant:
And as my guilt stays, all
else begins to leave me.
Valant:
My friends... my performance
rights... my magic.
Valant:
I've had enough of
vanishing acts.
Phoenix:
...I understand.
Valant:
I thought my life was ruled
by a dead man...
Valant:
...but I find I was wrong.
Valant:
For Zak Gramarye was alive...
Phoenix:
(Well, not anymore.)
Valant:
......
And now, it occurs to me:
Valant:
What if he was not the only
one who survived?
Phoenix:
...What do you mean?
Valant:
You see, now that I think
about it...
Valant:
...I realize that I, no...
we never saw proof of
her demise.
Valant:
We never saw her body.
Phoenix:
Um, "her"...?
Valant:
...The mind races and the
mouth flaps on. My apologies.
Forget this matter.
Valant:
I can only hope that the day
will come when I again meet
my partner, Zak Gramarye.
Valant:
Then... I shall apologize for
my terrible mistake.
Valant:
I am glad we had this chance
to talk... Thank you.
Phoenix:
Zak Gramarye... "Shadi Smith".
Whichever name you prefer...
he is no longer with us.
Phoenix:
The truth revealed in that
trial was only a sliver...
Phoenix:
...and the impenetrable
darkness that remained has
taken another life.
Phoenix:
I knew what I'd have to do
to push back the darkness
for good.
Phoenix:
And it would involve paying
that man a visit.
=Solitary Cell 13=
Guard:
Sorry sir.
Guard:
Prisoner Kristoph Gavin is
currently "occupied".
Phoenix:
I see...
Phoenix:
Do you know when he'll be
finished?
Guard:
Ah, erm, well...
Phoenix:
...Could you go find out?
Guard:
Ah... Certainly, sir.
Please wait here a moment.
Phoenix:
(My apologies to the guard...)
Phoenix:
(But there's something I need
to see.)
=Examine Roses=
Phoenix:
My knowledge of flower names
includes sunflowers, tulips,
and that's about it.
Phoenix:
...Or so I always thought,
but now I see I was wrong!
Phoenix:
I know that this is a rose!
...I think?
=Examine Bookshelf=
Phoenix:
Apparently, Gavin brought
everything in here with him
when he came.
Phoenix:
All the things in here are
more valuable than what I
have in my office.
Phoenix:
...I'll admit I'm a bit
jealous. But I shouldn't be...
I mean it's still a prison.
=Examine Chair=
Phoenix:
That chair is just screaming
to be sat in.
Phoenix:
And if I sat... I'd probably
fall asleep.
Phoenix:
...And have very expensive
dreams.
=Examine Envelope=
Phoenix:
...There it is.
The yellow envelope!
Phoenix:
And the sender is... Drew
Misham! I was right!
Brushel:
Brushel:
Brushel:
It was a yellow envelope.
...I heard it was left at
the crime scene.
Phoenix:
If this is the last letter
that Drew Misham wrote...
Phoenix:
...then there's something I
need to do.
Phoenix:
...The last thing I need
to do, in fact.
Phoenix:
...Here goes!
Phoenix:
Let's see if this atroquinine
spray finds anything...
Phoenix:
So this was Drew Misham's
"messenger of death".
Phoenix:
It was this stamp alright!
No mistaking it!
Phoenix:
And his last letter... was
sent to Kristoph Gavin.
The interview request came,

like you said it would, and
they're looking into the case.
I swear on my life I won't
tell them about you.
So please, release the "spell"
you've put on my daughter.
I'll write later with a
report.
Drew Misham
Phoenix:
Gotcha.
** Letter from Misham added to

----------------------------
Letter from Misham
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Solitary Cell 13.
Letter posted by Drew Misham
just before dying. Poison
traces found on the stamp.
=Check -> Examine Stamp=
Phoenix:
There's no mistaking it.
Phoenix:
This commemorative stamp was
the one on the desk at
Drew Studio.
Phoenix:
...Which makes this the letter
he mailed just before he died.
Phoenix:
Better hold on to this one.
----------------------------
Phoenix:
Finally... decisive evidence!
Kristoph:
...What's this?
A burglar... in jail?
Phoenix:
...Gavin!
Kristoph:
I didn't know you moonlighted
in larceny, Wright.
Phoenix:
Gavin...
There's something I have to
ask you.
Kristoph:
"Can I steal your stuff"?
The answer is "no".
Kristoph:
My apologies, but there's not
much I care to discuss.
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
Vera Misham hasn't received
her verdict yet.
Phoenix:
...You follow me, Gavin?
Kristoph:
There are no known survivors
of atroquinine poisoning.
Kristoph:
But it never hurts to hope.
Phoenix:
...OK, I'll be leaving now,
then.
Kristoph:
Wright. Wait.
Phoenix:
...Yeah, Gavin?
Kristoph:
Would you mind leaving
that letter?
Kristoph:
...It's private.
Phoenix:
Oh, sorry. Forgot I had it.
Kristoph:
...Many thanks.
Phoenix:
...We've now seen all the
clues in this case.
Phoenix:
Clues I gathered over seven
long years.
Phoenix:
Now, it is time.
Phoenix:
Every story has an ending.
Phoenix:
We've come to the final
chapter, the final trial.
Phoenix:
Find the truth. You're the
only ones who can.
To be continued.
============================
Episode 4
============================
Phoenix:
...Welcome to court.
Phoenix:
Seven years... all leading
to one verdict.
Phoenix:
A verdict which you must
decide.
Phoenix:
Is the defendant, Vera Misham,
innocent... or guilty?
Phoenix:
The courtroom doors are
opening... the trial awaits.
Phoenix:
Are you ready to begin?
Courtroom No. 3
Preparations Complete
...Something inside me...

rising... surfacing...
...Something important...
lost long ago... it's
close now... so close.
---
October 9, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 3
---
---------
Evidence \
----------------------------
Nail Polish
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Solitary Cell 13.
Retrieved from Kristoph
Gavin's cell. The nail
polish is colorless.
=Check -> Examine Bottom=
Apollo:
The nail polish Mr. Wright
gave me.
Apollo:
This must be the brand
symbol.
Apollo:
It's an "A", drawn like a
flower.
Apollo:
It's refreshing to see a
brand with a simple, clear
design like this.
----------------------------
Letter from Misham
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Solitary Cell 13.
Letter posted by Drew Misham
just before dying. Poison
traces found on the stamp.
=Check -> Examine Address=
Apollo:
There's an address on here...
And a name I've never heard
of.
Apollo:
At least, I think so...
It's too blurry to read.
----------------------------
Judge:
the trial of Vera Misham.
Apollo:
...The defense is ready,
Your Honor.
Klavier:
...Prosecution's ready
to rock.
Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin. How is the
defendant... Vera Misham's
condition?
Klavier:
Acute atroquinine poisoning.
According to her physician...
Klavier:
...she could die at any time.
Klavier:
Thus... her absence from
the courtroom today.
Trucy:
What!?
Trucy:
They can't put her on trial
without her being here!
Apollo:
It... is unusual.
Trucy:
They should wait for her to
get better and do it then.
Trucy:
...It's so bureaucratic
of them!
Apollo:
That's being a little harsh.
Apollo:
(They can't delay the trial
any longer.)
Apollo:
(...Or they risk having no
one left to try.)
Klavier:
A trial without a verdict
can only cause grief...
Klavier:
...The records of this case,
and experience, tell us this.
Klavier:
...Apologies to the defendant,
but the show must go on.
Apollo:
(Right... if Vera dies, the
trial will be cancelled.)
Apollo:
(...I'm not going to let
that happen!)
Apollo:
(Mr. Wright told me everything
that's been going on behind
the curtain all these years.)
Apollo:
(I'm going to get Vera her
innocent verdict while
there's still time!)
Judge:
...Very well. Your opening
statement, Prosecutor Gavin.
Klavier:
The prosecution's case
is unchanged by recent
events.
Klavier:
Why did Vera Misham succumb
to poison?
Klavier:
Because she couldn't live
with the guilt of what she'd
done.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
But Vera was poisoned with
atroquinine!
Apollo:
The exact same poison that
took her father's life!
Klavier:
...What better confession
could you ask for?
Klavier:
Being the killer she would
have had access to the poison.
Klavier:
Significant, since it's rather
hard to come by.
Judge:
Hmm... That is true.
Klavier:
In other words... I see no
need for further discussion.
Klavier:
We could have had our
verdict... yesterday.
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
If you have no objections,
I see no reason to postpone
a verdict.
Apollo:
...What we need to worry about
isn't the verdict... but the
trial itself!
Apollo:
The defense holds that Vera
Misham is the victim not the
killer!
Klavier:
If that's so... then you
have to prove something.
Klavier:
She was in court, giving
her testimony before us.
Klavier:
How do you propose her
"killer" poisoned her?
Klavier:
Oh... and incidentally, it
would be nice if you told us
who her mystery "killer" was.
Judge:
...The prosecution's objection
is sustained.
Judge:
I ask the defense to prove
its claims to this court.
Judge:
Tell us how Vera Misham
was "poisoned"!
Apollo:
(...I've got two things to
prove here.)
Apollo:
(Who did it, and how.
Which to hit first?)
[ Show "who" ]
Apollo:
Just who poisoned Vera
Misham?
Apollo:
I have a name for you.
Klavier:
Just a moment, Herr
Forehead.
Klavier:
You are aware this is an
accusation you're making?
Klavier:
I think a bit of risk
is in order. This much,
to be precise.
Apollo:
...I understand.
(No problem. I know what
I'm doing this time.)
Judge:
Then let's hear it!
Judge:
Who poisoned Vera Misham?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Hmm... I'm not sure I
entirely understand.
Judge:
Do you understand, Prosecutor
Gavin?
Klavier:
It is clear just who is
poisonous here.
Klavier:
Herr Forehead is poisoning
the hearts and minds of
this court!
Judge:
...Very well.
Judge:
Then let's fight poison,
with penalty!
Apollo:
(...No slouching now,
Justice!)
Apollo:
(This is my chance to drag
the real killer out into
the light of day!)
Apollo:
(I know who gave Vera that
bottle!)
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Wh-What's this?
Kristoph Gavin...?
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...What's your game?
Klavier:
My bro... There's no way
he could do a thing like
that!
Klavier:
You should know that better
than anyone else!
Judge:
Indeed...
Judge:
...He is behind bars.
Apollo:
...I know.
However...
Apollo:
...that doesn't mean it was
impossible to do what he did.
Klavier:
What...?
Apollo:
Kristoph Gavin had the
opportunity to poison
Vera Misham!
Judge:
Apparently, the defense has
something in mind.
Judge:
Let's see what it is!
Judge:
How did Kristoph Gavin,
currently in solitary
confinement, poison her!?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
From what I hear...
Judge:
...atroquinine takes a while
before it acts on the body.
Klavier:
Yes. "Slow-acting", it's
called.
Judge:
Also from what I hear...
Judge:
...my penalties hurt more
later than at the moment
they're given.
Judge:
...But let's find out!
Apollo:
(OK, I'm wrong, I get it.)
Trucy:
They've really made an art
out of this penalty thing.
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
What's this...?
My, what a beautiful bottle.
Judge:
I'd like to give whoever
designed that a hand.
Klavier:
Is that... nail polish?
Hmm, it's colorless.
Klavier:
Ah...!
Apollo:
Klavier:
N-No. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Judge:
So the killer put poison
in this bottle, and made
her drink it?
Apollo:
As Prosecutor Gavin has told
us, this is nail polish.
Judge:
Nail polish...?
Apollo:
...It's like paint for nails.
Know any women with red nails?
Judge:
Ah! My wife has red nails!
I see... so she's been
painting them all this time!
Apollo:
Let's recall yesterday's
trial.
Apollo:
Remember when Vera was
testifying to the court?
Judge:
Vera:
......
Apollo:
Apollo:
Apollo:
Whenever Vera became nervous,
she had a habit...
Apollo:
...of biting her nails.
Judge:
Her nails... Aaah!
Apollo:
Apollo:
When the prosecution had Vera
examined, did they check
her nails?
Klavier:
I... Well I...
Judge:
Bailiff! Have them check the
defendant's nails at once!
Apollo:
Kristoph Gavin didn't have to
"poison" that bottle the day
of the poisoning, Your Honor!
Apollo:
The moment Vera first
held that bottle in her hand,
her fate was sealed!
Judge:
B-But wait!
Judge:
This business about Kristoph
Gavin giving her that bottle
is only conjecture!
[ Show "how" ]
Apollo:
How did the killer poison
Vera Misham...?
Apollo:
I will focus first on the
method used.
Judge:
Hmm...
Any comments before we begin,
Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Not a bottle or container of
the poison was found on the
defendant's body.
Judge:
I see... So the vector of
poisoning is unknown.
Judge:
Is the defense prepared to
prove how the poison reached
Vera Misham?
Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor.
Judge:
Very well.
Judge:
What method was used to
poison Vera Misham?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
From what I hear...
Judge:
...atroquinine takes a while
before it acts on the body.
Klavier:
Yes. "Slow acting", it's
called.
Judge:
Also from what I hear...
Judge:
...my penalties hurt more
later than at the moment
they're given.
Judge:
...But let's find out!
Apollo:
(OK, I'm wrong, I get it.)
Trucy:
They've really made an art
out of this penalty thing.
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
What's this...?
My, what a beautiful bottle.
Judge:
I'd like to give whoever
designed that a hand.
Klavier:
Is that... nail polish?
Hmm, it's colorless.
Klavier:
Ah...!
Apollo:
Klavier:
N-No. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Judge:
So the killer put poison
in this bottle, and made
her drink it?
Apollo:
As Prosecutor Gavin has told
us, this is nail polish.
Judge:
Nail polish...?
Apollo:
...It's like paint for nails.
Know any women with red nails?
Judge:
Ah! My wife has red nails!
I see... so she's been
painting them all this time!
Apollo:
Let's recall yesterday's
trial.
Apollo:
Remember when Vera was
testifying to the court?
Judge:
Vera:
......
Apollo:
Apollo:
Apollo:
Whenever Vera became nervous,
she had a habit...
Apollo:
...of biting her nails.
Judge:
Her nails... Aaah!
Apollo:
Apollo:
When the prosecution had Vera
examined, did they check
her nails?
Kristoph:
I... Well I...
Judge:
Bailiff! Have them check the
defendant's nails at once!
...Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
...Yes?
Judge:
Do you know who did this?
Judge:
Do you know who put poison
in that nail polish!?
Apollo:
...Yes.
Klavier:
That bottle... belongs to
Vera Misham?
Apollo:
Why do you ask?
Know someone else who might
have a bottle like this?
Klavier:
......
No. Just checking.
Judge:
Mr. Justice.
Judge:
You are about to accuse
someone of poisoning that
bottle of nail polish!
Judge:
Please dispense with the
chatter.
Judge:
You realize the weight of
this accusation? Here, let
me show you.
Apollo:
(No problem. I know what
I'm doing this time.)
Judge:
Then let us ask!
Judge:
Who poisoned Vera Misham
via her nail polish!?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Hmm...
I'm having a little trouble
following your reasoning.
Judge:
Any insights, Prosecutor
Gavin?
Klavier:
It is clear just who is
poisonous here.
Klavier:
Herr Forehead is poisoning
the hearts and minds of
this court!
Judge:
...Very well.
Judge:
Then let's fight poison,
with penalty!
Apollo:
(...No slouching now,
Justice!)
Apollo:
(This is my chance to drag
the real killer out into
the light of day!)
Apollo:
(I know who gave Vera that
bottle!)
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Wh-What's this?
Kristoph Gavin...?
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...What's your game?
Klavier:
My bro... There's no way
he could do a thing like
that!
Klavier:
You should know that better
than anyone else!
Judge:
Indeed...
Judge:
...He is behind bars.
Apollo:
...I know.
However...
Apollo:
...that doesn't mean it was
impossible to do what he did.
Klavier:
What...?
Apollo:
Ask yourselves "when" he
put the poison in the bottle.
Apollo:
It could have been yesterday.
...It could have been a
month ago.
Apollo:
Maybe it was a year ago?
...Or perhaps, it was seven
years ago.
Judge:
B-But...!
Judge:
Kristoph Gavin had no motive
for killing this poor girl!
Judge:
...It's simply inconceivable!
Apollo:
...Prosecutor Gavin doesn't
seem to think so.
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
...That face tells me
one thing.
Apollo:
Kristoph Gavin's own younger
brother doesn't find it
inconceivable at all.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
If you feel there is a
clear and pressing need...
Judge:
...then we may have to summon
Kristoph Gavin from jail as
a special witness.
Klavier:
......
Fine.
Klavier:
I've known for some time that
an impenetrable darkness
lurked at the bottom of this.
Klavier:
...A darkness that has
swallowed even myself.
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
...OK.
The defense's wish is granted.
Klavier:
Let prisoner Kristoph Gavin
take the stand!
Judge:
Bailiff, begin proceedings
to call a special witness!
Judge:
The witness is Kristoph Gavin,
currently residing in Solitary
Cell 13 at Central Prison!
Kristoph:
...Ah, Your Honor. How nice
to see you again.
Judge:
I-It's been quite a while,
hasn't it?
Kristoph:
To what do I owe the pleasure
of your company?
Kristoph:
It's not every day I'm
summoned from my solitary
cell. In fact, it's never.
Apollo:
I think you already know,
Mister Kristoph Gavin.
Kristoph:
Ah... Mr. Justice.
Kristoph:
...I hear you've been doing
quite well for yourself.
Apollo:
(Ack...)
Apollo:
(Why do I feel like somehow,
he's still my boss...?)
Trucy:
Stiff upper lip, Apollo!
You can do it!
Apollo:
...Does this bottle look
familiar?
Kristoph:
Ariadoney nail polish?
...Why yes, I use it myself.
Kristoph:
As did the late defendant,
I hear.
Apollo:
She's not dead yet!
Kristoph:
And...? Was there something
concerning this bottle you
wished to ask me about?
Kristoph:
I admit, I respect her for
her taste in nail polish.
Apollo:
Her "taste" indeed!
Apollo:
This nail polish was how
Vera Misham was poisoned!
Kristoph:
Atroquinine... was it?
Judge:
You're well informed about
the case, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
Even in solitary, much comes
to my desk. And I have nothing
to do but read.
Kristoph:
...Well, Klavier?
Klavier:
...!
Kristoph:
...Maybe you can explain this?
Klavier:
......
Klavier:
You're being accused again.
...By him. Again.
Kristoph:
Ahh. And? You agree with his
accusation, do you?
Klavier:
......
Jduge:
Let's hold a proper trial,
shall we?
Judge:
Kristoph Gavin... your
testimony, please.
Kristoph:
...I'd be delighted.
Judge:
The charges against you are
quite severe, Mr. Gavin.
Judge:
You are suspected of the
poisoning of the defendant,
Vera Misham...
Judge:
...Please testify on this
matter to the court!
-- Poisoning Vera --
Kristoph:
Owning the same nail polish
does not a murderer make.
Kristoph:
I have been in solitary
confinement for half a year.
How could I poison her?
Kristoph:
Her father died of the same
poison... the meaning of
which should be clear.
Kristoph:
The prosecution's case holds.
She poisoned her father, then
attempted to poison herself.
Kristoph:
Surely, you aren't going to
suggest I was responsible
for poisoning her father, too?
Judge:
Well...
Judge:
...I'm afraid the defense's
claim is sounding rather
unlikely.
Kristoph:
Naturally.
Kristoph:
For one, I don't even
know the Mishams.
Kristoph:
Isn't that so, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
......
Judge:
Very well. Mr. Justice, begin
your cross-examination.
Apollo:
(I'm accusing Kristoph Gavin,
my ex-boss.)
Apollo:
(But I know he poisoned the
Mishams!)
Apollo:
(The question is "when" could
he have done it...?)
Apollo:
(Not to mention... "why"?)
-- Poisoning Vera --
Kristoph:
Owning the same nail polish
does not a murderer make.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Tell me, is this nail
polish expensive?
Kristoph:
Ariadoney is a nail polish
of the highest order.
Kristoph:
Not only is it fabulously
expensive, but it is made in
extremely limited quantities.
Apollo:
And you, and Vera, just happen
to both use it?
Apollo:
That can't be a coincidence!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
I'm guessing it's not a
coincidence.
Apollo:
Huh?
Klavier:
It's simple.
Klavier:
Ariadoney is the best
nail polish one can buy,
correct?
Klavier:
Then, if one wanted the best
nail polish, one would buy it.
Judge:
...That makes sense!
Judge:
Why, it's a bit like my
feelings toward my
brand-name gavel here.
Trucy:
And my silk top hat!
Apollo:
(Are we all done showing
off our refined tastes?)
Judge:
...Please, continue with your
tasteful testimony.
Kristoph:
I have been in solitary
confinement for half a year.
How could I poison her?
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Can't you still make contact
with the outside world in
solitary?
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Ah, so he had an accomplice
on the outside? Is this your
latest accusation?
Kristoph:
I am allowed a certain
modicum of letter writing.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
But the contents of those
letters are closely checked.
Klavier:
It would be extremely
difficult to send a hit
request!
Trucy:
...Prosecutor Gavin's on the
warpath, isn't he?
Apollo:
Yeah...
You think so, too, Trucy?
Trucy:
I bet I know why.
Trucy:
He must be nervous with
big brother watching!
Apollo:
(Hmm... And maybe that's a
weakness I can turn to my
advantage...)
Kristoph:
Are we "cool" with that?
May I continue?
Kristoph:
Her father died of the same
poison... the meaning of
which should be clear.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
The defendant is not dead yet!
Kristoph:
There are no known cases of
someone surviving atroquinine
poisoning.
Apollo:
You seem to know a lot about
atroquinine.
Kristoph:
I know a lot about a lot of
things.
Kristoph:
Which is why I suggest we
pick up the pace.
Kristoph:
Or else, you'll be short one
defendant, for what she's
worth.
Judge:
The witness will refrain from
speaking ill of the... ill!
Kristoph:
...My apologies.
Shall I continue?
Kristoph:
The prosecution's case holds.
She poisoned her father, then
attempted to poison herself.
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Vera had no reason to want
to commit suicide!
Apollo:
And also...
Apollo:
...who would commit suicide by
doing their nails!?
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
The answer's quite simple.
Basically...
Kristoph:
...Allow me to explain,
beginning with, "Why did she
do it?"
Kristoph:
The answer's quite simple.
She couldn't live with her
own guilt.
Kristoph:
Next, "Why did she use nail
polish to poison herself?"
Kristoph:
This, too, is simple.
So she could die doing
something that she liked.
Apollo:
"Something that she liked"...?
Kristoph:
Once she saw that the trial
wasn't going her way, she
knew she would die.
Kristoph:
And, it's not easy to bring
poison into a courtroom.
Kristoph:
...Must I explain further?
Judge:
Hmm...
I believe that's clear
enough. Crystal clear.
Trucy:
Wow, the two brothers together
is like a two-man wrecking
team!
Apollo:
They could use a little more
teamwork, though.
Kristoph:
Surely, you aren't going to
suggest I was responsible
for poisoning her father, too?
Apollo:
*HOLD IT!*
Apollo:
Both Vera and Mr. Misham were
poisoned with atroquinine.
Apollo:
That really can't be a
coincidence.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
The defense is repeating
fallacious statements based
on conjecture!
Klavier:
The prosecution requests
concrete, unambiguous proof
of the witness's crime!
Judge:
O-Objection sustained.
Judge:
The defense will please
present concrete proof.
Trucy:
Does Prosecutor Gavin seem
strange to you, too? It's
like he's all grown-up...
Apollo:
I think that's how prosecutors
are supposed to be, actually.
Apollo:
(Though he is acting different
than usual...)
Apollo:
(...I'll bet it has a lot to
do with his brother Kristoph
being in the room...)
Trucy:
Well, let's make this
testimony count, Apollo!
Apollo:
Right. Quick and painless.
(...My bracelet should do
the trick!)
((Perceive Wrong))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin! You're nervous
about something!
Kristoph:
...There is that finger
pointing at me so rudely.
Apollo:
...!
Kristoph:
...And that desperate gleam
in your eyes. It's quite
disturbing, actually.
Kristoph:
Perhaps because you have no
faith in your own logic?
Kristoph:
...Which is why you cling
to your dubious "power".
Apollo:
(...Confident or not, I've
come a long way, Mr. Gavin.)
Apollo:
(Just a little more to go.
...I need a "word".)
Apollo:
(There must be some word
that sends shivers down
his spine...)
Apollo:
(OK... I'm questioning my
ex-boss.)
Apollo:
(His testimony seems
water-tight... but he's
lying.)
Apollo:
(I'm sure I'll be able to
see something... as long
as I focus!)
((Perceive DEVIL HAND!))
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
Apollo:
It was you who killed Drew
Misham.
Kristoph:
...A bluff worthy of your new
mentor, Mr. Wright.
Apollo:
Oh, really?
...But you see, I saw it.
Apollo:
Right when you said "her
father, too"!
Apollo:
Your hand tensed unnaturally,
and a little devil appeared
to give me the news.
Kristoph:
......
Kristoph:
And? Let's assume, for the
sake of argument, that you
saw me being "tense".
Kristoph:
What does that mean? Are all
tense witnesses guilty?
Kristoph:
And tell me, was Drew Misham
fond of nail polish, too?
Apollo:
...Sorry, but there's more
than one way to poison a man.
Apollo:
You don't need nail polish
to get to someone's mouth.
Kristoph:
Ah, then I must be very
talented indeed.
Kristoph:
You see, Drew Misham was
killed on October 6...
Kristoph:
...while I was already in my
solitary confinement cell
at Central Prison.
Kristoph:
If that's not an alibi, then
I don't know what is.
Apollo:
...But you found a way, all
the same.
Apollo:
And I found it, too.
Kristoph:
...!
Apollo:
This is how you poisoned
Mr. Misham!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Kristoph:
...My, my.
Kristoph:
And here I thought you'd
come so far.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Kristoph:
I admire how you, lacking any
confidence whatsoever, choose
to barrel on.
Kristoph:
Your defense lacks even a
shred of elegance.
Kristoph:
...Much like Phoenix Wright,
come to think of it.
Apollo:
(...Relax, Justice. I've come
this far, I must know the
answer...)
Apollo:
(...How did the killer get to
his victim, when the killer
was in jail...?)
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
I'm sure this commemorative
stamp requires no
introduction.
Kristoph:
......
Apollo:
The night Mr. Misham died,
he was seen writing a letter.
Apollo:
Atroquinine was found on
this stamp, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
So am I to understand this
stamp was the murder weapon?
Apollo:
Yes, you are.
Oh, and yes...
Apollo:
...this stamp was found in
your prison cell!!!
Kristoph:
...!
Apollo:
...That is all, Your Honor.
Judge:
Judge:
P-Poison on the back of
that stamp!?
Apollo:
After Drew Misham was killed,
someone paid a visit to this
witness's cell.
Apollo:
...Phoenix Wright.
Trucy:
Daddy...?
Apollo:
That's when he found the
stamp.
Apollo:
You made Drew Misham write
you a letter!
Apollo:
That's how you killed him!
Klavier:
What...!?
Kristoph:
My, my. You've upset my poor
brother to the point of
uselessness.
Kristoph:
Allow me to clarify this
matter, Justice.
Kristoph:
All you need do is recall
witness Spark Brushel's
testimony.
Brushel:
that envelope...
Brushel:
something!
Apollo:
His desk drawer...?
Brushel:
Kristoph:
He was "looking for a stamp".
Kristoph:
Ergo, he had no intention
of using this stamp.
Apollo:
What are you getting at?
Kristoph:
What I'm arriving at is that
this commemorative stamp was
in a frame!
Kristoph:
It was mere coincidence that
he used it that night!
Judge:
That would... seem to be the
case.
Kristoph:
Or perhaps you mean to suggest
that I can somehow manipulate
coincidence?
Apollo:
...!
Judge:
He does have a point.
Judge:
How would this witness know
if the victim was going to
use that stamp?
Judge:
Without that, he couldn't
have planned the murder!
Apollo:
Wh-Whaaaaat!?
Kristoph:
...Really, Klavier.
Kristoph:
You should be seeing through
these weak-spined bluffs
by now.
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
(He's right, though...)
Apollo:
(...How could anyone have
known Mr. Misham would use
that stamp that night?)
Apollo:
(Least of all Kristoph Gavin
locked away in his cell...)
Judge:
Well...
Judge:
...it seems that the defense
has run out of things to say.
Kristoph:
You assume he had something
to say in the first place.
Kristoph:
I believe the defense's
bluff... has been called.
Klavier:
The "defense's bluff"...?
Klavier:
I'm not sure I agree with
you there... Kristoph.
Kristoph:
K-Klavier...?
Klavier:
...Honestly, I wanted to
believe you.
Klavier:
But the defense wasn't trying
to get away with a bluff.
Klavier:
You were, Kristoph!
Judge:
Wh-What are you saying?
Klavier:
...Herr Forehead.
Klavier:
What was your accusation
again...?
Apollo:
Huh!? Oh, it was that...
Klavier:
..."This poisoned stamp killed
Drew Misham"... ja?
Klavier:
To which my brother responded
thusly:
Klavier:
"There was no way to know
"when" Misham would use
the stamp."
Judge:
Yes, that's right. Which is
why it couldn't have been
planned...
Klavier:
...Tell me. It needs to
be "planned"... why?
Apollo:
Uh...
Klavier:
Why couldn't it have been
a "coincidence"?
Klavier:
The defense's case is simply
that Drew Misham died by that
stamp. That's all.
Apollo:
"Coincidence"...
Klavier:
Kristoph, you tried to slip
out from under his accusation
by changing the subject!
Klavier:
If that's not bluffing...
what is it?
Kristoph:
......
Kristoph:
What are you up to, Klavier?
Klavier:
I could ask you the same
question, Kristoph.
Kristoph:
Heh...
Kristoph:
...I silenced the defense with
the fewest words possible.
It's called "efficiency".
Judge:
B-But Mr. Gavin! That's
impermissible testimony!
Kristoph:
...Very well. I shall take
his claim head-on, then.
Kristoph:
...Justice.
Apollo:
Wh-What?
Kristoph:
You accuse me of Drew Misham's
murder, yes?
Kristoph:
Then, allow me to ask you:
Kristoph:
What possible reason could
I have to kill a painter?
Trucy:
Apollo! Motive! He's talking
about a motive!
Judge:
Hmm... Indeed.
Judge:
It's hard to see how an
attorney could come to
want to kill a painter.
Apollo:
(Now here's something: why
didn't he bring up the motive
from the very beginning?)
Apollo:
(...Unless he was afraid
it was a battle he might
lose...!)
Trucy:
So... what does it mean?
Apollo:
...It means there might be
a weak spot! Maybe I have some
evidence to prove a motive...
Judge:
A motive for murder.
Judge:
This is a vital, if not the
most vital element in this
case.
Judge:
Please consider this when
making your statement.
Klavier:
I'd say it's about...
this vital.
Apollo:
(That's... pretty vital.)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Apollo:
(I'm going through with this
no matter what!)
Apollo:
I'd like to present evidence.
Kristoph:
......
Judge:
Then, let's see what you
have for us.
Judge:
What reason did Kristoph
Gavin have for wanting to
murder Drew Misham?
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Kristoph:
......
Kristoph:
Bravo, Justice.
Apollo:
Hmm...?
Kristoph:
The way you present erroneous
evidence with such numbing
lack of skill.
Kristoph:
To think changing mentors
would cripple you so.
Judge:
Allow me to present you with
a numbing penalty.
Trucy:
Hang in there, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Drew Misham had another
"business" besides painting.)
Apollo:
(Add a "lawyer" to that...
and the puzzle is complete.)
Apollo:
Your Honor! I'm plenty numb
now... Can I try again?
((Present Red Envelope or Notebook Page))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
Kristoph Gavin's motive
becomes clear...
Apollo:
...when we consider why the
stamp came to Drew Misham's
studio in the first place.
Judge:
And why was that?
Apollo:
Forgery, Your Honor.
Apollo:
Go back seven years.
Apollo:
Drew Misham accepts his first
job creating forged evidence.
Judge:
I've... seen that before!
Judge:
A page from a diary, wasn't
it? Magnifi Gramarye's diary.
Kristoph:
Ah, when attorney Phoenix
Wright lost his badge, yes.
Kristoph:
...This was the "evidence"
he presented. To his loss.
Apollo:
...This evidence is a fake,
yes.
Apollo:
But did Mr. Wright request
the forgery be made?
Apollo:
That was never proven!
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
The defense attorney on that
case was Phoenix Wright.
Klavier:
Who, other than him, drunk
with the prospect of victory,
could have done it?
Klavier:
And why would they?
Apollo:
......
Just out of curiosity...
Apollo:
...do you remember this
letter?
Apollo:
This is the first page.
Apollo:
...And this is the second.
Judge:
Those were presented in court
yesterday.
Judge:
This letter was sent to
Drew Misham by the client
who requested that forgery.
Apollo:
The "enclosed stamp" was none
other than the poisoned
commemorative stamp!
Apollo:
Drew Misham drew his last
breath just the other day.
Apollo:
However!
Apollo:
The motive for his murder
was already seven years old!
Klavier:
Seven years old...?
Apollo:
The client who requested this
forgery was very cautious.
Apollo:
He tried to erase anything...
and anyone with connections
to the forgery!
Judge:
...To keep them from talking?
Apollo:
...But he made a mistake.
Vera:
...The stamp was a picture of
my favorite magicians... so
I kept it...
Vera:
...Father took me when I was
very young...
Vera:
...It was a great magic show.
I loved it so much...
Apollo:
...The killer's "time bomb"
was delayed.
Apollo:
The poisoned stamp was sealed
within a glass frame...
Apollo:
...where it sat for seven
whole years.
Klavier:
...Herr Forehead.
Klavier:
Do you understand what you're
telling us?
Apollo:
......
Klavier:
The one who schemed up the
forged diary page was the one
who poisoned the stamp.
Klavier:
And it was Phoenix Wright
who presented the forged
evidence seven years ago.
Klavier:
Adding the two statements
together, the one who schemed
to kill Drew Misham...
Klavier:
...was none other than
Phoenix Wright!
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
...Sorry, but that's not
how this is going to go down.
Klavier:
Oh? Then how will it "go
down"?
Apollo:
I checked through the records
on that case... when I found
this.
Apollo:
...Seven years ago, just
before the trial began...
Trucy:
Oh... Old boy!
Trucy:
Um, uh...
Here.
Phoenix:
What's this...?
Trucy:
there in the hall.
Trucy:
the spiky hair".
Apollo:
And one more thing...
Enigmar:
I'm... sorry to have sprung
this on you so suddenly.
Phoenix:
I received the files from
your previous attorney only
yesterday.
Enigmar:
...I understand I am asking
the impossible of you.
Phoenix:
Yes, well, you haven't really
told me what happened yet!
Phoenix:
All we did... was play cards.
Enigmar:
And that was enough.
Apollo:
Phoenix Wright was put on
the case the day before
the trial started.
Apollo:
He didn't have time to request
a forgery!
Klavier:
The day before...!?
Apollo:
Now here's a question.
Apollo:
Just who was Shadi Enigmar's
previous defense attorney?
Kristoph:
......
Klavier:
No... Th-This can't all be...
Apollo:
...But it is all true.
Apollo:
There was another man, a
defense attorney with a badge
on his collar...
Apollo:
...it was you! Kristoph Gavin!
Judge:
Judge:
W-What is the meaning of
this, witness! I mean,
defendant! Er, former lawyer!?
Kristoph:
...Let me begin by denying
this.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
It's easy enough to look
up, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
And impossible to prove
if you can't.
Apollo:
...!
Kristoph:
Attorneys are registered with
the court the day before the
trial begins.
Kristoph:
In other words, no record
remains in the court.
Kristoph:
How exactly did you intend
to prove Phoenix Wright's
claim?
Judge:
Hmm... That would be
difficult.
Judge:
I'm afraid this line of
inquiry won't yield...
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...Herr Forehead.
Klavier:
Are you sure you don't have
evidence...?
Apollo:
...!
Trucy:
What's wrong with Prosecutor
Gavin? He looks clammy!
Klavier:
Evidence!
Klavier:
Evidence that shows this man,
Kristoph Gavin, requested that
forgery seven years ago!
Kristoph:
Klavier...?
Klavier:
Just... prove it!
Klavier:
Clear up these doubts now,
or I swear, I'm off this
case!
Trucy:
...He must have thought of
some evidence, Apollo!
Apollo:
(Prosecutor Gavin looks like
he's in physical pain!
That darkness...)
Apollo:
(...I have to pull that
darkness out of him... And
proof is the only way I can!)
Apollo:
(What proves Kristoph Gavin's
link to Drew Misham!?)
Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
Judge:
You claim Kristoph Gavin
requested a forgery of
Drew Misham seven years ago!
Judge:
Prove it!
Apollo:
It can be proven.
Kristoph:
......
Kristoph:
Simply ridiculous.
Kristoph:
Why even discuss it?
This "evidence" does not...
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
Are you... telling the truth,
Apollo Justice...?
Apollo:
...I am.
Klavier:
Then... I say we give him
the benefit of the doubt!
Judge:
Very well.
But, if you're wrong about
this...
Judge:
...be prepared for a penalty.
Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*
Kristoph:
Your Honor.
You do the defense an
injustice.
Kristoph:
Mr. Justice is clearly
passionate about his claim.
Kristoph:
Should the penalty not match
his passion?
Judge:
I... haven't given a penalty
like that in a long time.
Judge:
Well? Mr. Justice!
Apollo:
...Fine, Your Honor.
Apollo:
(All I have to prove is
any kind of link.)
Apollo:
(Something that ties Kristoph
Gavin to Drew Misham...)
Apollo:
(And... I have something
that clearly does the job.)
Judge:
...Very well, Mr. Justice.
Present your evidence!
Judge:
Show us the link between
our witness and Drew Misham!
((Present Wrong))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Judge:
Hmm...
What say you, Mr. Gavin?
Kristoph:
Ah, yes... What was your
name again? Apollo Justice?
Apollo:
...Your point?
Kristoph:
I was thinking you should
have it changed to "Forgery".
Kristoph:
...It suits you far, far
better.
Trucy:
Forgery Justice...? That's
not so bad!
Apollo:
(In other words... wrong
evidence.)
Judge:
Most unfortunate.
Judge:
Might I suggest changing it
to "Penalty Justice"?
Klavier:
Way to go, Herr Pen!
Apollo:
(Great, a new nickname
already.)
Apollo:
(Time to rethink my
evidence... carefully!)
((Present Letter from Misham))
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
Apollo:
This evidence proves there's
a link!
Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*
Kristoph:
That... scrap of paper?
I'm afraid I can't let you
submit that.
Apollo:
...Is there some problem?
Kristoph:
There is.
Kristoph:
How could you possibly have
that? You couldn't.
Apollo:
Hmm...?
Trucy:
Hey! That's Daddy's
handwriting...
Judge:
...Mr. Wright's handwriting!?
What is the meaning of this?
Kristoph:
Ah, I see now.
Yes, of course.
Judge:
What do you mean "of course"?
Kristoph:
I just remembered I had a
visitor yesterday.
Kristoph:
Phoenix Wright came to my
cell... except I wasn't there.
Klavier:
Phoenix Wright...?
Kristoph:
When I returned, I saw he
had something of mine in
his possession.
Kristoph:
of letting him get away with
reading my private mail.
Judge:
Mail...? You mean, this
letter was in your cell?
Kristoph:
...No.
Kristoph:
However, it appears Mr. Wright
has yet to be cured of his bad
forging habit.
Judge:
Well, if it's a forgery,
it's not a very good one.
The handwriting's terrible!
Apollo:
This is Mr. Wright's
reproduction of what was
written in the real letter.
Judge:
"Reproduction"...?
Apollo:
When Mr. Wright visited
Kristoph Gavin's cell...
Apollo:
...he brought with him a
small video camera.
Kristoph:
What...?
Apollo:
He recorded his entire
conversation with you,
Mr. Gavin.
Apollo:
And the contents of your
"personal" mail!
----------------------------
Letter from Mr. Wright
Type: Evidence
Received from
Phoenix Wright.
Reproduction of information
found by Mr. Wright during
his investigation.
=Check -> Examine Address=
Trucy:
Hey, Apollo. It's not
addressed to Kristoph!
Apollo:
Huh, you're right.
...I guess it makes sense.
Apollo:
It would show a connection,
if it was.
Apollo:
And, for the killer, it's
kind of the murder weapon.
Apollo:
I doubt he'd give out his
real name along with his
address.
Trucy:
Oh, good point.
How sneaky!
Apollo:
(Murder by mail...
That's a scary thought.)
----------------------------
Kristoph:
...!
Kristoph:
R-Regardless.
Kristoph:
This mockery of a piece of
evidence will never be
accepted by the court.
Kristoph:
Evidence based on a "video"
a man with no authority
whatsoever "claims" he took...
Kristoph:
...A man who happens to be an
ex-attorney suspected of
forgery!
Judge:
Hmm.
Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
......
Apollo:
Prosecutor... Gavin?
Kristoph:
As embarrassing as this is for
me to say...
Kristoph:
...I'm afraid my brother is
incapable of making rational
judgments at the moment.
Kristoph:
Your Honor.
...Your decision, please.
Judge:
......
Judge:
The defense's claim is
denied.
Trucy:
What!?
Judge:
Only actual evidence is
permitted in a court of law.
Judge:
Please remove the defense's
"evidence" from the record.
Kristoph:
Better luck next time,
Justice.
Apollo:
...!
Judge:
Well, we've certainly
taken a detour from our
cross-examination...
Judge:
...but, the defense appears to
be lacking proof.
Judge:
I'm forced to end the
cross-examination of Kristoph
Gavin at this point.
Trucy:
...Apollo!
Do something...!
Apollo:
I'm thinking! But...
without evidence...
Apollo:
...I don't have anything
I can use on him!
Judge:
...Very well. This ends
the special witness's
cross-examination.
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
Klavier:
...The show's over, yet the
crowd screams for more.
Klavier:
Only now do I understand
why.
Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
Frankly, I'm relieved.
Klavier:
This has been bothering me
for seven whole years.
Klavier:
And I'm tired of the whole
youthful angst scene.
Klavier:
...Now's our chance.
Let's clean out the family
closet, eh, Kristoph?
Kristoph:
Klavier... You're spinning
out of control.
Kristoph:
Calm yourself before you say
something you'll regret.
Klavier:
Spinning out of whose control?
Mine? ...Or yours?
Kristoph:
Take a moment to consider
everything you've built.
Kristoph:
Your reputation as a
prosecutor... your fame
with the masses.
Kristoph:
You could lose it all,
Klavier.
Trucy:
Apollo! Did you see that?
He's trying to press
Prosecutor Gavin!
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin!
Try to remember...
Apollo:
...what's really important
to you!
Klavier:
You amuse me, Herr Forehead.
Klavier:
I couldn't forget what's
really important to me,
even if I tried.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
In fact, I haven't.
Not even once.
Klavier:
Seven years ago...
Klavier:
...Finally.
Klavier:
You just couldn't resist,
could you, Herr Wright?
Phoenix:
...Resist what? Presenting
solid evidence?
Klavier:
Might I request we put the
current cross-examination
on hold?
Klavier:
The prosecution would like to
call a new witness.
Klavier:
...State your name and
occupation for the record.
Apollo:
...I'm familiar with the
trial. I've watched the
video several times.
Klavier:
Didn't you find anything
"unnatural" about it?
Judge:
Unnatural?
Apollo:
Well, you did seem unusually
well prepared.
Apollo:
I mean, Mr. Wright had only
just presented his evidence.
Apollo:
And the next moment you call
in Drew Misham. It was almost
as if...
Klavier:
"Almost as if"... what?
Apollo:
......
Apollo:
(Funny, it didn't even occur
to me to wonder...)
Apollo:
(...But now that I do, I see
there's only one possible
explanation!)
Apollo:
Almost as if... from the
very beginning...
Apollo:
...you knew Mr. Wright was
going to present that
evidence.
Judge:
Ah...!
Klavier:
...Correct.
Apollo:
...!
Klavier:
I knew that if I applied
the usual pressure...
Klavier:
...Phoenix Wright would
eventually come up with
that forged diary page.
Kristoph:
Don't do this, Klavier.
Klavier:
I knew because you told
me, Kristoph!
Apollo:
Wh...
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Klavier:
It was the night before
the trial.
Kristoph:
...Klavier.
Klavier:
Kristoph...? Odd seeing you
at the prosecutor's office
the day before the trial.
Kristoph:
Ah... I won't be appearing
in the trial, actually.
Klavier:
Huh? Why not...?
Kristoph:
I won't be facing off with
you on your first trial,
apparently.
Kristoph:
...But in exchange, I brought
information.
Klavier:
Information...?
Kristoph:
The attorney who'll be there
in my place tomorrow is not
to be trusted.
Kristoph:
Don't even give him the
benefit of your respect.
Listen...
Kristoph:
...I want you to call in a
special witness.
Kristoph:
Then...
......
Klavier;
...I wondered about it
at the time.
Klavier:
"How did Kristoph know so
much?"
Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin...
Klavier:
...Kristoph!
Klavier:
We were supposed to face
each other in that trial!
Klavier:
A fair fight, brother to
brother! I deserved that much!
Klavier:
You let me borrow the victim's
belongings...
Klavier:
...You showed me all your
research on the case!
Trucy:
The victim's "belongings"...?
Apollo:
Which would have included
Magnifi's diary... wouldn't
it?
Kristoph:
......
Judge:
Mr. Gavin...?
Kristoph:
My, my, Klavier.
You disappoint me.
Kristoph:
You find trees, yet miss
the forest!
Apollo:
...You're the one missing
the forest, Mr. Gavin.
Kristoph:
......
Klavier:
You can't sweep this under
the rug. Not anymore.
Klavier:
Tell me what was going on
behind that trial!
Kristoph:
......
...Why not?
Kristoph:
I've achieved what I came
here to do.
Kristoph:
I see no harm in a little
reminiscing.
Trucy:
Apollo...
Apollo:
...I think we're finally going
to shine a light on the black
belly of this thing, Trucy.
Apollo:
We've done everything we
could. I hope it's enough.
Kristoph:
...Seven years ago... the
day before the trial.
Kristoph:
I visited the detention center
at the request of my client,
Zak Gramarye.
...Two cards.
...One card.
...Showdown time.
...Enough.
You lose, Gavin. Thanks for

the work. Now go.
Kristoph:
...To be honest, I don't know
what his reasons were to this
day.
Kristoph:
As far as I could tell...
Kristoph:
...he dismissed me as his
representation... because
I lost in a game of poker.
Kristoph:
I can come to no other
conclusion.
Trucy:
Daddy used to say something.
Trucy:
"If you want to know a man,
you have to compete"...
Apollo:
(...Zak wasn't watching his
points, or the cards.)
Apollo:
(He was watching the man
behind the cards... Kristoph
Gavin.)
Kristoph:
I couldn't believe it.
Kristoph:
Phoenix Wright...?
Kristoph:
A second rate attorney who
relies on luck and bluffs!
Kristoph:
He dismissed me... and went
with that pitiful excuse for
a man?
Kristoph:
...He deserved to die for
that error alone.
Apollo:
Hold it!
Apollo:
So, the one who requested
that forgery was...?
Kristoph:
...Oh, I'm not admitting
to anything. My point is...
Kristoph:
...these two men shamed me,
and I could not forgive that.
Kristoph:
Phoenix Wright and Zak
Gramarye both deserved
what they got.
Apollo:
...So you asked Mr. Misham
to forge that evidence...
Apollo:
...so you could "win"!
Apollo:
But then, when you were
dismissed as Zak Gramarye's
attorney...
Apollo:
...you used your forged
evidence as a trap!
Klavier:
You fed me information about
the forgery you made.
Klavier:
...Then you gave your dirty
evidence to him!
Kristoph:
You're free to imagine what
you will.
Kristoph:
My point... is that all I had
imagined came to pass.
Kristoph:
Everything went perfectly.
...Hah...
Klavier:
...Ha ha ha...
Klavier:
Incredible. If I wasn't
laughing... I'd weep.
Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin?
Klavier:
"Perfectly"...?
You're mad, Kristoph.
Klavier:
Stop fooling yourself.
Kristoph:
What are you talking about,
Klavier?
Klavier:
...Tell me, how did that
trial end?
Judge:
Cancelled... when the
defendant vanished.
Klavier:
Ah. I get it.
So, Kristoph...
Klavier:
...you've been living in
fear for seven years!
Kristoph:
...What...?
Apollo:
You were afraid your forgery
would be revealed, and your
reputation trashed!
Apollo:
You couldn't leave things
to chance...
Apollo:
...so you watched everyone
involved with the case,
for seven years!
Brushel:
You know, he always felt like
he was being watched?
Brushel:
That's what he said.
Every day, for seven years.
Brushel:
But I felt it, too!
"Journalist Sure He Is
Being Watched", end quote.
Brushel:
Don't you wonder why Zak
Gramarye got rubbed out
after seven years...
Brushel:
...right after coming into
contact with me!?
Judge:
W-Wait just a minute!
Judge:
Zak Gramarye was seen by
this reporter?
Judge:
How is that possible!?
Judge;
Was he alive after being
gone seven years!?
Apollo:
......
(Finally...)
Apollo:
(I knew this moment was
coming...)
Apollo:
(I just didn't think we'd
get here so fast.)
Apollo:
(Zak Gramarye... gone missing
for seven years... Trucy's
father!)
Trucy:
What's wrong, Apollo!
Go get him!
Apollo:
...Right. Leave it to me.
Apollo:
Allow me to refresh the
court's memory.
Apollo:
Six months ago, Kristoph Gavin
was charged with murdering a
"mysterious traveler".
Judge:
I remember him quite well.
Shadi Smith, was it?
Judge:
Poisoned in a Chinese
restaurant... Tragic.
Apollo:
...The details don't really
matter right now.
Apollo:
What matters is... that
traveler was Zak Gramarye!
Trucy:
......
Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?
Apollo:
...Huh?
Trucy:
Keep going!
We'll talk about it later!
Apollo:
...!
(Did... she already know?)
Judge:
Someone please explain this!
Judge:
...Mr. Justice!
Can you explain this?
Apollo:
It all started seven years
ago...
Apollo:
...The great magician, Magnifi
Gramarye's death started it.
Apollo:
Magnifi Gramarye's death,
and his student, Zak Gramarye,
the suspect.
Apollo:
Whoever defended Zak in court
successfully would be famous
beyond belief.
Apollo:
...Thinking that, Kristoph
Gavin did the unthinkable.
Apollo:
He forged evidence.
Judge:
...Drew Misham?
Apollo:
Actually, it was his daughter,
Vera, who really did the work.
Apollo:
You took precautions when
you had that forgery made,
didn't you, Mr. Gavin?
Judge:
Precautions...?
Klavier:
...To keep people from
talking, of course.
(...These two know too much.)
(Leave them alive and they'll

be nothing but trouble...!)
Apollo:
That's when you planned your
poisoning of the forgers.
Klavier:
Atroquinine...
Klavier:
...applied to a commemorative
stamp.
Apollo:
But, luck was on Mr. Misham's
side. The bomb didn't go off.
Judge:
His daughter...!
Judge:
She saved him by taking
the stamp... I see!
Kristoph:
......
Apollo:
...But that wasn't the only
bomb he set up.
Klavier:
The Ariadoney nail polish,
...of course!
Apollo:
You noticed something when
you requested that forgery.
Apollo:
When Vera Misham is nervous,
she has a bad habit...
Apollo:
...a tendency to bite her
nails.
Judge:
Ah...!
Apollo:
That nail polish... was her
"good luck charm".
Drew:
She was almost kidnapped,
once.
Drew:
Since then, she's been...
Well, you can see for
yourself.
Drew:
She refuses to leave the
house.
Vera:
That person gave me... a good
luck charm. For when I
absolutely had to go outside.
Vera:
It protects me.
Drew:
Yes, apparently, she
received something... a gift.
Drew:
She won't tell me what it was.
Drew:
It was from that client...
the one who wanted that
note made...
Apollo:
It was his insurance.
Judge:
Insurance?
Apollo:
As long as she lived quietly
at home, there was no danger
to her.
Apollo:
But what if she had to
go outside!?
Klavier:
If she ran into any trouble,
she'd become nervous...
Klavier:
...and the nail polish would
do the rest.
Apollo:
His time bombs sat there for
seven years.
Apollo:
And then... they went off
almost simultaneously.
Kristoph:
If you're finished...
Kristoph:
...may I return to my cell
now?
Kristoph:
I'm not accustomed to
standing for such long
periods of time.
Apollo:
Mr. Gavin!
Apollo:
Have you heard a single
thing we've said!?
Kristoph:
Oh, I listened quite closely
to your little tale. Quite an
entertaining piece of fiction.
Apollo:
What...?
Kristoph:
...Klavier.
Surely you understand.
Klavier:
......
Klavier;
We're back to the evidence.
The lacking evidence.
Klavier:
Nothing proves a link between
him and the atroquinine that
took Drew Misham's life.
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
What about the restaurant?
You killed Zak Gramarye!
Apollo:
To keep him from talking!
Kristoph:
...I killed no man of that
name.
Kristoph:
Read over the report again,
if you like.
Kristoph:
The victim was a traveler by
the name of Shadi Smith, about
whom we know little else.
Kristoph:
You can't seriously think I
knew he was that particular
fugitive...?
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
OK, then why did you
kill him!?
Kristoph:
...I plead my right to
remain silent.
Kristoph:
Remember, this court did not
convene to put me on trial.
Kristoph:
The defendant's name is "Vera
Misham", suspected in the
murder of her father.
Kristoph:
...My trial's been finished
for six months now.
Judge:
Hmm...
Judge:
I'm afraid we have strayed
considerably from our purpose
here.
Judge:
This court concurs with
the witness.
Judge:
It is defendant Vera Misham
who is on trial here.
Trucy:
No! But you were doing so
good, Apollo!
Judge:
As long as there is no
evidence to support the
accusation against him...
Judge:
...this course of inquiry
cannot find Vera Misham
innocent!
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Apollo:
Your Honor! Phoenix Wright
spent seven years collecting
this evidence...
Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*
Kristoph:
...You still don't get it,
do you?
Apollo:
...!
Kristoph:
Let us assume there was
poison in the nail polish.
Kristoph:
Who then, was responsible
for causing Vera Misham
to bite her nails?
Apollo:
Wh-What...?
Kristoph:
It wasn't me, I know that
much.
Kristoph:
The one who brought that
poison to her lips... was you.
Apollo:
Wha...
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
Kristoph:
...Evidence is everything.
There is nothing more.
Judge:
...I believe this discussion
has reached its conclusion.
Apollo:
Y-Your Honor!
Judge:
Mr. Justice...
Judge:
...you have performed
admirably well for a novice
attorney.
Judge:
I respect your partner,
Phoenix Wright's determination
as well.
Kristoph:
However...
Kristoph:
...without direct proof, you
have nothing.
Kristoph:
Isn't that right, Klavier?
Klavier:
Unfortunately... yes,
Kristoph. You're right.
Klavier:
...That is, you would've
been right, until now.
Apollo:
...!
Kristoph:
...What?
Klavier:
...Did the news not reach
your desk in solitary?
Klavier:
The eyes of the nation are
on this courtroom today.
Klavier:
...This is the trial case for
a new judicial system.
Apollo:
...!
Apollo:
That's right!
(I'd totally forgotten!)
Apollo:
The Jurist System!
Kristoph:
Jurists, you say...?
Judge:
The current judicial system
has been deemed too "closed
off" from society.
Judge:
This new system attempts to
inject the wisdom of common
citizens into the law.
Kristoph:
Common citizens? Wisdom?
Is this some kind of a joke?
Kristoph:
What could we possibly gain
by doing this?
Kristoph:
Entrusting our judicial system
to a mindless, emotional mob
of irrational mouth-breathers?
Judge:
Common citizens have something
called "common sense".
Judge:
Common sense is not restricted
by the law.
Kristoph:
Nonsense! There is only room
for two in this court: Me,
and the law!
Kristoph:
Keep the riff-raff out!
Out, I say!
......
Apollo:
They're not in the court,
actually. They're watching
everything by video camera.
Kristoph:
H-How can you... allow this?
Apollo:
Incidentally, the one
responsible for making
this happen...
Apollo:
...was Phoenix Wright.
Kristoph:
Phoe...
Phoenix Wright...?
Kristoph:
So... Everything was leading
to this. Of course... Right...
Kristoph:
Wright.. Wright...
Kristoph:
Wrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
iiiiiiiiii
Kristoph:
GGGGGGGGgggggggggggGGGGGGG
HhhhHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhHHHH
Kristoph:
hhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
Kristoph:
Kristoph:
TTTT
Kristoph:
I won't accept... I can't
accept... This is no court!
Kristoph:
Law...!
The law is everything!
Law is absolute!
Kristoph:
You'd let ignorant swine
soil your courts?
Klavier:
Kristoph... It's over.
Kristoph:
K-Klavier!!!
Klavier:
The law is "absolute"...?
You can't be serious.
Kristoph:
Wh-What...?
Klavier:
Odd. I thought you spent your
life looking for loopholes?
Klavier:
The law isn't absolute. It's
filled with contradictions.
Judge:
The law is the end product of
many years of history... the
fruit of human knowledge!
Judge:
Like a gem, polished to a
gleam through trials...
and errors.
Judge:
It is this fruit we receive,
and pass on, and face in our
time.
Judge:
And it is always changing,
growing. Nurturing it is
our task as human beings.
Klavier:
Except for you, Kristoph.
You aren't changing.
You've stopped.
Klavier:
You're not needed anymore.
Apollo:
(...I couldn't think of
anything to say.)
Apollo:
(Maybe... because I still
haven't seen enough.)
Apollo:
(But someday, I'll know
what law is.)
Apollo:
(And I'll fight to change
it if I have to!)
Judge:
...I see no need to further
prolong this trial.
Judge:
This began as the trial of
Vera Misham, accused of
murdering her father...
Judge:
...the painter, Drew Misham.
However...
Judge:
...several other incidents
were reviewed, and we seem
to have reached a conclusion.
Judge:
......
Judge:
Before this court declares
a verdict, I await your
decision.
Judge:
...Jurists of the court.
Judge:
For the death of Drew Misham,
how do you find the defendant,
Vera Misham?
Judge:
Innocent...?
Or guilty...?
Judge:
...I turn to you now to
consider this matter!
---
October 9, 12:48 PM
Jurists' Chambers
---
...This ends the trial for

this case.
Only the verdict remains

to be decided.
Defendant Vera Misham is

currently in intensive care.
Phoenix:
If a decision cannot be
reached today...
Phoenix:
...it may never be reached.
Phoenix:
The factors involved are
simple.
Phoenix:
Did the defendant poison her
father that night...?
Phoenix:
If so, she is guilty.
Phoenix:
Or was there another reason
for Mr. Misham's death?
Phoenix:
Did another person poison him?
If so, she is innocent.
Phoenix:
A panel has been provided for
each of you to input your
decisions.
Phoenix:
That is all...
No. 6:
Please...
Wait!
Phoenix:
...Yes, Jurist No. 6?
No. 6:
There's something in the
Jurist's Handbook here:
No. 6:
"Persons involved with the
case may not be jurists."
Phoenix:
...That is correct.
Phoenix:
I've looked into all your
dossiers.
Phoenix:
None of you were involved
with the development of the
case.
No. 6:
With the "development of the
case"...? I see.
Phoenix:
...Does that answer your
concern?
No. 6:
......
Phoenix:
...It's time for your
verdicts.
Phoenix:
Make your decision in the
case against Vera Misham!
Phoenix:
After seven years... the
truth is ready to be heard.
Phoenix:
......
Phoenix:
Judge wisely.
Judge well.
((Guilty))
...And so a verdict was

reached on October 9, 2:14 PM.
The first verdict under the

Jurist System.
...A "hung jury".

The final verdict would have
to wait for the following day.
But fate had different plans.
That night, defendant Vera

Misham's condition worsened.
She died in her hospital bed.
Her verdict was postponed...

for eternity.
((Not Guilty))
...And so a verdict was

reached on October 9, 2:14 PM.
The first verdict under the

Jurist System.
..."Innocent", by unanimous
decision.
The record will show...
...that when the verdict was

announced, special witness
Kristoph Gavin... laughed.
A laugh louder than any ever

heard before... or since.
A laugh that echoed in the

halls of justice, lingering
for what seemed like hours.
October 10, 8:30 AM, the

morning after the trial...
In an intensive care ward...

a true miracle occurred.
Vera Misham opened her eyes.

============================
Episode 4
Epilogue/Credits -E0101-
============================
---
October 10, 10:12 AM
Hickfield Clinic
---
Apollo:
Vera!!! I'm so glad,
I...
Trucy:
Don't cry, Apollo!
Trucy:
...I'm happy, too. And proud.
You did well, Apollo.
Trucy:
When I thought about... what
if Vera...
I...
Apollo:
Hey now, don't you start
crying, too!
Apollo:
Um... sorry you had to
see us like this.
Vera:
......
Apollo:
V-Vera...?
Vera:
...Thank you so much.
Apollo, thank you.
Apollo:
No, I'm sorry... I shouldn't
have pressed you like that...
Apollo:
If... If I hadn't you never
would have bitten your nails!
Vera:
No...
I was wrong.
Vera:
Staying locked inside like
that... clinging to my "good
luck charm"...
Apollo:
Vera...
Vera:
...When I opened my eyes,
and saw you... I finally
understood.
Vera:
It's important to be
a part of the world...
Vera:
...to see things with
your own eyes.
Apollo:
(It looks like that poison
had some effect after all.)
Apollo:
(It killed off whatever was
holding Vera back from life.)
Trucy:
I knew you'd pull through,
Vera!
Trucy:
I mean, that's what Apollo
was fighting for the whole
time!
Trucy:
Your future!
Vera:
I won't forget it. Here,
let me thank you!
Apollo:
No, really, it's OK...
Vera: [Trucy's face]
Trucy:
Oooh! Look! It's me!
Trucy:
I love it!
Thanks!
Vera: [Apollo's antennae]
Apollo:
(Is that... me?)
Trucy:
She really captured your
essence, Apollo! Well, I think
so, at least.
Vera:
That reminds me...
Vera:
...do you know where the
other lawyer is...?
Apollo:
The other lawyer...?
Trucy:
Oh! You mean Daddy. 'Cept
he's not a lawyer anymore.
Vera:
...It's my fault, isn't it?
I'm sorry.
Trucy:
Oh! No, no, no, that's not
what I meant...
Vera:
...No, it's OK.
Vera:
I'm through looking away
from the things I've done.
Vera:
I hope I can look him in the
eyes again someday and
apologize.
Apollo:
...I'm sure he'd be happy
to hear that.
Vera:
He... brought all those things
for me... when he came to
visit... earlier.
Apollo:
You mean that stack of videos?
(...Mr. Wright finished
watching them all?)
Trucy:
You know, I knew my real
daddy was alive.
Apollo:
Huh...?
Trucy:
I was there, seven years
ago, remember?
Trucy:
I was the one who helped him
"vanish" from the courtroom!
Apollo:
Y-You did wha... How?
Trucy:
I'm not telling!
Trucy:
...He promised me, that day
he went away.
Zak:
We may not meet again for
some time, Trucy...
Zak:
...but know this, I will be
watching. And, one day,
I shall return.
Zak:
...You're the next Gramarye,
after all!
Apolo:
Oh... Trucy...
(In the end... he couldn't
keep that promise, could he?)
Trucy:
It's OK! Phoenix is my
daddy now. Even if he can't
really play the piano.
Apollo:
That he can't...
Trucy:
...Oh, and I've got you, too!
Even if your voice is
kinda loud sometimes.
Apollo:
Glad I made your list.
Trucy:
Hey! Come to think of it...
Trucy:
...where is Daddy?
The one who can't play.
Trucy:
Do you know, Apollo?
Apollo:
I think he said he had
to meet someone.
Trucy:
Hmm. I wonder...
Trucy:
...Maybe it's a new mommy!
Apollo:
(*sigh*)
Vera:
Tee hee...
Oh, Trucy?
Trucy:
Hmm? Yes, Vera?
Vera:
I was wondering... Could
you show him to me once more?
Vera:
...Sir Hat, was it?
Trucy:
Oh, he's not been knighted.
...Yet!
Trucy:
Here goes... do us an
impersonation, Mr. Hat!
Mr. Hat:
...Objection!!!
...Ahem.
Apollo:
Not loud enough. And I like
Ms. Magic Underwear better,
anyway.
Trucy:
That's "Magic Panties",
Apollo!
Phoenix:
So...
Your memory's returned.
Mr. Wright... was this all

a part of your plan, too?
Phoenix:
talking about.
When I lost my memory, I was

reborn... as Lamiroir.
But, you knew my true

identity, did you not?
...That is why you chose

me as one of your jurists.
Phoenix:
Ah, you're thinking into it
too much. ...Besides.
Phoenix:
There was no guarantee that
regaining your memory would
make you happy.
Of course it is a happy
thing.
Phoenix:
......
For so long, I thought I was

alone...
...but now I know I have

children. Two dear children.
I'm so proud of them...

This, too, I think, is thanks
to you.
Phoenix:
Are you going to tell them?
They do not know?
Phoenix:
Nope.
Phoenix:
They don't know their mother.
They don't even know they're
siblings.
I will go to them... when

the time is right. Until
then, I...
Phoenix:
...Don't worry, I'll take care
of them for you.
Phoenix:
They're...
Phoenix:
They're very important to
me, too.
Phoenix:
...A little annoying at
times, but still.
Phoenix:
(I have to keep an eye on
her, at least.)
Phoenix:
(Because I'm the only one who
knows how she really feels...
on the inside.)
Phoenix:
...Your bracelet.
Yes...?
Phoenix:
I've seen a lot of mysterious
things these past seven years.
Phoenix:
...But your bracelets were
the strangest of all.
Phoenix:
I remember meeting him, half
a year ago now, in Kristoph
Gavin's office...
Phoenix:
...and then I met you.
Phoenix:
Two fates destined to
intertwine... and I was
there when they crossed.
Phoenix:
I'll never forget that.
......
Such a small thing, that

bullet. Yet it tore who
I was away...
Ten years ago... During a

simple rehearsal...
It was a miracle no one

died... but "I" didn't
survive that accident.
That is why I left the

troupe... my family.
Phoenix:
......
Now, my memory has returned.

I am myself once more.
For the first time... I am

glad to be alive, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix:
...Speaking of miracles.
Phoenix:
Vera Misham regained
consciousness this morning.
Phoenix:
I can only hope she's as
glad as you are.
It is... a strange thing,

fate.
Sometimes a life is taken.
Sometimes a life is spared.
Phoenix:
You know what I've been
thinking?
Phoenix:
People don't die that easily,
really.
Phoenix:
...As long as they've got
something worth living for.
(credits)
Apollo:
...And that's pretty much
the end of my story.
For now, anyway.
Apollo:
I've still got a long way to
go. And this power of mine...
well, it needs some work.
Apollo:
But... there's hope now.
We'd lost it, but somehow,
we found it again.
Apollo:
That's why people are
smiling again... Hope.
Apollo:
Yeah, I think I'll keep at
this lawyer thing for a while.
Apollo:
Oops, training time. Gotta go.
Chords of Steel...
here comes Justice!
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
Trucy:
I'm glad you're staying with
the agency, Apollo!
Trucy:
It's like.. like I've found
my long-lost, big, little
brother!
Trucy:
Oh, and don't you worry about
Troupe Gramarye! Trucy's on
the case!
Trucy:
...Now that I've have this,
thanks to Daddy.
Mr. Hat:
Trucy Gramarye? Frankly, I got
my doubts. But Hat Gramarye?
Now that'll pack 'em in!
Klavier:
It's not every day you get
a trial that rocks harder
than one of our gigs, ja?
Klavier:
That's why it's over!
The Gavinners are breaking up.
Klavier:
...The news caused a run
on tissues at supermarkets
nation-wide.
Klavier:
You're the real stars, now!
I look forward to our next
jam session.
Phoenix:
Well, it's finally over.
You know, thinking about it...
Phoenix:
...I've been a piano player
longer than I was a laywer.
Phoenix:
Now that everything's sorted,
and I've got time on my hands,
maybe I'll take some lessons.
Phoenix:
...Or maybe I'll take the
bar exam... again.
Ema:
...So, I was standing around,
eating Snackoos the other
day...
Ema:
...when I got this crazy idea!
Ema:
What if they were... golden!?
You could augment the crunch,
or better yet, make them ding!
Ema:
Ah... the power of science!
...Although the preservatives
might not be 100% safe...
Olga:
In unlikely event you are
wanting Russian feast, come
to Borscht Bowl Club!
Olga:
The only thing colder than
restaurant... is borscht!
Olga:
Dah, but if greater challenge
is being required...
Olga:
...then come to the Hydeout.
You know who to ask for!
Plum:
So, Kitaki Pastries is getting
back to its Eastern "roots".
Spread the culture, and all.
Plum:
Yo, Boss!
Culture time!!!
Big Wins:
...This is how we write
"root", capice?
Plum:
But we're still about giving
back to the people!
Plum:
Yo, Boss!
P.R. time!!!
Big Wins:
...And this his how we write
"people", alright?
Plum:
Not that Wocky's paying any
attention. Whoooh... Kids...
Wocky:
Bizzoy! Chinese characters on
cake was a fly idea like 3,000
years ago. Believe dat!
Wocky:
Man, you wanna make it today,
you gotta keep it real, you
know what I'm saying?
Wocky:
Yo, thats why I made the
"O. G. Cracker". Fo real!
Wocky:
I KNOW it don't look like no
cracker, G. What, you want me
to call it the O. G. Muffin!?
Eldoon:
...I don't know where all
this talk about food is
coming from.
Eldoon:
You ask me, there's only one
food, and that's noodles.
Noodles forever!
Eldoon:
I got a new one, too. See
this time, I just put a big
chunk of salt in the bowl!
Eldoon:
Why pretend? Eldoon's Noodles
is about the salt!
Salt forever!!!
Stickler:
My exceptionally inquisitive
nature has won me unequivocal
adoration in my department.
Stickler:
You see, they used to call
me Wesley Stinkler. And
Wesley Stickyhands.
Stickler:
But no longer. I have a new
name, one that reflects my
true academic nature...
Stickler:
...Wesley Sicko, reporting!
Yes, curiosity is a sickness,
and I am the cure!
Lamiroir:
I don't know how to thank
you for all you've done.
Lamiroir:
Light has returned to my
life, and with it, joy.
Lamiroir:
I may have lost years, but
I have gained a treasure.
...Two treasures, in fact.
Lamiroir:
I will think of them when
I write my next song.
Brushel:
Brush-a Brush-a Brushel!
Brush-a Brush-a Brushel!
Brushel:
Brushel here, back on the
beat with another interview!
Brushel:
Eh? How do I feel about how
things turned out?
Brushel:
"No Scoop Yet But Journalist's
Confidence In Mint Condition",
end quoooooote!
Vera:
...I've decided to keep
painting. Originals only,
of course.
Vera:
...I suppose I'll have to see
a bit of the world outside
to find what to paint.
Vera:
...But, I know there are good
people out there now. I've
met them.
Vera: [Magician]
...The door is open.
The world is waiting.
Thank you.

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What follows is the game script for Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney.

It is the ENTIRE game script, thus it is loaded with unmarked spoilers.

Script transcribed in its entirety by svedka.

This is a first draft, completed 17 July 2008.

If any omissions or other mistakes jump out at you,

To jump to a specific part of the script,

[sic] indicates typos made in the game that I have retained.

... You lose.

...I seem to be in a bit

Something like that.

...Dead. Someone hit him.

Me? Please. The cops should

I'm in your hands...

=Check -> Examine Back=

* Estimated Time of Death

** Deadly Bottle added to

=Check -> Examine Label=

=Check -> Examine Back or Bottom=

[ Refresher course, please! ]

((Present Wrong, v.1))

((Present Wrong, v.2))

((Present Wrong, v.3))

((Life Bar Depleted))

((Pressed 2, 3, and 4))

((Present Deadly Bottle))

** Wright's Cell Phone added

=Check -> Examine Tape=

** Olga's Photo added to

** Chip Photo added to

((Present Smith's Autopsy Report))

** Crime Photo 2 added to

((Present Crime Photo 2))

((Present Chip Photo))

[ Starting points were wrong ]

[ Chip count was wrong ]

[ Both were right ]

((Present Chip Photo))

((Present Victim's Cards))

[ View defendant's hand ]

[ Examine this hand again ]

[ Examine the other hand ]

=Examine Red Card Backs=

=Examine Blue Card=

[ View victim's hand ]

=Check -> Examine Red Card Backs=

=Check -> Examine Blue Card=

=Examine Red Card Backs=

=Examine Blue Card=

[ Before the murder ]

[ During the murder ]

[ After the murder ]

You swapped the cards!

((Present Deadly Bottle))

((Press again after perceiving twitch))

((Present Wright's Cell Phone))

((Present during witness testimony))

((Present after Kristoph's prompt))

...You dirty cheat!

Check his pockets, now!

((Present Kristoph Gavin))

[ Hear the testimony ]

You swapped the cards!

Mirror slipped into pocket.

Mirror slipped into pocket.

Slippers crammed into pocket.