What follows is the game script for Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney.
It is the ENTIRE game script, thus it is loaded with unmarked spoilers.
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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
-20201- Day 2: Trial Former
-20202- Day 2: Trial Latter
-20203- Day 2: Investigation
-20301- Day 3: Trial
EPISODE 3
TURNABOUT SERENADE
-30101- Day 1: Investigation
-30201- Day 2: Trial
-30202- Day 2: Investigation
-30301- Day 3: Trial Former
-30302- Day 3: Trial Latter
EPISODE 4
TURNABOUT SUCCESSION
-40101- Day 1: Investigation
-40201- Day 2: Trial Former
-40202- Day 2: Trial Latter
-40701- 7 Years Ago: Trial Former
-40702- 7 Years Ago: Trial Latter
-40M01- MASON System
-40301- Day 3: Trial
EPILOGUE
-E0101- Epilogue/Credits
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Episode 1
Turnabout Trump
Day 1: Trial Former -10101-
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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
preliminary hearing.
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...)
((Present Wrong, v.2))
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.)
((Present Wrong, v.3))
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:
Objection overruled.
Apollo:
(I don't think that won me
any points with the judge...)
((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
Submitted as evidence
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
Submitted as evidence
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
Submitted as evidence
by Olga Orly.
The defendant & Mr. Smith at
the Borscht Bowl Club. Touch
the Check Button for details.
----------------------------
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:
You will testify to the court
about that night's events!
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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
the Court Record. **
----------------------------
Chip Photo
Type: Photographs
Submitted as evidence
by Prosecutor Payne
Defendant & victim's chips
when crime took place. Touch
the Check Button for details.
----------------------------
Judge:
Very well. The defense may
cross-examine the witness.
** Cross-Examination **
-- That Fateful Night --
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
Submitted as evidence
by Prosecutor Payne.
Photo of forehead. Hat removed
during investigation. Touch
the Check Button for details.
----------------------------
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:
You will testify to the court
about the game played between
the victim and the defendant!
Olga:
D-Dah...
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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!)
** Cross-Examination **
-- 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!
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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
cross-examine the witness.
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!?)
** Cross-Examination **
-- 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:
Very well. The witness will
add this detail to her
testimony, please.
((Testimony 3 changes))
Olga:
Mr. Smith's hand has three
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:
Mr. Smith's hand has three
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
Submitted as 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.
** Received evidence:
Victim's Hand **
----------------------------
Victim's Hand
Type: Evidence
Submitted as 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:
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...
=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.
** Received evidence:
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:
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...
=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:
Th-That's impossible!
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
Defendant Lobby No. 3
---
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:
The defense would like to
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.
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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?)
** Cross-Examination **
-- The Best Laid Traps --
Olga:
That night, I planted the card
like I was supposed to.
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:
And Wright lost the last hand,
just like he was supposed to.
Then Smith searched him!
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:
But the planted card was gone!
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...)
((Present Deadly Bottle))
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
testify to the court!
Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*
Kristoph:
The defense would like to
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:
The defense would like to
request that Mr. Wright
testify to the court!
[ 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
testify to the court!
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.
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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
cross-examine the witness.
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!?)
** Cross-Examination **
-- 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
the cross-examination.
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!)
((Present Deadly Bottle))
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:
Something like that.
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:
Me? Please. The cops should
be here any minute.
Phoenix:
I'm in your hands...
Should it come to that.
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
Defendant Lobby No. 3
---
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:
Mr. Smith's hand has three
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
the Court Record. **
----------------------------
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?
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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!)
** Cross-Examination **
-- That Fateful Night --
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
the murder took place.
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:
The defense would like to
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:
Take another look at the
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:
Wh-What are you talking
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?
((Present Anywhere))
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?
((Present Anywhere))
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:
The defense will refrain from
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?
((Present Second Witness))
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?
((Present Anywhere))
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?
((Present Anywhere))
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.
((Present Second Witness))
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:
Take another look at the
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:
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.
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:
This court finds the
defendant, Mr. Phoenix
Wright...
Not Guilty
Judge:
Court is adjourned!
---
April 20, 4:28 PM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 3
---
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!?
Wh-What are you talking
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
attorney of some renown.
----------------------------
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
the Check Button for details.
----------------------------
=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:
A swaying, spiraling stack
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
entrance to People Park.
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
Meraktis Clinic - Garage
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
entrance to People Park.
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...)
=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=
---
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?
=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=
=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?
=Talk -> Meraktis Clinic=
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:
Maybe you can tell us what
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!
=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=
---
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.
=Move -> Kitaki Mansion=
---
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:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
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!
=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=
---
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.
=Move -> Wright Anything Agency=
=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:
Something like that.
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:
That would seem to be the
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.)
=Move -> Wright Anything Agency=
=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:
?
=Move -> Detention Center=
---
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
Day 2: Trial Former -20201-
============================
---
June 16, 9:46 AM
Distict Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
---
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!
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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
begin the cross-examination.
Apollo:
(I can't believe this is the
first time I'm hearing about
all of this...)
** Cross-Examination **
-- 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:
I was in his clinic 'bout
half a year ago. He messed
up my op something bad.
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:
And then he just lets me go,
without a word. See ya later,
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:
So I gotta go in, get another
doc to patch me up again!
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
added to the Court Record. **
----------------------------
Wocky's Check-Up Report
Type: Documents
Submitted as evidence
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...
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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
Submitted as evidence
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:
...?
** Cross-Examination **
-- 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:
In his hand he held... yes,
a pistol! It was pointed at
the man pulling the stand.
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.
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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.
** Cross-Examination **
-- 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:
Tossing the pistol aside, he
fled from the scene.
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!
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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!)
** Cross-Examination **
-- From Shot to Call --
Stickler:
I could not prevent the
killer from leaving the
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:
Nor could I simply leave the
scene in good conscience.
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:
Ergo! I used my cell phone
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:
Until the police arrived at
the scene 10 minutes later,
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
Day 2: Trial Latter -20202-
============================
---
June 16, 11:17 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
---
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,
a pistol! It was pointed at
the man pulling the stand.
Stickler:
Tossing the pistol aside, he
fled from the scene.
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:
In his hand he held... yes,
a pistol! It was pointed at
the man pulling the stand.
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!
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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:
(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!)
** Cross-Examination **
-- From Shot to Call --
Stickler:
I could not prevent the
killer from leaving the
scene.
(same press)
Stickler:
Nor could I simply leave the
scene in good conscience.
(same press)
Stickler:
Ergo! I used my cell phone
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:
Until the police arrived at
the scene 10 minutes later,
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!?
Wh-Why? Whatever for?
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:
Look... a cell phone.
Trucy:
Someone 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?
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!?
Wh-Why? Whatever for?
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:
Look... a cell phone.
Trucy:
Someone 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?
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
Meraktis Clinic - Garage
Found in the Meraktis Clinic
garage beneath a car.
Property of Wesley Stickler.
----------------------------
Judge:
The Meraktis... Why, that's
where the victim lived!
Stickler:
Yeeeeeerrgh!
Th-That's impossible!
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:
...
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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!)
** Cross-Examination **
-- 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
the Meraktis Clinic.
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:
The defense will refrain from
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:
That would seem to be the
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:
Order! Order! Order!
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:
Let's hear what the defense
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:
Order! Order! Order!!!
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
Day 2: Investigation -20203-
============================
---
June 16, 2:23 PM
Wright Anything Agency
---
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:
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!
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.
=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=
=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:
A swaying, spiraling stack
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.
=Move -> People Park=
=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.
=Move -> Detention Center=
---
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.
=Move -> Wright Anything Agency=
=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*)
=Move -> Eldoon's House=
---
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!
=Talk -> Meraktis Clinic=
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.)
=Move -> Kitaki Mansion=
---
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.
=Move -> Detention Center=
---
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...)
=Talk -> Meraktis Clinic=
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:
Do you think you could tell
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?
=Move -> Kitaki Mansion=
---
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!
=Move -> People Park=
---
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:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
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
entrance to People Park.
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:
Detective Skye? Mind if we
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
entrance to People Park.
Slippers used by patients at
the Meraktis Clinic. Big toe
print found in left slipper.
=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
to the Court Record. **
----------------------------
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!)
=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=
---
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.)
=Move -> Eldoon's House=
---
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
Retrieved from Meraktis
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.
Found in the Meraktis Clinic
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
Found in the Meraktis Clinic
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
Found in the Meraktis Clinic
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...)
=Move -> Detention Center=
---
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!
=Move -> People Park=
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:
Detective Skye? Mind if we
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
entrance to People Park.
Slippers used by patients at
the Meraktis Clinic. Big toe
print found in left slipper.
=Check -> Examine Print=
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
Retrieved from Meraktis
Clinic - Reception
Women's sandals found in the
Meraktis Clinic foyer. Big toe
print found on left sandal.
=Check -> Examine Print=
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...
----------------------------
=Move -> Detention Center=
---
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
Retrieved from Meraktis
Clinic - Reception.
Present from Wocky, found in
Meraktis Clinic foyer. Big toe
print found on left sandal.
=Check -> Examine Print=
Apollo:
(If these sandals belong
to Ms. Tiala...)
Apollo:
(...then is this print hers,
too?)
Trucy:
Something wrong?
Apollo:
No... Nothing.
----------------------------
=Present Wocky's Chart=
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.
=Move -> Eldoon's House=
---
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...
=Present Wocky's Chart=
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
take a look at this?
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
Defendant Lobby No. 2
---
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:
Court is now in session for
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!
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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:
The defense may begin the
cross-examination.
** 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
the Meraktis Clinic.
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.
((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 you remained connected
somehow!
Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice.
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:
Very well, Mr. Justice.
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:
Very well. The witness will
tell us about this visit.
Judge:
Why did you go to the Meraktis
Clinic that day?
** Witness Testimony **
-- 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:
The defense may begin the
cross-examination.
** 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!)
((Present Wocky's Chart))
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...)