Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Episode 5, Chapter 1
SilverWind (silverwind9@hotmail.com)
Rise from the Ashes
Day 1 – Investigation
Phoenix: It's been two months since
Maya left the office...
Phoenix: Two months without
a single trial.
Phoenix: I've had offers...
But none I took.
Phoenix: That is...
until the day that
girl showed up.
February 22, 10:02 AM
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Phoenix: (Why do I come here to
the office every day?)
Phoenix: (It's not like I want to
work...)
???: There you are! Finally!
???: Where have you been!?
???: My sister's trial is tomorrow!
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: Um... who are you?
???: It doesn't matter who I am!
It only matters who YOU are!
???: You're the famous defense
attorney, Mia Fey!
Phoenix: ...
???: ...
Phoenix: ...
???: Oh, uh...
You're not Mia Fey, are you?
Phoenix: I'm sorry, but Ms. Mia Fey
no longer... works here.
???: So you are...?
The coffee boy?
Phoenix: I'm Phoenix Wright...
A defense attorney.
???: Wright... Wright...
Wait!
???: You're THE Phoenix Wright!?
???: The Phoenix Wright from the
Edgeworth murder case!?
Phoenix: Um, yes, that's correct.
(It wasn't Edgeworth who
was murdered, though...)
???: That's a relief then!
You're better than nobody!
Phoenix: I'm sorry... I'm afraid I'm
not taking cases right now.
???: But, you are Phoenix Wright,
right?
???: The undefeated defense
attorney?
Phoenix: Look, I'm not accepting any
new cases.
Phoenix: I'm sorry, but you'll have
to try elsewhere.
???: Please!
I'm out of time!!
Phoenix: But...
???: Please, you have to help!
I-it's my sister!
Phoenix: ...!
Phoenix: (Maya...? Could it be...?)
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: Okay.
I'll hear you out.
???: R-really!?
Thank you so much!
???: My name's Ema, Ema Skye.
I'm a scientific investigator.
Phoenix: (Scientific investigator?)
>Examine: Window
Phoenix: Looks like it's cleaning
day again at the hotel
across the way.
Phoenix: I hear they're planning
a second branch outside
the city.
Phoenix: Egads! The bellboy was
staring right at me.
>Examine: Charley
Phoenix: Mia's plant, "Charley."
Phoenix: I've been taking care of
him in Maya's absence.
>Examine: Poster
Phoenix: There's a poster of the
Steel Samurai on the wall.
Phoenix: Maya stuck it up here
on the day that she left.
Phoenix: I didn't have the heart
to take it down.
Ema: ...
Phoenix: I do sometimes get strange
looks from the clients, though.
>Examine: Desk
Phoenix: Mia's desk.
Phoenix: I sit here even less now
that I've stopped taking
cases.
Phoenix: I ought to at least dust
it off once in a while.
>Examine: Bookshelf
Phoenix: Difficult-looking legal books
stand in a formidable row.
They mock me.
Phoenix: I tried reading one,
and it made my head hurt.
Phoenix: When I closed it, it slipped
out of my hand. Then my foot
hurt too.
>Present: Attorney's Badge
Phoenix: See this? It's my
Attorney's Badge.
Ema: Ahh! Well! I've never
seen a real one before.
Phoenix: (You're the first one who's
actually been interested
in mine, believe me.)
Ema: Its composition is mostly
silver. The gold plating
is flaking a bit.
Phoenix: (She analyzed it.
Scientifically...)
Ema: There doesn't appear to be
any corrosion due to sulfides.
I'd give you $50.00 for it.
Phoenix: Sorry, but it's not for sale.
Yet...
>Present: Goodman's ID /
Prosecutor's Trophy /
Edgeworth's Knife /
Parking Stub /
Letter of Introduction
Phoenix: Here, see this?
Ema: Ahh! I've noticed that defense
attorneys have a tendency to
want to show people things.
Phoenix: (What is this? A behavioral
study of lawyers?)
>Talk: Ema
Phoenix: Ema, was it?
So you're a "scientific
investigator"?
Ema: Yes! That's right!
Is... something wrong?
Phoenix: No, it's just, you seem
kind of, er, jumpy. Or
maybe just... young?
Ema: Young?
Ema: I'll be sixteen years
old this year!
Phoenix: Oh, I see... wait!
Only sixteen!?
Ema: I'm set to be formally
assigned to Forensics in
three more years.
Ema: My work is becoming quite
well known...
At my age, no less!
Phoenix: Um, so what exactly is your
current position, then?
Ema: Well, legally speaking...
Ema: I guess you'd call me an
"Eleventh Grader."
Ema: But I'm ready to do my job!
At my age, no less!
Phoenix: (Great, another future
professional in training...)
>Talk: The case
Phoenix: So what's this about a case?
You said the trial's tomorrow?
Ema: My sister didn't do it!
She wouldn't stab someone
with a knife! She wouldn't!
Phoenix: So... it's a murder case.
Ema: I don't care if there's a
witness who saw her do it!
She didn't do it!
Ema: I know she didn't do it!
It's a scientific fact!
Phoenix: And... there's a witness.
Ema: J-just talk to her!
You have to talk to her!
Phoenix: Right...
I suppose I will.
Ema: I promised her I'd bring
Mia Fey, but...
Phoenix: (That's interesting...)
Phoenix: (How would she know Mia?)
>Talk: Sci. Investigator
Phoenix: So, you want to be a
scientific investigator
when you grow up, then?
Ema: E-excuse me?
Ema: I'm not a child,
I'll have you know!
Phoenix: Still, it's good to have a
goal. Albeit a very unusual
one.
Ema: I believe investigations should be done scientifically!
Ema: Don't you?
Phoenix: Uh, yeah.
(Sure can't fault her
for a lack of enthusiasm.)
Ema: If this case is handled
scientifically, I'm sure my
sister's name will be cleared!
Phoenix: Your sister...?
Ema: I've been doing research,
you know!
Ema: I'm developing a new
scientific method of
case investigation!
Ema: I'll show you when I'm done!
Phoenix: I'm looking forward to it.
Phoenix: (Guess I should get down to
the Detention Center and
talk to her sister.)
>Talk: Relation to Mia
Ema: My sister asked for her
specifically.
Ema: Mia Fey...
was a few years below
her in school.
Phoenix: (So she went to the same
school as Mia.)
Ema: She always told me to go
to Mia if I ever needed
a defense attorney...
Ema: And, well...
I need one.
Phoenix: Um, incidentally, Mia is
a woman.
Ema: Mia... Yeah, I thought it
was a little strange when
I saw you, too.
Phoenix: Well, it's nice of you to
help your sister out like
this. You must be close.
Ema: ...
Phoenix: ?
Ema: Well...
Ema: Actually, when she gets like
she is now, I kind of hate
her.
Phoenix: (Huh?)
Ema: But...
But she's my only family.
Phoenix: Your only family?
What about your parents?
Ema: They died in a car accident
when I was little.
Phoenix: Oh... I'm sorry.
>Move: Detention Center
February 22
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Ema: ...
Phoenix: (Hmm, I wonder what's
wrong with Ema?)
Phoenix: (She got quiet all of a sudden
as soon as we arrived.)
???: Guard...
I thought I told you I
didn't want visitors.
Guard: S-s-s-sorry, ma'am!
It's j-j-just, your sister...
???: No excuses!
???: Or did you not want a
raise this year, hmm?
Guard: U-u-u-understood, ma'am!
Phoenix: (Wh-wh-wh-what was that
all about?)
Ema: H-hi, Lana.
???: Funny.
???: I seem to remember
specifically telling
you NOT to come here.
???: Perhaps my memory is failing?
Ema: L-look...
Ema: I didn't want to come
here either, okay?
Ema: But your trial's tomorrow
and you still don't have
a defense attorney!
???: I'll be the one in court
tomorrow. This has nothing
to do with you, Ema.
???: Isn't that right,
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: Hey!
How do you know me?
???: Mia mentioned you.
I've heard... quite a bit.
Phoenix: Er, I'm sorry. What exactly
is it that you do...?
???: My name is Lana, Lana Skye.
Lana: I'm Chief Prosecutor for this district.
Phoenix: Y-you're a prosecutor!?
Phoenix: (Two sisters... one a lawyer.
Could this be a coincidence?)
Phoenix: (Ema... Lana...
I mean, they're just like...)
Ema: Is something wrong,
Mr. Wright?
>Examine: Guard
Phoenix: This guard monitors
the visitor's room.
Phoenix: He's frozen in fear of
the frigid Miss Lana.
Phoenix: I'm feeling a bit chilly
myself.
>Examine: Camera
Phoenix: Smile for the camera...
>Present: Attorney's Badge
Lana: Your badge looks new.
Phoenix: I polish it daily.
Lana: In a few years, the gold
plating will flake off.
Lana: Then we'll see the real you.
Phoenix: (Gah! What ever happened
to innocent small talk!?)
Lana: Give it three years.
Then we'll see what you have
become.
>Talk: The case
Lana: There's something you should
know from the start.
Phoenix: W-which is?
Lana: The suspect in this case
has confessed to the crime.
Phoenix: Huh?
Ema: W-wait! But the suspect...
The suspect is...!
Lana: Me.
I did it.
Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: Well... why don't you begin
by telling me exactly what
happened.
Lana: The crime took place
yesterday, February 21,
at 5:15 PM.
Phoenix: That's quite specific.
Lana: It was in the witness's
deposition.
Lana: A witness clearly saw me
committing the crime.
Phoenix: Uh... My, that was a bit
of bad luck, wasn't it?
Lana: The crime took place in the
underground parking lot at
the Prosecutor's Office.
Lana: The body was found in the
trunk of my subordinate's
car.
Phoenix: The Prosecutor's Office, huh?
(In your subordinate's car
trunk? Classy...)
Lana: I was arrested on the spot.
Caught red-handed, as it were.
Phoenix: (My, my...)
>Talk: The victim
Phoenix: So, who was the victim?
Lana: An investigator with the
Police Department.
Lana: I suppose the correct
term is "Detective."
Ema: A detective...?
Lana: Death was due to a loss of
blood. He was stabbed once in
the stomach.
Phoenix: By... you?
Lana: Death wasn't immediate, but
the wound was fatal.
Phoenix: I see...
Lana: Allow me to repeat myself,
Mr. Wright.
The victim was a detective.
Lana: You know what that means,
don't you?
Phoenix: Uh oh!
Ema: What? Mr. Wright?
What does it mean?
Phoenix: Well, it means...
Lana: The police department will
consider it a matter of pride
to have me found guilty.
Lana: They will use any means at
their disposal to do so.
Phoenix: (This case gets worse and
worse with everything
I learn.)
>Talk: Lana
Phoenix: So, you're the Chief
Prosecutor?
Lana: That is correct.
Lana: I'm responsible for overseeing
every trial handled by
prosecutors in this district.
Lana: I make sure the prosecutors
have what they need to do the
job, and manage every aspect.
Lana: Those are my responsibilities,
in a nutshell.
Phoenix: (That's an awfully large
nutshell.)
Lana: Still, I'm a little surprised.
Lana: I would think you'd recognize
the district's Chief
Prosecutor, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix: Huh?
Lana: In fact, it seems impossible
you wouldn't...
Ema: Um... Lana?
What happened to your hand?
Lana: Oh, this?
Lana: I cut myself by accident.
When I stabbed him, that is.
Ema: Huh?
Lana: I'm not very good at being
a criminal, I suppose.
Phoenix: (How am I supposed to
defend this!?)
Phoenix: (Time to change the
subject...)
Phoenix: (Wait, she was in the class
ahead of Mia, wasn't she...?)
>Talk: Relation to Mia
Phoenix: Um, you were in school
with Mia, correct?
Phoenix: A few years above her?
Lana: ... Ema told you that, too,
did she?
Ema: W-well, why not?
I did drag him all the way
here from his office!
Lana: Although it seems he has very
little in common with Mia...
Phoenix: (Hey!)
Lana: It was in law school. I was
in my third year, and she was
auditing the class.
Lana: She was different than
the other students.
Phoenix: Different?
Lana: She was strong... She'd do
anything to become a defense
attorney. Anything.
Lana: That... was probably why she
was attracted to me.
Phoenix: E-excuse me!?
Ema: Intellectually attracted!
Lana was top of her class
in school.
Lana: I was the best there was.
Phoenix: Oh...
Ema: I'm doing pretty good in
school too, by the way!
Phoenix: (It sounds a bit different
when Ema says it...)
Lana: Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: E-excuse me?
Lana: As you can plainly see,
I am admitting my guilt.
Lana: I think it's safe to say...
there's no way you can
take this case. None.
Ema: B-but, Lana!
Lana: ...
Ema: You... you were always this
way, weren't you?
Ema: You never think of anyone
but yourself.
Lana: ...!
Ema: I know you didn't do it,
Lana, I know!
Ema: So...
So how can you say you did!?
Lana: ...
Ema: If I lose you...
Ema: I'll be all alone!
Ema: I...
I hate you, Lana!
Lana: ...
Lana: Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: Y-yes?
Lana: I believe our discussion
here is ended.
Lana: The rest...
I leave to you.
Phoenix: ...!
Phoenix: Um... you mean, you're
requesting my services
as your defense?
Lana: Don't lose any sleep over it.
Your client has confessed,
after all. The case is over.
Phoenix: Right... I'll do what I can
to get to the bottom of this.
Lana: ...
Phoenix: (Lana has confessed to
the crime, yes...)
Phoenix: (But something doesn't fit.)
Phoenix: (It's that look in Ema's
eyes.)
Phoenix: (There's something else going
on here... and I'm going to
find out what!)
[Wright & Co. Law Offices]
Ema: I'm sorry, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix: Huh? About what?
Ema: My sister... She's not
always like that you know.
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: I just never expected to be
defending another prosecutor
again.
Ema: She's changed a lot.
Ema: She used to be so gentle,
always smiling. Everybody
liked her.
Phoenix: I see...
(Sorry, but I'm having
trouble imagining that.)
Phoenix: What happened to her?
Ema: I don't know for certain
myself...
Ema: I think maybe she...
Well, maybe not.
Phoenix: (Sounds like there's something
there that defies a simple
scientific explanation.)
Phoenix: Let's go check out this
underground parking at the
Prosecutor's Office, shall we?
Ema: O-Okay!
>Move: Underground Parking Lot
February 22
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot
Phoenix: So this is the lot
where it all happened?
Ema: Looks like they're still
investigating...
Phoenix: (Funny that my first visit
to the Prosecutor's Office
should be like this...)
Ema: Hey everyone!
Keep up the good work!
Phoenix: H-hey!
What are you thinking?
Ema: Well, they are going to be
my coworkers three years
from now after all.
Ema: No harm in saying hello...
Phoenix: Actually, there is. You know
attorneys aren't supposed to
examine crime scenes?
Phoenix: I'm trying to not stand out
too much, here, see?
???: Hey there!
???: You 'specting to go unnoticed
here, pardner?
Ema: P-Pardner?
???: What do we have here?
???: Looks like a bambina got loose
from the ranch and is up to
no good!
???: Folks gotta learn to keep them
dogies tied down, pardner.
Ema: M-Mr. Marshall!
Phoenix: (Marshall? Looks more like
a sheriff to me...)
???: Lookie here, bambina.
I know how you feel.
???: But this is my gang's
gold strike, see?
Ema: Strike...?
???: This is our claim, our
territory. And the goldmine
is... evidence.
???: If you're fixin' to mess
with what's ours...
You'll regret it, pardner!
???: You know what dreams the
cacti out in the desert
dream? You want to?
Phoenix: (What's this guy talking
about!?)
???: You head along home now.
Happy trails, bambina!
Phoenix: ...
Ema: ...
Phoenix: Was that uh, hombre,
a friend of yours?
Ema: Uh... kind of... sort of...
Yeah. He's a detective.
Phoenix: (Who thinks he's a sheriff
from the Wild West it seems.)
>Examine: Entrance
Ema: This is where the cars leave
the lot.
Phoenix: The arrow on the ground
makes it look more like an entrance.
Ema: What are you talking about?
It's plainly an exit!
Phoenix Well, maybe it's both.
Kind of a dual purpose?
Ema: Ah hah! The theory of
relativity!
Phoenix: What? Uh...
Ema: I've got to write this down.
Ah! Hey, hey, Mr. Wright!
Ema: Maybe you know...
Was Mr. Relativity, German?
Or was he British?
Phoenix: Mr. Relativity? Are you
sure that was his name?
>Examine: Security Sign
Ema: Look! A Stylish, glass-walled
room! Very nice.
Phoenix: You could see the whole
parking lot from in there.
Ema: It says "SECURITY."
Perhaps it's a cafe?
Phoenix: Huh?
Ema: "Cafe Security" ...
Yeah, that must be it.
Let's check it out later!
Phoenix: Um. I hate to break it to you,
but I think that's probably
just a security guard office.
Ema: ...
Ema: You know, I scored a 97
on my science test the
other day!
Phoenix: (Too bad they don't have
a test for common sense.)
>Examine: Wallet
Phoenix: What's this?
A wallet?
Phoenix: Um, excuse me!
Officer!
Ema: W-w-waaaait!
What are you doing,
Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix: What am I doing? I just found
this wallet, so I'm handing it
over to the police...
Ema: I don't believe it!
Ema: This is real basic: anything
at a crime scene is evidence!
Ema: Let's be scientific about
this, please!
Just put it in your pocket.
Phoenix: H-how is that scientific?
(Sounds like theft to me!)
Wallet hastily stuffed
into pocket.
Ema: I'm called to duty already,
and at my tender age!
Ema: Here, I'll teach you the
trick to examining evidence
in detail, okay?
Phoenix: (By the way her eyes are
sparkling, I can tell she's
been waiting for this...)
Ema: Okay, okay, now.
Look at the Court Record!
Ema: You have to be sure to
examine evidence carefully
on all sides!
Ema: Now. Let's start examining!
From every angle!
Ema: Oh look! I think there might
be a clue there.
Ema: You should check it out!
Press the Examine button.
Phoenix: This... This is an ID card.
Phoenix: (Detective Bruce Goodman,
ID # 5842189...)
Ema: See? Well?
Isn't scientific investigation
useful?
Phoenix: I guess... Though I don't
see what "science" has to
do with it.
Goodman's ID added
to the Court Record.
Ema: Let's be sure to examine
every piece of evidence
we find!
Phoenix: (I guess I've got to be on
my toes from now on...)
>Examine: Door
Ema: Look! A door!
This must mean something!
Phoenix: I'm not sure that doors
"mean" anything.
Ema: No! It won't open!
A mysterious lock!
Phoenix: I fail to see what's
mysterious about it.
Ema: Mr. Wright...
You need to learn
to enjoy life more.
Phoenix: Let's finish our investigation
first, shall we?
>Examine: Ladder
Ema: Ah hah! A ladder.
Phoenix: Um... That's a stepladder.
Ema: What's the difference?
In scientific terms, please.
Phoenix: S-scientific, huh?
Ema: Look at the basic nature of
things, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix: (This all seems so horribly
familiar somehow...)
>Examine: Phone
Ema: Here, a phone.
Let's see if it works...
Phoenix: Hey. Don't touch stuff we
don't need to be touching.
Ema: I can't hear anything!
Ema: My ears! No, my ears!
Maybe it's due to the
barometric pressure...
Phoenix: (What is she babbling about?)
Ema: Hey!? What did you just
say?
Phoenix: See? You can hear just fine.
The phone's broken!
>Examine: Wall
Ema: This wall is in our way.
Phoenix: It's got a faucet for water.
Ema Wait! I know!
Ema: This "wall" is merely a
facade, hiding the truth...
Ema: This is no wall,
but a water tank!!!
Phoenix: (I fail to see how it makes
any difference either way...)
>Examine: Oil Drum
Phoenix: An oil drum.
Looks like it's filled
with water.
Ema: I-it's heavy!
I can't even budge it!
Phoenix: The drum over here is on its
side.
Ema: Wait! I know! I'll hide in
here and do a stake-out!
Phoenix: I think you'll probably just
get arrested.
Phoenix: (In fact, you may not even
have to hide in the drum
to get arrested.)
Ema: What? I'm not suspicious!
>Examine: Car Area
Ema: Well, no time to waste!
Let's get hunting for clues!
Ema: Hmm... I wonder what this is?
???: Well, pardner. Looks like
you got no intention of
going home quietly.
Phoenix: (The sheriff!)
???: Like I said before, this
here's our claim.
???: You'd best be moseying along.
Unless you're fixing to bite
the bullet.
Phoenix: (Gah! Scary!)
Ema: C-could you just tell us
one thing...?
Who owns that car?
???: Well, well. The little filly's
got a good nose on her!
???: You want to know who rides
that red mustang with the
body in her saddle, eh?
Ema: Please!
???: No problem, pardner. 'Bout
time for vittles anyway.
???: Get yourself to the saloon
up on the 12th floor of the
Prospector's Office.
???: Might just find you a
cervesa you like.
Phoenix: (Prospector's Office? Where
does this guy think he is?
And when, for that matter!?)
Ema: Note to self: look up
vittles, saloon, cervesa.
Phoenix: (Maybe we should check out
room 1202... the High
Prosecutor's Office!)
???: In any case, stay away from
the car.
???: You can look around here
all you like, just keep your
paws off our claim.
Phoenix: (Right... great.)
Ema: Great! Maybe there are some
clues around here, Mr. Wright!
Let's check it out!
???: Excuse me?
???: Were you two all set?
Ema: Us?
Phoenix: (What's this?
She couldn't be...)
Ema: Y-you're selling lunches?
Here? This is a crime scene!
???: Hello! Half n' Half, was it?
Ema: Oh. Uh, thanks.
???: And you, sir?
Phoenix: Y-yes?
???: Some Crunchy Goodness coming
at you!
Phoenix: Uh... thanks.
(Interesting way of doing
business.)
???: This area is off limits to
anyone without clearance.
???: Especially passers-by.
Or are you officers?
Ema: Uh... no, but you...
You don't exactly look like
the type to have clearance.
???: Well, that's hardly a way
to greet someone!
???: Even if my days as the
"Cough-up Queen" are over...
Phoenix: C-cough-up? Huh?
Ema: You know, I'm feeling kind
of full. Maybe I'll pass on
lunch...
???: I'm quite connected to this
case, you see.
???: The images are burned into
my eyes, you might say.
Yes, all the sordid secrets...
Ema: Secrets...?
???: Dear me.
You are a slow one,
aren't you?
???: I'm referring to the murder.
The stabbing of that
detective.
Phoenix: Whaaaat!?
Lana: A witness clearly saw me
committing the crime.
Ema: You mean you're the witness
my sister was talking about?
Phoenix: Please! Cough-up Queen!
Tell us what happened!
Angel: The name is Angel Starr.
Don't you go forgetting it.
Angel: Or before you know it
I'll have you whimpering at
my heels.
Phoenix: Y-y-yes, ma'am!
(Yipes! She means it!)
>Move: High Prosecutor's Office
February 22
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
Ema: This... this is quite
the place.
Phoenix: You can say that again.
Ema: But, you know Mr. Wright,
you could do your office up
like this too!
Ema: All you need is money and
a little design sense...
Phoenix: I'm not doing so well in
either of those areas.
Ema: In any case, it looks like
the prosecutor is out.
Phoenix: Let's come back later.
>Examine: Jacket
Ema: There's a jacket framed
on the wall like a painting!
Ema: The fabric is high-grade
cashmere... Italian styling...
Ema: Silk ruffles, turquoise
buttons, and a gold thread
collar.
Ema: I'm guessing it's worth
around $5,000.
Phoenix: F-five thousand dollars!?
Ema: Speaking of which,
your suit would be about...
Phoenix: Th-that's enough of that.
I don't need my life appraised
thank you very much.
>Examine: Couch
Ema: Ooh! What a soft and
comfy sofa!
Ema: It makes you want to say,
"sofa, so good!"
Phoenix: ...
Ema: "Sofa" ... "So far" ...?
Phoenix: Yeah, I got it.
(I'm glad she's not an
aspiring comedienne...)
>Examine: Trophy
Phoenix: What's this? It looks like
a shield of some kind...
It's broken.
Phoenix: Maybe it's made out of
chocolate, and he took
a bite out of it.
Ema: It appears to be made out
of bronze with gold plating.
Ema: It's not worth much.
$70 tops.
Phoenix: (This girl has a thing about
pricing everything, doesn't
she?)
Ema: I wonder what that big
"K" means? Mysterious...
>Examine: Bouquet
Ema: Wow!
What an amazing bouquet!
Phoenix: No kidding. Hey, there's
a card on it...
Phoenix "Back from the Dead -- Wendy"
Phoenix: ("Wendy?" ...
I've heard that name
somewhere before.)
Ema: And beside it...
A giant Steel Samurai!
Ema: Wow, I want one!
Phoenix: Huh? There's something
written on the bottom
of his foot.
Phoenix: "Between a rock and a
hard place. -- Wendy"
Ema: Is the prosecutor in this
office named "Wendy"?
Phoenix: Um... I don't think so.
>Examine: Window
Ema: Whoa!
Ema: What a view! It must be
nice to have an office on
the 12th floor.
Phoenix: I guess you would feel...
important.
Ema Incidentally...
Ema: Were you to jump out this
window, the time until impact
with the ground would be...
Ema: ...
Ema: Got it!
Approximately 3.23 seconds!
Phoenix: (That's handy to know...)
>Examine: Desk
Phoenix: A work desk. It's quite
tidy, as one might expect.
Ema: What a nice desk! Easy to
use, and easy on the eyes!
Ema: It's polished so high I can
see my own reflection.
Phoenix: I'd prefer not to have to
look at myself while I work...
>Examine: Tea Set
Ema: Oooh! Cute!
What a pretty tea set!
Phoenix: I go more for the instant
tea bags myself.
Ema: Amazing! The drawer below
is filled with packets of tea leaves!
Ema: They're all sorted by place of
origin and flavor!
Ema: Look at this Royal blend!
What an exquisitely splendid
concoction!
Phoenix: (There's such a thing as
taking a hobby too far...)
>Examine: Chessboard
Ema: Hey, a chessboard!
Phoenix: I'm not too up on my chess
but it looks like Blue's
in a bit of a tight spot.
Ema: The Red Knights have
surrounded the Blue Pawn...
Phoenix: Huh?
Ema: Those horses are mounted
knights. Their swords have
really sharp "edges!"
Ema: And check out that poor pawn,
his head is kind of spiky...
Kind of reminds me of you.
Phoenix: (Yeah, I know, but isn't the
point to surround the King?)
>Examine: Bookshelf
Ema: Whoa! These are all case files!?
Ema: They're stacked up to the
ceiling! There's even a
ladder...
Phoenix: With them already packed in
so tight like that...
Phoenix: what's he going to do when he
gets new case files?
Ema: ...
Ema: Splendid, Mr. Wright!
What an unusual observation!
Phoenix: (I think that was a
compliment...)
>Move: Underground Parking Lot
>Present: Attorney's Badge
Angel: A defense attorney must
be able to fight...
Angel: How about you? Do you think
you can win?
Angel: How about tackling
Lunchland's Pickle Supreme
lunchbox!?
Ema: Wow! It's really crunchy!
Phoenix: (A box of pickles...?
Kind of a sad lunch if you
ask me.)
>Present: Goodman's ID
Phoenix: About this card...
Angel: ...
Angel: Lunchland vendors only
accept cash. No cards.
Angel: Especially not a card
belonging to someone else!
Phoenix: No, no, this isn't a credit
card. It's an ID card. It
belongs to a detective...
Angel: And you're showing this to
me, the lunch lady, why?
Angel: That's like showing a fine
honeyed ham to a detective!
Phoenix: (Why do I always feel like
I'm being mocked?)
>Present: Prosecutor's Trophy /
Edgeworth's Knife /
Parking Stub
Phoenix: Could you take a look at this?
Angel: You!
Phoenix: Y-yes!?
Angel: You said you wanted some
hot tea, right?
Phoenix: Uh, no, but thanks.
(She didn't even look at me.)
Ema: Mmm! You must have to brew
the leaves a long time to get
rich flavor like this!
Angel: We "pre-infuse" the leaves
with steam before brewing.
Ema: I knew it! So that's the
secret to their aroma!
Exquisite!
Phoenix: (The only thing I'm smelling
here is wasted time...)
>Talk: The case
Angel: Somehow... I knew.
Angel: Yesterday was a day of
destiny... I knew something
was going to happen...
Angel: Just like I know that the
Daily Special on Friday
every week is salmon.
Phoenix: Destiny...? Was yesterday
special for some reason?
Angel: You're a defense attorney,
right? You should know then.
Angel: You should know the foul
misdeeds of the evil ones who
haunt this den of inequity!
Ema: E-evil ones?
Angel: Prosecutors! They have no
qualms at all about blackening
the name of innocents!
Angel: And yesterday they paid
homage to the most evil
one of all!
Angel: They gave an award for
"King of Prosecutors" ...
What a farce!
Ema: So, she's saying...
Ema: There was some sort of
prosecutor's convention
yesterday.
Angel: I was almost compelled to
lace their lunches with
something foul...
Ema: Do you have a personal
grievance against prosecutors,
or something?
Ema: Or is there some kind of
scientific evidence of this,
um, "evil"?
Angel: Young miss...
Angel: Mock me at your own risk!
You'll soon find out why they
call me the "Cough-up Queen"!
Ema: Ew!
Angel: The most heinous of all
the evil ones, the one they
awarded yesterday...
Angel: It was in his car that they
found the body!
Angel: Proof that he devours the
evilest lunches of all!
Ema: R-really!?
Phoenix: (Really what? I'm totally
confused...)
Phoenix: (One thing's clear. This
lunch lady has a thing
against prosecutors.)
>Talk: What you witnessed
Phoenix: So, what exactly was it that
you witnessed, Ms. Starr?
Angel: It was a fascinating
spectacle, to be sure!
Angel: I now feel I know what they
say when they talk about
a "woman's wrath."
Angel: To see Lana Skye wield
that knife so...
Phoenix: !
Angel: Her knife flashed in anger,
bringing him to a sad end.
Angel: It was truly a sight to see.
Ema: Y-you mean you saw the
very moment of the crime!?
Angel: The sound of his silvery ties
to this world being cruelly
cut still rings in my ears.
Angel: And the rhythmic beat of
Lana Skye's knife...
Phoenix: Wait a second!
You know Lana Skye?
Angel: Hmph. Of course.
It's quite a feat... becoming
Chief Prosecutor.
Angel: How many lunchboxes of sin
did she pack to make that
journey, I wonder!
Ema: She... always travels light.
Phoenix: (Now why would this pretty
lunch lady know the
Chief Prosecutor's name?)
>Talk: Angel
Ema: Um... Could we ask you a
bit about yourself, Ms. Starr?
Angel: I come here every day
to sell lunches.
Angel: I import only the freshest
and best from the Far East.
Angel: For some reason, the box
lunches are a hit here.
Ema: Why not make the lunches here
rather than import them?
Angel: Did you say something?
Ema: N-no...
Angel: Only true connoisseurs can
understand...
Angel: The kind you can only tell
someone who has tried General
Tso's Trilobite lunch set.
Ema: Ah... Nevermind...
You win.
Phoenix: (I don't even want to
appreciate part of a
trilobite's flavor.)
Angel: Anyway, I come here every
day to sell lunches.
Angel: My boyfriend works in the
security room here at the
Prosecutor's Office.
Ema: Y-your boyfriend?
Angel: See the security room
over there?
Phoenix: The glass-walled booth?
Angel: I sell my lunches and,
since I'm here anyway,
I drop in to see him.
Phoenix: (Since you're here anyway...
I guess selling lunches is
more important than romance.)
Ema: So, to scientifically analyze
the data available so far...
Ema: You, Ms. Starr, are a lunch
vendor with an ulterior
motive for coming here!
Phoenix: (Useful analysis. Not.)
>Talk: Prosecutor's Office
Phoenix: Did you have a bad experience
with a prosecutor, Ms. Starr?
Phoenix: I sense some... hostility.
Angel: Hostility? Hah!
Perhaps.
Angel: Prosecutors are all alike.
And the bigger they get,
the worse they smell.
Angel: Kind of like 10-day old
clams in the chowder.
Phoenix: (I wonder if Ms. Starr was
involved in some sort of
legal trouble in the past?)
Ema: That'd be a sure cause of
food poisoning! Scientifically
speaking, of course.
Ema: I mean, now you're
talking "Cough-up Queen"!
Phoenix: (I thought she was just a
lunch vendor, but now I'm
not so sure...)
>Move: High Prosecutor's Office
February 22
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
Ema: This is the kind of room
that just screams "I can
do the job."
Ema: Quite a change from
your office, really.
Phoenix: Thanks.
Ema: Look, look! There's a
trophy or something here!
Phoenix: (A trophy? What, that shield?)
Ema: It takes real nerve to
display stuff like this.
Ema: Whoever's office this is, he
must be a real stuck-up
jerk!
???: Mr. Phoenix Wright...
???: You never tire of prying
into other people's
business, do you?
Phoenix: (That voice...!)
Phoenix: Long time, no see, Edgeworth.
Ema: Huh?
Ema: Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
M-M-Mr. Edgeworth!
Phoenix: ...!
You know him from somewhere?
Ema: O-of course! I'm his
biggest fan!
Ema: My sister introduced us
once, and....
Phoenix: (Right... her sister was
the Chief Prosecutor,
after all.)
Edgeworth: Well? What brings you here?
Edgeworth: I'll warn you... I've been
known to be a real
stuck-up jerk...
Ema: N-no! Did I...?
No!
Phoenix: It was just, Mr. Wright here, he...
Phoenix: Hey! Don't blame me!
Ema: W-we're just here to
investigate a murder case!
Edgeworth: Murder...?
Ema: A body was found in this
nasty, bright red sports car
in the parking lot...
Edgeworth: Hmm?
Edgeworth: That would be my car.
What of it?
Ema: Whaaaaaaaaaaaa!?
Y-y-y-your car!?
Phoenix: (I'll say one thing, she
certainly can scream.)
>Examine: Jacket
Ema: Wow! This jacket is even
lacier than his usual ones!
Ema: This must be his lucky
trial jacket!
Phoenix: Lucky jacket, right...
I've never seen him wear it.
Ema: I'm sure there's a story
behind why it's in a frame!
Ema: Maybe I'll be naughty...
and take a picture!
Phoenix: (She's getting way too
excited bout this.)
>Examine: Couch
Ema: Mr. Edgeworth has such a
comfy sofa!
Phoenix: Sofas like this make me want
to curl up and take a nap.
Ema: I bet he pours over his case
files here until the wee hours
of the morning...
Ema: Then he takes off his jacket,
rolls up his sleeves...
Ema: And goes to sleep using his
arms as a pillow!
Phoenix: (I don't believe it. She's
actually daydreaming about
Edgeworth working...)
Ema: I bet in the morning he has
sofa hair, and little creases
in his cheek from the seams!
Ema: He's so cool!
Phoenix: Sofa-hair is cool!?
>Examine: Trophy
Phoenix: I've been wondering...
what the heck is this?
Ema: It has a big "K" on it.
Edgeworth: *mumbles* of Prosecutors...
Phoenix: Huh? What's that?
Edgeworth: It's the "King of Prosecutors"
trophy.
Ema: K-K-K...
"King of Prosecutors"!?
Edgeworth: It's a great honor. They send
that shield to the best
prosecutor each year.
Edgeworth: What! So?
Phoenix: So that "K"... that's...
Ema: "K" stands for "King"?
Edgeworth: Yeah, you got a problem
with that?
Edgeworth: I didn't design the thing!
Ema: "King of Prosecutors"...
Kind of like "Employee of the
Month," only better!
King of Prosecutors Trophy
added to the Court Record.
>Examine: Bouquet
Ema: My, my, my! What an amazing
bouquet! Just right for
Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix: No kidding. Hey, there's
a card on it...
Phoenix: "Back from the Dead -- Wendy"
Phoenix: ("Wendy?" ...
I've heard that name
somewhere before.)
Ema: And beside it...
A giant Steel Samurai!
Ema: Wow, I want one!
Phoenix: Huh? There's something
written on the bottom
of his foot.
Phoenix: "Between a rock and a
hard place. -- Wendy"
Ema: Wendy? Is she Mr. Edgeworth's
fiancee?
Phoenix: Um... I don't think so.
>Examine: Desk
Phoenix: A work desk. It's quite
tidy, as one might expect.
Ema: What a nice desk! Easy to
use, and easy on the eyes!
Ema: It's polished so high I can
see my own reflection.
Phoenix: (Strange... Why did I just
picture Detective Gumshoe?)
Ema: Maybe I'll take that name
plaque as a souvenir.
Phoenix: Don't. He'll sue you.
>Examine: Chessboard
Ema: Hey, a chessboard!
Phoenix: I'm not too up on my chess
but it looks like Blue's
in a bit of a tight spot.
Ema: The Red Knights have
surrounded the Blue Pawn...
Phoenix: Huh?
Ema: Those horses are mounted
knights. Their swords have
really sharp "edges!"
Ema: And check out that poor pawn,
his head is kind of spiky...
Kind of reminds me of you.
Ema: Mr. Edgeworth must be an
avid chess player!
What's wrong, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: (Edges... surrounding a pawn
with spiky hair...
Nah... It's nothing.)
>Examine: Bookshelf
Ema: Whoa! These are all case
files!?
Ema: They're stacked up to the
ceiling! There's even a
ladder...
Phoenix: Odd...
Phoenix: I thought Edgeworth wasn't
good with heights.
Ema: He must have someone get
them for him.
Phoenix: (Strange... Why did I just
picture Detective Gumshoe?)
Ema: He must study these case
reports so closely...
He's so cool!
Phoenix: You wouldn't say that if you
saw him sweating bullets
up on that ladder.
>Present: Attorney's Badge
Edgeworth: I once dreamed of being
a defense attorney, a
long time ago.
Ema: What? You wanted to
be a defense attorney,
Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth: Yet, my path is laid out
clearly before me...
Edgeworth: I have no time to reflect
on what might have been.
>Present: Goodman's ID
Phoenix: Say, Edgeworth, I was
wondering about this...
Ema: M-Mr. Wright!
Phoenix: Huh? What?
Ema: Are you sure you should be
showing that to Mr. Edgeworth?
Phoenix: Oh.
(He'll take it for sure,
won't he.)
Ema: *sigh*
Ema: I wish I could be on the same
side as Mr. Edgeworth...
Ema: But then my sister would
be found guilty!
Phoenix: (If she sighs any deeper
I'm going to start getting
depressed...)
>Present: Prosecutor's Trophy
Phoenix: So, in other words, you
were the best of the best
this year, huh?
Edgeworth: You can take that foolish
grin elsewhere, Wright.
Edgeworth: I lost a day of work
to receive that travesty.
Ema: Huh? Why's that?
Edgeworth: I had to go to the Police
Department ceremony to receive
that broken shield.
Phoenix: The Police Department?
Edgeworth: Yes. Right next to the Police
Station downtown. You've
been there, correct?
Phoenix: Where Detective Gumshoe
works? Yeah.
Ema: Um, I was wondering something
about your shield...
Why is it broken?
Edgeworth: What does it matter?
I've got more important
things to worry about.
Ema: Oh. Right...
Phoenix: (He doesn't seem too concerned
about his award, for better
or for worse.)
Edgeworth: Yesterday was a very busy
day for the Prosecutor's
Office.
Ema: Maybe... we should ask him
more about yesterday?
>Present: Edgeworth's Knife
Edgeworth: It's against my policy to
discuss evidence with the
defense.
Edgeworth: Especially with you.
Ema: He doesn't like you much,
does he, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: (Nah. With Edgeworth it's
never personal... It's all
about winning tomorrow.)
>Talk: The case
Phoenix: So, the body was found
in your car?
Edgeworth: Go ahead, say it, Wright.
Edgeworth: You think I did it,
don't you?
Edgeworth: After you went through all
that trouble to help me
last year, no less.
Ema: N-no, we don't think
you did it!
Ema: I mean, it was my sister
who stabbed him...
Ema: Uh, wait, no, she didn't
do that! I mean...
Edgeworth: Wait...
Edgeworth: So you're the Chief
Prosecutor's little
sister, then?
Ema: Y-yes sir! Ema Skye!
It, uh...
Ema: It's nice to meet you again!
Phoenix: (Now that didn't sound
forced at all...)
Edgeworth: Ah, now I remember.
You've... really grown.
Edgeworth: I'll admit, it was a surprise
to me, too.
Edgeworth: To think that my own car
would become the scene
of a murder.
Edgeworth: More surprising still...
Edgeworth: Now I'm forced to prove
my superior's guilt.
Phoenix: I can understand...
W-wait!... What did you say!?
Edgeworth: Lana Skye is the Chief
Prosecutor... the top
prosecutor in the district.
Edgeworth: She can't prosecute herself,
so I'll be the prosecutor at
the trial tomorrow.
Ema: You!?
Mr. Edgeworth...
>Talk: Edgeworth
Edgeworth: To be honest...
Edgeworth: It's a bit of a miracle
I'm still here at all.
Phoenix: What do you mean?
Edgeworth: Rumors.
Edgeworth: You've heard the rumors
about me, haven't you?
Phoenix: (Miles Edgeworth...)
Phoenix (It's hard to remember a time
when there WEREN'T rumors
about this guy...)
Phoenix: (Forging evidence, arranging
false testimony, illegal
searches, you name it...)
Edgeworth: Thanks to you, my innocence
was established in the trial
at the end of last year.
Edgeworth: However, there are some who
say I'm the one responsible
for the current incident.
Phoenix: Wh-what? That's crazy!
Edgeworth: Hmph.
Edgeworth: Some people need very little
excuse to think ill of others.
Edgeworth: It's a fact of life.
Impossible to stop.
Ema: But...
Edgeworth: Some of them even go so far
as to present me with toys
like this...
Edgeworth: They think it's funny.
Phoenix: (Toys? That bronze shield?
There's got to be a story
behind that one...)
>Talk: Lana Skye
Edgeworth: Chief prosecutor Skye?
Yes...We first worked together
on a case two years ago.
Edgeworth: It was my first big case.
Ema: That's right, I remember.
Phoenix: (Two years ago... I wasn't
even a lawyer yet.)
Edgeworth: Since then, I always felt that
she was looking out for me...
Edgeworth: It appears I was mistaken.
Ema: M-mistaken!?
Why?
Ema: I mean, I know she's not
the warmest person...
Ema: But I'm sure she felt some
responsibility for you!
Edgeworth: Then... why?
Edgeworth: Why did she stab someone
in the trunk of my car?
Edgeworth: Not only that...
She stabbed him with my knife.
Ema: Wha... Whaaaaaat!?
Mr. Edgeworth! Your knife
was the murder weapon!?
Edgeworth: To be specific, it was the
knife kept in the toolbox
in the trunk of my car.
Edgeworth's Knife added
to the Court Record.
Phoenix: Um... Edgeworth?
Edgeworth: What?
Phoenix: Are you sure you didn't do it?
Edgeworth: ...
Phoenix: (C'mon, can't he take a joke?)
Ema: You have a strange sense
of humor, Mr. Wright!
>Talk: The day of the crime
Phoenix: Could you tell me more about
yesterday... the day of the
murder?
Edgeworth: Yesterday was the annual
cleaning day at the
Prosecutor's Office.
Ema: Cleaning day?
Edgeworth: Working with the Police
Department, we sort and file
all evidence for solved cases.
Edgeworth: We call it "evidence
transferral."
Ema: Wiping your hands of old
cases, in other words.
Edgeworth: Oh, and another thing...
A ceremony was held at
the Police Department.
Edgeworth: There's an annual review
and awards for outstanding police
officers and prosecutors.
Phoenix: And that's when you got
the shield?
Edgeworth: I was at the police department
yesterday afternoon... I got
back here at 5:12.
Phoenix: That's... very precise.
Ema: People like myself and
Mr. Edgeworth pride ourselves
on our precision, Mr. Wright.
Edgeworth: No, I place little faith
in my memory.
Edgeworth: The only thing I trust is
solid evidence.
Edgeworth's Parking Stub
added to the Court Record.
Edgeworth: This is the parking stub
from the underground lot.
Phoenix: (The murder took place around
5:15...)
Ema: So the murder happened right
after you got back.
Edgeworth: What, Wright?
Edgeworth: I'd appreciate it if you'd
direct that suspicious glare
elsewhere.
???: Um...!
???: Excuse me! But is
Mr. Edgeworth, uh...
anywhere on the premises?
Edgeworth: I'm Edgeworth.
What is it?
Officer: I'm here, sir, at the
request of the Chief, sir!
I've got your report, sir!
Edgeworth: Report?
Edgeworth: What? Did you find new
evidence in the case against
Chief Prosecutor Skye!?
Phoenix: (I don't like the way
this conversation is
going at all...)
Officer: Er... Skye, sir?
No, sir!
Officer: No name of that kind, sir!
Not in this report, sir!
Edgeworth: ...!
Phoenix: (I think I just heard
Edgeworth's lid blow.)
Ema Mr. Edgeworth's lid isn't
on very tight, is it?
Edgeworth: I made a clear request to the
Police Department, did I not?
Edgeworth: I need to focus on the trial
tomorrow, so don't bring me
anything unrelated!
Officer: Sir! But, but sir!
Officer: I'm just following orders,
sir! They told me to bring
this to you!
Officer: I wasn't aware of the
peculiars of your arrangement
with us, sir—
Edgeworth: Give me your name!
Meekins: U-uh, yes... yes, Sir!
M-M-Meekins, sir.
Officer Meekins!
Edgeworth: Right. Officer Meekins?
Take your report and leave.
Edgeworth: And good luck with that
raise next month.
Meekins: *whimper*
B-but, sir, I d-didn't know!
Phoenix: (Poor guy. Looks like he was
absent on the day they gave
out brains and good luck.)
Edgeworth: Wright.
Phoenix: Y-yes, sir!?
(Gah! He caught me off guard!)
Edgeworth: As you can see, I'm busy.
Edgeworth: You may leave now.
Ema: L-let's do as he says,
Mr. Wright!
Edgeworth: The victim was a detective
from the same department as
that patrolman just now.
Edgeworth: Go down to the Police
Department.
You can ask more there.
Phoenix: U-uh... Thanks.
(He seems to have finally
calmed down at least.)
>Present: Any Item
Edgeworth: I'm busy preparing for
tomorrow.
Edgeworth: And I'm not in the mood
for idle banter.
Edgeworth: Especially not with you.
Ema: L-let's go, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix: (Fine. I'll just have to talk
to him when he perks up.)
>Move: Police Dept. Entrance
February 22
Police Department
Entrance
Ema: Whew...
We're finally here.
Ema: Why would they put the
detectives so far away
from the Prosecutor's Office?
Phoenix: That took almost 30 minutes
by taxi... and traffic wasn't
even that bad.
Phoenix: This is my first time to the
Police Department, actually.
?
Phoenix: Hold on, what's that?
Ema: Disturbing! Why does it
undulate like that?
Phoenix: Oh, wait I know. This is
the "Blue Badger."
Phoenix: They're trying to make him
the police mascot.
Ema: Wow, Mr. Wright!
You know a lot about the
Police Department!
Ema: Still, he does seem
familiar, somehow...
Phoenix: Forget the Blue Badger!
Who's that next to him!?
Ema: Someone appears to be...
dancing with the Blue
Badger...
Ema: Uh oh.
He noticed me.
Phoenix: He sure is running
over here fast...
Gumshoe: H-h-h-hey, pal!
W-w-w-what're you doin' here!?
Phoenix: That's my line,
Detective Gumshoe.
Phoenix: Specifically, why were
you dancing over there?
Gumshoe: What!? Um, well...
Phoenix: (Well, at least he doesn't
seem to be busy. This is our
chance to get information!)
Gumshoe: Hey! I'll have you know
I'm a very busy man, pal.
>Examine: Bulletin Board
Phoenix: The usual wanted posters are
hanging up on the bulletin
board here.
Phoenix: <<Do you know this face!?
If you do, dial 911!>>
Ema: You know, Mr. Wright,
I've always thought it
was kind of funny...
Ema: I've never seen anyone who
looked like the people in
these posters.
Ema: They hardly even look human!
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: (She has a point...)
>Examine: Blue Badger
Ema: Uh, I was wondering about
that...
Gumshoe: What?
The Dancing Blue Badger?
It's my masterpiece!
Phoenix: You made this, Detective
Gumshoe?
Gumshoe: The chief threw together some
designs and I just did my
thing, pal.
Ema: N-nice work...
Gumshoe: It's battery-powered,
so it can go anywhere!
Gumshoe: There's no switch, so it
just dance dance dances until
the batteries die!
Ema: Poor Blue Badger... fated
to dance until he drops.
Blue Badger added
to the Court Record
>Examine: Police Sign
Ema: I always get excited when I
come to the police station.
Phoenix: Why is that?
Ema: It just feels like I've
jumped into a movie.
Phoenix: Huh?
Ema: You know, with all the police
and criminals.
Phoenix: W-well, I don't know if this
is all that exciting.
Ema: Sure it is! Look at those two
officers over there.
Ema: They're probably talking about
the latest bust!
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: Funny, I thought they were
talking about the weather.
>Examine: Glass Doors
Phoenix: The detectives in there
look pretty busy.
Ema: Just imagine!
Right now...
Ema: Behind those doors...!
A police drama in action!
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: (Somehow the thought fails
to excite me...)
>Examine: Officers
Phoenix: Look, that patrolman is
saluting the other guy.
He must be a detective!
Police: And then I said "hey,
you do that, your soup
will get cold, buddy."
Patrolman: Th-That's hilarious, sir!
I laughed so hard I cried!
Ema: ...
Ema: I guess he wasn't saluting,
he was wiping tears from his
eyes.
Phoenix: They make a good pair.
>Examine: Campaign Banner
Ema: The banner here is announcing
the "Crime Fighting Campaign."
Phoenix: Nice slogan...
Ema: I wonder if they'll be selling
fingerprinting sets.
Phoenix: I don't think it's that kind
of campaign.
Ema: What family wouldn't want
a set at home?
Ema: It's good for finding out who
snuck into the cookie jar.
Phoenix: I think most families can
figure that out without the
extra help.
>Examine: Police Car
Ema: Mr. Wright! Do you know
why patrol cars are painted
black and white?
Phoenix: No idea. Why?
Ema: Well, I think they're
designed after a panda!
Phoenix: A panda...?
Ema: Not that I have scientific
proof. It's just a theory.
Phoenix: Um... do you mind me asking
how you came up with that
theory?
Ema: It was when I was on a school
trip! I saw a patrol car and
it came to me!
Ema: We had just been at the
zoo, see...
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: What about zebras?
Or did they not have
those at your zoo?
>Present: Attorney's Badge
Phoenix: Detective... here's my
attorney's badge.
Gumshoe: You show this to me every
time we meet, pal.
Gumshoe: Real men show their police
badge. 'Nuff said!
Ema: I wish had a badge... Even an
ID card would be nice...
Phoenix: (Wait...)
Phoenix: (Speaking of ID cards, I found
that detective's card, didn't
I...?)
>Present: Goodman's ID
Phoenix: Um, Detective Gumshoe?
What can you tell me
about this?
Gumshoe: Huh? Hey, pal! This is
a detective's ID card!
Gumshoe: You can't just keep that!
You have to turn it in to
the police!
Gumshoe: It's people like you that
get me into so much trouble
all the time!
Phoenix: (Meaning Detective Gumshoe
must drop his card a lot.)
Gumshoe: Hmm... let's see...
"Bruce Goodman"...
Gumshoe: Goodman...
Sounds familiar...
Gumshoe: ...
Nah, my mistake.
Ema: But, don't you work together
with him in Criminal Affairs?
Gumshoe: Whoa!!!
Now I remember!
Gumshoe: Bruce Goodman!
He's the victim!
Phoenix: (That's what I thought...)
Ema: Can you tell us more,
Detective Gumshoe?
>Present: Prosecutor's Trophy
Gumshoe: Hey, that's it!
Gumshoe: That's the "King of
Prosecutors" award that Mr.
Edgeworth got yesterday!
Phoenix: Were you at the awards
ceremony, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe: Of course, pal!
I got an award for diligence,
myself.
Phoenix: Ah... congratulations.
Ema: I was wondering, why is the
award a shield?
Ema: And... why is it broken?
Gumshoe: Oh, there's a reason.
Gumshoe: Um...
I'll tell you what it is later.
Phoenix: (Apparently, he's forgotten.)
Gumshoe: But, I was proud of Mr.
Edgeworth for winning that
award.
Gumshoe: He's even got naysayers in the
Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix: (Yeah, we've heard about
the rumors...)
>Present: Edgeworth's Knife /
Parking Stub
Gumshoe: Found in Mr. Edgeworth's car,
stabbed with Mr. Edgeworth's
knife, huh...
Gumshoe: What would drive Chief
Prosecutor Skye to do
such a thing?
Ema: ...
Gumshoe: W-wait, I didn't mean...
I mean, sure, of course
someone else really did it!
Gumshoe: Someone who must have, um...
Gumshoe: Someone who must have a
grudge against Mr. Edgeworth!
Phoenix: (The car and the knife do seem
a little too well-organized
to be a coincidence.)
Ema: Poor Mr. Edgeworth...
What could have happened?
Phoenix: (We have to find out a little
more about what's going on
with Edgeworth...)
>Present: Blue Badger Panel /
Letter of Introduction
Gumshoe: As a detective, I have to keep
my mouth shut on that one.
Gumshoe: I know better than to go
blabbing on about things I
don't know about...
Phoenix: No, I wouldn't want you to do
that either...
Gumshoe: Good.
>Talk: The case
Gumshoe: I'll give you one word
of advice, pal.
Gumshoe: You'd better not agree
to defend the suspect
in this case.
Ema: Wh... Why not?
Gumshoe: Huh?
Gumshoe: Well... It's just that the
Chief Prosecutor has confessed
to the crime.
Gumshoe She says she summoned the
detective to the Prosecutor's
Office and... she killed him.
Ema: But, what if she's
not telling the truth!?
Gumshoe: Yes, well... no!
C'mon, pal! There's plenty of
evidence against her!
Ema: B-but what if the evidence
was faked?
Gumshoe: Hey, pal.
Can I speak to you
for a second?
Phoenix: Huh? Me?
Gumshoe: Why is this little girl
so peeved at me?
Phoenix: She's a relative of the
suspect.
Lana Skye's sister.
Gumshoe: Whoa!!!
The Chief Prosecutor's
little sister!?
Ema: Just, please investigate
this case carefully, okay?
Scientifically!
Gumshoe: Yessir! Oh, by the way.
Gumshoe: You might want to keep your
voices down.
Gumshoe You don't want to be overheard
using words like "faked"...
Ema: Huh?
Gumshoe: It's just... it's a
sensitive issue with
us these days.
>Talk: The investigation
Ema: So... what are you doing
here, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe: Me? Oh, well... nothing,
really.
Gumshoe: They kicked me out
of Criminal Affairs...
Phoenix: Detective Gumshoe!
What did you do this time?
Gumshoe: Whaddya mean, "this time"!?
Ema: Then, what happened?
Ema: I know things are busy
right now...
Ema: I mean... with my sister's
case and all...
Gumshoe: It's true. We've never had
a Chief Prosecutor murder
anyone before!
Gumshoe: Only the highest-ranked
people are being let into
Criminal Affairs now...
Gumshoe: The lowest ranking guy in
there is our chief of
detectives.
Gumshoe: They're not letting any of
us rank-and-file detectives
in at all.
Ema: None of you?
Phoenix: (I know this is an important
trial, but isn't that a
little odd?)
Gumshoe: So, anyway, I thought I'd
spend the day getting the
badger dance down pat.
Ema: Um... Isn't there anything
else you could be doing?
Gumshoe: The Chief of Police himself
is directing this
investigation, pal.
Gumshoe: And Officer Marshall was
assigned to the underground
parking lot.
Ema: Officer Marshall...
Phoenix: (Now that I think about it,
Ema did seem to know
that Marshall guy.)
Gumshoe: A patrolman in charge of
a crime scene...
It's unheard of, pal!
>Talk: Bruce Goodman
Phoenix: So... this ID card belonged
to the victim?
Gumshoe: He was a detective, like
myself.
Gumshoe: Detective Bruce Goodman.
Ema: Hmm...
Don't you think it's strange?
Ema: I mean, why would the victim's
ID card be lying on the ground
where we found it?
Gumshoe: Well, Detective Goodman
should have been at the
Police Department yesterday.
Gumshoe: There was an evidence
transferal for a case he
handled two years ago.
Ema: Evidence transferal...
Mr. Edgeworth mentioned
that too.
Ema: But... Detective Goodman was
killed at the Prosecutor's
Office...
Gumshoe: Well, that's the thing...
It's hard to say this, but...
Gumshoe: Word is that Chief Prosecutor
Skye called him out there, to
the parking lot.
Phoenix: (And Lana's confessing as
much...)
>Talk: Rumors at law
Gumshoe: He's in a tough spot,
again...
Phoenix: "Again"...?
Gumshoe: Well, it all started with
the murder of that defense
attorney, Hammond.
Ema: But Edgeworth was found
innocent!
Gumshoe: Listen, pal, there have always
been rumors about Edgeworth.
Gumshoe: Forging evidence, making
deals with witnesses...
Gumshoe: Nothing outright, but there
were always whispered rumors
Gumshoe: Ever since he was accused of
murder, no one's whispering.
They're practically shouting!
Ema: But... but there's no
evidence against him!
Gumshoe: Well, Mr. Edgeworth has always
had unusually strong ties
to the department higher-ups.
Gumshoe: It's only natural that people
would be suspicious.
Phoenix: (I had no idea he was under
the gun...)
Gumshoe: Anyway, this latest case
has started a new rumor.
Gumshoe: People say the only reason
he took this case...
Gumshoe: is because he's aiming for
the Chief Prosecutor position
himself!
Phoenix: W-what!?
Gumshoe: But I know the truth, pal!
Gumshoe: Nobody wants to be the one
who has to prosecute the
chief prosecutor!
Gumshoe: Mr. Edgeworth is biting the
bullet on this one! He's doing
this for all of us!
Gumshoe: ...
Gumshoe: And that's all I know
about that.
Gumshoe: I'm not officially on
the case, you know.
Ema: Thank you!
Phoenix: Why aren't you handling
the case, Detective Gumshoe?
Phoenix: We met the guy who is...
what was his name? The
guy in the parking lot...
Gumshoe: That'd be Officer Marshall.
Gumshoe: He was appointed directly
by the Chief of Police...
Phoenix: Officer Marshall...
Is he some kind of Wild West
sheriff or something?
Gumshoe: No, Jake Marshall's just
a regular officer...
Gumshoe: From West LA.
Phoenix: For a moment there,
I wasn't sure.
Gumshoe: Look, pal, let me try to
make things a little
easier for you.
Gumshoe: Show them this and they'll
let you examine the
crime scene... maybe.
Letter of Introduction from
Detective Gumshoe added to
the Court Record
Phoenix: (I'll be surprised if this
gets us anywhere...)
Gumshoe Just act like you're supposed
to be there, and nobody will
look at you twice, pal!
>Present: Goodman's ID
Gumshoe: This ID card belongs to
the victim, Detective
Bruce Goodman.
Gumshoe: You can do just about anything
these days with a card and the
right secret number... scary!
Phoenix: It's only scary because you
keep dropping your card,
Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe: I forget my secret number
a lot, too It's scary!
Gumshoe: But... but I'm me, after all!
And what could be wrong
with that!?
Phoenix: (I think I'll stay out of
this conversation.)
>Move: Underground Parking Lot
February 22
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot
Phoenix: (Looks like this investigation
is still going...)
???: I have to be getting
back to the shop...
???: Sorry... Looks like I'll
be stuck in this pit 'til
the sun sleeps.
???: I'll see you in my dreams
tonight, then, baby.
Angel: Oh!
Still here?
Ema: Ah, h-hello.
Angel: Why the surprised looks?
Didn't I mention...?
Angel: I've got a boyfriend in
Criminal Affairs, too.
Phoenix: (What happened to the security
guard!?)
Marshall: Hey! What's wrong,
bambina?
Marshall: You're lookin' like a dogie
that's lost its herd!
Phoenix: (Jake Marshall...)
Phoenix: (Strange guy to put in charge
of a crime scene.)
>Examine: Anything
Marshall: If you want to take a closer
look, you'll have to deal
with me first, pardner.
Phoenix: Huh...
Marshall: A duel at sunset...
The winner leaves the loser
in the dust and takes all.
Marshall: The blood law of the gunman!
Ema: Note to self: jurisdiction
squabbles are settled by
dueling.
Phoenix: (I think one body per murder
case is enough, thanks.)
>Present: Attorney's Badge /
Goodman's ID /
Prosecutor's Trophy
Parking Stub
Phoenix: Officer Marshall?
Could you take a look at this?
Marshall: Whoa, pardner!
Marshall: If you're fixing to draw on
me, you best be ready for
a shootout!
Marshall: You ready to become food
for the vultures, compadre?
Ema: Are you ready, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: (Somehow I don't think he's
going to help us.)
>Present: Edgeworth's Knife /
Blue Badger Panel /
Victim's Note
Marshall: Alright, compadre!
Count to three!
Phoenix: Huh?
Marshall: You gotta do that if you're
going to draw evidence on
someone.
Marshall: That's what we do in Texas.
Phoenix: Remind me never to visit
Texas.
>Talk: The victim /
Marshall
Ema: There's something I wanted
to ask you!
Marshall: The scene of the crime...
a cold grave for men
who've lost their dreams...
Marshall: And me? I watch over them
as they sleep... dreaming of
the desert's harsh judgment.
Marshall: ...
Ema: He's asleep.
Phoenix: Well... should we show this
hopeless case something to
catch his interest?
>Present: Letter of Introduction
Phoenix: Would you mind reading
this for me?
Marshall: What's this? I warn you,
fan letters to me go right
in the spittoon!
Phoenix: It's a letter of introduction
from Detective Gumshoe.
May we investigate?
Marshall: Gumshoe...?
Ah, that old cowdog?
Marshall: Hmm... He holding a birthday
party or something?
Phoenix: Huh?
Marshall: Look, where it should say
letter of "introduction"...
It says "invitation."
Phoenix: Ah...
I think he just miswrote it.
Phoenix: (Great, Detective Gumshoe.
I owe you one...)
Marshall: No worries. This proves it's
from Detective Gumshoe, better
than a blood test.
Marshall: Guess I'd better let you in,
then.
Ema: Th-thank you, Officer
Marshall!
Phoenix: (Officer Marshall isn't a
"detective"... he's a
"patrolman"...)
Phoenix: (That reminds me of
something...)
Ema: That is odd!
Ema: Isn't a crime scene
supposed to be handled
by a detective or higher?
Marshall: Well, folks.
Marshall: The clues are calling!
Welcome to our gold strike.
Marshall: Be like the settler! Strike
out for lands unknown!
Marshall: Manifest Destiny!
Let's have a hootenanny!
Ema: Note to self: police
investigations are like
settling land.
Ema: Well, Mr. Wright,
what do you say!?
Phoenix: (I say I won't be needing
this anymore...)
Detective Gumshoe's
Letter of Introduction
crumpled and discarded.
>Examine: A Block Sign
Ema: "A Block"... This area is
reserved for prosecutors.
Phoenix: Defense attorneys are
relegated to "B Block."
Ema: I dream of the day when
I will be able to park
my car here!
Ema: I'll go over to B Block to
buy my hamburgers from you,
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix: I'm not planning on giving up
my job that soon...
>Examine: Cell Phone
Phoenix: That looks like a cell phone.
Ema: Scientific analysis would
suggest this belonged to
the victim!
Ema: I can't think of anyone
else it could belong to...
Phoenix: (What's so scientific about
that!?)
Should we check it out?
[E5-01-01]
A> Check it out
B> Forget it
[E5-01-01-B]
Answer: Forget it
Phoenix: On second thought, let's not.
Ema: What!? Why not? I mean,
don't you want to know
whose it is?
Phoenix: Probably one of the
Detectives dropped it.
Ema: Come on! No detective
would be that dumb!
Phoenix: (I don't know. One detective
in particular comes to mind.)
[E5-01-01-A]
Answer: Check it out
Phoenix: (Right! Let's check it out.)
Ema: Man, what a boring strap!
Phoenix: What's wrong with it?
Everyone has different tastes,
you know.
Ema: Here, check out mine. It's a
Pink Princess strap!
Ema: These are hard to come by, you
know.
Phoenix: (I see he's as popular as ever
with the kids...)
Ema Hmm. The display is still
on the redial button.
Phoenix: Redial...?
Ema: Um, Mr. Wright?
Ema: Most phones keep a record
of all the calls you've made
and received.
Ema: You just press the blue button
to dial the last number you
called.
Ema: Convenient, isn't it?
I'm surprised you didn't
know about it.
Phoenix: Sorry to disappoint you, but
even I know about things like
"redial."
Ema: Huh? Oh, I'm sorry!
Ema: It's just, you never know
with people from your
generation.
Phoenix: (Whatever... Let's check
this phone out.)
Phoenix: (Now, I wonder who the owner
of this phone called last...)
Ema: Note to self: a defense
attorney doesn't think first,
he just pushes the button.
Cellular: *beep*
Cellular: ...
Phoenix: Hey! That song! I know that!
Marshall: Hey! What's going on
over there?
Cellular: *beep*
Phoenix: Ah! Oh, s-sorry.
Marshall: I see you, pardner!
Marshall: You pressed redial on that
there phone, didn't you?
Phoenix: Uh, well, yeah...
Ema: Whose phone is this, anyway?
It was on the ground over
there...
Marshall: Whose is it?
That belongs to Chief
Prospector Skye.
Ema: What? It's my sister's!?
Marshall: She apparently dropped it when
she was taken into custody,
right after the crime.
Marshall: Look... the last call was
made right when the murder
occurred!
Marshall: Looks like she was fixing
to call someone.
Marshall: Except she only spoke for
a few seconds, according
to this.
Phoenix: Who did she call!?
Marshall: No idea. Sorry, pardner.
Marshall: Now, I got a question for
you, pardner.
Marshall: I heard a phone ring just
now... one of those new-
fangled ring-tunes.
Phoenix: Oh? That? Oh...
I'm sorry, that was my phone.
Marshall: W-w-what!?
Your phone!?
Phoenix: Yeah, uh, it's kind of
strange, but...
Phoenix: Someone called me right as
we picked up the other phone,
a wrong number...
Marshall: ...
Marshall: I hope you're not lying...
They shoot you for that
in Texas, pardner!
Phoenix: (Uh oh, I've incited the
wrath of the Lone Star
patrolman...)
Cell Phone added to
the Court Record.
>Examine: Rope
Ema: This rope... is it...?
Phoenix: Yep. They laid it in the
outline of the victim's body.
Ema: ...
Ema: So wait... The victim must have
died when the killer closed
the trunk on him!
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: (You have got to be the only
person I know that would
come to that conclusion.)
>Examine: Trunk
Phoenix: What's this? Looks like
a note of some sort.
Ema: Look! Something's
written on it!
Phoenix: You're right. Let's see...
"6-7S 12/2"...
Ema: There's a name printed on
the paper above that...
"Goodman."
Phoenix: (Maybe it fell out of his
pocket when he was killed.)
Ema: Well? So? What does it
mean, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: How am I supposed to know?
Ema: Note to self: for deductive
reasoning, go to Edgeworth,
not Wright.
Phoenix: (I'm sure Edgeworth wouldn't
know what this means either.)
Goodman's Note added
to the Court Record.
>Examine: Car
Phoenix: This appears to be the
car where the body was
found.
Phoenix: (It looks like the lock on
the trunk is busted.)
Lana: The crime took place in the
underground parking lot at
the Prosecutor's Office.
Lana: The body was found in the
trunk of my subordinate's
car.
Ema: Quite a luxury car. It just
screams "I have money to
burn."
Phoenix: Yeah. Prosecutors get the
big bucks.
>Examine: B Block Fence
Phoenix: "B Block" is through there.
That's where the visitors park.
Ema: I can see the Lunchland
car over there... far in the distance.
Phoenix: Hey, you're right. I like
the cute design on the door.
Phoenix: (I can see... a cartoon cow
munching down on a juicy
looking steak.)
Ema: ...
Ema: Doesn't that strike you
as a little... creepy?
Phoenix: Just don't think too deeply
about it and you'll be fine.
>Present: Attorney's Badge
Marshall: I see your badge.
Looks pretty... round.
Marshall: Our badge is a star,
a lone star, shining
in the nighttime sky.
Marshall: A beam of light, illuminating
evildoers who come in the
dark of night!
Ema: Note to self: evildoers
are weak against starlight.
Phoenix: (Hey, that's a sheriff's badge!)
>Present: Goodman's ID
Marshall: What's that? Some kind of
police passport?
Phoenix: This is Detective Goodman's
ID card. Strangely enough...
Phoenix: We found it a good distance
away from the crime scene.
Marshall: Good distance, in this rat
hole? If you want distance,
get yourself to Texas!
Ema: Texas...
Marshall: This is a tiny little crime
scene, in a tiny little town,
with tiny little evidence.
Marshall: What difference does a few
yards make, compadre?
Ema: Note to self: if you encounter
suspicious evidence, think
of Texas.
Ema: There's no better way
to study than to hang
out with the pros!
>Present: Prosecutor Trophy
Marshall: Ah, a toy shield!
Suits the boy well.
Marshall: What exactly could you
shield with that?
A toy knight, maybe?
Ema: Officer Marshall, don't you
have anything good to say
about Mr. Edgeworth?
Phoenix: You don't like him, right?
We get the point.
Marshall: You know, when I was a
detective, I got one
of these...
Ema: Hmm... Let me guess...
Did it have a "K" for
"King of Detectives" on it?
Phoenix: Hey, they could use the
same shield over and over.
Ema: Note to self: the Prosecutor's
Office and Criminal Affairs
are surprisingly cheap.
Marshall: You know it! They've gotten
cheaper with every passing
year, I tell you.
>Present: Parking Stub
Marshall: 5:12 PM...
Marshall: The prospector's bright
red steed came in at
a trot, real slow like.
Ema: A... trot?
Marshall: My Madonna tells me the
crime occurred three
minutes later...
Marshall: So it seems the Chief
Prospector was lying
in wait!
Marshall: Maybe... waiting for her
prince to ride in on his
bright red horse...
Phoenix: (So what you mean is...)
Phoenix: (The killer intended to use
Edgeworth's car all along!)
>Present: Cell Phone
Ema: My sister's cell phone.
Marshall: The last time it was used
was 5:18... Right after
Goodman was killed.
Marshall: Maybe she was canceling
her date for the night?
Ema: ...
Phoenix: (Why did Lana make
that call...?)
>Talk: The victim
Phoenix: Officer Marshall? Could you
tell us more about the
victim?
Marshall: ...
Marshall: Good men always die young.
Remember that, pardner.
Phoenix: Um... could you be a little
more specific?
Ema: Bruce Goodman...
He was a detective, right?
Marshall: Well, well, aren't you a
feisty dogie there now.
Marshall: Detective Goodman was stabbed
here at 5:15...
Marshall: The smiling Madonna told
me the tale...
Phoenix: (I think he means the witness,
Ms. Angel Starr.)
Marshall: One stab to the chest.
A fine piece of work.
Marshall: This here's the autopsy report.
Autopsy report added
to the Court Record.
Ema: Was my sister involved with
the victim in any way?
Marshall: Funny you should mention
that, bambina.
Marshall: Chief Prospector Skye and
Detective Goodman...
had nothing in common at all.
Ema: Nothing in common...?
Marshall: They apparently worked
together on a case a few
years back.
Phoenix: (So... there's no motive!)
Marshall: Goodman wasn't a particularly
gifted detective.
Marshall: That's one reason why he
didn't do much work with
the Chief Prospector...
Ema: But, my sister called the
victim here on the day of
the murder, right?
Ema: Here... to this parking lot?
Marshall: So it seems.
Like calling an unarmed man
to a shootout at high noon.
>Talk: Marshall
Phoenix: Um, I don't mean any
offense, but...
Phoenix: Officer Marshall, you're a
patrolman, right? Not a
detective.
Marshall: You callin' me out? They
shoot you for that in Texas.
Phoenix: Huh?
Marshall: I was one of them fancy-shoed
"Detectives" till two years
ago, to tell ya the truth.
Phoenix: Oh, really?
(Now he tells me!)
Ema: But, you're a patrolman now.
So how can you be in charge
of a crime scene?
Marshall: Nothing gets by you,
does it, bambina?
Phoenix: So, why are you in charge?
Marshall: No reason. We're just short on
hands right now. I'm keeping
an eye out in the meantime.
Ema: That's odd, though.
Ema: Detective Gumshoe was saying
he had nothing to do...
nothing important, at least.
Marshall: He's nothing but a sad ol'
cowdog, that can't find his
tail.
Marshall: Maybe it's because he runs
with that Edgeworth, eh?
Phoenix: Edgeworth...?
Marshall: That cowdog's been kicked out
of this cattle run... by order
of the Chief of Police.
Marshall: Just, he don't realize it yet.
Phoenix: (Detective Gumshoe, kicked
out of the investigation!?)
>Talk: Lana Skye
Ema: So there's no connection
between Detective Goodman
and my sister!
Marshall: That's correct, but...
Marshall: There's a goldmine of evidence
against her...
Phoenix: ...!
Marshall: And the prospector tomorrow
is none other than Edgeworth
himself...
Marshall: I'm afraid your sister's fate
is decided, bambina.
Many condolences.
Ema: Officer Marshall!
Marshall: Yeah, bambina?
Ema: H-how can you say that!
Ema: You and my sister, you were...
Phoenix: (Is there something between
this cop and her sister that
I don't know about?)
Marshall: ...!
Marshall: I apologize, bambina.
Something must have gotten
to me.
Marshall: Maybe it's that dry wind
that's a-blowin' through the
Prospector's Office.
Phoenix: (Dry wind or ill will,
someone's up to something
here... but who?)
>Talk: Office atmosphere
Marshall: Suspicions about Mr. Edgeworth
have been flying around for
nearly two years now.
Phoenix: Forged evidence... arranging
testimonies, you name it.
Marshall: He was unbeatable because
he did whatever it took to
win.
Marshall: Unbeatable that is, until
he met you.
Ema: But rumors are just... rumors,
aren't they?
Ema: These are prosecutors we're
talking about! Evidence is
everything to them!
Marshall: If you follow the rumors about
Edgeworth to their source, you
find one person...
Marshall: But... they're off limits.
Untouchable, you might say.
Phoenix: One person? Who?
Marshall: Bambina...It's your sister.
Chief Prospector Lana Skye.
Ema: What!?
My sister...?
Marshall: Edgeworth couldn't rustle
all those cattle by himself.
Marshall: Some people load their guns
with bullets, some people load
them with "deals."
Phoenix: What, you're saying Edgeworth
was making deals to win
trials?
Marshall: "Where there's gunshots,
there's bound to be bullets."
Marshall: That's what the old-timers
say.
Marshall: There's a big ol' secret
hidden around here somewhere.
Everyone knows it.
Phoenix: (Is that why Detective
Gumshoe was taken off
the case...?)
Phoenix: (Did they target him because
he was closest to Edgeworth?)
Ema: So, well, how are we
doing, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: I guess we got some
clues...
Phoenix: We have an autopsy report,
a note from the victim,
and a cell phone...
Ema: So... you think we'll
be okay?
Phoenix: Well, the only thing still
bothering me is that Lana
is confessing to the crime.
Phoenix: She says she did it!
Ema: No problem!
Ema: I can guarantee that she's
not the criminal.
Phoenix: Oh by the way, Ema?
Ema: Yes?
Phoenix: I know that song your
phone plays when it
rings...
Ema: What...?
Cellular: ...
Cellular: *beep*
Phoenix: It's the Steel Samurai theme
song, isn't it?
Phoenix: That popular TV show...
for kids?
Ema: ...!
Phoenix: The phone that just rang
wasn't mine...
Phoenix: it was yours.
Phoenix: At 5:18, just after the
murder took place...
Phoenix: Your sister called you,
didn't she, Ema?
Ema: I...I'm sorry!
Phoenix: Can you tell me what
you talked about?
Ema: I...
She hung up right away.
Phoenix: I see...
Cell Phone added
to the Court Record.
Phoenix: A detective is murdered, and
the suspect is the top
prosecutor in the district.)
Phoenix: (I've got a bad feeling
about this...)
Phoenix: (Like... maybe I still don't
know everything that went on
here...)
To be continued.
Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Episode 5, Chapter 2
SilverWind (silverwind9@hotmail.com)
Rise from the Ashes
Day 2 – Trial Former
February 23, 9:34 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
Lana: How did the investigation
go yesterday, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: Frankly, there are still a lot
of... gray areas.
Ema: Or rather, the whole thing is
one big gray area...
Lana: Don't worry about me,
no matter what the outcome.
Lana: I'm ready to accept my fate.
Ema: I believe in you, sis.
Lana: Mr. Wright, let me offer you
a word of advice.
Phoenix: Yes?
Lana: A defense attorney should
never "believe" their client.
Ema: ...!
Lana: The defendant is called to
trial because they are
suspected of wrongdoing!
Lana: Never forget that.
Phoenix: Ms. Skye, you...
Phoenix: You remind me a lot of Mia.
Phoenix: But there is one decisive
difference between you
and her.
Lana: And that is?
Phoenix: You're not a defense attorney.
Lana: ...
I believe it's almost time
for the trial.
Lana: Good luck, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix: (My first trial without
a Fey helping me...)
Phoenix: (No one's going to bail
me out this time...)
Phoenix: (I'll be alone in there...)
Phoenix: (So I have to discover the
truth all by myself!)
Ema: Let's do it, Mr. Wright!
I'll be with you the whole
way!
February 23, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 9
Judge: The court is now in
session for the trial
of Ms. Lana Skye.
Phoenix: The defense is ready,
Your Honor.
Edgeworth: The prosecution has been
ready for a while, Your Honor.
Phoenix: (Edgeworth...)
Phoenix: (I haven't been in court
since Edgeworth's trial...
It's been a while now.)
Edgeworth: I hope that personal feelings
will not be a part of the
proceedings today, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix: ...!
Edgeworth: I will choose the path I think
is right, regardless of what
those around me might say.
Edgeworth: The judgment to be made here
is in our hands, not those
of anyone else.
Judge: Very well, Mr. Edgeworth, your
opening statement please.
Edgeworth: Chief Prosecutor Lana Skye
has committed an unpardonable
crime.
Edgeworth: Not only this, but she was
rash enough to commit it in
the Prosecutor's Office lot!
Ema: Wow... He's much more forceful
in person.
Ema: I suddenly feel like
confessing to everything!
Edgeworth: However, she will now pay for
her rashness with her life.
Edgeworth: There was a witness to her
crime...
Edgeworth: A "professional" witness!
Judge: Well then, call your first
witness, Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth: The prosecution calls its
first witness, Ms. Angel
Starr, to the stand.
Phoenix: (The "Cough-up Queen"...?)
Judge: Hmm? Haven't I seen you
somewhere...?
Angel: You ordered the Caviar
Lunch, right?
Judge: Ho ho! Caviar!
I've never eaten caviar
before!
Phoenix: (The judge is really
wolfing it down...)
Angel: Ah, and for you... I have
a Fiesta Bowl.
Phoenix: Uh... thanks.
Edgeworth: Will the witness state
her name and profession?
Angel: Ah, and you, sir...
Did you order "The
Fingerprint" lunchbox?
Edgeworth: It is too early for lunch.
Your name and profession,
please.
Angel: ...
Angel: Well, Your Honor?
How does it taste?
Judge: So this is why everyone raves
about caviar!
It's so tasty it hurts!
Judge: I always thought caviar
would taste like pickled
tapioca.
Phoenix: (What the heck does pickled
tapioca taste like!?)
Edgeworth: Name. Profession. Now.
Angel: Me? The name is Angel Starr.
Don't go forgetting it.
Angel: I find myself running
Lunchland these days.
Angel: Is... that what you wanted
me to say, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth: Very well, witness.
Please describe the incident
to us.
Judge: The prosecution will wait!
I'm not finished eating...
Phoenix: (Hurry it up!)
Judge: Mmmm...
Very well, Mr. Edgeworth.
Judge: As you know, we usually call
on the police to provide a
description of the crime...
Angel: Your Honor, as Mr. Edgeworth
has said to the court...
Angel: I am a... "professional."
Judge: Uh... Huh?
What exactly dose that mean?
Edgeworth: Until two years ago, Ms.
Angel Starr was a special
investigator with the police.
Edgeworth: She was a first-rate
homicide detective.
Ema: Wh-whaaaat!?
Ms. Starr was a detective!?
Judge: ...
Judge: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-hah!
Judge: I-I know who you are!!!
Cough-up...!?
Angel: Cough-up Queen Angel Starr,
Your Honor.
Long time no see.
Judge: V-v-very well!
Y-you may continue with
the description, Ms. Starr!
Phoenix: (Just who is this lady!?)
Angel: If I might have the court's
attention over here...
Angel: The parking lot at the
Prosecutor's Office is
divided into two blocks.
Angel: A Block is for the
Prosecutor's Office personnel.
Angel: B Block is for visitors
and clients...
Angel: A chain divider separates
the two blocks.
Judge: I suppose that's to keep
visitors from taking up
prosecutor's spaces, yes.
Angel: The crime took place by a
car in the back of A Block,
in the car's trunk.
Angel: The killer stabbed the
victim with a knife and
went to drive the body out.
Angel: Unfortunately for her there
was a witness, and an arrest
was made on the spot.
Judge: And who was this
valiant "witness"...?
Angel: Why, it was me, Your Honor.
Floor Plans added to
the Court Record.
Judge: Witness, did you see the
very moment of the crime?
Angel: Of course, Your Honor.
Angel: Immediately after that,
I apprehended the Chief
Prosecutor.
Judge: Hmm... It seems rather cut
and dry, doesn't it?
Judge: Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: Uh... I can't agree on
principle, Your Honor.
Angel: It seems that some poor
losers are unwilling to
accept the truth, Your Honor.
Angel: Shall I proceed to crush what
little hope they have
remaining?
Judge: If you can...
Then give them your worst,
Ms. Starr!
Phoenix: (Wait, are they talking
about me...!?)
Witness Testimony
-- Witness's Account --
Angel: Somehow, I always knew
a day like this would come.
Angel: I was on my way to deliver
a lunchbox to my boyfriend...
Angel: When I sensed something...
perhaps it was my finely-honed
detective instincts working.
Angel: Then, through a wire fence,
I saw the chief prosecutor
standing next to a garish car.
Angel: The chief prosecutor was
holding a knife in her
right hand...
Angel: Then, she thrust the pointy
tip of the knife into
Detective Goodman's chest!
Judge: Hmm... Bringing a lunchbox
to your boyfriend?
How touching!
Edgeworth: Hmph. As you can see...
There is no room for doubt.
Judge: The key "point" of your
testimony seems to be nothing
other than...
Judge: the point of the knife which
you saw being stabbed into
Detective Goodman!
Angel: So... how does it feel
to be so utterly crushed?
Phoenix: I... I'm still thinking
about that.
Ema: I-it's merely a flesh
wound, Mr. Wright!
Judge: Very well, Mr. Wright.
You may cross-examine
the witness.
Cross Examination
-- Witness's Account --
Angel: Somehow, I always knew
a day like this would come.
>Press
Phoenix: How did you know!?
Angel: I respect the prosecutors'
basic abhorrence of crime.
Angel: Yet their methods are
ugly and twisted.
Angel: Twisted methods will
always lead to tragedy.
Edgeworth: The lunchlady's uninformed
opinion is duly noted.
Angel: Given that they are used to
erasing inconvenient evidence
at their whim...
Angel: Killing off a detective that
knew too much is merely an
extension of that.
Edgeworth: ...
Ema: Ms. Starr... do you have
something personal against
prosecutors?
Angel: I felt that I had found my
dream job when I became
an investigator...
Angel: And if I hadn't been laid off
by those prosecutors over
there, I'd still be one.
Phoenix: Laid off...?
(She was fired...)
Angel: To me, prosecutors are
nothing more than worms.
Angel: That said, I am a pro, as
you know. My testimony is
unbiased... and flawless.
Judge: Very well. You may continue,
Ms. Starr.
Angel: I was on my way to deliver
a lunchbox to my boyfriend...
>Press
Phoenix: This boyfriend... he's
the detective?
Angel: Not that boyfriend.
The security guard.
Judge: Th-"that" boyfriend?
You have... several?
Angel: Yes. "This" boyfriend, "that"
boyfriend, and "the other"
boyfriend.
Angel: Care to join?
Angel: The "yet another" boyfriend
position is still open for
applicants.
Judge: ...
I-I'll stick with the
lunch, thanks.
Ema: Note to self: the judge had
to think before replying.
Angel: The security guard room is
in the lot, in A Block.
Angel: It's up on the second level
so you can see everything
from there.
Phoenix: (That would be the room
with the "SECURITY" sign.)
Phoenix: Incidentally, did you bring
your lunchboxes by car?
Angel: Since I'm a visitor now,
I parked in B Block.
Ema: So... she was in B Block
when she witnessed the crime.
Angel: When I sensed something...
perhaps it was my finely-honed
detective instincts working.
>Press
Phoenix: You "sensed" something?
So, you're saying you had
a premonition of the murder?
Angel: It felt like... how would
you say...
Angel: Oh yes...
Angel: It was like the feeling you
get when you view a pumpkin
chock full of seeds!
Judge: I have no idea what that means.
Phoenix: Speaking of a "detective's
instincts"...
Phoenix: Wasn't the victim,
Mr. Bruce Goodman, also
a detective?
Angel: Yes, well, he was like a
young cheese.
Judge: A... young cheese?
Angel: A pale white cheese, not yet
tangy with experience on
the streets. A greenhorn.
Judge: Hmm... I, of course, am hard,
yellowed, sharp as a tack.
Ema: I bet you stink, too.
Angel: In any case, there, in the
lot, I felt something stirring
in the back of my mind...
Angel: Then, through a wire fence,
I saw the chief prosecutor
standing next to a garish car.
>Press
Phoenix: By "garish car," you mean...
Angel: Mr. Edgeworth's car, yes.
Judge: M-Mr. Edgeworth's!?
Angel: Incidentally, the knife with
which the victim was stabbed
was also Mr. Edgeworth's.
Angel: Wasn't it?
Edgeworth: ...
Indeed, it was.
Judge: Hmm! What an odd case this is.
Judge: And the person you saw...
you are sure it was the
defendant?
Angel: I saw her from no further
than thirty feet away.
Angel: I am certain it was her.
Phoenix: (If she's telling the
truth, we're doomed!)
Ema: Let's just do what we can!
Even if we don't have any
proof, we can always complain!
Phoenix: Witness! In your testimony,
you clearly stated the
following:
Phoenix: Prosecutors are nothing
more than worms.
Ergo!
Phoenix: You are a biased witness!
Angel: You might want to keep those
silly opinions to YOURSELF
in the future, rookie.
Phoenix: Huh? Rookie?
Angel: Unless you're willing to
risk the consequences of
doubting me?
Angel: I'll fry you like a fritter!
Crispy on the outside...
chewy on the inside!!!
Judge: That... That was inspiring!
Ema: I believe I've heard that
tag line elsewhere... you
could cry plagiarism?
Angel: I may be relegated to the
lowly post of lunchlady...
But my instincts are honed!
Judge: A-a photograph!
You took this!?
Angel: The moment I witnessed the
crime, my reflexes took over
and snap! I took a picture.
Angel: In fact...
One of my lunchboxes is
rigged with a camera.
Phoenix: (I suppose that's more
exciting than just hanging
it around your neck.)
Edgeworth: Er... this is my first time
seeing this photograph.
Angel: You think I'd show it to you,
a prosecutor? Think again.
Edgeworth: ...!
Angel: My boyfriend works in the
photography division of
Criminal Affairs.
Judge: Well... This is most certainly
the defendant!
Crime Photo added to
the Court Record.
Phoenix: (Uh oh, that is unmistakably
Lana Skye!)
Edgeworth: So, what was the defendant
doing at the time?
Angel: The chief prosecutor was
holding a knife in her
right hand....
>Press
Phoenix: Tell me more about this
knife that the suspect
was carrying.
Angel: Well, I'd say the blade was
about 10 centimeters long.
Angel: Is that right, Mr. Edgeworth?
It is your knife, after all.
Edgeworth: Er... Ahem, yes, that's
about right.
Angel: Prosecutors are, by nature,
well-versed in the location
of a man's vital organs.
Angel: I'm sure it was easier than
boiling an egg for my egg
salad surprise set.
Phoenix: Y-you can't testify as to
her ability to kill an egg!
I mean, a person!
Angel: Hmm? Perhaps a chicken salad
set would have been
a better metaphor?
Edgeworth: So, the defendant was holding
a knife. What then?
Angel: Then, she thrust the pointy
tip of the knife into
Detective Goodman's chest!
>Press
Phoenix: Tell the court why you didn't
try to stop this crime!
Phoenix: You did see her raise
the knife to strike, no?
Judge: Hmm...
The defense has a point.
Angel: Unfortunately, by the time
I realized what was going
on, it was already too late.
Phoenix: Too late...?
Angel: Yes... the next moment...
The chief prosecutor brought
down the murder weapon!
Phoenix: I... I see.
Ema: I-it's only a flesh wound,
Mr. Wright! We can make it!
Phoenix: You said that before.
Anything else?
Ema: Scientifically speaking...
Ms. Starr's testimony...
is flawless.
Phoenix: (Sounds pretty fatal to me.)
Ema: Wh-what do we do!? Is this it?
Is my sister guilty!?
Phoenix: Let's just keep our heads
cool and press the witness
a bit, shall we?
Phoenix: (For some reason, having her
panicking next to me makes
me calmer...)
Ema: D-don't smile like that!
Angel: Then, she thrust the pointy
tip of the knife into
Detective Goodman's chest!
>Present: Crime Photo
Phoenix: And you witnessed this?
Phoenix: You saw Ms. Skye stab the
victim with the knife?
Angel: As I've already said, yes!
I swear it on my finest
"Salmon Swirl" lunch!
Judge: Hmm!!!
I'm sure that is a fine lunch!
Phoenix: But... isn't that odd?
Look at this photograph!
Phoenix: This is the photograph
you took of the very moment
of the crime, is it not?
Phoenix: Then why is Ms. Skye not
holding a knife!?
Angel: ...
Edgeworth: ...
Judge: ... Ahem.
Judge: Mr. Edgeworth, your
thoughts?
Edgeworth: Objection.
Phoenix: Let's be a little
more careful with
our evidence, shall we?
Edgeworth: It is you that needs to
be more careful, Mr. Wright!
Judge: What do you mean,
Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth: This photograph was not
taken the moment before
the stabbing...
Edgeworth: This was taken the moment
AFTER the stabbing!
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: H-how can you tell that!?
Angel: Blood splatter.
Phoenix: Huh?
Angel: See the dark crimson stain
on the Chief Prosecutor's
coat?
Phoenix: (It's a black-and-white
photograph!)
Judge: Ah... yes, it's hard to
tell, but this could be blood.
Edgeworth: Well, Mr. Wright?
I see no problem here.
Edgeworth: No problem... except you.
Ema: Mr. Wright! Are you going
to just sit there and take
that kind of abuse!?
Phoenix: (Argh... You got a better
idea?)
[E5-02-01]
A>Objection!
B>No problem!
[E5-02-01-B]
Answer: No problem!
Phoenix: Now that you mention it,
I see no problem here.
Phoenix: Other than myself.
Ema: M-Mr. Wright! You can't just
let him walk all over you!
Th-that's just sad!
Angel: Feeling sad, Mr. Wright?
Perhaps a special "Lover's
Lunchbox" would cheer you up?
Judge: Well, that was a waste
of time.
Judge: Let's continue with
the testimony.
Phoenix: (Perhaps I should have
dug a little deeper...)
[E5-02-01-A]
Answer: Objection!
Phoenix: Wait! That contradicts
what the witness said
in her testimony!
Phoenix: Namely, that she took the
picture the "moment"
she witnessed the crime!
Angel: Well, it seems I was
slightly unclear.
My apologies.
Phoenix: ...
Angel: ...
Phoenix: Th-that's it!?
Angel: If you run out of lunch,
you order seconds. Problem
solved!
Angel: If you don't like it, try
ordering the jumbo sized
lunch from the get-go!
Ema: Good advice.
I'm not sure I understood
it, but... good advice.
Angel: I didn't have time to
stop her.
Angel: Prosecutor Skye was cold,
calculating, like a robot.
Angel: She killed without pain
or remorse! It was a
premeditated murder!
Phoenix: P-premeditated!?
How do you know!?
Edgeworth: Look at the chief prosecutor's
hands in that photograph.
Judge: Well...!
Are those... gloves?
Edgeworth: Surgical gloves made of thin
rubber, most likely. Why
would she have those on?
Phoenix: Uh...
Edgeworth: If it was not premeditated,
she would not be wearing
those gloves!
Phoenix: Waaaaaargh!
Judge: These gloves do seem to
tell a tale of premeditation!
Angel: Premeditated murder...
a serious offense.
Judge: Witness! Add this to your
testimony!
Angel: The murder was planned!
The rubber gloves prove it!
>Press
Phoenix: What if she was just in
the habit of wearing gloves?
Like, driving gloves?
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: The gloves were admitted as
evidence when the defendant
was arrested!
Edgeworth: They were rubber gloves, of
the kind used for autopsies!
Angel: In other words, when the
chief prosecutor came to the
crime scene...
Angel: She came to do murder!
It's the only possible
conclusion one can make.
Angel: Everything was planned, it
was a premeditated crime!
Phoenix: Arrrrgh!
Judge: Impressive! I'm sorry they
took you off the force,
Ms. Starr!
Phoenix: (This is bad...)
Phoenix: (She's got them thinking
this was all planned...)
Phoenix: (If she can prove this claim,
the trial's already over!)
Phoenix: (I've got to think of a way
to show that this wasn't
premeditated!)
Angel: The murder was planned!
The rubber gloves prove it!
>Present: Edgeworth's Knife
Phoenix: Witness, do you know
what this is?
Angel: Are you trying to test me?
I sell box lunches for
a living, you know.
Angel: That's a knife. THE knife.
Angel: The knife that was in
Mr. Edgeworth's trunk!
Edgeworth: Indeed, it is my knife.
What's with this case!?
The bloody murder weapon
a red car... all belonging to
the prosecutor there!?
The defendant is the chief
prosecutor for the district,
right?
Mommy, are prosecutors
bad people?
Phoenix: The defense has a request.
Phoenix: We ask that the witness
provide an ACCURATE testimony.
Angel: What's that, Rookie?
Phoenix: In your testimony...
Phoenix: You stated that Lana Skye
planned this murder.
Phoenix: And that's why she was
wearing those special gloves.
Judge: Seems like a natural
conclusion to me! The gloves
do indicate planning...
Phoenix: However!
Phoenix: Why would she not also
prepare the most important
thing... the murder weapon!?
Angel: Oh.
Phoenix: This knife just happened to
be in the trunk of that car.
Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen, if
you're going to plan a murder,
you don't forget the weapon!
Angel: Ugh... Woooooooorrrgh!
Judge: Order! Order! Order!
Phoenix: (Great! Now the tide is
turning in our favor!)
Ema: Great show, Mr. Wright!
My sister's as good as free!
Edgeworth: Wright.
Edgeworth: I believe the next lunch
you'll be eating is...
humble pie!
Phoenix: W-what!?
Edgeworth: I hope you weren't deluding
yourself into thinking that
the "tide has turned."
Edgeworth: Not over such a trifling
detail!
Phoenix: B-but this shoots a hole in
the whole premeditated theory!
Edgeworth: Bah!
Edgeworth: The prosecution could care
less if it was premeditated
or not.
Edgeworth: The only one who seems to
care is that lunchlady over
there.
Angel: !
Edgeworth: The defendant, Lana Skye,
murdered a detective with
a knife.
Edgeworth: That is the only thing the
prosecution need prove.
Nothing else.
Angel: Very good, Mr. Prosecutor...
I suppose you think you're
clever now?
Angel: But you know as well a I do
that she planned on killing
him! It was planned!
Angel: If it wasn't, why would she
have been wearing...
Judge: I believe I'd like to hear
your testimony again.
Edgeworth: Witness, please tell us only
what you "saw," not what
you "thought."
Angel: How dare you!
Angel: My powers of deduction are
not to be underestimated!
Phoenix: (Really now...)
Witness Testimony
-- Angel's Deduction --
Angel: Lana Skye intended to
murder Detective Goodman!
Angel: That's why she called the
victim all the way to the
Prosecutor's Office.
Angel: I'm sure the Chief Prosecutor
had a grudge against the
victim.
Angel: Nothing else could drive that
human machine to plunge the
knife in again and again...
Judge: The victim was summoned from
the Police Department to the
Prosecutor's Office..
Judge: It does sound a lot like
premeditation, doesn't it!?
Ema: So, if I order pizza, does
that mean I'm planning
to kill the delivery boy?
Judge: In any case, the defense may
now cross-examine the witness.
Cross Examination
-- Angel's Deduction --
Angel: Lana Skye intended to
murder Detective Goodman!
>Press
Phoenix: You've said that, but you
haven't told us how you know!
Angel: That's what I'm about
to tell you, Rookie!
Judge: I believe what she just said
was a mere prelude to the
story she is about to tell.
Judge: Try not to interrupt her
again.
Angel: Rookie...
Angel: Never interrupt a storyteller!
It's like pulling a bun out
of the oven half-baked!
Phoenix: (Something's half-baked
here alright, and it's you!)
Edgeworth: Try not to confuse the
defense, witness. They're
not very quick on their feet.
Edgeworth: Now, why did you believe
the suspect had intentions
to murder the victim?
Angel: Her actions speak for
themselves!
Angel: That's why she called the
victim all the way to the
Prosecutor's Office.
>Press
Phoenix: You have no proof that
Ms. Skye called him there!
Angel: You have no proof that
she didn't!
Judge: Hmm... Mr. Edgeworth, thoughts?
Edgeworth: There is no record of a call
mad on the defendant, Ms.
Lana Skye's phone.
Angel: She might have written him
a letter!
Phoenix: (C'mon! You could have tried
"public phone" first, at least!)
Edgeworth: In any case, the victim came
to the Prosecutor's Office,
where he was murdered.
Judge: I'm sure he had a reason
to be there.
Judge: Witness?
Judge: Why do you think it was
the suspect who summoned
the victim that day?
Angel: I'm sure the Chief Prosecutor
had a grudge against the
victim.
>Press
Phoenix: What kind of "grudge"!?
Angel: Well, I wouldn't know that.
Phoenix: Of course you don't!
That's because she didn't
have a grudge!
Angel: Rookie...
Angel: I have a lunchbox here.
Now... what's inside?
Phoenix: H-how am I supposed to know!?
Angel: See? We agree there is a
lunchbox here, but we don't
know what's inside!
Angel: A person's life is like
a lunchbox with pretzels.
Don't you agree?
Judge: I-I get it! That's why my
lunch was so salty!
Phoenix: (This judge isn't very
good with metaphors...)
Edgeworth: The suspect had a grudge
against Detective Goodman.
Edgeworth: Will you tell us your
basis for thinking this?
Angel: It's simple...
Angel: Nothing else could drive that
human machine to plunge the
knife in again and again...
>Press
Phoenix: A "human machine"!?
That's a contradiction!
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: Please...
Edgeworth: Can't you find fault with
something of substance,
Mr. Wright?
Ema: Note to self: Mr. Edgeworth's
sighs smell like citrus fruit.
Phoenix: Umm...
Phoenix: You say "again and again"...
how many times did she stab
him, exactly?
Angel: We often say "chop into a
thousand pieces," but we don't
actually mean 1,000 pieces.
Angel: What difference does it make
if the deed is done!?
Phoenix: (How come she's getting mad
at me!?)
Judge: Let's just say she stabbed
him several times and leave
it at that.
Phoenix: (Leave it at that!? This
is a murder case, people!)
Ema: Mr. Wright, you should speak
up if you have an objection,
you know!
Phoenix: (Ms. Starr has turned out to
be as short-tempered as she
looked when we met her.)
Phoenix: (Challenging her abilities
as a detective really set
her off!)
Ema: The short wick burns
out the fastest!
It's a scientific fact!
Phoenix: I wonder... wouldn't it
depend on the size of the
candle?
Phoenix: I mean, add more wax and
even a really short wick
will burn longer...
Ema: ...
Ema: Obviously, more scientific
testing is required!
Angel: Nothing else could drive that
human machine to plunge the
knife in again and again...
>Present: Goodman's Autopsy Report
Phoenix: You say she stabbed him
again and again...
Phoenix: But you couldn't have
witnessed that!
Angel: Are you testing me...?
Then I'll test you!
Angel: With my Moss Surprise!!!
Edgeworth: I'm afraid the moss is
growing under our feet as
we wait, Ms. Starr.
Angel: ...!?
Judge: W-what do you mean?
Edgeworth: I shouldn't have to explain
this...
But, take a look.
Edgeworth: The autopsy report states that
death was due to a loss of
blood... from one stab wound.
Judge: Ah hah! You're right!
Good show, Mr. Edgeworth!
Ema: What a hunk!
He's my hero, really.
Phoenix: (What about my objection?
No one noticed?)
Judge: Well, witness?
Angel: You got the Crime
Scene Set, right?
Judge: Uh... oh, thanks.
Angel: I always believed that no one
could ever mistake ketchup
for blood....
Angel: But now, I realize that such
mistakes are possible.
Edgeworth: So...
You're saying you mistook
something... for blood?
Angel: When she lifted her knife, I
thought I saw blood at her
breast...
Angel: Splattered blood from her
victim!
Angel: That's why I thought she
must have stabbed him at
least twice.
Judge: Then tell us what you saw that
you thought was blood! Testify!
Angel: ...
Angel: Her red muffler looked like
blood to me... that's how
ghastly the whole scene was.
>Press
Phoenix: Her red muffler?
Angel: Yes, like a scarf. The Chief
Prosecutor always wears one
around her neck.
Angel: So she can be easily
hanged at a moment's
notice, I suppose...
Phoenix: (She's right...)
Phoenix: (Ms. Skye was wearing a
red scarf... wasn't she?)
Phoenix: But wait...
Phoenix: Isn't it odd that you mistook
that for splattered blood?
Angel: ...
Judge: Well, people often mistake
my beard...
Judge: For a bib.
Phoenix: (A judge with a bib. That's
why this place feels so much
like kindergarten sometimes.)
Angel: Actually...
Angel: I do think I saw some traces
of blood on her chest...
Edgeworth: However, the autopsy report is
clear on this matter.
Edgeworth: There was only one knife
wound.
Angel: ...
Phoenix: (Apparently, Ms. Starr isn't
entirely sure of her own
testimony.)
Ema: Mr. Wright!
This is our chance!!!
Phoenix: Chance for what, I wonder...?
Angel: Her red muffler looked like
blood to me... that's how
ghastly the whole scene was.
>Present: Crime Photo
Phoenix: Ms. Starr! I demand
an explanation...
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: The witness is clearly not
suited for detective work.
Angel: W-what!?
Edgeworth: The suspect was not wearing
a scarf or muffler of any kind
when she stabbed the victim.
Edgeworth: And you've proved it yourself!
With this photograph!
Angel: Huh? B-but that...
That can't be!
Edgeworth: Only a true professional
could be so clueless.
Edgeworth: I'm sure you'll make a good
lunchlady, have no fear.
Judge: Hmm!
Harsh words! But good!
Ema: In the end, Mr. Edgeworth
prevails!
Phoenix: (What was my objection,
chopped liver!?)
Angel: B-but it was there, a scarf,
no, not that, but something
red! Really!
Edgeworth: Well now, where were we?
Edgeworth: The witness has given us
an entertaining interlude,
now back to business.
Angel: Wh-what!?
Judge: Very well, witness,
continue your testimony.
Judge: You saw the crime, and
apprehended the suspect...
Judge: Tell us about that.
Angel: ......
Very well.
Angel: I do remember some things
accurately, at least.
Phoenix: (Ultimately, we couldn't
shake the most important
part of her testimony.)
Ema: The most important part...?
Phoenix: The part where your sister
stabs the victim!
Phoenix: (This next testimony might
just be the moment of truth!)
Witness Testimony
-- Apprehending the Suspect --
Angel: After the murder, the suspect
attempted to run behind a
partition off to her side.
Angel: I quickly caught her,
explained her rights to her,
and arrested her on the spot.
Angel: Ah, yes. When I arrested her,
she mentioned the muffler!
Angel: That's what had me confused
in my earlier testimony!
Angel: The chief prosecutor made to
escape, but against Angel
Starr, resistance is futile!
Judge: You are quite determined
about this scarf, aren't you?
Angel: I strike like a snake
and bite like a cobra!
Angel: That's me. Angel Starr.
Phoenix: That wasn't a very good
metaphor. First of all, a
cobra is a kind of snake.
Angel: Don't bother me with details,
unless you want to get bitten!
Phoenix: N-no thanks!
Ema: Note to self: Attorney
Wright gets bitten by
snake.
Angel: The chief prosecutor tried
to resist, but her efforts
were in vain.
Angel: She knocked my hands aside,
kicked over an oil drum...
Phoenix: O-oil drum?
(Hard to imagine...)
Angel: Oh, she's beautiful, but
deadly! A predator, this one!
A leopard woman! Rowr!
Judge: Very well, Mr. Wright.
Your cross-examination,
if you will.
Cross Examination
-- Apprehending the Suspect --
Angel: After the murder, the suspect
attempted to run behind a
partition off to her side.
>Press
Phoenix: So where is this "partition"
on the floor plans?
Edgeworth: I'm sure she means this
wall next to the car.
Phoenix: (That's right...)
Phoenix: (There was a wall there...
about 6 feet high.)
Angel: She was obviously trying
to hide herself.
Angel: Quite a natural thing for a
criminal to do!
Edgeworth: And what did you do then?
Angel: I quickly caught her,
explained her rights to her,
and arrested her on the spot.
>Press
Phoenix: You say "quickly"... were
you close to the suspect?
Angel: As I just said!
Angel: I was only 30 feet away
from here the whole time.
Phoenix: (Hmm... maybe I should
press her for more details?)
[E5-02-02]
A>Leave her alone
B>Press her
[E5-02-02-A]
Answer: Leave her alone
Phoenix: (How far away was she when
she witnessed the murder?)
Phoenix: (I guess I could just look
at the picture to find out.)
Phoenix: Very well, you may continue
with your testimony.
[E5-02-02-B]
Answer: Press her
Phoenix: I'd like to see this on
the floor plans, just to
be safe.
Phoenix: The Lunchland car was...
Edgeworth: She was a "visitor," thus,
she was parked in B Block.
Phoenix: So, you witnessed the
murder from... here?
Judge: That would make it about
30 feet from the car, yes.
Phoenix: Is that correct, Ms. Starr?
Angel: Y-yes, that's right.
Judge: But, there was a chain link
fence in front of you...?
Angel: I went over it, of course.
Judge: Amazing! The Cough-up Queen,
lunchlady athlete, indeed.
Ema: It would have taken her
a little time to climb
over the fence.
Ema: So she couldn't have gotten
to my sister THAT fast...
Phoenix: (Yeah, that fence was about
nine feet high, too.)
Phoenix: (How come Ms. Skye didn't
get away?)
Angel: When I arrested her, she
mentioned the muffler!
>Press
Phoenix: She mentioned the muffler?
What exactly did she say?
Angel: If I remembered exactly
I would have told you in
my testimony!
Phoenix: (Cheeky!)
Angel: Anyway, all I heard her
say was the word "muffler."
Judge: Just that one word?
Edgeworth: So... what you heard wasn't
the suspect talking to you,
but to someone else?
Angel: Yes. The chief prospector
was talking on her phone!
Phoenix: (Her phone? You mean...
this cell phone?)
[E5-02-03]
A>Ask further
B>Leave it be
[E5-02-03-B]
Answer: Leave it be
Phoenix: (Ms. Skye's cell phone...)
Phoenix: (The last number she called
was her sister, Ema!)
Phoenix: (Hmm... if I press this too
hard, who knows who the
snake will bite...?)
Edgeworth: The witness may continue
with her testimony.
[E5-02-03-A]
Answer: Ask further
Phoenix: By phone... do you mean
this cell phone, discovered
at the crime scene?
Angel: Yes, ultimately.
Edgeworth: Ultimately?
Angel: My memory...
It's like a salmon, heading
upstream, you see.
Judge: N-no, the court doesn't
see, Ms. Starr.
Angel: The chief prosecutor first
attempted to use the phone
hanging on the wall.
Judge: On the wall?
Phoenix: (That's right! Near the car...
there was an emergency
phone on the wall!)
Angel: Apparently, it was out
of order.
Judge: And so she used her
cell phone?
Edgeworth: Indeed, the emergency phone
was out of order that day.
Judge: Hmm. Good witnessing, witness!
Phoenix: (Good witnessing? What ever
happened to good testifying?)
Judge: You should of course add
this to your testimony.
Angel: The things I do to please
this rookie defense attorney.
Cell phone updated in
the Court Record.
Angel: That's what had me confused
in my earlier testimony!
>Press
Phoenix: So, you never saw this
muffler?
Angel: ...!
Judge: Witness?
Edgeworth: As the photograph proves,
she couldn't have seen it.
Angel: ...
That's true.
Ema: Ms. Starr...
is acting strangely.
Ema: First she mistakes a scarf
for splattered blood...
Ema: And now she says she didn't
see any scarf!
Phoenix: (She doesn't strike me as
the kind of witness to make
careless mistakes, either...)
Phoenix: (I'm sure she saw something
red... but what!?)
Angel: The chief prosecutor made to
escape, but against Angel
Starr, resistance is futile!
>Press
Phoenix: She "made to escape"...
Can you be more specific?
Angel: She brushed aside my hand
and ran!
Angel: It was a terrible sight to
see, like a dollop of lard
on a pate of foie gras!
Phoenix: (Huh?)
Angel: She even kicked over an oil
drum at me!
Phoenix: A-an oil drum!?
Judge: There was an oil drum lying
on its side at the scene
of the crime.
Edgeworth: But, it's strange...
Judge: Hmm? What's that?
Edgeworth: If she wanted to escape...
why didn't she run the
other way?
Judge: The other... ah!
The car entrance!
Ema: Th-that's right!
Ema: It doesn't make any sense that
she would run from behind the
partition to the oil drums!
Angel: ...
Ema: Excellent! More mysteries!
Phoenix: I wish we could solve a few
before finding more, though...
Phoenix: (So Ms. Skye tried to run?)
Ema: I'm sorry my sister is
so suspicious, Mr. Wright...
Phoenix: Not as sorry as I am.
Ema: But she didn't do it!
You have to believe me!
Angel: She gave up trying to use
the phone on the wall and
just used her cell phone!
>Press
Phoenix: Um... do you think you could
restate your testimony for
the court?
Judge: Ah hah! I was going to
ask the same thing!
Angel: I'll only say this one time,
so listen close, Rookies.
Angel: The chief prosecutor stabbed
the victim, and ran behind
the partition.
Angel: Then she picked up the
emergency phone on the
wall, but it was out of order.
Angel: So she pulled her own
cell phone out of her
pocket.
Judge: And during that time, you
climbed over the chain link
fence...
Angel: Then, when I boldly grabbed
her arm...
Angel: The chief prosecutor hung
up her phone!
Phoenix: And you saw her doing this?
Ema: ...?
What is it, Mr. Wright?
Angel: She gave up trying to use
the phone on the wall and
just used her cell phone!
>Present: Parking Lot Floor Plans
Phoenix: I have to conclude that you
have a personal grudge against
Ms. Lana Skye.
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: The witness is a former
detective.
Edgeworth: Her testimony is unmarred
by personal bias.
Angel: Well, who would have thought
you would be my knight in
shining armor, prosecutor?
Angel: You who, together with
the chief prosecutor, kicked
me out two years ago!
Edgeworth: ...
Phoenix: Well, Ms. Starr...
Phoenix: This is a fatal contradiction
with your testimony...
How do you explain this?
Angel: Hmph!
I don't know what you're
talking about.
Angel: Mess with me...
and I'll make you cough it
ALL up!
Phoenix: Ahem.
Let's look at the floor plans.
Phoenix: You said you witnessed the
crime from this point.
Phoenix: However, if that's true...
Phoenix: You couldn't possibly have
seen Ms. Skye making that
phone call!
Angel: ...!
Phoenix: I believe you see what
I'm getting at.
Phoenix: That emergency phone was
on the back side of this
partition.
Phoenix: If, indeed, you were in
B Block...
You couldn't have seen it!
Angel: Wha...
Angel: Waaaaaaaaaaarrrgh!
Judge: Order! Order!
What is the meaning of this?
Phoenix: It's simple, Your Honor.
Phoenix: She's not coughing up lunch...
she's coughing up lies!!!
Angel: Grrr!
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: That's quite a claim,
Mr. Wright... perhaps you
will allow me a question?
Edgeworth: tell us exactly what lie
this witness has told the
court!
Phoenix: (Here's where the counter-
attack begins! I can't afford
to get this wrong!)
Phoenix: The witness lied about...
[E5-02-04]
A>What she saw
B>Where she saw it
C>The order of events
[E5-02-04-A]
Answer: What she saw
Phoenix: She lied about what
she saw! In other words,
Phoenix: she didn't see
Ms. Skye using that
emergency phone!
Judge: It does seem hard to imagine
how she could have!
Very logical!
Angel: ...
Edgeworth: ...
Phoenix: (What's the matter, Starr?
Cat got your lunchbox?)
Ema: Um, Mr. Wright... I hate to
bother you while you're
celebrating your victory...
Ema: But why would Ms. Starr
lie like that?
Phoenix: Huh?
Ema: Why would she say that
my sister had tried to
use the phone, but failed?
Ema: It doesn't make any sense!
Why lie about something so
insignificant?
Phoenix: Oh...
(Dang, she's right!)
Ema: I mean, maybe she really
did see her try to use
the emergency phone.
Edgeworth: I see no room for doubt here.
Angel: You ordered the P'tooey on
rice, right?
Judge: Mr. Wright!
And I thought you had
something there!
Phoenix: Ugh.
(One... one more try!)
Edgeworth: Hmph. I see it in your eyes.
You haven't learned your
lesson, have you?
Edgeworth: Tell us exactly what lie
this witness has told the
court!
[E5-02-04-C]
Answer: The order of events
Phoenix: She lied about the order
of events!
Phoenix: Ms. Skye used that emergency
phone BEFORE the murder!
Judge: I-I see!
I hadn't thought of that!
Angel: ...
Edgeworth: ...
Phoenix: (That took the wind out
of her sails!)
Ema: Um, Mr. Wright... I hate to
bother you while you're
celebrating your victory...
Ema: But... why would anyone use
the emergency phone before
the murder?
Phoenix: Huh?
Edgeworth: Just when you think he can't
sink any lower, he amazes us.
I applaud you, Mr. Wright.
Angel: You ordered the Orange-peel
Lunchbox, right?
Judge: I guess that teaches me to
not get excited BEFORE the
evidence!
Phoenix: Ugh.
(One... one more try!)
Edgeworth: Hmph. I see it in your eyes.
You haven't learned your
lesson, have you?
Edgeworth: Tell us exactly what lie
this witness has told the
court!
[E5-02-04-B]
Answer: Where she saw it
Phoenix: She tried to use the
emergency phone... but it
was out of order.
Phoenix: What is significant about
this fact?
Phoenix: Nothing. It would be pointless
for her to lie about it!
Judge: Pointless to lie... I see!
Phoenix: The witness did actually see
Ms. Skye using the emergency
phone.
Phoenix: In other words...
Phoenix: Ms. Starr witnessed the
crime from a different location!
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: A different location!?
Edgeworth: Now that's a pointless
lie if I ever heard one!
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: Before you call my lie
pointless...
at least let me tell it!
Judge: Let me ask a question to our
clever wordsmith, Mr. Wright.
Judge: Just where was the witness
when she saw the crime!?
Phoenix: (All the testimony we've heard
until now points in one
direction...)
Phoenix: The place from where Ms.
Starr witnessed this crime
was... here!
[E5-02-05]
A>Present: Irrelevant Area
B>Present: Telephone Area
C>Present: Security Room
[E5-02-05-A]
>Present: Irrelevant Area
Phoenix: I think!
I mean, it's highly likely
that's where she was.
Angel: You "think"?
Edgeworth: It's "highly likely"?
Ema: Your cavalier attitude stands
in stark contrast to your
feeble argument, Mr. Wright.
Edgeworth: Her being there wouldn't
change a thing!
Judge: Please, Mr. Wright,
think before you speak.
Phoenix: Ah... uh, yes, Your Honor.
[E5-02-05-B]
>Present: Telephone Area
Phoenix: If she was here, she could
see the emergency phone!
Judge: Th-that's true!
Judge: That solves the mystery!
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: That would allow her to
see the emergency phone,
yes...
Edgeworth: But if she was there...
Edgeworth: She would have been able to
arrest her well before she
dialed her cell phone!
Phoenix: Oh...
Angel: You doubt my speed?
I can run 150 feet in
nine seconds, you know!
Phoenix: (Is that really that fast?)
Judge: Not as fast as your witty
rejoinders!
Phoenix: Ah... uh, yes, Your Honor.
[E5-02-05-C]
>Present: Security Room
Phoenix: This is the only place
where she could have been.
Judge: The security guard room?
Edgeworth: Indeed, the security room
in the underground parking lot
is well positioned...
Edgeworth: It's built on the second
level, so you can see the
entire lot.
Judge: Hmm... She would have been
able to see the emergency
phone from there.
Judge: But why there? There are many
other places where she could
have seen the phone.
Phoenix: Not in this case, Your Honor.
Phoenix: The witness, not being part
of the Prosecutor's Office,
couldn't park in A Block.
Phoenix: The only place where she could
have seen the crime and the
back of the partition is here.
Phoenix: I remember in your testimony,
you said...
Phoenix: You brought a lunch to
your "boyfriend" in the
security guard room, yes?
Phoenix: Well, Ms. Starr?
Angel: ...
Angel: How many years have I been
getting the better of men...?
Angel: To think that the tables
could be turned...
Angel: Today, a man has got the
better of Angel Starr!
Judge: Order! Order!
Witness!
Judge: What have you done!?
You used to be a detective!
You should know better!
Angel: I'm not turning back.
Angel: The guilty will be punished.
Angel: And I'll do what I must
to make sure justice prevails.
Phoenix: (The guilty... is she talking
about Ms. Skye...?)
Ema: Um, Mr. Wright? Doesn't this
strike you as odd?
Ema: Why did Ms. Starr lie?
It doesn't make sense!
Phoenix: Huh?
Ema: She could have just said she
saw the crime from the
security guard station.
Ema: It wouldn't change anything!
Edgeworth: Exactly!
Edgeworth: This photograph tells all!
It was the defendant who
stabbed the victim!
Edgeworth: That truth still stands!
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: It "still stands"?
I disagree, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth: Wh-what!?
Phoenix: If a witness is found to be
lying, they're guilty of
perjury. She knows this.
Phoenix: She wouldn't risk that without
a good reason!
Judge: So, tell us what her
reason was, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix: ...
Huh? M-me?
Judge: Who else!?
Ema: Mr. Wright!
Let's review what we know!
Phoenix: (Ms. Starr witnessed the
crime from the security
guard station...)
Phoenix: (But she lied and said she
saw it from B Block...)
Phoenix: (It must make a vital
difference... but what?
What would change...?)
[E5-02-06]
A>Angle of view to the crime
B>Distance to the crime
C>Difference in lighting
[E5-02-06-A]
Answer: Angle of view to the crime
Phoenix: Why, the angle at which
she saw the crime occur
would change!
Judge: The angle...?
What do you mean!?
Phoenix: Uh, um, well...
Phoenix: The security guard station
is on the second floor...
and um...
Phoenix: She would have sort of a
more 3-D view of the crime.
Judge: And this is important... why?
Phoenix: Um...
Judge: ...
Phoenix: ...
Judge: Perhaps you'd like to
reconsider, Mr. Wright?
[E5-02-06-C]
Answer: Difference in lighting
Phoenix: It's a difference in lighting!
Judge: Lighting...?
What does that mean!?
Phoenix: Well, it means, uh...
Phoenix: See, the security guard
station is on the second
level...
Phoenix: So, uh, she would have seen
the crime in better lighting
conditions.
Judge: And this is important... why?
Phoenix: Um...
Judge: ...
Phoenix: ...
Judge: Perhaps you'd like to
reconsider, Mr. Wright?
[E5-02-06-B]
Answer: Distance to the crime
Phoenix: It changes the distance
between her and the scene
of the crime!
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: My condolences, Mr. Wright...
But one look at the floor
plans and it's quite clear.
Edgeworth: The distance between the
scene of the crime and the
guard station is 30 feet.
Edgeworth: I don't see how that would
change what she could see.
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: What she saw is not in
question here.
Phoenix: What matters is the time it
would take her to reach
the scene of the crime!
Edgeworth: ...!
Phoenix: Ms. Starr! You witnessed the
crime from the security
guard station!
Phoenix: Now, how long did it take you
to go from there...
Phoenix: to the scene of the crime,
where you arrested Ms. Skye!?
Angel: ...
Judge: Well, witness?
Angel: You...
Phoenix: Y-yes...?
Angel: You ordered the Squid
Wheels, right?
Phoenix: (The quality of my lunches
has gone from low to inedible.)
Angel: I was bringing a PB&J lunch
with fresh boysenberry jam
to my boyfriend.
Judge: Hmm...
Boysenberry for the boyfriend!
Angel: He wasn't in the station,
so I waited.
Angel: I witnessed the crime
from the glass-walled
station...
Angel: and before I knew what I was
doing, I found myself running
towards the scene.
Angel: But... the door was locked.
I couldn't open it.
Angel: That's why I had to go through
the visitor's parking in
B Block.
Judge: That's quite a detour.
Angel: It probably took me at least
five minutes to get to the
scene of the crime.
Judge: F-f-f-five minutes!?
Judge: Hmm... This changes things
considerably!
Angel: But, it was that woman
over there in the defendant's
chair who stabbed him!
Angel: I know it! I have photographic
evidence!
Angel: I swear it...
I swear it on my finest
plastic spork!
Judge: You have a point.
And the spork is a
wonderful invention.
Angel: Would you like another
Caviar Lunch...?
Judge: Absolutely!
Phoenix: (Uh oh...)
Ema: Mr. Wright!
You have to do something!
Phoenix: (Do I have any evidence
to stop this...?)
[E5-02-07]
A>Raise an objection
B>Sit back and observe
[E5-02-07-B]
Answer: Sit back and observe
Phoenix: (I think I need more
evidence before I go sticking
my spork in this mess...)
Judge: Woo! Caviar!
Ah... how it makes my eyes
tingle!
Ema: Mr. Wright!
Ema: No evidence can win against
the raw power of caviar!
It's a scientific fact!
Ema: The only thing that's left...
Is your strong presence and
deft powers of deduction!
Phoenix: ...!
Ema: Let's screw the lid back
on those overpriced fish eggs!
[Continue at E5-02-07-A]
[E5-02-07-A]
Answer: Raise an objection
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: Five minutes between the
witnessing of the murder and
the arrest! Think about it!
Phoenix: You could make pasta in that
amount of time!
If you like it al dente!
Angel: I've got lunchboxes that
tie pasta into knots, Rookie!
Phoenix: A five minute "blank"...
Isn't that strange!?
Edgeworth: Strange...?
Phoenix: If you were a criminal...
What would you do with
five minutes, Your Honor?
Judge: Well, um...
I guess I'd flee the scene. Hey!
Judge: D-don't get the wrong idea!
I didn't kill anyone...
Phoenix: But you have the instincts
of a killer! You would run!
But this time was different!
Phoenix: Ms. Skye dawdled at the
scene of the crime... she
even had her picture taken!
Phoenix: No true criminal would act
this way! It's inconceivable!
Angel: Y-
Angel: yeeeaaargh!
Judge: Well then.
Judge: It seems we've come to the
end of this testimony.
Judge: She has a grudge against the
defendant, and there is a
blank in her testimony.
Angel: ...!
Judge: Mr. Edgeworth, is the next
witness ready to go?
Edgeworth: Unfortunately...
Edgeworth: I appear to have overestimated
this witness on account of her
professional history...
Ema: We did it!
We screwed that
can shut, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix: (Th-that was too close!)
Judge: I'm afraid that the Cough-up
Queen has been dethroned.
Judge: And with that,
court is adjourned!
???: HOLD IT!
Angel: Mr. Edgeworth, you ordered
the Squid Wheels, right?
Phoenix: (That's the one she tried
to foist off on me!)
Edgeworth: I prefer to not take the
defense team's leftovers.
Anything else to say?
Angel: I... might be able to save
you.
Angel: I have decisive evidence.
Judge: Wh-what was that!?
Phoenix: (Is this another one of
her trick lunchboxes!?)
Judge: My apologies, but we have
no further questions to
ask of you, Ms. Starr.
Angel: Ah...
Angel: Is this your jumbo
lunchbox?
Judge: Whoo hoo!
A triple-decker!
Judge: Out of deference to the
witness's determination,
I'll allow one more testimony!
Judge: Let's hear about this
decisive evidence.
Angel: Like the Lunchland motto
says, you won't be disappointed!
Phoenix: (What's she going to pull
out of her lunchbox this
time!?)
Witness Testimony
-- Decisive Evidence --
Angel: I should have mentioned those
five minutes when I wasn't
looking at the crime scene.
Angel: And now, to the matter of
the victim's shoe...
Did I not bring this up...?
Angel: Two types of blood were
found on this shoe!
Angel: One was of course the
victim's.
Angel: And the other was...!
The defendant, Ms. Lana
Skye's blood!
Angel: This shoe proves it!
It's flawless, decisive
evidence!
Judge: Wh-what!? There was
blood found on that shoe!?
Angel: Try Lunchland, for all your
lunch and decisive evidence
needs!
Edgeworth: Witness, what's the meaning
of this?
Edgeworth: Why is this the first time
I've heard of this evidence?
Angel: Simple. As I've already
said...
Angel: I don't trust you with
evidence, Mr. Edgeworth!
Angel: That's why I took the liberty
of investigating this myself.
Edgeworth: And... you had blood tests
performed?
Angel: Didn't I mention?
Angel: I have three boyfriends
in forensics.
Edgeworth: In any case, Your Honor,
I can't accept this as
evidence!
Angel: What...?
Edgeworth: You should know the two
rules of evidence law,
Ms. Starr!
Edgeworth: Rule 1: no evidence shall be
shown without the approval
of the Police Department!
Edgeworth: In other words, this shoe
is illegal evidence!
At least, for the time being!
Ema: I-is that right, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix: It seems so.
Edgeworth sure is celebrating.
Angel: Not so fast, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth: ...!
Angel: Don't forget... I used
to be a detective!
Angel: As I mentioned previously...
Angel: This shoe has already been
tested by a member of the
forensics department!
Angel: As you can see, it was
approved by the Police
Department as of... today.
Angel: Even the general public
can produce official
evidence, Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth: Nuh... Ungh!
Ema: I-is that right, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix: It seems so.
Edgeworth is looking pretty
sullen.
Ema: You could at least study some
evidence law! Really!
Judge: The prosecution's complaints
notwithstanding...
Judge: It appears that this evidence
satisfies the first rule
of evidence law.
Judge: Well...
Judge: It seems you have yet another
count against you, witness.
Angel: Anything to ensure that the
guilty are properly judged.
Victim's Shoe added to
the Court Record.
Judge: Very well, Mr. Wright,
you may cross-examine
the witness!
Cross Examination
-- Decisive Evidence --
Angel: I should have mentioned those
five minutes when I wasn't
looking at the crime scene.
>Press
Phoenix: Why did you lie about
those five minutes?
Angel: I guess you could say, I just
wanted people to look at the
results.
Phoenix: The... results?
Angel: How many times do I have
to say this?
Angel: I saw the chief prosecutor
stab the victim before my
very own eyes!
Angel: Compared to that...
A five minute "blank" means
nothing!
Edgeworth: Then why didn't you just
tell the truth!
Angel: Don't make me laugh!
Angel: We're dealing with the most
untrustworthy of the vile
lot known as prosecutors!
Angel: Falsified evidence, arranged
testimonies, erasing and
manipulating evidence...
Angel: When you fight monsters,
you need to use every
trick in the book!
Phoenix: (This when the suspect is
admitting she did it?)
Judge: False testimony is the most
despicable crime of all,
Ms. Starr.
Judge: Let's just get this over with.
Angel: And now, to the matter of
the victim's shoe...
Did I not bring this up...?
>Press
Phoenix: And, you found this shoe
at the scene of the crime?
Angel: I detained the chief
prosecutor, and notified
the Police Department...
Angel: I wanted to make myself useful
while I was waiting for the
police to arrive.
Edgeworth: So, like an ill-trained
pooch, you snuck off with
a shoe!
Angel: I was afraid someone would
erase the chief prosecutor's
crime.
Angel: This shoe was my secret
weapon if that should happen.
Angel: See this fashionable basket
I have here...?
Angel: It carries more than
lunchboxes, gentlemen!
Phoenix: (I'm happy for you and
your lunchbox bag, really.)
Judge: In any case, you removed
valuable evidence from
the scene of the crime.
Judge: Now, tell us what you
did next.
Angel: Two types of blood were
found on this shoe! One
was of course the victim's.
>Press
Phoenix: So, you brought it to the
forensics department?
Angel: If you're going to submit
something as evidence in
court, you need it approved.
Angel: To do that, evidence must be
analyzed... by a forensics
expert.
Phoenix: (And she got away with her
little coup because she
used to be a detective...)
Judge: The shoe does appear to have
bloodstains on it.
Angel: Makes sense. After all,
a man was stabbed here.
Phoenix: And that blood belonged
to the victim, Detective
Goodman?
Angel: As I said, there were two
types of blood found on
the shoe.
Angel: And the other was...!
The defendant, Ms. Lana
Skye's blood!
>Press
Phoenix: You can't say for sure the
blood belonged to the victim
with a blood test!
Angel: You claim to know something
about blood tests, Rookie?
Phoenix: Huh...
Angel: Well, speak up!
Phoenix: Uh, well...
Blood comes in four types...
A, B, O, and AB...
Phoenix: However!
Phoenix: You can't tell from a blood
test whether a murder was
performed... in cold blood!
Angel: ...
Edgeworth: ...
Judge: ...
That's just a figure
of speech, Mr. Wright.
Ema: Actually, if you combine
all the various blood tests,
there are millions of types!
Ema: It's practically impossible
to narrow a blood sample down
to one person!
Ema: Or so I hear.
Phoenix: M-millions of types?
Angel: If I had a little more time,
I would have gotten DNA test
results...
Angel: But they said there's very
little doubt it could be
anyone's but Ms. Lana Skye's.
Judge: Hmm... So the suspect's blood
was found on the
victim's shoe...
Edgeworth: That ties her directly to
the death of Detective
Goodman!
Phoenix: (I was afraid he was
going to say that...)
Angel: This shoe proves it!
It's flawless, decisive
evidence!
>Press
Phoenix: (I can't let this evidence
go through without a fight!)
Angel: You ordered the peppered
fish guts, right?
Phoenix: ...!
Angel: Some like it hot,
Mr. Wright.
Angel: Some, like your client.
She's in enough hot water to
make a whole batch of soup.
Ema: Mr. Wright!
Do you or don't you have
a problem with this shoe!?
Phoenix: A problem...?
Phoenix: (This is critical!
What's wrong with the
victim's shoe?)
[E5-02-08]
A>There's no problem
B>There's a problem
[E5-02-08-A]
Answer: There's no problem
Phoenix: (No... there's nothing there.
And if I just stab blindly
at it, I'll hurt my case.)
Ema: C'mon, Mr. Wright, I know
you can find something!
Ema: Some kind of off-the-cuff
contradiction!
Phoenix: I'm trying to avoid saying
things off-the-cuff today.
Phoenix: (That's pretty sly, hiding
evidence like that!)
Ema: There's nothing sly about
a lawyer using the law
as a weapon!
Ema: In any case, science
is always on our side!
Ema: Don't forget!
Ema: Scientific
investigation is the wave
of the future!
Phoenix: (Hmm... maybe I should
"investigate" this evidence
a little more closely...)
[E5-02-08-A]
Answer: There's a problem
Phoenix: If I'm not imagining things...
Phoenix: I'd say there is one critical
problem with this evidence...
A clear contradiction!
Angel: That gleam in your eyes...
You're still young, Rookie.
Angel: I'd give you a peppered fish
gut now, but you couldn't take
the heat, could you!
Judge: Let's hear what Mr. Wright
has to say!
Judge: What is contradictory about
the victim's shoe?
Judge: Show us the problem with
this evidence!
[E5-02-09]
A>Present: Irrelevant area
B>Present: Blood on sole
[E5-02-09-A]
>Present: Irrelevant area
Phoenix: The problem with this
evidence... is here!
Judge: Where?
Phoenix: Uh...
Edgeworth: Take that finger and point
it at your own head,
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix: (Hmm... guess that wasn't it.)
Ema: Mr. Wright, let's be
scientific about this!
Examine the evidence!
Judge: As I thought, a waste of time.
Judge: Well, that was a nice break.
Let's return to the testimony,
shall we?
[E5-02-09-B]
>Present: Blood on sole
Phoenix: I wonder if you noticed...
there's blood on the bottom
of this shoe!
Angel: Don't mess with me, Rookie...
Angel: Or it'll be your blood on
the bottom of my shoe!
Judge: Hmm... Indeed, there is
quite a bit of blood on
the bottom of the shoe.
Edgeworth: It makes sense. The victim
was stabbed with a knife!
Edgeworth: What could possibly be
contradictory about blood
on the bottom of his shoe!?
[E5-02-10]
A>Present: Irrelevant evidence
B>Present: Crime Photo
[E5-02-10-A]
>Present: Irrelevant evidence
Edgeworth: ...
Edgeworth: I'm guessing your shoe has
blood on it too... you just
shot yourself in the foot!
Phoenix: Arrgh...
Angel: Would you like a grinder, or
a grind from the heel of
my boot, Mr. Wright!?
Phoenix: (Man... tough crowd.)
Ema: Mr. Wright, let's be
scientific about this!
Examine the evidence!
Judge: As I thought, a waste of time.
Judge: Well, that was a nice break.
Let's return to the testimony,
shall we?
[E5-02-10-B]
>Present: Crime Photo
Phoenix: The problem lies...
in the footprint.
Angel: The... footprint?
Phoenix: Note that the bottom of the
victim's shoe is covered
in blood.
Phoenix: Then... isn't it strange?
Phoenix: Why weren't any bloody
footprints found by the
scene of the crime!?
Judge: Ah hah!
Phoenix: As you can see...
Phoenix: There were no traces of
any such footprints at
the scene of the crime!
Phoenix: That contradicts your claim
about this shoe!
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: This picture only shows part
of the floor, so there could
have been bloody footprints.
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: If there were bloody prints
they would have been found.
Phoenix: We checked the scene and
found nothing of the sort!
Judge: Order! Order! Order!
Well, witness!?
Angel: What!? Huh? I, uh...
Ema: Great going, Mr. Wright!
But...
Ema: It's true that the lack
of a footprint is a
contradiction...
Ema: But then we have to ask
why there wasn't a footprint!
Phoenix: Oh!
Judge: That's true! There has to be
a reason why there wasn't
a footprint!
Ema: Think, Mr. Wright, think!
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: Hey, I don't know why
it's not there.
Phoenix: I'm just good
at finding contradictions.
Ema: What!?
Edgeworth: HOLD IT!
Edgeworth: I see...
Now I get it!
Phoenix: (Get what!?)
Edgeworth: Our witness is more devious
than I gave her credit for!
Edgeworth: We were hoodwinked to the
very end!
Edgeworth: But she slipped! There is one
vital hint to the truth in
her testimony...
Judge: Wh-what are you talking about?
Edgeworth: Think back to when she told
us about apprehending the
suspect...
Angel: The chief prosecutor tried
to resist, but her efforts
were in vain.
Angel: She knocked my hands aside,
kicked over an oil drum...
Angel: Oh, she's beautiful, but
deadly! A predator, this one!
A leopard woman! Rowr!
Edgeworth: I thought that was a strange
thing for the normally cool-
headed chief to do.
Phoenix: (No kidding!)
Edgeworth: Now, witness. Allow me to
ask a very simple question.
Edgeworth: This "oil drum"...
was it empty?
Angel: ...
Oh, that, hmm?
Angel: I'm not sure I like your
attitude, Mr. Edgeworth.
Angel: Though apparently you're
not the slowest conveyor
belt in the lunchbox factory.
Judge: Witness! W-well?
Was the oil drum empty...?
Angel: The oil drum kicked over
by the chief prosecutor...
was brimming with water.
Phoenix: W-water?
(What does that mean?)
Edgeworth: Still don't get it,
Mr. Wright?
Edgeworth: Do you want to know the
reason she knocked it over?
The REAL reason?
Judge: Aaaa haaaaah!
You don't mean...!
Edgeworth: Yes, the suspect knocked over
that oil drum for one reason
and one reason alone!
Edgeworth: To erase the blood stains that
would become evidence against
her!
Phoenix: Whaaaaaaaaargh!
Judge: That ties things up quite
nicely!
Judge: The blood stains left on the
victim's shoes tie her quite
clearly to this murder!
Judge: Then, after the deed was done,
she knocked over the oil drum
to erase the telltale signs!
Angel: Why, that's a prosecutor's
specialty... erasing evidence!
Phoenix: (That reminds me... Ms. Skye's
right hand was hurt...)
Phoenix: (Didn't she say she'd cut
herself when she stabbed
him...?)
Ema: So my sister's blood on the
shoe... That's when it
happened?
Judge: Well...
I see no reason to
prolong this trial.
Ema: M-Mr. Wright!
Do something! Please!
Phoenix: W-what!? What can I do?
Phoenix: Your sister has confessed
to the crime, and she
tried to conceal it!
Ema: B-but...
Edgeworth: Enough.
Edgeworth: There is no need for further
debate.
The verdict, Your Honor!
Judge: Very well...
Ema: But Angel Starr is on the
prosecution's side!
Ema: She could have been lying
about the water!
Judge: This court finds the
defendant, Ms. Lana Skye...
???: HOLD IT!
Angel: Little girl...
What did you just say?
Ema: Huh...?
M-me?
Angel: Did you say that I, Angel
Starr... was on the
prosecution's side?
Ema: W-well, yeah, you are!
Ema: You're saying my sister hid
evidence by erasing the
bloody footprints!
Angel: Well.
Angel: I thought you'd had your
fill, but here you are,
demanding a second helping!
Angel: Another lunchbox...
A lunchbox called "evidence"!
Judge: W-wait... Witness, don't tell
me you have something else?
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: You've reached your
verdict, Your Honor!
Edgeworth: Any further comments will
be held in contempt of
court!
Angel: Your threats don't scare
the Cough-up Queen!
Angel: Look at this!!!
Judge: A photograph...?
Angel: I had this just in case
anyone had the gall to
suggest...
Angel: that the white shoe didn't
belong to the victim!
Judge: Hmm...
I see no room for error
in this evidence.
Ema: M-Mr. Wright, wait!
Look at the asphalt in this
photo!
Phoenix: Hey!
It's clearly wet!
Judge: Erasing the last trace
of doubt from the court's
mind.
Judge: Immediately after the murder,
the crime scene was washed
with water!
Ema: I-I'm sorry, Mr. Wright.
Ema: I guess I...
I couldn't help after all.
Phoenix: (It's not your fault...
I knew I couldn't win this
case from the beginning.)
Phoenix: (And... it seems this is what
your sister wanted anyway!)
Phoenix: (...)
Phoenix: (I'm sorry, Mia...)
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: ...
Wright... wet or not...
Don't be so quick to
throw in the towel...
Phoenix: ...!
Get yourself up off the
asphalt... take another
good look...
Don't give up...
Not until the bitter end.
Phoenix: (This is the last piece
of evidence...)
Judge: Very well! This time I'd like
to declare a verdict for
good!
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: Your Honor, wait!
Judge: What is it with you people!?
Can't I hand down my verdicts
in peace anymore!?
Judge: Whatever it is, can it wait?
Phoenix: N-no it can't.
Then it will be too late!
Phoenix: Look at this photograph,
the last one submitted...
Phoenix: This trial isn't over...
until we give each piece of
evidence proper consideration!
Edgeworth: So, Wright...
Edgeworth: Are you saying there's a
problem with this latest
piece of evidence?
Phoenix: Yeah!
(I'll think later!)
Phoenix: Yeah, there's a problem!
(Right or wrong, I've got
to go ahead with this!)
Judge: I suppose since we've come
this far, we should give
every claim a fair shake.
Judge: Very well, Mr. Wright.
Judge: Show the court the
problem in this photograph!
[E5-02-11]
A>Present: Irrelevant area
B>Present: Exhaust pipe/muffler
[E5-02-11-A]
>Present: Irrelevant area
Phoenix: Well... it's probably here!
Don't you think?
Judge: As your elder, Mr. Wright,
let me give you a piece
of advice...
Judge: When you point at something,
at least remember to keep
your eyes open?
Angel: I believe he's trying to
say that no one's falling
for your bluffs, Mr. Wright!
Ema: Open your eyes, Mr. Wright!
Think scientifically!
[E5-02-11-B]
>Present: Muffler
Phoenix: The problem in this
photograph... is here!
Edgeworth: What's this...?
Edgeworth: There's something poking
out of the car's muffler!
Judge: Wait just a moment,
Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth: Your Honor?
Judge: You just said "muffler"...
Judge: However I see no trace of
a muffler or scarf of any
kind in this photograph!
Edgeworth: ...
Edgeworth: A muffler is also a part
on a car or motorcycle,
Your Honor.
Edgeworth: Just think of it as...
part of the exhaust system.
A pipe...
Judge: I see! And... I see!
Judge: What's that suspicious-looking
cloth sticking out of the
car's muffler?
Angel: Hmph!
So what if there is something
sticking out of the muffler!
Angel: What does that have to do
with this case?
Nothing! Absolutely nothing!
Phoenix: Objection!
Phoenix: Sorry, Ms. Starr...
But it's not going to be
that easy!
Phoenix: In fact, you've already
told us why this is important
to the case...
Phoenix: You said as much in your
testimony!!!
Angel: Wh-what!?
Judge: Let's hear what Mr. Wright
has on his mind!
Judge: Tell us why you think this
piece of cloth in the muffler
is related to this case.
[E5-02-12]
A>Present: Irrelevant evidence
B>Present: Lana's Cell Phone
[E5-02-12-A]
>Present: Irrelevant evidence
Phoenix: Well, Your Honor?
How do you feel about that?
Judge: Actually, I don't feel
well at all. I have this
pounding headache...
Phoenix: No, no, I meant, what do
you think about the...
Judge: I'm afraid the reason
for that headache is
you, Mr. Wright!
Ema: That cloth was found
in the car's "muffler,"
right...?
Ema: Muffler... muffler...
Where have I heard that
word recently?
Ema: Muffler...
[E5-02-12-B]
>Present: Lana's Cell Phone
Phoenix: Ms. Starr!
Phoenix: Recall your testimony
for the court...
Angel: Ah yes.
When I arrested her, she
mentioned the muffler!
Angel: That's what had me confused
in my earlier testimony!
Angel: Muffler! argh!
Yeearrrgh!
Phoenix: Could it be that the "muffler"
you heard mentioned...
Phoenix: Was actually this exhaust
pipe!?
Phoenix: If so!
Phoenix: That means this piece of
cloth is vital evidence!
Angel: Oh...
Whooooooooooo
ooooooooooooragh!
Judge: Well... It seems we will have
to suspend the proceedings.
Angel: Sus... Suspend!?
Judge: I find myself wondering
about that piece of cloth.
Judge: If we leave any question
unanswered here we do a
disservice to the law!
Judge: Have the car at the crime
scene inspected at once,
and bring me that cloth!
Judge: The verdict will wait
until after we've seen
all the evidence.
Judge: Agreed...?
Edgeworth: ...
I suppose so.
Phoenix: (Whew... that was close.)
Phoenix: (But... we made it...
at least for now!)
Judge: The court will adjourn
for a thirty minute recess!
Judge: It's lunchtime after all!
Phoenix: (He's still hungry!?)