Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Episode 5, Chapter 3
SilverWind (silverwind9@hotmail.com)
Rise from the Ashes
Day 2 – Trial Latter
February 23, 11:56 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
Ema: Um... Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: Huh? What?
Ema: Are trials... always like
this with you?
Ema: Like you're swimming up
from the bottom of a lake,
about to reach the surface...
Ema: But no matter how hard
you paddle you never
seem to get there...
Phoenix: Pretty much.
Phoenix: Except today we're swimming
in quicksand.
Phoenix: So what happened to your
sister, anyway?
Ema: Apparently she got called
off to the judge's chambers.
Phoenix: Hmm... Probably something to
do with that piece of cloth.
Ema: So! This is where we turn
this trial around, right?
Ema: Our only weapon, a tiny,
insignificant piece of cloth!
Phoenix: I'm the one who's starting
to feel tiny and insignificant
to tell the truth.
???: Hola, Pardner!
Marshall: They say you show a red
cloth to a bull, it'll
fire up its temper!
Marshall: That's what they told me
when I was a young'un,
at least.
Ema: Officer Marshall!
Marshall: Thought I'd come take a look-
see at how the trial's going.
Looks like I'm late.
Marshall: They've got the place locked
down tighter than a fort in
enemy territory!
Phoenix: What is going on over
there, anyway?
Phoenix: All the police I've seen
these last two days have
been really on edge.
Marshall: Don't you got enough on your
plate without worrying about
other people, compadre?
Marshall: You could be worrying about
the chief prosecutor's taste
in mufflers, for example.
Ema: Um... Officer Marshall?
Ema: The whole "muffler" thing
didn't have anything to
do with scarves...
Ema: She wasn't even wearing
a scarf!
Marshall: You don't say?
Now don't that just beat all.
Ema: ...?
Marshall: I've seen the red breeze
blow at her slender neck
many a time...
Marshall: I saw it that day, too.
She was wearing a red muffler.
Ema: What!?
Marshall: At the awards ceremony that
afternoon. Edgeworth's seen
it too, I'd reckon.
Phoenix: (What does that mean!?)
Phoenix: (In the photograph taken at
the crime scene...
she wasn't wearing a scarf!)
Ema: So, Ms. Starr wasn't
mistaken...
Marshall: Well, it's about time.
Marshall: Remember, pardner, sometimes
you gotta grab the bull by
the horns...
Marshall: and sometimes you just gotta
let that bull go where it
will. Time will tell!
Phoenix: (Ugh... I have a bad
feeling about this.)
Ema: So... what are we swimming
in now, Mr. Wright?
Marshall: If it's steak sauce, I can
hook you up with some
fine ribs! Ooh-wee!
February 23, 12:32 PM
District Court
Courtroom No. 9
Judge: I'd... like to... resume...?
Phoenix: (What's up? The judge keeps
looking over at the
prosecution...)
Judge: Is something wrong,
Mr. Edgeworth?
Judge: Your face is blue, your
lips are purple, you're
sweating bullets...
Judge: That furrowed brow, those
grinding teeth, those watery
eyes...
Judge: What's more your eyes are
unfocused, you're doubled
over, your back is bent...
Edgeworth: It... can't... be!!
This... can't... happen!
Ema: I wonder what happened
to Mr. Edgeworth?
Judge: Well then, I believe it is
time we continued on with
this trial.
Judge: During our recess I had
requested that the prosecution
conduct an investigation...
Edgeworth: Th-this is unacceptable!
Judge: Hmm...
It seems our prosecutor
is quite beside himself.
???: Ah, er, excuse me.
Knock knock?
Judge: ...?
Who's there?
Phoenix: (What's with this guy?)
Phoenix: (A strange, stuffy aura seems
to be filling the courtroom.)
Ema: Hey! The temperature rose 5.7
degrees when that man came in!
Phoenix: (Who on earth is he...?)
Judge: Ah, it's you...
???: Oh! Oh, heh heh.
???: Sorry I'm late, Udgey!
The roads were packed.
It's just me!
???: Long time no see, eh, Udgey?
How ya been? Swim much
these days!
Judge: Ah! Hello, hello.
No, I've been so busy...
???: Busy! Busy-smizzy, Udgey,
my boy! You have to make
time to relax!
Judge: Y-yes, indeed.
Ema: Udgey... seems to
be his nickname for
the judge...?
Phoenix: I'm afraid you're right.
Very afraid.
Phoenix: Um... sorry, but...
who are you?
???: Ah hah! So you're Wrighto!
The attorney! I've heard
good things about you, son!
Phoenix: Eh? Uh, th-thanks...?
??? So sorry about our little
Worthy giving you all
that trouble, eh?
???: You know, we should all
go swimming together
sometime! Jolly!
Phoenix: Little...
Little Worthy...?
Judge: Mr. Wright!
Judge: You don't know the district
Chief of Police!?
Phoenix: Chuh....?
Chief of Police...!?
Judge: He's the top ranking police
officer in the entire
district!
Gant: Name's Gant, Damon Gant.
Pleased to meet you,
everyone!
Judge: So, uh, to what do we
owe this honor today?
Judge: It's been over... two years
since you last came to this
courtroom, hasn't it?
Gant: Well, it's Worthy, here.
Look at the poor fellow!
Gant: I just thought I'd help out...
by bringing this.
Phoenix: Hey! Th-that's...!
Ema: My sister's muffler!
Phoenix: (So Ms. Starr wasn't just
seeing things!)
Phoenix: (When the crime occurred,
Ms. Skye really was
wearing that muffler!)
Gant: But to think that it was
stuffed into that exhaust
pipe...
Gant: On little Worthy's car,
no less!
Gant: It's really quite
embarrassing, even for us.
Judge: Wh-what's this!?
Gant: It's what you'd call
a switchblade knife.
Quite perplexing, this.
Edgeworth: Objection!
Edgeworth: Chief!
Edgeworth: What kind of outfit are
you running!?
Judge: M-Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth: How could they miss such
a vital piece of evidence!?
Edgeworth: If your investigators are
this lax, how do you expect
us to do our job?
Gant: N-now wait a minute,
Worthy!
Edgeworth: I've no desire to hear your
excuses!
Gant: I'm telling you to wait!
Or didn't you hear me?
Edgeworth: ...!
Gant: Have a look at this document,
where it says "person in
charge of investigation"...
Gant: There's no mistaking that
signature... Miles Edgeworth?
Edgeworth: Th-that's no fair! The day
of the crime, I-I had...
Gant: Your head in the clouds
because you got that award!
I know how you feel...
Gant: But you're the person
in charge.
I'll expect a written apology.
Edgeworth: What? Are you serious!?
Gant: Don't be too upset, we'll
find a way to clean up
this mess... that you made.
Edgeworth: ...!
Ema: This is the first time I've
seen Mr. Edgeworth at a loss
for words...
Judge: This kind of major blunder
is unlike you Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth: Gah...!
Judge: The court accepts this
new evidence.
Judge: But, I'd like to ask
the defense a favor first.
Phoenix: Y-yes?
Judge: Just to be sure...
Judge: I'd like to take a look at
the blade of this knife.
Phoenix: The b-blade, Your Honor?
Well, I don't see why not...
Judge: Could you open it up for
me, I wonder?
Phoenix: Yes, well. I think all you
have to do is push that
switch, and...
Judge: If I cut my finger Mr. Wright,
I wouldn't be able to pound
my gavel anymore.
Phoenix: (Yeah. But if I cut my finger,
I wouldn't be able to point
it at people anymore...)
Ema: Come on! Just hurry up and
open it!
>Examine: Switchblade Knife
>Examine: Switch
Ema: Waaah!
D-don't scare me like that!
Phoenix: I'm the one who's scared!
Ema: Look at this knife blade...
the tip is broken off.
Phoenix: (And this dark red stain...
blood?)
Switchblade Knife added
to the Court Record.
Edgeworth: This does not excuse the
actions of the Police
Department!
Edgeworth: I would like to hear
an explanation from the
Chief of Police himself!
Judge: I'm terribly sorry, but
could I ask you to testify
for us?
Judge: About the split between the
prosecutors and the police...
and this knife.
Gant: Sure! Sure thing.
Not a problem, not even
a little one! Really!
Witness Testimony
-- Department in Disorder --
Gant: This knife is special...
but I can't say how here.
Gant: Unless there's evidence to
prove a connection between
this knife and Goodman...
Gant: That was a bad day for the
Department. We weren't in any
shape to do an investigation.
Gant: A detective was killed
at the Police Department,
see... what a mess!
Gant: The time of the crime? 5:15.
Scary coincidence, eh?
Gant: It's not officially linked
to this here case, so I can't
talk much about it.
Judge: There... There was a murder at
the Police Department!?
A detective!?
Gant: That's hush-hush information,
Udgey! We haven't exactly
announced it yet.
Edgeworth: Objection!
Edgeworth: W-wait a second!
You said "5:15"...
Edgeworth: That's the exact time that
Detective Goodman was killed
at the Prosecutor's Office!
Judge: Order! Order! Order!
Gant: Anyway, we at the Department
were all a-flustered, as
you might well assume.
Gant: We're in the middle of a top-
top-secret investigation.
Don't tell anyone, okay?
Judge: I think we understand the
Police Department's
situation...
Judge: Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: (Two detectives killed at the
same time in two different
places...)
Ema: The chances of that are
really slim. Scientifically
speaking, of course.
Phoenix: I'd... like to exercise
my right to cross-examine the
witness.
Judge: Very well... however!
Judge: Keep your questions focused
on the case at hand!
Witness Testimony
-- Department in Disorder --
Gant: This knife is special...
but I can't say how here.
>Press
Phoenix: Excuse me... "special"?
Gant: Mmhmm. Hard to come by
this particular knife
anywhere else.
Phoenix: Um...
Might that special thing...
be this little tag?
Gant: Oh! Sorry, Wrighto!
But I can't say that now.
Not that!
Edgeworth: We've established that the
knife in Goodman's chest...
was this knife.
Edgeworth: Now why was there another
knife at the scene of the
crime?
Judge: That's quite a mystery!
Gant: And like a mystery, it's
wrapped in something...
a muffler!
Gant: Unless there's evidence to
prove a connection between
this knife and Goodman...
>Press
Phoenix: This knife was found on
the scene of our crime!
Phoenix: I think that makes it
connected to the case,
don't you!?
Gant: See, there's a lot of things
that go on at the Department
I can't explain...
Gant: It's... delicate, okay?
Sorry, Wrighto!
Ema: Maybe there's something about
the knife that will give us
a clue!
Ema: Let's examine that knife
while we can, Wrighto!
Phoenix: (Hmmm... evidence that links
this knife to Detective
Goodman...)
Phoenix: (I think perhaps the pieces
are falling into place...)
Phoenix: (I should try presenting the
piece of evidence that's had
me stumped all this time!)
Edgeworth: So, how were things down at
the Department...?
Gant: That was a bad day for the
Department. We weren't in any
shape to do an investigation.
>Press
Phoenix: Something didn't happen
at the Police Department
too, did it...?
Gant: You got a good look in your
eyes, there, Wrighto my boy.
Sharp! Hungry!
Edgeworth: Chief... did something happen?
And why haven't I heard?
Gant: Why haven't you heard?
Or why didn't you ask?
Edgeworth: ...!
Gant: No matter, I understand.
You were busy, what with
Lana's case and all.
Phoenix: Well, what happened!?
What happened at the
Police Department that day?
Gant: A detective was killed
at the Police Department,
see... what a mess!
>Press
Phoenix: On the same day that a
detective was killed in the
Prosecutor's parking lot...
Phoenix: Another detective...
was killed at the Police
Department!?
Gant: That's a fact. Surprising,
isn't it, Udgey?
Judge: I'm at a loss for words.
Edgeworth: And the perpetrator?
Do you have a suspect?
Gant: Well, there was a suspect.
Just arrested 'em, in fact.
Phoenix: (Just arrested! That was
quick...)
Gant: But... there's still a lot
of unanswered questions.
Maybe you could help, Wright!
Phoenix: I suppose I could help...
if you help me by giving
me data on your case?
Gant: Oooh, good one!
This kid's sharp!
Gant: Okay, here's the deal.
I'll tell you one thing
and one thing only...
[E5-03-01]
A>Where the victim was found
B>How the victim was killed
C>When the victim died
[E5-03-01-A]
Answer: Where the victim was found
Phoenix: So, tell me...
where was the victim found?
Gant: ...
Gant: Well, I can't speak on where
the corpse was found.
Gant: But I can say the crime took
place in the evidence room at
the Police Department.
Phoenix: (The evidence room!?)
Gant: You wouldn't know about
the evidence room, would you,
Wrighto?
Phoenix: I can't say I've heard of it.
Phoenix: (I guess I should ask again
once I learn a bit more about
this "evidence room.")
Gant: There's something stranger
about this than the place
where the body was found!
[E5-03-01-B]
Answer: How the victim was killed
Phoenix: Well, how was the detective
killed?
Gant: How was he killed?
Now that's the interesting
part!
Gant: It was what we in the force
call a "stabbing."
With a knife!
Phoenix: A kn-knife...?
Edgeworth: That's exactly the same as
Detective Goodman!
Gant: That's the spirit!
We're cooking now!
Gant: But you know...
Gant: That's not the only thing
that was exactly the same...
Phoenix: Wh-what do you mean!?
Gant: There were more similarities
between the two cases than
the cause of death!
Phoenix: (It seems like I'm going
to have to press this a
bit harder...)
[E5-03-01-C]
Answer: When the victim died
Phoenix: So... when did the murder
at the Police Department
occur?
Gant: Now that's a sharp question
Wrighto! Very sharp!
Gant: Well, my boy...
You're gonna love this!
Gant: The time of the crime? 5:15.
Scary coincidence, eh?
>Press
Phoenix: Five...
5:15...!?
B-but that's...
Phoenix: That's when Detective Goodman
was killed in the Prosecutor's Office!
Judge: What!?
Gant: Funny, isn't it?
Gant: A murder at the Prosecutor's
place, and a murder at our
place at the very same time!
Gant: What are the chances!
Phoenix: (Coincidence!?)
Ema: This is just my gut feeling...
but I'd say there's a 0.001%
chance of that happening!
Phoenix: Chief Gant, please tell
us more about the incident!
Gant: It's not officially linked
to this here case, so I can't
talk much about it.
>Press
Phoenix: How can you say there's
no connection!?
Gant: How? Because I'm the Chief
of Police!
Gant: I can't just say anything
I please, Wrighto.
You understand!
Judge: Try to understand, Wrighto.
Gant: Well, if you can prove
there is a connection, more
power to you.
Gant: Maybe there is something that
ties the two murders together?
Phoenix: (Whatever it is, I'd better
find it and get to the
bottom of this!)
Phoenix: (Two detectives were killed
at 5:15... One at the
Prosecutor's Office...)
Phoenix: (And one at the Police
Department... that can't be
a coincidence!)
Ema: And that knife!
What was it doing there...?
Phoenix: (I'd better check this
knife out...)
Gant: Unless there's evidence to
prove a connection between
this knife and Goodman...
>Present: Victim's Note
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: Wait a second!
Gant: Ah, at least! An honest
to goodness "objection"!
Phoenix: This knife...
This has to have something
to do with Detective Goodman!
Judge: What do you mean!?
Gant: Ah hah! An honest-to-goodness
what do you mean from the
judge! This is great!
Phoenix: Look at the tag on this knife!
It reads "SL-9 2"...
Judge: And this is important... why?
Phoenix: Over here we also have...
A memo that was on the
body of the victim!
Judge: What's this?
Judge: 6 minus 7S... 12/2...?
Phoenix: Your Honor... It's upside-down.
Judge: Upside...?
Phoenix: The printed name on the memo
makes it look like it's
right-side up...
Phoenix: But turn it around
and what do you get!?
Judge: Ah... Ah haaaaah!
Phoenix: When he wrote this note,
he was holding the paper
upside down!
Judge: SL-9...
That's the same thing that
is written on the knife's tag!
Judge: Order! Order!
Well, Chief?
Gant: ...
Ah, well.
Gant: I guess the cat's out of
the bag... You win, Wrighto!
Phoenix: I... win? Ah...
(What game is this guy
playing!?)
Gant: This knife was evidence in a
case. It was stolen from the
Department's evidence room.
>Press
Phoenix: So this knife...
was stolen?
Gant: Yes, but on the day of
the murder.
Edgeworth: It was evidence, you say.
Was it, in fact, a murder
weapon?
Gant: Nice! Nice! nice! Good show,
little Worthy! It was a
murder weapon, as it happens.
Gant: It was evidence from a
case long-since solved...
Phoenix: (So this knife was stolen on
the day of the murder...)
Phoenix: (And it was found in the
exhaust pipe of Edgeworth's
car...)
Ema: Hard to think there isn't
a connection there!
Gant: A detective was killed
at the Police Department,
see... what a mess!
>Press
Phoenix: On the same day that a
detective was killed in the
Prosecutor's parking lot...
Phoenix: Another detective...
was killed at the Police
Department!?
Gant: That's a fact. Surprising,
isn't it, Udgey?
Judge: I'm at a loss for words.
Edgeworth: And the perpetrator?
Do you have a suspect?
Gant: Well, there was a suspect.
Just arrested 'em, in fact.
Phoenix: (Just arrested! That was
quick...)
Gant: But... there's still a lot
of unanswered questions.
Maybe you could help, Wright!
Phoenix: I suppose I could help...
if you help me by giving
me data on your case?
Gant: Oooh, good one!
This kid's sharp!
Gant: Okay, here's the deal.
I'll tell you one thing
and one thing only...
[E5-03-01]
A>Where the victim was found
B>How the victim was killed
C>When the victim died
[E5-03-01-A]
Answer: Where the victim was found
Phoenix: So, tell me...
where was the victim found?
Gant: ...
Gant: Well, I can't speak on where
the corpse was found.
Gant: But I can say the crime took
place in the evidence room at
the Police Department.
Phoenix: (The evidence room!?)
Phoenix: (W-wait a second...
I have heard of that!)
Ema: The evidence room...
Didn't he mention that
in his testimony just now?
Gant: This knife was evidence in a
case. It was stolen from the
Department's evidence room.
Phoenix: (There's the connection
between the two cases!)
Ema: You seem happy, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix: Happy?
We just got handed our ticket
to go to town on this case!
Phoenix: (With the link between the
two cases established, we
finally have some leverage.)
Phoenix: (Now we can get Gant to
testify about the details!)
Gant: It's not officially linked
to this here case, so I can't
talk much about it.
>Press
Phoenix: Chief...
Phoenix: The defense's position
is simply this:
Phoenix: The connection between these
two cases has already been
proven!
Gant: Heh, you don't say?
Well, out with it Wrighto!
What's your connection?
Judge: Yes, out with it, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix: The connection is a place,
mentioned in the testimony
we just heard.
Phoenix: The knife found in the lot
was stolen...
Phoenix: from the Police Department's
evidence room.
Edgeworth: Not to mention the victim had
written down the numbers
on the knife's evidence tag.
Phoenix: And we also know that the
detective murdered at the
Police Department...
Phoenix: was killed in that very same
evidence room!
Judge: Indeed...
Judge: There do seem to be too many
connections for it to be
a coincidence.
Gant: You two make a good pair.
Gant: It took my men two days to
find out what you deduced
right here.
Edgeworth: Chief!
Edgeworth: I request that you release
your information on the victim
at the Police Department!
Gant: See, that's the tricky
part. It hasn't been
announced yet, and all...
Phoenix: Can we get the information...
unofficially?
Gant: Hmmmm...
Sure! Why not?
It's unofficial, after all.
Phoenix: (What? Really!?)
Ema: Who would have guessed?
Gant: I'll cooperate, but I can't
reveal the name of the victim
at the Department, okay?
>Press
Phoenix: If you're going to tell
us a little, why not tell
us everything?
Gant: Ah, well, case information
is sticky stuff. You have
to do everything properly.
Phoenix: (Oh well... I guess I might
as well try to get what I
can out of him...)
[E5-03-02]
A>The victim's division
B>The victim's ID number
C>The victim's gender
[E5-03-02-A]
Answer: The victim's division
Phoenix: Okay, well...
What division was the
victim stationed in?
Gant: Oh? You want to know that,
do you? Do you? Ah hah...
Gant: Criminal Affairs, Division 1.
The detectives responsible
for homicide cases.
Phoenix: (Homicide... that would be
the same division as
Detective Gumshoe!)
Ema: Detective Goodman who was
killed in the underground
parking lot was homicide, too!
Phoenix: It's almost like a serial
killer was after homicide
detectives...
Ema: Except that the serial killing
happened simultaneously,
scientifically speaking.
Phoenix: Well, I sure hope Detective
Gumshoe isn't next on the
list...
[E5-03-02-C]
Answer: The victim's gender
Phoenix: Okay... how about the
gender of the victim!
Gant: You want to know that!?
Um... Hmm... Okay, a hint.
Gant: Let's see... first hint!
The gender that's NOT
female...!
Phoenix: Ah hah!
He was a guy!
Gant: What did I tell you!
The boy's sharp!
Judge: Stop goofing around,
Mr. Wright!
This is serious business!
Phoenix: S-sorry, Your Honor.
(Hey, tell that to the
Chief of Police!)
[E5-03-02-B]
Answer: The victim's ID number
Phoenix: Okay... How about you tell
me the victim's ID number?
Gant: Hmm? Sure, why not.
It's not like you'll be able to
tell who it is from that!
Phoenix: Of course not. You won't
tell me their name, after all.
Gant: We keep a tight lid on ID
numbers, so don't go getting
your hopes up.
Gant: The number is... 5842189.
Judge: Well! That's quite... long!
Gant: And we have to remember
these! It drives me nuts!
Judge: 8... 2...
I can't do it.
Phoenix: (You didn't even get the
first number right!)
Judge: Well, Mr. Wright?
Does this tell you anything?
Phoenix: (The ID number of the victim
at the Police Department...
5842189...)
[E5-03-03]
A>This tells me something!
B>This tells me nothing!
[E5-03-03-B]
Answer: This tells me nothing!
Phoenix: Absolutely nothing,
Your Honor.
Judge: Ah... well, yes.
Phoenix: First of all, it was too
long! I've forgotten it
already!
Judge: S-sorry!
I mean, why are you getting
mad at me!?
Judge: I didn't come up
with those numbers...
Ema: Hmm... 5842189...
[E5-03-03-A]
Answer: This tells me something!
Phoenix: Actually, it does, Your Honor.
It does...!
Phoenix: I think!
Judge: Meaning?
Phoenix: (It has to be what I think
it is...)
Phoenix: (But what does this mean?)
Judge: Well, let's hear what the
defense has to say.
Judge: You say the ID number of the
detective who was murdered
at the Police Department...
Judge: tells you something?
What does it tell you!?
[E5-03-04]
A>Present: Irrelevant evidence
B>Present: Goodman's ID
[E5-03-04-A]
>Present: Irrelevant evidence
Phoenix: The ID number tells me...
this!
Gant: My dear boy, you shouldn't
believe everything ID numbers
tell you.
Phoenix: Well... Maybe I misheard.
You know?
Judge: Mr. Wright....
Judge: The court respectfully
requests that you clean out
your ears and pay attention!
Phoenix: (And I'd like to request some
straightforward information
for once!)
Ema: Mr. Wright! Don't listen to
them! Look at the Court
Record, scientifically!
E5-03-04-B]
>Present: Goodman's ID
Phoenix: Witness!
Phoenix: ...
Gant: ...
Edgeworth: ...
Judge: ...
Judge: What is it, Mr. Wright!?
Judge: You're grinning like a
schoolgirl on prom night!
Phoenix: No, I... it's just, I got
confused...
Edgeworth: And this is news?
Phoenix: Huh?
Edgeworth: Just come out with both
guns blazing... like you
always do.
Phoenix: (The Police Department...
the Prosecutor's Office...)
Phoenix: (Two places, two detectives
murdered... at one time.)
Phoenix: Actually, I happen to have
a police ID number here.
Judge: Oh hoh! Is it yours?
Phoenix: N-no, Your Honor. I'm
a defense attorney...
remember?
Phoenix: This is the ID number of our
victim, Detective Goodman.
Gant: Shame on you, Wrighto!
Personnel IDs are
top secret!
Phoenix: Detective Goodman's ID
number is... "5842189."
Gant: ...
Edgeworth: ...
Judge: ...
Judge: And...?
This means... what, exactly?
Phoenix: Huh?
Judge: Wait... That ID number we heard
from the Chief earlier..
Judge: That started with "82..."
Hmm. I've forgotten.
Phoenix: (You even got the first
number wrong!)
Phoenix: The number the Chief of
Police gave us was...
5842189.
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: W-wait a second, Wright!
What does this...?
Phoenix: Mean? That's what I want
to know!
Phoenix: The two ID numbers are
identical! In other words...
Phoenix: The detective killed in the
Police Department's evidence
room was Bruce Goodman!
Phoenix: What does our witness think
about that!?
Gant: ...
Gant: Oh! Ho ho ho, sharp as a tack,
Wrighto! Sharp as a tack!
Judge: B-but wait!
Detective Goodman is
OUR victim!
Judge: He was killed at 5:15 in the
underground parking lot!
Phoenix: Yet, a Detective Bruce Goodman
was also killed at the
Police Department...
Phoenix: In the evidence room...
at the exact same time!
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: Th-that's impossible!
So, what we're saying is...
Edgeworth: The same person was killed
at the same time!?
Edgeworth: And in a completely different
location!?
Judge: Order! Order! Order!
Chief! What does this mean!?
Edgeworth: No... what I want to
know is... why didn't
I hear about this!?
Edgeworth: Yes, it's top-secret, fine!
But I'm the prosecutor in
charge of the case!!!
Gant: Now, just wait a second,
Worthy. No need to get
all flustered.
Edgeworth: Your Honor!
The Police Department has made
a grave error in this case...
Gant: Wait.
Gant: I said "wait."
Or didn't you hear me?
Edgeworth: ...!
Gant: The oversight... the grave
error...?
Gant: Mr. Edgeworth...
They're yours.
Edgeworth: Wh-what!? How... how dare...
Gant: We informed you yesterday.
Gant: I believe it was our Officer
Meekins who brought you the
news?
Edgeworth: O-officer... Meekins?
Ema: Mr. Wright!
Where have we heard that
name before?
Ema: Wait... Ah hah!
Officer: Erm...!
Officer: Excuse me! But is
Mr. Edgeworth, uh...
anywhere on the premises?
Officer: I'm here, sir, at the
request of the chief, sir!
I've got your report, sir!
Edgeworth: You don't mean... him!?
Gant: According to Meekins, you
didn't accept the report?
Gant: Hard to believe.
Edgeworth: B-but your officer,
he told me!
Edgeworth: He said that report had
nothing to do with the
Lana Skye incident!
Gant: [Detective Bruce Goodman
murdered in the Police
Department evidence room...]
Gant: Mr. Edgeworth. The victim's
name is written write on the
top of the report.
Edgeworth: Gaaaaaaah!
Edgeworth: Wh-why didn't your officer
tell me!?
Ema: Honestly, I'm not sure if
that officer was capable of
making the connection...
Ema: He did seem... challenged.
Gant: In any case, this is a serious
error, a gross negligence of
duty on your part, Worthy.
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: B-But, sir!!!
Edgeworth: You could have submitted
that report this morning
to the court, as evidence!
Edgeworth: Then, I...
Gant: No such luck this time,
Worthy... or should I say,
un-Worthy?
Edgeworth: What!?
Gant: Now what was the second
rule of evidence law, hmm?
Ema: Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: Huh? Oh, well, it's, uh...
Edgeworth: Rule 2: New evidence may only
be submitted if it concerns
the case on trial.
Edgeworth: And how is this relevant!?
Gant: Normally, you submit a list
of evidence to be used in
court before the trial.
Gant: This report wasn't on that
list...
Judge: So...
What does this mean?
Gant: I couldn't submit this
evidence until a connection
was proven in court.
Edgeworth: ...!!
Gant: That connection was just proven
by Wrighto over here.
Gant: Good job, Wrighto, my boy!
Phoenix: Huh? Uh... I...
I was just doing my job.
Edgeworth: No...
Edgeworth: Nooooooooooooooo!!!
Judge: It seems...
we have come to the end of
this trial.
Gant: You are becoming a thorn in
my side, Worthy...
There've been rumors...
Gant: After all, you were in the
defendant's chair just last
year...!
Edgeworth: ...!
Edgeworth: I apologize for this
terrible lack of due
diligence on my part...
Judge: M-Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth: Please...
Just give me one day.
Edgeworth: I'll get to the bottom of
what happened...
If it's the last thing I do!
Gant: You'd better get results
this time. Really.
Edgeworth: I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry!
Ema: Poor Mr. Edgeworth...
Judge: I don't think there's ever
been an error this serious
in the history of this court.
Judge: We will grant one further
day as the prosecution has
requested.
Judge: Will this be sufficient,
Mr. Edgeworth.
Edgeworth: Yes, Your Honor. Thank you.
Judge: Whatever your punishment for
this is, for your sake I hope
it's not... decisive.
Judge: Very well!
Court is adjourned!
To be continued.
Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Episode 5, Chapter 4
SilverWind (silverwind9@hotmail.com)
Rise from the Ashes
Day 2 – Investigation
February 23, 2:15 PM
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Ema: Uh... um, Mr. Wright!
So...
Ema: What's going on with the
case, anyway!?
Ema: I... I'm a little confused.
Phoenix: Huh!? W-well, um... let's see.
(What is going on?)
Phoenix: The victim, Detective Bruce
Goodman, was stabbed to death
after 5:00 PM on the 21st.
Phoenix: He died in the Prosecutor's
parking lot... and the Police
Department's evidence room.
Ema: What's this "and the
evidence room" part!?
Ema: The Prosecutor's Office and
the Police Department are 30
minutes apart by car.
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: Well... that's what we're
going to find out.
(Or try to, at least...)
Ema: ...
Alright! Let's do it!
Phoenix: (Glad she's in good spirits,
but I'm not sure she's going
to be much help with this...)
Ema: Don't be so sure, Mr. Wright.
Phoenix: Huh?
Ema: Would you mind coming with
me?
Ema: I'll prove that these thick-
rimmed glasses of mine aren't
just for show!
Ema: Let's go! Science awaits us!
February 23
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot
Ema: You know, I really don't
think we should worry about
the Police Department murder!
Ema: There wasn't even a body
found there! Who cares?
Phoenix: (Of course it was our victim
who was killed at the
Department...)
Ema: And my sister would never
do such a thing! I know it...
Edgeworth: That oil drum...
Was it empty?
Angel: The oil drum kicked over
by the Chief Prosecutor...
was brimming with water!
Ema: My sister, erasing evidence
at the crime scene? Never!
Phoenix: (Even though she says they
don't get along, Ema really
likes her sister...)
Ema: That's not it at all!
Ema: It's just...
Ema: We're both professionals at
what we do... and I trust her!
Phoenix: (Big words for a high school
student.)
Phoenix: Well, whether there was blood
stains or not...
Phoenix: The water in that oil drum
washed it all away.
Ema: He he heh.
Ema: Ignore the strength of
my science at your own
peril, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix: Huh?
What's that grin for?
Ema: This situation calls for
one thing, and that is...
Luminol testing fluid!
Phoenix: L-luminol?
Ema: Blood is sticky stuff, you
know. You can't just wash
it away with a little water.
Ema: Even if you can't see it,
it's still there...
Phoenix: But wouldn't the police have
already done those tests?
Ema: Never trust anyone's eyes
but your own, Mr. Wright!
Ema: Just give it a try!
Phoenix: M-me? Why do I have to do it!?
Ema: I'm a minor! I can't even
drink yet!
Phoenix: (We're testing blood stains
with this stuff, not drinking
it...)
Ema: Here, look, I'll lend you
these glasses.
Phoenix: Huh? You had an extra pair
of those things?
Ema: To test for a blood reaction,
just spray the luminol on it.
Ema: Like this, see?
Ema: Touch the screen to spray
it on.
Ema: Okay! Let's find us some
bloodstains!
>Activate Luminol Reagent
>Spray: Ground near car trunk
Phoenix: (I can see her eyes shining
behind those glasses...)
Phoenix: So, is this a bloodstain?
Ema: Uhhhh...
It's so... ugh!
Phoenix: Ema, you're shaking.
Ema: It's just... this is my
first time seeing real blood!
Phoenix: (Scientific investigation
in action...)
Ema: O-okay, well, we definitely
know that this is a
bloodstain.
Ema: But, doesn't something strike
you as odd? Scientifically
speaking, of course?
Phoenix: (What's odd about this...
scientifically?)
[E5-04-01]
A>The bloodstain's location
B>The amount of blood
[E5-04-01-A]
Answer: The bloodstain's location
Phoenix: Why, the blood stain's
location is odd! Elementary!
Ema: H-huh? Why is that
"elementary"?
Ema: I mean, I would think that
if there was a fight, you'd
expect some bloodstains here.
Phoenix: ...
I suppose you might think
that.
Ema: C'mon, Mr. Wright!
We're all counting on you!
Phoenix: (There is something odd about
this bloodstain...)
Phoenix: (But if it's not the
location of the blood,
then maybe...)
Phoenix: Maybe it's the amount
of blood that's odd?
[Continue at E5-04-01-C]
[E5-04-01-B]
Answer: The amount of blood
Phoenix: The perpetrator and Detective
Goodman fought here, right?
Phoenix: Don't you think there'd be
a little more blood?
[Continue at E5-04-01-C]
[E5-04-01-C]
Ema: I definitely think so!
Ema: I mean...
Ema: Look at all the blood on the
sole of the victim's shoe!
Phoenix: (It's strange!)
Phoenix: (If they fought here, there'd
have to be more bloodstains
than this.)
Ema: Uh, h-hey, Mr. Wright!
Ema: See how I'm marking up the
floor plans when we find
a blood stain?
Ema: See...
I'm pretty handy to have
around, right?
Phoenix: Uh, yeah. That's very...
useful information to have.
Ema: I saved up my allowance to
buy this!
Phoenix: Luminol Testing Fluid
information received from Ema.
Ema: We can't be sure that the
police will reveal all their
evidence in court.
Ema: Sometimes they fail to mention
evidence that doesn't fit with
their view of the case.
Phoenix: And we'll drag that "hidden
evidence" out into the light
of day!
Ema: Yeah!
Ema: It feels like we're really
investigating a crime now,
doesn't it?
Phoenix: (This luminol stuff is going
to come in handy.)
???: Hah!
Angel: I wonder how that fluid of
yours would react to a nice
Deli Box?
Ema: Ms. Starr!
Angel: You only trust your own eyes,
hm? Not bad, you two...
Angel: This day-old Deli Box
is on the house...
Phoenix: Sorry, it's just, that kind
of lead in doesn't really
get my mouth watering.
>Examine: Security Sign
Ema: So that's where Ms. Starr
saw the incident from.
Phoenix: You can probably see quite
a lot from up there.
Phoenix: (Hmm...)
Phoenix: (That probably means she
wasn't lying when she saw
Ms. Skye stab him...)
Phoenix: Where's the security
guard, anyway?
Ema: Well, this is just something
I heard...
Ema: But apparently he went out
to buy coffee for Ms. Starr.
Phoenix: (That woman is a force
to be reckoned with...)
>Examine: Wall
Ema: So, this is the famous
divider.
Phoenix: It sure helped us knock a
hole in that testimony today.
Phoenix: Come to think of it, this
divider helped our case more
than the actual witness.
Ema: The great divider!
A chip off the old parking
block!
Phoenix: It's just a wall.
(Scientifically speaking...)
>Examine: Oil Drum
Phoenix: So, this is the famous
oil drum.
Ema: Well, no time like the
present! I'll try to kick
it over myself!
Ema: Hii-yah!
Ema: ......
Phoenix: Th-that's okay. Don't cry.
(That Lana Skye must be a
powerful woman...)
>Examine: Trunk
Ema: That's where we found
that note.
Phoenix: "2/21 SL-9"...
The SL-9 Incident.
Ema: A case that was due for
transferal the day of
the murder.
Phoenix: (And the detective in charge
of the case was the victim.)
Ema: I wonder what kind of case
this SL-9 Incident thing was?
Phoenix: It's kind of hard to guess
just knowing the case number.
>Examine: Car
Ema: That's about as red as
a sports car can get.
Phoenix: Yup, it's pretty red alright.
Phoenix: (The body was found in
Edgeworth's car trunk...)
Phoenix: (And the lock on the trunk
was broken too...)
Phoenix: (So, the question is why did
Ms. Skye chose his car?)
Ema: So, what model car is it?
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: I think it was called
a "Sedan" or a "Coupe."
Something like that.
Ema: Those are car types,
Mr. Wright. Not models.
Ema: You're a guy, aren't you,
Mr. Wright? Your supposed
to know these things!
Phoenix: (Maybe it is about time I got
my driver's license...)
>Examine: B Block Fence
Phoenix: "B Block" is through there.
That's where visitors park.
Ema: So...
Ms. Starr climbed over
this fence!?
Phoenix: I-it seems so, yeah.
(That fence is 9 feet high
at least!)
Ema: Well no time like the
present! I think I'll
give it a little try!
Ema: Eeeek!
Ema: ......
Phoenix: I-it's okay, don't cry.
(Maybe there's a Lunchland
Olympics team?)
>Activate Luminol Reagent
>Spray: Phone
Phoenix: This blood must be from when
Lana...
Ema: No! My sister isn't the
murderer!
Phoenix: But she did call you, didn't
she?
Phoenix: At the time of the crime?
Ema: ...
Phoenix: And her right hand is
bandaged.
Ema: Hey! Just whose side are you
on!?
Phoenix: This has nothing to do with
"taking sides."
Phoenix: (So... This means that Lana's
hand had blood on it.)
Phoenix: (This just keeps getting
worse...)
>Present: Attorney's Badge
Angel: That looks like a petrified
piece of provolone.
Phoenix: Huh? I-it's not!
It's my attorney's badge!
Angel: ...
Angel: I'd think a petrified piece
of provolone would fetch more
on the open market.
Phoenix: Look, my badge isn't up for
sale. Not yet, at least.
>Present: Goodman's ID
Angel: I had one of those up until
two years ago...
Ema: Back when you were
the Cough-up Queen, right?
Phoenix: We found this ID card here
in this parking lot...
Angel: Well, there's no mistaking
that. It's definitely
Goodman's.
Phoenix: But...
Phoenix: It's the same ID as the man
who was killed at the Police
Department.
Angel: ...
That's impossible.
Phoenix: (I wish I could be so sure...)
>Present: Edgeworth's Knife
Phoenix: A body with Edgeworth's knife
stuck in it was found in
Edgeworth's car.
Angel: I'd think he owes me
his gratitude.
Phoenix: Gratitude?
Angel: Why, if I hadn't witnessed
the crime...
Ema: Mr. Edgeworth would have
been the suspect!
Phoenix: (Hmm... I wonder.)
Angel: Still, it's strange.
Angel: Why didn't our Chief
Prosecutor have her
own murder weapon ready?
>Present: Victim's Note /
Switchblade Knife
Ema: Um...
What do you think about this?
Angel: "SL-9 Incident"...
On that knife...
Angel: And on that note...
Angel: Goodman...
Angel: Goodman was the head detective
on that case, you know.
Ema: Really?
Angel: That knife was evidence
from that case... the
murder weapon.
Angel: It was due for transferal the
very day that Goodman was
killed.
Angel: As I suspected...
Angel: SL-9 isn't over! Not yet!
Phoenix: Do you think you could
tell us more about the
SL-9 Incident?
>Present: Lana's Cell Phone
Angel: It was when I grabbed the
Chief Prosecutor on the
shoulder...
Angel: She dropped that phone
on the pavement.
Phoenix: That's when you heard her
talking about the "muffler,"
right?
Angel: Little did I know...
it was a trap!
Angel: The red car's muffler,
and the prosecutor's red
muffler!
Phoenix: (What was Ms. Skye really
trying to say, I wonder?)
>Present: Crime Photo
Angel: If you think about it,
I could have taken that
picture from the guard room.
Angel: But... even I get flustered
sometimes.
Phoenix: So, you went straight to
the scene of the crime?
Angel: And climbed the chain link
fence in an effort to
stop the murder?
Angel: That's when I took this
photo, yes.
Ema: In other words... five
minutes after the crime?
Angel: Those five minutes are the
whole problem...
Angel: The hole in my testimony,
as it were.
Ema: The five minutes weren't the
problem, Ms. Starr, you lying
was the problem!
Angel: Listen, little girl.
I've had my testimony
"disregarded" before...
Angel: And I wasn't going to have
it disregarded again!
Angel: Just like that time...
Phoenix: (That time...?)
>Present: Steak Lunch
Angel: You'll give that to
Jake like I asked, won't you?
Ema: Um...!
Ema: Y-you, and Officer
M-Marshall, you... uh...
Ema: A-a-a-a-are y-you...
Are you going out!?
Angel: ...
Angel: Jake and I are cooperating
on an investigation, that's
all.
Angel: We're just putting the
past to rest.
Ema: Thank you.
>Present: Blue Badger Panel /
Goodman's Autopsy Report /
Parking Lot Floor Plans /
Victim's Shoe /
Luminol Testing Fluid /
Goodman's Lost Item Report /
ID Card Record /
Evidence Room Floorplans /
Unstable Jar /
Rubber Glove /
Evidence Locker
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: Today's trial
Angel: You certainly put me
in a tight spot today.
Phoenix: My apologies, Ms. Starr, but...
Angel: No, no, it's okay.
It was my fault.
Ema: Oh, we know.
Angel: I witnessed everything
from that security room
right there.
Angel: But... I was afraid that
wouldn't wound convincing
enough, you see...
Angel: I was wrong to think that.
I'm sorry.
Ema: Sorry? You lied on the
witness stand!
That's unforgivable!
Angel: ...
Angel: Little girl, don't forget
what's important here.
Angel: Even if the place I witnessed
the events from was different,
I still saw what I saw.
Angel: I saw Chief Prosecutor Skye
stab a man in cold blood, and
that testimony still stands!
Ema: Ah...
Angel: I swear it on my honor as
a detective!
She stabbed Goodman!
Ema: ...!
Phoenix: (I know this photograph has
something important to tell
us... but what?)
>Talk: Detective Starr
Ema: So... you were a detective,
weren't you, Ms. Starr?
Angel: Yes...
It was a long time ago.
Well, two years ago.
Angel: No matter how hardened the
criminal, when they faced
me...
Angel: They coughed it up.
Phoenix: Coughed it... up?
Angel: They confessed.
Angel: They babbled like babies.
Angel: You know, I may seem like
a demon sometimes...
But I can be an angel, too.
Phoenix: I wouldn't doubt it.
Angel: Every day, I dragged the
dirt out of the mouths of
suspect after suspect...
Angel: And before long, they called
me...
The Cough-up Queen!
Ema: Oh, and here I had thought someone
had gotten food poisoning
from your lunches.
Phoenix: And... you were "let go"?
Er... fired?
Angel: I felt that I had found my
dream job when I became
an investigator...
Angel: And if these prim and proper
prosecutors hadn't let me go,
I'd still be one today.
Angel: It's all because of that
case...
The SL-9 Incident.
Phoenix: Ess... el..?
(Wait! She doesn't mean...!)
>SL9 Incident
Angel: That's when I learned the
truth.
Angel: We're nothing to them.
Disposable.
Ema: Disposable?
Angel: Two years ago... it was the
biggest case I'd ever handled.
Angel: The police and the prosecutors
were desperate for decisive
evidence.
Ema: So... they didn't solve it?
Angel: On the contrary.
Angel: It was solved quite cleanly.
The criminal was caught
and executed.
Phoenix: (E-executed...?)
Angel: Yes, the criminal got what
was coming to him. It doesn't
get any cleaner than that.
Angel: The only problem was...
they never did find decisive
evidence. Not even a little.
Phoenix: What!? But the criminal
was executed, right?
Angel: Evidence... of a sort.
Made up evidence.
Ema: Wh-what? You mean
they executed someone
with fabricated evidence!?
Angel: ...
The best part came several
months after the trial.
Angel: Every detective involved with
the case was dealt with.
Angel: Some were demoted to
patrolmen, others found
themselves out of a job...
Ema: And... you were one of those?
Angel: Myself, and one other person
you know well.
Phoenix: (Wait, could it be...?)
Angel: Exactly.
Officer Jake Marshall.
Angel: He's on security detail
in the Police Department,
isn't he?
>Talk: Detective Marshall
Angel: As professional detectives,
we investigated that case
from every angle.
Angel: Jake was particularly
determined.
Angel: And then... it was over.
And he was demoted.
Angel: However...
Angel: He hasn't forgotten.
And neither have I!
Phoenix: You haven't forgotten SL-9?
Angel: There was another side to
that case, a hidden side.
That's what we're after now.
Angel: And no one up in their fancy
offices can stop us.
Ema: Wait!
Ema: Th-those lunches you sell...
Angel: There is only one reason I
come to sell lunches in this
accursed office.
Angel: I come here to meet old
friends... boyfriends that
can help me investigate.
Phoenix: (Ms. Starr's old boyfriends...
How many does she have,
anyway?)
Phoenix: (Just when the detectives on
this case have disappeared,
we find new evidence...)
Ema: There has to be a connection!
Angel: So, Rookie...
Phoenix: Wh-what!
Angel: It seems like you're serious
about investigating this
case...
Phoenix: Yes.
Angel: Then you should take this.
Phoenix: A... Salisbury Steak Lunch?
Angel: I know a certain guy who
might help you if you tempt
him with this treat...
Steak Lunch received
from Ms. Starr.
Ema: Um, Ms. Starr...?
Ema: Officer Marshall... is he
your... uh, are you his...?
Ema: Are you g-g-g-going out!?
Angel: Why do you want to know?
Ema: I was just wondering
what happened to him?
Ema: A long time ago, when he
was helping my sister do
cases, he was so nice.
Ema: He got along so well with my
sister, it made me jealous.
Ema: And... he was nice to
me too, back then.
Phoenix: (This would be when Officer
Marshall was a detective.)
Ema: But now... now he's so cold!
Angel: ...
Angel: Jake and I are merely
cooperating on this
investigation.
Angel: We're putting the past to
rest, as it were. Nothing
more than that.
Ema: I... I see.
Thank you.
Phoenix: (Officer Jake Marshall...
Hmm...)
>Move: High Prosecutor's Office
February 23
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
Ema: Well, this place is certainly
tidy today.
Phoenix: And it will be tidy tomorrow,
too.
Phoenix: Incidentally,
he's not here.
Ema: I'm sure he's off doing
important investigations!
Phoenix: I hope that's what he's doing.
Ema: ...?
Phoenix: (I guess we'll have to
come back.)
>Examine: Trophy
Ema: He won such a prestigious
award. Why would he just leave
it on the couch?
Phoenix: Better this than that giant
Steel Samurai.
Phoenix: (Edgeworth has always been
like that.)
Ema: Really? Hey, I should write
this down. Tell me what he was
like as a kid!
Phoenix: Back in elementary school, he
won awards for all kinds of
things.
Phoenix: Speech contests, essays,
playing the flute, golf
tournaments...
Ema: That doesn't exactly sound
like typical elementary school
stuff.
Phoenix: But he always hated receiving
awards. He'd make some smart
remark like,
Edgeworth: "I know the path I've walked.
No one else needs to tell me."
Phoenix: That's how he's always been.
Ema: Kind of gets under your skin,
doesn't it?
>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 speed at the time
of impact would be...
Ema: ...
Ema: Got it!
Approximately 70.71 miles
per hour!
Phoenix: (That's handy to know...)
>Activate Luminol Reagent
>Spray: Ground
Ema: What? It looks like some blood
has dripped down here!
Phoenix: Judging by the amount, my
guess is it's from a
nosebleed.
Ema: A nosebleed, hm?
Ema: Maybe in his wrath,
Ema: Mr. Edgeworth slapped someone
for their incompetence.
Phoenix: (Why does Detective Gumshoe's
face come to mind...?)
>Move: Underground Parking Lot
>Move: Detention Center
February 23
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Phoenix: Looks like Ms. Skye is
in questioning...
Ema: I hope the detectives aren't
yelling at her...
Ema: "How did you kill him in two
places at the same time!"
Ema: Can you imagine?
Phoenix: How's she supposed to answer
that!
Phoenix: (Wait a second...)
Phoenix: (The Chief said they'd caught
the criminal at the
Police Department!)
Ema: Let's come back later!
>Examine: Guard
Phoenix: This guard monitors
the visitor's room.
Phoenix: One murder at the Prosecutor's
Office... one at the Police
Department...
Phoenix: He must be frozen with fear
thinking that he might be
next...
Ema: Don't scare the poor guy!
>Move: Wright & Co. Law Offices
>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: Egad! The bellboy was
staring right at me.
Ema: He looks wimpy, but you
can tell, there's a
sharp edge under that facade.
Ema: That bellboy is going to
be someone someday.
Phoenix: (Wish someone would say that
about me...)
>Examine: Charley
Phoenix: Mia's plant, "Charley."
Phoenix: I've been taking care of
him in Maya's absence.
Phoenix: Huh?
He looks a little
yellow today...
Ema: Oh, I watered him just now.
I mixed in a lot, too.
Phoenix: Mixed in... what?
Ema: Why my very own scientific
additive! Well, Charley?
You like it?
Phoenix: I told you, he's turning
yellow!
>Examine: Desk
Phoenix: Mia's desk.
Phoenix: I sit here even less now
that I've stopped taking
cases.
Ema: Uh oh! I have a history test
coming up next week!
I'd better study!
Ema: I'm borrowing this desk, okay?
Ema: Let's see...
George Washington was the
first king of America...
Phoenix: (Sorry, Mia...)
>Examine: Bookshelf
Phoenix: Difficult-looking legal books
stand in a formidable row.
They mock me.
Ema: Oh, I tried studying one of
those just now.
Ema: Remember what they were
talking about in the
trial today...?
Phoenix: Oh, right, evidence law.
So, did you learn anything?
Ema: Well, when I tried reading
it made my head hurt.
Phoenix: Oh...
Ema: Then, when I closed it, it
slipped out of my hand and
fell on my foot.
Phoenix: (Oddly enough I find myself
identifying with her on this
one...)
>Present: Goodman's ID
Ema: That number was the clincher,
wasn't it!
Phoenix: 5842189... It's in the record.
Ema: The ID number of the detective
killed at the Police
Department that day at 5:15.
Ema: But... we found this card
in the parking lot at the
Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: (Something to think about
later when I'm not so busy.)
Ema: Don't leave me here to do
all the thinking alone!
>Present: Prosecutor's Trophy
Ema: I bet you'd be pretty happy
with a "King of Attorneys"
shield, too, huh?
Phoenix: We defense attorneys are a
scattered, unrecognized bunch.
Ema: Still... I wonder why the
trophy shield is broken?
Phoenix: It is pretty odd, huh?
Phoenix: (I doubt it has anything to
do with this case though...)
>Present: Edgeworth's Knife
Ema: So... Mr. Edgeworth's knife
was the murder weapon.
Phoenix: Right... or so the witness,
Ms. Starr, claims.
Phoenix: She saw your sister stab
Mr. Goodman with this knife.
Ema: Ugh...
You know, all of this is
that Angel Starr's fault!
Phoenix: She's not the one on trial
here.
Ema: Well, no, but she must have
seen it wrong!
Phoenix: Her eyesight isn't on trial
here, either.
>Present: Lana's Cell Phone
Phoenix: According to Ms. Starr's
testimony...
Phoenix: Ms. Skye used her phone right
after the murder... she called
you, right?
Ema: B-but...!
She hung up right away.
Ema: And it was a bad connection.
I couldn't hear anything.
Phoenix: (Because it was an underground
parking lot, I suppose...)
Ema: She did say something about
a "muffler"...
Ema: but got cut off...
>Present: Crime Photo
Ema: Th-this photograph...
Ms. Starr must have been
seeing things!
Phoenix: And photographing things?
Phoenix: (This proves Ms. Skye was
there at the scene of the
crime!)
Phoenix: (She is connected to
this crime somehow...
but how?)
>Present: Switchblade Knife
Phoenix: Why would this have been
in the car's exhaust pipe?
Ema: It's evidence from an
old case, right?
Phoenix: Right... the SL-9 incident.
It was already solved,
apparently.
Phoenix: (This knife was stolen on
the day of the evidence
transferal...)
Phoenix: (Maybe I should look into
this "S-L9 Incident"...)
>Present: Luminol Testing Fluid
Ema: This stuff is pretty
expensive.
Phoenix: You don't say. How much does
it cost?
Ema: I'd say about $10 per gram!
Ema: I save up my allowance
to buy it.
Phoenix: Your allowance...? Does
your sister give you that?
Ema: Yes.
We don't have parents...
Phoenix: R-right...
Ema: Sometimes she even gives me
a bottle instead of my
allowance!
Phoenix: A bottle of luminol testing
fluid...?
Phoenix: (Man, I'd just take the
allowance myself...)
>Present: Parking Lot Floor Plans /
Victim's Shoe /
Steak Lunch /
Goodman's Lost Item Report /
ID Card Record /
Evidence Room Floorplans /
Unstable Jar /
Rubber Glove /
Evidence Locker /
Screwdriver /
Fingerprinting Set
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: What to do
Phoenix: Well... where should we
begin?
Ema: Oh, well, isn't it obvious?
We should begin with that,
y'know... that thing.
Phoenix: The mystery of the victim I
guess. How could one man,
Detective Goodman...
Phoenix: be killed in two places
simultaneously?
Ema: Oh, well, you see...
Phoenix: We should go to the Police
Department... the evidence
room was it?
Ema: Uh... I'm not being very useful
here, am I...
Phoenix: (No, no! You're being very...
helpful.)
>Talk: Any ideas
Ema: Poor Mr. Edgeworth...
Gant: You are becoming a thorn in
my side, Worthy...
There've been rumors...
Gant: After all, you were in the
defendant's chair just last
year...!
Edgeworth: ...!
Ema: There was that
business with him not reading
that officer's report...
Phoenix: Ah, about the killing at
the Police Department, right.
Phoenix: (The Chief of Police was
right about that...)
Phoenix: (But I can't help
but think...)
Phoenix: (Someone at the Police
Department doesn't like
Edgeworth...)
>Move: Criminal Affairs Dept.
February 23
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
Phoenix: Wow, everyone looks deadly
serious here...
Ema: Well, there was a vicious
murder of a detective
in this department, after all.
Phoenix: Yes, but the same detective
was also killed at the same
time in the Prosecutor's lot.
Ema: Ugh...
It makes my head hurt.
Phoenix: Well, first things first.
I want to check out the
crime scene here.
Ema: Yes, you sound "dead"-set
on investigating!
Ema: But don't mess up, or we
could wind up... dead!
Phoenix: I doubt anyone wants more
mysteries or dead bodies
around here right now.
Phoenix: (But... it doesn't look like
anyone's going to help us
much, either.)
>Examine: Detective
Phoenix: That must be one of
the detectives.
Phoenix: He's mumbling something
to himself.
Police: "I know! The killer used
dry ice!"
Phoenix: "If you put it between the
latch and the door, the
room could be sealed shut!"
Police: This is good!
I'll win a writer's
award for sure.
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: He's not writing a report...
he's writing a novel.
>Examine: Desks
Phoenix: These are the detectives'
desks.
Phoenix: There are computers and files
on each one. Funny, they're
a lot tidier than I'd expect.
Phoenix: I guess the detectives don't
spend a lot of time at their
desks.
>Examine: Posters
Phoenix: A poster of a female
police officer...
Phoenix: Wait, no. That's the latest
"Babes in Uniform" calendar.
My bad.
>Examine: Head Detective
Phoenix: That must be the Head
Detective.
Phoenix: He's glued to his computer
screen.
Chief: Wha...!?
"Detective killed in the
evidence room"!
Chief: "Tell no one outside the
Police Department"!?
Chief: Nooo! I told the old lady
at the restaurant everything!
Phoenix: (Someone's getting a
demotion...)
>Examine: Blue Badger
Phoenix: So this is the police mascot,
is it?
Chief: The Blue Badger!
The future star of the
police force!
Ema: The design's a little changed
from the one outside...
Chief: Ah, well, the Dancing
Blue Badger(tm) is still
under development, you see.
Ema: You have it trademarked?
Chief: Absolutely! It's cutting
edge stuff. Very "now."
Chief: I showed this doll here to
my daughter and she burst
into tears!
Phoenix: (Don't show her the moving
mock-up outside then, you'll
give her nightmares.)
>Move: Police Dept. Entrance
February 23
Police Department
Entrance
Phoenix: It's even busier here today
than it was yesterday.
Ema: The detectives are running
around so fast they're
blurring.
Phoenix: (I suppose it makes sense--
a detective did get killed
in their own department.)
Ema: So... the evidence room.
The scene of the crime!
Ema: According to the pamphlet
we got at the front desk...
Ema: Here it is!
Phoenix: (She's like a kid at an
amusement park.)
Ema: Ooh, a real crime scene!
Let's go take a look!
>Examine: Blue Badger
Ema: The Blue Badger is still
writhing around today.
Phoenix: Let's give him the benefit
of the doubt and say he's
dancing.
Phoenix: (Speaking of "dancing"...)
Phoenix: (The whole Police Department
has been dancing around like
crazy since yesterday...)
Ema: Can I take out
his batteries?
Ema: I just can't help but feel
he's going to do something
naughty!
>Examine: Officers
Phoenix: Look, that patrolman is
saluting the other guy.
He must be a detective!
Police: You idiot! What were you
thinking!? Where's your head?
Patrolman: S-sir, it's r-right
here sir.
Ema: ...
Ema: I guess he wasn't saluting, he
was showing the detective
where his head was.
Phoenix: They make a good pair.
>Move: Security Guard Office
February 23
Evidence Room Entrance
Guard Station
Phoenix: What's with the decor in
this place? It's very...
eccentric.
Ema: According to the pamphlet,
this is the guard station
for the evidence room.
Phoenix: So, beyond that door is the
evidence room... the scene
of the crime?
Ema: It sure seems that way...
Oh. Ohhh...
Phoenix: What's wrong?
Ema: It's those cacti! They're
so prickly... so imposing!
It's hard to think straight.
Phoenix: (If you can't handle the
cacti, stay out of the
desert...)
Phoenix: What I want to know is, if
this is a guard station,
where is the guard?
Ema: I have a feeling I know who
this guard is already...
>Examine: Ponchos
Ema: There's a security guard
uniform hanging there.
Phoenix: It looks more like a costume
than a uniform, honestly.
Ema: A leather jacket, leather
pants, a leather...
Ema: What was that called again?
Ema: A punchy? A paunchy?
A pinchy? I know! A poochy!
Ema: Hmm...
Wait, maybe that wasn't it.
Phoenix: (It's a "poncho," but I think
I'll keep that information to
myself for the time being.)
>Examine: Cacti
Ema: Yipes, that sure is
prickly. It must be
the real deal.
Phoenix: I would think just one big
one would be sufficient.
Ema: This cactus... is a lot
like my sister, actually.
Phoenix: M-Ms. Skye?
Ema: Encased in a cold, rigid
shell, with thorns pointing
in every direction...
Ema: Just like her.
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: You know, I've been looking at
this cactus a while now, and
I don't see the resemblance.
Ema: ...
Ema: It's more an attitude thing
than a physical similarity.
>Examine: Monitors
Phoenix: It looks like there's a video
feed from the evidence room
here.
Ema: There's a light blinking
below the monitor.
Ema: It says "Recording"!
Ema: I bet we could use this
computer to check on who
went in and out of here!
>Examine: Swinging Door
Ema: This swinging door makes
the place look like some
kind of saloon!
Phoenix: But look, it's nailed shut.
You can't get in that way.
Ema: Of course not! If you went
in through here..
Ema: The cactus would fall over.
Ouch!
Phoenix: I'd say it'd be more of
an "Yeeeeaargh," myself.
>Examine: Lasso
Ema: Look, on the floor,
a lasso!
Phoenix: Hmm... looks like it's set up
to trap something.
Ema: A trap, here?
Wait, I know!
Ema: Maybe someone was trying to
catch a wild bull in here...
But the lasso missed!
Phoenix: You sure have an active
imagination.
>Examine: Door
Phoenix: The evidence room is
beyond that door.
Ema: Let's just walk in!
...
Ema: It won't open.
Phoenix: You thought it'd be open?
Phoenix: (I think we'd need someone's
permission to go in there
first...)
>Activate Luminol Reagent
>Spray: Tip of large cactus
Ema: Wow! We got a reaction!
Phoenix: Hm. There's clearly blood
around the thorns here.
Phoenix: This room's pretty messy.
Someone must have tripped over
something...
Phoenix: and planted their head right
in these thorns.
Ema: ...
Ema: I think that might be more
painful than being murdered.
February 23
Police Department
Entrance
Phoenix: (This place is charge with
frantic energy, as always.)
???: Please!!!
Ema: Huh? Wasn't that...
Gumshoe: One steak lunch, please!
Oh, it's you.
Phoenix: Detective Gumshoe!
Gumshoe: Now's no time for chit-chat,
pal. I'm a busy man!
Gumshoe: What I really need is a
steak lunch from Lunchland.
Ema: Oh... you mean one of these?
Actually, it's not for sale...
Gumshoe: ......
Phoenix: (I think I just heard the
sound of his heart breaking.)
Gumshoe: Now's no time for despair!
Gumshoe: We've caught our criminal!
Now we just need evidence!
Phoenix: The criminal... you mean...?
Gumshoe: You heard about the stabbing
in the Police Department
evidence room, pal?
Phoenix: On the same day that a
detective was killed in the
Prosecutor's parking lot...
Phoenix: Another detective...
was killed at the Police
Department!?
Edgeworth: And the perpetrator?
Do you have a suspect?
Gant: Well, there was a suspect.
Just arrested 'em, in fact.
Gumshoe: It's the biggest scandal to
hit the station in ages!
Everything's topsy-turvy.
Phoenix: But, Detective Gumshoe,
who was it?
Gumshoe: Listen, pal, all I know is
I need me a steak lunch,
pronto!
Gumshoe: Standing around here talking
isn't going to fill my belly!
Ema: W-wait!
Don't leave!
Gumshoe: If you want to know more,
head on down to the detention
center, pal.
Gumshoe: Questioning should be over,
so I figure he's down
there having a good cry.
Gumshoe: Later!
Ema: He ran off to the
evidence room...
Phoenix: Well, this investigation
is off to a running start.
>Examine: Officers
Phoenix: Look, that patrolman is
saluting the other guy.
He must be a detective!
Police: Answer me! How many
fingers do you see!?
Patrolman: ...
I-I'm sorry! I don't know!
Police: Well, that's 20 for the
left, but nowhere near
that for the right...
Police: Get glasses, officer!
Ema: ...
Ema: That wasn't a salute...
It was an eye test!
Phoenix: They make a good pair.
>Move: Detention Center
February 23
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Ema: Still, I do feel
better about things.
A little.
Ema: I mean, they caught the
person who stabbed Detective
Goodman, didn't they?
Phoenix: Uh, yeah, I guess they did.
Phoenix: (Best to not go too far down
that road right now. Things
will just get confusing.)
*WHEEEEEEEEEEEEN*
Ema: Wh-what was that!?
???: Sir! That's what I'm saying!
Me, a perpetrator?
??? I-I-I'd say I-I-I was the
perpetrated against, sir!
That's what I'd say!
???: Ah, oh, uh.
Hi.
Greetings, sir!
Ema: Wait, I know who you are...
Officer: Excuse me! But is
Mr. Edgeworth, uh...
anywhere on the premises?
Officer: I'm here, sir, at the
request of the Chief, sir!
I've got your report, sir!
Ema: Officer Meekins!
So you're a guard here at
the detention center?
Officer: No, sir! I'm not, sir!
I'm a little lost patrolman,
like a little lost lamb, sir!
Ema: Oh, I get it. You're here to
deliver a report?
Officer: No, sir, I, uh, how should
I say this...
Phoenix: (Wait... he isn't... is he?)
Phoenix: You... Officer Meekins...
You didn't... did you?
Officer: Err..........
Meekins: Perpetrator Officer Meekins
reporting, sir!!!
Ema: What...!?
Ema: Whaaaaaaaaat!?
Phoenix: (Now this is an unexpected
turn of events...)
>Examine: Camera
Phoenix: Smile for the camera...
Phoenix: Poor Officer Meekins...
I think he knows he's
being watched.
>Examine: Guard
Phoenix: This guard monitors
the visitor's room.
Phoenix: Seeing a fellow patrolman
in here must make him worry
about his own fate in life.
Ema: No comments from the peanut
gallery!
>Talk: The day of the crime
Meekins: Sir! I'm a patrolman with
General Affairs, sir!
SIR!
Phoenix: Ow. I can hear you fine,
Officer Meekins.
Meekins: I had some business that
day, sir, and so I went to
the evidence room, sir...
Meekins: The guard office in front of
the room was empty, sir!
Ema: So, normally there's a guard
at the evidence room?
Meekins: That's right, sir! Because
evidence is kept in the
evidence room, sir!
Meekins: Now, the security officer...
was none other than
Officer Marshall!
Phoenix: (M-Marshall!?)
Meekins: Then, sir, I happened to
glance at the security
room monitor!
Meekins: That's when I saw him, sir!
Meekins: A suspicious person in the
evidence room!
A suspicious person, sir!
Meekins: A suspicious person!
Yowwowowowowowow!!!
Phoenix: (What the heck is this
guy doing?)
Ema: So what happened then?
Meekins: After that, sir, I...
I... everything went white!
I saw red! I blacked out!
Meekins: And... when I came to,
I was here. In the detention
center.
Phoenix: (How long were you out!?
Days!?)
Ema: Um, might I ask...
what happened to your hand?
Meekins: Sir! There was no one to
bandage me, sir!
Meekins: So I did what I could to
wrap it up, sir!
Phoenix: (A bandage on his hand...
just like Ms. Skye.)
Ema: Yet another similarity between
this case and the one at the
Prosecutor's Office...
Phoenix: First things first...
tell us how you hurt your
hand!
.
>Talk: The victim
Phoenix: Um, I don't mean to pry,
but you are the perpetrator,
correct?
Phoenix: You killed Detective Bruce
Goodman in the evidence
room... right?
Meekins: Sir...
Please don't look at me with
those sad puppy dog eyes, sir!
Meekins: If you have to label me as
persecutor or victim, sir...
Meekins: Then label me victim!
Phoenix: Um, I would, but you happen
to be in detention. And alive
and well at that.
Meekins: Ah, yes, well, that's true,
sir. I suppose you could say
that.
Phoenix: Did you know the victim,
Detective Goodman?
Meekins: Well, sir, if I had to label
him as a "stranger" or a
"total stranger"...
Meekins: Then I'd say he leans heavily
on the "total stranger" side!
Phoenix: So... you didn't know him?
Meekins: Sir! I work in a tiny
department, devoid of light
or other creature comforts!
Meekins: I don't know any detectives!
Ema: So, if he was a total
stranger, why did you stab
him?
Meekins: Sir! I had n-no intention
of killing him, sir! None!
Meekins: N-nor do I have any
recollection of k-killing
him, sir!
Phoenix: (At least someone around here
is more confused than I am.)
>Talk: Bandaged hand
Phoenix: And your hand... that happened
when Detective Goodman was
stabbed?
Meekins: Well! You see, sir,
I, er...
Ema: Don't you think you
should just confess?
Meekins: But, sir! Sir! But!
There was nothing I could do!
Phoenix: "Nothing you could do"...?
Meekins: Sir, to tell the truth,
sir, when it happened...
Meekins: When the detective pointed
that knife at me, I just
hollered, sir!
Meekins: And the next thing I knew,
I was unconscious!
Phoenix: The next thing you knew
you were... huh?
Meekins: Then, when I opened my eyes...
Meekins: I was alone in the evidence
room, sir! All alone!
Meekins: Alone, because...
Because Detective Goodman
had disappeared!!!
Ema: What!?
Meekins: Then when I looked down,
I was gushing blood from
my hand, sir!
Meekins: Oh, the shock! Oh, the
sorrow, sir! Can you
imagine how I felt?
Phoenix: (The victim's body...
disappeared...?)
Ema: Hmm...
That's some story.
>Present: Attorney's Badge
Phoenix: Officer Meekins, have a look
at this.
Meekins: ...
Meekins: Go ahead, sir, laugh!
Laugh at me, sir!
Phoenix: Ha ha... huh?
Meekins: I know what you want to say!
You're going to tell me how
she has one just like it!
Ema: M-me? Why would I...?
Meekins: I know, sir, I know.
I'm the only one without a
girl with matching badges!
Meekins: Nowhere! I'm alone! All alone!
Is that so wrong!?
Meekins: Life isn't all about high
school sweethearts and
youthful romance, sir!
Phoenix: (Is he talking about those
badges on her coat?)
Ema: Hmph.
Phoenix: (I'd like to think there's a
difference between my badge
and a fashion accessory...)
>Present: Goodman's ID
Ema: Um... do you think you could
take a look at this?
Meekins: ...
Hey!
Meekins: That's it, sir! That's it!
That's it!!!
Ema: That's what!?
Meekins: My head was a blank until
this very moment!
Meekins: But, sir, now I remember!
I remember, sir!
Phoenix: You mean you remember
what happened?
Meekins: Correct! That card, that
card was the cause of it all!
Ema: This... ID card?
Meekins: Exactly, sir!
That's exactly it!
Meekins: Nothing could be more
exact, sir! Nothing!
Phoenix: (I'd better pry into this
one a little deeper.)
>Present: Edgeworth's Knife /
Switchblade Knife
Phoenix: Officer Meekins, this
is for you!
Meekins: Eeeek!
I-I'm scared of knives, sir!
Phoenix: It's okay, I just wanted
you to take a look at it.
Meekins: That's it, sir! Last night,
sir! That's the one!
Meekins: I was an apple sir, in my
dream, sir, and I was...
I was being peeled!
Ema: On second thought, you don't
have to look at the knife.
Phoenix: (Hmm... He's overreacting to
the knife, but I guess he's
been through a lot.)
>Present: Crime Photo
Meekins: Hey! Why do you have that?
That's...
Phoenix: From the day... It was
taken at the Prosecutor's
Office.
Ema: The day that Detective
Goodman's body was found
in the trunk...
Meekins: So this means...
Meekins: This means I'm a free man!
Innocent!
Meekins: If this is a dream, sir...
Meekins: Then I hope I never wake up!
Phoenix: (If this is a dream you'd
better wake up right now!)
>Present: Prosecutor Trophy /
Parking Stub /
Blue Badger Panel /
Goodman's Autopsy Report /
Victim's Note /
Lana's Cell Phone /
Parking Lot Floor Plans /
Victim's Shoe /
Luminol Testing Fluid /
Steak Lunch /
Goodman's Lost Item Report /
ID Card Record /
Evidence Room Floorplans /
Unstable Jar /
Rubber Glove /
Evidence Locker /
Screwdriver /
Fingerprinting Set
Phoenix: Officer Meekins, could you
take a look at this?
Meekins: I'm sorry, sir, really sorry,
but I have no idea what
that is.
Meekins: Maybe you should ask
Mr. Edgeworth, sir?
Ema: He's passing the buck,
Mr. Wright.
Phoenix: It takes a special kind of
man to pass the buck to
Edgeworth...
>Talk: Crime details
Phoenix: Can you tell me what it is
you do "remember"?
Meekins: Well sir, you might say I'm a
lost little patrolman. A lost
little lamb, if you will!
Meekins: I didn't know Mr. Detective
Goodman who was in the
evidence room.
Phoenix: And that's why you thought he
looked suspicious...
Meekins: Sir, I entered the evidence
room, and asked the man to
display his ID card!
Ema: Well, that sounds pretty
much by the book so far.
Meekins: Th-that's right, sir!
That's what I've been trying
to tell you!
Phoenix: So you asked Detective Goodman
to show his ID card. What
did he do?
Meekins: That's the thing! Suddenly
he pointed a knife at me!
Ema: What...!?
Meekins: Sir, I assure you I was as
flustered as you are right
now!
Meekins: So I whooped and leapt
at him!
Phoenix: (Detective Goodman pointed
a knife at him?)
Meekins: "Do unto others before
they do unto you"!
My father's own words, sir!
Ema: Wh-what happened then?
Meekins: Well...
Meekins: My eyes, sir... everything
went white.
When I awoke, I was here.
Phoenix: (Right...)
>Reason for arrest
Ema: So, Officer Meekins, why was
it that they arrested you?
Phoenix: What do you mean, Ema?
Ema: Let's look at what we know.
Ema: Now, Officer Meekins didn't
know Detective Goodman...
Ema: And the "victim" whom he met
at the scene of the crime
didn't show his ID card.
Phoenix: In other words, we have no
way of knowing if the victim
was really the victim!
Ema: And if this "body" just
"disappeared" from the
evidence room...
Ema: We don't even know if anyone
actually died!
Meekins: That's it, sir! That!
That's what I wanted to say!
Meekins: That is... I did say
something along those
lines.
Ema: Huh?
But you still ended up
here...?
Meekins: They told me that it had to be
him, sir.
"On that day, at that time..."
Meekins: Detective Goodman was
definitely in the evidence
room." That's what they said.
Phoenix: But... you don't remember
the events clearly?
Meekins: No... but the video tape
is quite clear.
Ema: Huh? Video tape...?
Meekins: From the security camera.
Meekins: The crime, my crime, the crime
I swore to stamp out! It's
there! It's me! It's on tape!
Phoenix: ...
Ema: ...
Meekins: ...
Ema: And you wait until now
to tell us this!?
Meekins: I'm sorry, really sorry, sir!
I'll hand over my badge!
I don't deserve it!
Phoenix: N-no thanks, I have my own.
(Well, guess we'd better go
check out the crime scene.)
>Move: Criminal Affairs Dept.
February 23
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
Ema: H-hey, Mr. Wright!
Look who's standing at
the Head Detective's desk!
Phoenix: (It's Chief Gant!)
Gant: Are you sure this
is all, hmm?
Gant: You know what it means
if there is anything missing!
Chief: Sir! I'm sure it's most
likely totally perfect!
Chief: We checked the drawers,
the lockers, the garbage
cans, the coat pockets...
Chief: the pillowcases, behind the
computer monitors, the
coffee machine...
Gant: I see. Well, if anything
does turn up, you call me
right away, deal?
Chief: Y-y-y-yessir!!!
We'll scour the place
again, sir!
Phoenix: (The Head Detective
looks a little flustered...)
Gant: Ah hah! Wrighto, my boy!
How ya been? Swim much?
Phoenix: Oh ho ho, Chief Gant!
Reporting for duty, sir!
Ema: Why are you saluting
him, Mr. Wright!?
>Examine: Detective
Phoenix: That must be one of
the detectives.
Phoenix: He's mumbling something
to himself.
Police: "I know! The killer used
a cassette tape!"
Police: "What a crafty trick!
That gunshot was a fake!"
Police: This is good! No one will
expect a cassette tape in
this day and age!
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: He's not writing a report...
he's writing a novel.
>Examine: Head Detective
Chief: Ooh, sorry you had to
see that.
Ema: Uh... what exactly did
the Chief of Police want
you to do?
Chief: Well, see over there?
That's Goodman's desk.
Chief: He wanted me to check it
for anything that might
be a clue...
Chief: They took away every last
piece of garbage in the trash
can.
Ema: So, nothing belonging to
Detective Goodman is still
here?
Chief: Of course not!
Well, except for this.
Ema: What!? You kept something!?
Chief: Sure, why not? It's not
important. He didn't even
finish writing it!
Chief: It's a lost item report
but it's only half complete.
Ema: A lost item?
Did Detective Goodman lose
something?
Phoenix: The date on it is February 21.
(I'll make a note of that
just in case.)
Goodman's Lost Item Report
added to the Court Record.
Phoenix: (I should probably get a
quick look around the
crime scene...)
>Present: Anything
Phoenix: I was wondering, could
you have a look at this?
Gant: Ah, sorry, Wrighto.
Gant: I'm through with that
stuff. Through, I say.
Gant: Go find that guy who can't
seem to sit still out there.
The busy one...
Ema: The guy who can't sit
still... does he mean
Detective Gumshoe?
Phoenix: Either him or the
Dancing Blue Badger.
>Talk: Edgeworth
Phoenix: Um... is Edgeworth
going to be okay?
Gant: Oh, Worthy? Oh, you know,
they're doing a little
inquiry committee with him.
Ema: Sounds like an inquisition...!
Gant: Yep, well, we've had no end
of trouble with the boy since
last year...
Phoenix: You mean... the incident
on Gourd Lake?
Gant: It doesn't look good having
one of our top people sitting
in the defendant's seat.
Gant: Now, you got someone else
found guilty in that case,
right, Wrighto?
Phoenix: (von Karma...)
Gant: A legend he was, undefeated
in his forty year career!
Gant: But in court you fixed it
so he was caught for forging
evidence...
Phoenix: W-wait! I didn't do anything
wrong! He did forge evidence.
Gant: In any case, the Prosecutor's
Office is in a bit of
turmoil, you might say.
Gant: Why, they'd do just about
anything to restore their
reputation.
Gant: Now, depending on what that
inquiry committee decides...
It could be bad for Worthy.
Ema: Wh-what!?
>Talk: Evident incident
Gant: It's downright odd, I tell
you. I mean, it happened
at exactly the same time!
Phoenix: (The murder at the
Prosecutor's Office...)
Ema: Scientifically speaking,
it's impossible!
Gant: Yes, but that's what
the evidence is saying.
Gant: "Goodman was stabbed in
two locations at the same
time!" That's what it says.
Phoenix: What evidence is this...?
Gant: Now, now, Wrighto, I can't
give away all our secrets
just like that!
Gant: And this in particular, well
it's a little sensitive...
and I can't talk about it.
Phoenix: (I wasn't expecting much
anyway.)
Gant: You know, one thing I hate
most of all is hiding stuff.
Secrets. Can't stand 'em!
Gant: But you know...
Gant: It's a full time job just
keeping the Head Detective's
trap shut!
Ema: Ah, he was the one you were
picking on earlier?
Gant: Huh? You saw that?
Whoops!
Phoenix: (I wonder what it was that
he wanted the Head
Detective to do?)
Ema: Let's see if we can kind
of discreetly ask him.
>Talk: Permission granted
Phoenix: Actually, I was wondering
if I could ask you a favor?
Gant: Hmm? Well, I never thought
the day would come when
Wrighto asked me for help!
Phoenix: I was wondering if we could
investigate the evidence
room?
Gant: Now, Wrighto...
Phoenix: A-actually, I'm sorry,
I d-don't need to investigate
after all!
Gant: Wrighto, please, do I look
like a selfish man?
Phoenix: Huh?
Gant: Heck, if anyone asked me
"sir, can I borrow $50?"
I'd give them $50, no problem.
Gant: So, go ahead! Investigate
that room to your heart's
content! Knock yourself out!
Ema: It just goes to show, you
never know until you ask!
Gant: And for you, here,
you can borrow this.
Ema: Huh... hey!
This is a detective's
ID card, isn't it?
Gant: That's a special card for
guests, so don't lose it.
Ema: Y-yessir!
It's an honor!
Gant: You just run along and
do your best, now. Later,
folks!
Ema: Heh heh! It looks pretty
cool on my lapel, doesn't
it? Just think, a real ID!
Phoenix: You seem... happy.
Ema: Yes, sir! Because, sir, we
get to go into the evidence
room now, sir!
Phoenix: (I think this place is a bad
influence on the girl.)
>Move: Police Dept. Entrance
>Move: Security Guard Office
>Examine: Door
Phoenix: The evidence room is
beyond that door.
Ema: And we have the ID card
from Chief Gant!
Ema: Let's just walk in!
...
Ema: It won't open.
Phoenix: Ah hah! The card reader is
turned off, see?
Ema: What is that security
guard thinking?
???: Howdy, pardners. Well, well,
what's made my bambina's
skies so gray?
Phoenix: O-Officer Marshall!
(Somehow, I knew...)
Marshall: What's that "somehow I knew"
look for?
Marshall: As you may have surmised,
this here's my saloon.
Ema: Um... we're here to
investigate the crime
scene.
Marshall: ...
Marshall: Yeehaw! That card you got
there on your chest.
Marshall: That's better than a sheriff's
badge in these parts.
Ema: Y-yeehaw?
Marshall: Well, what ya standin' there
for? Get along, little dogies.
The crime scene's a waiting!
*beep*
Phoenix: (Looks like the card reader's
on again.)
Phoenix: While we're here, I was
wondering if we could
ask you some questions?
Marshall: Sorry, cowboy, but I got
no mind to tangle with
you hombres.
Phoenix: You're... busy, then?
Marshall: Did I say that?
Marshall: I only said I didn't wish
to speak with you.
Phoenix: (Actually, you said you had
"no mind to tangle with us
hombres.")
>Examine: Ponchos
Ema: A leather jacket, leather
pants, and a leather...
Marshall: Those aren't pants, those
are chaps. And that's a
poncho up there.
Ema: Ah hah! A poncho!
Ema: It sure looks cool,
but the name is a little silly.
>Examine: Cacti
Ema: This cactus sure is prickly.
It must be real.
Marshall: Best keep your distance
from Billy there. You're
liable to get hurt.
Phoenix: Billy...
The cactus has a name?
Ema: Billy, you're wearing your
cowboy hat on your hand.
Marshall: Ah, my rawhide cow skin
10-gallon hat!
Marshall: I just picked that up, but
Billy took a fancy to it.
Phoenix: (Looks like it got stuck
on the thorns and he
couldn't get it off.)
>Examine: Monitors
Ema: You sure have a lot of
monitors in here!
Marshall: There's eight cameras in
the evidence room in all.
Marshall: One for each section.
Ema: Which monitor shows the
section where the crime
took place?
Marshall: Why do cattle sit before
the rains come?
It's not for man to know.
Ema: Unless you're the security
guard responsible!
>Examine: Swinging Door
Ema: Look at this swinging door!
Just like a wild west
saloon!
Marshall: Ah...
Sorry, pardner, but we're
closed for the day.
Phoenix: Huh?
Marshall: Y'all get along home now!
Ema: I think Officer Marshall
really wanted to be a wild
west bartender.
Marshall: I always wanted to say that.
>Examine: Lasso
Ema: Look, on the floor,
it's a lasso.
Phoenix: Hmm... looks like it's set up
to trap something.
Marshall: I just roped me a steer
with this here lasso.
Ema: What!?
Marshall: It was a' bellowing
"moo, pal! moo!"
Phoenix: (Detective Gumshoe,
I presume...)
>Examine: Door
Phoenix: The evidence room is
beyond that door.
Marshall: I turned on the card reader.
Marshall: Go have yourself a ball,
pardners!
Ema: And I have the ID card!
A real ID card!
Phoenix: (Let's get this investigation
started already...)
>Present: Attorney's Badge /
Goodman's ID /
Prosecutor Trophy /
Edgeworth's Knife /
Parking Stub /
Blue Badger Panel /
Goodman's Autopsy Report /
Victim's Note /
Lana's Cell Phone /
Parking Lot Floor Plans /
Crime Photo /
Victim's Shoe /
Switchblade Knife /
Luminol Testing Fluid /
Goodman's Lost Item Report /
ID Card Record /
Evidence Room Floorplans /
Unstable Jar /
Rubber Glove /
Evidence Locker
Marshall: The sheriffs back in the
wild west didn't place much
faith in evidence.
Marshall: About the only thing they
trusted was their shooting
hand.
Ema: Um... this is neither "Wild"
nor "West" here...
Marshall: Ah hah! But that and this
are two different things
entirely!
Ema: ...
I... guess so? Huh?
I'm lost.
Phoenix: (Looks like we need some
evidence to get anywhere
with this guy.)
>Talk: Guard office /
Marshall
Ema: Um, I was wondering if we
could talk to you...
Marshall: Sorry, bambina.
Marshall: But I'm off to roam the
lands, like a tumbleweed
on the wide prairie.
Marshall: Like a gunslinger loading
his six-shooter, I say a
little prayer.
Marshall: GRROOOOORRK
Ema: What was that all about,
Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: I think he was just too
hungry to talk.
Ema: You're just saying that
because his stomach was
growling!
Ema: You have no idea what he
was talking about either!
Phoenix: (Well, in any case, we need
to get cracking on this
investigation, pronto!)
>Present: Steak Lunch
Marshall: .........
Marshall: That smell...
Ah! Reminds me of Texas!
Ema: So, Officer Marshall...
You're from Texas?
Marshall: No, I just saw a special on
television the other day.
Is this from my baby?
Ema: Uh, yeah, Ms. Starr...
Marshall: Wh-what's this!?
Ema: What? What's wrong?
Marshall: A filet steak lunch!
I see... I see!
Ema: I don't see.
I wonder what it means?
Steak Lunch given to
Officer Marshall.
Marshall: Alright, bambina.
You win.
Marshall: Ask mmph mmph munch munch
Anything mmph munch snack.
Phoenix: (Finally, it seems like...)
Ema: He's willing to talk!
>Talk: Guard office
Ema: Officer Marshall, you're in
charge of security for the
evidence room, right?
Marshall: You got good eyes, pardner.
It's an easy job, and I'm
grateful for it.
Phoenix: Actually, Officer Meekins at
the detention center told us.
Marshall: Ah, that poor little dogie?
Marshall: Poor guy, I keep getting his
name wrong and calling him
"Meekly."
Phoenix: He told us something.
Phoenix: He said that, when the
stabbing occurred...
you weren't at your station.
Marshall: ...
Well, maybe I shouldn't be
telling you this...
Marshall: But since I got demoted from
detective two years ago...
Marshall: Well, it might not look it,
but I lost my fire for the
job, you know?
Ema: So...
what were you doing
around 5:15 when the murder
took place?
Marshall: Well...
Marshall: I reckon I was galloping down
the highway on the back of
my steed, Zippy.
Ema: Note: he was riding down the
highway on his horse named
"Zippy."
Marshall: There's no need for people
here, anyhow.
Marshall: These newfangled machines
do a bang-up job of keeping
an eye on the place.
Phoenix: You mean the security
camera system?
Marshall: I don't take to machines
much.
Marshall: Kinda like that stewed
broccoli they sneak in next
to your steak, you know?
>Talk: Marshall
Ema: Ms. Starr told us something...
Ema: She said that you were a
detective until two years
ago.
Marshall: It was always my dream to be
a rawhide wrangler on the
scene of the crime...
Marshall: That's all gone now...
Like a drinking hole
in a prairie fire.
Ema: You're still investigating
the SL-9 Incident with
Ms. Starr, aren't you?
Marshall: That was my case...
Marshall: It's all "solved" on the
record books. But it smells
like a bad game of poker.
Marshall: I can't let it go...
Marshall: That's all there is to it.
Ema: What kind of case was it,
anyway?
Ema: We've heard the name so
many times, but no one tells
us what actually happened.
Marshall: ...
Marshall: There are some things you're
better off not knowing,
Bambina.
Marshall: Anyway, that case is
officially dead as of
two days ago.
Phoenix: Two days ago... the day
of our case!
Marshall: That's right...
The evidence transferals.
Phoenix: (Edgeworth was talking about
the transferals, too.)
>Security system
Marshall: I know what maybe two of
the machines in here do.
Ema: O-only two of them?
There must be a dozen!
Marshall: Like I said, bambina,
Me and machines, well...
Marshall: I like them about as much
as I like stewed cauliflower
with my steaks.
Marshall: The easiest ones to understand
are these here security
cameras.
Phoenix: (Those are the ones that
Officer Meekins mentioned.)
Marshall: If nothing happens, the
tapes are automatically
erased every few hours.
Ema: And Officer Meekins and
Detective Goodman, are they
on one of those tapes?
Marshall: I reckon they might be.
Phoenix: (You're the security guard
and you "reckon"!?)
Marshall: One more thing.
Marshall: When you go into the evidence
room... You need an ID card.
Phoenix: (Thus the card reader by
the door.)
Marshall: The card reader leaves a
record of every ID card
passed through.
Phoenix: (So this is the ID card
record...)
Ema: Hey! I've seen that somewhere
before!
Marshall: Sorry, Bambina. I can't
show you more than that.
Ema: Huh?
Marshall: I haven't heard whether this
is related to the case, yet.
Ema: Mr. Wright! I saw a number
on that record just now!
I've seen that number before!
Phoenix: (Maybe there's some way I can
prove that record is tied
to the stabbing.)
>Talk: Transferal
Phoenix: Sorry, but could you explain
what this whole "transferal"
thing is about?
Marshall: We keep only evidence from
solved cases in this room.
Marshall: They're kept here under the
presiding detective's
supervision for two years.
Marshall: So we can re-investigate them
if it turns out there was
a mistake, see?
Phoenix: So, what happens to the
evidence after two years?
Marshall: It goes to sleep forever
in the underground vault
at the Police Station.
Marshall: That's what we call
"transferal."
We do it every February.
Ema: I see now...
Marshall: "Transferal" is like a
funeral for old cases.
Marshall: Two years after a case is
solved... it's closed
forever. Dead.
Marshall: Never to be reopened again.
Never to be reinvestigated.
Phoenix: (And that happened to SL-9
two days ago...)
>Present: Goodman's ID
Ema: See this? This is the
victim's ID card.
Marshall: Ah, the one that was on the
ground in the parking lot?
Phoenix: The number on this is...
"5842189."
Ema: Officer Marshall!
Show us the ID number on that
ID card record!
Ema: Look, the fourth number!
It's a perfect match!
Phoenix: It was used at... 5:14.
Right before the stabbing!
Marshall: What's more, there's only
one of them cards in the
world!
Ema: So, when the incident
occurred, Detective Goodman
was in the evidence room!
Phoenix: (But wait, what did Officer
Meekins say?)
Meekins: Sir, I entered the evidence
room, and asked the man to
display his ID card!
Phoenix: So you asked Detective Goodman
to show his ID card. What
did he do?
Meekins: That's the thing! Suddenly
he pointed a knife at me!
Phoenix: (If he had his ID card
then...)
Phoenix: (Why would he have pointed
a knife at Officer Meekins?)
Marshall: Alright, compadre,
you win.
Marshall: I guess I can give you
this ID card record.
ID Card Record added
to the Court Record.
Phoenix: (I've got an idea...)
Phoenix: (Maybe I should show this
list to other people with
IDs here...)
>Move: Evidence Room
February 23
Evidence Room
Sector Three
Phoenix: (It's quiet... the
investigation must
be over here.)
Ema: So this is the evidence room?
It really is kind of like
a graveyard.
Phoenix: Graveyards are supposed to
have grass and trees.
This feels more like a morgue.
Ema: N-nice try, M-Mr. Wright.
Y-you can't scare me!
Ema: Eeeeeeek!
Gumshoe: Whoooooah!
Ema: S-sorry, I thought you
were a ghost!
Gumshoe: I wouldn't recommend going
around smacking ghosts on
the head, pal.
Gumshoe: So, is it true
what I heard?
Gant: Wrighto, please, do I look
like a selfish man?
Gant: Heck, if anyone asked me
"sir, can I borrow $50?"
I'd give them $50, no problem.
Gant: So, go ahead! Investigate
that room to your heart's
desire! Knock yourself out!
Phoenix: Yeah, it's true.
Gumshoe: So, Chief of Police Gant...
Gumshoe: will loan anyone 50 bucks?
Even me!?
Ema: Oh, so that's what you were
talking about...
Gumshoe: Actually, I was put in
charge of the investigation
for today.
Phoenix: Just for today?
Ema: Boss for a day...
Gumshoe: But guess what!? You got
permission from the Chief...
So now you're boss for a day!
Phoenix: (Gee, thanks...)
Gumshoe: First of all, you'll
want to have this.
Evidence Room Floor Plans
added to the Court Record.
>Examine: Door
Ema: That's the door we
just came in through.
Phoenix: Looks like you don't need
an ID card to get out.
Ema: I wonder what would happen
if Officer Marshall cut the
power while we were inside?
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: (Let's hope he remembers
we're in here.)
>Examine: Car Door and Target
Ema: Wow! Look at this big pile
of junk in the corner!
Phoenix: That looks like...
a car door.
Ema: There's a pair of handcuffs
attached to the frame.
Phoenix: Maybe the guy they caught
was some sort of escape artist
and he got away.
Ema: Hey, that's one of those
human profiles for range
testing.
Phoenix: He's been shot square in the
forehead.
Ema: Better him than us.
>Examine: Lockers
Ema: This place is stuffed with
evidence... stuffed with
dreams.
Phoenix: I'm not so sure about the
dreams.
Ema: Mmph!
Ema: It won't open.
Phoenix: I guess I should have known.
Gumshoe: Hay, pal, our security
is high-tech around here!
>Examine: White Cloth
Phoenix: There's something sticking
out of here.
Ema: Looks like a shirt.
I guess it must be evidence
for some case.
Phoenix: I wonder if Detective Gumshoe
put this here.
Gumshoe: There you go, pal, making me
out to be some kinda slob!
Gumshoe: I'm not responsible for
the evidence here.
That said...
Gumshoe: I bet that evidence locker was
opened recently.
Ema: How do you know?
Gumshoe: If you leave things hanging
out like that, the evidence
gets dirty or ripped.
Gumshoe: The guard checks on that kind
of stuff and notifies the
detective responsible.
Gumshoe: How many times have I had
him breathing down my neck
about some silly evidence...
Ema: Sounds like Detective Gumshoe
leaves evidence hanging out
a lot, too.
Phoenix: I bet he doesn't tuck in
his shirt under that trench
coat, either.
Gumshoe: If you're going to talk behind
someone's back, don't do it
right in front of them, pal!
>Examine: Fishing Pole and Junk
Phoenix: Some sort of bulky equipment
is gathering dust here.
Ema: What a sorry looking
fishing pole that is.
Gumshoe: Ah! That's my personal pole!
Gumshoe: I never did get around
to using it...
Phoenix: Wait, I've seen that
somewhere before...
Gumshoe: Right, pal. That's that
metal detector!
Gumshoe: The one that led to the
solving of that case out
on Gourd Lake, remember?
Phoenix: Oh, right! Wow, that feels
like it was ages ago.
Phoenix: And... hmm, I don't think
I've seen this one before.
Gumshoe: Oh, that! That's a
radiolocator!
Gumshoe: I'm sure it will come
in handy in solving some
case sooner or later.
Phoenix: (That cheap-looking box?)
Gumshoe: You can't judge a person
or a machine by their cover!
You gotta look at their heart!
>Examine: Bloody Handprint
Phoenix: Wh-what's this...!?
Blood!
Ema: It's a little worn...
but there's definitely a
handprint here!
Phoenix: It looks like someone tried
to wipe it off.
Ema: Mr. Wright!
Ema: What if there are other
bloodstains left in the room!?
Phoenix: (We should use her testing
fluid to check it out.)
>Examine: Pottery Shards
Ema: Wow, someone must have broken
something big to make all
these pieces.
Phoenix: Detective Gumshoe, perhaps?
Gumshoe: There you go, pal, making me
out to be some kind of
hooligan!
Gumshoe: That's apparently from
"the" case.
Ema: "The" case?
Gumshoe: The SL-9 Incident, pal.
See the sticker on one of
the pieces there?
Phoenix: (Another piece of SL-9
evidence...)
[E5-04-01]
A>Check it out closer.
B>Look for other evidence.
[E5-04-01-B]
Answer: Look for other evidence.
Phoenix: (Let's not waste too much
time with this now.)
Ema: We can check it out later.
[E5-04-01-A]
Answer: Check it out closer.
Phoenix: I wonder what shape these
pieces were in before
whatever it was broke?
Ema: You want to try to put
it back together?
Gumshoe: Hah! Good luck, pal.
That's no job for amateurs.
Gumshoe: Why, I spent a good three
hours on that before I had
to give up!
Ema: That's why I always carry
around a tube of glue!
Phoenix: (Well, this piece looks like
the bottom. Let's try putting
the rest in place!)
[E5-04-02]
A>Combine
B>Back
[E5-04-02-B]
Answer: Back
Phoenix: It's no use. These pieces
just don't add up to anything!
Ema: Maybe some of the pieces
are missing?
Ema: Let's just try to put
as many of the pieces in
place as we can!
Phoenix: (Hmm... maybe I'll give
it another shot later.)
[E5-04-02-A]
Answer: Combine
Ema: H-huh?
Ema: Well, I think we did it.
But some of the pieces are
missing.
Gumshoe: That only took me two minutes
to do!
The problem is finishing it!
Ema: Were some pieces stolen?
Phoenix: I bet they were missing
to begin with.
Gumshoe: Still...
Gumshoe: It doesn't look like the
most stable kind of jar.
Ema: I kind of understand how
it got broken.
Unstable Jar added
to the Courtroom Record.
>Examine: Open Locker
Ema: Look, this one's open!
And there's a indicator
tag stuck on it still!
Gumshoe: That locker is coded with
Detective Goodman's
fingerprint.
Phoenix: (Detective Goodman's locker!)
Ema: Are you sure it's okay to
leave it open like that?
Gumshoe: Well, it'd be hard to get
it open again if we closed it.
Phoenix: (It's empty... they must have
taken the contents elsewhere.)
>Examine: Glove
Ema: Someone left a glove here...
but only one.
Phoenix: Detective Gumshoe, maybe?
Gumshoe: There you go, pal, making me
out to be some kind of absent-
minded detective!
Gumshoe: That's evidence from "the"
case, you know.
Phoenix: You mean SL-9?
(It does have a tag on it...)
Rubber Glove added
to the Court Record.
>Examine: Saw and Paint
Ema: What is a saw and paint
doing here?
Gumshoe: Since the dawn of time...
Gumshoe: True art has always been
a war against oppression.
Ema: True art...?
I noticed that there's
blue and yellow paint here.
Phoenix: Perhaps we're witnessing the
birthplace of the Blue Badger?
Gumshoe: Well...
You might say this is my
studio...
Phoenix: (Here? In the evidence room!?)
>Activate Luminol Reagent
>Spray: Ground behind tape
Phoenix: There must have been a massive
amount of blood here. (I've
never seen so much before...)
Phoenix: I'm not a professional.
What's your opinion,
Detective?
Gumshoe: Hmm...
Pale blue blood...
Gumshoe: Maybe Detective Goodman...
Gumshoe: was actually an alien?
Ema: This proves that something
really happened in front of
this locker.
Phoenix: I'll make a note of it on the
floor plans.
Gumshoe: Hey! If you didn't want my
opinion, you shouldn't have
asked!
>Activate Luminol Reagent
>Spray: Bloody handprint
Ema: I knew it!
This is someone's right
handprint!
Gumshoe: WHAAAAAAT!!?
Phoenix: What's the matter, Detective?
Gumshoe: Th-this locker...
It's mine!
Ema: It's yours?
Gumshoe: Please!
Gumshoe: You have to help me...
When they come to take me
away...
Gumshoe: Promise you'll testify that I
wouldn't harm a fly!
Gumshoe: You'll do that for me, won't
you, pals!?
Phoenix: (This is an important clue!
I'll jot it down on the floor
plans...)
Gumshoe: I'm counting on you guys!
Believe me, you can't trust
the police!
Ema: What? But you're a detective!
>Activate Luminol Reagent
>Spray: Locker with white cloth
Ema: ...!
Why am I getting a reaction
here?
Phoenix: There's no reason for the
murderer to touch this spot
if he fled out the door.
Phoenix: (This just might be something
significant!)
Gumshoe: Hey...
Gumshoe: That's some pretty amazing
stuff you got there, pal!
Ema: What, this?
Ema: It's called "Luminol Testing
Fluid"!
Gumshoe: Where'd you get your hands on
that!?
Ema: Huh?
Gumshoe: I'd like to get some too!
Gumshoe: I'll just borrow 50 bucks from
the Chief!
Phoenix: Where do you get this, Ema?
Ema: I always buy it by mail order.
Phoenix: (Well, I'd better jot this
down on the floor plans.)
>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...
>Present: Goodman's ID
Gumshoe: That's the victim, Detective
Goodman's ID card.
Gumshoe: These days, everything's
I can never relax!
Phoenix: That's only because you
always lose your card.
Gumshoe: I always forget my secret
number, too. Scary, huh?
Gumshoe: My face should be ID enough!
What's the world coming to!?
Phoenix: (Detective Gumshoe, rebel
against the system.)
>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.)
>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!
>Present: Blue Badger Panel
Gumshoe: This is my crowning
achievement, my masterpiece,
you might say.
Gumshoe: But... art is always
misunderstood, pal.
Ema: Art...?
Gumshoe: He was dancing proudly
on the day of the awards
ceremony...
Gumshoe: But there were a lot of people
coming and going after the
ceremony...
Gumshoe: So they took the Blue Badger
away for a while!
Phoenix: Really? Why?
Gumshoe: Oh, they said it was
"shameful" or something like
that.
Gumshoe: "Shameful"!
I toiled night and day...
Phoenix: (I sympathize with Detective
Gumshoe... but I can see
why they moved it.)
>Present: Victim's Note /
Switchblade Knife
Gumshoe: Detective Goodman's note...
and that switchblade knife.
Gumshoe: I bet Edgeworth was the most
surprised of anyone.
Phoenix: Because of the SL-9 connection?
Gumshoe: That was Mr. Edgeworth's
first big case you know,
two years ago.
Gumshoe: That was the first time the
world knew Edgeworth was
a man to be feared!
Phoenix: But, why would evidence
from that case turn up now?
Gumshoe: I guess it's not over, pal.
Gumshoe: Maybe there are some loose
ends left on that case...
>Present: Crime Photo
Gumshoe That's the photo that
Ms. Starr took.
Phoenix: Anything you can tell us
about it?
Gumshoe: That Ms. Starr is quite
the lady.
Gumshoe: Why, I remember
it was winter... I was 16.
Gumshoe: She was the only one who
ever got me to talk about
what happened.
Ema: 16... that's how old I am
now! I wonder what happened?
Phoenix: (I wonder if Detective Gumshoe
wore a trench coat in high
school, too.)
>Present: ID Card Record
Phoenix: Could you take a look
at this?
Phoenix: This is the ID card of the
person who came here on the
day of the stabbing.
Gumshoe: Ah, I heard the rumors.
Gumshoe: So it was Goodman who
came in here at the time
of the murder...
Gumshoe: Whoooooooooah!!!
Ema: Wh-what is it?
Gumshoe: Th-th-th-th-th-th!
That second number...
Phoenix: It's not your ID number
is it, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe: Mr. Edgeworth!
Ema: What...?
Gumshoe: The second number on this
list...
belongs to Mr. Edgeworth!
Ema: What... Whaaaaaaaaat!?
ID Card Record updated
in the Court Record.
Phoenix: (Why would Edgeworth have
come to the evidence room!?)
>Present: Evidence Locker
Gumshoe: You can't open the lockers
if your fingerprint doesn't
match.
Gumshoe: If you can open it...
they'll give you 50 cents!
Ema: Note: the Police Department
lacks faith in its lock
system.
Gumshoe: After all, Detective Goodman
was stabbed here after opening
his locker...
Gumshoe: But at the same time he was
found dead over at the
Prosecutor's Office!
>Present: Goodman's Autopsy Report /
Lana's Cell Phone /
Parking Lot Floor Plans /
Luminol Testing Fluid /
Goodman's Lost Item Report /
Evidence Room Floorplans /
Unstable Jar /
Rubber Glove
Gumshoe: Allow me to say one thing,
speaking as a detective.
Gumshoe: If I see a piece of evidence
I know nothing about, I say
nothing! Nothing!
Phoenix: That's... fine.
Gumshoe: You bet it's fine, pal!
>Talk: Judge for a day
Ema: So, Detective Gumshoe,
you're boss for the day?
Gumshoe: That's right! It's an honor!
Gumshoe: After all, the murder took
place right here, in the
Police Department!
Ema: But, if you're boss...
why are you all alone!?
Ema: Where are your underlings?
Gumshoe: ...
Gumshoe: They're using our findings
from yesterday's investigation
to prepare for the trial.
Phoenix: (In other words, Detective
Gumshoe got kicked out of
the investigation again...)
Gumshoe: I'm adamant, though!
Gumshoe: I'm going to take control
and put this case to rest!
Gumshoe: And in my own evidence
locker, pal!
Phoenix: You have a locker in here,
too, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe: Hah hah, of course!
I am a detective, after all.
Gumshoe: They gave me a locker that
only I can open, pal!
Ema: "Only you can open"...?
>Talk: Edgeworth
Gumshoe: I'll always believe in
Mr. Edgeworth, no matter
what happens.
Ema: So... Mr. Edgeworth is
with the inquiry committee
now, right?
Gumshoe: They're trying to figure out
who's responsible for the
mess-up in court today.
Phoenix: I see...
Gumshoe: I guess this is what
you call "fate."
Gumshoe: Mr. Edgeworth just can't
get away from that case...
Phoenix: That case...?
Gumshoe: Yeah, that case!
The SL-9 Incident, of course!
Gumshoe: That was the beginning
of the end for Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix: (Maybe we can get him to tell
us more about the case...)
>Talk: Evidence safe
Gumshoe: This place is more high-
tech than you might think.
Gumshoe: Every locker is fixed so that
only one detective can
open it.
Phoenix: Using this ID card?
Gumshoe: Well, that's the thing, pal.
ID cards can be lost.
Gumshoe: Why, I'm on my third card
since entering the force
already.
Ema: That sounds like a lot.
Gumshoe: Yes, but even I can't lose
my own right hand!
Ema: "Right hand"...? Oh!
You mean, your fingerprint?
Gumshoe: Exactly, pal! The lock for
each locker is coded with a
fingerprint!
Gumshoe: And that's the only locker
we can open.
Ema: Funny, they look like
normal lockers...
Gumshoe: These are the latest
model! There's a trick
to the handles, see?
Ema: The handles?
Gumshoe: On the other side of the
handles is a sensor, and if
the wrong person touches it...
Ema: Bzzzap! You get a shock!
Gumshoe: If that's what happened,
my hand would be black
and smoking every day!
Gumshoe: In any case, the locks
aren't that obvious.
Gumshoe: There's even some people in
the force that don't know
about the fingerprint locks!
Evidence Locker added to
the Court Record.
>Talk: SL9 Incident
Gumshoe: Now that was a bloody,
violent case.
Phoenix: Violent... so it was a
murder?
Gumshoe: A serial killing!
Phoenix: (A serial killing... Maybe
I don't want to bet involved
in this after all.)
Gumshoe: But the killer made a mistake,
and Mr. Edgeworth built his
case around that to nab him.
Ema: And this was two years ago?
Gumshoe: That put Mr. Edgeworth right
in the spotlight...
and started the rumor mill.
Phoenix: Rumors...
(About forged evidence?)
Gumshoe: It was supposed to be
all cleaned up with the
"transferal" the other day.
Gumshoe: It was the last job he
ever did...
Gumshoe: Detective Goodman, that is.
Ema: Huh?
What do you mean?
Gumshoe: Detective Goodman was the
detective in charge of the
SL-9 Incident, see.
Ema: So, so...
That switchblade knife...
Phoenix: The victim took the
knife out of the evidence
locker himself?
Gumshoe: Hey, pal, look at the time!!
Phoenix: Was there something you
needed to be going to?
Gumshoe: It's just that Mr. Edgeworth's
inquiry committee should be
letting out soon.
Gumshoe: I'm going to go give them
my report for the day.
Gumshoe: It might help, you know...
Ema: R-report? You mean the note
written on the back of
that flyer?
Phoenix The one that says nothing but
"No problems"!?
Gumshoe: Hey, it's Mr. Edgeworth
we're talking about! I'm sure
he can use a report like this.
Gumshoe: I believe in him!
Phoenix: (Who needs enemies when you've
got friends like Detective
Gumshoe..)
Gumshoe: I'm off, pal!
Later!
Phoenix: (I should probably see what
Edgeworth has to say, too.)
>Move: Underground Parking Lot
>Move: High Prosecutor's Office
February 23
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
Bellboy: Ah, guests!
My apologies.
Phoenix: Oh! It's you!
Bellboy: Have we met somewhere...?
Phoenix: Huh!?
Bellboy: Mr. Edgeworth!
I beg your leave. So long!
Phoenix: (Is Edgeworth here...?)
Ema: There, standing by the
window, a teacup in his hand!
Edgeworth: Ah, it's you.
Phoenix: (He has the hotel bring
him tea service!?)
Ema: Mr. Edgeworth... you're
back from the District
Prosecutor's Office inquiry?
Edgeworth: Precisely.
Phoenix: By the way, Detective
Gumshoe was looking
for you.
Edgeworth: Oh yes... He brought me
some information, it seems.
Ema: Really? Was it helpful?
Edgeworth: Apparently, a new French
restaurant is opening
near here.
Edgeworth: I think he was trying to
console me, somehow.
Phoenix: (Er, I think the report is on
the other side, Edgeworth...)
Ema: Poor Mr. Edgeworth...
I think this whole thing is
really taking a toll on him.
>Present: Victim's Note /
Switchblade Knife
Edgeworth: ...
Edgeworth: I know you. You've probably
got a hold of some information
already, right?
Phoenix: It all has to do with that
case you were on... the SL-9
Incident.
Phoenix: And some "dark suspicion"
you were wrapped up in.
Edgeworth: You are the man who revived
the worst memory of my life,
as I recall.
Edgeworth: I figured I'd be telling you
about this sooner or later.
Phoenix: (A bad memory... he's talking
about the murder in the
elevator...)
Phoenix: Okay, Edgeworth. Why don't
you tell me about it.
Tell me the truth.
>Present: ID Card Record
Phoenix: Oh, right! I'd better
check this now...
Edgeworth: As I was saying, I...
Edgeworth: ! What's this?
A record of ID card usage?
Phoenix: Edgeworth, you went into
the evidence room that day,
didn't you?
Phoenix: Just before the incident
occurred, no less.
Edgeworth: Yes, that's true.
Ema: W-why, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth: Please don't look at
me like that.
Edgeworth: I was asked to go.
By Chief Gant no less.
Ema: The Chief of Police...?
Edgeworth: He wanted evidence for a
case that wrapped up half a
year ago.
Edgeworth: He told me he wanted me to
keep it here in the
Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix: But... it was solved, right?
It would have to be if the
evidence was already filed...
Edgeworth: The Chief is never one to
explain himself.
Edgeworth: In any case, on the day of
the stabbings, I brought this
back here.
Ema: Can I ask what kind of
case it was?
Edgeworth: I... can't say.
Edgeworth: It really has nothing to
do with the current case.
Phoenix: (Now I'm curious about this
other case. I'd better make
a note of it.)
Unrelated evidence:
Screwdriver added
to the Court Record.
Edgeworth: Stubborn as always. I told
you this has nothing to
do with the current case.
>Present: Attorney's Badge /
Goodman's ID /
Prosecutor Trophy /
Edgeworth's Knife /
Parking Stub /
Blue Badger Panel /
Goodman's Autopsy Report /
Lana's Cell Phone /
Parking Lot Floor Plans /
Crime Photo /
Victim's Shoe /
Luminol Testing Fluid /
Goodman's Lost Item Report /
Evidence Room Floorplans /
Unstable Jar /
Rubber Glove /
Evidence Locker /
Screwdriver /
Fingerprinting Set
Edgeworth: ...
Edgeworth: Wright, please.
I'm the prosecutor on this
case!
Edgeworth: You don't expect me to sit
here and discuss the case
with you over a cup of tea!?
Phoenix: I'll pass on the tea.
Just tell me about the case...
Ema: Mr. Wright! Mr. Edgeworth
just told you "no" in a very
polite manner!
Phoenix: (Whose side are you on,
anyway?)
Phoenix: (Maybe if I just show him my
best evidence I can get
some reaction out of him.)
>Talk: Inquiry committee
Phoenix: So, how did the inquiry
committee go?
Edgeworth: Actually, they decided to
treat this not as a case of
concealing evidence...
Edgeworth: But as a communications
error during the
investigation
Ema: "Concealing evidence"...?
Edgeworth: Yes. Apparently, there are
some who believe...
that I concealed evidence.
Edgeworth: They gave me a warning.
"You were lucky this
time... again."
Phoenix: "Again"...?
Edgeworth: I've heard them say that so
many times.
Edgeworth: Ever since that case two
years ago...
>Talk: Tomorrow's trial
Phoenix: Are you okay for the
trial tomorrow?
Edgeworth: Well, I'm still the presiding
prosecuting attorney.
However...
Phoenix: Something happened?
Edgeworth: They gave control of the
investigation over to the
Police Department.
Ema: The Police Department!
Edgeworth: Yes. Any further investigation
for this case will be directed
by the Chief of Police Gant.
Edgeworth: I can do nothing but wait
for his results...
Phoenix: I... see.
Edgeworth: Why, I ask you? Why!?
Edgeworth: All along, I've done only what
I believe is right. I have
nothing to be ashamed of!
Edgeworth: But still...
Phoenix: (Wow, I've never seen him
this out of sorts...)
>Talk: Allegations of forgery
Edgeworth: The SL-9 Incident was a
heinous serial killing
case.
Edgeworth: The head of investigation
was the Deputy Chief of
Police at the time...
Edgeworth: Damon Gant.
Phoenix: (That wacky old coot was
involved in the case two
years ago too then...)
Edgeworth: He was the best we had, and
it was my first time working
with him... I was nervous.
Ema: Wow, you get nervous, too,
Mr. Edgeworth?
Phoenix: (What I want to know is why
was a Deputy Chief of Police
on the investigation?)
Edgeworth: In truth, I used slightly
more... extreme methods
than normal.
Edgeworth: We were dealing with a vicious
murderer. If I let him go, the
blood would be on my hands.
Edgeworth: We won our guilty verdict, and
the killer was executed.
Phoenix: Wait, you didn't...
Edgeworth: Of course not!
I didn't touch the evidence.
Edgeworth: Yes, I will do anything in my
power to win a trial.
Edgeworth: However...
I do have a code, and I follow
it faithfully.
Edgeworth: By the way, Ema.
The Chief Prosecutor wanted
to know something...
Ema: M-my sister?
What?
Edgeworth: You still working on that
scientific investigation?
Ema: Huh? Y-yes! Of course!
Ema: Why, just today Mr. Wright
and I were using this...
Edgeworth: Luminol testing fluid... Hm?
Edgeworth: Well then...
You might have use for this.
Ema: Aluminum powder for taking
fingerprints!
Edgeworth: It's been chemically treated
for better adhesion.
Ema: F-for me? Are you sure?
We are the "enemy" you know.
Edgeworth: I've no say in today's
investigation... do as
you will.
Phoenix: Edgeworth... I'm really--
Edgeworth: No need to thank me.
Edgeworth: Here, take your powder and
these fingerprint files
for everyone involved.
Phoenix: I, uh, th-thanks!
(How about giving these to
Detective Gumshoe as well!?)
Fingerprinting Set and
fingerprint file received.
Ema: Well, let's get going!
One last investigation!
Phoenix: Right!
Phoenix: (I do seem to remember seeing
a suspicious handprint
somewhere...)
>Move: Underground Parking Lot
>Move: Police Dept. Entrance
>Move: Security Guard Office
>Move: Evidence Room
February 23
Evidence Room
Sector Three
Phoenix: (Our investigation turned
up a suspicious handprint.)
Ema: Here, in this blood on
the detective's evidence
locker.
Phoenix: Let's use the secret weapon
we just borrowed!
Ema: Right. Let's get started!
First... choose a finger.
Phoenix: A finger...?
Ema: Each finger leaves behind a
slightly different imprint.
Ema: So let's choose the finger
that will have left behind the
clearest print!
Phoenix: I really can't tell the
difference at a glance...
Ema: Quit procrastinating and
choose a finger!
>Select which finger to examine
>Examine: Any bloody fingerprint
Ema: Okay. Now it's time to
check for prints!
Ema: Let me show you how it's done.
Phoenix: (Ema's starting to get that
sparkle in her eyes...)
Ema: First, we sprinkle the
aluminum powder around.
Phoenix: Huh? How do you do that?
Ema: Just touch the screen...
See?
Phoenix: Ah... it looks like that did
the trick.
Ema: The aluminum powder adheres
completely to the print.
Ema: Once the powder is well
spread...
Ema: Just blow away the excess.
Phoenix: Huh? How do I do that?
Ema: You just blow
With your breath.
Ema: Imagine you're blowing out the
candles on a birthday cake.
See?
Phoenix: Wow... that looks like fun!
(It might take some getting
used to though...)
Ema: It's fine! It won't go
up your nose or anything.
Ema: You just pour the powder
on thick, and blow away
the extra!
Ema: Those are the basics of
fingerprinting, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix: (I guess I'd better give it
a try...)
[E5-04-03]
A>Spread the powder and blow
B>Back
[E5-04-03-B]
Answer: Back
Phoenix: (I think I'd like to try one
of the other fingerprints.)
Ema: Okay, let's move on to a
different finger!
[E5-04-03-A]
Answer: Spread the powder and blow
Ema: Aha! You did it!
You found one!
Phoenix: But...
this looks nothing like a
fingerprint.
Ema: Hmm... now that you mention
it, I guess it doesn't...
Phoenix: What does it mean?
Ema: It think it means...
we're out of luck.
Phoenix: Out of luck...?
Ema: The person who left this
handprint must have worn
gloves.
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: Don't tell me we've been
wasting out time here!
Ema: Hey, calm down. That's just
the way it goes sometimes with
scientific investigations.
Ema: But... it does seem a shame.
Ema: While we're at it, why don't
we look for other prints?
Phoenix: Other prints...?
Ema: Looking at the locker door
again closely...
Ema: it seems like there are
fingerprints outside the
bloody handprint as well.
Ema: Let's see if we can find a
clear print!
Phoenix: (Hmm... fingerprints outside
the blood...)
>Select which finger to examine
>Examine: Top non-blood fingerprint
[E5-04-04]
A>Spread the powder and blow
B>Back
[E5-04-04-B]
Answer: Back
Phoenix: (I think I'd like to try one
of the other fingerprints.)
Ema: Okay, let's move on to a
different finger!
[E5-04-04-A]
Answer: Spread the powder and blow
Ema: Yay! A print so clear it's
dazzling!
Phoenix: D-dazzling...?
Ema: Anyway, this print took a lot
of effort to find.
Ema: Let's match it up right
away!
Phoenix: So we're not over yet?
This is quite a process...
Ema: Well, there's no point in
finding a fingerprint...
Ema: and not knowing who the
owner is, right?
Phoenix: (I guess she's right...)
Ema: Look at the fingerprint data
we got from Mr. Edgeworth...
Ema: and point out the person
you think left these prints!
Phoenix: Huh? How am I supposed to
know who it was?
Ema: I could make a pretty good
guess.
Ema: The bloody handprint and the
fingerprints are in different
places right?
Ema: That means that the prints
probably don't have anything
to do with our case.
Ema: So, whose fingerprints would
we most likely find on this
evidence locker?
[Continue at E5-04-05]
[E5-04-05]
A>Compare: Dick Gumshoe
B>Compare: Anyone else
[E5-04-05-B]
Answer: Compare: Anyone else
>Comparing...
Comparison complete.
No matches found.
Ema: Hmm... no match.
Phoenix: C'mon! How am I supposed to
guess whose they are?
Ema: Isn't it obvious?
Ema: The bloody handprint and the
fingerprints are in different
places right?
Ema: That means that the prints
probably don't have anything
to do with our case.
Ema: They most likely belong
to the owner of this evidence
locker.
Phoenix: ...
Ema: S-something wrong?
Phoenix: I was just thinking, if you're
so sure who it is, why don't
you match the fingerprints?
Ema: Mr. Wright!
Ema: I was doing this for your
benefit, so you'd learn!
Phoenix: F-fine, fine!
Phoenix: (Let me think... who could have
left these prints...?)
[E5-04-05-A]
Answer: Compare: Dick Gumshoe
>Comparing...
Comparison complete.
Match found.
Ema: Ah hah!
Ema: So these prints belonged
to Detective Gumshoe!
Phoenix: ...
Ema: Something wrong, Mr. Wright?
Ema: You gave me this "so what?"
look.
Phoenix: I guess that's probably
because I was thinking
"so what?"
Ema: Okay, so we came up with
nothing this time, but there's
always next time!
Ema: Sometimes you hit, sometimes
you miss!
Ema: You gotta roll with the
punches, Mr. Wright!
Phoenix: Thanks for the sympathy.
Phoenix: (Wait...
If I remember correctly...)
Phoenix: (there was one other
handprint in this room.
Let's check it out!)
>Examine: Locker with white cloth
Phoenix: This is where we got a
luminol fluid reaction,
right?
Ema: Right! There was a
handprint here!
Ema: Okay!
Want to try using this?
Phoenix: (There go her eyes sparkling
again...)
[E5-04-06]
A>Check for prints
B>Leave it be
[E5-04-06-B]
Answer: Leave it be
Phoenix: Actually, let's not check.
Ema: What!? Why not!?
Ema: Try my patience any longer
and I'll dump this powder
over your head!
Phoenix: (Hmm... maybe I better check
for those prints after all.)
[E5-04-06-A]
Answer: Check for prints
Phoenix: Okay, let's check for
prints!
Ema: That's the spirit!
Ema: Oh! But I have to warn you
about something first.
Phoenix: What?
Ema: The area with the blood was
wiped away, right?
Phoenix: We only ended up finding it
using chemical means.
Ema: Any prints in that area will
have been wiped away too.
Phoenix: Oh... right.
Phoenix: So... that means no prints.
Ema: Would you say the probability
of your hypothesis is high?
Phoenix: D-don't ask me!
Ema: Anyway...
We must try to find prints
that weren't wiped away.
Phoenix: (Prints other than the ones
left by the bloody hand...)
>Select which finger to examine
[E5-04-07]
A>Examine: Top left print
B>Examine: Bottom left print
C>Back
[E5-04-07-C]
Answer: Back
[E5-04-07-B]
Answer: Examine: Bottom left print
Phoenix: Hmm...
I gave it my best shot.
Ema: That kind of reult won't be
any good for matching prints,
will it?
Phoenix: But it doesn't look like
we'll get a clearer result
from this print.
Ema: Ok, let's try a different
finger, then!
[E5-04-07-A]
Answer: Examine: Top left print
[Continue at E5-04-08]
[E5-04-08]
A>Spread the powder and blow
B>Back
[E5-04-08-B]
Answer: Back
Phoenix: (I think I'd like to try one
of the other fingerprints.)
Ema: Okay, let's move on to a
different finger!
[E5-04-08-A]
Answer: Spread the powder and blow
[Continue at E5-04-09]
[E5-04-09]
A>Compare: Dick Gumshoe
B>Compare: Anyone else
[E5-04-09-B]
Answer: Compare: Anyone else
>Comparing...
Comparison complete.
No matches found.
[E5-04-09-A]
Answer: Compare: Jake Marshall
>Comparing...
Comparison complete.
Match found.
Phoenix: Hey, these fingerprints,
they...
Ema: Whose are they? Whose!?
Is it someone I know?
Phoenix: It's Officer Marshall!!!
Ema: Huh?
O-Officer Jake Marshall!?
Marshall's Fingerprints added
to the Court Record.
Ema: Th-that's got to be
a coincidence! He's
not involved in the crime!
Phoenix: Ema.
Phoenix: This are decidedly different
from Detective Gumshoe's
prints.
Ema: ...!
Phoenix: The luminol reaction. The
blood and the fingerprints
are in the same place.
Ema: Oh... Oh!!!
Phoenix: (So, we have Jake Marshall's
fingerprints...
on a wiped bloodstain!)
Ema: But why would Officer
Marshall...
Phoenix: It looks like our
investigation is finally
turning up some results!
Ema: ....!
Phoenix: I guess this is what you'd
call "decisive evidence"!
Ema: I... I don't believe it!