The LP Turnabout: A Documentary on Japanifornian Law with Phoenix Wright

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Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Trial (Day 3) - Part 8

: What about that piece of plywood?
: The Blue Badger!
: Mascot of the police force!
: Defender of truth, guardian of proof!
: Explain yourself, Mr. Wright.

: So?
: So watch what happens when we put him in.

: Well…?
: Well… what?

: That’s right. So long as the Blue Badger is dancing here…

: So that means…
: Uh… just exactly what does that mean!?
: It means it can’t be done!
: What are you saying? Blood traces were undeniably found on that locker!
: Don’t look at me, I didn’t put it there!
: Mr. Wright! Think it through scientifically!
: Ema!
: On that afternoon…

: …! So that must mean this blood mark… was left there before the Blue Badger was brought in…?
: Just one moment! I will not allow such farfetched balderdash in my courtroom!
: It may sound farfetched, Your Honor…
: but it’s the only possible explanation! On February 21st… in the Police Department’s evidence room…

: blood was spilled not once, but twice!

: B-but how…!
: One time was captured on this tape, taken by the security camera.

: The problem is… the “other” time.
: Someone bled prior to the struggle shown on this tape.

: It had to have been…

: That’s ridiculous! I refute you!

: The murder portrayed in the security tape has been proven to be a fake.
: However!

: So then… assuming this “murder” you purport really happened.
: When did it take place!?
: I demand you show evidence that proves it occurred!
: (When did the first incident occur…)

: To surmise, the defense claims that…

I think you might mean summarize, Judge.

: Goodman, another “incident” took place in that evidence room.
: The blood mark on the locker proves this.
: Very well. Then tell us…
: When did this “first” incident occur?
: Proof must be presented.
: (Proof that shows when the murder took place…)
: (There’s only one piece of evidence that can show that!)
: Now then. Will the defense please present its evidence?

: If the crime took place inside the evidence room, then the perpetrator would had to have

: An ID card…
: Oh!
: The ID Card Record!

: Let’s see here… 4:50 PM. If the crime took place before that time, then it would be… 4:40 PM… Ah!
: AAAAAAAHHH! M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Miles Edgeworth!
: Just what have you done!?

: I never figured you had nerve, boy.
: Put off the act, witness.
: It doesn’t take a lot of thought to figure out it couldn’t have been me.
: Hmm…
: Nope, I ain’t gettin’ it…
: Hmm…
: I’m afraid I don’t understand either.
: It’s clear from the luminol test that blood was there. However, when the “second” crime took place…

: That means…
: the blood from the first crime was wiped away…
: by the real murderer.
: I would have had just ten minutes to murder the victim, carry his body away,

: That would mean…
: the crime must have taken place before Mr. Edgeworth entered the evidence room.
: Let’s look at the chart again.
: There’s only one other card number remaining: “7777777”!
: Talk about a lucky number…
: But wait…
: That doesn’t make sense!
: How could Officer Goodman have entered the evidence room?
: Since there’s no record of his card being used beforehand…
: he must have entered along with the real murderer.

: That’s the only plausible explanation.
: He went in with “7777777”!

: Mr. Edgeworth!
: Please look into this ASAP!
: Find out whose ID number is “sevensevensevensevensevensevensevenseven”!
: That’s one “seven” too many, Your Honor. Unfortunately…
: I’m unable to look up the owner of that ID card. At least, at present.
: What!?
: Explain yourself, son.
: The ID number “7777777” belongs to someone with a rank of Captain or higher… Someone who is a so-called “executive officer.” We don’t ahave the authority to inquire into such a person’s identity.

: But that’s ridiculous! Just how…
: I’m not finished talking, Mr. Wright.
: There is one situation in which we can be granted such authority.
: If an official charge filed against an executive is accepted.
: An “official charge”…
: You’re all alike, aren’t you? With your “cover-ups” and your “forgeries”…
: That’s how the Prosecutor’s Office operates!

: I take pride in my work, Officer Marshall.
: I would appreciate it if you would keep your slander to yourself.
: “Slander,” is it? Okay.
: Let me ask a question.
: Yes?
: No, not to you. To her, the defendant sitting over there.
: Your own little “executive.”
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: Don’t be stupid. She’s been charged with murder.

: Don’t play me for a fool, pardner.
: That’s not what I want to ask. All I want to know is one thing… about the incident.
: The SL-9 Incident?
: Answer me this, Chief Prosecutor! In that trial two years ago…
: Did you really only use legitimate evidence!?

: Do you need the witness to repeat his question, Chief Prosecutor?
: I heard him fine, Mr. Edgeworth.
: Two years ago… I was in charge of the prosecution for that trial.
: At the time, we…
: Occasionally… we felt the powerlessness of the law.

: At least… I did.
: …!
: L-Lana…
: I became a prosecutor in order to suppress crime with the law. But before I realized it,
: we were the ones being suppressed by the law.
: Defendant!
: Just what are you saying!?
: I’ll ask you again, Chief Prosecutor. During that trial two years ago… did you really present all the evidence in court?
: Can you look me, an investigator in that crime, in the eye and say that you did?
: Chief Prosecutor! You didn’t…
: …
: I don’t have to, Officer Marshall.
: !
: Why don’t you answer him!?
: Drastic crimes require drastic measures…

: But Lana!
: Even if it involved “forging” evidence.

: See? That’s what I’m talking about.

the chaos in the courtroom could not be quelled. The conclusion of the trial… would have to wait until the following day…

Next time: Well, shit.

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(after this, it will be now)

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Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Investigation (Day 3) - Part 1

: I’m so sorry, Mr. Wright. I’m so sorry for what my sister said…

: That’s just the way it is. We did what we had to…
: in order for him to get the verdict he deserved.

: I never knew that the “SL-9 Incident” was just another name for…
: the “Joe Darke Killings.”
: (Sounds like everyone’s heard about these killings but me…)
: Lana wanted Darke convicted so badly! That’s why she used me…
: That’s why she used what happened to me.
: What do you mean, “what happened” to you?

: Joe Darke’s last victim was Prosecutor Neil Marshall.

: he left behind an incriminating piece of evidence.
: But what did you have to do with those killings, Ema?

: What? He tried to kill you!?

: So that means you…
: Yes.

: I was a witness in the Joe Darke trial.
: (I didn’t see that one coming!)

Now we can start asking Ema some questions.

: It happened two years ago… it was right about this time of the year, too. There was a terrible thunder storm that day… Unusual for the season.
: I was alone in my sister’s office. We were planning to eat dinner together once she finished her work.

: Joe Darke…
: It seemed like he was running from someone. He pulled out a knife and screamed at me. I didn’t know what what was going on.
: Just then, Prosecutor Marshall showed up.

: Joe Darke tried to take me hostage,
: but before he could… Mr. Marshall tackled him.
: Then…
: What happened?
: I-I’ll never forget it!

: a bolt of lightning flashed outside the window, lighting up the office for an instant. What I saw burned a permanent picture in my mind.
: I… I can still see it now…
: (A permanent picture…?)

: I don’t remember the moment when Darke stabbed Marshall.
: So you weren’t able to testify about that?
: No, I was only asked about when I was attacked. That must be why Lana…
: why she “made up” the crime.
: Made it up? You mean, provided bogus evidence?
: The Prosecutor’s Office wanted that guilty verdict so badly.
: Lana forged the evidence, and Mr. Edgeworth used it…
: Edgeworth!?
: Yes.
: But I’m sure he didn’t know anything about it!
: He couldn’t have known he was being given false evidence. Even so…
: that’s when it all started. The rumors about Mr. Edgeworth, I mean.
: It’s all my fault… If I could have just testified properly, none of this would have happened!
: (So it’s true. Even though he may not have known it… Edgeworth really was involved in falsifying evidence!)
: After that case ended, Lana was never the same. She became cold, like she is today.
: (She must not have been able to face up to what she did… Especially not to Ema.)

: What did you see in the instant that crime occurred?
: …

: (Neil Marshall was stabbed right in front of this poor girl!)

: Poor Ema… You’ve been through so much.

: I drew a picture, but it wasn’t any good.
: Two years ago… You must have been 14. That’s understandable.
: Once it was all over… I made up my mind. I decided that when I grew up, I’d become a scientific investigator.
: I want to be able to fight crime with my testimonies! And find the evidence to make an airtight case…
: That way, Lana would never have to forge any.
: I see… (I think I’m finally starting to understand what makes Ema tick. But there’s still something that bothers me about that crime.)

: There’s something that’s puzzling me, Ema.
: What is it?
: You said you were in Lana’s office at that time, right?
: That’s right.
: Why then would a serial killer come running in there?

: Oh, there’s no mystery there.

: Taken in for questioning? You mean by the police?
: Of course. This happened at the Police Department. He tried to run away halfway through the interview, and fled into my sister’s office.
: But why did he run all the way over to your sister’s office?
: Because the detective offices and the questioning room are right across from the elevator.
: … Across from the elevator? But Lana was the Chief Prosecutor, wasn’t she?
: No, silly!
: Didn’t I tell you? Two years ago…
: Lana was a detective. She was the best in the entire force!
: Whaaaat!? (That’s news to me!)
: After the Joe Darke case, she was transferred to the Prosecutor’s Office and made Chief Prosecutor.
: (Lana used to be… a detective? I’d better have another talk with her!)

We can present the case file to Ema now, too.

: What was it labeled, again? The “SL-9 Incident”?
: Yes. The name of everyone connected to this trial is listed in here. All that’s left… is to figure out just what role everyone plays in this case. If we search hard enough, I think we’ll find our answers. (What exactly did, or didn’t, Lana do?)
: I’m not sure I want to know everything…

Now, it’s off to see Lana.

: Mr. Wright. It seems I keep causing you trouble.
: Falsifying evidence… I didn’t think you were the type.
: Criminals don’t mind playing foul, why should we?
: But Lana! If you’re wrong…
: an innocent person might be found guilty!
: Believe me…
: I understand the risks.
: Lana. Ema told me about you.
: Oh?
: About how you were a detective two years ago, and how the SL-9 Incident was the reason for your transfer to the Prosecutor’s Office.
: That’s right.
: Could you fill me in on the details? Especially about that unusual change of jobs.
: …
: I suppose you have a right to know, Mr. Wright.

: A lot of revelations were uncovered at the trial today, not the least of which was the fact that this case is largely connected to another one, two years ago.
: Evidence from that case was stolen…
: I expected as much. I know how obsessive Officer Marshall can be.
: That trial… it really wasn’t “fair,” was it?
: …
: I believed in you, Lana!
: I believed that no matter what happened, you’d always stick to the truth!
: It couldn’t be helped, Ema. At that trial two years ago…
: I sold my soul.
: Well, all drama aside, the fact of the matter is at 5:15, there was no murder at the Police Department.
: Tell me it’s not true, Lana! What the withness… Ms. Starr said!

: …
: Lana! I don’t understand!
: Why won’t you tell us?
: Ema… This
: doesn’t involve just me.
: (I don’t think I’ve ever seen Lana look so fazed before…)

: It’s true. I was a member of the police force two years ago.
: She was amazing!

: Chief Gant?
: Then he was the Vice-Head of Criminal Affairs, but he still worked the crime scenes. Damon Gant… he was everything I aspired to be.
: They were the best team ever! They solved crimes before the reports could even be filed!
: (Ema really idolizes her big sister.) But now you’re Chief Prosecutor… What happened?
: I always planned on becoming a prosecutor. The reason I became a detective was…
: to gain experience investigating crime scenes, so you could later use that experience in court.
: Gant’s help in the SL-9 case was critical in its resolution. After that, he became Chief of Police,
: and arranged my transfer to the Prosecutor’s Office.
: (Maybe I should ask more about this “investigation” of theirs two years ago.)

: Two years ago I was second-in-command of the detectives investigating Darke.
: “Second-in-command”? That means the Chief Detective was, no doubt, Damon Gant?

: (They even had the same office…!)
: We led a team of the best detectives on the force:

: It was the first time Marshall worked with his brother. He was quite… “gung ho.”

: We asked him to come in for questioning. We were desperate for evidence.
: That was when the last murder took place.
: (When he tried to murder Ema…)
: Prosecutor Marshall was trying to save me from Darke…
: You see, the first person who happened upon the scene of the crime… was me.
: …! (Now you tell us…)

: Detective Gant and Prosecutor Marshall were the ones questioning Darke that day.
: The investigation was in its final stages, when Darke must have panicked. He waited until Gant and Marshall let their guards down,
: then fled the room. From there, he ran straight too… the office shared by Detective Gant and myself.
: That’s where he found me.
: So you were the first person to run to the scene, Lana?
: It appears so. I was filing some papers while Gant and Marshall were questioning Darke.

: Three bodies? Prosecutor Marshall, the victim, Ema, who had passed out,
: and the suspect, Joe Darke. During the struggle, it seems Mr. Marshall struck a final blow before he died. Joe Darke had incurred a minor concussion, and lay unconscious.
: What did you do?
: To be honest, I panicked.

: (Can’t blame her, after all her sister must have gone through.)
: After that, I placed Darke under immediate arrest.
: Let me get this straight. You were all involved in the SL-9 Incident?
: That’s right. Quite a coincidence, hmm?
: I don’t buy it.

: W-what are you saying?
: There’s no way everyone involved in this trial was also involved in that incident just by “chance.”
: But that case was solved two years ago!

: Officer Marshall… Yes, his actions came as a surprise to me as well. Ever since his brother died, he’s changed completely.
: I guess he wasn’t convinced with the ruling against Joe Darke.
: … Life doesn’t end with the closing of a case.
: Everyone has to live the rest of their lives with their memories.
: That “case” just might not be over yet.
: !
: Ema was assaulted by Darke at the Police Department, right?
: Yes, in the office that Damon Gant and I shared. The office that Mr. Gant now occupies by himself:
: the Chief’s office.
: (Maybe we should have a look at the Chief’s office - the site of the final SL-9 murder!)

So, off to the police department.

: I don’t see Detective Gumshoe anywhere.
: Things seem kinda quiet around here today.
: You’re right. (The head of the department seems the same though.)
: Why don’t we go look for some other people to talk to?
: Right. We can come back here later.

So we head outside.

: Howdy, Bambina.
: Oh, Mr. Marshall!
: I never thought things’d turn out this way when I woke up this morning.
: Que será será. You never know where life’ll lead you, eh Bambina? I should’ve known my luck had run out when ol’ Billy dried up this morning.
: Billy…?
: Must be his pet cactus. Say, where are you headed?
: Just over to the Prosecutor’s Office for a little interrogation. It’s a “voluntary” appearance,
: but we all know I won’t be coming back. Sorry, but you can’t go in the evidence room today, pardner.
: But Mr. Marshall…
: Why did you do it?
: Why do prospectors head west?
: If ever there was a case I needed to know the truth about, it was that one.
: Before you turn yourself in, Mr. Marshall… would you mind telling us exactly what happened?
: Hmph…
: Looks like I won’t be getting a steak lunch today.

Next time: Questioning Marshall.

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Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Investigation (Day 3) - Part 2

Time to question Jake Marshall.

: Something was fishy about that trial from the beginning. It wasn’t just me either. All the detectives thought so.
: What do you mean, “fishy”?
: Some of the facts reported were inconsistent with the evidence we found. For example… the murder weapon.

: That was Joe Darke’s, all right.
: But… in the initial autopsy report, a question was raised.
: A question…?
: The blade of the knife was not a perfect match with the wound the victim sustained.
: What does that mean?
: It means there is a good chance that knife was not the murder weapon.
: …!
: However, in the report that was finally submitted, that possibility had been erased.
: (Could the facts have been concealed with forged evidence…?)
: That case left behind scars on all of us.
: The “scars” that the SL-9 Incident left behind…

: I had just made detective when it went down.
: It was our first case together…
: How old was he… your brother?
: He was 27 at the time.
: He was awarded the highest honor that very day.
: The… “highest honor”? You don’t mean…

: (Not that again…)
: What are you looking at me like that for? That’s an honor for a prosecutor!
: (Mr. Marshall must have really been close with his brother.)
: The day the SL-9 Incident took place,
: that wasn’t the same day as…
: That’s right. It was the day of the evidence transferal.
: …! Interesting…
: It was drizzling that morning, and by nightfall there was thunder. I can’t believe two years have gone by already.
: I tried to steal the evidence so the case wouldn’t die.
: (Apparently someone tried to stop you. Detective Goodman was murdered… and the evidence locker was empty.)

: There was something going on behind the scenes in that case. We all knew that later. Every detective involved in that investigation, save one, was… taken care of.

: What about Detective Goodman?
: If they did something to him too, the commissioners would get suspicious.
: No, they were careful enough not to be too obvious.
: “They”…?
: Who are you talking about!?
: Don’t get upset, Bambina.
: I mean Damon Gant… and Lana Skye.

: Chief Detective Damon Gant and his second-in-command, Lana Skye…

: That case was the biggest step in both of their careers.
: After the case ended, Lana transferred to the Prosecutor’s Office, right?
: Yeah. Damon Gant, the new Chief of Police, arranged for that to happen.
: She’s never been the same since she left.
: ?
: Everyone who knew her said so.
: “Chief Prosecutor Skye was totally different when she was a detective.”
: (Now that he mentions it, Ema said something like that too…)
: Tell me… what happened to my sister!
: Sorry, Bambina, but her secret is too well guarded.
: I never found out.
: (Lana’s “secret”… It all started two years ago.)

: So there you have it.
: That’s my story. Did you enjoy it, pardner?
: It was certainly… enlightening.
: There’s one thing for sure I found out in court today.
: That boy Edgeworth isn’t my enemy.

: but someone else was the one who gave him that evidence and planned everything.

: Don’t believe me? Well I don’t blame you. I won’t even be a patrolman after today.

: Too bad I won’t be around to work with you…

: Adios Bambina!

He leaves. Time to head back inside.

: This place is always pretty empty, but today it’s deserted.
: That must mean everyone’s busy solving crimes.

: Uh… thanks. (Wow, he actually talked to us!)
: With the Chief Prosecutor saying what she did and the decision about what to do about Mr. Edgeworth, not to mention our statement to the media and tomorrow’s trial… there’s more chaos going on than Thanksgiving and Christmas put together!
: (I think “festive” is the word usually used for those…)
: Um, sir? We’d like to have a look around Chief Gant’s office.
: Just head across the hall to the other building and take the elevator to the top floor.
: Really? You mean, it’s okay for us to go in there?
: I mean, we aren’t police officers or anything.
: Hey, you’re right! You can’t go in there! It’s off limits!
: (Now I see where Detective Gumshoe gets his unique charm…)
: Well, what are we wating for? Let’s head to the Chief’s office!

…‘wating’?

: In the Chief’s office, silly! At least, that’s what it said on the door.
: Check out that pipe organ. That’s real, isn’t it?
: Hey, I used to take organ lessons in kindergarten!
: They used to call me “Little Miss Bach.” I thought I was a genius until they tried teaching me notes.
: I never could remember where C was…

: Chief Gant!

: So, Mr. Wright. Have you been swimming lately?
: Uh… no, I haven’t. I’ve been kind of busy lately.
: I can appreciate that. I’ve had my hands full too, with Mr. Marshall’s misconduct and Lana’s provocative statement.
: “Provocative statement”… oh, you mean about the forged evidence.
: Two years have passed since that incident.
: My, how time flies!

: (So this is Mr. Marshall’s brother… Prosecutor Neil Marshall…)
: We took it to commemorate our work together.
: … (Something’s not right with this picture. I can’t seem to put my finger on it though…)

: Anyway, I’d like to reminisce all day, but there are matters that need my attention.
: I’m going to lock up here, so let’s go out together.
: Oh… But this office…
: it was a crime scene two years ago, wasn’t it?
: That case has long since been over. There’s no need to investigate it any more.
: All the same, we’d still like to have a look around.
: Perhaps you didn’t hear me.
: I said there’s no need to investigate it any more.
: …!
: Now hurry up and get out. I have a meeting to attend.

We are automatically deposited outside.

: It seems that case isn’t over with yet, after all.
: What do you mean?
: Chief Gant denied our request to search the “crime scene.” That means there must be a reason he doesn’t want us looking around in there.
: You mean like, a clue!?
: (There’s got to be a way we can get inside the Chief’s office…)

From here, we have to head back into the police department.

: Hey, pal!
: Detective Gumshoe! Were you in a meeting?
: I was uh… just taking a breather. My feet hurt.
: From sitting so long in the meeting?
: Actually…
: I had to serve everyone coffee.
: (Sounds like Detective Gumshoe’s still out of the loop…)
: Say, have either of you seen Mr. Edgeworth?
: Edgeworth? No. Why do you ask?
: He’s under fire from both the Police Department and the Prosecutor’s Office.
: It’s almost like the battles between you two in court!
: That sounds serious…
: Is it because of what my sister said?
: That’s basically what it all boils down to.
: That falsified evidence two years ago. Now Mr. Edgeworth has the whole world after his blood!
: Yikes…

We should ask about that.

: But why would Edgeworth be blamed? It’s not like he knew the evidence was forged! Lana Skye is the guilty party here, isn’t she?
: …
: Regardless, the prosecutor is responsible for the evidence he presents in court.
: Not only that,

: Those who don’t like him haven’t been able to do anything because of his amazing talent as a prosecutor. But now with this…
: Are there really so many people who hate him?
: In our world, only those with talent rise to the top. Mr. Edgeworth not only had that,
: but he’s young. There’s no better recipe I know of for making enemies.
: Hey, Dick! Keep up the good work!
: Yes sir!
: Let’s go out for lunch again sometime, my treat!
: Yes sir!
: You gotta take me back to that joint sometime, okay Dick?
: Yes sir!
: It seems you don’t have any problem with enemies.
: Yeah, well… I’m careful not to stick out. Anyway, I’m a bit worried about him.
: Under all this pressure,
: I’m afraid Mr. Edgeworth just might crack.

: (He seems genuinely concerned for Edgeworth…) Well? Did you find out anything?
: The only evidence Darke left behind was during the final attack.
: His final attack? You mean…
: When he killed Prosecutor Marshall, who was trying to protect some girl.

: Me…
: (It seems Detective Gumshoe never realized Ema was the girl…)
: That’s when he left the most incriminating evidence of all.
: Well? What was it?
: Oh, um, let’s see… I think it had something to do with the murder weapon… …

: (His powers of recollection never fail to impress.)
: Maybe we should show him the murder weapon.
: It might jog his memory!

But not yet.

: Joe Darke was 42 at the time of the crime. He was just your run-of-the-mill businessman.
: A businessman? What made him take to serial killing?
: One day on his way home from work, he hit someone with his car.
: With his car?
: So… it was an accident?
: An accident, yes. But it transformed him into an animal!
: An animal…

: A kid walked by just then, so he killed him too. Then, when he was burying the bodies, a jogger came upon the scene and was killed as well! Finally he turned himself in.
: Seems he was a pretty careless animal.
: Of course, this is all conjecture.
: There wasn’t a single shred of evidence.
: So, he turned himself in…
: Yes, but in the middle of his questioning, he fled and murdered his final victim…

: That crime was witnessed by someone too, but fortunately he was arrested on the spot.
: It’s a good thing that last witness wasn’t killed.

: (That last “witness”… He must mean Ema…)

Now we present the broken knife.

: Hey! Don’t tell me that’s…
: It has a tag attached to it, with the label “SL-9 Incident” on it. I believe this would be the broken “murder weapon” you were speaking of?
: What are you doing with that!?
: Ever since that case was closed, that knife’s been locked away in a locker.
: On the day Detective Goodman was murdered, this suddenly disappeared from the locker,

: …
: That’s it!
: Now I remember what that incriminating piece of evidence was!
: When you showed me that knife, it all came back to me!
: Well, what is it, Detective? Quick! Before you forget again!

: This knife… it was Joe Darke’s, wasn’t it?
: That’s right.
: We traced it back to the store he bought it at, and it had his fingerprints on it too.
: But no one actually witnessed him using it to murder anyone, right?
: That’s where his luck ran out.
: When you take a good look at the knife…
: you’ll see it’s broken!
: You don’t have to take a good look to notice that.
: …
: Yeah, well anyway!
: Take a guess where the broken-off tip of the knife was found.
: That’s what did him in!
: Where was it?
: The victim, Neil Marshall was carrying it…
: inside his own body!
: !
: It was found deep inside the sab wound.

: You bet. Down to the last fiber.
: That’s pretty… conclusive.

The knife gets updated with this info, plus a document from Gumshoe.

: Well, there you have it in a nutshell.
: That’s all I know.
: Can I ask you one more thing?
: What is it? If it’s money you need, you should ask Chief Gant.
: It’s not money, but it does concern the Chief. His office is a “crime scene,” right? It’s where Prosecutor Neil Marshall was murdered…
: The Chief’s out now, and his office is locked.
: but we’d like to have a look around if that’s okay.
: …
: Well, any Detective’s ID card can unlock the door.
: What? Really?
: But if I let a civilian in there,
: I’d be charged with breach of trust.
: Breach of trust…?
: Simply put, I’d be canned.
: Oh…
: Sorry, pal.
: I don’t plan on getting fired
: because of you.

: That won’t work either. The data was deleted the day he died.
: Oh.
: (So in other words, Gumshoe is our only chance of getting into that office.)
: I wonder if there’s something we could show him that would make him change his mind…

Next time: Maybe Edgeworth knows.

[morsrattus]

Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Investigation (Day 3) - Part 3

Before we head over to Edgeworth’s office, we can show Gumshoe the jar we rebuilt a while ago.

: “Somewhere”?
: Or maybe it’s one of those memories people have from “previous lives.”
: (This must be the most uninformative detective I’ve ever met…)
: Something about it makes me feel uneasy.
: It’s like I’m in the Chief’s office, and he’s yelling at me.
: (Chief Gant?)
: Where could I have seen that before…?

And now, we’re on our way.

: (I wonder if Edgeworth is back yet.)
: There he is! It looks like he’s writing something.

: Huh? What are you doing here?
: (He sure was quick to throw that paper on the floor…)

There is indeed a paper on the floor now.

: Tough day in court, huh?
: Hmph. I’ve had to live the past two years with rumors flying around. What’s another allegation to me?
: Cheer up, Mr. Edgeworth! I’m rooting for you!
: (That’s Edgeworth for you… Always trying to hide his real feelings.)
: So, what do you want?
: Unlike some people, I don’t have all day.

We’re going to start by presenting his trophy.

: That has no meaning for me anymore.
: What do you mean, “anymore”?
: That’s who I was last year.
: What good is it to dwell on the past?
: He’s asking me?
: That makes me kind of mad.
: Actually, something’s been troubling me about this shield. Look…
: Do you notice anything different?
: Different…?
: Yeah, don’t you remember? The other shield in the Court Record.
: (I guess I’d better present this other shield…)

So we do.

: Looks like this was taken when he received the King of Prosecutors trophy.
: Speaking of that,
: there’s something that bothers me.
: Yes?
: The trophy Mr. Marshall is holding…

: Yes, you’re right. …
: I remember now.
: Remember what?
: That was the official prosecutor trophy used until that time. There’s a story behind it.
: A story?
: (Sounds interesting.) Would you mind telling it to us?
: It’s simple, really.
: “Contradiction.” That’s what the award’s based on.

More on that later. Question time!

: There’s no excuse for what I’ve done.
: Two years ago, I used false evidence to obtain a guilty verdict. That’s what it all breaks down to, and nothing I do can erase that fact.
: But you didn’t know, did you? I mean, that the evidence was falsified.
: The Police Department and the Prosecutor’s Office share a bond of trust. If that bond is broken, we stand to lose everything.
: The Police Department’s error is my error, my responsibility as the prosecutor in charge.
: That fact remains the same no matter what excuses I might have.
: Mr. Edgeworth…
: I take pride in my work. So tell me why! Why has it all come to this…
: (Even Edgeworth can’t keep this kind of emotion bottled up…)

: Are you up for the trial tomorrow?
: Hmph.
: First last year’s trial, and now this one. It seems all you do is worry about me.
: To be honest, you’re getting on my nerves.
: But Mr. Edgeworth! You can’t just walk out on the trial…
: Tomorrow is the last day. It’s too late to change prosecutors.
: I’ll bet that’s what my superiors are banking on.

: What do you mean?
: That list of evidence. It seems too short. Most lists…
: run twice as long.
: It’s only half as long as most lists? (That is odd…)

: I became prosecutor for that case. I may not have been part of the investigation,
: but at the time there was only one thing on my mind:
: I’d use the evidence I was given to prove the suspect guilty!
: Say, we just saw a picture taken around that time.
: (That picture… Something seemed strange about it…)

: Could you tell us again about what happened that day? The day Detective Goodman was murdered? You were participating in a ceremony over at the station, right?
: I’ve never cared for ceremonies, but I had to attend that one.

: Those receiving awards can’t exactly skip out on the ceremony.
: I finished up at the office in the morning, then drove over to the Police Department.
: You, “finished up” at the office?
: Yes. Just odds and ends - clerical stuff.
: I didn’t plan on returning to the office that day.
: That is, until I was asked to take something back.
: Take something back?

: Oh yeah. Chief Gant asked you to hold onto that, didn’t he?
: Yes. It was a piece of evidence in a case that was closed half a year ago.
: He asked me to bring it back to the Prosecutor’s Office.
: (That’s the story we heard yesterday…) So you came back here to the Prosecutor’s Office because the Chief asked you to?
: That’s right.
: …

: This award originates from an ancient Chinese tale. In Chinese, the word “contradiction” is written with two characters:
: the first means “halberd,” and the second means “shield.” Have you heard this story?
: Me? Oh, uh… sure. Everyone knows that! Why don’t you tell it though… for Ema’s sake.
: Very well.

: One day, he presented the king with two items. The first was a halberd he claimed could slice through any shield or armor. The second was a shield he claimed could withstand any weapon.
: Hmm… Wait a minute.

: Those claims contradict each other!
: Very perceptive.
: But then again, you’ve heard this story before, right?
: Anyway, as you mentioned, the very descriptions of these items discredit them both.

: And thus, the Chinese word for “contradiction” was born.
: Oh, I see!
: So the “chipped shield” and “broken knife” symbolize…

: The ancient tale ends with the merchant at a loss for words, but it’s in our nature to pursue matters to their conclusion…
: even if it results in something as ugly as this.
: Wow.
: Thanks, Mr. Edgeworth! I learned something new today!

: That’s funny…

: …
: You’ll have to ask Chief Gant. Two years ago, he had the “halberd” part of the award abolished.
: (Chief Gant…)

And the trophy’s description updates with all this. If we present the ID card records…

: It seems everything in this case is designed to cast doubt on me.
: Hey, don’t look at me.
: Yes, I went into the evidence room on the day of the crime.
: Chief Gant asked me to do something.
: To take evidence from a case solved six months ago back to the Prosecutor’s Office…
: I have a locker in there as well.
: Did you notice anything amiss when you were in the evidence room?
: That room’s always dark and I was in a hurry.
: I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

We should check that paper Edgeworth dropped, too.

: (I wonder what he was writing before?)
: Come on, Mr. Wright! Let’s take a look!
: Are you crazy? Edgeworth is sitting right there!
: Just distract him, I’ll check it out.
: Uh… Hey, Edgeworth. Is that Detective Gumshoe out the window there? Oh no! He’s falling to the ground!!!
: Hold on. First let me see what this girl’s doing crawling around my feet.
: (He didn’t even look.)

: If you can’t read, I’ll read it for you.
: It says, “Letter of Resignation.”

: “Resignation”!? Edgeworth, you don’t mean…?
: I’m tired, Mr. Wright. I feel as if… something inside me has died.
: But Mr. Edgeworth! None of it is your fault!
: I know the path I’ve walked. You don’t need to tell me.
: And the path I’ve walked… hasn’t been a just one. I can’t forgive myself for what I’ve done…
: and no one else should forgive me either.
: (Uh oh. I think he’s serious!)
: Mr. Wright!
: Please, you have to do something!
: (This Letter of Resignation… I wonder if I can use it for anything?)

We pocket it.

: (He really wrote a resignation letter…)
: Wow! Even when resigning, Mr. Edgeworth is cool and concise!
: Still, it wasn’t his fault…
: Someone had to be held responsible. That’s how it is in the grown-up world.
: Yeah, but that responsibility means nothing if he just quits!
: Well, not everyone sees it that way.
: To truly take responsibility
: you should have to work the rest of your life for no pay.
: (Sometimes the “grown-up” world can be tough…)

Now, maybe we can talk to Gumshoe. However, as we enter the parking lot…

: Excuse me…

: Ms. Starr! (I guess she’s out of lunches.)
: You certainly are the curious sort, aren’t you? Kind of like
: the first person who sucked a cow’s nipple to discover milk. Still, I never thought you’d go digging up that case from two years ago.
: Everyone in this trial was involved in the SL-9 Incident. Not only that, but the murder occurred on the very day the evidence from that case was due for transferal. This can’t all be attributed to mere “coincidence.”
: … Aren’t you forgetting something?
: You know, that little scene I happened to witness?

: No matter how much of the past you dig up, it won’t change what I saw.

: (Ms. Starr’s hatred toward Lana… It all dates back to two years ago!)

: Joe Darke… That’s a name I’ll not soon forget!

: Still, I don’t think I was ever more alive than I was then. Those days were steamier than a bowl of hot gravy! Poor old Jake Marshall, though, must have been going through hell.
: You mean, because of his brother’s death?
: They were close, those two.
: After Neil died, something took over Jake. He became obsessed. Seeing Jake like that made her all the more desperate.
: “Her”…?
: Lana Skye.
: My sister…?
: The best of the best were put on that SL-9 case. Of course they were lead by that legendary duo.

: That legendary pair was the reason we were able to keep up our investigation. That’s why we’re so shocked over how it turned out…
: You mean, with the forging of the evidence?
: Don’t get me wrong. Joe Darke got what he deserved.
: Still, it was obvious the evidence produced in court was being manipulated. Items our team never found would suddenly appear, while other items were kept secret.
: But you didn’t have proof anything illegal was done…
: I’m proof enough of
: what happened.
: !
: After the case, all of us save Goodman were relieved of our duties… most without even so much as an explanation.
: Then Lana Skye transferred to the Prosecutor’s Office and became Chief Prosecutor.
: Lana always wanted to be a prosecutor.
: Nothing’s quite as simple as it appears.
: Huh?
: Lana Skye was merely being used as a pawn.
: That’s my take on the matter.
: She was being used?

: Daman Gant and Lana Skye…

: They solved all kinds of cases together, didn’t they?
: Damon Gant’s magnetism in particular was almost unreal.
: His “magnetism”?
: By that I mean his ability to attract evidence. He’d produce the most incredible evidence in the cases he handled.
: (“Incredible evidence”? You mean…)
: Oh, yes. There were rumors about him even back then.
: No one dareds confront him, though.
: (I take it she’s talking about forged evidence.)
: Back then, everyone looked up to Lana. All the detectives wanted to be like her.
: !
: Really?
: Oh yes… myself included. I was a fool, really.
: She hated anything crooked, and always watched out for the other detectives.
: That’s why she was so concerned for Jake.
: Mr. Marshall…
: When Jake’s brother was murdered, she felt as if she had lost her own brother. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t think Jake would ever have recovered from his shock.
: That’s what makes it all the more infuriating.
: Ms. Starr…
: That’s why…
: I’ll never be able to forgive her. Why did she have to turn so cold after that…?
: …

: Lana transferred to the Prosecutor’s Office two years ago, didn’t she?
: Yes, thanks to “Chief” Gant’s powerful influence.
: Chief…
: That’s right. Having solved the SL-9 case, his position as chief was secured. There was only one thing left for him to control,
: and then no one could stand in his way:

: the Prosecutor’s Office.
: What? You mean… That’s why Lana was transferred!?
: If he could control the Chief Prosecutor, he could control the Prosecutor’s Office.
: That must have been his goal all along.

: B-but how could he control Lana?
: I don’t know, but one thing’s for sure. Ever since that case ended, she’s never been the same. It’s only logical to conclude…
: there must have been a reason for her change.
: (At last… I’m finally getting close to the bottom of this ugly mess.) Thank you, Ms. Starr.
: You listen to me, Rookie. It takes more than just ingredients to create fine cuisine.
: I hope you turn out to be a better chef than I’ve been…

Next time: Convincing Gumshoe.

[morsrattus]

Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Investigation (Day 3) - Part 4

: Oh, you’re back.
: You’re still here?
: I gotta make 150 copies of these files.
: Brewing coffee, copying files…
: I’m turning into a regular DJ!
: You’re a “DJ” as well?
: If I’m not mistaken, I think he means “Desk Jockey.”
: …
: Oh, that DJ…

: I gotta admire your persistency,
: but my answer’s still no.
: ?
: I’m not letting you in the Chief’s office, period.
: It’d be my neck on the line.
: (That office is the last crime scene in the SL-9 Incident. I have to take a look in there!)
: There’s got to be something we can do to make the Detective change his mind.

And now there is - presenting Edgeworth’s resignation.

: …
: N–no way! Mr. Edgeworth can’t be serious!
: Is he ever not serious?
: I can’t believe they’ve pushed him this far…
: Mr. Edgeworth really feels responsible.

: At first I thought he was as cold as ice, but now I know different!
: He trusted us detectives to provide him with sound evidence, but we just…
: we betrayed him!
: Detective…
: …
: …
: …
: That’s it.
: I’ve made up my mind!
: But…

: We can’t do that. If someone found out…
: they wouldn’t let you off the hook with another lost item report!
: Look at me. It’s no secret I’m already out of the loop. After all, I’m friends with Mr. Edgeworth.
: Depending on how this case turns out, I may already be as good as terminated…
: i[/i]
: So at least let me do this…
: for Mr. Edgeworth’s sake!
: All right, Detective. Thank you.

And we get his ID.

: Whatever you do, just don’t say that to his face.
: Look, his eyes are half shut!
: Yeah… and his mouth is half open.
: Hey! Each of his shirt buttons is off a notch!
: And he’s got the narrow end of his tie in front. … I think this goes beyond being a “photogenic” issue.

: Here goes, Mr. Wright.

: If anyone finds us now,
: Detective Gumshoe’s a goner.
: If that happens, I’m counting on you to bail me out!
: EEEEEEEEK!
: GAAAAAAAAH!

The screen flashes a few times.

: Sorry, I thought you were a ghost.
: I didn’t even know you could slap a ghost.
: AAAAH! Detective Gumshoe! What are you doing sneaking up on us like that!?
: I-I-I wasn’t “sneaking.”
: I was just worried something might go wrong…
: so I came too.

We crumple up the ID.

: Hey, don’t do that to my card!
: I heardly ever get a chance to come in here,
: so I figured I’d have a look around myself!
: Besides, we’re all in this together now.
: You really do want to get fired, don’t you?
: Not if we’re lucky. Now come on, let’s see what we can find out!
: (I’ve got a bad feeling about this…)

: That desk on the other side of the room… Was that your sister’s?
: Yes. That’s where I was waiting for Lana…
: on that day two years ago.
: Is anyone using it now?
: No sir. This is entirely Chief Gant’s office now.
: He practices a strict policy of “preserving the crime scene.”
: (That’s a strange reason to leave it there…)
: He leaves it as a warning to everyone else. He wants us to always be alert. He told us so himself at our New Year’s party.
: Of course, he was pretty intoxicated at the time.
: I see.
: So ever since Lana left,
: no one ever touches that desk?
: No one except Chief Gant… and the cleaning leady who’s in here each morning.
: (Still, two years have passed since that incident. There can’t possibly be any clues remaining.)

: Can I ask you something?
: Sure.
: You only came here to look around, right? Because it’s one of the SL-9 crime scenes.
: I mean, that’s your only reason for coming here, isn’t it?
: … Why do you ask?
: You don’t think…
: Nah!
: You wouldnt be…
: No.
: …
: No, there’s no way.
: Never mind. Don’t worry about it.
: Okay. Now then, let’s look around a bit more.
: Hey, hold on!
: Not so fast, buddy!
: Huh? What is it?
: When someone tell you “don’t worry about it,”
: it’s supposed to start bothering you, pal!
: You dont just let it go at that!
: S-sorry. (This guy’s starting to get on my nerves.) Okay, so what’s bothering you?
: You two don’t think… Chief Gant…
: might be a suspect, do you?
: What!?
: Yeah. Mr. Wright! What do we think of him?

: (Perhaps it’s best I don’t divulge my feelings… yet.)
: There he goes, ignoring me again.

Now, let’s look around.

: This is the real deal, isn’t it? This armor and these weapons?
: Sure is, pal. The Chief doesn’t care for imitations.
: First the pipe organ, now this armor… Do you know how many taxpayer dollars must have gone into this room?
: What? You mean we’re paying for this!?
: That’s it. I’m not paying one cent of my taxes!
: (You don’t have any taxes to pay.)
: Ssh!
: Be careful of what you say!
: Who knows? The Chief may be hiding in this armor as we speak!
: I don’t think he’d fit in there.
: Even if he did, he’d never be able to get back out.
: Cut it out! You guys don’t know how scary that guy can be!

: You can see pretty far from 15 stories up.
: If you were to drop that suit of armor from here…
: At first the Chief wanted to use stained glass for this window.
: Really? Why didn’t he?
: They say he changed his mind because he wouldn’t be able to see the view.
: Oh.
: (Stained glass or not, it’s a huge window…)

: This is a safe, isn’t it?
: “Safe”… that word is ripe with intrigue!
: Uh, okay. If you say so…
: It looks like a code needs to be entered in this panel to open it.

Maybe, but we’ll get back to that later.

: (I’m not sure what will happen if we enter the wrong code. I’d better wait until I find something more definite.)
: A seven-digit number…
: Didn’t we see one of those somewhere?
: How about we try entering my birth date?

: Wow! Look at the size of Chief Gant’s desk!
: (Speaking of that, when we were here earlier…)

: Chief Gant! (He put that paper he was reading in his desk.)

: A list of evidence?
: In most cases the list runs twice as long as this.
: Hey, look at the case name!
: Huh?
: “SL-9 Incident”! I wonder what this is doing here…
: Hold on, Detective! What did you just say?
: I said, “I wonder what…”
: No, about evidence lists. Normally they’re twice as long?

: That’s right. I guess there wasn’t a lot of evidence.
: (A half-sized list of evidence…)

: Most lists…
: run twice as long.

: I knew it! The Chief must be hiding something about that case!
: It would appear so.

There’s not much to see on the front of the list, but on the back…

: What is it? Did you find something?
: (I can’t make it out. I’d better keep quiet about it for now.) Huh? Oh. No, it’s nothing.
: Why are your eyes moving about like that, Mr. Wright?
: (I’d better not forget about this picture!)

: The Chief’s organ sure is a sight to behold.
: Occasionally we hear him playing it from the Criminal Affairs department.
: (That’s on the 2nd floor, and this is the 15th!)
: When a detective screws up, the Chief calls him to his office…
: and makes him listen to the organ for hours.
: What’s so bad about that? Music soothes the soul!
: After that,
: the detective can’t hear anything for days except for the ringing in his ears.
: (So it’s an instrument of punishment… literally.)
: But aren’t the Chief’s ears affected?
: …
: He never listens to anyone anyway.
: (That’s besides the point…)

: This mark looks like some kind of flower.
: Word is, it’s designed after the insignia on the prosecutor’s badge.
: “Prosecutor’s badge”…?

: What!? They have badges too!?
: The design’s supposed to portray the severity of the punishment system.
: Now that you mention it, it does look all pointy and kind of painful. But Mr. Edgeworth never wears a badge.
: That’s because he’s a sharp dresser.
: A badge like that wouldn’t go too well with his outfit.
: So sharp dressers don’t need to wear badges?
: I guess everyone just kind of lets it slide.
: (I don’t see how that’s supposed to signify severe punishment…)

: (The day Joe Darke ran out of the questioning room and tried to kill Ema…)
: After receiving his award trophy, Mr. Marshall took a picture here,
: then went along with Chief Gant to question Darke.
: I bet he never knew he’d be dead just a few hours later…
: (Gee, you think?)

: This was Lana’s desk. It sure is tidy.
: Lana’s always been a meticulous cleaner.
: There’s not even any dust on it! Looks like someone’s still keeping it clean. Does Lana ever come back here?
: No.
: Chief Gant must still keep it clean in memory of their partnership.
: They were the stuff legends are made of!
: (Does he keep it in memory of her, or in memory of the crime…?)

: These shelves are mostly empty. Lana must have cleaned them out when she transferred over ot the Prosecutor’s Office. There’s a small picture frame on the left shelf.
: Hey! This is when Lana and I went to that theme park…
: …

: Look at that giant window…
: Makes you want to crash through it and jump outside.
: Uh, this is the 15th floor.
: I know! I was just saying…
: (Saying what?)
: Ever since making detective, I’ve always dreamed about doing something like that.
: Note to Self: Detective Gumshoe has a lot of dreams…
: So long as he doesn’t go crashing through that window when he gets fired.
: Don’t say that!

Next time: The secrets of the safe.

[morsrattus]

Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Investigation (Day 3) - Part 5

Now, at this point, we have a safe to crack.

: Do you know what it is?
: I have a hunch…
: Oh, I know!
: You want to try my birth date? It’s…

We do have a seven-digit number that hasn’t seen use for anything yet. Could it be that easy?

: What number did you enter!?
: Whose birthday was that, pal?

: What?

: The number of the mysterious “executive officer” who entered the room that day.
: You mean,
: “Sevensevensevensevensevenseven”?
: That ID number!?
: I think you’re one “seven” shy this time. This can only mean one thing: That’s Chief Gant’s ID number!
: Say…
: Anyone care to look inside?

: Is there any money in there? How much does he have stashed away!?
: Look! It’s a… a…

: (This somehow looks familiar. Where have I seen this before…?)
: There’s something else in here too.

: Hey! I saw someone wearing a shirt like that once! You think the Chief made up the design?
: Uh… I don’t think so.
: Oh. Well, it was just a thought.
: Is that it? This is all that was in the safe?
: Apparently so. It’s empty now.
: A piece of cloth with a handprint on it, and a broken shard from a cup.
: They look like pieces of evidence,
: but unless you can prove they have something to do with this case, I’m afraid I can’t just let you take them.
: After all, it’s my neck on the line here!

: (Great. Now I have to prove their “relevancy” to get them. How are these two items related to the SL-9 Incident?)
: Come on! There’s got to be something we can show the detective!

First, we present the jar we built yesterday.

: All of us put that back together. Oh, those were the days…
: (It’s kind of early to be nostalgic.)
: Wasn’t this jar a piece of evidence from that case?
: That’s right. One of the shards had an “SL-9 Incident” sticker on it.
: Doesn’t this ring any bells? You know, that fragment we just found?

: Yes, that one… that was in the safe.
: …
: !
: Now that you mention it, it’s ringing a lot of bells!

: Here, let me see that shard. I’ll take a crack at this.
: Go ahead, pal. Show us what a rookie can do!
: Mr. Wright! Here’s some glue!
: (If I can piece this together again… it’ll prove Chief Gant was knowingly hiding evidence! Here goes…)

: Chief Gant willingly and knowingly hid a piece of this jar in his safe.

: !
: In other words, he concealed a piece of evidence from the SL-9 Incident.
: But…
: Hey guys! Get a load of this!
: What is it?

: it’s different from the others!

: There’s a reddish line on it!
: (A reddish line… That’s blood!)
: I don’t get it!
: Why would Chief Gant hide this in his safe?

And so the jar is updated. Now, time to present the fingerprinting kit.

: Hey, I know what that is!
: So, you want to take some fingerprints?
: That’s a great idea, Detective!
: All right, go to town. Sheesh! …
: …
: What are you doing? Why are you sticking out your hand like that?
: Go ahead. Take my fingerprints.
: …
: Um, it’s not your fingerprints we want to take.
: Huh?
: Come on, this isn’t the time for jokes. We’re talking about that cloth we found in the safe!
: Oh! Heh heh!
: I knew that. The one with the hand print on it, right?
: Sheesh, where’s your sense of humor?

: Sprinkle the powder on the cloth,
: then, once they’ve been absorbed into the prints, blow the rest away!
: (What are you, my mom? I don’t have to be told a million times!) All right, let’s get this over with!

: (No… How can this be!? What are Ema’s fingerprints doing here!?)
: Hey, you found a match?
: Whose fingerprints were they!?
: Huh? Oh, uh… it seems the prints are too old. They aren’t clear enough to get a match.
: Oh… That’s too bad.
: I thought they’d be Darke’s prints.
: Psst! Hey you. Over here.

We join Gumshoe on the other side of the room.

: What’s going on here? What are that kid’s prints doing inside the Chief’s safe?
: Don’t ask me! Let’s just keep this information from Ema for now.
: …

: Yeah. Someone left behind an oil stain on the fabric. Whoever it was, they must have had a really oily hand.
: Mr. Wright, think about it scientifically!
: Huh?
: A more likely explanation is…
: the person slipped and fell on a freshly waxed floor,
: getting wax all over their hand.
: Well, that would account for this amount of oil I guess. (I don’t see what’s so “scientific” about it though.)
: It happens, you know. I always slip on the floors at school after they’re waxed.

Back to the case.

: Well? Was I any help?

: Now that’s not very kind, is it? In other words, if it wasn’t for his ID card, he would have been useless…
: Isn’t that right, you in the coat?
: EEEEEEEK!
: C-Chief Gant!

: We didn’t think you’d be back so soon.
: Fortunately I’m a man who believes in signs.
: As I was walking to my meeting, I happened to look out a window and saw a stray dog run right into a pole.
: Just then I thought of a certain detective.
: Do you mean… m-me, sir?
: Now then,
: I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you all to leave.
: Y-yes sir!
: Sorry…
: Oh, you in the coat.
: Me, sir!?

: You won’t be needing it anymore.
: But sir…
: Now get out!
: Y-y-yes sir!
: We’ll be on our way too, then.
: Wait.
: You, the one without the spiky hair. Don’t go yet.
: M-me, sir!?
: I’d like a word with you.
: But sir!
: I’m not a licensed scientific investigator yet!
: You with the spiky hair.
: You’re free to go.
: M-Mr. Wright!!!

We are automatically dropped off outside.

: The Chief’s office is off limits!
: But no, you just had to go sneaking in there like that, didn’t you!?
: I thought you said you didn’t care anymore if you were fired.
: Yeah, but if I knew it’d be like this,
: I never would’ve said it!
: (Now that I’ve seen the evidence Chief Gant was hiding in his office… I think I’m finally starting to get the picture… It’s hard to believe anyone could keep quiet about it all this time…)

: Anyway, you listenin’ to me!? I’m gonna try to smooth things over with the Chief again!
: Later, pal!

: so she’ll be busy for the rest of the day…

: I see. So the Chief asked Ema to come in for questioning…
: It’s no use thinking about it. Tomorrow’s the final day in court. I’m committed to doing everything I can to defend you, which is why I’m here.
: But I’ve already told you all I can…
: What you’ve told me over these past couple of days… is absolutely nothing. Not a single, useful thing.
: Really? I believe I did mention something quite important. Something I told you right at the beginning.
: I said that I was the one who stabbed Detective Goodman.
: You know, I think I’ve finally figured it out… Who it is you’re hiding behind those words.
: …
: Mia did a good job mentoring you. I’m rather jealous…
: !
: It seems Edgeworth was right.
: Edgeworth…?
: Once you’re convinced you know something, no one can persuade you otherwise.
: “Thick headed” is the term he used, I believe.
: (Now’s my chance to get her to tell me the rest of the story!)

: I have to admit I was more than a little perplexed at first. You insisted you “did it,” yet there was no incriminating evidence. That’s when it hit me. It’s not that you’re unwilling to tell the truth, it’s that you’re incapable of doing so, because of a certain individual.
: What an intriguing notion. A certain, “individual,” you say?
: So you think I’m… protecting this person?
: Protecting? No. I think “afraid of” is more like it.
: !
: If I’m not mistaken, the person in question may have persuaded you to silence.
: … For argument’s sake, Mr. Wright, whom may I ask is this person you’re speaking of?

: Well, Ms. Skye?
: …

: Mr. Wright. You are addressing the Chief Prosecutor. Do not forget your place.
: (I take it she’s still not ready to spill the beans.) My apologies.
: Could you please tell me a bit more about the circumstances?

: I respected him as a detective.
: Assuming he is respectable, then tell me something… Why would he try to hide his crimes?
: His “crimes”…?
: Both you and Edgeworth will be brought before a board of inquiry for what you did. Specifically, hiding and forging evidence.
: Of course, these are serious offenses…
: Why is it, though, that Chief Gant’s name was never mentioned?
: Chief Gant…?
: Edgeworth didn’t know the truth behind the forgery. The only party who could have possible investigated that evidence was…

…possible?

: Me. I had access because I was second in command of that investigation.
: Yes you, but also one other: Damon Gant.
: …
: If you intend to accuse Chief Gant, you’ll need more than just words.

: I just found this in a safe in the Chief’s office. This jar piece, and this strip of cloth. Do you know what these are? They’re pieces of evidence from the SL-9 Incident!
: I…
: The person concealing evidence was none other than Chief Gant himself. Now tell me! Why are you taking all the blame for him!?
: … Touché, Mr. Wright. It’s as you surmised. I cannot disobey the Chief’s orders… even if it means being found guilty for murder.

: Why not?
: Come now, Mr. Wright. You can’t possibly expect me to be able to tell you that. Three days ago…
: I had no choice but to cooperate.
: (In the murder of Detective Goodman!)
: Or perhaps I should say, “follow orders.”
: Yes, that’s more accurate than “cooperate.”

: Although I can’t tell you the details,
: I can say that I was given an order that day.

: “You’ll find it inside the trunk of Miles Edgeworth’s car.”
: Just as I suspected. Despite what everyone believes… you were not the one who murdered Detective Goodman!
: Correct.

: I discovered that murder weapon while inspecting the body.

: No.

: (The knife from the SL-9 Incident… serial killer Joe Darke’s knife!)
: I couldn’t just leave that knife in him,
: so I took it out and stabbed him with another knife.
: That would be Edgeworth’s knife?
: That’s right. Even though he was already dead, my hands were shaking at the thought of stabbing him. That’s why I ended up
: cutting my hand.
: And that is the reason for the bandage on your right hand?

: And then…

: (Ms. Starr…) Why did you need to hide Darke’s knife so badly?

: It took a lot of work to finally close the Darke case two years ago. It was over with. I didn’t ever want it to be opened again. My intent was to prevent that
: by whatever means possible.
: So… you hid Darke’s knife?
: The weapon used to stab the detective was evidence in the Joe Darke case… If word got out, which it would, the reporters would have a field day with that.

: In Edgeworth’s exhaust pipe…
: Right. Then I called my sister,
: to tell her what happened, and to ask her to hide the knife that was inside my muffler.
: You asked Ema?
: I didn’t want anyone on the force to know about this.

: (about Lana’s innocence!)
: Speaking of phone calls, I had a bad feeling about one of them that day.
: A bad feeling?
: The truth is, after I received those orders from Chief Gant.
: The first thing I did was make a phone call.

: To Marshall? Why on earth would you call him?
: The lead investigator for the SL-9 Incident had been murdered. I wanted that fact to be kept hidden, and I needed help. He was the only other person I could trust.
: Or at least, I thought I could trust him at the time. However, it seems that after I spoke to him he went off on an escapade of his own…
: Oh! You mean…
: Not wanting the case to die, he decided to take things into his own hands.

: He had already stolen the ID card… but it seems he still hadn’t made up his mind to break into the evidence room.
: After my phone call,
: any remaining doubts he had must have disappeared.
: So your phone call caused the incident in the evidence room!?
: I’m afraid that’s all I can tell you.
: But Lana…
: You’ve earned my respect, Mr. Wright. Both as a defense attorney and an investigator.
: Now please… Don’t pursue this any further in court tomorrow!

: (Tomorrow’s trial… There’s only one way to drive off Lana’s demons…)

Next time: Endgame.

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Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Trial (Day 4) - Part 1

: (This is the Defendant Lobby all right… but there’s no defendant. I’ve been trying to reach Lana all morning. Where could she be? And where’s Ema, for that matter? It almost seems as if…)
: Something’s been happening behind the scenes…

: Knowing you, you’ve already figured it out…

: Well… I have a pretty strong hunch.

: (Looks like I’m not the only one who’s figured it out.)
: You know, the only reason this trial didn’t reach a verdict yesterday… is because there was still room for doubt on this ID record.
: If that number does belong to whom you suspect, then no doubt will remain. After all, he hasn’t been officially charged with anything.
: True… Not yet.
: In any event, once all doubt has been removed from that list, I can call for a ruling
: on the defendant. Five minutes after the trial starts… Lana will be found guilty.
: But she didn’t do it!
: I figured you’d say as much.
: That’s why I came here… to hear what you have to say.
: (This is the first itme he’s ever done something like this…) Lana’s hiding something, and the only way we’ll ever know the truth… is to draw it out of her.
: The “truth”?
: Everything goes back to the SL-9 Incident.
: Don’t be stupid! Today’s the last day of the trial.
: We don’t have time to reminisce about the past!
: That depends on you.
: …!
: If she’s found guilty, you’ll lose your only chance to find out what really happened.
: …
: I’ll think about it. See you in court, Wright.

He leaves.

: (This is it. If I’m ever going to find out what Chief Gant has on her, it’s now!)

: Court is now in session for the trial of Ms. Lana Skye.
: The defense is ready, Your Honor.
: The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
: Normally this is when the prosecution puts forth its opening statement,
: ?
: but before that, the police chief has a proposal to make.
: (Chief Gant…!)
: Mornin’ folks. How’s everyone doing? Hey, Udgey. Been back to the pool yet?
: No, I’ve been drowning enough as it is in my work.
: Ho! That’s a good one! Don’t think I can top that!
: If you don’t mind me asking, Chief,
: exactly what is this “proposal” of yours?

: Lana… that is to say, the defendant,
: has asked me if she could speak directly to the court.
: (She wants to do what!?)
: Having heard what she intends to say, I feel she should be granted her request.
: In the end, it should save everyone a lot of time and trouble.

: What’s this all about, defendant?
: I’d just like to make one simple request, and I’ll be finished.
: Well then? What’s your request?
: Your Honor, I’d like you to put an immediate end to this trial.
: Huh!?
: I confess to all charges against me. On February 21 of this year, I murdered Detective Bruce Goodman…

: You can’t!
: Your Honor. The defendant’s claim does not change the defense’s plea!
: In that case, Mr. Wright,
: I no longer require your services.
: But Lana!
: Your Honor. I hereby forfeit my right to an attorney. The prosecution may lack direct evidence against me,
: but it has sufficiently proven its case through testimony and circumstantial evidence. I would like you to render your verdict now, if you please.
: Hmm…
: Well, the defendant certainly has the right to self representation…
: Her request is legally valid, although this is an unprecedented situation.

: Indeed, it appears there’s no further need to continue this trial…
: even if Mr. Wright may feel otherwise.
: (This can’t be happening!)
: It appears the time for the verdict has arrived. The court finds the defendant…

: M-Mr. Edgeworth!?
: The prosecution has not yet proven the defendant guilty beyond reasonable doubt.

: Any ruling at this stage would certainly be premature.

: I understand this is a difficult time for you,
: but why don’t you just be a good little boy and keep your mouth shut, hmm?

: Hmph.
: I don’t think I care for your tone… Chief Gant.
: What?
: Creating another fabrication to cover up your past mistakes…
: Sorry, but I’m no longer the naive little “boy” you would have me be.
: …
: With this sudden confession from the defendant…
: It’s obvious to me some kind of deal was struck behind the scenes.
: Some kind of “deal,” hm?
: Not everyone operates as you do… Worthy.
: … Hmph.
: I thought so. Your Honor. The prosecution would like to change its first witness.
: Oh? To whom…?
: As its first witness, the prosecution would like to call…
: Ms. Ema Skye!
: I request the court hears her testimony!

: Mr. Edgeworth! I am exercising my right to self representation. I don’t think we need to contin-
: I don’t care what you think, Ms. Skye.
: …!
: The exposure of truth sometimes results in tragedy… However!
: No matter how tragic the truth may be, it would be an even greater tragedy… to avert one’s eyes from it.

: Very well. The court shall grant the prosecution’s request.
: That’s okay with you, right Chief Gant?
: Worthy…
: You’ll live to regret this. Mark my words.
: Ms. Ema Skye. Please take the stand.
: (Looks like Edgeworth has decided to take the horse by the reins!)

: Now then, witness. Please state your name and occupation.
: Um… M-my name is Ema. Ema Skye.
: My occupation? I’m Lana’s little sister, and I want to be a scientific investigator!
: Two years ago… you encountered the serial killer Joe Darke, of the “Joe Darke Killings.” Is this correct?
: Yes.
: I’m trying my hardest to forget about that, though…
: I’m sorry,
: but I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to recall those events one more time.
: Mr. Edgeworth. Please remember this trial concerns the murder of Detective Goodman.
: Is an incident that was resolved two years ago really all that relevant?
: Yes. It most certainly is.
: …
: …
: W-well okay then!
: (He sure gives in fast…)
: Now…

: (The trip to yesteryear has finally begun…)

: It’s a good thing you weren’t harmed.
: I passed out…
: I don’t remember much.

: That’s understandable. However…
: please tell me, Mr. Edgeworth.
: What does this testimony have to do with Detective Goodman’s murder?
: …
: That will soon become apparent, Your Honor.
: (You’ve got to admire him for his courage, considering he has no evidence…)
: Very well! The defense may begin its cross examination.

: Two years ago, the defendant was a detective at the Police Department, correct?
: Yes. She was second in command under Chief Detective Gant.
: My sister…
: She was the best detective ever!

: Yes, I remember.
: Chief Detective Gant and Ms. Skye used to be quite the pair.
: I believe they shared the same office.
: That’s right.
: I’d always sit at my sister’s desk,

: I wanted to play it that day, too…
: The Police Department and the Prosecutor’s Office held a ceremony that day.
: Lana promised to take me to dinner after she finished her work.

: A “man”…?
: Yes, Joe Darke.

: Joe Darke was brought in for questioning on the day of that ceremony.
: We were desperate to get anything on him that would lead to an arrest.
: When he saw his chance…
: he fled the room, right?
: Upon fleeing the room, Darke proceeded to take the elevator. He must have been in a panic
: because the elevator was going up.
: Then he ran into Skye and Gant’s office.
: There was a lot of noise coming from outside, so I…
: opened up the door to have a look. That’s when I saw…
: Him.

: What was the prosecutor doing there?
: That day, there were two people present during Darke’s questioning: Detective Damon Gant, and Prosecutor Neil Marshall.
: (Gant was there too…?)
: Neil Marshall had just received the King of Prosecutors award.

: I assume that would also be why he was the first to run after Darke.
: When Darke grabbed me, I… I thought I was as good as dead.
: And thats when Prosecutor Marshall came running in?
: I… I don’t clearly remember what happened then.
: But…

: Can you tell us about that?
: Mr. Marshall jumped on Darke. Just then…
: the lights went out.
: The lights?
: It was just about this time of year…
: There was a terrible storm going on, and lightning struck nearby.
: So the electricity went out?
: Wait a minute… If it was pitch dark in that room…
: you shouldn’t have been able to see anything, right?
: Right, but just then lightning flashed again outside.
: That sudden flash left an unforgettable image of the scene in my mind…
: I see…
: I told the detective about what I saw then.
: The detective?

: So you spoke with Detective Goodman about this… two years ago.
: Yes.
: That’s what’s so scary about this trial.
: And you told Detective Goodman about what you saw?
: Yes, but…
: at the time, the words just wouldn’t come out. That’s why I drew a picture.
: (A picture… Yes, I think she mentioned that before.)

: This picture the witness drew…
: I believe it has a very important meaning.

: But the list of evidence I was given two years ago didn’t contain a picture…

: Witness. Would you mind if we added this statement to your testimony?
: Y-yes, Your Honor.

: You drew a picture of the scene you witnessed, right?
: Yes. I wanted to do everything I could to help the investigation.
: I can still see it now… Whenever I close my eyes…

: yet I never received any picture.
: Perhaps the witness is mistaken?
: B-but I did draw it! I swear!
: I’m not just imagining it…
: (This picture that Ema drew… that reminds me!)
: (I guess I should check the evidence again…)
: Well anyway. Let’s continue.
: This scene that imprinted an image in your mind…
: Can you please describe it to us?
: The man…

: That must have been
: a real shock.
: Even when I close my eyes, I can still see it just as clearly…
: Tell us…
: what were you doing at that moment?
: I believe you testified that Joe Darke was holding you hostage.
: When lightning struck and the lights went out,

: Hmm…
: I’m pretty sure I was watching them.

Loop.

: (Ema doesn’t have any reason to lie…)
: (but Lana sure does.)
: (I need to get Ema to tell me as much about this as she can!)

Next time: Following the path.

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Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Trial (Day 4) - Part 2

: Mr. Edgeworth.

: and yet you still insist on denying its existence?

: Hey, I’m not the bad guy! All I’m saying is that as the prosecutor for that case,
: I wasn’t handed such a picture!
: That may well be…

: This is… the evidence list for the SL-9 Incident?

: Please turn it over, Your Honor.
: Turn it over…? Turn… it…
: AAAAAAAHHHH! What’s this!?

: Hey! That’s it! That’s the picture I drew!

: Indeed… Two men appear to be wrestling here.

: What’s the meaning of this!?
: What are you doing with that list!?
: Me…?
: Only the prosecutor in charge should have access to that list!
: Huh…?
: These lists… They’re…
: They’re different from each other.
: What?
: It would appear, Mr. Edgeworth, that the evidence list you were handed two years ago…
: was incomplete. These two lists…
: fit together to form one.
: You can see the marks here, where they were torn apart from each other.
: So you see, Mr. Edgeworth.
: It’s quite obvious what happened. Two years ago…
: only half of the evidence in that case ever reached you.
: What…

: Order! Order!
: Who’d have thought the picture would have been drawn on the back of the list…
: That was handed to Detective Goodman in the questioning room?

: Your Honor!
: Are you all right, Mr. Wright? Your eyes are bulging from your head…

: then there might be more of the drawing on the back of Mr. Edgeworth’s list!

: …!
: Yes, that’s quite conceivable.
: Mr. Edgeworth?
: It’s possible.
: Let’s see…
: MM! MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
: Is something wrong?
: (Do you even have to ask?)

: Sorry, Your Honor. There is something drawn on the back of my list.
: This is that… thing!

: … That’s that… that thing! That thing that was dancing in the evidence room!
: Apparently the Head of Criminal Affairs used this for his blueprint.
: (I guess he was out of scrap paper…)
: …

And the evidence list is updated.

: Very well. Witness. Will you please testify about this picture you drew two years ago?
: …
: Huh?
: Oh, Y-yes sir, Your Honor!

Weird caps decision there.

: (What’s wrong with Ema? She seemed to be thinking about something when she saw the picture.)

: To think a flash of lightning could burn such an image in your mind…
: (Thanks to that though, she was able to show us exactly what she saw!)
: Well, I don’t see any contradictions here.
: This clearly shows Joe Darke about to murder Prosecutor Neil Marshall.
: …
: The defense may now begin its cross-examination.

: Did you draw this picture right after the incident?
: Um…
: I think I drew it two or three days later.
: At first I was in such a state of shock that I couldn’t do anything…
: During that time the detective team was reorganized. Detective Goodman was placed in charge…
: under the direction of Damon Gant and Lana Skye.
: (Two or three days later…)
: (The memory should still have been fresh in her mind.)
: Excuse me, witness, but can you please tell us why this picture is painted all black?

: So at the time you didn’t even know it was Mr. Marshall who had come to your rescue?
: No… I couldn’t see him clearly. The lightning was so bright…
: and I was knocked to the floor.
: You were knocked to the floor?
: Darke had a tight grip on me,
: but when Mr. Marshall jumped on him, I was knocked away.

: (Poor Ema… I’m just glad she wasn’t hurt.)
: What happened after the lightning flashed?

: You mean, you didn’t see the actual murder take place?
: No.
: I-I’m sorry…

: The flash of lightning only drove off the darkness for a split second. Not only that, but the trauma of the situation understandably caused the witness to faint.
: Do you really need to torture this girl any further!?

: Hey, I’m not the bad guy here!
: Anyway, this picture…

: Sorry for asking so many times, but are you sure you drew exactly what you saw?
: Of course! This is the exact scene!
: It wasn’t influenced in any way from your talks with the detectives?

: Are you insinuating we somehow manipulated her memory, Mr. Wright?
: No, no. Of course not. (I’d better watch out, or he might find some way to cut my salary!)
: I drew this picture before I heard anything from the detectives,
: so I don’t think anyone’s story would have influenced me…
: Mr. Wright.
: Is there something that’s bothering you about this picture?
: Huh?
: Oh, well…
: …

Loop.

: (That’s strange… She claims this is exactly the scene that was imprinted in her mind…)
: (And yet…)

Can you spot it?

: I hate to be the bearer of bad news,
: but this picture the witness drew…
: contains a blatant contradiction!
: What?
: B-but, I still remember it just like it was yesterday!

: Mr. Wright.
: Perhaps it would be faster if you simply pointed out this contradiction for us.

: The contradiction of course lies here!
: Take a look at the knife the man is holding.

: In fact, you don’t even have to look closely to see that.
: But Mr. Wright, look at the evidence!

: If I recall…

: It was the conclusive piece of evidence that proved Joe Darke was the murderer!

: I’m afraid it’s not so simple, Ema.

: Huh? Where could you possibly see a problem!?

: If the victim was only stabbed once,

: AAAAAAAHHHHHH!
: What’s the meaning of this?

: Perhaps the knife was broken beforehand!

: Sorry, but I’m afraid that’s not possible.
: The tip of the knife was found inside the victim’s body.

: If it was broken beforehand,
: it couldn’t possibly wind up there!

: That’s right!
: But what does this mean?

: The tip of the knife was undeniably discovered within the victim’s body!
: The only possible explanation is the witness’s memory is mistaken!

: That’s why I asked her so many times if she was sure she remembered correctly.
: I believe you were annoyed at the time.
: But she was sure she remembered correctly!
: But…
: there’s no other way to explain this inconsistency!

: Not so fast, Mr. Edgeworth.
: There is another explanation. Have you forgotten already?
: About a little something called… “falsified evidence”?
: You’re treading on thin ice, Wright…
: All I’m saying, is that the broken knife
: might be the piece of evidence that was forged! You can’t deny the possibility!
: No…

Next time: Oh dear.

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Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Trial (Day 4) - Part 3

: Order! Order! Order!
: Are you saying the investigation really was corrupted?
: Your Honor…
: Please allow me to once again go over the events that took place the day of the murder.

: Neil Marshall questioned Joe Darke along with Damon Gant.

: Prosecutor Marshall chased after him… and was killed by Darke.
: It is my belief that somewhere in this story…
: there is a lie.

: Hmm…
: I…
: I’m not lying…
: The man really was holding up a broken knife!
: … If that’s true… then there’s no other way around it.

: …!
: There must have been another broken knife!
: What are the chances of there being two broken knives?
: (Another broken knife besides Joe Darke’s…)

: (Broken knives don’t just grow on trees…)
: (There’s no way there was another one!)
: Well, Mr. Wright?
: Your Honor, I believe…
: the witness must be mistaken.
: … I knew it.
: You really don’t believe me…
: …!

Which leaves us where the other answer does.

: (That flash of lightning burned an unforgettable image in her mind… One that’s been torturing her ever since!)
: (There’s no way Ema could be mistaken!)
: If the witness is this adamant about the accuracy of what she saw…
: it can’t just be explained away by a simple observational error.
: Mr. Wright…

: In that instant… Ema really did see a broken knife!

: I assume then,
: that you have some information about this “other” broken knife?
: If so, please feel free to enlighten us.
: (The murder weapon was already broken prior to the murder… There’s only one way!)

: The answer lies in the past… Two years in the past.

: This is a picture of the awards ceremony.
: A-AAAAHH!
: What is it, Mr. Edgeworth!?
: It’s the… the broken murder weapon!
: Notice the award Prosecutor Marshall is holding.

: As we earlier concluded, the knife in the picture was not Joe Darke’s knife. That being the case…

: Order! Order! Order!
: Neil Marshall was awarded King of Prosecutors that day. As an award, he was given this broken shield and a broken knife.
: When he chased after Joe Darke, he pulled out this knife.
: Being a prosecutor, he did not carry a pistol.
: This broken knife was the only weapon he had in this dangerous situation.

: But that… That can’t be!
: Oh? And why not, Mr. Edgeworth?
: Because if the King of Prosecutors award knife was the murder weapon…
: then the murderer and the victim would be reversed!
: What do you mean?

: I mean…

: Oh…

: But the prosecutor was the one who actually died!
: That’s true… (What’s going on here?)

: It seems
: Mr. Wright has been a bit too eager to jump to conclusions…

: Witness…?
: Mr. Edgeworth!
: What is it?
: Could you show me your
: evidence list again, please?
: His list?
: The one with that… picture scribbled on the back?

: This picture…
: I’m the one who drew it.
: What!?
: You drew that?
: That’s right.

: I must have locked this part away deep inside me…

: Perhaps it would be best…
: if we added this to the witness’s testimony.
: Would you please tell us what you’ve recalled, Ms. Skye?
: Yes, Your Honor.
: (First the knife mix-up, and now… the Blue Badger?)
: (This should be interesting…)

: This is certainly most unusual…

: Try impossible!

: (That would mean he didn’t even exist two years ago…)
: Yes, well. The defense may now begin its cross-examination.

: Lana!
: What’s the meaning of this!?
: Please remain seated in the defendant’s chair!
: But you can’t do this!
: I’ve already confessed to the crime! Why can’t you just leave it at that!?
: Chief Prosecutor Skye.
: !
: We’ve already come this far.
: It’s too late to turn back.

: Silence!
: The defense will now begin its cross-examination.
: Bailiff. Please detain the defendant.
: (It seems we’re finally getting to the core of the matter.)

: When you say, “that man,” I assume you refer to Joe Darke?
: Yes… at least, I think it was him.
: You… “think”?
: All I could really see were shadows.
: The power outage that immediately preceded the incident, is also documented in the Prosecutor’s Office reports.
: So then you…

: Why would you do something so dangerous!?
: What else could I have done!?
: He was about to stab Mr. Marshall!
: (She seems convinced that Darke was the one holding the knife…)
: But as we’ve just theorized,

: Well, I didn’t know that at the time!
: When that Darke guy knocked me down,
: all I could think was, “I’ve got to help Mr. Marshall!”

: What do you mean, you “think”?
: It… it all happened so fast…
: And I was in shock! I don’t remember everything clearly.
: What I did… it’s all kind of a blur…
: In a matter of just a few seconds, Ms. Skye was almost killed, then she witnessed a
: murder about to take place. A little disorientation is only natural.
: I saw the man about to stab the other person, who I thought was Mr. Marshall.
: I knew I had to stop the man with the knife.

: What you did was very brave, young girl.
: So then, what happened next?

: Are you sure about this?

: But…

: And that was just this year… The Blue Badger didn’t exist two years ago.
: This is all quite verifiable.
: I know it sounds strange. I was surprised too when I saw him at the Police Department.

: Now I finally remember!
: (Oh brother. Just when you thought that thing had caused enough commotion…)
: Tell us…
: Where in the room did you see him dancing?

: His shadow?

: That’s right… but I still remember it.
: He had three creepy horns…

: This is pointless! That thing couldn’t possibly have existed two years ago…
: The witness must be mistaken!

: That may well be…

: but what’s important is what caused her to think she saw what she did.
: Oh? And I suppose you have an explanation?

: (What was it Ema saw when that lightning flashed?)

: I absolutely and positively have no idea whatsoever!
: …
: …
: Well, it’s always good to be sure of oneself!

: Apparently it helps when trying to overlook one’s failures…
: But I know what I saw! I’m not making this up! Mr. Wright, please!
: You’ve got to believe me…
: Ema…

And loop.

: (The Blue Badger didn’t even exist two years ago… So what exactly did Ema see?)
: (I’ve gathered all the evidence. All that’s left now…)
: (is to put the pieces of the puzzle together…)

Next time: Who is the Blue Badger?

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Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Trial (Day 4) - Part 4

: (The Blue Badger hadn’t even been dreamed up when Ema drew this picture.)
: (Yet she’s certain she saw its “shadow”!)

: Ladies and gentlemen… It is the defense’s belief that on that fateful day two years ago…
: there indeed was something that looked similar to the Blue Badger…
: Something that is now sitting in this very room!
: Mr. Wright…!

: In this room? Very well, Mr. Wright.

: What is it that the witness saw in that instant?

: But that’s…
: Er, what exactly is that?
: I believe
: it’s some sort of jar.
: But Mr. Wright!
: That doesn’t look anything like the Blue Badger!
: Indeed it doesn’t. As it stands now, it’s just a plain jar. However…
: What if we were to change our viewpoint?
: Our viewpoint…?

We now get to rotate the thing until we reach the Blue Badger. The game’s kind of picky about it, but getting it wrong has no penalty - just some uninteresting ‘maybe I need to rotate this more’ stuff…

This’ll work, though.

: No…
: It can’t be!!!

: Order! Order!
: The defense has proven its claim.
: The mysterious “Blue Badger” witnessed on the day of the crime was actually this…

: Although we all enjoyed Mr. Wright’s dramatic performance, one question remains…

: What’s your point!?
: What do you mean?
: So that Badger thing was actually just a jar.
: That doesn’t change anything!

: I’m afraid that’s where you’re wrong, Mr. Edgeworth.
: You see…

: this changes everything!
: Indeed? Very well, then. Please tell us…

This is a false choice - all of the responses get the exact same result.

: Allow me to take these in turn.

: Not only that, but she saw it at a very specific angle.
: Knowing this, where could she have seen this jar?
: Where…?
: The location of the jar is shown in a picture taken on the day of the crime.

: But the body was found lying near Lana Skye’s desk!
: The witness testified so herself!

: Yes! And it is these two facts that reveal what actually transpired! You see… The struggle between Darke and Marshall did not take place in Lana Skye’s office!
: It happened on the other side of the room, in Chief Gant’s office!

: Are you implying the murderer moved the victim’s body?

: Yes.
: Why would he do that!?
: There’s no reason!

: Exactly.
: !
: If there wasn’t a “reason”…
: he wouldn’t have gone through the trouble. The only logical conclusion…
: is that there was a “reason.”
: Do you know
: what that reason was, Mr. Wright?

: (So this is why Lana tried to stop the trial!)

: Please recall the witness’s testimony.
: She said she knocked away the man who was holding up the knife. In the next instant, the jar was hit and flew threw the air.

…“threw?”

: Now tell me…
: What could have sent the jar flying?
: That would have to have been…
: the impact the man made when
: he was knocked into the wall?
: Ladies and gentlemen…
: if I may draw your attention to this picture once more.

: what would he have hit?
: A-AHHHHHH…
: The suit of armor!
: Holding… a very sharp and dangerous-looking sword…

: Yes.

: he would have to have been Neil Marshall, wielding the Prosecutor’s Award.
: No…
: Mr. Wright… You can’t be thinking…
: Yes.
: There is another possibility of what actually transpired in that room.
: Another possibility?

: Of course the perpetrator would have had no idea, but nevertheless! … i[/i]
: (I don’t know if I can go through with this…)
: Mr. Wright? What’s the matter?
: If events took place as the defense theorizes…
: Then the outcome is obvious. In that moment…
: assuming the man Ema Skye knocked away was actually Prosecutor Neil Marshall…

: Mr. Marshall died… because of… me…?

Ema has fainted again.

: I never imagined her testimony would lead to this…
: So it was the witness who took the victim’s life…
: and then proved so with her own testimony!
: This is unprecedented!

: What… What are you saying?
: I’m sorry, Ms. Skye, but given the circumstances…
: Joe Darke murdered Prosecutor Marshall!

: Imagine that, coming from you.
: !
: As I recall, it was you who admitted to forging evidence two years ago.
: The reason you moved Prosecutor Marshall’s body… was to keep anyone else from finding out about what Ema did, wasn’t it?
: I assure you, Mr. Edgeworth, I have no idea what you’re talking about. If you hope to have anyone believe your insane allegations,
: I’m afraid you’re going to have to have proof. Tell me…
: Do you have any conclusive evidence that proves my sister killed Neil Marshall?
: E-evidence?
: I’m willing to bet you don’t.
: Yes…
: it certainly would be difficult to prove this with evidence.
: If we don’t have evidence,
: then we’ll have to rely on testimony.
: I’m afraid that won’t work in this case. Both parties involved in the incident are dead.
: …! (We certainly can’t get dead people to testify.)

: Hmph. Touche, Ms. Skye.
: Of course…
: That only leaves us with one possibility.
: …!
: (You mean, there’s still another possibility?)
: What do you mean, Mr. Edgeworth?
: I mean, the possibility that
: the victim has left us a message.

: He may have left behind the name of the person who took his life…
: somehow.
: That’s…
: That’s impossible!

: Well, Mr. Wright? This is the only possibility left to you. A message from the deceased…
: Does such a message exist?
: (I’ve got to think back to the Court Record!)

: i[/i]
: (There’s no way a dead person could tell the murderer’s name!)

: Well.
: It looks like this is as far as we can go with this.
: Mr. Wright. You disappoint me.
: I never thought you the type to let feelings cloud your judgment.
: My feelings…?
: If we overlook the victim’s message… one he would have written with literally his last breath,
: then everything will be lost in darkness!

: (This is it.)
: (I can’t afford any more mistakes.)

This leaves us where the right path starts.

: This “message” from the deceased…
: is already in our possession.
: Mr. Wright! Will you stop at nothing to prove my sister a murderer?

: Do not be mistaken, Ms. Skye.
: …!
: Our purpose is not to accuse Ema of any crime. There is only one thing we seek:
: the truth.

: No matter how painful it may be.

: Now then, Mr. Wright.

: This is the message left by the deceased.

: Oh, is he going to just speak the killer’s name?
: If that thing could, I’m sure it would.

: A message was left here…
: on the surface of this jar.
: What do you mean?

: It looks like someone wiped the blood away.
: …
: Yes, but notice: for some reason… the blood on some of the fragments was not wiped away.
: Yes… there is a line here… drawn in blood!
: So what you’re saying, is that these “dots”…
: were once lines!
: Prosecutor Marshall did not die instantly.
: He used the few precious moments left to him to leave behind a message!
: One that someone apparently wiped away…
: But blood must have seeped into the jar where the lines change directions.

: Precisely so! All we need to do is connect these points…
: and the victim’s message will become apparent!
: N-no…!

: Mr. Wright!
: What kind of message did the victim leave for us!?

: (I’ve got to connect these dots to make letters. There’s only one thing the victim would have written, given the circumstances:)

Now, we have to connect the dots. We can draw lines between any of the dots to any of the other dots, and can cancel them out with the B button…but only in the order they were entered. No selective line deletions.

: (That’s why all I’ve been thinking about is saving Lana.)

: So this is the final message Prosecutor Marshall left behind.

: She may not have meant it… but in the end, the one who took the victim’s life…
: was Ema Skye.

: Chief Gant…
: Do you understand the implications of what you’ve done?
: What…? What are you talking about?
: Two years ago,
: Joe Darke was sentenced to death. He was convicted because of his final murder.
: I believe you were the prosecutor in the case, were you not?
: Ack!
: Yes, Worthy. Because of you…
: an innocent man was sentenced to death.
: Not only that…
: but you used forged evidence to ensure his conviction!

: But Joe Darke really was a serial murderer!
: That’s undeniable!

: I’m afraid that’s not important.
: Didn’t you know? We aren’t defenders of justice.
: What?
: We’re merely keepers of the law. Sentencing a man to death…
: is no light matter. Even if there wasn’t any cover-up or evidence forgery…
: ultimately the responsibility falls on the prosecutor in charge.
: !
:: Despite what anyone may say,
: this fact cannot be denied.

: Unable to settle the crowd, the judge declared a recess. Where this trial is headed, no one knows…

Next time: Maybe we can salvage this.

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Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Trial (Day 4) - Part 5

: Sorry, Edgeworth. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble…
: Hmph. Don’t worry about it.
: This is my problem, not yours.
: Hope I’m not interrupting anything, pals.
: …
: …
: Oh…
: Guess I am.
: I’ll come back later.

He goes to leave.

: Oh, Detective Gumshoe! What is it?

But he comes back!

: You’ve got a lot of nerv, pal! Making a detective run all around while on duty,
: and to top it off you call me here… I’ve seen happier people at funerals!
: I take it Lana’s having you run errands again.
: Let me tell you, this is the last time, pal!

: “Evidence Law”? (Edgeworth was talking about this just the other day…)

: Rule 1: no evidence shall be shown without the approval of the Police Department!
: I-is that right, Mr. Wright!?
: It seems so.
: You could at least study some evidence law! Really!

: A message?
: She said, “If you’re planning to take HIM on,”

: (“him”… I guess I’ll need to give this book a thorough read…)

: Doesn’t look like that book’ll do you any good now though. All that’s left now is
: the Chief Prosecutor’s sentence.
: That’s where you’re wrong, Detective.
: Huh?
: Haven’t you figured it out yet? Why I’m still sitting in that prosecutor’s seat…
: despite all these allegations being thrown at me?
: Mr. Edgeworth…
: The real trial today…
: hasn’t begun yet.
: What!? What else is there left to do? Your credibility’s been all but ruined with this forged evidence you were unaware of, Ema Skye found out she unwittingly caused a man’s death… And now you’re telling me you want to do more!? You’ve gotta be kidding me, pal!
: You’re missing the point, Detective. Lana didn’t murder Detective Goodman.
: …!
: She merely stuck a knife into his dead body. That means the real killer… is still out there.
: What!?
: (And we’re going to expose him… No matter what it takes! This case has hurt too many people. It’s time to bring it to an end!)

: The court will now reconvene for the trial of Ms. Lana Skye.
: Mr. Edgeworth.
: Yes, Your Honor?
: The inquiry committee is planning to impose harsh penalties for your actions.

: Thank you for the news, Your Honor.
: Yes, well… a-hem
: Normally, this is where the prosecution calls forth a witness… but, er… a-hem cough cough This isn’t easy to say…
: You see, there is some concern that Mr. Edgeworth may have, ah…
: Struck a bargain?
: …!
: You think I may have manipulated the witnesses.
: I didn’t say that!
: It’s just, you see… Everyone has been talking, and…
: …
: Very well, Your Honor.
: I have a solution.
: A solution?
: That being the case,
: the prosecution will allow the defense to call forth all further witnesses.
: What!?
: But there’s never been a case example…
: Undeniably this is an unusual arrangement…
: but a very effective one.
: It would prove that I haven’t struck any “deals” with the witnesses.
: Hmm…
: Well, Mr. Wright? What do you say?
: … i[/i]

: Very well. The defense accepts the prosecution’s proposal.

: Then it’s settled.
: The, uh… defense… may now call forth the next witness!
: Mr. Wright.
: …!
: You do realize this is your last chance? If you call the wrong witness…
: this trial is as good as over.
: The defense calls…

: Damon Gant.
: The defense calls Damon Gant to the stand!
: D-Damon Gant…?
: What does he have to do with anything!?
: …
: As the defendant’s partner two years ago, Mr. Gant has first-hand knowledge of the crime.
: I feel we should hear what he has to say about it.
: Hmm…
: As luck would have it, he should still be in the courthouse.
: He would also be the least likely to have been manipulated by me in any way.
: Wouldn’t you agree, Your Honor?

: True…
: All right. Bailiff! Please escort Mr. Gant to the stand!

: Witness. Please state your name and occupation.
: What is this, some kind of practical joke?
: I was just on my way to lunch!
: Your name and occupation, sir.
: Worthy… Are you sure you want to do this?

: Your name and occupation!

: So…
: You want to play hardball, eh?
: P-please, Mr. Gant.
: …
: Fine.
: My name is Damon Gant. I’m the acting Chief of Police.
: Now then, Chief Gant. The court requests to hear your testimony.
: Oh, Wrighto. What’s with the grim face?
: First, let’s clear up this SL-9 Incident.

: Oh, you mean that time when Lana’s sister murdered that prosecutor?
: Personally, I think it’s been made pretty clear already.

: There are still some things unaccounted for.
: Oh? Like what?
: Like the role you played in all of this.
: … Son…
: Either you’re very brave… or very foolish.
: …
: You are aware of course that a police chief has all kinds of weapons at his disposal?
: “Weapons”…?
: Sure. Take my testimony, for example.
: I don’t have to give it if I don’t want to.
: What?
: Is that true?
: I’m afraid so…
: The Chief of Police has the right to refuse to testify.
: Of course,
: such an action carries with it certain risks…
: …
: Don’t worry.
: I’m not here to hinder your trial.
: Just remember…
: If this turns out to be a big waste of time, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

: Very well. The witness may now begin his testimony.

: Hmm…
: Is that when Darke was arrested?
: Him? He was lying on the floor unconscious.

: I see… Everything seems pretty clear-cut.
: (If the police chief has the right to refuse to testify…)
: (Then I’d better hit him hard and fast!)

: As I recall… a ceremony was held at the Police Department that day…
: Yes, that’s right. I guess you oculd say I’m a workaholic…

: That’s probably what spooked Darke, and made him run away like that.

: I don’t quite remember…
: At the very least, she wasn’t there when Darke ran for it.

: So the two of you ran immediately after him, right?
: That’s right, but Darke made it to the elevator first, so Neil and I split up.
: He went upstairs and I went downstairs.
: I guess you could say…
: he got “lucky.”
: What’s this about a power outage?
: Oh, that.
: The elevator stopped all of a sudden, and I got the shock of my life.
: Well…
: Probably not as shocked as Neil was when that knife went into his heart, though.
: (That’s not funny…)

: Could you tell us what you saw?
: It was a shocking sight…

: Darke was also lying collapsed on the floor?
: Yes, apparently he hit his head and was knocked out.

: (Lana and Ema…)
: Lana was cradling Ema in her arms. Looking back at it now…
: She must have already known what her sister had done.
: …!

: How can you know that!?
: Because of the victim’s body.
: It had already been moved.
: So that means…

: That’s right.
: I think you said earlier,

: Yes…
: …
: Anyway…

: So you’re saying…
: that the forgery had already taken place by the time you arrived at your office?
: That’s exactly what I’m saying.
: I can understand how Lana must have felt,
: but moving a body and hiding evidence are inexcusable no matter what the circumstances.
: (Is that how it really went down?)
: Staring at the witness won’t do you any good, Mr. Wright.
: !
: If you’re going to stare at anything…
: you’d be better off staring at the Court Record.
: Worthy, Worthy… Always the smooth talker.
: (But which piece of evidence ties Gant to the forgery…?)

Loop.

: (Lana did admit to forging evidence…)
: (But that can’t be the whole truth.)
: (Somehow I’ve got to link Gant to the incident!)

Next time: Can you see how?

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Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Trial (Day 4) - Part 6

: If you really had nothing to do with the forgery…

: W-what’s that!?
: And what’s that on it… a handprint?

: Chief Gant! Your explanation, please!

: …
: I don’t know.
: You tell me, son.
: Huh?
: My dear Wrighto. Don’t you know
: the second rule of evidence law?

: Rule 2: “Unregistered evidence presented must be relevant to the case in trial.”
: Tell me, how is that rag relevant to this trial?

: It appears… the defense was not prepared.
: (I guess it’s too early to use this piece of evidence.)
: Please accept my profound apologies, Chief.
: Would you mind giving the defense another chance?
: Well, okay. I’ll do it just this once. But only because you asked, Udgey.
: Thank you. I assure you the defense is terribly sorry.
: Ha ha ha…
: (Yeah. Sorry I didn’t nail you…)

Whoops. Let’s try that again.

: You claim you had nothing to do with the forgery…

: but I’m afraid that is a claim you cannot back up.

: Explain yourself.
: Several pieces of evidence were found in your office.

: That’s that Blue Badger you showed us earlier.
: A piece of this jar was discovered in your safe.
: …
: Not only that,

: was actually found inside your desk!
: It was found where!?
: You see, Chief Gant.
: These articles of evidence uncovered in your office…

: Chief Gant! What’s the meaning of this!?
: Ho!
: Here’s a defense attorney who may even rival Worthy!
: So you admit to it, then? That you were involved in the forgery?
: Who, me?
: Or do you mean…
: you?
: Me? Why would I have anything to do with that!?
: Well…
: You were the one who snuck into my office when you “found” this evidence.
: …!
: Prosecutors aren’t the only ones capable of forging evidence, you know.
: Defense attorneys can do so too.
: Isn’t that right, Wrighto?

: However! Detective Gumshoe was present during the investigation!
: Worthy, my boy. Not even detectives are exempt from the law.
: Rest assured Dick will receive his due punishment.
: Wh…
: WHAAAAT!>
: (If Detective Gumshoe’s salary drops any further, he’ll end up paying to work!)

: Yes, well. In light of the Detective’s presence…
: please give us your testimony regarding these pieces of evidence found in your office,
: and their relation to the forgery that took place at the crime scene.
: My, my…
: Kids these days no longer know how to put two and two together…

: Hmm…
: Mr. Wright.
: Yes, Your Honor?
: When investigating the crime scene…

: you should have been more careful to observe protocol.
: You do understand that I am the Chief of Police, right? There will be consequences…
: Ooh…
: Indeed, I believe I will press charges… so you won’t make the same mistake again.
: My apologies, Chief, but would you mind waiting
: until tomorrow for that?
: Today is…
: well, you know…
: All right, Udgey.
: In return, though…

: I know! I know! That place, right?
: (Huh? What are these guys, telepathic?)

: I’d appreciate it if you’d stop making these ridiculous allegations.
: Yes, you do have a point…
: You wouldn’t have the guts to do something like that…
: What!?
: I’ll have you know, back in the day I once broke into a cattle ranch, and tipped-
: M-Mr. Wright! What are you saying!?
: Anyway, you can’t prove you didn’t carry in the evidence, can you?
: If you have proof to the contrary, you’re going to need it later.
: Later? What are you talking about?
: What else?
: I’m talking about when your fingerprints are found.
: Yes. If they’re found inside my safe,
: they would prove your investigation was illegal.
: Grrr… (I’ve never faced anyone as slimy as this guy!)

: What do you mean by that?
: This is all purely hypothetical, of course…
: but suppose I did place those items in my safe. Such an act…
: wouldn’t necessarily constitute forgery.

: If concealing evidence found at a crime scene isn’t forgery…
: I’m not through speaking yet, Mr. Wright.
: It all depends on “when” the evidence was discovered.

: wasn’t discovered in the initial investigation?
: It would appear not.
: After all, it wasn’t listed in the evidence list.
: For all we know, it could have suddenly materialized the day after Darke was sentenced.

: Oh, and wouldn’t that be convenient…
: Wright.
: !
: The Chief is talking about a “possibility.” So long as you can’t rule that out… your remarks, however clever they may be,
: will only succeed in wasting time.
: (Tell me something I don’t know…)
: Come now, Mr. Wright.
: Think about it.

: How can you look me in the eye and say that!?
: Because I’m innocent.
: …!
: Remember?
: Who was it that murdered Neil?
: I’m not sure I care for the word “murder” here…
: but in the end the person responsible for Mr. Marshall’s unfortunate demise…

: …
: Well? Now do you see?

: Really, Chief Gant?
: At the very least, there is one very large benefit you’ve reaped from all this.
: Oh? I wasn’t aware.
: What is this “benefit”?
: That would of course be the position you have - Chief of Police.
: Oh…
: The resolution of the SL-9 Incident secured your promotion to Chief.
: That in itself is sufficient motive!
: …
: Ho! Ho! Ho! Oh,
: that’s a good one.

: Huh?
: Do you really think I’m that incompetent?
: What do you mean?
: Even without that case, I was already in line to become the next chief.
: The resolution of SL-9 merely sped up the inevitable a little.
: Is that true, Edgeworth?
: Yes…
: He was going to be made Chief anyway.

: Be careful when pointing that finger…
: or you might wind up being the one pointed at!
: So that means…
: there’s only one possible motivation for you to commit forgery. If you didn’t do it for yourself…
: then you did it for someone else.

: Don’t be silly, Worthy. You know me better than that. There are only three people I look out for:
: Me, Myself and I. …
: There, it’s out in the open now.
: Udgey, would you mind if I changed my testimony a little?
: By all means, please do!

: “Nothing in it” for you?
: Sorry, but the only person I care about is Yours Truly.
: That girl… Lana’s little sister, was it?

: You’re right…
: You don’t feel sorry for anyone.
: Be tough on crime and tough on people.
: That’s how I was raised.
: You seem to be lax enough on yourself, though.
: Ho! Ho! Ho!
: Oh, that’s a good one, Worthy!
: i[/i]
: (Could there have been something in it for him?)

: (Bah! I can’t think of how it would help him!)
: (That means…)

: Relax and take a deep breath, Mr. Wright.
: !
: Try to think “outside the box.”
: After all, that’s what you’re good at, isn’t it?
: Think outside the box… (I never thought I’d heart him tell me that…)

: i[/i]

And we loop.

: It appears…
: the defense has nothing more to say.
: Chief, would you please repeat your testimony from the beginning?
: …

Next time: What did Gant have to gain?

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Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Trial (Day 4) - Part 7

: True, you might not help out anyone for their sake.
: But if it would benefit you…
: you might decide to assist someone.
: …
: Mr. Wright.
: It appears you’re positively determined to portray the Chief…
: as a nice man who likes to lend a hand.
: (That’s not what I mean…)

: Very well, I’ll ask.

: Chief Prosecutor Lana Skye…
: Th-the defendant!?
: …
: I believe it’s quite obvious in light of the circumstances.

: Who would want to help her more than her own sister, Lana?
: And as for Chief Gant…
: he would also have a reason to help Lana if she asked him to.

: That reason, of course, is… self profit.
: Self profit…?
: What do you mean?
: After the SL-9 Incident was resolved…

: The person who arranged this job change…
: was you, Chief Gant.
: …
: B-but…
: how would he profit from all of this?
: He would be able to use the Chief Prosecutor as his puppet!

: Essentially…
: he would acquire unchecked authority over all investigations!
: Do you mean to tell me… that despite the Chief’s formidable appearance,
: he plays with puppets?

: Oh, wait.
: You must mean “puppet” as in someone forced to do his bidding… Never mind!

: Admit it, Chief!
: You assisted Lana Skye in forging evidence!

: Your motive: to appoint her as Chief Prosecutor so you could control her!
: Wrighto, my boy. You have quite an imagination. Let me ask you something.
: What?
: Do you have any proof of this?
: That I “controlled” Lana?
: For example, is Lana testifying that I’ve done such a thing?
: Lana… (She’s keeping quiet to protect Ema. There’s no way she’d testify against Gant!)

: I’m afraid without any proof, this all amounts to nothing more than mere conjecture.
: … Unless… that is also
: what happened in this incident…
: “This” incident…?
: Er… which one would that be?
: Of course I’m talking about…

: Worthy… You’d better watch your tongue…
: I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.
: Just what do you mean?

: What he means, Your Honor, is that Chief Gant is involved in the murder of Detective Goodman.

: Wha… wha… wha… WWWWHHHHAAAAAAAAATTTTT???

: Order! Order! Order! I SAID… ORDEEEEERRRR!!!
: Mr. Wright!
: You…
: You can’t be serious!
: Huh?
: This…
: This is an affront to the highest ranking officer in our law enforcement agency! To accuse the Chief of Police
: of blackmail… and murder???
: That’s i… i… i-i-i-i-i-i-i-
: IMPOSSIBLE!!!

: …
: Your Honor, I was merely reiterating…
: what Mr. Edgeworth said, in easier-to-understand language.

: It’s too late, Mr. Wright.
: !

: There’s no turning back for us now.
: (It looks like he’s the one who’s decided to go through with this.)

: Can you prove this, Mr. Wright?
: That the Chief, a high-ranking officer of the law, is involved in this murder!?
: … (Good question…)

: Regardless of his rank or title, Chief Gant is just a man.

: I see.
: Alright, then.
: Show us this evidence that ties Chief Gant to the murder of Detective Goodman.

: This is the ID card list…
: Yes, the one that shows who entered the evidence room on the day of the crime.
: There was one ID on the list we couldn’t determine the owner of yesterday…
: 7777777.

: It’s your number.
: !
: What!? How do you know that!?
: The safe in Chief Gant’s Office requires a code to open.
: A seven-digit code…
: Seven digits…
: You don’t mean…

: I’m afraid so, Your Honor.
: The code was “7777777”…
: The same as the remaining ID card number on that list!

: Order! Order!
: Chief Gant! What do you have to say!?
: … Nothing.
: The defense’s search of my office was in violation of regulations.
: And I will demand Mr. Wright be punished to the maximum extent of the law.

: But right now, this court demands an explanation from you…

: …

: Chief Gant!
: So you admit it? You entered the evidence room…
: on the day of the crime!?
: …
: What about it? I’m Chief of Police. Whether it’s the evidence room or the bathroom, what’s the difference? I can go anywhere I want.
: Tell me. When you entered the room…
: were you alone?
: I always go to the bathroom alone… as I do with the evidence room.

: O-of course not! Why would he be? I hadn’t seen him in days!

: You hadn’t seen him… “in days”? Chief Gant…
: I’m afraid you’ve just undone yourself.

: On that day,
: you had to have met with Detective Goodman!

: What do you mean!?
: This trial’s purpose is to determine Lana Skye’s guilt!

: No it isn’t, Your Honor.
: This trial’s purpose is to determine the truth.

: then we need to determine one thing:

: In that case, Mr. Wright! I’m going to have to ask you for evidence!

: Detective Goodman lost his ID card on the day of the crime.
: Or to be more accurate, Jake Marshall stole it.
: So Detective Goodman filled out a lost item report. He would have had to give that report… to the Chief of Police!
: Yet you are in possession of the report…
: which means you can’t be sure if he filed it.

: He filed it.
: How do I know, you ask?
: Because he needed to enter the evidence room that day.
: He needed to?
: Yes.
: To transfer the evidence out.
: Oh…
: Detective Goodman took the form to you, Chief Gant.
: Then…

: I “accompanied” him?

: There’s no other way the murderer and Detective Goodman could have entered the room!

: Hold on. Let me guess what you’re going to say next. I, the Chief of Police,
: murdered poor Goodman!
: …

: Exactly.

: But wait!
: The Chief didn’t necessarily need to accompany him to the evidence room.
: He could have just lent him his ID card.
: Yes…
: Now that you mention it, I believe I might have done something of the sort.

: Sorry,
: but that’s not possible.
: !
: According to the record, your card was only used once. But you showed us your ID card earlier.
: If you really “lent” it to Detective Goodman,

: Chief Gant!
: Y-you didn’t…!
: …
: The murder was most likely committed on the spur of the moment. No one in their right
: mind would choose the Police Department as a place to commit murder.

: Why else? To dispose of Detective Goodman’s body.

: However.

That is a period there. Keep this in mind.

: How did he manage to move it there?
: I was at the Police Department the entire day, you know.
: And everyone’s aware that Lana stayed at the Prosecutor’s Office after the ceremony.
: Everyone except me, it seems…
: Still, you’re the Chief of Police.
: You have an entire police force at your disposal.
: Oh, so you think I just ordered an officer to do it?
: “Hey you. Take this here dead body over to the Prosecutor’s Office.” I don’t think so…
: Chief Gant. You left all the evidence we need…
: to prove how you moved the body to the Prosecutor’s Office. (And all this time I thought it was just a useless clue just taking up space…)

: How could the Chief have moved the body!?
: Mr. Wright! Show us this evidence!

Next time: Can you figure it out?

[morsrattus]

Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Trial (Day 4) - Part 8

Fun fact. This is the hundredth update, and of those, 40% have been Rise From the Ashes. It is a long, long case.

: This is how he moved Detective Goodman’s body!
: What’s that?
: A screwdriver?
: But what does that have to do with this case?
: Mr. Edgeworth.
: Think back to the day of the crime.
: What is this screwdriver doing here?
: It’s here because…

: He told me he wanted me to keep it at the Prosecutor’s Office.
: In any case, on the day of the stabbings, I brought this back to the Prosecutor’s Office.

: I didn’t plan to return to the Prosecutor’s Office.
: But you did.
: Because Chief Gant asked you to.
: You mean I… I…
: The body was found in the trunk of Mr. Edgeworth’s car.

: Detective Goodman’s body…
: was carried in the trunk of Mr. Edgeworth’s car!
: Yes.
: Unless, of course, you have another explanation, Chief?
: Why else would you have asked Mr. Edgeworth to carry evidence from a closed case?
: …
: There’s only one plausible explanation: to transport the body to your accomplice…
: Ms. Lana Skye!

: Order! Order! Order!
: What’s going on here!? Is there no room for rebuttal to the defense’s outrageous accusations!?
: Think back to the photograph Ms. Starr took at the Prosecutor’s Office.

: It was exactly the opposite…
: It is a photo of the body being taken from the trunk!
: Chief Gant! Please, say something!
: I believe…
: your time’s up.
: My “time’s up”?
: Sorry, Wrighto, but I’m having lunch with the District Attorney General after this.
: We have to get going if we’re to make it in time for the early bird special.

: B-but…
: The cross-examination isn’t finished yet!
: Remember what I told you earlier? A police chief…
: has all kinds of weapons at his disposal.
: …“Weapons”…?
: Like the right to refuse to testify. I’m invoking that right now.
: What!? That is not a right to be casually invoked.
: There are certain risks to be considered!

: So you’re going to just run away after all this!?
: “Run away”?
: Don’t make me laugh, Worthy.
: !
: “I stabbed ol’ Goodman.” That’s what you’re saying, right?
: But if you had any conclusive evidence, you would have presented it by now.
: Well I…
: You think I had Lana dispose of the body? If so,
: then show your proof and get it over with!
: Hmm…
: I’ll say it again, Mr. Wright. Damon Gant is the current Chief of Police.

: This court will not tolerate any accusations against him without concrete proof.
: Well, Mr. Wright?
: Y-Your Honor?
: Do you have any concrete proof?
: Proof that Chief Gant murdered Detective Goodman and made Ms. Skeye dispose of his body?

: (I can’t let him just squirm his way out of this! I’ve got to keep the pressure on!)

: Yes, Your Honor. I do have such evidence.

: Then please hurry up and present it. Just remember, it better prove Chief Gant murdered Detective Goodman beyond a shadow of a doubt!

And there isn’t a right answer.

: So…
: Er, what exactly is this evidence?
: It’s proof. As to whether or not it’s enough to demonstrate the Chief’s guilt… I’ll let you be the judge!
: But… I am the judge.
: Oh, right… Well,
: what do you think, Your Honor?

: (I guess it wasn’t enough…)
: Please, Your Honor! Give me just a little longer to consider!

And we get sent around again.

: (It’s no use showing evidence I’m not even sure of myself…)
: No, Your Honor. At present I have no conclusive evidence.
: Hmph!
: See, Udgey?

: In that case…
: This court is forced to penalize you for your allegations against the Chief.
: What?

: I don’t gamble unless the stakes are high! It seems that
: Lady Luck was
: on my side again today.
: Okay Udgey, I’ll leave the rest to you!

He leaves.

: I warned you earlier, Mr. Wright. This…
: is an affront to a senior officer in our nation’s law enforcement agency.
: …

: “Lady Luck,” hm?
: Maybe we should have a word with her.
: Mr. Edgeworth? What do you mean!?
: There’s one “Lady” who knows the real truth behind this trial…
: We haven’t yet had the honor of hearing her testimony.
: (A lady who knows the truth… Another witness!)
: In the absence of conclusive evidence, the only other method of proof is testimony.
: But Chief Gant has invoked his right to refuse to testify!
: There’s still someone else. One more witness who can answer all the questions
: raised in this trial. Someone right in this very room!
: Mr. Edgeworth! Who is
: this person!?

: Hmph… Why are you asking me, Your Honor? Have you forgotten?
: The defense is the one calling witnesses today.

: Mr. Wright. Does such a witness exist?
: (She may not be willing to tell the truth…)
: (But we can’t just stop now!)

: The defendant…
: Ms. Lana Skye!?
: She was in the underground parking lot at 5:15 PM on February 21.

: in accordance with a certain someone’s orders!
: Hmm…
: Mr. Edgeworth…?
: The prosecution has no objections, Your Honor.

: Very well. The court will now take its final recess for the day.
: In 15 minutes, we will reconvene to hear the defendant’s testimony.
: This court is now in re-
: Hold on!
: Huh?

: Listen good, Lana!
: (He’s talking to Lana!)
: I don’t think you need me to tell you this, but if you accept Mr. Wright’s claim…
: there will be terrible consequences.
: …!
: That’s right… Your sister will be found guilty…
: for Neil Marshall’s murder!
: Ah!
: (This isn’t good!)
: Of course, you’d never support such outrageous claims anyway… right? Just something to think about…
: All right, then.
: I’ve got a lunch date to meet.

He leaves again.

: …
: Okay. If there aren’t any further objections…
: this court is now in recess!

: Looks like we managed to stay in the game.
: Yeah. Thanks to your help, Edgeworth.
: That Chief…
: He’s something else, eh pals?
: Detective Gumshoe!
: Ha ha ha.
: I’m not a “detective” anymore.
: Oh yeah. Sorry about that…
: Ah, don’t worry. I’ve already decided where to work now!
: At your office!
: My office…?
: Sure!
: I’ll take the place of that top-knotted girl you used to work with!

: Still…
: Looks like we’re all out of moves now.
: Chief Gant’s done it again.
: How is it he always gets the upper hand!?
: It’s not fair he has the right to refuse to testify!
: Hmph.
: Settle down, Wright.
: Remember what the judge said?

: There are certain risks to be considered!

: It’s simple. If the Chief refuses to testify…
: the opposite also holds true.
: You mean, he forfeits his right to say anything too!

: Ema! Are you okay?
: Yeah. When I came to, I was in the medical office.
: I’ve been listening to the trial from the gallery.
: (So she heard everything that’s been going on.) Um, Ema… I’m sorry for what I said before.
: No, don’t be. It was the truth.
: You know, it’s funny.
: I almost feel somehow… relieved.
: “Relieved”?
: Yeah…
: Now I finally know what really happened.
: To think that all this time…
: my sister was being blackmailed by that terrible man! And she did it all…
: just to protect me.
: Ever since her appointment as Chief Prosecutor, everyone who knew her…
: said she changed. Perhaps…
: it was easier that way for her.
: What do you mean?
: What do you think I mean? To follow Chief Gant’s orders.
: She must have shut herself up deep inside… to force herself to do anything and everything the Chief told her to do.
: (That must be why she became so cold…)
: It was all my fault. It’s all because I… I murdered Mr. Marshall.
: Hey. Don’t go blaming yourself, now. If you want to blame anyone, blame society, pal!
: Chief Gant may be able to fool everyone else with his “forgery,”
: but he can’t fool my memory. I remember now. I knocked Mr. Marshall into that armor.
: I… I see.
: Well, we’d better get back.
: It’s time for the final act!
: Ema, why don’t you wait h-
: No. I’m going with you.
: !
: I want to be there…
: when Lana tells the truth.
: Let’s go, Wright.
: It’s time to end this.

Next time: This is the case that never ends. Yes, it goes on and on, my friends…

[morsrattus]

Bonus update today! I’m feeling hype since we’re near the end of the game and all my footage for the rest is now recorded.

Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Trial (Day 4) - Part 9

: Now then…
: Will the defendant, Ms. Lana Skye, please take the stand?

: Ms. Lana Skye. You are the Chief Prosecutor.
: I’m sure you’re aware of what is required of you.
: But Mr. Edgeworth… you already know everything…
: You know all that I’ve done these past two years.
: …
: Please provide the court with your testimony, Ms. Skye.
: And remember… you are under oath. We want to hear the truth.
: Of course…
: The truth…
: Lana! No matter what happens, I’ll always be your sister!
: …

: Now then, your testimony, if you will.
: First, tell us about your relationship with Gant.
: (Everything hinges on your testimony. You’re the only chance we have to get Gant!)

: Hmm…
: Are you sure about this testimony?
: Your Honor. I’m confessing to a capital offense.
: Of course I’m sure.
: But Lana…!

: If this is true,
: then that means Chief Gant has nothing to do with this.
: That’s what I’ve been telling you from the beginning.
: Please, Mr. Wright. You’ve got to help her! She’s sacrificing herself because of me…
: (But what if she’s telling the truth?)
: She’s not. I know my own sister.
: Whenever she speaks stiffly like that, she’s hiding something inside.
: Deep down, she’s really screaming in agony!
: …! (Yeah… This is no time to start second-guessing myself!)

: The defense may now begin its cross-examination.

: How many years, exactly?
: Ever since I made senior detective.
: Let’s see, I was 24 then… so that would be five years.
: Detective Gant and Detective Skye were
: legendary partners. I personally saw them testify in numerous cases.
: (She must have been good, coming from the same school as Mia…)
: Damon Gant was a respectable detective. That’s why…

: But think about it, Ms. Skye! You didn’t murder
: Detective Goodman!
: You told me as much yesterday in jail!
: You still don’t get it,
: do you Mr. Wright?
: Any testimony you cannot present in court is as useless as idle gossip.
: …!
: I stabbed Detective Goodman with a knife.
: And…

: Did you do so to help your sister?
: Joe Darke was a serial killer.
: My sister almost became his last victim that day. I didn’t want that incident to ruin her life.

: But what she did was justifiable self-defense!
: She wouldn’t have been charged with anything…
: That’s not the point. She was traumatized that day, all because of that creep!
: That’s why I couldn’t forgive him.
: Lana…
: So that’s why you fabricated
: the evidence two years ago?

: You say you did this all by yourself?
: Yes.
: Would you mind telling us what you found when you arrived at the crime scene?
: …
: It seems I was the first person to discover the scene.

: What!?

: That’s only a situation you dreamed was “possible.”
: …!
: The reality is, it wasn’t my sister who took the prosecutor’s life!
: Fantasize all you want, Mr. Wright, but I’ll never change this statement!

: Something like that…
: If that is so,
: what happened to the other murder weapon?

: Oh,
: that was lying on the floor a little distance away.
: It was probably knocked away in the struggle.
: (That’s not how it went down! She’s trying to cover up her lies with more lies!)
: All just to protect me…

: So when you found the scene like this,
: what did you do? After all,
: this is what everything boils down to!

: Yes…

: And then you moved the body?

: But why!? Why would you do that…?
: You of all people should know, Edgeworth.
: You’ve always had a good head on your shoulders.
: …!

: But why did you do that!?
: Come now, Mr. Wright.
: Even you should be able to figure it out.
: …

: Very well, let’s add this to the witness’s testimony!
: The reason Ms. Skye fabricated the knife!

: According to your testimony,

: Yes, and leaving it at that might point the blame away from Darke.
: I felt the most effective way to get him convicted,

: So you…
: you buried it inside the victim’s stab wound?
: Yes.
: Because I hated Darke for what he did.
: Hmm…

Not the most informative. But if we went back and tried the other option…

: When you showed up on the scene, where exactly was the victim’s body?
: It was where you deduced it was - by Chief Gant’s desk.
: But the body was found by your desk.

: The reason for that is simple…

: Let’s have the witness explain this in more detail.
: The reason Ms. Skye moved the body!

: “Pieces of the jar…” You mean…?

: In order to show that Darke committed the crime…
: I felt it would be more expedient to move the body.
: So…
: when you first found the body, the jar was already…
: Of course. It had been shattered to pieces.

: In other words, the jar must have been broken during their struggle.

: I see.
: …
: What’s the matter, Ema?
: Apparently the jar shattered at the time the crime was committed.
: But I have a feeling there is more to it than that.
: (There must be a contradiction here somewhere!)
: Anyway, I committed this fabrication completely alone.

: So you rearranged the crime scene…
: Are you sure you didn’t do this to keep Ema from looking like the “murderer”?
: How many times do I have to tell you, Mr. Wright? Ema didn’t do it.
: Period.
: (Are you so desperate to hide that fact… you’re willing to risk the death sentence?)
: She’s lying! She did it so I wouldn’t be blamed for what happened!
: In any case…
: as a prosecutor, what I’ve done is unpardonable. There’s nothing I can do to make up for my actions.

Loop.

: Mr. Wright! My sister’s lying!
: Looks like she’s determined to protect you to the end. She insists she fabricated the evidence by herself.
: There’s no way she could have done it alone!
: (I’ve got to get Lana to talk more. If she’s lying, then she’s bound to slip up and make a contradiction!)

Can you spot it?

: Ms. Skye, I understand how you feel.
: You committed that “crime” two years ago to protect your sister.
: You mean the forgery at the scene where Neil Marshall was murdered?
: If the truth were to be exposed now,
: the past two years of your life

: will have been useless. Even so, I am compelled to bring to everyone’s attention
: a significant contradiction within your testimony!

: A contradiction… in my testimony?
: You testified, and I quote, “The pieces of the jar that shattered during the events threatened my plan.”
: That’s right…
: Do you have a problem with that?
: It’s a simple oversight, really.
: You see, a message was written on the jar with the victim’s blood.
: Yes. The prosecutor must have written it in his final moments.

: Exactly so.
: And this is where the contradiction lies.
: !
: In order for the victim to be able to write his message on the jar,
: it must not yet have been broken before he died!
: Ah…

: Order! Order!
: Your Honor. It would appear… more information is needed in regard to
: this jar, and its bloody message!
: We may be missing something critical here!
: (Something critical…?)
: Chief Prosecutor.
: It seems you’re as in the dark as we are… about the truth towards which we’re headed.
: What…?
: Just tell us exactly what you saw.
: We’ll piece together the information to arrive at the truth.

: Very well! The witness may now continue her testimony!
: …

Next time: The final battle?