Case 2- Turnabout Sisters
Investigation - Part 2
When we left off…
: I was taken in for questioning and didn’t get out until the next morning. My eyes were heavy… but I couldn’t sleep. I sat around, waiting for visiting hours to begin at the detention center. I had to talk to Maya as soon as possible.
: (Wow, they have poor Maya locked up like a criminal.)
: It’s you! The lawyer…
: Good morning! (She looks so tired…)
: Um… Are you going to be my attorney?
: (Maybe if I joke a bit she’ll cheer up…) Hah hah! No way, Jose! Just kidding…
: … …
: …
: (Eh heh. Whoops. That didn’t go so well.)
: …Heh…
: Huh? M-Maya…? Was that a… chuckle?
: What? N-no! …
: It wasn’t very believable, was it?
: (Not really…)
: (Who’s trying to cheer up who here!?)
: … I knew it. No one will believe me.
: What?
: (First things first, I better get her cheered up…) Yeah, of course I will! Cheer up!
: R-really…?
: (Whoa! Did I say the wrong thing? She looks sadder now!) Um… what… what’s wrong? You don’t think I can do it?
: … No… no one could! Who would believe me?
: (I’d better give it to her straight…) It’s up to you.
: Up… to me?
: Yes. I don’t think this is something I should decide. After all, you’re the one in trouble here.
: … They’re never going to believe me… are they?
And we converge.
: Even you–when you found me in the office. You looked at me like I had done it!
: No, no! I never thought…
: I-it’s okay. I understand.
: …
: Heard? Heard what about me?
: I… was talking to my sister on the phone the other day…
: Wow! Really? How’d that go?
: “It was quite the scene! Honestly, I was on edge the whole time. It’s been a while…”
: Hah! So, he crashed and burned?
: “…He’s a genius. One of those ‘strike fear into the hearts of evil’ types…”
: “The only thing he’s lacking is… experience.”
: Huh, sounds like it was fun! Well, I know who to go to if I ever get into trouble now!
: “I don’t know, Maya. I think you might want to wait… give him three more years.”
: “That is, unless you want to be found guilty.”
: …
: I-I’m sorry!
: I didn’t mean to trouble you…
: No, it’s okay. It’s true, I guess. But… at the same time, I can’t just sit and watch! When I think of the person who did this to Mia…
: …
: I know…
Now we can ask Maya some questions.
: There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you…
: Yes?
: What’s with that outfit?
: Oh, this? This is what all acolytes wear. It’s my uniform, you could say.
: A-acolytes? Like people in religious training? What is it you do?
: Oh! It’s noting strange, really!
: I’m a spirit medium. …In training.
: A s-spirit medium!? (I’m pretty sure that qualifies as strange.)
: Could you tell me about the day of the murder?
: Yes!
: She wanted me to hold onto a piece of evidence for an upcoming trial.
: Evidence?
: Yes. That clock shaped like “The Thinker.”
: (The one Larry made…) How could that have been evidence in a case?
: Um, right, she said something about that…
: Do you want to hear it in her own voice?
: H-her own voice!?
: Yes. I’m pretty sure our conversation is on my cell phone.
: You recorded it!
: Yeah! I forgot how to delete those things.
: So, you say you have a conversation with your sister on your cell phone? Let’s hear it!
: Right!
: Oh!
: I just remembered: that detective took my cell phone. Sorry.
: Oh, right. (Of course…) Next time I see Detective Gumshoe I’ll ask him for it.
: I’ll write you a note so you don’t forget, okay?
: Sure, thanks.
Yes, again. It has new info now!
: Could you tell me about the day of the murder? Sorry… I know it must be hard.
: No, it’s okay. All I’ve been doing the last few hours is talking about it. I’ve kind of gotten used to it…
: Let’s see… that morning, I got a call from my sister. She wanted me to hold on to a piece of evidence for an upcoming trial.
: (That’s “The Thinker” clock that Larry made. It practically qualifies as a serial murderer by now.) So then, when did you arrive at the office?
: It was right around 9:00.
: Thanks, Maya. That’s all I need to hear for now.
And this is when I remember we got some new profiles!
Back to the investigation.
: So you’re an acolyte. A, er, medium-in-training.
: That’s right. The Fey family, especially the women, have always been very sensitive to the spirit world.
: Wait a second, you said the “Fey Family”? So, Mia was into this stuff too?
: Of course! She left the mountain to “follow her career,” she said.
: Her powers were first-class, too!
: (I… I had no idea.) Hmm… Wait…!
: What?
: So, you’re a real, honest-to-goodness spirit medium? With E.S.P. and all that?
: Yes. …In training.
: Well, can’t you contact Mia’s spirit, then? We can just ask her who killed her!
: …!
: I-I’m sorry…
: I’m still in training. I couldn’t do something on that level…
: (Hmm… I thought that would be too easy.)
: …
: Um…!
: Huh? Something the matter?
: Um… I was wondering, could I ask you a favor?
: …?
: My sister gave me this a long time ago.
: She said if I was ever in trouble, I should call him.
: And, well, I’m in trouble.
: Do you think you could go ask him to represent me?
: Sure, why not? I’ll go ask.
: Thank you so much!
: I have no one else to turn to…
: I’m sorry… I think this is the kind of thing you should really do yourself.
: …You’re right. …
: Something wrong?
: Actually, I asked the police to contact him, and they tried calling a few times.
: Nobody could get a hold of him!
: They couldn’t find him?
: I have no one left to ask!
And we converge.
: …? Say, what about your parents…?
: … … …
: O-okay! Don’t worry, I’ll go ask him for you.
: Y-you will? Thank you so much!
: I’m just worried what will happen if I can’t find him.
: They told me that if I don’t find one, the state will pick an attorney to defend me.
: When will that happen?
: They’re giving me until 4:00 this afternoon.
: (And visiting hours are almost up… I’d better hurry!) Right, I’ll be back!
But first, let’s look around.
: Smile for the camera…
: This guard monitors the visitor’s room. He hasn’t moved an inch. A real pro, this guy.
So, off to the scene of the crime.
: (The office is filled with police officers. They’re all busily searching clues…)
: Umm… Sorry, don’t I know you from somewhere?
: Wait, you’re that Butz guy, aren’t you!
: No, no, Phoenix Wright. (How could anyone mistake me for Larry!?)
: That Butz guy, he was a killer! And you’re no killer! Right?
: (He WAS proven innocent…)
: Um… Suedeshoes, wasn’t it?
: My name’s Dick Gumshoe… W-wait!
: That’s Detective Gumshoe to you, pal!
: Um… Gumtree, was it? Detective Gumtree?
: G-Gumtree…?
: And I’m the one in charge here so don’t push your luck!
: (Whatever you say, Detective…)
: Um… Gumshoe, wasn’t it? Dick Gumshoe?
: Right! At your service.
: Hang on! That’s Detective Gumshoe to you, pal!
And we meet back up here.
: Anyway, get the name right. And don’t go calling me “Dick”…
: Umm… ahem!
: You’re her lawyer, right, pal? If you got business here, you’d better do it quick!
: (Whew! He thinks I’m Maya’s lawyer…!)
Let’s take a look around.
: The sky is blue, and so am I… There’s that hotel, right across the way.
: Mia’s favorite potted plant. I remember it had this bizarre name no one could ever remember.
: “Codyline stricta,” pal!
: (Who was that!?)
: An old movie poster. Apparently, this was the first movie that made Mia cry when she saw it. I’ll have to check it out one of these days.
: Mia’s desk. Perfectly clean, as always. The only thing it’s missing is… Mia.
: There’s a horrendous amount of legal books here. Scarier still is that Mia probably read all of these.
Now, we chat with Gumshoe.
: About Ms. Fey… did you do an autopsy?
: Hmm? You want to know the results, eh?
: …
: It’s no use! She might have been your boss, but that doesn’t mean you get any special treatment.
: Alright, alright. You can see the report, but that’s all!
: Um, about Maya…
: Yeah! I’m looking forward to the trial!
: Sorry, pal, but this is one trial you aren’t going to win!
: W-why do you say that?
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: I’m sure you know what that means, you being a lawyer and all.
: Prosecutor Edgeworth…
: That’s right, pal! Mr. Miles Edgeworth himself!
: I know him. He’s a feared prosecutor. He doesn’t feel pain, he doesn’t feel remorse. He won’t stop until he gets his “guilty” verdict.
: Aww, don’t talk about him that way. You make him barely sound human!
: Still, I’m afraid this pretty much decides the case.
: (So, Edgeworth is on this one… He hasn’t lost a case since he became prosecutor at the incredibly young age of 20.)
: Never heard of him.
: Whoa! And you call yourself a lawyer, pal!? About four years ago, this Edgeworth guy became a prosecutor at the age of 20! Everyone says he’s a genius. Surprised you don’t know him!
: (Of course I know him… I was just playing dumb. He’s a cold, heartless machine who’ll do anything to get a “guilty” verdict!)
And convergence.
: (There are rumors of back-alley deals and forged evidence… All I know for sure is that Edgeworth hates crime with an almost abnormal passion. I never imagined I’d be facing him so soon…)
Time to present some evidence. First, the badge.
: Hmm? What’s that?
: Sorry, pal, but I got no info for the likes of you!
Then, the statue.
: That statue? That’s the murder weapon.
: (Huh? He thinks the clock is just a statue, too… I’m starting to wish I’d never seen this thing.)
The glass…
: Hmm? Oh, that?
: The glass shards were pieces of the broken stand.
The note…
: Yeah. The one with the killer’s name written on it!
: Are you sure that Mia wrote it herself?
: Given the condition of the writing, it’s hard to say if it’s her handwriting or not.
: (So there’s no proof that Mia wrote it.)
The autopsy report…
: Don’t mention it, pal. When it comes to dealing with lawyers, “fight fair and square,” is our motto!
: (I don’t know how I feel, seeing everything written up like this… It makes Mia’s death seem so… routine.)
And, at last, Maya’s note.
: I was wondering… did you see Maya Fey’s cell phone?
: Do you think you could give it back?
: Sure! I mean, wait a second, pal! Tricky lawyer!
: (Hmm… if I tell him why I want it there’s no way he’ll give it to me!)
: Something the matter?
: Oh, no, it’s just… You know, Detective!
: Nope. I know nothing, pal!
: That cell phone has a lot of numbers on it… like her boyfriend’s… A cell phone holds all a little girl’s sweetest and spiciest secrets!
: Urk? Y-you’re trying to confuse me! Sorry, pal, I already checked all the numbers in memory!
: Impressive! You’re quite the detective.
: Uh huh. Oh, here, you can have the phone back. There weren’t any suspicious call records in there, after all.
: (Okay, I can’t be straight with this guy… but what should I tell him?)
: Something the matter?
: Oh, no, um… T-that carrying strap on the cell phone…
: This? Hmm… it says “The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo”…
: “The Steel Samurai”… that action hero on TV?
: Yeah, you see that strap is a collector’s item… She… was worried it might get lost if it went down to the precinct.
: That what she said?
: Um. Yes.
: …
: Okay, pal. I wrote down all the numbers she called anyway. Here you go.
Convergence.
: (Seems he didn’t notice the recorded conversation… I guess I’ve asked all the questions I need to.)
: You all done, pal?
: Um, yes, thank you. I’ll be heading out now.
: Oh, wait. One more thing I wanted to mention to you. I don’t suppose you’re planning on talking to that witness. Anyway, you’d better not!
: No influencing the witness with your lawyerly ways, pal!
: …
: The… witness?
: Yeah, Miss April May.
: I’m sorry 'bout this… But I can’t tell you anything about her!
: (Well, you just told me her name. Miss May, huh?) So you’ve sent her home already, then?
: Ahah! You’re trying your lawyerly tricks on me now! She’s not to go outside her room until the trial!
: (So… she’s still in the hotel across the way.) I guess I should know better than to try to get a detective to leak information.
: You got that right, pal!
: (Time to pay a visit to Miss May!)
Next time: Miss April May