Case 2- Turnabout Sisters
Court - Part 2
Time to find the contradiction.
: Detective Gumshoe! There’s one thing I want you to clarify for me here.
: That she was accusing the defendant, Maya Fey? That’s really what you’re saying?
: Wh-what? This isn’t one of those lawyer tricks, now, is it?
: Of course she wrote it! Who else could have?
: B-backwards?
: The victim is the only person who absolutely could NOT have written it!
: “Immediate death due to a blow from a blunt object.”
: She died immediately!
: But…!
: No “but”-ing your way out of this one, Detective!
: Order! Order! The defense has a point. Someone who died immediately wouldn’t have the time to write anything down.
: Mr. Wright. I beg your pardon, but when exactly did you obtain that autopsy report?
: I… I’m pretty sure it was the day of the murder.
: You’re wrong there, pal! We didn’t write an autopsy report 'til the day after!
: Oh. Right.
: I’m… sorry, I forgot.
: Hah! Forgot, you say?
: It was the day after the murder, Your Honor Sir. I was the one who handed it to him myself! Personally!
: Oh. R-right.
: It was the day after the murder…
Convergence.
: The prosecution’s point being…?
: Wh-what!?
: “Death was almost immediate due to a blow from a blunt object… But there is a possibility the victim lived for several minutes after the blow.”
: I received these results this morning.
: Your Honor! It’s quite easy to imagine that the victim did have time to write “Maya”!
: I see!
: (Damn you, Edgeworth!)
: (I should have known you’d have something up your sleeve!)
: Why, Mr. Wright, you look shocked!
: Mr. Edgeworth… I’ve heard there’s nothing you won’t do to get your verdict…
: Mr. Wright! The defense will refrain from personal attacks on the prosecution!
: No matter, Your Honor…
: Mr. Wright. Say what you will, the evidence in this report is undeniable.
: Detective Gumshoe! You’re a sham!
: How could you give me a faulty report!?
: Huh? I-I thought…
: Detective Gumshoe.
: Urp!
: I’m disappointed in you, handing him the wrong report like that.
: Eh…? I… I’m sorry, sir.
: You are at fault, Detective.
: This isn’t going to look good on your evaluation next month.
: W-what? B-but… sigh
: Detective Gumshoe. Are you calling me a fool because I believed your report?
: Huh? Me? I-I’m not… huh?
: Detective Gumshoe.
: Urp!
: I’m disappointed in you, handing him the wrong report like that.
: Eh…? I… I’m sorry, sir.
: You are at fault, Detective.
: This isn’t going to look good on your evaluation next month.
: W-what? B-but… sigh
Convergence.
: Your Honor, I submit this report to the court.
: U-understood. The court accepts this evidence.
: Well, Your Honor? The evidence strongly suggests the victim was identifying the killer.
: I suppose that’s the obvious conclusion, yes.
: (Darn! This isn’t good!)
: The prosecution would like to call its next witness.
: This poor, innocent girl saw the murder with her own eyes!
: Let the witness Miss April May take the stand.
: (Exactly what part of her is “innocent”…?)
: Witness, your name, please.
: Order! An introduction should not require any reaction from the crowd!
Whoops. Wanton, I think, is the word you wanted there.
: (This is not good… She’s already captured the heart of every man in the court!)
: Tell us, where were you on the night of September 5, when the murder occurred?
: Um… gee… I was, like, in my hotel room? Tee hee.
: I checked in right after lunch.
: And this hotel is directly across from the Fey & Co. Law Offices?
: Mmm… that’s right, big boy.
: Please testify to the court about what you saw.
: Hmm…
: Well, Your Honor?
: I see. It is a remarkably solid testimony.
: I don’t see a need to trouble the witness any…
: W-wait, Your Honor!
: Yes, Mr. Wright?
: What about my cross-examination!?
: I thought the witness’s testimony just now was quite… firm. Didn’t you?
: Mr. Wright… I understand you were Ms. Mia Fey’s understudy, were you not? You must know her techniques well.
: Her cowardly way of finding tiny faults in perfectly good testimonies…
: H-hey! How dare you!
: No… you’re right. I guess there wouldn’t be much point.
: Heh heh heh. I’m glad you saw the error of your ways so soon! Your Honor.
: (Wh-what? That’s it!?)
: Very well.
: W-wait! Hold on!
: Yes, Mr. Wright? Changed your mind? Will you cross-examine the witness?
: Yes yes yes! (I’d better, or I’ll lose on the spot!)
: I’ll gladly proceeed with the cross-examination. (If only because I have a feeling Edgeworth doesn’t want me to!)
: (She has to have some weakness!)
Convergence.
: Very well, you may begin your cross-examination!
: Why did you do that?
: Huh? “Why”? Like, why what?
: Why did you look out the window? Were you expecting to see something?
: Oh, well, um… gee!
: (What? That’s it? She can’t get out of this question that easily!)
: I sort of, y’know.
: I had a feeling!
: (Well, I have a feeling she’s trying to avoid the question!)
There’s nothing of interest from backing down on this one.
: (Let’s see how far I can run with this…)
: Surely, you must have had a reason to look out yout window at that time of night!
: I… oooh!
: Mr. Wright! I will not have you badgering my witness!
: B-badgering?
: You insist on needling her with these trivial questions.
: I really don’t think it should be allowed.
: Order!
: Mr. Wright, you have been warned.
: (Poor girl!? What about poor me!?)
We do not, however, lose any of our exclamation marks.
: You looked out the window. What did you see next?
: The woman with long hair… that was Mia Fey?
: Um-hmm! Slender, sort of, well, some people might say pretty, if that’s your thing.
: (Your… thing?)
: And the person attacking her?
: How do you know she was the defendant?
: Huh? Well… y’know! S-she had a girlish physique. Women know these things.
: Look… I-I just know, okay?
: There was only one person at the scene of the crime with a short, girlish figure.
: The testimony is bulletproof, Your Honor.
While this smells, we’ll go with it for this second.
: (Her testimony certainly does make sense… And everyone in the court keeps siding with her.)
: (I’d better not press too hard on this one.)
: So then, tell us what happened to the victim.
: She “dodged”? Dodged what!?
: Well… the attack!
: Please, continue your testimony.
: How did you know it was my client!?
: Huh? Well, I… gee!
: First of all, she had a girl’s physique! And, and secondly, she was… she was small!
: Who else could it be but her!
Again, just for now, we’ll accept this.
: (Her testimony certainly does make sense… And everyone in the court keeps siding with her. I’d better not press too hard on this one.)
: (Maybe I should just listen to the testimony again.)
Loop.
: (Hmm… that’s it? Nothing really jumps out as a contradiction…)
: (There’s go to be something in there somewhere!)
: (Maybe I’d better just press her on the facts a bit!)
So, back to what we passed up…
This entire girlish physique thing is nonsense.
: Hold on a minute! That testimony stinks!
: W-What!?
: Did you really see the defendant at all!?
: Are you telling the truth? Did you really see the defendant!?
Convergence.
: Urp!
: Mr. Wright! What’s the meaning of this?
: Yes, what is the meaning! Somebody tell me because I’m clueless! About this, I mean!
: Okay… If you had really witnessed my client, Maya Fey…
: You would have noticed her clothes before noticing her physique!
: …!
: And I’m no expert on fashion, but her hairdo looks far from normal to me!
: However, the witness’s testimony mentions neither of these things!
: The testimony is bogus!
: But… but!
: Still, we don’t know if she was dressed that way the night of the murder…
: She was, Your Honor!
: And so did Detective Gumshoe!
: What do you say to that, Miss May?
: Rowr! What are you trying to say, you mean lawyer!
: I-I saw what I saw.
: I… just didn’t think all the trifling little details were necessary, darling.
: Miss May. The court would like to remind you to please omit nothing in your testimony.
: Your testimony again, if you would.
: (Damn, I almost had her!)
: I… see.
: I only wish you had been so detailed from the beginning. Please begin the cross-examination.
: So, you saw me then, too?
: Of course! I’d remember that spiky hair anywhere!
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: The witness will refrain from personal attacks on the defense attorney.
: Very well… continue.
: Is that “right” as in your right, as you looked from the hotel?
: Um…which hand do I hold my knife in again…?
: Right! It was my right hand! Right?
: Satisfied, Mr. Wright? Please continue.
: How convenient for you to remember her “hippie” clothes!
: That’s what you–I mean, that’s what she was wearing!
: Oh, and her hair was all done up like a bun!
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: What happened then?
: Where did this weapon come from?
: She picked it up from the desk!
: I see. What sort of weapon was it?
: A… clock?
: (Didn’t this come up in another testimony recently…?)
: W-well? Don’t look so sour, Mr. Lawyer. You can’t win them all.
: (No… but I have a feeling I’m on to something now!)
Loop.
: (Her previous testimony must have been what Edgeworth wanted her to say… So this was the testimony in her own words…?)
: (Time to press and squeeze the truth out of her! Figuratively, of course.)
Next time: Contradiction! Can you spot it?