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.






























: 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?
: 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.
: I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you all to leave.
: Now get out!



: I see. So the Chief asked Ema to come in for questioning…
: But I’ve already told you all I can…
: Really? I believe I did mention something quite important. Something I told you right at the beginning.
: What an intriguing notion. A certain, “individual,” you say?




: His “




















:
: Something’s been happening behind the scenes…



: 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.
: on the defendant. Five minutes after the trial starts… Lana will be found guilty.
: I figured you’d say as much.
: Don’t be stupid! Today’s the last day of the trial.



: Court is now in session for the trial of Ms. Lana Skye.
: The defense is ready, Your Honor.
: The prosecution is ready, Your Honor.
: but before that, the police chief has a proposal to make.
:
: 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.
: 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.
: Having heard what she intends to say, I feel she should be granted her request.
: What’s this all about, defendant?
: I’d just like to make one simple request, and I’ll be finished.
: Your Honor, I’d like you to put an immediate end to this trial.




: Your Honor. The defendant’s claim does not change the defense’s plea!
: I no longer require your services.
: Well, the defendant certainly has the right to self representation…
: 



: 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.

: Um… M-my name is Ema. Ema Skye.
: My occupation? I’m Lana’s little sister, and I want to be a scientific investigator!
: Yes.












: Two years ago, the defendant was a detective at the Police Department, correct?
: My sister…
: She was the best detective ever!

: A “man”…?
: Him.

















: Hey! That’s it! That’s the picture I drew!
: only half of the evidence in that case ever reached you.







: Huh?















: But Mr. Wright, look at the evidence!

































: But you can’t do this!














: Mr. Wright…!





















: What… What are you saying?


: That’s impossible!







: N-no…!









: I believe you were the prosecutor in the case, were you not?









: Hmph. Don’t worry about it.
: Hope I’m not interrupting anything, pals.
: Oh…
: I’ll come back later.
: 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-is that right, Mr. Wright!?



: the Chief Prosecutor’s sentence.
: Huh?
: despite all these allegations being thrown at me?








































































: … Nothing.


























: I’m not a “detective” anymore.








: Lana! No matter what happens, I’ll always be your sister!





: She’s not. I know my own sister.
: Whenever she speaks stiffly like that, she’s hiding something inside.








: Oh,




























































































: you acted like she really didn’t…












: Heh heh heh!




















: Please, you’ve got to help me!














: You’ve done well, Mr. Edgeworth.








: Oh, Ema… Ema!


: Right. Well…












: My partner’s keeping an eye on the entrance for me today.
: I’ll show them, though! Someday I’m going to make detective!




: The top layer tastes as bitter as defeat, btu the bottom layer’s as sweet as victory. Kids seem to dig the turnabout theme. It’s a hot seller around exam time!
: Just make sure not to eat it backwards!

: Still, sometimes I do miss hearing Nick and his “objections”…
: Still, I can’t go back until
: I’m a full-fledged spirit medium!
: Coming!!!

: I brought you your tea… …



