Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Episode 5, Chapter 3

SilverWind (silverwind9@hotmail.com)

 

 

Rise from the Ashes

Day 2 – Trial Latter

 

                        February 23, 11:56 AM

                        District Court

                        Defendant Lobby No. 2

 

Ema:                Um... Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:           Huh? What?

Ema:                Are trials... always like

                        this with you?

Ema:                Like you're swimming up

                        from the bottom of a lake,

                        about to reach the surface...

Ema:                But no matter how hard

                        you paddle you never

                        seem to get there...

Phoenix:           Pretty much.

Phoenix:           Except today we're swimming

                        in quicksand.

Phoenix:           So what happened to your

                        sister, anyway?

Ema:                Apparently she got called

                        off to the judge's chambers.

Phoenix:           Hmm... Probably something to

                        do with that piece of cloth.

Ema:                So! This is where we turn

                        this trial around, right?

Ema:                Our only weapon, a tiny,

                        insignificant piece of cloth!

Phoenix:           I'm the one who's starting

                        to feel tiny and insignificant

                        to tell the truth.

???:                  Hola, Pardner!

Marshall:           They say you show a red

                        cloth to a bull, it'll

                        fire up its temper!

Marshall:           That's what they told me

                        when I was a young'un,

                        at least.

Ema:                Officer Marshall!

Marshall:           Thought I'd come take a look-

                        see at how the trial's going.

                        Looks like I'm late.

Marshall:           They've got the place locked

                        down tighter than a fort in

                        enemy territory!

Phoenix:           What is going on over

                        there, anyway?

Phoenix:           All the police I've seen

                        these last two days have

                        been really on edge.

Marshall:           Don't you got enough on your

                        plate without worrying about

                        other people, compadre?

Marshall:           You could be worrying about

                        the chief prosecutor's taste

                        in mufflers, for example.

Ema:                Um... Officer Marshall?

Ema:                The whole "muffler" thing

                        didn't have anything to

                        do with scarves...

Ema:                She wasn't even wearing

                        a scarf!

Marshall:           You don't say?

                        Now don't that just beat all.

Ema:                ...?

Marshall:           I've seen the red breeze

                        blow at her slender neck

                        many a time...

Marshall:           I saw it that day, too.

                        She was wearing a red muffler.

Ema:                What!?

Marshall:           At the awards ceremony that

                        afternoon. Edgeworth's seen

                        it too, I'd reckon.

Phoenix:           (What does that mean!?)

Phoenix:           (In the photograph taken at

                        the crime scene...

                        she wasn't wearing a scarf!)

Ema:                So, Ms. Starr wasn't

                        mistaken...

Marshall:           Well, it's about time.

Marshall:           Remember, pardner, sometimes

                        you gotta grab the bull by

                        the horns...

Marshall:           and sometimes you just gotta

                        let that bull go where it

                        will. Time will tell!

Phoenix:           (Ugh... I have a bad

                        feeling about this.)

Ema:                So... what are we swimming

                        in now, Mr. Wright?

Marshall:           If it's steak sauce, I can

                        hook you up with some

                        fine ribs! Ooh-wee!

 

                        February 23, 12:32 PM

                        District Court

                        Courtroom No. 9

 

Judge:               I'd... like to... resume...?

Phoenix:           (What's up? The judge keeps

                        looking over at the

                        prosecution...)

Judge:               Is something wrong,

                        Mr. Edgeworth?

Judge:               Your face is blue, your

                        lips are purple, you're

                        sweating bullets...

Judge:               That furrowed brow, those

                        grinding teeth, those watery

                        eyes...

Judge:               What's more your eyes are

                        unfocused, you're doubled

                        over, your back is bent...

Edgeworth:        It... can't... be!!

                        This... can't... happen!

Ema:                I wonder what happened

                        to Mr. Edgeworth?

Judge:               Well then, I believe it is

                        time we continued on with

                        this trial.

Judge:               During our recess I had

                        requested that the prosecution

                        conduct an investigation...

Edgeworth:        Th-this is unacceptable!

Judge:               Hmm...

                        It seems our prosecutor

                        is quite beside himself.

???:                  Ah, er, excuse me.

                        Knock knock?

Judge:               ...?

                        Who's there?

Phoenix:           (What's with this guy?)

Phoenix:           (A strange, stuffy aura seems

                        to be filling the courtroom.)

Ema:                Hey! The temperature rose 5.7

                        degrees when that man came in!

Phoenix:           (Who on earth is he...?)

Judge:               Ah, it's you...

???:                  Oh! Oh, heh heh.

???:                  Sorry I'm late, Udgey!

                        The roads were packed.

                        It's just me!

???:                  Long time no see, eh, Udgey?

                        How ya been? Swim much

                        these days!

Judge:               Ah! Hello, hello.

                        No, I've been so busy...

???:                  Busy! Busy-smizzy, Udgey,

                        my boy! You have to make

                        time to relax!

Judge:               Y-yes, indeed.

Ema:                Udgey... seems to

                        be his nickname for

                        the judge...?

Phoenix:           I'm afraid you're right.

                        Very afraid.

Phoenix:           Um... sorry, but...

                        who are you?

???:                  Ah hah! So you're Wrighto!

                        The attorney! I've heard

                        good things about you, son!

Phoenix:           Eh? Uh, th-thanks...?

???                   So sorry about our little

                        Worthy giving you all

                        that trouble, eh?

???:                  You know, we should all

                        go swimming together

                        sometime! Jolly!

Phoenix:           Little...

                        Little Worthy...?

Judge:               Mr. Wright!

Judge:               You don't know the district

                        Chief of Police!?

Phoenix:           Chuh....?

                        Chief of Police...!?

Judge:               He's the top ranking police

                        officer in the entire

                        district!

Gant:                Name's Gant, Damon Gant.

                        Pleased to meet you,

                        everyone!

Judge:               So, uh, to what do we

                        owe this honor today?

Judge:               It's been over... two years

                        since you last came to this

                        courtroom, hasn't it?

Gant:                Well, it's Worthy, here.

                        Look at the poor fellow!

Gant:                I just thought I'd help out...

                        by bringing this.

Phoenix:           Hey! Th-that's...!

Ema:                My sister's muffler!

Phoenix:           (So Ms. Starr wasn't just

                        seeing things!)

Phoenix:           (When the crime occurred,

                        Ms. Skye really was

                        wearing that muffler!)

Gant:                But to think that it was

                        stuffed into that exhaust

                        pipe...

Gant:                On little Worthy's car,

                        no less!

Gant:                It's really quite

                        embarrassing, even for us.

Judge:               Wh-what's this!?

Gant:                It's what you'd call

                        a switchblade knife.

                        Quite perplexing, this.

Edgeworth:        Objection!

Edgeworth:        Chief!

Edgeworth:        What kind of outfit are

                        you running!?

Judge:               M-Mr. Edgeworth!

Edgeworth:        How could they miss such

                        a vital piece of evidence!?

Edgeworth:        If your investigators are

                        this lax, how do you expect

                        us to do our job?

Gant:                N-now wait a minute,

                        Worthy!

Edgeworth:        I've no desire to hear your

                        excuses!

Gant:                I'm telling you to wait!

                        Or didn't you hear me?

Edgeworth:        ...!

Gant:                Have a look at this document,

                        where it says "person in

                        charge of investigation"...

Gant:                There's no mistaking that

                        signature... Miles Edgeworth?

Edgeworth:        Th-that's no fair! The day

                        of the crime, I-I had...

Gant:                Your head in the clouds

                        because you got that award!

                        I know how you feel...

Gant:                But you're the person

                        in charge.

                        I'll expect a written apology.

Edgeworth:        What? Are you serious!?

Gant:                Don't be too upset, we'll

                        find a way to clean up

                        this mess... that you made.

Edgeworth:        ...!

Ema:                This is the first time I've

                        seen Mr. Edgeworth at a loss

                        for words...

Judge:               This kind of major blunder

                        is unlike you Mr. Edgeworth.

Edgeworth:        Gah...!

Judge:               The court accepts this

                        new evidence.

Judge:               But, I'd like to ask

                        the defense a favor first.

Phoenix:           Y-yes?

Judge:               Just to be sure...

Judge:               I'd like to take a look at

                        the blade of this knife.

Phoenix:           The b-blade, Your Honor?

                        Well, I don't see why not...

Judge:               Could you open it up for

                        me, I wonder?

Phoenix:           Yes, well. I think all you

                        have to do is push that

                        switch, and...

Judge:               If I cut my finger Mr. Wright,

                        I wouldn't be able to pound

                        my gavel anymore.

Phoenix:           (Yeah. But if I cut my finger,

                        I wouldn't be able to point

                        it at people anymore...)

Ema:                Come on! Just hurry up and

                        open it!

 

                        >Examine: Switchblade Knife

                        >Examine: Switch

 

Ema:                Waaah!

                        D-don't scare me like that!

Phoenix:           I'm the one who's scared!

Ema:                Look at this knife blade...

                        the tip is broken off.

Phoenix:           (And this dark red stain...

                        blood?)

 

                        Switchblade Knife added

                        to the Court Record.

 

Edgeworth:        This does not excuse the

                        actions of the Police

                        Department!

Edgeworth:        I would like to hear

                        an explanation from the

                        Chief of Police himself!

Judge:               I'm terribly sorry, but

                        could I ask you to testify

                        for us?

Judge:               About the split between the

                        prosecutors and the police...

                        and this knife.

Gant:                Sure! Sure thing.

                        Not a problem, not even

                        a little one! Really!

 

                        Witness Testimony

                        -- Department in Disorder --

 

Gant:                This knife is special...

                        but I can't say how here.

Gant:                Unless there's evidence to

                        prove a connection between

                        this knife and Goodman...

Gant:                That was a bad day for the

                        Department. We weren't in any

                        shape to do an investigation.

Gant:                A detective was killed

                        at the Police Department,

                        see... what a mess!

Gant:                The time of the crime? 5:15.

                        Scary coincidence, eh?

Gant:                It's not officially linked

                        to this here case, so I can't

                        talk much about it.

 

Judge:               There... There was a murder at

                        the Police Department!?

                        A detective!?

Gant:                That's hush-hush information,

                        Udgey! We haven't exactly

                        announced it yet.

Edgeworth:        Objection!

Edgeworth:        W-wait a second!

                        You said "5:15"...

Edgeworth:        That's the exact time that

                        Detective Goodman was killed

                        at the Prosecutor's Office!

Judge:               Order! Order! Order!

Gant:                Anyway, we at the Department

                        were all a-flustered, as

                        you might well assume.

Gant:                We're in the middle of a top-

                        top-secret investigation.

                        Don't tell anyone, okay?

Judge:               I think we understand the

                        Police Department's

                        situation...

Judge:               Well, Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:           (Two detectives killed at the

                        same time in two different

                        places...)

Ema:                The chances of that are

                        really slim. Scientifically

                        speaking, of course.

Phoenix:           I'd... like to exercise

                        my right to cross-examine the

                        witness.

Judge:               Very well... however!

Judge:               Keep your questions focused

                        on the case at hand!

 

                        Witness Testimony

                        -- Department in Disorder --

 

Gant:                This knife is special...

                        but I can't say how here.

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           Excuse me... "special"?

Gant:                Mmhmm. Hard to come by

                        this particular knife

                        anywhere else.

Phoenix:           Um...

                        Might that special thing...

                        be this little tag?

Gant:                Oh! Sorry, Wrighto!

                        But I can't say that now.

                        Not that!

Edgeworth:        We've established that the

                        knife in Goodman's chest...

                        was this knife.

Edgeworth:        Now why was there another

                        knife at the scene of the

                        crime?

Judge:               That's quite a mystery!

Gant:                And like a mystery, it's

                        wrapped in something...

                        a muffler!

 

Gant:                Unless there's evidence to

                        prove a connection between

                        this knife and Goodman...

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           This knife was found on

                        the scene of our crime!

Phoenix:           I think that makes it

                        connected to the case,

                        don't you!?

Gant:                See, there's a lot of things

                        that go on at the Department

                        I can't explain...

Gant:                It's... delicate, okay?

                        Sorry, Wrighto!

Ema:                Maybe there's something about

                        the knife that will give us

                        a clue!

Ema:                Let's examine that knife

                        while we can, Wrighto!

Phoenix:           (Hmmm... evidence that links

                        this knife to Detective

                        Goodman...)

Phoenix:           (I think perhaps the pieces

                        are falling into place...)

Phoenix:           (I should try presenting the

                        piece of evidence that's had

                        me stumped all this time!)

Edgeworth:        So, how were things down at

                        the Department...?

 

Gant:                That was a bad day for the

                        Department. We weren't in any

                        shape to do an investigation.

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           Something didn't happen

                        at the Police Department

                        too, did it...?

Gant:                You got a good look in your

                        eyes, there, Wrighto my boy.

                        Sharp! Hungry!

Edgeworth:        Chief... did something happen?

                        And why haven't I heard?

Gant:                Why haven't you heard?

                        Or why didn't you ask?

Edgeworth:        ...!

Gant:                No matter, I understand.

                        You were busy, what with

                        Lana's case and all.

Phoenix:           Well, what happened!?

                        What happened at the

                        Police Department that day?

 

Gant:                A detective was killed

                        at the Police Department,

                        see... what a mess!

 

                        >Press

 

Phoenix:           On the same day that a

                        detective was killed in the

                        Prosecutor's parking lot...

Phoenix:           Another detective...

                        was killed at the Police

                        Department!?

Gant:                That's a fact. Surprising,

                        isn't it, Udgey?

Judge:               I'm at a loss for words.

Edgeworth:        And the perpetrator?

                        Do you have a suspect?

Gant:                Well, there was a suspect.

                        Just arrested 'em, in fact.

Phoenix:           (Just arrested! That was

                        quick...)

Gant:                But... there's still a lot

                        of unanswered questions.

                        Maybe you could help, Wright!

Phoenix:           I suppose I could help...

                        if you help me by giving

                        me data on your case?

Gant:                Oooh, good one!

                        This kid's sharp!

Gant:                Okay, here's the deal.

                        I'll tell you one thing

                        and one thing only...

 

[E5-03-01]

                        A>Where the victim was found

                        B>How the victim was killed

                        C>When the victim died

 

[E5-03-01-A]

Answer: Where the victim was found

 

Phoenix:           So, tell me...

                        where was the victim found?

Gant:                ...

Gant:                Well, I can't speak on where

                        the corpse was found.

Gant:                But I can say the crime took

                        place in the evidence room at

                        the Police Department.

Phoenix:           (The evidence room!?)

Gant:                You wouldn't know about

                        the evidence room, would you,

                        Wrighto?

Phoenix:           I can't say I've heard of it.

Phoenix:           (I guess I should ask again

                        once I learn a bit more about

                        this "evidence room.")

Gant:                There's something stranger

                        about this than the place

                        where the body was found!

 

[E5-03-01-B]

Answer: How the victim was killed

 

Phoenix:           Well, how was the detective

                        killed?

Gant:                How was he killed?

                        Now that's the interesting

                        part!

Gant:                It was what we in the force

                        call a "stabbing."

                        With a knife!

Phoenix:           A kn-knife...?

Edgeworth:     &n