Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Episode 5, Chapter 7
Pazu (lon_lsama@hotmail.com)
Rise from the Ashes
Day 3 - Investigation
February 24, 3:12 PM
Wright & Co. Law Offices
Ema: I'm so sorry, Mr. Wright.
Ema: I'm sorry for what my sister
said...
Lana: Drastic crimes require
drastic measures...
Lana: That's just the way it is.
Lana: We did what we had to...
in order for him to get the
verdict he deserved.
Ema: I... didn't know.
Ema: I never knew that the
"SL-9 Incident" was just
another name for...
Ema: the "Joe Darke Killings."
Phoenix: (Sounds like everyone's heard
about these killings but
me...)
Ema: Lana wanted Darke convicted so
badly!
Ema: That's why she used me...
That's why she used what
happened to me.
Phoenix: What do you mean, "what
happened" to you?
Ema: It's all there in the file...
Ema: Joe Darke's last victim was
Prosecutor Neil Marshall.
Ema: When he murdered Officer
Marshall's brother,
Ema: he left behind an
incriminating piece of
evidence.
Phoenix: But what did you have to do
with those killings, Ema?
Ema: On the night Prosecutor Neil
Marshall was murdered, Joe
Darke... tried to kill me.
Phoenix: What? He tried to kill you!?
Ema: Officer Marshall's brother...
Neil... was only trying to
save me.
Phoenix: So that means you...
Ema: Yes.
Ema: I was a witness in the Joe
Darke trial.
Phoenix: (I didn't see that one
coming!)
>Examine: Desk
Phoenix: Mia's desk.
Phoenix: I sit here even less now
that I've stopped taking
cases.
Ema: Uh oh! I have a math test
coming up next week!
I'd better study!
Ema: I'm borrowing this desk, okay?
Ema: 1 + 1 = 2
1 + 2 = 3
1 + 3 = 4
Phoenix: (If that's what they're
teaching in high school math,
we're in serious trouble.)
>Examine: Bookshelf
Phoenix: Difficult-looking legal books
stand in a formidable row.
They mock me.
Ema: Oh, I tried studying one of
those just now.
Ema: Remember what they were
talking about in the
trial yesterday...?
Phoenix: Oh, right, evidence law.
So, did you learn anything?
Ema: Well, when I tried reading
it made my head hurt.
Phoenix: Oh...
Ema: Then, when I closed it, it
slipped out of my hand and
fell on my foot.
Phoenix: (Oddly enough I find myself
identifying with her on this
one...)
>Present: Goodman's ID /
Lost Item Report
Ema: Mr. Goodman didn't have this
on the day of the crime,
right?
Phoenix: Right. A few days before he
was murdered,
Phoenix: he had filed a lost item
report.
Phoenix: (Although "stolen item" is
more like it...)
Phoenix: (Swiped by that lone wolf who
dressed up like him.)
Ema: I never would have thought
Officer Marshall the type to
do something like that.
Phoenix: It didn't come as much of a
surprise to me...
>Present: Edgeworth's Knife
Ema: So... Mr. Edgeworth's knife
was the murder weapon?
Phoenix: Right... or so the witness,
Ms. Starr, claims.
Phoenix: She saw your sister stab
Mr. Goodman with this knife.
Ema: Ugh...
You know, all of this is
that Angel Starr's fault!
Phoenix: She's not the one on trial
here.
Ema: Well, no, but she must have
seen it wrong!
Phoenix: Her eyesight isn't on trial
here, either.
>Present: Lana's Cell Phone
Phoenix: According to Ms. Starr's
testimony...
Phoenix: Ms. Skye used her phone right
after the murder... she called
you, right?
Ema: B-but...!
She hung up right away.
Ema: And it was a bad connection.
I couldn't hear anything.
Phoenix: (It was an underground parking
lot, I suppose...)
Ema: She did say something about
a "muffler"...
Ema: But like I said, she hung up
right away.
>Present: Victim's Shoe
Phoenix: There was something strange
about this shoe, wasn't
there?
Phoenix: Let's see, what was it...?
Ema: The traces of blood on its
sole.
Ema: There wasn't any blood found
at the Prosecutor's Office's
underground parking lot.
Phoenix: But we did find blood on the
floor somewhere, didn't we?
Phoenix: Where was that again...?
Ema: In the evidence room at the
Police Department.
Ema: Now stop using me as your
memo pad!!!
>Present: Switchblade Knife
Phoenix: Why would this have been
in the car's exhaust pipe?
Ema: It's evidence from an
old case, right?
Phoenix: Right... the SL-9 Incident.
It was solved, apparently.
Phoenix: (This knife was stolen on
the day of the evidence
transferal...)
Phoenix: (Maybe I should look into
this "SL-9 Incident"...)
>Present: Luminol Testing Fluid
Ema: This stuff is pretty
expensive.
Phoenix: You don't say. How much?
Ema: I'd say about $10 per gram!
Ema: I save up my allowance
to buy it.
Phoenix: Your allowance...? Does
your sister give you that?
Ema: Yes.
We don't have parents...
Phoenix: R-right...
Ema: Sometimes she even gives me
a bottle instead of my
allowance!
Phoenix: A bottle of luminol testing
fluid...?
Phoenix: (Man, I'd just take the
allowance myself...)
>Present: ID Card Record
Ema: There's only one number left
to check out.
Phoenix: That's right. We now know the
other numbers aren't related
to the murder.
Phoenix: "7777777"...
An "executive officer."
Ema: Sevensevensevensevenseven-
sevensevenseven...
Phoenix: Uh, I believe that's one
"seven" too many...
Phoenix: (We can't find out whose
number this is unless we have
some incriminating evidence.)
Phoenix: (That's going to be hard to
dig up by tomorrow...)
>Present: Fingerprinting Set
Ema: Mr. Edgeworth is so kind,
giving us something like this.
Ema: Hey! You don't think he...
he... likes me, do you?
Ema: ...
Phoenix: Are you okay, Ema?
Ema: Mr. Wright! Hurry!
RUN!!!
Ema: AHH-CHOOOO!!!
Phoenix: ...
Ema: ...
Ema: Here, I'll wipe those
fingerprints off your face.
Phoenix: (Might as well wipe my dignity
away too while you're at it.)
>Present: Screwdriver
Phoenix: This screwdriver was at
Edgeworth's office, wasn't it?
Ema: Yes. He said it didn't have
anything to do with the crime.
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: Then what are we doing
carrying it around?
Ema: Hey, don't ask me! I'm not the
one making the decisions
around here!
Phoenix: (If I recall...)
Phoenix: (Edgeworth said Chief Gant
asked him to take this to
the Prosecutor's Office.)
>Present: Unstable Jar
Phoenix: This jar's pretty fragile.
Ema: It looks like it's about to
break apart!
Phoenix: What do you mean, "about to"?
It's already broken.
Ema: I meant again...
Phoenix: (This piece was found in
Detective Goodman's evidence
locker.)
Phoenix: (That means...)
Ema: This is somehow related to
that other incident...
>Present: Marshall's Prints
Phoenix: This fingerprint was left on
the locker when Marshall
was stashing his bloody coat.
Ema: I guess that blood wasn't Mr.
Goodman's after all.
Phoenix: Nope. Just that of an overly
zealous patrolman.
Ema: So there wasn't a murder at
the Police Department at 5:15
in the end.
Phoenix: (I wonder what's going to
happen to Officer Marshall
now...)
>Present: Security Video
Ema: We owe our entire success in
court today to this tape.
Phoenix: At first I thought it was a
joke,
Phoenix: but it turned out to be a
goldmine of evidence.
Ema: I counted a total of five
clues in it.
Phoenix: It also gave the Blue Badger
some publicity...
Phoenix: of the negative sort, that is.
>Present: SL-9 Incident Files
Phoenix: It seems everything is
somehow related to this
incident.
Ema: What was it labeled, again?
The "SL-9 Incident"?
Phoenix: Yes. The name of everyone
connected to this trial is
listed in here.
Phoenix: All that's left...
Phoenix: is to figure out just what
role everyone plays in this
case.
Phoenix: If we search hard enough, I
think we'll find our answers.
Phoenix: (What exactly did, or didn't,
Lana do?)
Ema: I'm not sure I want to know
everything...
>Present: Gant Team Picture /
Neil's Autopsy Report /
Letter of Resignation
Phoenix: Here, see this?
Ema: Ahh! I've noticed that defense
attorneys have a tendency to
want to show people things.
Phoenix: (What is this? A behavioral
study of lawyers?)
>Move: Detention Center
February 24
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Ema: Looks like they're questioning
Lana again.
Phoenix: (I guess we're not the only
ones who want to question
her...)
Ema: Well, since we've come all
this way, why don't we go see
Mr. Meekins?
Phoenix: Uh...
Let's not and say we did.
Phoenix: (I'd rather come back and
do that later.)
>Move: Underground Parking Lot
February 24
Detention Center
Underground Parking Lot
Phoenix: No one's here today...
Not even Ms. Starr.
Ema: Everyone's probably busy
looking into what exactly went
down in the evidence room.
Ema: That must be where the
detectives are.
Phoenix: But we proved in court today
that no one was murdered in
the evidence room at 5:15 PM,
Phoenix: on the day of the crime.
Ema: Yeah. I thought we were
finally making some headway in
our case!
Phoenix: But instead it looks like we
just ended up making Lana look
even more guilty.
Ema: Hang in there, Lana...
Phoenix: (I've got to find all the
answers by tomorrow!)
>Examine: Wall
Ema: So, this is the famous
divider.
Phoenix: It sure helped us knock a
hole in that testimony
yesterday.
Phoenix: Come to think of it, this
divider helped our case more
than the actual witness.
Ema: The great divider!
A chip off the old parking
block!
Phoenix: It's just a wall.
(Scientifically speaking...)
>Examine: Oil Drum
Phoenix: So, this is the famous
oil drum.
Ema: Well, no time like the
present! I'll try to kick
it over myself!
Ema: Hii-yah!
Ema: ...
Ema: ...
Phoenix: Th-that's okay. Don't cry.
(That Lana Skye must be a
powerful woman...)
>Examine: Trunk
Ema: That's where we found
that note.
Phoenix: "2/21 SL-9"...
The SL-9 Incident.
Ema: A case that was due for
transferal the day of
the murder.
Ema: I never knew...
The "SL-9 Incident" referred
to...
Phoenix: The Joe Darke Killings.
Phoenix: (Everyone in this case played
some part in that incident.)
Phoenix: (This has to be more than just
sheer coincidence!)
>Examine: B Block Fence
Phoenix: "B Block" is through there.
That's where visitors park.
Ema: So...
Ms. Starr climbed over
this fence!?
Phoenix: I-it seems so, yeah.
(That fence is 9 feet high
at least!)
Ema: Well no time like the
present! I think I'll
give it a little try!
Ema: Eeeek!
Ema: ...
Ema: ...
Phoenix: I-it's okay, don't cry.
(Maybe there's a Lunchland
Olympics team?)
>Move: High Prosecutor's Office
February 24
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
Ema: Mr. Edgeworth isn't here.
Phoenix: Maybe he's being questioned
by an inquiry committee?
Phoenix: (He took a real beating in
court today...)
Ema: Yeah, with Lana admitting to
falsifying evidence two years
ago...
Phoenix: I guess we'll just have to
come back later.
>Examine: Bouquet
Ema: My, my, my! What an amazing
bouquet! Just right for
Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix: No kidding. Hey, there's
a card on it...
Phoenix: "To be or not to be -- Wendy"
Phoenix: ("Wendy?" ...
I've heard that name
somewhere before.)
Ema: And beside it...
A giant Steel Samurai!
Ema: Wow, I want one!
Phoenix: Huh? There's something
written on the bottom
of his foot.
Phoenix: "To every cloud, there is
a silver lining. -- Wendy"
Ema: Was this the same message
that was here yesterday?
>Examine: Window
Ema: Whoa!
Ema: What a view! It must be
nice to have an office on
the 12th floor.
Phoenix: I guess you would feel...
important.
Ema Incidentally...
Ema: Were you to jump out this
window, your chance of
fatality would be...
Ema: ...
Ema: Got it!
99.9998 percent!
Phoenix: (There's a 0.0002% chance
you'd live?)
>Move: Underground Parking Lot
>Move: Police Dept. Entrance
February 24
Police Department
Entrance
Marshall: Howdy, Bambina.
Ema: Oh, Mr. Marshall!
Marshall: I never thought things'd turn
out this way when I woke up
this morning.
Marshall: Que serà serà. You never know
where life'll lead you, eh
Bambina?
Marshall: I should've known my luck had
run out when ol' Billy dried
up this morning.
Ema: Billy...?
Phoenix: Must be his pet cactus.
Phoenix: Say, where are you headed?
Marshall: Just over to the Prosecutor's
Office for a little
interrogation.
Marshall: It's a "voluntary" appearance,
but we all know I won't be
coming back.
Marshall: Sorry, but you can't go in the
evidence room today, pardner.
Ema: But Mr. Marshall...
Why did you do it?
Marshall: Why do prospectors head west?
Marshall: If ever there was a case I
needed to know the truth
about, it was that one.
Phoenix: Before you turn yourself in,
Mr. Marshall...
Phoenix: would you mind telling us
exactly what happened?
Marshall: Hmph...
Looks like I won't be getting
a steak lunch today.
>Examine: Blue Badger
Phoenix: The Blue Badger is still
writhing around today.
Phoenix: Let's give him the benefit
of the doubt and say he's
dancing.
Phoenix: (Speaking of "dancing"...)
Phoenix: (The whole Police Department
has been dancing about like
crazy since the other day...)
Ema: Can I take out
his batteries?
Ema: I just can't help but feel
he's going to do something
naughty!
>Examine: Officers
Phoenix: Look, that patrolman is
saluting that other guy.
He must be a detective!
Police: So I cuff the lout, right?
Then you know what he says?
Police: "What are you, a moron? I'm an
undercover agent!"
Patrolman: Oh, man. I hate it when that
happens!
Ema: ...
Ema: I guess he wasn't saluting,
he was just listening to how
his friend messed up.
Phoenix: They make a good pair.
>Present: [anything]
Ema: Mr. Marshall! Could you please
have a look at this?
Marshall: Sorry, Bambina.
Marshall: I'm not a patrolman anymore,
and I'm certainly not a
detective.
Marshall: I'm nothing more than a
wanted man, now.
Marshall: These old eyes of mine have
seen too much as it is.
>Talk: Darke trial
Marshall: Something was fishy about that
trial from the beginning.
Marshall: It wasn't just me either. All
the detectives thought so.
Phoenix: What do you mean, "fishy"?
Marshall: Some of the facts reported
were inconsistent with the
evidence we found.
Marshall: For example... the murder
weapon.
Phoenix: The murder weapon? You mean...
that switchblade knife with
the broken tip?
Marshall: That was Joe Darke's, all
right.
Marshall: But... in the initial autopsy
report, a question was
raised.
Ema: A question...?
Marshall: The blade of the knife was
not a perfect match with the
wound the victim sustained.
Phoenix: What does that mean?
Marshall: It means there is a good
chance that knife was
not the murder weapon.
Phoenix: ...!
Marshall: However, in the report that
was finally submitted, that
possibility had been erased.
Phoenix: (Could the facts have been
concealed with forged
evidence...?)
Marshall: That case left behind scars
on all of us.
Ema: The "scars" that the SL-9
Incident left behind...
>Talk: Prosecutor Marshall
Marshall: I got the looks, but he got
the brains. He was one of the
best prosecutors around.
Marshall: I had just made detective when
it went down.
Marshall: It was our first case
together...
Ema: How old was he... your
brother?
Marshall: He was 27 at the time.
Marshall: He was awarded the highest
honor that very day.
Phoenix: The... "highest honor"?
You don't mean...
Marshall: King of Prosecutors.
Phoenix: (Not that again...)
Marshall: What are you looking at me
like that for? That's an honor
for a prosecutor!
Phoenix: (Mr. Marshall must have really
been close with his brother.)
Ema: The day the SL-9 Incident
took place,
that wasn't the same day as...
Marshall: That's right. It was the day
of the evidence transferal.
Phoenix: ...!
Interesting...
Marshall: It was
drizzling that
morning, and by nightfall
there was thunder.
Marshall: I can't
believe two years
have gone by already.
Marshall: I tried
to steal the evidence
so the case wouldn't die.
Phoenix:
(Apparently someone tried to
stop you.)
Phoenix:
(Detective Goodman was
murdered... and the evidence
locker was empty.)
>Talk: Scars
Marshall: There was something going on
behind the scenes in that
case. We all knew that later.
Marshall: Every detective involved in
that investigation, save one,
was... taken care of.
Marshall: Ms. Starr was fired and I was
demoted and boxed away in a
tiny room.
Phoenix: What about Detective Goodman?
Marshall: If they did something to him
too, the commissioners would
get suspicious.
Marshall: No, they were careful enough
not to be too obvious.
Phoenix: "They"...?
Ema: Who are you talking about!?
Marshall: Don't get upset, Bambina.
Marshall: I mean Damon Gant...
and Lana Skye.
>Talk: Gant & Skye
Marshall: Chief
Detective Damon Gant and
his second-in-command, Lana
Skye...
Marshall: There
wasn't a person on the
force who hadn't heard of
that duo.
Marshall: That case was the biggest step
in both of their careers.
Phoenix: After the case ended, Lana
transferred to the
Prosecutor's Office, right?
Marshall: Yeah. Damon Gant, the new
Chief of Police, arranged for
that to happen.
Marshall: She's never been the same
since she left.
Ema: ?
Marshall: Everyone who knew her said so.
Marshall: "Chief Prosecutor Skye was
totally different when she was
a detective."
Phoenix: (Now that he mentions it,
Ema said something like
that too...)
Ema: Tell me... what happened to my
sister!
Marshall: Sorry, Bambina, but her
secret is too well guarded.
Marshall: I never found out.
Phoenix: (Lana's "secret"... It all
started two years ago.)
Marshall: So there you have it.
Marshall: That's my story. Did you
enjoy it, pardner?
Phoenix: It was certainly...
enlightening.
Marshall: There's one thing for sure I
found out in court today.
Marshall: That boy Edgeworth isn't my
enemy.
Marshall: He was the one who used
falsified evidence to get a
guilty verdict,
Marshall: but someone else was the one
who gave him that evidence and
planned everything.
Marshall: That someone is Damon Gant.
Marshall: Don't believe me? Well I don't
blame you. I won't even be a
patrolman after today.
Marshall: Too bad I won't be around to
work with you...
Marshall: when you become a real
scientific investigator.
Marshall: Adios Bambina!
>Move: Criminal Affairs Dept.
February 24
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
Phoenix: I don't see Detective Gumshoe
anywhere.
Ema: Things seem kinda quiet around
here today.
Phoenix: You're right.
(The head of the department
seems the same though.)
Ema: Why don't we go look for some
other people to talk to?
Phoenix: Right. We can come back here
later.
>Examine: Detective
Phoenix: That must be one of
the detectives.
Phoenix: He's mumbling something
to himself.
Police: "That's it! The villain used a
time machine!"
Police: "Very clever indeed...
That would explain the
alibi!"
Police: "The future might not be so
far away after all!"
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: He's not writing a report...
he's writing a novel.
>Examine: Head Detective
Phoenix: That man must be the
Head Detective.
Phoenix: He's staring at the screen so
hard it might shatter.
Chief: What!?
"Darke Case May Have Been
Fabricated."
Chief: That's what I thought all
along...
Chief: I just never bothered to tell
anyone.
Phoenix: (Now there's a guy who cares
about his work...)
>Move: Police Dept. Entrance
>Move: Wright & Co. Law Offices
>Talk: SL-9 Incident
Ema: It happened two years ago...
It was right about this time
of the year, too.
Ema: There was a terrible thunder
storm that day... Unusual for
the season.
Ema: I was alone in my sister's
office.
Ema: We were planning to eat dinner
together once she finished her
work.
Ema: Then suddenly...
This terrifying man came
bursting into the office!
Phoenix: Joe Darke...
Ema: It seemed like he was running
from someone. He pulled out a
knife and screamed at me.
Ema: I didn't know what was going
on.
Ema: Just then, Prosecutor Marshall
showed up.
Phoenix: (Jake Marshall's brother...)
Ema: Joe Darke tried to take me
hostage,
Ema: but before he could...
Mr. Marshall tackled him.
Ema: Then...
Phoenix: What happened?
Ema: I-I'll never forget it!
Ema: Lightning struck, and the
lights went out.
Suddenly...
Ema: a bolt of lightning flashed
outside the window, lighting
up the office for an instant.
Ema: What I saw then burned a
permanent picture in my mind.
I... I can still see it now...
Phoenix: (A permanent picture...?)
>Talk: After the incident
Ema: I don't remember the moment
when Darke stabbed Mr.
Marshall.
Phoenix: So you weren't able to testify
about that?
Ema: No, I was only asked about
when I was attacked.
Ema: That must be why Lana...
why she "made up" the crime.
Phoenix: Made it up? You mean, provided
bogus evidence?
Ema: The Prosecutor's Office wanted
that guilty verdict so badly.
Ema: Lana forged the evidence, and
Mr. Edgeworth used it...
Phoenix: Edgeworth!?
Ema: Yes. But I'm sure he didn't know
anything about it!
Ema: He couldn't have known he was
being given false evidence.
Ema: Even so...
that's when it all started.
Ema: The rumors about Mr.
Edgeworth, I mean.
It's all my fault...
Ema: If I could have just testified
properly, none of this would
have happened!
Phoenix: (So it's true. Even though he
may not have known it...)
Phoenix: (Edgeworth really was involved
in falsifying evidence!)
Ema: After that case ended,
Lana was never the same.
Ema: She became cold, like she is
today.
Phoenix: (She must not have been able
to face up to what she did...
Especially not to Ema.)
>Talk: Permanent picture
Phoenix: What did you see in the
instant that crime occurred?
Ema: ...
Ema: Darke knocked down Mr.
Marshall and raised his
knife.
Phoenix: (Neil Marshall was stabbed
right in front of this poor
girl!)
Ema: I don't remember what happened
after that. Apparently I
passed out.
Ema: When I came to, Lana was
cradling me in her arms.
Phoenix: Poor Ema... You've
been through so much.
Ema: I-I couldn't bring myself to
testify about that instant.
Ema: I tried, but the words just
wouldn't come out.
Ema: I drew a picture, but it
wasn't any good.
Phoenix: Two years ago... You must
have been 14. That's
understandable.
Ema: Once it was all over...
I made up my mind.
Ema: I decided that when I grew up,
I'd become a scientific
investigator.
Ema: I want to be able to fight
crime with my testimonies!
Ema: And find the evidence
to make an airtight case...
Ema: That way, Lana would never
have to forge any.
Phoenix: I see...
Phoenix: (I think I'm finally starting
to understand what makes Ema
tick.)
Phoenix: (But there's still something
that bothers me about that
crime.)
>Talk: Something puzzling
Phoenix: There's something that's
puzzling me, Ema.
Ema: What is it?
Phoenix: You said you were in Lana's
office at that time, right?
Ema: That's right.
Phoenix: Why then would a serial
killer come running in there?
Phoenix: Not only that,
but he was being chased by a
prosecutor?
Ema: Oh, there's no mystery there.
Ema: Joe Darke had been taken in
for questioning that day.
Phoenix: Taken in for questioning?
You mean by the police?
Ema: Of course. This happened at
the Police Department.
Ema: He tried to run away halfway
through the interview, and
fled into my sister's office.
Phoenix: But why did he run all the way
over to your sister's office?
Ema: Because the detective offices
and the questioning room are
right across from the elevator.
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: Across from the elevator?
Phoenix: But Lana was the Chief
Prosecutor, wasn't she?
Ema: No, silly!
Didn't I tell you?
Ema: Two years ago...
Lana was a detective.
Ema: She was the best in the entire
force!
Phoenix: Whaaaaat!?
(That's news to me!)
Ema: After the Joe Darke case,
Ema: she was transferred to the
Prosecutor's Office and
made Chief Prosecutor.
Phoenix: (Lana used to be...
a detective?)
Phoenix: (I'd better have another talk
with her!)
>Move: Detention Center
February 24
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Ema: L-Lana...
Lana: Mr. Wright. It seems I keep
causing you trouble.
Phoenix: Falsifying evidence...
Phoenix: I didn't think you were the
type.
Lana: Criminals don't mind playing
foul, why should we?
Ema: But Lana! If you're wrong...
an innocent person might be
found guilty!
Lana: Believe me...
I understand the risks.
Phoenix: Lana.
Phoenix: Ema told me about you.
Lana: Oh?
Phoenix: About how you were a detective
two years ago,
Phoenix: and how the SL-9 Incident was
the reason for your transfer
to the Prosecutor's Office.
Lana: That's right.
Phoenix: Could you fill me in on the
details? Especially about that
unusual change of jobs.
Lana: ...
Lana: I suppose you have a right to
know, Mr. Wright.
>Examine: Guard
Phoenix: This guard monitors the
visitor's room.
Phoenix: He seems frozen in place,
cowering under this room's
oppressive atmosphere.
>Present: [anything]
Lana: Attorneys and prosecutors
have no business showing
evidence outside court.
Lana: It's taboo. Especially when
the interests of both parties
are involved.
Phoenix: (She really means it...)
Ema: Lana...
>Talk: Today's trial
Phoenix: A lot of revelations were
uncovered at the trial today,
not the least of which was
Phoenix: the fact that this case is
largely connected to another
one, two years ago.
Lana: Evidence from that case was
stolen... I expected
as much.
Lana: I know how obsessive Officer
Marshall can be.
Ema: That trial... it really wasn't
"fair," was it?
Lana: ...
Ema: I believed in you, Lana!
Ema: I believed that no matter
what happened, you'd always
stick to the truth!
Lana: It couldn't be helped, Ema.
Lana: At that trial two years ago...
I sold my soul.
Phoenix: Well, all drama aside,
the fact of the matter is
Phoenix: at 5:15, there was no murder
at the Police Department.
Ema: Tell me it's not true, Lana!
What the witness... Ms. Starr
said!
Ema: About you stabbing Mr. Goodman
with a knife!
Lana: ...
Ema: Lana! I don't understand!
Ema: Why won't you tell us?
Lana: Ema...
This doesn't involve just me.
Phoenix: (I don't think I've ever
seen Lana look so fazed
before...)
>Talk: Detective Lana Skye
Lana: It's true. I was a member of
the police force two years
ago.
Ema: She was amazing!
Ema: They still talk about all the
cases she and Chief Gant
cracked together!
Phoenix: Chief Gant?
Lana: Then he was the Vice-Head of
Criminal Affairs, but he still
worked the crime scenes.
Lana: Damon Gant... he was
everything I aspired to be.
Ema: They were the best team ever!
They solved crimes before the
reports could even be filed!
Phoenix: (Ema really idolizes her big
sister.)
Phoenix: But now you're Chief
Prosecutor... What happened?
Lana: I always planned on becoming a
prosecutor. The reason I
became a detective was...
Ema: to gain experience investigating
crime scenes, so you could later
use that experience in court.
Lana: Gant's help in the SL-9 case
was critical in its
resolution. After that,
Lana: he became Chief of Police, and
arranged my transfer to the
Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix: (Maybe I should ask more about
this "investigation" of
theirs two years ago.)
>Talk: Darke investigation
Lana: Two years ago I was second-in-
command of the detectives
investigating Darke.
Phoenix: "Second-in-command"? That
means the Chief Detective was,
no doubt, Damon Gant?
Lana: Yes. Detective Gant and I
shared the same office, and
the same investigations.
Phoenix: (They even had the same
office...!)
Lana: We led a team of the best
detectives on the force:
Lana: Detective Goodman, whose case
it was, Jake Marshall and
Angel Starr.
Lana: It was the first time Marshall
worked with his brother. He
was quite... "gung ho."
Lana: Without a doubt, Joe Darke was
the serial killer.
Lana: We asked him to come in for
questioning. We were desperate
for evidence.
Lana: That was when the last murder
took place.
Phoenix: (When he tried to murder
Ema...)
Ema: Prosecutor Marshall was
trying to save me from
Darke...
Lana: You see, the first person who
happened upon the scene of
the crime... was me.
Phoenix: ...!
(Now you tell us...)
>Talk: First one at scene
Lana: Detective Gant and Prosecutor
Marshall were the ones
questioning Darke that day.
Lana: The investigation was in its
final stages, when Darke must
have panicked.
Lana: He waited until Gant and
Marshall let their guards
down, then fled the room.
Lana: From there, he ran straight
to... the office shared by
Detective Gant and myself.
Ema: That's where he found me.
Phoenix: So you were the first person
to run to the scene, Lana?
Lana: It appears so.
Lana: I was filing some papers while
Gant and Marshall were
questioning Darke.
Lana: When I returned to my office,
I saw three bodies on the
floor and smelled blood.
Phoenix: Three bodies?
Phoenix: Prosecutor Marshall, the
victim, Ema, who had
passed out,
Lana: and the suspect, Joe Darke.
Lana: During the struggle, it seems
Mr. Marshall stuck a final
blow before he died.
Lana: Joe Darke had incurred a minor
concussion, and lay
unconscious.
Phoenix: What did you do?
Lana: To be honest, I panicked.
Lana: I picked up Ema, carried her
out of the room and just held
her.
Phoenix: (Can't blame her, after all
her sister must have gone
through.)
Lana: After that, I placed Darke
under immediate arrest.
Phoenix: Let me get this straight.
Phoenix: You were all involved in the
SL-9 Incident?
Lana: That's right.
Quite a coincidence, hmm?
Phoenix: I don't buy it.
Ema: W-what are you saying?
Phoenix: There's no way everyone
involved in this trial was
also involved in that incident
Phoenix: just by "chance."
Ema: But that case was solved two
years ago!
Phoenix: At least one person went to
extremes because they didn't
believe it was truly solved.
Lana: Officer Marshall... Yes, his
actions came as a surprise to
me as well.
Lana: Ever since his brother died,
he's changed completely.
Ema: I guess he wasn't convinced
with the ruling against Joe
Darke.
Lana: ...
Lana: Life doesn't end with the
closing of a case.
Lana: Everyone has to live the rest
of their lives with their
memories.
Phoenix: That "case" just might not be
over yet.
Lana: !
Phoenix: Ema was assaulted by Darke at
the Police Department, right?
Lana: Yes, in the office that Damon
Gant and I shared.
Lana: The office that Mr. Gant now
occupies by himself:
the Chief's office.
Phoenix: (Maybe we should have a look
at the Chief's office - the
site of the final SL-9 murder!)
>Move: Police Dept. Entrance
>Move: Criminal Affairs Dept.
February 24
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
Phoenix: This place is always pretty
empty, but today it's
deserted.
Ema: That must mean everyone's busy
solving crimes.
Chief: Oh, if you're looking for the
others, they're all in the
conference room.
Phoenix: Uh... thanks.
(Wow, he actually talked to
us!)
Chief: With the Chief Prosecutor
saying what she did and the
decision about what to do
Chief: about Mr. Edgeworth, not to
mention our statement to the
media and tomorrow's trial...
Chief: there's more chaos going on
than Thanksgiving and
Christmas put together!
Phoenix: (I think "festive" is the word
usually used for those...)
Ema: Um, sir? We'd like to have a
look around for Chief Gant's
office.
Chief: Just head across the hall to
the other building and take
the elevator to the top floor.
Ema: Really?
You mean, it's okay for us to
go in there?
Ema: I mean, we aren't police
officers or anything.
Chief: Hey, you're right! You can't
go in there! It's off limits!
Phoenix: (Now I see where Detective
Gumshoe gets his unique
charm...)
Ema: Well, what are wating for?
Let's head to the Chief's
office!
>Move: Chief's Office
February 24
Police Department
Chief's Office
Phoenix: Whoa...
Where am I?
Ema: In the Chief's office, silly!
At least, that's what it said
on the door.
Phoenix: Check out that pipe organ.
That's real, isn't it?
Ema: Hey, I used to take organ
lessons in kindergarten!
Ema: They used to call me "Little
Miss Bach."
Ema: I thought I was a genius
until they tried teaching me
notes.
Ema: I never could remember where
C was...
Gant: Hm?
Gant: Oh, it's you two.
Phoenix: Chief Gant!
Phoenix: (He put that paper he was
reading in his desk.)
Gant: So, Mr. Wright. Have you been
swimming lately?
Phoenix: Uh... no, I haven't. I've been
kind of busy lately.
Gant: I can appreciate that. I've
had my hands full too, with
Mr. Marshall's misconduct
Gant: and Lana's provocative
statement.
Phoenix: "Provocative statement"... oh,
you mean about the forged
evidence.
Gant: Two years have passed since
that incident.
Gant: My, how time flies!
Gant: See that big picture on the
wall over there?
Gant: That's a picture of Lana, Neil
and me.
Phoenix: (So this is Mr. Marshall's
brother... Prosecutor Neil
Marshall...)
Gant: We took it to commemorate
our work together.
Phoenix: ...
(Something's not right with
this picture.)
Phoenix: (I can't quite seem to put my
finger on it though...)
Gant Team Picture added to
the Court Record.
Gant: Anyway, I'd like to reminisce
all day, but there are matters
that need my attention.
Gant: I'm going to lock up here, so
let's go out together.
Ema: Oh...
Ema: But this office...
it was a crime scene two years
ago, wasn't it?
Gant: That case has long since been
over. There's no need to
investigate it any more.
Phoenix: All the same, we'd still like
to have a look around.
Gant: Perhaps you didn't hear me.
I said there's no need to
investigate it any more.
Phoenix: ...!
Gant: Now hurry up and get out. I
have a meeting to attend.
Ema: Looks like we aren't welcome.
Phoenix: It seems that case isn't over
with yet, after all.
Ema: What do you mean?
Phoenix: Chief Gant denied our request
to search the "crime scene."
Phoenix: That means there must be a
reason he doesn't want us
looking around in there.
Ema: You mean like, a clue!?
Phoenix: (There's got to be a way we
can get inside the
Chief's office...)
>Move: Criminal Affairs Dept.
February 24
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
Gumshoe: Hey, pal!
Phoenix: Detective Gumshoe!
Were you in a meeting?
Gumshoe: I was uh... just taking a
breather. My feet hurt.
Ema: From sitting so long in the
meeting?
Gumshoe: Actually...
Gumshoe: I had to serve everyone
coffee.
Phoenix: (Sounds like Detective
Gumshoe's still out of the
loop...)
Gumshoe: Say, have either of you seen
Mr. Edgeworth?
Phoenix: Edgeworth? No. Why do
you ask?
Gumshoe: He's under fire from both
the Police Department and the
Prosecutor's Office.
Gumshoe: It's almost like the battles
between you two in court!
Phoenix: That sounds serious...
Ema: Is it because of what my
sister said?
Gumshoe: That's basically what it all
boils down to.
Gumshoe: That falsified evidence two
years ago.
Gumshoe: Now Mr. Edgeworth has the
whole world after his blood!
Ema: Yikes...
>Examine: Detective
Phoenix: That must be one of
the detectives.
Phoenix: He's mumbling something
to himself.
Police: "I got it!
I'm the culprit!"
Police: "Very clever indeed...
Who would have thought of
multiple personalities?"
Police: "I don't see how else he could
have done it. I guess it's
time to have my head checked."
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: I think it's way past time for
that.
>Examine: Head Detective
Phoenix: That man must be the Head
Detective.
Phoenix: He's staring at the screen so
hard it might shatter.
Chief: What!?
"Police Department Makes
Fatal Error"
Chief: What do I do!? Quick! Someone
bring me the classifieds!
Help Wanted section!!!
Phoenix: (So much for "duty"...)
>Present: Attorney's Badge
Phoenix: Detective... here is my
attorney's badge.
Gumshoe: You show this to me every
time we meet, pal.
Gumshoe: Real men show their police
badge. 'Nuff said!
Ema: I wish I had a badge... Even an
ID card would be nice...
>Present: Goodman's ID
Gumshoe: This ID card belongs to
the victim, Detective
Bruce Goodman.
Gumshoe: You can do just about anything
these days with a card and a
secret number... scary!
Phoenix: It's only scary because you
keep dropping your card,
Detective Gumshoe.
Gumshoe: I forget my secret number
a lot, too. I'm scared of
myself!
Gumshoe: But... but I'm me, after all!
And what could be wrong
with that!?
Phoenix: (I think I'll stay out of
this conversation.)
>Present: Prosecutor Trophy
Gumshoe: Hey, that's it!
Gumshoe: That's the "King of
Prosecutors" award that Mr.
Edgeworth got the other day!
Phoenix: Were you at the awards
ceremony, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe: Of course, pal!
I got an award for diligence,
myself.
Phoenix: Ah... congratulations.
Ema: I was wondering, why is the
award a shield?
Ema: And... why is it broken?
Gumshoe: Oh, there's a reason.
Gumshoe: Erm...
I'll tell you what it
is later.
Phoenix: (Apparently, he's forgotten.)
>Present: Blue Badger Panel
Phoenix: This guy almost made us lose
the case today.
Gumshoe: What are you talking about!?
Gumshoe: He was guarding the bloodstain
on that evidence locker with
his life!
Gumshoe: That's more than you can say
for most officers nowadays!
Ema: It would have saved us a lot
of trouble if he hadn't
guarded it so well.
Phoenix: (I have to admit he's right
though...)
Phoenix: (Thanks to the Blue Badger,
we were able to prove another
possibility today:)
Phoenix: (The possibility that another
murder took place prior to
5:15 PM...)
>Present: Crime Photo
Gumshoe: That's the photo that
Ms. Starr took.
Phoenix: Anything you can tell us
about it?
Gumshoe: That Ms. Starr is quite
the lady. Why, I remember
it was winter... I was 16.
Gumshoe: She was the only one who
ever got me to talk about
what happened.
Ema: 16... that's how old I am
now!
I wonder what happened?
Phoenix: (I wonder if Detective Gumshoe
wore a trench coat in high
school, too.)
>Present: Switchblade Knife
Phoenix: Um, about this...
Gumshoe: Hey! Don't tell me that's...
Phoenix: It has a tag attached to it,
with the label "SL-9 Incident"
on it.
Phoenix: I believe this would be the
broken "murder weapon" you
were speaking of?
Gumshoe: What are you doing with that!?
Gumshoe: Ever since that case was
closed, that knife's been
locked away in a locker.
Ema: On the day Detective Goodman
was murdered, this suddenly
disappeared from the locker,
Ema: and was found in Mr.
Edgeworth's car muffler.
Gumshoe: ...
That's it!
Gumshoe: Now I remember what that
incriminating piece of
evidence was!
Gumshoe: When you showed me that knife,
it all came back to me!
Ema: Well, what is it, Detective?
Quick! Before you forget
again!
>Present: Luminol Testing Fluid
Gumshoe: Hey, I just bought some of
that stuff!
Gumshoe: Now I can go around detecting
blood traces too!
Ema: Wow!
Is that a new type? I've never
seen that bottle before.
Ema: "Add three inches to your
base height."
Phoenix: "Base height"?
Hey, let me see that!
Phoenix: "Looming Tall."
"New and improved growth
formula."
Gumshoe: You mean this can't detect any
blood traces!?
Ema: Uh, well...
It's not quite the same thing
as luminol.
Gumshoe: So that's why the lady at the
counter had that smirk on her
face...
>Present: ID Card Record
Gumshoe: That's the ID card record,
isn't it?
Phoenix: Yes. There's only one number
left to investigate.
At 4:20 PM...
Phoenix: the victim, Detective Goodman,
must have entered the evidence
room along with someone else.
Phoenix: Someone with an "executive
officer" number:
Gumshoe: "Sevensevensevensevenseven-
sevensevenseven"?
Phoenix: That's one "seven" too many,
Detective.
Phoenix: (An executive officer. Hmm...
I just might have a hunch.)
>Present: Fingerprinting Set
Gumshoe: Hey, that powder's used for
detecting fingerprints.
Ema: Yeah, Mr. Edgeworth gave it to
us.
Gumshoe: He did what!?
All I have is some flour...
Gumshoe: ...
Phoenix: Are you okay, Detective?
Gumshoe: Quick!
RUN!!!
Gumshoe: AHH-CHOOOO!!!
Phoenix: ...
Gumshoe: ...
Gumshoe: If it's any help, one time I
took a nap on a bench with wet
paint.
Phoenix: (Why am I not comforted?)
>Present: Goodman's Lost Item Report
Gumshoe: Oh, a lost item report,
huh?
Ema: Very impressive, detective!
You knew what is was right
off the bat!
Gumshoe: Well, I am a master of
misplacement, you know.
Ema: "Master"... That has such a
cool ring to it!
Gumshoe: The way I see it, if things
are meant to be lost, then
they're meant to be lost.
Gumshoe: There's a higher power at work
here.
Ema: Wow, a higher power...
Phoenix: (Maybe I shouldn't let Ema
hold any evidence...)
>Present: Evidence Locker
Gumshoe: No locker can be opened
without a fingerprint match.
Gumshoe: Besides...
Gumshoe: There's no reason for the
murderer to touch his own
locker...
Ema: Hey, wasn't your locker the
one with the blood on it,
Detective?
Phoenix: (The handprint of the real
murderer's gloved hand...
without any fingerprints...)
Gumshoe: SSH!
If they come to arrest me,
you'll defend me, won't you!?
Phoenix: If that happens, I think
you'll do better pleading
with Edgeworth.
>Present: Unstable Jar
Gumshoe: About that jar...
I think I've seen it before
somewhere.
Phoenix: "Somewhere"?
Gumshoe: Or maybe it's one of those
memories people have from
"previous lives."
Phoenix: (This must be the most
uninformative detective I've
ever met...)
Gumshoe: Something about it makes me
feel uneasy.
Gumshoe: It's like I'm in the Chief's
office, and he's yelling at
me.
Phoenix: (Chief Gant?)
Gumshoe: Where could I have seen that
before...?
>Present: Marshall's Prints
Gumshoe: I can't believe Officer
Marshall would do something
like that...
Ema: You know Officer Marshall?
Gumshoe: Of course I do! He was like a
mentor to me!
Gumshoe: When I first started out, he
even gave me a small cactus.
Ema: Really?
Gumshoe: He said, "Dick, she'll listen
to all your troubles."
Ema: Note to self: Detective
Gumshoe talks to a cactus...
Gumshoe: Hard to believe he's just a
"patrolman" now. Someone
oughta trade places with him!
Gumshoe: ...
Gumshoe: What? Why are you looking at
me like that?
>Present: SL-9 Incident Files
Gumshoe: I've been studying up on those
Files. There's nothing
wrong with Mr. Edgeworth's
Gumshoe: presentation. To think people
are accusing him of
injustice...
Gumshoe: I for one ain't buyin' it,
pal!
Ema: You're looking into the case
for Mr. Edgeworth?
Gumshoe: Yeah. It was a pretty big deal
while it was going on, you
know.
Gumshoe: After all,
a serial killer was on the
loose!
Phoenix: (But Lana was pretty clear in
her confession.)
Phoenix: (She forged evidence in order
to prove Joe Darke guilty.)
>Present: Goodman's Autopsy Report /
Victim's Note /
Lana's Cell Phone /
Parking Lot Floor Plans /
Victim's Shoe /
Screwdriver /
Evidence Room Floorplans /
Rubber Glove /
Security Video /
Gant Team Picture /
Neil's Autopsy Report /
Letter of Resignation /
Gumshoe's ID
Gumshoe: Let me share a little advice
with you as a detective.
Gumshoe: If you don't have a clue, keep
yer trap shut!
Phoenix: I'll, uh, keep that in mind.
Gumshoe: Sheesh!
>Talk: Edgeworth's crisis
Phoenix: But why would Edgeworth be
blamed? It's not like he knew
the evidence was forged!
Phoenix: Lana Skye is the guilty
party here, isn't she?
Ema: ...
Gumshoe: Regardless, the prosecutor is
responsible for the evidence
he presents in court.
Gumshoe: Not only that,
Gumshoe: but as you know there've been
a lot of rumors going around
about Mr. Edgeworth.
Gumshoe: Those who don't like him
haven't been able to do
anything because of his
Gumshoe: amazing talent as a
prosecutor. But now with
this...
Ema: Are there really so many
people who hate him?
Gumshoe: In our world, only those with
talent rise to the top. Mr.
Edgeworth not only had that,
Gumshoe: but he's young. There's no
better recipe I know of for
making enemies.
Police: Hey, Dick! Keep up the good
work!
Gumshoe: Yes sir!
Police: Let's go out for lunch again
sometime, my treat!
Gumshoe: Yes sir!
Police: You gotta take me back to that
joint sometime, okay Dick?
Gumshoe: Yes sir!
Phoenix: It seems you don't have any
problem with enemies.
Gumshoe: Yeah, well... I'm careful not
to stick out.
Gumshoe: Anyway, I'm a bit worried
about him.
Gumshoe: Under all this pressure,
I'm afraid Mr. Edgeworth just
might crack.
>Talk: SL9 Incident
Gumshoe: Actually, I took a look at the
file earlier, while the coffee
was brewing.
Phoenix: (He seems geniunely concerned
for Edgeworth...)
Phoenix: Well? Did you find out
anything?
Gumshoe: The only evidence Darke left
behind was during his final
attack.
Phoenix: His final attack? You mean...
Gumshoe: When he killed Prosecutor
Marshall, who was trying to
protect some girl.
Ema: Me...
Phoenix: (It seems Detective Gumshoe
never realized Ema was the
girl...)
Gumshoe: That's when he left the most
incriminating evidence of all.
Ema: Well? What was it?
Gumshoe: Oh, um, let's see...
I think it had something to do
with the murder weapon...
Gumshoe: ...
Gumshoe: Oh, I forget. Look, it's all
written somewhere in here,
okay?
Phoenix: (His powers of recollection
never fail to impress.)
Ema: Maybe we should show him
the murder weapon.
Ema: It might jog his memory!
>Talk: Darke's crimes
Gumshoe: Joe Darke was 42 at the time
of the crime. He was just your
run-of-the-mill businessman.
Phoenix: A businessman? What made him
take to serial killing?
Gumshoe: One day on his way home from
work, he hit someone with his
car.
Ema: With his car?
So... it was an accident?
Gumshoe: An accident, yes. But it
transformed him into an
animal!
Ema: An animal...
Gumshoe: He killed a man that witnessed
the accident. then he killed a
lady who saw the second crime.
Gumshoe: A kid walked by just then, so
he killed him too. Then, when
he was burying the bodies,
Gumshoe: a jogger came upon the scene
and was killed as well!
Finally he turned himself in.
Phoenix: Seems he was a pretty
careless animal.
Gumshoe: Of course, this is all
conjecture.
Gumshoe: There wasn't a single shred
of evidence.
Phoenix: So, he turned himself in...
Gumshoe: Yes, but in the middle of his
questioning, he fled and
murdered his final victim...
Gumshoe: Prosecutor Marshall.
Gumshoe: That crime was witnessed by
someone too, but fortunately
he was arrested on the spot.
Gumshoe: It's a good thing that last
witness wasn't killed.
Phoenix: (That last "witness"...)
Phoenix: (He must mean Ema...)
>Talk: Murder weapon
Phoenix: This knife...
it was Joe Darke's, wasn't it?
Gumshoe: That's right.
Gumshoe: We traced it back to the store
he bought it at, and it had
his fingerprints on it too.
Ema: But no one actually witnessed
him using it to murder anyone,
right?
Gumshoe: That's where his luck ran out.
Gumshoe: When you take a good look at
the knife...
Gumshoe: you'll see it's broken!
Ema: You don't have to take a good
look to notice that.
Gumshoe: ...
Yeah, well anyway!
Gumshoe: Take a guess where the broken-
off tip of the knife was
found.
Gumshoe: That's what did him in!
Ema: Where was it?
Gumshoe: The victim, Neil Marshall was
carrying it...
inside his own body!
Phoenix: !
Gumshoe: It was found deep inside the
stab wound.
Phoenix: Did it match Darke's knife?
Gumshoe: You bet. Down to the last
fiber.
Ema: That's pretty... conclusive.
Neil's Autopsy Report
added to the Court Record.
Switchblade Knife added to the
Court Record.
Item Description: Switchblade Knife
Type: Evidence
Submitted as evidence
during the trial.
Gumshoe: Well, there you have it in
a nutshell.
Gumshoe: That's all I know.
Phoenix: Can I ask you one more thing?
Gumshoe: What is it? If it's money you
need, you should ask Chief
Gant.
Phoenix: It's not money, but it does
concern the Chief. His office
is a "crime scene," right?
Phoenix: It's where Prosecutor Neil
Marshall was murdered...
Ema: The Chief's out now, and his
office is locked,
Ema: but we'd like to have a look
around if that's okay.
Gumshoe: ...
Gumshoe: Well, any Detective's ID card
can unlock the door.
Ema: What? Really!?
Gumshoe: But if I let a civilian in
there,
Gumshoe: I'd be charged with breach of
trust.
Ema: Breach of trust...?
Gumshoe: Simply put, I'd be canned.
Phoenix: Oh...
Gumshoe: Sorry, pal.
Gumshoe: I don't plan on getting fired
because of you.
Ema: How about this ID card?
It was Detective Goodman's...
Gumshoe: That won't work either. The
data was deleted the day he
died.
Ema: Oh.
Phoenix: (So in other words, Gumshoe is
our only chance of getting
into that office.)
Ema: I wonder if there's something
we could show him that would
make him change his mind...
>Move: Underground Parking Lot
>Move: High Prosecutor's Office
February 24
High Prosecutor's Office
Room 1202
Phoenix: (I wonder if Edgeworth is back
yet.)
Ema: There he is!
It looks like he's writing
something.
Edgeworth: Huh? What are you doing here?
Phoenix: (He sure was quick to throw
that paper on the floor...)
Phoenix: Tough day in court, huh?
Edgeworth: Hmph.
Edgeworth: I've had to live the past two
years with rumors flying
around.
Edgeworth: What's another allegation to
me?
Ema: Cheer up, Mr. Edgeworth!
I'm rooting for you!
Phoenix: (That's Edgeworth for you...)
Phoenix: (Always trying to hide his
real feelings.)
Edgeworth: So, what do you want?
Unlike some people,
I don't have all day.
>Examine: Trophy
Ema: He won such a prestigious
award. Why would he just leave
it on the couch?
Phoenix: Better this than that giant
Steel Samurai.
Ema: ...
Phoenix: What is it?
Ema: This is the "King of
Prosecutors" award, right?
Phoenix: Of course it is. You know
that!
Ema: I saw something today that
looked like this, somewhere...
Phoenix: Something that looked like
that?
Ema: Yeah, only different. What was
it...?
Phoenix: (She's right. Something's
amiss here. Maybe I should
show him a certain item...)
>Examine: Crumpled Paper
Phoenix: (I wonder what he was writing
before?)
Ema: Come on, Mr. Wright! Let's
take a look!
Phoenix: Are you crazy? Edgeworth is
sitting right there!
Ema: Just distract him. I'll check
it out.
Phoenix: Uh...
Hey, Edgeworth.
Phoenix: Is that Detective Gumshoe out
the window there? Oh no! He's
falling to the ground!!!
Edgeworth: Hold on. First let me see what
this girl's doing crawling
around my feet.
Phoenix: (He didn't even look.)
Ema: What!?
"Letter of r-r-r-r..."
Edgeworth: If you can't read, I'll read
it for you.
Edgeworth: It says, "Letter of
Resignation."
Phoenix: "Resignation"!?
Edgeworth, you don't mean...?
Edgeworth: I'm tired, Mr. Wright.
Edgeworth: I feel as if...
something inside me has died.
Ema: But Mr. Edgeworth! None of it
is your fault!
Edgeworth: I know the path I've walked.
You don't need to tell me.
Edgeworth: And the path I've walked...
hasn't been a just one.
Edgeworth: I can't forgive myself for
what I've done...
Edgeworth: and no one else should forgive
me either.
Phoenix: (Uh oh. I think he's serious!)
Ema: Mr. Wright!
Please, you have to do
something!
Phoenix: (This Letter of Resignation...
I wonder if I can use it for anything?)
Put Letter of Resignation in
pocket.
>Present: Attorney's Badge
Edgeworth: I once dreamed of being
a defense attorney, a
long time ago.
Ema: What? You wanted to
be a defense attorney,
Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth: Yet, a clear path is laid out
before me.
Edgeworth: I have no time to look
back on what might have been.
>Present: Prosecutor Trophy
Phoenix: You know, it wouldn't hurt if
you put this up somewhere,
like on a shelf.
Edgeworth: That has no meaning for me
anymore.
Phoenix: What do you mean, "anymore"?
Edgeworth: That's who I was last year.
What good is it to dwell on
the past?
Phoenix: He's asking me?
Ema: That makes me kind of mad.
Ema: Actually, something's been
troubling me about this
shield.
Ema: Look...
Do you notice anything
different?
Phoenix: Different...?
Ema: Yeah, don't you remember? The
other shield in the Court
Record?
Phoenix: (I guess I'd better present
this other shield...)
>Present: ID Card Record /
Evidence Locker
Edgeworth: It seems everything in this
case is designed to cast doubt
on me.
Phoenix: Hey, don't look at me.
Edgeworth: Yes, I went into the evidence
room on the day of the crime.
Edgeworth: Chief Gant asked me to do
something.
Ema: To take evidence from a case
solved six months ago back to
the Prosecutor's Office...
Edgeworth: I have a locker in there as
well.
Phoenix: Did you notice anything amiss
when you were in the evidence
room?
Edgeworth: That room's always dark and I
was in a hurry.
Edgeworth: I didn't see anything out of
the ordinary.
>Present: Screwdriver
Edgeworth: ...
Edgeworth: Come now, Mr. Wright.
You can't seriously expect me
to just sit down...
Edgeworth: and chat with you about the
case over a cup of tea.
Phoenix: But this isn't related to the
case, remember? You said so
yourself.
Edgeworth: So I did...
Ema: Chief Gant gave this to you
that day, didn't he?
Ema: He asked you to bring it here
from the Police Department...
Edgeworth: The Chief is a very competent
man...
Edgeworth: but sometimes he does things
that don't make any sense.
Edgeworth: ...
Edgeworth: At least it's better than
being incompetent and doing
things that don't make sense.
Phoenix: (A certain detective comes
to mind...)
>Present: Gant Team Picture
Phoenix: This picture was hanging on
the wall in Chief Gant's
office.
Edgeworth: Prosecutor Neil Marshall...
He had just started making a
name for himself.
Edgeworth: Looks like this was taken when
he received the King of
Prosecutors trophy.
Ema: Speaking of that,
there's something that bothers
me.
Edgeworth: Yes?
Ema: The trophy Mr. Marshall is
holding...
Ema: it's a little different than
yours.
Edgeworth: Yes, you're right.
...
Edgeworth: I remember now.
Phoenix: Remember what?
Edgeworth: That was the official
prosecutor trophy used until
that time.
Edgeworth: There's a story behind it.
Ema: A story?
Phoenix: (Sounds interesting.)
Would you mind telling it to
us?
Edgeworth: It's simple, really.
Edgeworth: "Contradiction."
That's what the award's based
on.
>Present: Letter of Resignation
Edgeworth: They say where there's smoke,
there's fire.
Edgeworth: Apparently I was so caught up
in the smoke, I lost sight of
the truth.
Phoenix: Edgeworth...
Edgeworth: The others are right.
I have no right to serve as
a prosecutor.
Ema: But Mr. Edgeworth! You were
only doing your job!
Edgeworth: I've always made my own
decisions about what I can
or cannot do.
Edgeworth: That hasn't changed.
Forgiving myself... is
something I cannot do.
Phoenix: (Uh oh. I think he's serious!)
Ema: Mr. Wright!
Please, you have to do
something!
Phoenix: (This Letter of Resignation...
I wonder if I can use it for
anything?)
>Present: Marshall's Prints /
Security Video /
SL-9 Incident Files /
Gant Team Picture /
Neil's Autopsy Report /
Gumshoe's ID
Edgeworth: ...
Edgeworth: Wright, please.
I'm the prosecutor on this
case!
Edgeworth: You don't expect me to sit
here and discuss the case
with you over a cup of tea!
Phoenix: I'll pass on the tea.
Just tell me about the case...
Ema: Mr. Wright! Mr. Edgeworth
just told you "no" in a very
stylish manner!
Phoenix: (Whose side are you on,
anyway?)
Phoenix: (Maybe if I just show him my
best evidence I can get
some reaction out of him.)
>Talk: Forged evidence
Edgeworth: There's no excuse for what
I've done.
Edgeworth: Two years ago, I used false
evidence to obtain a guilty
verdict.
Edgeworth: That's what it all breaks down
to, and nothing I do can erase
that fact.
Phoenix: But you didn't know, did you?
Phoenix: I mean, that the evidence was
falsified.
Edgeworth: The Police Department and the
Prosecutor's Office share a
bond of trust.
Edgeworth: If that bond is broken, we
stand to lose everything.
Edgeworth: The Police Department's error
is my error, my responsibility
as the prosecutor in charge.
Edgeworth: That fact remains the same no
matter what excuses I might
have.
Ema: Mr. Edgeworth...
Edgeworth: I take pride in my work.
Edgeworth: So tell me why!
Why has it all come to this...
Phoenix: (Even Edgeworth can't keep
this kind of emotion
bottled up...)
>Talk: Tomorrow's trial
Phoenix: Are you up for the trial
tomorrow?
Edgeworth: Hmph.
Edgeworth: First last year's trial, and
now this one. It seems all you
do is worry about me.
Edgeworth: To be honest, you're getting
on my nerves.
Ema: But Mr. Edgeworth! You can't
just walk out on the trial...
Edgeworth: Tomorrow is the last day. It's
too late to change
prosecutors.
Edgeworth: I'll bet that's what my
superiors are banking on.
Edgeworth: I never thought that case
would come back to haunt me
like this.
Phoenix: What do you mean?
Edgeworth: That list of evidence. It
seems too short.
Edgeworth: Most lists...
run twice as long.
Phoenix: It's only half as long as
most lists?
(That is odd...)
Edgeworth: After Neil Marshall was
murdered,
Edgeworth: I became prosecutor for that
case.
Edgeworth: I may not have been part of
the investigation,
Edgeworth: but at the time there was only
one thing on my mind:
Edgeworth: I'd use the evidence I was
given to prove the suspect
guilty!
Ema: Say, we just saw a picture
taken around that time.
Phoenix: (That picture...
Something seemed strange
about it...)
>Talk: The day of the crime
Phoenix: Could you tell us again about
what happened that day?
Phoenix: The day Detective Goodman was
murdered?
Phoenix: You were participating in a
ceremony over at the station,
right?
Edgeworth: I've never cared for
ceremonies, but I had to
attend that one.
Ema: Because you were awarded this?
Edgeworth: Those receiving awards can't
exactly skip out on the
ceremony.
Edgeworth: I finished up at the office in
the morning, then drove over
to the Police Department.
Phoenix: You, "finished up" at the
office?
Edgeworth: Yes. Just odds and ends-
clerical stuff.
Edgeworth: I didn't plan on returning to
the office that day.
Edgeworth: That is, until I was asked to
take something back.
Ema: Take something back?
Edgeworth: This.
Ema: Oh yeah. Chief Gant asked you
to hold onto that, didn't he?
Edgeworth: Yes. It was a piece of
evidence in a case that was
closed half a year ago.
Edgeworth: He asked me to bring it back
to the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix: (That's the story we heard
yesterday...)
Phoenix: So you came back here to the
Prosecutor's Office because
the Chief asked you to?
Edgeworth: That's right.
Phoenix: ...
>Talk: Prosecutor trophy
Edgeworth: This award originates from an
ancient Chinese tale.
Edgeworth: In Chinese, the word
"contradiction" is written
with two characters:
Edgeworth: the first means "halberd,"
and the second means "shield."
Have you heard this story?
Phoenix: Me? Oh, uh... sure. Everyone
knows that! Why don't you tell
it though... for Ema's sake.
Edgeworth: Very well.
Edgeworth: Long ago in the kingdom of
Chu, there was an arms
merchant.
Edgeworth: One day, he presented the king
with two items.
Edgeworth: The first was a halberd he
claimed could slice through
any shield or armor.
Edgeworth: The second was a shield he
claimed could withstand any
weapon.
Phoenix: Hmm... Wait a minute.
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: Those claims contradict each
other!
Edgeworth: Very perceptive.
But then again, you've heard
this story before, right?
Edgeworth: Anyway, as you mentioned, the
very descriptions of these
items discredit them both.
Edgeworth: When the king pointed this
out, the merchant was left
speechless.
Edgeworth: And thus, the Chinese word for
"contradiction" was born.
Ema: Oh, I see! So the "chipped
shield" and the "broken knife"
symbolize...
Edgeworth: Precisely so. They symbolize
the merchant's items.
Edgeworth: The ancient tale ends with the
merchant at a loss for words,
Edgeworth: but it's in our nature to
pursue matters to their
conclusion...
Edgeworth: even if it results in
something as ugly as this.
Ema: Wow. Thanks, Mr. Edgeworth!
I learned something new today!
Phoenix: That's funny...
Phoenix: If that's so, then why were
you only given a shield?
Edgeworth: ...
You'll have to ask Chief Gant.
Edgeworth: Two years ago, he had the
"halberd" part of the award
abolished.
Phoenix: (Chief Gant...)
King of Prosecutors Trophy
updated in the Court Record.
>Move: Underground Parking Lot
February 24
Prosecutor's Office
Underground Parking Lot
???: Excuse me...
Angel: Would either of you care for
a quarter pound of roast
beef?
Phoenix: Ms. Starr!
(I guess she's out of lunches.)
Angel: You certainly are the curious
sort, aren't you?
Angel: Kind of like the first person
who sucked a cow's nipple to
discover milk.
Angel: Still, I never thought you'd
go digging up that case from
two years ago.
Phoenix: Everyone in this trial was
involved in the SL-9 Incident.
Phoenix: Not only that, but the murder
occurred on the very day the
evidence from that case was
Phoenix: due for transferal. This can't
all be attributed to mere
"coincidence."
Angel: ...
Angel: Aren't you forgetting
something?
Angel: You know, that little scene I
happened to witness?
Phoenix: (The instant Lana stabbed
Detective Goodman with a
knife.)
Angel: No matter how much of the past
you dig up, it won't change
what I saw.
Angel: Roast beef is meant to be
savored when eaten.
Phoenix: (Ms. Starr's hatred toward
Lana...)
Phoenix: (It all dates back to two
years ago!)
>Present: [anything]
Angel: I don't have anything else to
tell you.
Ema: Ms. Starr...
Angel: The only thing I can give you
now, is a poppyseed rice set.
Phoenix: (Talk about cheap...)
Angel: Eat this, and maybe you'll be
able to tell black from white
in court tomorrow.
>Talk: Darke investigation
Angel: Joe Darke...
That's a name I'll not soon
forget!
Angel: We trailed him for half a
year. Oh, the pressure!
Angel: Still, I don't think I was
ever more alive than I was
then.
Angel: Those days were steamier than
a bowl of hot gravy!
Angel: Poor old Jake Marshall,
though, must have been going
through hell.
Phoenix: You mean, because of his
brother's death?
Angel: They were close, those two.
Angel: After Neil died, something
took over Jake. He became
obsessed.
Angel: Seeing Jake like that made her
all the more desperate.
Phoenix: "Her"...?
Angel: Lana Skye.
Ema: My sister...?
Angel: The best of the best were put
on that SL-9 case.
Angel: Of course they were lead by
that legendary duo.
Ema: Lana... and Chief Gant!
>Talk: After case closed
Angel: That legendary pair was the
reason we were able to keep up
our investigation.
Angel: That's why we're so shocked
over how it turned out...
Phoenix: You mean, with the forging of
the evidence?
Angel: Don't get me wrong. Joe Darke
got what he deserved.
Angel: Still, it was obvious the
evidence produced in court was
being manipulated.
Angel: Items our team never found
would suddenly appear, while
other items were kept secret.
Ema: But you didn't have proof
anything illegal was done...
Angel: I'm proof enough of what
happened.
Ema: !
Angel: After that case, all of us
save Goodman were relieved of
our duties...
Angel: most without even so much as
an explanation.
Angel: Then Lana Skye transferred to
the Prosecutor's Office and
became Chief Prosecutor.
Ema: Lana always wanted to be a
prosecutor.
Angel: Nothing's quite as simple as
it appears.
Ema: Huh?
Angel: Lana Skye was merely being
used as a pawn.
That's my take on the matter.
Phoenix: She was being used?
>Talk: Legendary duo
Angel: Damon Gant and Lana Skye...
Angel: Two years ago Gant was Chief
Detective, and Lana second in
command. They were the best.
Ema: They solved all kinds of cases
together, didn't they?
Angel: Damon Gant's magnetism in
particular was almost unreal.
Phoenix: His "magnetism"?
Angel: By that I mean his ability to
attract evidence.
Angel: He'd produce the most
incredible evidence in the
cases he handled.
Phoenix: ("Incredible evidence"? You
mean...)
Angel: Oh, yes. There were rumors
about him even back then.
Angel: No one dared confront him,
though.
Phoenix: (I take it she's talking about
forged evidence.)
Angel: Back then, everyone looked up
to Lana. All the detectives
wanted to be like her.
Ema: ! Really?
Angel: Oh yes... myself included.
I was a fool, really.
Angel: She hated anything crooked,
and always watched out for
the other detectives.
Angel: That's why she was so
concerned for Jake.
Ema: Mr. Marshall...
Angel: When Jake's brother was
murdered, she felt as if she
had lost her own brother.
Angel: If it wasn't for her, I don't
think Jake would ever have
recovered from his shock.
Angel: That's what makes it all the
more infuriating.
Ema: Ms. Starr...
Angel: That's why...
I'll never be able to forgive
her.
Angel: Why did she have to turn so
cold after that...?
Ema: ...
>Talk: Being "used"
Phoenix: Lana transferred to the
Prosecutor's Office two years
ago, didn't she?
Angel: Yes, thanks to "Chief" Gant's
powerful influence.
Ema: Chief...
Angel: That's right. Having solved
the SL-9 case, his position as
chief was secured.
Angel: There was only one thing left
for him to control,
and then no one could stand in
Angel: his way:
Angel: the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix: What? You mean...
That's why Lana was
transferred!?
Angel: If he could control the Chief
Prosecutor, he could control
the Prosecutor's Office.
Angel: That must have been his goal
all along.
Ema: B-but how could he control
Lana?
Angel: I don't know, but one thing's
for sure.
Angel: Ever since that case ended,
she's never been the same.
Angel: It's only logical to
conclude...
Angel: there must have been a reason
for her change.
Phoenix: (At last...)
Phoenix: (I'm finally getting close to
the bottom of this ugly
mess.)
Phoenix: Thank you, Ms. Starr.
Angel: You listen to me, Rookie.
Angel: It takes more than just
ingredients to create fine
cuisine.
Angel: I hope you turn out to be a
better chef than I've been...
>Move: Criminal Affairs Dept.
February 24
Police Department
Criminal Affairs
Gumshoe: Oh, you're back.
Phoenix: You're still here?
Gumshoe: I gotta make 150 copies of
these files.
Gumshoe: Brewing coffee, copying
files...
Gumshoe: I'm turning into a regular DJ!
Ema: You're a "DJ" as well?
Phoenix: If I'm not mistaken,
I think he means
"Desk Jockey."
Ema: ...
Oh, that DJ...
Gumshoe: I gotta admire your
persistency, but my answer's
still no.
Ema: ?
Gumshoe: I'm not letting you in the
Chief's office, period.
Gumshoe: It'd be my neck on the line.
Phoenix: (That office is the last crime
scene in the SL-9 Incident.)
Phoenix: (I have to take a look in
there!)
Ema: There's got to be something we
can do to make the Detective
change his mind.
>Examine: Detective
Phoenix: That must be one of
the detectives.
Phoenix: He's mumbling something
to himself.
Police: "Oh, Francesca. You're more
lovely than a marsupial in..."
Police: "Quiet, Jean Marc. Words will
just spoil the moment. Now
hold me close..."
Police: Yes, this approach allows for
much more intrigue.
Phoenix: ...
Phoenix: It seems he's given up on the
mystery genre.
>Present: Prosecutor Trophy
Gumshoe: Hey, that's it!
Gumshoe: That's the "King of
Prosecutors" award that Mr.
Edgeworth got the other day!
Phoenix: Were you at the awards
ceremony, Detective Gumshoe?
Gumshoe: Of course, pal!
I got an award for diligence,
myself.
Phoenix: Ah... congratulations.
Ema: Say, this design's based on
an old Chinese parable, right?
Gumshoe: Uh, yeah! Everyone knows that!
Gumshoe: There was this, uh... dragon,
yeah, that's it. A dragon!
Gumshoe: He had a thing for shields,
see...?
Phoenix: That's not exactly the version
we heard.
Ema: No, but this one sounds more
exciting!
Gumshoe: Anyway, it gets kind of gory
after that. I'll spare you the
details.
>Present: Letter of Resignation
Gumshoe: What's this crumpled up piece
of paper?
Gumshoe: ......
Gumshoe: N--no way!
Mr. Edgeworth can't be
serious!
Phoenix: Is he ever not serious?
Gumshoe: I can't believe they've pushed
him this far...
Ema: Mr. Edgeworth really feels
responsible.
Gumshoe: At first I thought he was as
cold as ice,
Gumshoe: but now I know different!
Gumshoe: He trusted us detectives to
provide him with sound
evidence,
Gumshoe: but we just...
Gumshoe: we betrayed him!
Ema: Detective...
Gumshoe: .........
Gumshoe: That's it.
I've made up my mind!
Ema: But...
Gumshoe: Here, take my ID card.
Phoenix: We can't do that. If someone
found out...
Ema: they wouldn't let you off the
hook with another lost item
report!
Gumshoe: Look at me. It's no secret I'm
already out of the loop.
Gumshoe: After all, I'm friends with
Mr. Edgeworth.
Gumshoe: Depending on how this case
turns out, I may already be as
good as terminated...
Phoenix: (What...?)
Gumshoe: So at least let me do this...
for Mr. Edgeworth's sake!
Phoenix: All right, Detective.
Thank you.
Gumshoe's ID tucked swiftly
into your pocket.
>Move: Chief's Office
February 24
Police Department
Chief's Office
Ema: Here goes, Mr. Wright.
*click*
*beep*
Ema: Open sesame.
Ema: If anyone finds us now,
Phoenix: Detective Gumshoe's a goner.
Gumshoe: If that happens, I'm counting
on you to bail me out!
Ema: EEEEEK!
Gumshoe: GAAAAH!
Ema: Sorry, I thought you were a
ghost.
Gumshoe: I didn't even know you
could slap a ghost.
Phoenix: AAAAH!
Detective Gumshoe!
Phoenix: What are you doing sneaking up
on us like that!?
Gumshoe: I-I-I wasn't "sneaking."
I was just worried something
might go wrong...
Gumshoe: so I came too.
Phoenix: If you're here,
then what's the point in
giving us your ID card!?
Crumpled Gumshoe's ID Card
in pocket.
Gumshoe: Hey, don't do that to
my card!
Gumshoe: I hardly ever get a chance to
come in here,
Gumshoe: so I figured I'd have a look
around myself!
Gumshoe: Besides, we're all in this
together now.
Ema: You really do want to get
fired, don't you?
Gumshoe: Not if we're lucky.
Now come on, let's see what we
can find out!
Phoenix: (I've got a bad feeling about
this...)
>Examine: Left Window
Gumshoe: Look at that giant window...
Gumshoe: Makes you want to crash
through it and jump outside.
Phoenix: Uh, this is the 15th floor.
Gumshoe: I know! I was just saying...
Phoenix: (Saying what?)
Gumshoe: Ever since making detective,
I've always dreamed about
doing something like that.
Ema: Note to Self: Detective
Gumshoe has a lot of
dreams...
Phoenix: So long as he doesn't go
crashing through that window
Phoenix: when he gets fired.
Ema: Don't say that!
>Examine: Shelves
Phoenix: These shelves are mostly
empty.
Phoenix: Lana must have cleaned them
out when she transferred over
to the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix: There's a small picture frame
on the left shelf.
Ema: Hey!
Ema: This is when Lana and I went
to that theme park...
Ema: ...
>Examine: Picture
Ema: This was taken on that day two
years ago.
Phoenix: (The day Joe Darke ran out of
the questioning room and
tried to kill Ema...)
Gumshoe: After receiving his award
trophy, Mr. Marshall took a
picture here,
Gumshoe: then went along with Chief
Gant to question Darke.
Gumshoe: I bet he never knew he'd be
dead just a few hours later...
Phoenix: (Gee, you think?)
>Examine: Lana's Desk
Phoenix: This was Lana's desk. It sure
is tidy.
Ema: Lana's always been a
meticulous cleaner.
Phoenix: There's not even any dust on
it! Looks like someone's still
keeping it clean.
Phoenix: Does Lana ever come
back here?
Gumshoe: No.
Gumshoe: Chief Gant must still keep it
clean in memory of their
partnership.
Gumshoe: They were the stuff legends
are made of!
Phoenix: (Does he keep it in memory of
her, or in memory of the
crime...?)
>Examine: Organ
Gumshoe: The Chief's organ sure is a
sight to behold.
Gumshoe: Occasionally we hear him
playing it from the Criminal
Affairs department.
Phoenix: (That's on the 2nd floor,
and this is the 15th!)
Gumshoe: When a detective screws up,
the Chief calls him to his
office...
Gumshoe: and makes him listen to the
organ for hours.
Ema: What's so bad about that?
Music soothes the soul!
Gumshoe: After that,
Gumshoe: the detective can't hear
anything for days except for
the ringing in his ears.
Phoenix: (So it's an instrument of
punishment... literally.)
Ema: But aren't the Chief's ears
affected?
Gumshoe: ...
Gumshoe: He never listens to anyone
anyway.
Phoenix: (That's besides the point...)
>Examine: Floor
Ema: This mark looks like some kind
of flower.
Gumshoe: Word is, it's designed
after the insignia on the
prosecutor's badge.
Phoenix: "Prosecutor's badge"...?
Gumshoe: Yeah, like the one hanging
from your collar.
Phoenix: What!? They have badges too!?
Gumshoe: The design's supposed to
portray the severity of the
punishment system.
Ema: Now that you mention it, it
does look all pointy and kind
of painful.
Phoenix: But Mr. Edgeworth never wears
a badge.
Gumshoe: That's because he's a sharp
dresser.
Gumshoe: A badge like that wouldn't go
too well with his outfit.
Ema: So sharp dressers don't need
to wear badges?
Gumshoe: I guess everyone just kind of
lets it slide.
Phoenix: (I don't see how that's
supposed to signify severe
punishment...)
>Examine: Safe
Phoenix: This is a safe, isn't it?
Gumshoe: "Safe"... that word is ripe
with intrigue!
Phoenix: Uh, okay. If you say so...
Ema: It looks like a code needs
to be entered in this panel to
open it.
Phoenix: (A seven-digit number. I think
I just might know what it
is...)
[E5-07-01]
A>Input number
B>Don't touch it
[E5-07-01-B]
Answer: Don't touch it
Phoenix: (I'm not sure what will happen
if we enter the wrong code.)
Phoenix: (I'd better wait until I find
something more definite.)
Ema: A seven-digit number...
Didn't we see one of those
somewhere?
Gumshoe: How about we try entering my
birth date?
[E5-07-01-A]
Answer: Input number
Gumshoe: Do you know what it is?
Phoenix: I have a hunch...
Gumshoe: Oh, I know!
You want to try my birth date?
It's...
Phoenix: (I have a better idea. Here
goes nothing.)
[E5-07-02]
A>Input: 7777777
B>Input: [anything else]
[E5-07-02-B]
Answer: Input: [anything else]
Ema: I guess that wasn't it.
Phoenix: I was so sure that was the
number!
Ema: Maybe we should check the
Court Record again!
Phoenix: (A seven-digit number...)
[E5-07-02-A]
Answer: Input: 7777777
Code confirmed. Access granted.
Phoenix: Bingo.
Ema: What number did you enter!?
Gumshoe: Whose birthday was that, pal?
Phoenix: "7777777."
The final ID card number on
that record.
Ema: What?
Phoenix: The number of the mysterious
"executive officer" who
entered the room that day.
Gumshoe: You mean,
Gumshoe: "Sevensevensevensevenseven-
seven"?
That ID number!?
Phoenix: I think you're one "seven" shy
this time.
Phoenix: This can only mean one thing:
That's Chief Gant's ID number!
Ema: Say...
Anyone care to look inside?
>Examine: Open Safe
Gumshoe: Is there any money in there?
How much does he have stashed
away!?
Ema: Look! It's a... a...
Gumshoe: a shard from a broken cup.
Phoenix: (This somehow looks familiar.
Where have I seen this
before...?)
Ema: There's something else in
here too.
Phoenix: What's this?
It looks like a piece of
leather cloth...
Ema: This is a handprint,
isn't it?
Gumshoe: Hey! I saw someone wearing a
shirt like that once!
Gumshoe: You think the Chief
made up the design?
Ema: Uh... I don't think so.
Gumshoe: Oh. Well, it was just a
thought.
Ema: Is that it? This is all that
was in the safe?
Phoenix: Apparently so. It's empty now.
Gumshoe: A piece of cloth with a
handprint on it,
and a broken shard from a cup.
Phoenix: They look like pieces of
evidence,
Gumshoe: but unless you can prove
they have something to do with
this case,
Gumshoe: I'm afraid I can't just let
you take them.
Gumshoe: After all, it's my neck on the
line here!
Phoenix: (Great. Now I have to prove
their "relevancy" to get
them.)
Phoenix: (How are these two items
related to the SL-9
Incident?)
Ema: Come on! There's got to be
something we can show the
detective!
>Examine: Gant's Desk
Ema: Wow! Look at the size of Chief
Gant's desk!
Phoenix: (Speaking of that, when we
were here earlier...)
Gant: Oh, it's you two.
Phoenix: Chief Gant!
Phoenix: (He put that paper he was
reading in his desk.)
Phoenix: I wonder what he was reading?
Gumshoe: This looks like a list of
evidence... used in
a case.
Phoenix: A list of evidence?
Gumshoe: In most cases the list runs
twice as long as this.
Ema: Hey, look at the case name!
Gumshoe: Huh? "SL-9 Incident"!
I wonder what this is doing
here...
Phoenix: Hold on, Detective!
What did you just say?
Gumshoe: I said, "I wonder what..."
Phoenix: No, about evidence lists.
Normally they're twice as
long?
Gumshoe: That's right. I guess there
wasn't a lot of evidence.
Phoenix: (A half-sized list of
evidence...)
Edgeworth: That list of evidence. It
seems too short.
Edgeworth: Most lists...
run twice as long.
Phoenix: (What would the other half of
the list be doing here?)
Ema: I knew it! The Chief must be
hiding something about that
case!
Phoenix: It would appear so.
Evidence List added to
the Court Record.
>Examine: Gant's Desk
Ema: Wow! Look at the size of Chief
Gant's desk!
Phoenix: We found this inside the
drawer.
Phoenix: A list of evidence from the
SL-9 Incident.
Ema: Mr. Edgeworth had the other
half of that list!
Phoenix: (What would this list be
doing here...?)
Phoenix: (We'd better look a little
more into this list.)
>Examine: Suit of Armor
Phoenix: This is the real deal, isn't
it? This armor and these
weapons?
Gumshoe: Sure is, pal. The Chief
doesn't care for imitations.
Phoenix: First the pipe organ, now this
armor...
Phoenix: Do you know how many
taxpayer dollars must have
gone into this room?
Ema: What? You mean we're paying
for this!?
Ema: That's it. I'm not paying one
cent of my taxes!
Phoenix: (You don't have any taxes to
pay.)
Gumshoe: Ssh!
Be careful of what you say!
Gumshoe: Who knows? The Chief may be
hiding in this armor as we
speak!
Phoenix: I don't think he'd fit in
there.
Ema: Even if he did, he'd never be
able to get back out.
Gumshoe: Cut it out! You guys don't
know how scary that guy can
be!
>Examine: Right Window
Ema: You can see pretty far from 15
stories up.
Ema: If you were to drop that suit
of armor from here...
Gumshoe: At first the Chief wanted to
use stained glass for this
window.
Ema: Really? Why didn't he?
Gumshoe: They say he changed his mind
because he wouldn't be able to
see the view.
Ema: Oh.
Phoenix: (Stained glass or not, it's a
huge window...)
>Activate Luminol Reagent
>Spray: Floor near Lana's desk
Ema: Whoa!
This area must have been
covered in blood!
Phoenix: Is this from that incident?
Ema: It must be. When Prosecutor
Neil Marshall was murdered.
Ema: Two years have passed, so the
reaction's kind of dull.
Phoenix: (So a murder really did take
place here.)
>Present: Irrelevant Evidence
Gumshoe: If I'm fired, I won't be able
to give you any information!
Gumshoe: So that's why I have to get it
all out of my system now!
Gumshoe: You understand, don't you?
Ema: Don't be so negative,
Detective!
Ema: We do want you to share your
information, though.
Gumshoe: Oh, who am I fooling?
I've never had anything
useful to share to begin with.
Ema: Argh!
Got... to stay... positive!
>Present: Evidence List
Ema: That's what the Chief was
reading before, isn't it?
Ema: You know, when we first came
in here?
Phoenix: Yeah. It looks like the right
side of the form's been torn
off.
Ema: So Mr. Edgeworth's list really
was only half of the whole
thing!
Gumshoe: Something else is buggin' me
more than that.
Gumshoe: Take a look at the back of
that form, pal.
Phoenix: (The back...?)
>Present: Unstable Jar
Phoenix: Detective Gumshoe. Could you
have another look at this jar?
Gumshoe: All of us put that back
together. Oh, those were the
days...
Phoenix: (It's kind of early to be
nostalgic.)
Ema: Wasn't this jar a piece of
evidence from that case?
Gumshoe: That's right. One of the
shards had an "SL-9 Incident"
sticker on it.
Phoenix: Doesn't this ring any bells?
You kow, that fragment we
just found?
Gumshoe: You mean this one, that was in
the safe?
Ema: Yes, that one... that was in
the safe.
Gumshoe: ...
Gumshoe: !
Gumshoe: Now that you mention it, it's
ringing a lot of bells!
Gumshoe: Let's see if it fits!
[E5-07-03]
A>Assemble fragments
B>Leave it be for now
[E5-07-03-B]
Answer: Leave it be for now
Phoenix: Maybe we shouldn't do this
right now.
Gumshoe: What!?
Gumshoe: Look, bud. You don't get
someone all worked up, then
just leave them hanging!
Gumshoe: You're as bad as that girl I
met back when I was 16...
Ema: Sixteen... That's the same age
I am.
I wonder what happened?
Phoenix: (It's hard to imagine
Detective Gumshoe had a
childhood.)
Ema: Well, if we don't do it now,
then let's at least do it
later!
[E5-07-03-A]
Answer: Assemble fragments
Phoenix: Here, let me see that shard.
I'll take a crack at this.
Gumshoe: Go ahead, pal. Show us what a
rookie can do!
Ema: Mr. Wright! Here's some glue!
Phoenix: (If I can piece this together
again...)
Phoenix: (it'll prove Chief Gant was
knowingly hiding evidence!)
Phoenix: (Here goes...)
[E5-07-04]
A>Combine
B>Back
[E5-07-04-B]
Answer: Back
Phoenix: I don't get it! This piece
doesn't fit anywhere in this
jar!
Ema: What? But it has to!
Phoenix: Well, I need a breather. I'll
try it again later.
Ema: If you don't, I'll switch your
eyedrops with my special
solution!
[E5-07-04-A]
Answer: Combine
Phoenix: There! It fits like a charm.
That of course means...
Phoenix: Chief Gant willingly and
knowingly hid a piece of this
jar in his safe.
Ema: !
Phoenix: In other words, he concealed a
piece of evidence from the SL-9
Incident.
Ema: But...
Gumshoe: Hey guys!
Get a load of this!
Phoenix: What is it?
Gumshoe: This piece you just
attached...
Gumshoe: it's different
from the others!
Ema: There's a reddish line on it!
Phoenix: (A reddish line...)
Phoenix: (That's blood!)
Gumshoe: I don't get it!
Gumshoe: Why would Chief Gant hide this
in his safe?
The Unstable Jar data has been
updated.
>Present: Unstable Jar
Gumshoe: I feel a lot better now that
this jar's complete.
Ema: But it only raises another
question:
Ema: What was a piece of it doing
in the Chief's safe?
Gumshoe: More importantly, why wasn't
there any money in there?
Gumshoe: Isn't that what safes are for
anyway!?
Phoenix: (I have a feeling the outcome
of tomorrow's trial just
might hinge on this...)
>Present: Fingerprinting Set
Phoenix: Detective Gumshoe.
I'd like you to have a look at
this.
Gumshoe: Hey, I know what that is!
So, you want to take some
fingerprints?
Ema: That's a great idea,
Detective!
Gumshoe: All right, go to town.
Sheesh!
Gumshoe: ...
Ema: ...
Phoenix: What are you doing? Why are
you sticking out your hand
like that?
Gumshoe: Go ahead.
Take my fingerprints.
Ema: ...
Ema: Um, it's not your fingerprints
we want to take.
Gumshoe: Huh?
Phoenix: Come on, this isn't the time
for jokes.
Phoenix: We're talking about that cloth
we found in the safe!
Gumshoe: Oh! Heh heh!
I knew that. The one with the
hand print on it, right?
Gumshoe: Sheesh, where's your sense of
humor?
Ema: Okay, Mr. Wright. Let's check
for prints!
Ema: Sprinkle the powder on the
cloth,
Ema: then, once they've been
absorbed into the prints, blow
the rest away!
Phoenix: (What are you, my mom? I
don't have to be told a
million times.)
Phoenix: All right, let's get this
over with!
>Select which finger to examine
>Examine: Thumb, index, ring or pinky finger
[E5-07-05]
A>Spread the powder and blow
B>Back
[E5-07-05-B]
Answer: Back
Phoenix: (I think I'd like to try one
of the other fingerprints.)
Ema: Okay, let's move on to a
different finger!
[E5-07-05-A]
Answer: Spread the powder and blow
Phoenix: Hmm...
I gave it my best shot.
Ema: That kind of result won't be
any good for matching prints,
will it?
Phoenix: But it doesn't look like
we'll get a clearer result
from this print.
Ema: Ok, let's try a different
finger, then!
>Select which finger to examine
>Examine: Middle finger
[E5-07-06]
A>Compare: Ema
B>Compare: Anyone else
[E5-07-06-B]
Answer: Compare: Anyone else
>Comparing...
Comparison complete.
No matches found.
Ema: No, that doesn't match.
Phoenix: It looks like we're out of
clues this time.
Ema: Yeah...
Ema: But it was inside the Chief's
safe.
Phoenix: Right,
along with that shard.
Ema: So that means it's got to have
something to do with that
incident!
Phoenix: (The one that happened right
here in this room... She's
right!)
Phoenix: (We should check the
fingerprints of everyone who
was in here that day!)
Gumshoe: The way I see it, there's a
higher power at work here.
You just gotta have faith.
[E5-07-06-A]
Answer: Compare: Ema
>Comparing...
Comparison complete.
Match found.
Phoenix: (No... How can this be!?)
Phoenix: (What are Ema's fingerprints
doing here!?)
Ema: Hey, you found a match?
Whose fingerprints were they!?
Phoenix: Huh? Oh, uh... it seems the
prints are too old.
Phoenix: They aren't clear enough to
get a match.
Ema: Oh... That's too bad.
I thought they'd be Darke's
prints.
Gumshoe: Psst! Hey you.
Over here.
Gumshoe: What's going on here? What are
that kid's prints doing inside
the Chief's safe?
Phoenix: Don't ask me!
Phoenix: Let's just keep this
information from Ema for now.
Gumshoe: ...
Gumshoe: Here. Maybe you should hold
onto this.
Strip of Cloth folded and
added to the Court Record.
>Present: Strip of Cloth
Phoenix: What is this strip of cloth,
anyway?
Gumshoe: It's smooth, and sort of feels
like vinyl.
Gumshoe: I think I've felt something
like this before...
Gumshoe: ...
Nah, I can't remember.
Phoenix: It seems this is becoming a
habit with you.
Gumshoe: I can't keep anything in my
head lately!
Ema: Note to Self: Detective
Gumshoe is going senile.
Phoenix: (Ema's fingerprints were found
on this cloth.)
Phoenix: (I have a bad feeling about
this...)
>Talk: The Chief's office
Phoenix: That desk on the other side of
the room... Was that your
sister's?
Ema: Yes.
That's where I was waiting for
Lana...
Ema: on that day two years ago.
Phoenix: Is anyone using it now?
Gumshoe: No sir. This is entirely
Chief Gant's office now.
Gumshoe: He practices a strict policy
of "preserving the crime
scene."
Phoenix: (That's a strange reason to
leave it there...)
Gumshoe: He leaves it as a warning to
everyone else. He wants us
to always be alert.
Gumshoe: He told us so himself at our
New Year's party.
Gumshoe: Of course, he was pretty
intoxicated at the time.
Phoenix: I see.
Ema: So ever since Lana left,
no one ever touches that desk?
Gumshoe: No one except Chief Gant...
and the cleaning lady who's in
here each morning.
Phoenix: (Still, two years have passed
since that incident.)
Phoenix: (There can't possibly be any
clues remaining.)
>Talk: Chief Gant
Gumshoe: Can I ask you something?
Phoenix: Sure.
Gumshoe: You only came here to look
around, right? Because it's
one of the SL-9 crime scenes.
Gumshoe: I mean, that's your only
reason for coming here, isn't
it?
Phoenix: ...
Why do you ask?
Gumshoe: You don't think... Nah!
You wouldn't be... No.
Gumshoe: ...
Gumshoe: No, there's no way.
Never mind.
Don't worry about it.
Phoenix: Okay.
Now then, let's look around a
bit more.
Gumshoe: Hey, hold on!
Not so fast, buddy!
Phoenix: Huh? What is it?
Gumshoe: When someone tells you "don't
worry about it," it's supposed
to start bothering you, pal!
Gumshoe: You don't just let it go at
that!
Phoenix: S-sorry.
(This guy's starting to get on
my nerves.)
Phoenix: Okay, so what's bothering you?
Gumshoe: You two don't think...
Gumshoe: Chief Gant...
might be a suspect, do you?
Ema: What!?
Yeah, Mr. Wright! What do we
think of him?
Phoenix: (Chief Gant...
So it's finally come to
this.)
Phoenix: (What do I think of him?)
Phoenix: (Perhaps it's best I don't
divulge my feelings... yet.)
Gumshoe: There he goes, ignoring me
again.
Gumshoe: Well? Was I any help?
Phoenix: Of course!
Phoenix: Thanks to your ID card, we
were able to get some hard
evidence.
???: Now that's not very kind, is
it?
???: In other words, if it wasn't
for his ID card, he would
have been useless...
Gant: Isn't that right, you in the
coat?
Ema: EEEEEK!
Gumshoe: C-Chief Gant!
Phoenix: We didn't think you'd be
back so soon.
Gant: Fortunately I'm a man who
believes in signs.
Gant: As I was walking to my
meeting,
Gant: I happened to look out a
window and saw a stray dog run
right into a pole.
Gant: Just then I thought of a
certain detective.
Gumshoe: Do you mean... m-me, sir?
Gant: Now then,
I'm afraid I'm going to have
to ask you all to leave.
Ema: Y-yes sir!
Sorry...
Gant: Oh, you in the coat.
Gumshoe: Me, sir!?
Gant: Drop off your ID on the way
out.
Gant: You won't be needing it
anymore.
Gumshoe: But sir...
Gant: Now get out!
Gumshoe: Y-y-yes sir!
Phoenix: We'll be on our way too, then.
Gant: Wait. You, the one without
the spiky hair.
Gant: Don't go yet.
Ema: M-me, sir!?
Gant: I'd like a word with you.
Ema: But sir!
I'm not a licensed
scientific investigator yet!
Gant: You with the spiky hair.
You're free to go.
Ema: M-Mr. Wright!!!
Gumshoe: Look, pal! If I've told you
once I've told you a thousand
times...
Gumshoe: The Chief's office is off
limits!
Gumshoe: But no, you just had to go
sneaking in there like that,
didn't you!?
Phoenix: I thought you said you didn't
care anymore if you were
fired.
Gumshoe: Yeah, but if I knew it'd be
like this,
Gumshoe: I never would've said it!
Phoenix: (Now that I've seen the
evidence Chief Gant was
hiding in his office...)
Phoenix: (I think I'm finally starting
to get the picture...)
Phoenix: (It's hard to believe anyone
could keep quiet about it all
this time...)
Gumshoe: Anyway, you listenin' to me!?
Gumshoe: I'm gonna try to smooth
things over with the Chief
again!
Gumshoe: Later, pal!
Phoenix: After that, I heard from Ema.
She said the police want to
ask her some questions,
Phoenix: so she'll be busy for the rest
of the day...
February 24
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
Lana: I see. So the Chief asked Ema
to come in for questioning...
Phoenix: It's no use thinking about it.
Tomorrow's the final day in
court.
Phoenix: I'm committed to doing
everything I can to defend
you, which is why I'm here.
Lana: But I've already told you all
I can...
Phoenix: What you've told me over these
past couple of days...
Phoenix: is absolutely nothing. Not a
single, useful thing.
Lana: Really?
I believe I did mention
something quite important.
Lana: Something I told you right at
the beginning.
Lana: I said that I was the one who
stabbed Detective Goodman.
Phoenix: You know, I think I've finally
figured it out...
Phoenix: Who it is you're hiding behind
those words.
Lana: ...
Lana: Mia did a good job mentoring
you. I'm rather jealous...
Phoenix: !
Lana: It seems Edgeworth was right.
Phoenix: Edgeworth...?
Lana: Once you're convinced you
know something, no one can
persuade you otherwise.
Lana: "Thick headed" is the term he
used, I believe.
Phoenix: (Now's my chance to get her to
tell me the rest of the
story!)
>Move
Phoenix: I need to hear what Lana has
to say. Then I can finish up
the investigation.
>Present: [anything]
Phoenix: (Showing evidence isn't going
to do me any good now.)
Phoenix: (I've got to get Lana to tell
me everything she's hiding!)
Lana: Mr. Wright.
Lana: You're evolving by leaps and
bounds.
Lana: I'm starting to see the hunger
in your eyes.
>Talk: Keeping quiet
Phoenix: I have to admit I was more
than a little perplexed at
first.
Phoenix: You insisted you "did it," yet
there was no incriminating
evidence.
Phoenix: That's when it hit me. It's
not that you're unwilling to
tell the truth,
Phoenix: it's that you're incapable of
doing so, because of a
certain individual.
Lana: What an intriguing notion.
A certain, "individual," you
say?
Lana: So you think I'm...
protecting this person?
Phoenix: Protecting? No. I think
"afraid of" is more like it.
Lana: !
Phoenix: If I'm not mistaken, the
person in question may have
persuaded you to silence.
Lana: ...
Lana: For argument's sake, Mr.
Wright, whom may I ask is this
person you're speaking of?
Lana: The one I am supposedly so
"frightened" of?
What is this person's name?
[E5-07-07]
A>Present: Damon Gant
B>Present: Anyone else
[E5-07-07-B]
Answer: Present: Anyone else
Phoenix: The person whom you fear...
is this!
Lana: To be honest, there's someone
a bit scarier.
Phoenix: W-who would that be?
Lana: Why you, of course.
Phoenix: Me?
Lana: Yes. You seriously believe
what you're saying, don't you?
Now that's scary.
Phoenix: I, uh...
Lana: You seem to have the makings
of a criminal in you, what
with all your fallacious
Lana: accusations. Care to spend
tonight in the next cell?
Phoenix: (If you ask me, you're the
scary one...)
[E5-07-07-A]
Answer: Present: Damon Gant
Phoenix: Well, Ms. Skye?
Lana: ...
Lana: Mr. Wright. You are addressing
the Chief Prosecutor.
Lana: Do not forget your place.
Phoenix: (I take it she's still not
ready to spill the beans.)
Lana: My apologies.
Lana: Could you please tell me a
bit more about the
circumstances?
>Talk: Damon Gant
Lana: We were partners until two
years ago.
Lana: I respected him as a
detective.
Phoenix: Assuming he is respectable,
then tell me something...
Phoenix: Why would he try to hide his
crimes?
Lana: His "crimes"...?
Phoenix: Both you and Edgeworth will be
brought before a board of
inquiry for what you did.
Phoenix: Specifically, hiding and
forging evidence.
Lana: Of course, these are serious
offenses...
Phoenix: Why is it, though, that Chief
Gant's name was never
mentioned?
Lana: Chief Gant...?
Phoenix: Edgeworth didn't know the
truth behind the forgery.
Phoenix: The only party who could have
possible investigated that
evidence was...
Lana: Me.
Lana: I had access because I was
second in command of that
investigation.
Phoenix: Yes you, but also one other:
Damon Gant.
Lana: ...
Lana: If you intend to accuse Chief
Gant, you'll need more than
just words.
Lana: Show me proof that Chief Gant
falsified evidence in that
case!
[E5-07-08]
A>Present: Unstable Jar
B>Present: [anything else]
[E5-07-08-B]
Answer: Present: [anything else]
Phoenix: You want proof of the Chief's
wrongdoings?
Here it is!
Lana: That "evidence" proves someone
is doing something wrong all
right,
Lana: but it's not the Chief.
Phoenix: W-who would that be?
Lana: Why you, of course.
Phoenix: Me?
Lana: Yes. You seriously believe
what you're saying, don't you?
Now that's scary.
Phoenix: I, uh...
Lana: You seem to have the makings
of a criminal in you, what
with all your fallacious
Lana: accusations. Care to spend
tonight in the next cell?
Phoenix: (If you ask me, you're the
scary one...)
[E5-07-08-A]
Answer: Present: Unstable Jar
Phoenix: I just found this in a safe
in the Chief's office.
Phoenix: This jar piece,
and this strip of cloth.
Phoenix: Do you know what these are?
They're pieces of evidence
from the SL-9 Incident!
Lana: I...
Phoenix: The person concealing evidence
was none other than Chief Gant
himself.
Phoenix: Now tell me! Why are you
taking all the blame for him!?
Lana: ...
Touché, Mr. Wright.
Lana: It's as you surmised. I cannot
disobey the Chief's orders...
Lana: even if it means being found
guilty for murder.
Phoenix: Why not?
Lana: Come now, Mr. Wright. You
can't possibly expect me to be
able to tell you that.
Lana: Three days ago...
I had no choice but to
cooperate.
Phoenix: (In the murder of Detective
Goodman!)
Lana: Or perhaps I should say,
"follow orders."
Lana: Yes, that's more accurate than
"cooperate."
>Talk: "Orders"
Lana: Although I can't tell you the
details,
Lana: I can say that I was given an
order that day.
"I need you to dispose of
Bruce Goodman's body."
"You'll find it inside the
trunk of Miles Edgeworth's
car."
Phoenix: Just as I suspected.
Phoenix: Despite what everyone
believes...
Phoenix: you were not the one who
murdered Detective Goodman!
Lana: Correct.
Lana: I was trying to take the body
out of Edgeworth's car.
Lana: The trunk was broken.
Lana: I discovered that murder
weapon while inspecting the
body.
Phoenix: The murder weapon...
You mean, Edgeworth's knife?
Lana: No.
Lana: When I found the body, this
was the knife stuck in it.
Phoenix: (The knife from the SL-9
Incident... serial killer
Joe Darke's knife!)
Lana: I couldn't just leave that
knife in him,
Lana: so I took it out and stabbed
him with another knife.
Phoenix: That would be Edgeworth's
knife?
Lana: That's right.
Lana: Even though he was already
dead, my hands were shaking at
the thought of stabbing him.
Lana: That's why I ended up cutting
my hand.
Phoenix: And that is the reason for the
bandage on your right hand?
Lana: Yes. It seems that I got
blood on the victim's shoes
as well.
Lana: And then...
Lana: she saw me just as I plunged
the knife in.
Phoenix: (Ms. Starr...)
Phoenix: Why did you need to hide
Darke's knife so badly?
>Talk: Darke's Knife
Lana: It took a lot of work to
finally close the Darke case
two years ago.
Lana: It was over with.
I didn't ever want it to be
opened again.
Lana: My intent was to prevent that
by whatever means possible.
Phoenix: So... you hid Darke's knife?
Lana: The weapon used to stab the
detective was evidence in the
Joe Darke case...
Lana: If word got out, which it
would, the reporters would
have a field day with that.
Phoenix: So you wrapped the knife in
your scarf, and hid it.
Phoenix: In Edgeworth's exhaust pipe...
Lana: Right. Then I called my
sister,
Lana: to tell her what happened, and
to ask her to hide the knife
that was inside my muffler.
Phoenix: You asked Ema?
Lana: I didn't want anyone on the
force to know about this.
Phoenix: (That would explain why Ema
is so confident...)
Phoenix: (about Lana's innocence!)
Lana: Speaking of phone calls, I had
a bad feeling about one of
them that day.
Phoenix: A bad feeling?
Lana: The truth is, after I
received those orders from
Chief Gant.
Lana: The first thing I did was
make a phone call.
Lana: A phone call to Patrolman
Jake Marshall.
Phoenix: To Marshall?
Why on earth would you call
him?
Lana: The lead investigator for
the SL-9 Incident had been
murdered.
Lana: I wanted that fact to be kept
hidden, and I needed help.
Lana: He was the only other person
I could trust.
Lana: Or at least, I thought I could
trust him at the time.
Lana: However, it seems that after
I spoke to him he went off
on an escapade of his own...
Phoenix: Oh! You mean...
Lana: Not wanting the case to die,
he decided to take things into
his own hands.
Phoenix: (He disguised himself as
Officer Goodman and tried to
steal the evidence!)
Lana: He had already stolen the ID
card...
Lana: but it seems he still hadn't
made up his mind to break into
the evidence room.
Lana: After my phone call, any
remaining doubts he had must
have disappeared.
Phoenix: So your phone call caused the
incident in the evidence
room!?
Lana: I'm afraid that's all I can
tell you.
Phoenix: But Lana...
Lana: You've earned my respect, Mr.
Wright. Both as a defense
attorney and an investigator.
Lana: Now please...
Lana: Don't pursue this any further
in court tomorrow!
Phoenix: (Tomorrow's trial...
There's only one way to drive
off Lana's demons...)
Phoenix: (I've got to get to the bottom
of everything!)
Phoenix: (Detective Goodman's real
murderer...)
Phoenix: (and what went down in the
Chief's office two years
ago...)
To be continued.
Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Episode 5, Chapter 8
Pazu (lon_lsama@hotmail.com)
Rise from the Ashes
Day 4 - Trial Former
February 25, 9:47 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
Phoenix: (This is the Defendant Lobby
all right... but there's no
defendant.)
Phoenix: (I've been trying to reach
Lana all morning.
Where could she be?)
Phoenix: (And where's Ema, for that
matter? It almost seems as
if...)
???: Something's been happening
behind the scenes...
Phoenix: Edgeworth!
Edgeworth: Knowing you, you've already
figured it out...
Edgeworth: Who the owner of the "7777777"
ID number is.
Phoenix: Well... I have a pretty strong
hunch.
Phoenix: (Looks like I'm not the only
one who's figured it out.)
Edgeworth: You know, the only reason this
trial didn't reach a verdict
yesterday...
Edgeworth: is because there was still
room for doubt on this ID
record.
Edgeworth: If that number does belong to
whom you suspect, then no
doubt will remain.
Edgeworth: After all, he hasn't been
officially charged with
anything.
Phoenix: True... Not yet.
Edgeworth: In any event, once all doubt
has been removed from that
list, I can call for a ruling
Edgeworth: on the defendant. Five minutes
after the trial starts...
Lana will be found guilty.
Phoenix: But she didn't do it!
Edgeworth: I figured you'd say as much.
That's why I came here...
to hear what you have to say.
Phoenix: (This is the first time he's
ever done something like
this...)
Phoenix: Lana's hiding something,
and the only way we'll
ever know the truth...
Phoenix: is to draw it out of her.
Edgeworth: The "truth"?
Phoenix: Everything goes back to the
SL-9 Incident.
Edgeworth: Don't be stupid! Today's the
last day of the trial.
Edgeworth: We don't have time to
reminisce about the past!
Phoenix: That depends on you.
Edgeworth: ...!
Phoenix: If she's found guilty, you'll
lose your only chance to find
out what really happened.
Edgeworth: ...
I'll think about it.
Edgeworth: See you in court, Wright.
Phoenix: (This is it.)
Phoenix: (If I'm ever going to find out
what Chief Gant has on her,
it's now!)
February 25, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 9
Judge: Court is now in
session for the trial
of Ms. Lana Skye.
Phoenix: The defense is ready,
Your Honor.
Edgeworth: The prosecution is ready,
Your Honor.
Judge: Normally this is when the
prosecution puts forth its
opening statement,
Edgeworth: ?
Judge: but before that, the police
chief has a proposal to make.
Phoenix: (Chief Gant...!)
Gant: Mornin' folks. How's everyone
doing? Hey, Udgey. Been back
to the pool yet?
Judge: No, I've been drowning enough
as it is in my work.
Gant: Ho! That's a good one! Don't
think I can top that!
Edgeworth: If you don't mind me asking,
Chief, exactly what is this
"proposal" of yours?
Gant: Lana... that is to say, the
defendant,
Gant: has asked me if she could
speak directly to the court.
Phoenix: (She wants to do what!?)
Gant: Having heard what she intends
to say, I feel she should be
granted her request.
Gant: In the end, it should save
everyone a lot of time and
trouble.
Edgeworth: What's this all about,
defendant?
Lana: I'd just like to make one
simple request, and I'll be
finished.
Judge: Well then? What's your
request?
Lana: Your Honor, I'd like you to
put an immediate end to this
trial.
Phoenix: Huh!?
Lana: I confess to all charges
against me.
Lana: On February 21 of this year,
I murdered Detective Bruce
Goodman...
Lana: in the underground parking lot
of the Prosecutor's Office.
Phoenix: No, Lana!
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: You can't!
Phoenix: Your Honor. The defendant's
claim does not change the
defense's plea!
Lana: In that case, Mr. Wright,
Lana: I no longer require your
services.
Phoenix: But Lana!
Lana: Your Honor.
I hereby forfeit my right to
an attorney.
Lana: The prosecution may lack
direct evidence against me,
Lana: but it has sufficiently proven
its case through testimony and
circumstantial evidence.
Lana: I would like you to render
your verdict now, if you
please.
Judge: Hmm...
Judge: Well, the defendant certainly
has the right to self
representation...
Judge: Her request is legally valid,
although this is an
unprecedented situation.
Judge: Indeed, it appears there's no
need to continue this
trial...
Judge: even if Mr. Wright may feel
otherwise.
Phoenix: (This can't be happening!)
Judge: It appears the time for the
verdict has arrived. This
court finds the defendant...
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: One moment, Your Honor.
Judge: M-Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth: The prosecution has not yet
proven the defendant guilty
beyond reasonable doubt.
Edgeworth: Any ruling at this stage would
certainly be premature.
Gant: Come now, Worthy.
Gant: I understand this is a
difficult time for you,
Gant: but why don't you just be a
good little boy and keep your
mouth shut, hmm?
Edgeworth: Hmph.
Edgeworth: I don't think I care for your
tone... Chief Gant.
Gant: What?
Edgeworth: Creating another fabrication
to cover up your past
mistakes...
Edgeworth: Sorry, but I'm no longer the
naive little "boy" you would
have me be.
Phoenix: ...
Edgeworth: With this sudden confession
from the defendant...
Edgeworth: It's obvious to me some kind
of deal was struck behind the
scenes.
Gant: Some kind of "deal," hm?
Not everyone operates as you
do... Worthy.
Edgeworth: ...
Edgeworth: Hmph.
I thought so.
Edgeworth: Your Honor. The prosecution
would like to change its first
witness.
Judge: Oh? To whom...?
Edgeworth: As its first witness, the
prosecution would like to
call... Ms. Ema Skye!
Edgeworth: I request the court hears her
tesimony!
Lana: HOLD IT!
Lana: Mr. Edgeworth! I am
exercising my right to self
representation.
Lana: I don't think we need to
contin-
Edgeworth: I don't care what you think,
Ms. Skye.
Lana: ...!
Edgeworth: The exposure of truth
sometimes results in
tragedy...
Edgeworth: However!
No matter how tragic the truth
may be,
Edgeworth: it would be an even greater
tragedy... to avert one's
eyes from it.
Judge: Very well. The court shall
grant the prosecution's
request.
Judge: That's okay with you, right
Chief Gant?
Gant: Worthy...
You'll live to regret this.
Mark my words.
Edgeworth: Ms. Ema Skye. Please take the
stand.
Phoenix: (Looks like Edgeworth has
decided to take the horse by
the reins!)
Edgeworth: Now then, witness. Please
state your name and
occupation.
Ema: Um... M-my name is Ema.
Ema Skye.
Ema: My occupation? I'm Lana's
little sister, and I want to
be a scientific investigator!
Edgeworth: Two years ago...
Edgeworth: you encountered the serial
killer Joe Darke, of the
"Joe Darke Killings."
Edgeworth: Is this correct?
Ema: Yes.
Ema: I'm trying my hardest to
forget about that, though...
Edgeworth: I'm sorry.
Edgeworth: but I'm afraid I'm going to
have to ask you to recall
those events one more time.
Judge: Mr. Edgeworth. Please remember
this trial concerns the murder
of Detective Goodman.
Judge: Is an incident that was
resolved two years ago really
all that relevant?
Edgeworth: Yes. It most certainly is.
Judge: ...
Edgeworth: ...
Judge: W-well okay then!
Phoenix: (He sure gave in fast...)
Edgeworth: Now...
Edgeworth: please testify about what
happened to you two years ago.
Phoenix: (The trip to yesteryear has
finally begun...)
Phoenix: (It's bound to lead to the
truth behind this trial!)
Witness Testimony
-- Two Years Ago --
Ema: I was waiting in my sister's
office that day.
Ema: A man came running in,
and took me hostage.
Ema: Neil Marshall rescued me,
Ema: but I'll never forget what I
saw that instant!
Ema: The man raised up his knife,
and... and stabbed Mr.
Marshall in the chest...!
Judge: It's a good thing you weren't
harmed.
Ema: I passed out...
I don't remember much.
Judge: That's understandable.
However...
please tell me, Mr. Edgeworth.
Judge: What does this testimony have
to do with Detective Goodman's
murder?
Edgeworth: ...
Edgeworth: That will soon become
apparent, Your Honor.
Phoenix: (You've got to admire him for
his courage, considering
he has no evidence...)
Judge: Very well! The defense may
begin its cross examination.
Cross Examination
-- Two Years Ago --
Ema: I was waiting in my sister's
office that day.
>Press
Phoenix: Two years ago, the defendant
was a detective at the Police
Department, correct?
Ema: Yes. She was second in
command under Chief
Detective Gant.
Ema: My sister...
She was the best detective
ever!
Judge: Yes, I remember.
Judge: Chief Detective Gant and Ms.
Skye used to be quite the
pair.
Edgeworth: I believe they shared the same
office.
Ema: That's right.
Ema: I'd always sit at my sister's
desk,
Ema: and dream about playing that
organ.
Ema: I wanted to play it that day,
too...
Edgeworth: The Police Department and the
Prosecutor's Office held a
ceremony that day.
Ema: Lana promised to take me to
dinner after she finished her
work.
Ema: A man came running in,
and took me hostage.
>Press
Phoenix: A "man"...?
Ema: Yes, Joe Darke.
Ema: He was a...
a serial killer.
Edgeworth: Joe Darke was brought in for
questioning on the day of that
ceremony.
Edgeworth: We were desperate to get
anything on him that would
lead to an arrest.
Judge: When he saw his chance...
he fled the room, right?
Edgeworth: Upon fleeing the room, Darke
proceeded to take the
elevator.
Edgeworth: He must have been in a panic
because the elevator was
going up.
Edgeworth: Then he ran into Skye and
Gant's office.
Ema: There was a lot of noise
coming from outside, so I...
Ema: opened up the door to have a
look. That's when I saw...
Him.
Ema: Neil Marshall rescued me,
>Press
Phoenix: What was the prosecutor doing
there?
Edgeworth: That day, there were two
people present during Darke's
questioning:
Edgeworth: Detective Damon Gant,
and Prosecutor Neil Marshall.
Phoenix: (Gant was there too...?)
Edgeworth: Neil Marshall had just
received the King of
Prosecutors award.
Edgeworth: Young and dedicated, he went
straight to the questioning
room after the ceremony.
Judge: I assume that would also be
why he was the first to run
after Darke.
Ema: When Darke grabbed me, I...
I thought I was as good as
dead.
Phoenix: And that's when Prosecutor
Marshall came running in?
Ema: I... I don't clearly remember
what happened then.
Ema: But...
Ema: but I'll never forget what I
saw that instant!
>Press
Phoenix: Can you tell us about that?
Ema: Mr. Marshall jumped on Darke.
Just then...
the lights went out.
Judge: The lights?
Ema: It was just about this time of
year...
Ema: There was a terrible storm
going on, and lightning struck
nearby.
Phoenix: So the electricity went out?
Judge: Wait a minute...
Judge: If it was pitch dark in that
room...
Judge: you shouldn't have been able
to see anything, right?
Ema: Right, but just then lightning
flashed again outside.
Ema: That sudden flash left an
unforgettable image of the
scene in my mind...
Judge: I see...
Ema: I told the detective about
what I saw then.
Phoenix: The detective?
Ema: Yes. Detective Goodman.
He was in charge of the case.
Phoenix: (Detective Bruce Goodman...
The victim...)
[E5-08-01]
A> Hear more
B> Stop
[E5-08-01-A]
Answer: Hear more
Phoenix: So you spoke with Detective
Goodman about this... two
years ago.
Ema: Yes.
That's what's so scary
about this trial.
Edgeworth: And you told Detective
Goodman about what you saw?
Ema: Yes, but...
Ema: at the time, the words just
wouldn't come out.
Ema: That's why I drew a picture.
Phoenix: (A picture... Yes, I think she
mentioned that before.)
Judge: Well, Mr. Wright? Have you
heard enough?
[E5-08-02]
A> Ask about the picture
B> Stop
[E5-08-02-A]
Answer: Ask about the picture
Phoenix: The picture the witness
drew...
Phoenix: I believe it has a very
important meaning.
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: But the list of evidence I
was given two years ago didn't
contain a picture...
Judge: Witness. Would you mind if we
added this statement to your
testimony?
Ema: Y-yes, Your Honor.
[Continue at E5-08-02-C]
[E5-08-02-B]
Answer: Stop
[Continue at E5-08-01-B]
[E5-08-01-B]
Answer: Stop
Phoenix: (Poor Ema. These memories are
really torturing her. She's
been through enough already.)
Phoenix: Thank you, Ema.
You don't have to go into
that.
Edgeworth: Now then, please tell us.
Edgeworth: This scene that imprinted an
image in your mind...
Edgeworth: Can you please describe it to
us?
Ema: The man...
Ema: The man raised up his knife,
and... and stabbed Mr.
Marshall in the chest...!
>Press
Phoenix: That must have been a real
shock.
Ema: Even now when I close my eyes,
I can still see it just as
clearly.
Edgeworth: Tell us...
Edgeworth: what were you doing at that
moment?
Edgeworth: I believe you testified that
Joe Darke was holding you
hostage.
Ema: When lightning struck and the
lights went out,
Ema: Mr. Marshall jumped on Darke.
I was thrown aside and the two
began wrestling each other.
Judge: Hmm...
Ema: I'm pretty sure I was watching
them.
Phoenix: (Ema doesn't have any reason
to lie...)
Phoenix: (but Lana sure does.)
Phoenix: (I need to get Ema to tell me
as much about this as she
can!)
[E5-08-02-C]
Ema: I drew a picture of that
scene once... but it seems
to have been lost.
>Press
Phoenix: You drew a picture of the
scene you witnessed, right?
Ema: Yes. I wanted to do everything
I could to help the
investigation.
Ema: I can still see it now...
Whenever I close my eyes...
Edgeworth: That's strange...
I took over the case after
Prosecutor Marshall died,
Edgeworth: yet I never received any
picture.
Edgeworth: Perhaps the witness is
mistaken?
Ema: B-but I did draw it! I swear!
I'm not just imagining it...
Phoenix: (This picture that Ema drew...
that reminds me!)
Phoenix: (I guess I should check the
evidence again...)
Edgeworth: Well anyway. Let's continue.
Edgeworth: This scene that imprinted an
image in your mind...
Edgeworth: Can you please describe it to
us?
Ema: The man...
Ema: I drew a picture of that
scene once... but it seems
to have been lost.
>Present: Evidence List
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix: This little girl put all her
heart into drawing that
picture...
Phoenix: and yet you still insist on
denying its existence?
Edgeworth: Huh!?
Edgeworth: Hey, I'm not the bad guy!
Edgeworth: All I'm saying is that as the
prosecutor for that case, I
wasn't handed such a picture!
Phoenix: That may well be...
Phoenix: but that doesn't mean it
doesn't exist.
Behold!
Judge: This is... the evidence list
for the SL-9 Incident?
Phoenix: Please turn it over, Your
Honor.
Judge: Turn it over...? Turn...
it...
AAAAAAAHHHH! What's this!?
Edgeworth: Yes, what is that?
Ema: Hey! That's it! That's the
picture I drew!
Judge: Indeed...
Two men appear to be wrestling
here.
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: What's the meaning of this!?
Edgeworth: What are you doing with that
list!?
Phoenix: Me...?
Edgeworth: Only the prosecutor in charge
should have access to that
list!
Judge: Huh...?
Judge: These lists... They're...
They're different from each
other.
Edgeworth: What?
Judge: It would appear,
Mr. Edgeworth,
Judge: that the evidence list you
were handed two years ago...
was incomplete.
Judge: These two lists...
fit together to form one.
Judge: You can see the marks here,
where they were torn apart
from each other.
Phoenix: So you see, Mr. Edgeworth.
It's quite obvious what
happened.
Phoenix: Two years ago...
Phoenix: only half of the evidence in
that case ever reached you.
Edgeworth: What...
Edgeworth: WWWHHAAAAAAATTTTT!?
Judge: Order! Order!
Judge: Who'd have thought the picture
would have been drawn on the
back of the list...
Ema: That was handed to Detective
Goodman in the questioning
room?
Phoenix: (Wait a minute...)
Phoenix: (If this list was torn in
half, then that means...)
Phoenix: Your Honor!
Judge: Are you all right, Mr. Wright?
Your eyes are bulging from
your head...
Phoenix: If the evidence list was torn
in half...
Phoenix: then there might be more of
the drawing on the back of Mr.
Edgeworth's list!
Edgeworth: ...!
Judge: Yes, that's quite conceivable.
Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth: It's possible.
Let's see...
MM!
Edgeworth: MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
Judge: Is something wrong?
Phoenix: (Do you even have to ask?)
Edgeworth: Sorry, Your Honor.
Edgeworth: There is something drawn on
the back of my list.
Edgeworth: This is that... thing!
Judge: ...
Judge: That's that... that thing!
Judge: That thing that was dancing in
the evidence room!
Edgeworth: Apparently the Head of
Criminal Affairs used this for
his blueprint.
Phoenix: (I guess he was out of scrap
paper...)
Ema: ...
The Evidence List has been
updated.
[Item Description: Evidence List]
Type: Documents
Submitted as evidence
during the trial.
Judge: Very well.
Witness,
Judge: Will you please testify about
this picture you drew two
years ago?
Ema: ...Huh?
Oh, Y-yes sir, Your Honor!
Phoenix: (What's wrong with Ema?)
Phoenix: (She seemed to be thinking
about something when she saw
the picture.)
Witness Testimony
-- Ema's Picture --
Ema: This is the picture I drew two
years ago.
Ema: The flash of lightning was so
bright all I could see were
shadows.
Ema: After that I must have
fainted.
Ema: This picture shows exactly
what I saw that instant!
Judge: To think a flash of lightning
could burn such an image in
your mind...
Phoenix: (Thanks to that though, she
was able to show us exactly
what she saw!)
Judge: Well, I don't see any
contradictions here.
Judge: This clearly shows Joe Darke
about to murder Prosecutor
Neil Marshall.
Edgeworth: ...
Judge: The defense may now begin its
cross-examination.
Cross Examination
-- Ema's Picture --
Ema: This is the picture I drew two
years ago.
>Press
Phoenix: Did you draw this picture
right after the incident?
Ema: Um...
Ema: I think I drew it two or three
days later.
Ema: At first I was in such a state
of shock that I couldn't do
anything...
Edgeworth: During that time the detective
team was reorganized.
Edgeworth: Detective Goodman was placed
in charge...
Edgeworth: under the direction of Damon
Gant and Lana Skye.
Phoenix: (Two or three days later...)
Phoenix: (The memory should still have
been fresh in her mind.)
Judge: Excuse me, witness,
Judge: but can you please tell us why
this picture is painted all
black?
Ema: The flash of lightning was so
bright all I could see were
shadows.
>Press
Phoenix: So at the time, you didn't even
know it was Mr. Marshall who
had come to your rescue?
Ema: No... I couldn't see him
clearly.
Ema: The lightning was so bright...
and I was knocked to the
floor.
Phoenix: You were knocked to the floor?
Ema: Darke had a tight grip on me,
but when Mr. Marshall jumped
on him,
Ema: I was knocked away.
Ema: I turned around,
and that's when the lightning
flashed.
Phoenix: (Poor Ema... I'm just glad she
wasn't hurt.)
Edgeworth: What happened after the
lightning flashed?
Ema: After that I must have
fainted.
>Press
Phoenix: You mean, you didn't see
the actual murder take place?
Ema: No.
I-I'm sorry...
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: The flash of lightning only
drove off the darkness for a
split second. Not only that,
Edgeworth: but the trauma of the
situation understandably
caused the witness to faint.
Edgeworth: Do you really need to torture
this girl any further!?
Phoenix: What!?
Phoenix: Hey, I'm not the bad guy here!
Ema: Anyway, this picture...
Ema: This picture shows exactly
what I saw that instant!
>Press
Phoenix: Sorry for asking so many
times, but are you sure you
drew exactly what you saw?
Ema: Of course! This is the exact
scene!
Phoenix: It wasn't influenced in any
way from your talks with the
detectives?
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: Are you insinuating we
somehow manipulated her
memory, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: No, no. Of course not.
Phoenix: (I'd better watch out, or he
might find some way to cut my
salary!)
Ema: I drew this picture before I
heard anything from the
detectives,
Ema: so I don't think anyone's
story would have influenced
me...
Judge: Mr. Wright.
Judge: Is there something that's
bothering you about this
picture?
Phoenix: Huh? Oh, well...
Edgeworth: ...
Phoenix: (That's strange...)
Phoenix: (She claims this is exactly
the scene that was imprinted
in her mind...)
Phoenix: (And yet...)
Phoenix: (There's clearly a
contradiction here!)
Ema: This picture shows exactly
what I saw that instant!
>Present: Neil's Autopsy Report
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: I hate to be the bearer of bad
news, but this picture the
witness drew...
Phoenix: contains a blatant
contradiction!
Ema: What?
Ema: B-but, I still remember it
just like it was yesterday!
Judge: Mr. Wright.
Judge: Perhaps it would be faster if
you simply pointed out this
contradiction for us.
Judge: What part of this picture...
contradicts the autopsy
report?
[E5-08-03]
A> Point to irrelevant area
B> Point to weapon
[E5-08-03-A]
Answer: Point to irrelevant area
Phoenix: Um, I think it's...
uh, this part here?
Judge: Hmm... I don't see what's so
strange about that.
Phoenix: That's because the drawing
stinks!
Edgeworth: ...
Judge: ...
Ema: ...
Mr. Wright... How could you...
*sniff*
Edgeworth: The act of making an innocent
girl cry should warrant the
death penalty.
Phoenix: (I guess he means I shouldn't
shift the blame to others...)
Judge: Yes, well. So long as the
defense has learned his
lesson.
Phoenix: (I'd better take another look
at that autopsy report and
this picture!)
Judge: Mr. Wright.
Judge: What part of this picture...
contradicts the autopsy
report?
[Return to E5-08-03]
[E5-08-03-B]
Answer: Point to weapon
Phoenix: The contradiction of course
lies here!
Phoenix: Take a look at the knife the
man is holding.
Phoenix: If you look closely, you can
see its tip is broken!
Judge: In fact, you don't even have
to look closely to see that.
Ema: But Mr. Wright, look at the
evidence!
Ema: See the murder weapon?
Its tip is broken too!
Judge: If I recall...
Judge: the tip of the knife was found
broken off in the victim's
body.
Ema: It was the conclusive piece of
evidence that proved Joe Darke
was the murderer!
Phoenix: I'm afraid it's not so simple,
Ema.
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: Huh?
Where could you possibly see a
problem!?
Phoenix: It's obvious, really.
The victim "suffered a single
stab wound in the back."
Phoenix: If the victim was only stabbed
once,
Phoenix: then the murder weapon should
not yet be broken!
Judge: AAAAAHHHH!
What's the meaning of this?
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: Perhaps the knife was broken
beforehand!
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: Sorry, but I'm afraid that's
not possible.
Phoenix: The tip of the knife was found
inside the victim's body.
Phoenix: If it was broken beforehand,
it couldn't possibly wind up
there!
Judge: That's right!
But what does
this mean?
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: The tip of the knife was
undeniably discovered within
the victim's body!
Edgeworth: The only possible explanation
is the witness's memory is
mistaken!
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: That's why I asked her so many
times if she was sure she
remembered correctly.
Phoenix: I believe you were annoyed at
the time.
Phoenix: But she was sure she
remembered correctly!
Edgeworth: But... there's no other way to
explain this inconsistency!
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: Not so fast, Mr. Edgeworth.
There is another explanation.
Phoenix: Have you forgotten already?
Phoenix: About a little something
called... "falsified evidence"?
Edgeworth: You're treading on thin
ice, Wright...
Phoenix: All I'm saying,
Phoenix: is that this broken knife
might be the piece of evidence
that was forged!
Phoenix: You can't deny the
possibility!
Edgeworth: No...
Edgeworth: Aaaaagh!
Judge: Order! Order! Order!
Judge: Are you saying the
investigation really was
corrupted?
Phoenix: Your Honor...
Phoenix: Please allow me to once again
go over the events that took
place the day of the murder.
Phoenix: The Police Department and the
Prosecutor's Office were
holding a ceremony that day.
Phoenix: After receiving the King of
Prosecutors award at the
ceremony.
Phoenix: Neil Marshall questioned Joe
Darke along with Damon Gant.
Phoenix: During his questioning, Joe
Darke fled the room.
Phoenix: Prosecutor Marshall chased
after him... and was
killed by Darke.
Phoenix: It is my belief that somewhere
in this story... there is a lie.
Judge: Hmm...
Ema: I...
Ema: I'm not lying...
Ema: The man really was holding up
a broken knife!
Edgeworth: ...
Edgeworth: If that's true...
Edgeworth: then there's no other way
around it.
Edgeworth: This could not have been the
actual murder weapon.
Phoenix: ...!
Edgeworth: There must have been another
broken knife!
Judge: What are the chances of there
being two broken knives?
Phoenix: (Another broken knife besides
Joe Darke's...)
Phoenix: (Could there have been one?)
[E5-08-04]
A> Ema's mistaken
B> There is another one
[E5-08-04-A]
Answer: Ema's mistaken
Phoenix: (Broken knives don't just grow
on trees...)
Phoenix: (There's no way there was
another one!)
Judge: Well, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: Your Honor, I believe...
the witness must be mistaken.
Ema: ...
I knew it.
Ema: You really don't believe me...
Phoenix: ...!
Phoenix: (That flash of lightning
burned an unforgettable image
in her mind...)
Phoenix: (One that's been torturing her
ever since!)
Phoenix: (There's no way Ema could be
mistaken!)
[Continue at E5-08-04-B]
[E5-08-04-B]
Answer: There is another one
Phoenix: If the witness is this
adamant about the accuracy of
what she saw...
Phoenix: it can't just be explained
away by a simple observational
error.
Ema: Mr. Wright...
Phoenix: In that instant...
Ema really did see a broken
knife!
Judge: I assume then,
Judge: that you have some information
about this "other" broken
knife?
Judge: If so, please feel free to
enlighten us.
Phoenix: (The murder weapon was already
broken prior to the murder...
There's only one way!)
Phoenix: Take a look at this.
Here's the real murder weapon!
[E5-08-05]
A> Present incorrect evidence
B> Present correct evidence
[E5-08-05-A]
Answer: Present incorrect evidence
Edgeworth: If anything's broken here...
Edgeworth: it's you!
Phoenix: Huh?
Judge: I'm sure this must all be
very amusing to you,
Mr. Wright.
Judge: But may I remind you that the
fate of Ms. Lana Skye hangs
in the balance?
Phoenix: S-sorry, Your Honor.
Please give me another chance.
Phoenix: (The murder weapon was already
broken prior to the murder...
There's only one way!)
Phoenix: Take a look at this.
Here's the real murder weapon!
[Return to E5-08-05]
[E5-08-05-B]
Answer: Present Gant Team Picture
Phoenix: The answer lies in the past...
Two years in the past.
Phoenix: Right here inside this picture!
Edgeworth: This is a picture of the
awards ceremony.
A-AAAAHH!
Judge: What is it, Mr. Edgeworth!?
Edgeworth: It's the... the broken murder
weapon!
Phoenix: Notice the award Prosecutor
Marshall is holding.
Ema: That's...
a broken knife!
Phoenix: As we earlier concluded, the
knife in the picture was not
Joe Darke's knife.
Phoenix: That being the case...
Phoenix: the knife the witness saw,
was in all likelihood this
award!
Judge: Order! Order! Order!
Phoenix: Neil Marshall was awarded
King of Prosecutors that
day.
Phoenix: As an award, he was given this
broken shield and a broken
knife.
Phoenix: When he chased after Joe
Darke, he pulled out this
knife.
Phoenix: Being a prosecutor, he did not
carry a pistol.
Phoenix: This broken knife was the only
weapon he had in this
dangerous situation.
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: But that...
That can't be!
Phoenix: Oh?
And why not, Mr. Edgeworth?
Edgeworth: Because if the King of
Prosecutors award knife was
the murder weapon...
Edgeworth: then the murderer and the
victim would be reversed!
Phoenix: What do you mean?
Edgeworth: I mean...
Edgeworth: This man raising a knife...
would have been Prosecutor
Neil Marshall!
Phoenix: Oh...
Phoenix: OOOOOOOHHHH!!!
Judge: But the prosecutor was the one
who actually died!
Phoenix: That's true...
(What's going on here?)
Edgeworth: It seems Mr. Wright has been a
bit too eager to jump to
conclusions...
HOLD IT!
Ema: Wait!
I... I remember now...
I remember everything!
Judge: Witness...?
Ema: Mr. Edgeworth!
Edgeworth: What is it?
Ema: Could you show me your
evidence list again, please?
Judge: His list?
The one with that... picture
scribbled on the back?
Ema: ...
I knew it...
Ema: This picture...
I'm the one who drew it.
Edgeworth: What!?
Phoenix: You drew that?
Ema: That's right.
Ema: The list wasn't torn in half
at the time I drew this
picture.
Ema: All this time I've been trying
so hard to forget...
Ema: I must have locked this part
away deep inside me...
Judge: Perhaps it would be best...
if we added this to the
witness's testimony.
Judge: Would you please tell us what
you've recalled, Ms. Skye?
Ema: Yes, Your Honor.
Phoenix: (First the knife mix-up, and
now... the Blue Badger?)
Phoenix: (This should be interesting...)
Witness Testimony
-- Ema's Recollection --
Ema: When I saw that man raise his
knife...
Ema: I panicked, and rushed toward
both of them.
Ema: I think I... I knocked away
the man with the knife.
Ema: Just then there was another
flash of lightning, and that's
when I saw... the Blue Badger!
Ema: He wasn't in the room,
but I'm sure I saw his
shadow!
Judge: This is certainly most
unusual...
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: Try impossible!
Edgeworth: The Head Detective of Criminal
Affairs didn't even design
him until this year!
Phoenix: (That would mean he didn't
even exist two years ago...)
Judge: Yes, well. The defense may now
begin its cross-examination.
HOLD IT!
Lana: Stop!
Please! Don't pursue this any
further!
Phoenix: Lana!
Judge: What's the meaning of this!?
Please remain seated in the
defendant's chair!
Lana: But you can't do this!
I've already confessed to the
crime!
Lana: Why can't you just leave it
at that!?
Edgeworth: Chief Prosecutor Skye.
Lana: !
Edgeworth: We've already come this far.
Edgeworth: It's too late to turn back.
Judge: Silence!
Judge: The defense will now begin its
cross-examination.
Judge: Bailiff. Please detain the
defendant.
Phoenix: (It seems we're finally
getting to the core of the
matter.)
Cross Examination
-- Ema's Recollection --
Ema: When I saw that man raise his
knife...
>Press
Phoenix: When you say, "that man," I
assume you refer to Joe Darke?
Ema: Yes... at least, I think it
was him.
Phoenix: You... "think"?
Ema: All I could really see were
shadows.
Edgeworth: The power outage that
immediately preceded the
incident,
Edgeworth: is also documented in the
Prosecutor's Office reports.
Judge: So then you...
Ema: I panicked, and rushed toward
both of them.
>Press
Phoenix: Why would you do something so
dangerous!?
Ema: What else could I have done!?
Ema: He was about to stab
Mr. Marshall!
Phoenix: (She seems so convinced that
Darke was the one holding the
knife...)
Edgeworth: But as we've just theorized,
Edgeworth: Mr. Marshall was the one
holding the knife.
Ema: Well, I didn't know that at
the time!
Ema: When that Darke guy
knocked me down,
Ema: all I could think was, "I've
got to help Mr. Marshall!"
Ema: I think I... I knocked away
the man with the knife.
>Press
Phoenix: What do you mean, you "think"?
Ema: It... it all happened so
fast... And I was in shock!
Ema: I don't remember everything
clearly. What I did...
it's all kind of a blur...
Edgeworth: In a matter of just a few
seconds Ms. Skye was almost
killed, then she witnessed a
Edgeworth: murder about to take place.
A little disorientation is
only natural.
Ema: I saw the man about to stab
the other person, who I
thought was Mr. Marshall.
Ema: I knew I had to stop the man
with the knife.
Judge: What you did was very brave,
young girl.
So then, what happened next?
Ema: Just then there was another
flash of lightning, and that's
when I saw... the Blue Badger!
>Press
Phoenix: Are you sure about this?
Ema: Of course! See?
I even drew a picture of him
here!
Edgeworth: But...
Edgeworth: the Head Detective of Criminal
Affairs thought up this
hideous beast.
Edgeworth: And that was just this year...
Edgeworth: The Blue Badger didn't exist
two years ago.
This is all quite verifiable.
Ema: I know it sounds strange. I
was surprised too when I saw
him at the Police Department.
Ema: I had this nagging feeling
that I'd seen him before
somewhere.
Ema: Now I finally remember!
Phoenix: (Oh, brother. Just when you
thought that thing had caused
enough commotion...)
Judge: Tell us...
Where in the room did you see
him dancing?
Ema: He wasn't in the room,
but I'm sure I saw his
shadow!
>Press
Phoenix: His shadow?
Phoenix: So you mean, you didn't
actually see his face, with
its winning smile and all?
Ema: That's right... but I still
remember it.
He had three creepy horns...
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: This is pointless!
Edgeworth: That thing couldn't have
possibly existed two years
ago...
Edgeworth: The witness must be mistaken!
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: That may well be...
Phoenix: but what's important is what
caused her to think she saw
what she did.
Edgeworth: Oh? And I suppose you have an
explanation?
Edgeworth: If so, then by all means...
please tell us what this
"shadow" really was!
Phoenix: (What was it Ema saw when that
lightning flashed?)
Phoenix: (Who is this "Blue Badger"
really...?)
[E5-08-06]
A> I just might know...
B> I'm not sure
[E5-08-06-A]
Answer: I just might know...
[Continue at E5-08-06-C]
[E5-08-06-B]
Answer: I'm not sure
Phoenix: I absolutely and positively
have no idea whatsoever!
Ema: ...
Edgeworth: ...
Judge: Well, it's always good to be
sure of oneself!
Edgeworth: Apparently it helps when
trying to overlook one's
failures...
Ema: But I know what I saw! I'm
not making this up!
Ema: Mr. Wright, please!
You've got to believe me...
Phoenix: Ema...
Phoenix: (The Blue Badger didn't even
exist two years ago...)
Phoenix: (So what exactly did Ema see?)
Phoenix: (I've gathered all the
evidence. All that's left
now...)
Phoenix: (is to put the pieces of the
puzzle together...)
[E5-08-06-C]
Phoenix: (The Blue Badger hadn't even
been dreamed up when Ema drew
this picture.)
Phoenix: (Yet she's certain she saw its
"shadow"!)
Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen...
Phoenix: It is the defense's belief
that on that fateful day two
years ago...
Phoenix: there indeed was something
that looked similar to the
Blue Badger...
Phoenix: Something that is now sitting
in this very room!
Ema: Mr. Wright...!
Judge: In this room?
Very well, Mr. Wright.
Judge: What is it that the witness
saw in that instant?
Judge: Please show us this mysterious
"Blue Badger" look-alike!
[E5-08-07]
A> Present incorrect evidence
B> Present correct evidence
[E5-08-07-A]
Answer: Present incorrect evidence
Phoenix: Behold! In her confusion,
the witness mistook this
for the Blue Badger!
Edgeworth: The only person mistaking
anything around here is you.
Phoenix: Huh?
Judge: This doesn't look anything
like the Blue Badger!
Phoenix: Oh. Uh, give me a second
here...
Phoenix: (I'd better take another look
at the evidence... from every
angle!)
[Return to testimony.]
[E5-08-07-B]
Answer: Present Unstable Jar
Phoenix: The mysterious "Blue Badger"
was in fact... this!
Judge: But that's...
Er, what exactly is that?
Phoenix: I believe it's some sort of
jar.
Ema: But Mr. Wright! That doesn't
look anything like the Blue
Badger!
Phoenix: Indeed it doesn't. As it
stands now, it's just a plain
jar.
Phoenix: However...
What if we were to change our
viewpoint?
Judge: Our viewpoint...?
Phoenix: (I've got to show them the
correct angle to look at this
from!)
[E5-08-08]
A> Present incorrect angle
B> Present correct angle
[E5-08-08-A]
Answer: Present incorrect angle
Phoenix: (This isn't right... I've got
to make it look more like the
Badger!)
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: Allow me to remind the defense
its case hinges on the
witness's drawing.
Edgeworth: If Mr. Wright can't match the
shape the witness drew, we
cannot accept his claim!
Phoenix: (I've got to find just the
right angle!)
Phoenix: (Maybe I should rotate it
vertically a bit more... or
horizontally...?)
Ema: Come on, Mr. Wright!
You can do it!
Phoenix: (I've got to show them the
correct angle to look at this
from!)
[Return to E5-08-08]
[E5-08-08-B]
Answer: Present correct angle
Phoenix: Well...?
Is this a miracle or what?
Phoenix: No one can possibly deny this
jar's resemblance to the Blue
Badger!
Edgeworth: No...
It can't be!!!
Judge: Order! Order!
Judge: The defense has proven its
claim.
Judge: The mysterious "Blue Badger"
witnessed on the day of the
crime was actually this...
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: Although we all enjoyed Mr.
Wright's dramatic performance,
one question remains...
Edgeworth: What's your point!?
Phoenix: What do you mean?
Edgeworth: So that Badger thing was
actually just a jar.
Edgeworth: That doesn't change anything!
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: I'm afraid that's where you're
wrong, Mr. Edgeworth.
Phoenix: You see...
this changes everything!
Edgeworth: Indeed? Very well, then.
Please tell us...
Edgeworth: What's different now that we
know the witness saw this jar?
[E5-08-09]
A> The location
B> The murder weapon
C> The murderer
[E5-08-09-A]
Answer: The location
[Continue at E5-08-09-D]
[E5-08-09-B]
Answer: The murder weapon
[Continue at E5-08-09-D]
[E5-08-09-C]
Answer: The murderer
[Continue at E5-08-09-D]
[E5-08-09-D]
Phoenix: Allow me to take these in
turn.
Phoenix: At the moment of the murder,
the witness saw this jar.
Edgeworth: Not only that, but she saw it
at a very specific angle.
Phoenix: Knowing this, where could she
have seen this jar?
Judge: Where...?
Phoenix: The location of the jar is
shown in a picture taken on
the day of the crime.
Phoenix: It's on a shelf in the office
of Damon Gant.
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: But the body was found lying
near Lana Skye's desk!
Edgeworth: The witness testified so
herself!
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: Yes! And it is these two facts
that reveal what actually
transpired!
Phoenix: You see...
Phoenix: The struggle between Darke and
Marshall did not take place in
Lana Skye's office!
Phoenix: It happened on the other side
of the room, in Chief Gant's
office!
Edgeworth: OBJECTION!
Edgeworth: Are you implying the murderer
moved the victim's body?
Edgeworth: From Damon Gant's office to
Lana Skye's office?
Phoenix: Yes.
Edgeworth: Why would he do that!?
There's no reason!
Phoenix: Exactly.
Edgeworth: !
Phoenix: If there wasn't a "reason"...
he wouldn't have gone through
the trouble.
Phoenix: The only logical conclusion...
is that there was a "reason."
Judge: Do you know what that reason
was, Mr. Wright?
Phoenix: (I've finally figured it out...)
Phoenix: (So this is why Lana tried to
stop the trial!)
Phoenix: (It's too late to quit now,
though.)
Phoenix: Please recall the witness's
testimony.
Phoenix: She said she knocked away the
man who was holding up the
knife.
Phoenix: In the next instant, the jar
was hit and flew threw the
air.
Phoenix: Now tell me...
What could have sent the jar
flying?
Judge: That would have to have
been...
Judge: the impact the man made when
he was knocked into the wall?
Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen...
if I may draw your attention
to this picture once more.
Phoenix: If the man was knocked in the
direction of the shelf the jar
was sitting on...
Phoenix: what would he have hit?
Ema: A-AHHHHHH...
Judge: The suit of armor!
Holding... a very sharp and
dangerous-looking sword...
Phoenix: Yes.
Phoenix: And since the man who was
knocked into the armor was
carrying a broken knife...
Phoenix: he would have had to have been
Neil Marshall, wielding the
Prosecutor's Award.
Edgeworth: No...
Mr. Wright...
You can't be thinking...
Phoenix: Yes.
Phoenix: There is another possibility
of what actually happened in
that room.
Judge: Another possibility?
Phoenix: Of course the perpetrator
would have had no idea, but
nevertheless!
Phoenix: ...
(I... I don't know if I can go
through with this...)
Judge: Mr. Wright? What's the matter?
Edgeworth: If events took place as the
defense theorizes...
Then the outcome is obvious.
Edgeworth: In that moment...
Edgeworth: assuming the man Ema Skye
knocked away was actually
Prosecutor Neil Marshall...
Ema: You mean...
Ema: Mr. Marshall died...
because of... me...?
Ema: NOOOOOOOOO!!!
*thud*
Edgeworth: I never imagined her testimony
would lead to this...
Judge: So it was the witness who took
the victim's life...
Judge: and then proved so with her
own testimony!
Judge: This is unprecedented!
OBJECTION!
Lana: What...
What are you saying!?
Phoenix: I'm sorry, Ms. Skye, but
given the circumstances...
Lana: Joe Darke murdered Prosecutor
Marshall!
Lana: How can you think it was Ema!?
How dare you try to pin the
crime on her!?
Edgeworth: Imagine that, coming from you.
Lana: !
Edgeworth: If you recall, it was you who
admitted to forging evidence
two years ago.
Edgeworth: The reason you moved
Prosecutor Marshall's body...
Edgeworth: was to keep anyone else from
finding out about what Ema
did, wasn't it?
Lana: I assure you, Mr. Edgeworth,
I have no idea what you're
talking about.
Lana: If you hope to have anyone
believe your insane
allegations,
Lana: I'm afraid you're going to
have to have proof.
Lana: Tell me...
Lana: Do you have any conclusive
evidence that proves my
sister killed Neil Marshall?
Phoenix: E-evidence?
Lana: I'm willing to bet you don't.
Judge: Yes... it certainly would be
difficult to prove this with
evidence.
Edgeworth: If we don't have evidence,
Edgeworth: then we'll have to rely on
testimony.
Lana: I'm afraid that won't work in
this case.
Lana: Both parties involved in the
incident are dead.
Phoenix: ...!
Phoenix: (We certainly can't get dead
people to testify.)
Phoenix: (This has all been a wild
goose chase from the
beginning!)
Edgeworth: Hmph. Touche, Ms. Skye.
Edgeworth: Of course...
That only leaves us with one
possibility.
Phoenix: ...!
(You mean, there's still
another possibility?)
Judge: What do you mean, Mr.
Edgeworth?
Edgeworth: I mean, the possibility that
the victim left us a
message.
Edgeworth: For better or for worse, Mr.
Marshall did not die
instantly.
Edgeworth: He may have left behind the
name of the person who took
his life...
Edgeworth: somehow.
Lana: That's...
That's impossible!
Judge: Well, Mr. Wright? This is the
only possibility left to you.
Judge: A message from the deceased...
Does such a message exist?
Phoenix: (I've got to think back to the
Court Record!)
Phoenix: The real murderer's name that
the victim may have left
behind...
[E5-08-10]
A> is in the evidence.
B> doesn't exist.
[E5-08-10-A]
Answer: is in the evidence.
[Continue at E5-08-10-C]
[E5-08-10-B]
Answer: doesn't exist.
Phoenix: (No...)
Phoenix: (There's no way a dead person
could tell the murderer's
name!)
Judge: Well.
It looks like this is as far
as we can go with this.
Edgeworth: Mr. Wright.
Edgeworth: You disappoint me.
Edgeworth: I never thought you the type
to let feelings cloud your
judgment.
Phoenix: My feelings...?
Edgeworth: If we overlook the victim's
message...
Edgeworth: one he would have written with
literally his last breath,
Edgeworth: then everything will be lost
in darkness!
Phoenix: (Perhaps that thing really is
the clue I'm looking for.)
Phoenix: (This is it.)
Phoenix: (I can't afford any more
mistakes.)
[Continue at E5-08-10-C]
[E5-08-10-C]
Phoenix: This "message" from the
deceased...
is already in our possession.
Lana: Mr. Wright!
Lana: Will you stop at nothing to
prove my sister a murderer?
Edgeworth: Do not be mistaken, Ms. Skye.
Lana: ...!
Edgeworth: Our purpose is not to accuse
Ema of any crime.
Edgeworth: There is only one thing we
seek:
Edgeworth: the truth.
Edgeworth: No matter how painful it may
be.
Judge: Now then, Mr. Wright.
Judge: Please show us the piece of
evidence... that conveys
a message from the deceased!
[E5-08-11]
A> Present incorrect evidence
B> Present correct evidence
[E5-08-11-A]
Answer: Present incorrect evidence
Phoenix: This is a message from the
deceased!
Judge: Right...
Judge: Now then.
This is a message from the
judge!
Phoenix: Oh...
(I guess that wasn't right.)
Phoenix: (If a dead person left
behind a message...
Phoenix: it would have to be in written
form. That's the only logical
conclusion.)
Edgeworth: You'd better be careful, or
you might wind up deceased
yourself.
Judge: Let's try this again.
Judge: Now then, Mr. Wright.
Judge: Please show us the piece of
evidence... that conveys
a message from the deceased!
[Return to E5-08-11]
[E5-08-11-B]
Answer: Present Unstable Jar
Phoenix: This is the message left by
the deceased.
Judge: This is that "Blue Badger"
from before, right?
Lana: Oh, is he going to just speak
the killer's name?
Edgeworth: If that thing could, I'm sure
it would.
Phoenix: (Looks like everyone's
forgotten this is just a jar.)
Phoenix: A message was left here...
on the surface of this jar.
Judge: What do you mean?
Phoenix: If you look closely,
you can see a faint trail of
blood on this jar.
Edgeworth: It looks like someone wiped
the blood away.
Lana: ...
Phoenix: Yes, but notice:
Phoenix: for some reason...
the blood on some of the
fragments was not wiped away.
Judge: Yes... there is a line here...
drawn in blood!
Edgeworth: So what you're saying,
Edgeworth: is these "dots"...
were once lines!
Phoenix: Prosecutor Marshall did not
die instantly.
Phoenix: He used the few precious
moments left to him to leave
behind a message!
Edgeworth: One that someone apparently
wiped away...
Edgeworth: But blood must have seeped
into the jar where the lines
change directions.
Phoenix: Precisely so! All we need to
do is connect these points...
Phoenix: and the victim's message will
become apparent!
Lana: N-no...!
Judge: Mr. Wright!
Judge: What kind of message did the
victim leave for us!?
Phoenix: Your Honor...
I believe these blood stains
will reveal to us the answer!
Phoenix: (I've got to connect these
dots to make letters.)
Phoenix: (There's only one thing the
victim would have written,
given the circumstances:)
Phoenix: (The murderer's name!)
[E5-08-12]
A>Connect incorrectly
B>Connect correctly
[E5-08-12-A]
Answer: Connect incorrectly
Phoenix: What do you think!? I came up
with this message!
Judge: Hmm... Yes...
Judge: I feel like I'm teaching
handwriting to a student
who is all thumbs...
Edgeworth: I think you should make him
write out "I won't do it
again" 100 times.
Phoenix: (I never was much good at
handwriting... I guess I'll
check the court record...)
Judge: Mr. Wright!
Judge: What kind of message did the
victim leave for us!?
Phoenix: Your Honor...
I believe these blood stains
will reveal to us the answer!
Phoenix: (I've got to connect these
dots to make letters.)
Phoenix: (There's only one thing the
victim would have written,
given the circumstances:)
Phoenix: (The murderer's name!)
[Return to E5-08-12]
[E5-08-12-B]
Answer: Connect correctly
Phoenix: (It's a defense attorney's
duty to prove his client's
innocence.)
Phoenix: (That's why all I've been
thinking about is saving
Lana.)
Phoenix: (After all my efforts, I never
thought it would turn out
like this!)
"Ema"...
Edgeworth: So this is the final message
Prosecutor Marshall left
behind.
Judge: Of all people...
Judge: She may not have meant it...
but in the end, the one who
took the victim's life...
Phoenix: was Ema Skye.
???: See, Worthy? Can't say I
didn't warn you.
Edgeworth: Chief Gant...
Gant: Do you understand the
implications of what you've
done?
Edgeworth: What...?
What are you talking about?
Gant: Two years ago,
Joe Darke was sentenced to
death.
Gant: He was convicted because of
his final murder.
Gant: I believe you were the
prosecutor in the case, were
you not?
Edgeworth: Ack!
Gant: Yes, Worthy.
Gant: Because of you... an innocent
man was sentenced to death.
Gant: Not only that...
but you used forged evidence
to ensure his conviction!
Edgeworth: K-kkckck!
KKCKRRAAAAHH!!!
Phoenix: OBJECTION!
Phoenix: But Joe Darke really was a
serial murderer!
That's undeniable!
Gant: I'm afraid that's not
important.
Gant: Didn't you know? We aren't
defenders of justice.
Phoenix: What?
Gant: We're merely keepers of the
law.
Gant: Sentencing a man to death...
is no light matter.
Gant: Even if there wasn't any
cover-up or evidence
forgery...
Gant: ultimately the responsibility
falls on the prosecutor in
charge.
Edgeworth: !
Gant: Despite what anyone may say,
this fact cannot be denied.
What's going on at the
Prosecutor's Office!?
They might have sent an
innocent man to his death!
How can he just stand there,
like it wasn't his fault!?
Judge: Order! Order! Order!
ORDEEEEERRR!!!
Phoenix: The gavel's pounding fell on
deaf ears...
Phoenix: Unable to settle the crowd,
the judge declared a recess.
Phoenix: Where this trial is headed,
no one knows...