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Game Script by svedka

Version: 1.00 | Updated: 07/24/08

What follows is the game script for Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney.
It is the ENTIRE game script, thus it is loaded with unmarked spoilers.

All game text (and everything in here, really) is (c) 2008 Capcom.

Script transcribed in its entirety by svedka.
Please feel free to pass along to anyone you want,
just don't do something illegal or stupid like charge for the content.

This is a first draft, completed 17 July 2008.

If any omissions or other mistakes jump out at you, 
please email them to svedka9(at)gmail.com and you will be credited.
Suggestions for formatting or whatever can also be sent there.
DO NOT email for any other reason.

To jump to a specific part of the script,
use the five-digit number between hyphens in the Table of Contents.

[sic] indicates typos made in the game that I have retained.



============================
TABLE OF CONTENTS
============================

EPISODE 1
TURNABOUT TRUMP
	-10101-  Day 1: Trial Former
	-10102-  Day 1: Trial Latter
	
EPISODE 2
TURNABOUT CORNER
	-20101-  Day 1: Investigation
	-20201-  Day 2: Trial Former
	-20202-  Day 2: Trial Latter
	-20203-  Day 2: Investigation
	-20301-  Day 3: Trial
	
EPISODE 3
TURNABOUT SERENADE
	-30101-  Day 1: Investigation
	-30201-  Day 2: Trial
	-30202-  Day 2: Investigation
	-30301-  Day 3: Trial Former
	-30302-  Day 3: Trial Latter
	
EPISODE 4
TURNABOUT SUCCESSION
	-40101-  Day 1: Investigation
	-40201-  Day 2: Trial Former
	-40202-  Day 2: Trial Latter
	-40701-  7 Years Ago: Trial Former
	-40702-  7 Years Ago: Trial Latter
	-40M01-  MASON System
	-40301-  Day 3: Trial
	
EPILOGUE
	-E0101-  Epilogue/Credits


============================
Episode 1
Turnabout Trump
Day 1: Trial Former     -10101-
============================

Showdown time.

... You lose.

Auuuuuuuugh!

Eeeeeeeeeek!

...I seem to be in a bit 
of trouble.

Something like that.

...Dead.  Someone hit him.  
Hard.

Me?  Please.  The cops should 
be here any minute.

I'm in your hands...
Should it come to that.

---
April 20, 9:37 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 3
---

Apollo:
(Panicked... Palms sweaty...
I can admit it.  I'm nervous.)

???:
Ah, good morning!

Apollo:
G-Good morning, sir!

Kristoph:
You look tense, Justice.
Wound up tight.

Apollo:
W-Wound up, sir?  No!
I'm loose!  I'm fine!

Kristoph:
That screeching noise... Is
that your voice?  I suppose
it's to be expected...

Kristoph:
Your first trial, and it's
a homicide.  I guess "Justice"
doesn't start small, eh?

Apollo:
I-I'm fine!

Apollo:
I got up at 5 AM to do my
"Chords of Steel" voice
workout!  I'm fine!

Kristoph:
Ah, that explains it.

Kristoph:
I did detect a certain rasping
quality to your screech.

Apollo:
...*cough*
(I overdid it again...)

Kristoph:
As you know, your client today
is a good friend of mine.

Kristoph:
I wouldn't want to let him
down... if you get my drift.

Apollo:
Drift gotten, sir!  I-I'm all
over that drift!

Kristoph:
As it happens, I dined with
him the night of the murder.

Kristoph:
We can't let this case fall
through.

Apollo:
Yes.
Yes!  I'm fine, sir!

Kristoph:
One more thing.

Kristoph:
Don't say you're fine quite
so much.

Kristoph:
People might take you the
wrong way.

Apollo:
*gulp*

Kristoph:
I'll be preparing our case.

Kristoph:
You might want to introduce
yourself to the client.

Apollo:
My name is Apollo Justice.

Apollo:
If it isn't clear already,
I'm a new attorney.

Apollo:
And today is my first trial.

Apollo:
N-Not that I'm worried or
anything!

Apollo:
The defendant has been accused
of... murder.

Apollo:
My boss wants to help him out,
of course... and so do I!

Apollo:
I mean, there's no way he did
it.  Not him!  No way!

???:
...

Apollo:
Whoa!

???:
...

Apollo:
Good uh, morning!

???:
...

???:
Morning.  It's all up to you
today.

Apollo:
(First trial: nervous.
Meeting him: cardiac arrest.)

???:
...

Apollo:
...
(I think I'm supposed to say
something... Uh... help?)

???:
So, you're...

Apollo:
Fine!  I-I'm fine!

???:
Ah...
Mr. Fine, is it?

Apollo:
Uh.

???:
I did remember you having
an odd name.

Apollo:
(Well, we're off to a great
start.)

Apollo:
Um... Are you sure you're
OK, I mean, with me?

???:
...

Apollo:
Mr. Gavin is a top-notch
defense attorney.

Apollo:
And he's your friend!
So why...

???:
...
You'll see.

Apollo:
Uh?

???:
You can do it.
Be confident.

Apollo:
Um, I...

Apollo:
I'm really sorry this happened
to you.  I mean...

Apollo:
I mean, I...

???:
It's time.
Shall we?

Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir!

Apollo:
(... OK.
I need to focus.)

Apollo:
(First trial, here comes
Justice!)

---
April 20, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 2
---

---------
Evidence  \
----------------------------
Attorney's Badge
Type: Other
One of my
possessions.
How long did I yearn for one
of these?  Just putting it on
makes me feel... ready.

    =Check -> Examine Back=
	
    Apollo:
    There's a number inscribed on
    the back of the badge.

    Apollo:
    There are many numbers like
    it, but this one is mine.
    Proof that I'm an attorney.

    Apollo:
    To tell the truth, I get a
    happy feeling inside just
    looking at it.
	
----------------------------
Smith's Autopsy Report
Type: Reports
Received during the
preliminary hearing.
The time of death was around
2 AM, April 17.  Death caused
by single blow to forehead.

    =Check=
	
	* Victim's Name
		Shadi Smith (Age: ??), Male
		  
	* Estimated Time of Death
		April 17
		Between 1:45 AM and 2:15 AM.
		
	* Cause of Death
		Cerebral hemorrhaging resulting
		from blunt trauma to forehead.
		
----------------------------
Crime Photo 1
Type: Photographs
Received during the 
preliminary hearing.
The sub-basement at the
Borscht Bowl Club.  Touch
the Check Button for details.
----------------------------

---------
Profiles  \
----------------------------
Kristoph Gavin
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Boss at Gavin Law Offices.
A first-rate defense attorney,
and my trusted mentor.
----------------------------
???
Age: ??
Gender: Male
My first client.
Just standing in front of this
guy makes me nervous...
----------------------------
Shadi Smith
Age: ??
Gender: Male
The victim in this case.
A traveler, only recently
back in-country.
----------------------------
Winston Payne
Age: 61
Gender: Male
The prosecuting attorney.
For all his experience, he
lacks a certain presence...
----------------------------


Judge:
The court is now in session.

Payne:
The prosecution is ready,
Your Honor.

Apollo:
Uh, the defense is, uh, fine!
I mean ready, Your Honor!

Apollo:
(Mind going blank... Don't
panic... Ack, too late!)

Judge:
Your name was... Mr. Justice?

Judge:
And this is your first trial?

Apollo:
Y-Yes, Your Honor!
But I'm fine!  Really!

Judge:
Are you quite sure?  Your
voice sounds a bit strained.

Apollo:
...*cough*

Judge:
Ahem.  Mr. Gavin?

Kristoph:
...Yes, Your Honor?

Judge:
I was under the impression
that you would be heading
up this case...?

Kristoph:
That was my intention, yes.

Kristoph:
However...

Kristoph:
A defense attorney must always
cede to his client's wishes.

Kristoph:
And my client specifically
requested Mr. Justice.

Judge:
Well, of course he wants
justice!

Judge:
But to entrust his case to
this greenhorn... Why?

Judge:
I do not exaggerate when I say
that you're the best defense
attorney in town, Mr. Gavin.

Apollo:
(OK, so Gavin's got trial
experience, fine.  But does
he have Chords of Steel!?)

Judge:
Then let's begin.  The
defendant may enter the
courtroom.

???:
...

Judge:
This is truly an unfortunate
turn of events.

Judge:
I'm sorry we had to meet again
under these circumstances.

Judge:
Long time no see, Mr. Wright.

Phoenix:
Let's put the past behind
us, shall we?

Phoenix:
These days, I'm merely
Phoenix Wright, piano player.

----------------------------
Phoenix Wright
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Pianist at the Borscht Bowl
Club.  Formerly an ace defense
attorney of some renown.
----------------------------

Apollo:
(Mr. Wright... How could this
have happened?)

Judge:
I won't speak of it further
then.

Judge:
If the prosecution would be
so kind as to explain the
charges.  Mr. Payne?

Payne:
To think, I saw you enter this
room a fresh attorney, and now
I'll see you leave in chains.

Phoenix:
Ah, Winston Payne.  Subtle as
ever, I see.

Payne:
Ahem.

Payne:
The crime occurred at the
Borscht Bowl Club... a
Russian restaurant.

Payne:
The defendant, Phoenix Wright,
took the victim, a customer...

Payne:
...and he hit him!  Wham!  On
the head!  Smack!  Killed him
cold.

Judge:
Hmm... A customer at the
restaurant, you say?

Judge:
And the defendant,
you say he was...?

Payne:
The pianist for the club,
it seems.

Judge:
Phoenix Wright...
A pianist?

Payne:
This is the weapon that took
the victim's life.  A bottle
of grape juice.

Payne:
Grape juice is apparently our
defendant's drink of choice.

Judge:
The court accepts the deadly
bottle as evidence.

** Deadly Bottle added to
the Court Record. **

----------------------------
Deadly Bottle
Type: Weapons
Submitted as evidence
by Prosecutor Payne
Grape juice bottle used as the
murder weapon.  Bears the
defendant Mr. Wright's prints.

	=Check -> Examine Label=
	
	Apollo:
	Grape juice... How long has
	it been since I drank grape 
	juice?
	
	Apollo:
	Apparently, it's Mr. Wright's
	favorite drink.  I wonder how
	well it goes with borscht?
	
	=Check -> Examine Back or Bottom=
	
	Apollo:
	The bottle is completely 
	empty.
	
----------------------------

Kristoph:
Something to note, Jusice.

Kristoph:
All evidence is filed in the
Court Record.

Kristoph:
Make a practice of checking
it frequently.

Apollo:
The Court Record... Right!
I've heard of that!

Kristoph:
Use the Court Record Button to
look at the evidence so far.

Kristoph:
I'm confident in your ability
to handle this.

Apollo:
(Right, the Court Record
Button.  Sounds like it's time
for some hands-on action!)

Judge:
So, the victim was a customer
at this restaurant.

Judge:
But just who was this, erm,
"Shadi Smith" fellow?

Payne:
We believe he was a traveler,
Your Honor.

Judge:
A... traveler?

Payne:
According to his passport, he
had been out of the country
for a number of years.

Payne:
He had only returned to this
country recently, though his
place of residence is unclear.

Judge:
And he had some sort of
connection with the defendant?

Payne:
...That, too, is unclear at
present, Your Honor.

Payne:
We believe they first met at
the Borscht Bowl Club on the
night of the crime.

Judge:
If they had only just met,
then why murder?

Judge:
Perhaps the victim slighted
the defendant's piano playing?

Payne:
That doesn't appear to have
been the case.

Payne:
No, the motive had nothing to
do with the defendant's lack
of playing skill.

Payne:
At least not piano playing.
I'll let this photo explain
what I mean.

Payne:
As we can see, a game of poker
was in progress at the scene
of the crime.

Judge:
Wait a second!

Judge:
Isn't poker gambling?

Judge:
That's a crime in and of
itself!

Payne:
Indeed.
It appears our defendant...

Payne:
...has fallen to become the
basest sort of criminal!

Kristoph: 
*OBJECTION!*

Kristoph:
It is true that the defendant
was engaged in a game of poker
with the victim.

Kristoph:
Yet it was only that: a game,
in the purest sense.
A competition, Your Honor.

Payne:
A... competition?

Kristoph:
Yes, a test of wits, a silent
clash of passions...

Kristoph:
Only the cards, their backs
wreathed in blue flame, know
its final outcome.

Judge:
...
Er, come again?

Payne:
The cards on the table had
blue backs, Your Honor.

Payne:
I believe the defense was
waxing poetic in an attempt to
mystify those present...

Payne:
...and impress women.

Judge:
That will be our first order
of business here then:

Judge:
To find out more about this
fatal game of cards.

Phoenix:
...

Judge:
Very well, Defendant.

Judge:
You will testify to the court
about the poker competition
held the night of the crime.

Phoenix:
...My pleasure.

Apollo:
(This is it, my first trial!
Here goes nothing!)

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- The Competition --

	Phoenix:
	I am a pianist by trade... yet
	I can hardly play at all.
	
	Phoenix:
	My real job is to take on
	interested customers over
	at the poker table.
	
	Phoenix:
	The room where we play and the
	competition in there are the
	club's main attractions.
	
	Phoenix:
	The rules are simple: we play
	a game of poker using two
	decks of cards.
	
	Phoenix:
	That's all it is... a game.
	And our customers are happy.
	
Judge:
...Hmm.

Judge:
A pianist who can't play 
piano?

Payne:
Better than a defense attorney
who can't defend.

Judge:
...

Judge:
Very well.  The defense may
begin the cross-examination.

Apollo:
R-Right, Your Honor!

Apollo:
(My first cross-examination!
Don't blow it!)

Kristoph:
Are you alright?
You're sweating bullets.

Apollo:
Bullets...!?  Where!?

Kristoph:
It's a figure of speech,
Justice.  Your voice sounds
strained and raspy, too.

Apollo:
My brain feels strained and
raspy, sir.

Kristoph:
You've watched me perform
cross-examinations many
times.

Kristoph:
Though you've never done one
yourself, have you?  Care for
a refresher?

Apollo:
(What to do?  Should I ask
Mr. Gavin for a refresher
course in cross-examination?)


	[ Refresher course, please! ]
	
	Apollo:
	(Better safe than sorry,
	especially this early in
	the game!)
	
	Apollo:
	Yes, teach me!
	I know nothing!
	
	Kristoph:
	Indeed.  Your job, Justice, is
	to be mindful of the Court
	Record and the testimony.
	
	Kristoph:
	Look for inconsistencies in
	the testimony with what the
	Court Record tells you.
	
	Kristoph:
	When you've found an
	inconsistency...
	
	Kristoph:
	That's when you present the
	conflicting evidence from the
	Court Record!
	
	Apollo:
	But I didn't hear anything
	strange at all in the
	testimony just now...
	
	Kristoph:
	A good sign that you need to
	press the witness for more
	information.
	
	Apollo:
	Press... him?
	
	Kristoph:
	Don't let the fact that he's
	a remarkable man hold you
	back.  Get more information!
	
	Apollo:
	(Uh... But isn't Mr. Wright
	my client?)
	
	Kristoph:
	Well?  Think you can do it?
	
	Apollo:
	Yes!  Thank you, sir!
	
	Apollo:
	I think I can do it!
	
	Kristoph:
	I think you'd better, or we're
	going to have a problem.
	
	Kristoph:
	Just remember...
	
	
	[ No thanks ]
	
	Apollo:
	No need for help here, sir!
	I think I've got this one
	covered!
	
	Kristoph:
	I think you'd better do more
	than think.  You know it, or
	you do not.
	
	Apollo:
	(I'm fine!  The Chords of Steel
	are ready for battle!)
	
	Apollo:
	(My weapons: press and
	present...)
	
	
Kristoph:
Find any inconsistencies, any
lies in the testimony, and
reveal them to the court.

Kristoph:
That is cross-examination.
Learn it.  Know it.  Do it.
	
Apollo:
("Inconsistencies"?  "Lies"?
Phoenix Wright...?)
	
Apollo:
(As if!  Phoenix Wright would
never lie, and it's up to
me to prove it.)
	
Judge:
The defense may begin the 
cross-examination.
	
	** Cross-Examination **
	-- The Competition --
	
	
		((Present Wrong, v.1))
		
		Apollo:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Apollo:
		This evidence clearly reveals
		a contradiction in that
		statement, Your Honor!
		
		Judge:
		How exactly are the
		evidence and the statement
		just now related?
		
		Apollo:
		They aren't, are they...?
		
		Judge:
		Not at all.
		
		Judge:
		Mr. Justice, please think
		the facts over before
		making accusations.
		
		Apollo:
		(I don't think that won me
		any points with the judge...)
		
		
		((Present Wrong, v.2))
		
		Apollo:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Apollo:
		Your Honor!  That statement
		contradicts the evidence!
		
		Judge:
		...?
		
		Judge:
		It does?  I don't see
		anything contradictory...
		
		Apollo:
		...Um... You sure about that?
		
		Judge:
		Objection overruled.
		
		Judge:
		Try to think before you make
		accusations, Mr. Justice!
		
		Apollo:
		(Ack!
		That didn't go so well.)
		
		
		((Present Wrong, v.3))
		
		Apollo:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Apollo:
		Your Honor!  What do you think
		about the witness's statement?
		
		Judge:
		Uh... I'm not sure
		I follow you.
		
		Apollo:
		It clearly, er, contradicts
		the... um... I thought...
		
		Judge:
		...You don't sound very
		sure, Mr. Justice.
		
		Judge:
		Objection overruled.
		
		Apollo:
		(I don't think that won me
		any points with the judge...)
		
		
		((Life Bar Depleted))
		
		Judge:
		That's enough!
		
		Judge:
		I see no need to further
		prolong this trial.
		
		Judge:
		The defense's case is
		insufficient to overturn
		the prosecution's claims!
		
		Judge:
		This court finds the
		defendant, Phoenix Wright...
		
		G-u-i-l-t-y
		
		Judge:
		The defendant will surrender
		himself to the court's care...
		
		Judge:
		...to undergo a regular trial
		at the High Court within a
		month's time.
		
		Judge:
		Court is adjourned!		
		
	
	Phoenix:
	I am a pianist by trade... yet
	I can hardly play at all.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You can hardly play...?
		
		Phoenix:
		Oh, I play sometimes.  When
		customers demand it.
		
		Phoenix:
		So I play them one song.
		That's usually all they want.
		
		Apollo:
		(Was that supposed to be a 
		boast just now...)
		
		Phoenix:
		The title of "pianist" is a
		mask -- a respectable face I
		wear for the world at large.
		
		Judge:
		Then why are you really
		at the Borscht Bowl Club?
	
	Phoenix:
	My real job is to take on
	interested customers over
	at the poker table.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		They pay you just to play
		poker?
		
		Phoenix:
		That would seem to be the
		case.  I am a professional,
		after all.
		
		Payne:
		Bah!  Do I detect pride in that
		statement?
		
		Payne:
		It's just hard for an honest,
		hard-working member of society
		like me to imagine...
		
		Phoenix:
		Yes.  Your imagination was
		always a bit limited, Winston.
		
		Payne:
		Wh-What!?
		
		Phoenix:
		I've played poker for seven
		years in that little room.
		
		Phoenix:
		And I've never.
		Lost.
		Once.
		
		Apollo:
		Wha--?
		
		Phoenix:
		You see why the customers
		come now?
		
		Phoenix:
		"Defeat the undefeated
		poker champion"...
		
		Phoenix:
		It's quite a draw.
		
		Phoenix:
		That is, I'm quite a draw.
		
		Apollo:
		Wait, you've never lost once?
		Not even one time!?
		
		Phoenix:
		As I said, I'm a professional.
		
		Apollo:
		(He's played poker for seven
		years and not lost once...)
		
		Apollo:
		(Is that even possible!?)
	
	Phoenix:
	The room where we play and the
	competition in there are the
	club's main attractions.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		The room in the crime scene
		photo... is an attraction?
		
		Phoenix:
		It has quite a history,
		actually.
		
		Phoenix:
		The Borscht Bowl Club used to
		be a gathering spot for black
		market types back in the day.
		
		Apollo:
		B-Black market?
		
		Phoenix:
		All in the past.  Things like
		the black market are only
		on the silver screen nowadays.
		
		Phoenix:
		Suffice it to say that there
		were a lot of deals being
		made under the table.
		
		Phoenix:
		Right there in that room.
		
		Judge:
		A smoky room, gambling hoods.
		You know...
		
		Judge:
		Just looking at this picture
		makes me feel "bad"!
		
		Phoenix:
		The bosses gather around the
		table, cutting deals, safe
		from the eyes of the law...
		
		Phoenix:
		Meanwhile, a goon keeps watch
		through the small window...
		
		Phoenix:
		I can practically picture it
		now.
		
		Apollo:
		(That window does look like it
		would be good for keeping a
		look-out but little else.)
		
		Phoenix:
		The room had a few other
		tricks to it...
		
		Phoenix:
		Though it was common knowledge
		to our regulars.
		
		Phoenix:
		At any rate, they come to play
		poker in a room steeped in
		history.
		
		Phoenix:
		Despite the dark past, it was
		all just good, clean fun.
		
	Phoenix:
	The rules are simple: we play
	a game of poker using two
	decks of cards.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Two decks of cards?
		
		Phoenix:
		A simple measure to prevent
		cheating.
		
		Phoenix:
		If you alternate two decks,
		no one can slip in cards.
		
		Judge:
		There's something else I
		noticed...
		
		Judge:
		In addition to the cards on
		the table, there are some
		lying scattered on the floor.
		
		Kristoph:
		Precisely.  Cards on the table,
		cards upon the floor...
		
		Kristoph:
		Each one forming a complete
		deck.
		
		Kristoph:
		A crime scene painted blue
		by a sad sweep of cards...
		
		Kristoph:
		It's poetic, really.
		
		Phoenix:
		Incidentally, we used two
		types of cards at the club.
		
		Phoenix:
		One deck of cards was red.
		The other blue.
		
		Judge:
		Hmm...
		
		Judge:
		As I recall, in poker you
		make five-card "hands".
		
		Judge:
		I can see how it would be
		easy to cheat.
		
		Phoenix:
		Heh...
		Yes.  A game of "hands".
		
		Apollo:
		...?
	
	Phoenix:
	That's all it is... a game.
	And our customers are happy.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		So, you claim you weren't
		gambling?
		
		Phoenix:
		That's right.  It was simply
		a game.
		
		Apollo:
		You didn't bet any money?
		Not even a little?
		
		Phoenix:
		The only thing at stake in
		our game... was pride itself.
		
		Judge:
		Ho ho!
		Well put, Mr. Wright.
		
		Judge:
		I've got a mind to play a hand
		of poker myself...
		
		Judge:
		The stakes: your fate!
		
		Apollo:
		(Um... Can we get back to the
		trial now?)
	
	Apollo:
	(I can't imagine Mr. Wright
	lying in a testimony...)
	
	Kristoph:
	Isn't it a little early to be
	jumping to conclusions?
	
	Kristoph:
	This is your first
	cross-examination.
	Take it slow.
	
	Kristoph:
	If you need more information,
	don't forget to press.
	
	Apollo:
	R-Right!  I got it!  I'm fine!
	(Time to listen to that
	testimony again.)
	
			((Pressed 2, 3, and 4))
			
			Judge:
			This competition you're
			talking about...
			
			Judge:
			I believe the court
			understands the nature
			of the game sufficiently.
			
			Apollo:
			Th-That's right!
			
			Apollo:
			It was a simple game, after
			all!
			
			Judge:
			Are you sure?
			
			Apollo:
			Huh?
			
			Judge:
			People are not murdered over
			"simple games", Mr. Justice.
			
			Judge:
			Defendant.  You were in the
			room the very moment that
			the crime occurred...
			
			Judge:
			Yet you claim no connection
			to the crime?
			
			Phoenix:
			...
			Now that's strange.
			
			Judge:
			What's strange?
			
			Phoenix:
			I was testifying about the
			competition that night.
			
			Phoenix:
			Asking me about the crime at
			this point is against the
			rules, Your Honor.
			
			Phoenix:
			Of course, I expected to hear
			a cry of "Objection!" from
			the defense...
			
			Apollo:
			Ack!
			
			Apollo
			(Argh!  I completely let that
			one slip by!)
			
			Kristoph:
			Don't despair yet, Justice.
			
			Apollo:
			S-Sir?
			
			Kristoph:
			Wright.  There's something I'd
			like made clear.
			
			Kristoph:
			Namely, your connection to the
			case at hand.  And I'd like to
			hear it from you.
			
			Phoenix:
			...
			Sure, why not?
			
			Judge:
			Very well.  The defendant
			will amend his testimony.
			
			Apollo:
			(Just one little press...)
			
			Apollo:
			(...and I've got myself a
			whole new testimony!)
			
	Phoenix:
	I plead silence regarding the
	murder.  But I will say I never
	touched the murder weapon.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		S-Silence?
		
		Phoenix:
		The defendant has the right
		to refuse to testify.
		
		Phoenix:
		...I haven't forgotten
		everything about the law.
		
		Apollo:
		But why?  That clearly puts you
		at a disadvantage...
		
		Phoenix:
		And it's your job to turn
		that around in our favor, yes?
		
		Apollo:
		(Great.  Like I didn't have
		enough to do already...)
		
		Kristoph:
		Justice.  Didn't you detect
		anything odd about that
		testimony?
		
		Apollo:
		Huh...?
		
		Apollo:
		(Wait...
		Something he said did ring
		a little strangely.)
		
		Apollo:
		(Just one thing... Now what
		was it!?)
		
		Kristoph:
		When you figure it out, I'd
		suggest presenting evidence.
		
		Kristoph:
		Evidence that contradicts
		the testimony.
		
		Apollo:
		(A contradiction in
		Mr. Wright's testimony?
		But why!?)
		
		Apollo:
		(I'd better check the
		Court Record.)
		
		
((Present Deadly Bottle))
			
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
			
Apollo:
So you say you didn't touch
the murder weapon... this
grape juice bottle?
			
Apollo:
...Right?
			
Phoenix:
So I said.
			
Apollo:
...
			
Judge:
Something the matter,
Mr. Justice?
			
Payne:
Hee hee hee...
			
Payne:
Too bad our new defense
attorney never learned how
to play dumb!
			
Judge: 
What's this, Mr. Payne?

Payne:
I examined the bottle in
question, you see.

Payne:
And it was covered with the
defendant's fingerprints!

Apollo:
O b j e c t i o n!

Judge:
No need to shout, Mr. Justice!
I can hear you just fine!

Apollo:
Aha ha ha...

Kristoph:
Excess yelling can damage the
judge's ears... and our case.

Apollo:
(B-But what about my Chords
of Steel...?)

Apollo:
Any...
Anyway!

Apollo:
What's so strange about
fingerprints on a bottle
in a restaurant?

Judge:
Well, that's true.  The prints
alone don't prove he did it--

Payne:
*OBJECTION!*

Payne: 
Oh, they wouldn't prove a
thing... if they were normal
fingerprints!

Apollo:
...Huh!?

Payne:
But the fingerprints on the
murder weapon were upside-
down!

Judge:
"Upside-down"?  What does that
mean?

Payne:
It means he was holding the
bottle inverted!  And there can
be only one reason for that!

Payne:
...Yes.  To brain someone
with the bottle!

Apollo:
Auuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!

----------------------------
Deadly Bottle
Type: Weapons
Submitted as evidence
by Prosecutor Payne
Grape juice bottle used as the
murder weapon.  Mr. Wright's
prints on it are upside-down.
----------------------------

Apollo:
M-Mr. Gavin!  I think things
just took a turn for the
worse!

Kristoph:
...Oh?  I see no problem,
Justice.

Apollo:
Huh?

Kristoph:
The only thing that matters
is the truth.

Kristoph:
There's a good reason for
everything. You'll see.

Judge:
Defendant!  Can you explain
your fingerprints on this
bottle to the court!?

Phoenix:
...

Phoenix:
I stand by my plea of silence
regarding the murder.

Phoenix:
...For now.

Judge:
Hmm... Not very cooperative,
are you?

Judge:
This could hurt your case.

Payne:
I'm sure he's uncooperative
because he's hiding something!
There must be some reason...

Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*

Kristoph:
...Your Honor.  You seem to
have forgotten something.

Judge:
And what might that be,
Mr. Gavin?

Kristoph:
On the night of the crime,
who was it who reported the
murder to the police?

Judge:
Reported...?

Payne:
Well, that was the defendant,
Mr. Wright.  But still, that...

Judge:
R-Really!?

Payne:
Erm, yes, well.  According to
the case file...

Payne:
The murder was reported from
near the scene, by a call from
the defendant's cell phone.

Apollo:
"Near" the scene...?

Payne:
Let's take a look at a diagram
of the murder scene, shall we?

Payne:
The victim was murdered in a
small room in a basement two
floors down from ground level.

Payne:
Of course, cell phones can't
get reception so far down.

Payne:
The defendant used the stairs
in this hallway to go above
ground...

Payne:
The call came from the first
floor of the restaurant.

Judge:
I see... And this is the phone
that made the call?

** Wright's Cell Phone added
to the Court Record. **

----------------------------
Wright's Cell Phone
Type: Other
Submitted as evidence
during the trial.
Used by the defendant to
notify the police from the
restaurant's first floor.

	=Check -> Examine Tape=
	
	Apollo:
	Wow.  The batteries are held
	in with a piece of tape...
	
	Apollo:
	He should just buy a new one.
	Maybe he can't afford it...
	or he just doesn't care.
	
----------------------------

Kristoph:
The defendant could have just
fled the scene of the crime
if he so chose.

Kristoph:
Yet, he fulfilled his duty
as a citizen and reported it
to the authorities.

Kristoph:
And you claim he is being
"uncooperative"...?

Payne:
Urk.

Apollo:
(Nice save, Mr. Gavin!  I'd
better not waste this!)

Kristoph:
...I think the prosecution
has toyed with our client
enough for the time being.

Payne:
T-Toyed?  I assure you, no
one is more serious about...

Kristoph:
What was it you said?

Kristoph:
The defendant was "in the
room the very moment that
the crime occurred".

Kristoph:
How can you possibly know
this?

Judge:
That's a good question!
How indeed!

Kristoph:
The answer is simple, Your
Honor.  The prosecution has a
decisive witness.

Payne:
Hee hee hee.  You're as good
as they say you are.

Apollo:
(So someone else was in the
room the night of the crime!)

Apollo:
(That must mean they witnessed
the crime...)

Kristoph:
Everything up till now has
been a warm-up, Justice.

Kristoph:
Are you ready?

Judge:
Very well.  The prosecution
may call its first witness
to the stand!

Payne:
The witness will state her
name and profession.

Judge:
H-Hold on just a moment!

Judge:
Where's the witness?

Payne:
I surmise that she has been
frightened by the defense's
demonic-looking horns.

Apollo:
(So I used a little hair
gel!  Relax, people!)

Judge:
Have no fear!  If any horns
point in your direction this
court will cut them off.

???:
...
You... are sure?

Judge:
I swear it on my gavel!
Please, come out.

Apollo:
Isn't violence against hair
a crime, Your Honor?

???:
Well, if you are sure it is
OK...

Judge:
Ahem.  Now, the prosecution...

Judge:
W-W-Wait a minute!

Judge:
Would the prosecution care
to explain the witness's...
erm... paraphernalia?

Payne:
Er... yes.

Payne:
She is a professional, Your
Honor.  Those are merely the
tools of her trade.

Judge:
And that would be...?

Olga:
My name... is Olga Orly.

Olga:
I am employed as waitress in
Borscht Bowl Club restaurant.

----------------------------
Olga Orly
Age: 21
Gender: Female
The witness in this case.
A Russian waitress at the
Borscht Bowl Club.
----------------------------

Judge:
Then... why the camera?

Olga:
Of course, it is my pride
to serve borscht that is
naming restaurant.

Olga:
But I also perform -- how it
is said?  Other service.

Judge:
I take it one of these other
services is taking the
customers' pictures?

Olga:
Dah, dah.
Like, for example...
this one.

Judge:
Th-That's...
the defendant!?

Payne:
Indeed.
On the night of the murder.

Olga:
Man in white hat...
is one who has gone kaput.

Judge:
Indeed...
That is the victim.

Judge:
Order!  Order!

Judge:
This is quite a piece of
evidence to casually drop
into our laps!

Olga:
It is same way as I drop cold
bowls of borscht on laps of
customers... casually.

Judge:
Hmm...
Then the court will casually
accept this new evidence.

** Olga's Photo added to
the Court Record **

----------------------------
Olga's Photo
Type: Photographs
Submitted as evidence
by Olga Orly.
The defendant & Mr. Smith at
the Borscht Bowl Club.  Touch
the Check Button for details.
----------------------------

Payne:
Now, witness.  Where were you
at the time of the murder?

Olga:
I was in room.
The Hydeout, we call it.

Apollo:
Excuse me?  The Hydeout?

Olga:
It is room where famous
gangster "Badgai" was
arrested.

Olga:
Is room where murder took
place.

Apollo:
Whaaaaat!?

Olga:
Your look of utter surprise...
It is lovely.

Olga:
I will post by courtroom door
later for you!

Olga:
Dah, dah, photos will be
numbered, and you will write
which ones you want copy of.

Apollo:
(So there were three people
in the room at the time of
the crime...)

Apollo:
(The victim, Shadi Smith,
Mr. Wright,
and...)

Apollo:
(...Olga Orly, our witness!)

Apollo:
(...And if Mr. Wright isn't
the killer, that means...!)

Judge:
Very well, Witness!

Judge:
You will testify to the court
about that night's events!

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- That Fateful Night --
	
	Olga:
	That night, customer asked
	me to deal cards for game.
	
	Olga:
	It was cold... Both players
	played with hats on, dah.
	
	Olga:
	The victim, he plays
	whole time with his hand on
	locket at his neck.
	
	Olga:
	Then, last hand is done!
	But something terrible has
	happened, dah!
	
	Olga:
	That man flew at victim, and
	is strangling him to death!
	
Judge:
Hmm...

Judge:
Incidentally, who won the
game?

Payne:
Isn't it obvious?
The winner was the victim...
Mr. Smith!

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
That's ridiculous!
Um, because...

Apollo:
Because Mr. Wright can't lose!

Kristoph:
Ahem.  Justice?

Kristoph:
Maybe you can come up with
a more legitimate objection?

Apollo:
But!
He hadn't lost in seven years!

Payne:
Take it from me kid.
It happens.

Payne:
I didn't lose a case my first
seven years as prosecutor,
either.

Payne:
Incidentally.
I have some evidence here.

Payne:
These are the poker chips as
they lay the very moment of
the crime.

Payne:
The hand and chips on this
side belong to the defendant,
Mr. Wright.

Payne:
Those on the far side belonged
to the victim, Mr. Smith.

Judge:
Chips... you say?

Payne:
Dah.  I mean yes!  Imagine that
poker is war...

Payne:
Your hand is your army, and
the chips are the spoils.

Judge:
I-I know that.  After all, in
my youth I was known as...

Judge:
...the "Poker Head of
Courtroom No. 3"!

Apollo:
(I think he means "poker
face"...)

Judge:
Hmm...
Looking at this picture...

Judge:
...it does seem that most of
the chips are on the victim's
side of the table.

** Chip Photo added to
the Court Record. **

----------------------------
Chip Photo
Type: Photographs
Submitted as evidence
by Prosecutor Payne
Defendant & victim's chips
when crime took place.  Touch
the Check Button for details.
----------------------------

Judge:
Very well.  The defense may
cross-examine the witness.

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- That Fateful Night --
	
	Olga:
	That night, customer asked
	me to deal cards for game.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You were dealing cards...
		Do you do this often?
		
		Olga:
		Dah, I am doing this.
		
		Olga:
		If customer wishes it, I
		serve anything.  Borscht,
		cards, more borscht...
		
		Olga:
		It is my work.
		
		Judge:
		It's good to hear of a
		place that hasn't forgotten
		the meaning of service!
		
		Olga:
		Welcome you to Borscht Bowl
		Club, where borscht is as
		warm as the waitresses!
		
		Apollo:
		Thank you for NOT handing
		out flyers during the cross-
		examination.
	
	Olga:
	It was cold... Both players
	played with hats on, dah.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		It's already April.  How could
		it be cold?
		
		Olga:
		At Borscht Bowl Club we have
		pride on authentic rustic
		Russian restaurant theme.
		
		Olga:
		Outside it is city in Spring,
		but inside it is always as
		cold as Mother Russia!
		
		Apollo:
		(No way am I going there.)
		
		Olga:
		When it comes to hot borscht,
		cold is best seasoning, dah?
		
	Olga:
	The victim, he plays
	whole time with his hand on
	locket at his neck.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		His "locket"...?
		
		Olga:
		I believe it was good-luck
		charm, dah?
		
		Olga:
		He gripped it many times as
		he played that night.
		
		Judge:
		Yes, he must have felt as
		though it might carry him to
		the moon and the stars!
		
		Judge:
		Though if it were small enough
		to fit around his neck, it
		wouldn't have much lift...
		
		Apollo:
		Um... The defense would like
		a clarification: this is a
		locket we're talking about?
		
		Apollo:
		I mean, a pendant with a
		picture in it, right?
		Not a "rocket"?
		
		Judge:
		Of course!  I knew that!
		
		Judge:
		It was probably a pendant
		shaped like a rocket.  That's
		why she called it that.
		
		Apollo:
		No, a locket's a locket!  It
		doesn't matter what shape
		it is
		
		Kristoph:
		It's considered bad form to
		poke fun at the hard-of-
		hearing in our society.
		
		Apollo:
		(Hard of hearing, or hard of
		understanding?)
		
		Payne:
		So, what happened next?
		
	Olga:
	Then, last hand is done!
	But something terrible has
	happened, dah!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
	
		Apollo:
		Something terrible!?!?
		
		Olga:
		Eeeeeeeeeeeek!
		
		Judge:
		The defense will refrain from
		needless shouting!
		
		Apollo:
		Er, sorry.  (I need to
		seriously reconsider this
		vocal training thing...)
		
		Payne:
		Now, Ms. Orly, can you
		tell us what happened?
		
		Olga:
		Oh, I was so frightened!
		Dah, I trembled with fear!
	
	Olga:
	That man flew at victim, and
	is strangling him to death!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		But the defendant would never
		do such a thing!
		
		Olga:
		Eeeeeeeek!
		
		Judge:
		Well now, I can't say I've
		ever heard the defense try
		this tactic.
		
		Kristoph:
		If possible...
		Please...
		Refrain from embarrassing me.
		
		Judge:
		Still... Why would anyone do
		something like this over a
		game of poker?
		
		Olga:
		Perhaps it is because
		defendant has lost game?
		
		Payne:
		Yes!  A crushing defeat for
		a man undefeated!
		
		Payne:
		So it always is with men like
		him.  Winners make sore losers.
		Oh, how the mighty fall!
		
		
			((Present Smith's Autopsy Report))

			Apollo:
			Oh really?  "Strangled", you
			say?  That's odd.

			Olga:
			Dah, normal customers only
			choke on borscht.

			Apollo:
			No, I mean this report shows
			that the victim died of a blow
			to the head!

			Olga:
			Aaack!

			Apollo:
			Ms. Orly!
			Really now...
			Did you witness the crime!?

			Olga:
			Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

			Judge:
			Hmm...

			Judge:
			Looking at the picture, it
			doesn't seem like he was hit.

			Judge:
			He's still wearing his hat
			and everything.

			Payne:
			Yet, it is a fact that he
			was hit, Your Honor.

			Payne:
			Here's a photo we took of
			the victim with his hat off
			during our investigation.

			Judge:
			Well, that's quite
			shocking, isn't it?

			Judge:
			This head certainly was hit.

			** Crime Photo 2 added to
			the Court Record **

----------------------------
Crime Photo 2
Type: Photographs
Submitted as evidence
by Prosecutor Payne.
Photo of forehead.  Hat removed
during investigation.  Touch
the Check Button for details.
----------------------------

			Olga:
			B-But...!
			I have seen it happen!

			Olga:
			The defendant, he lunge at
			victim, his neck...

			Apollo:
			(Oh really, Ms. Orly?  I think
			I've caught you in your own
			lie this time!)

			Kristoph:
			...Justice.

			Kristoph:
			I admire your enthusiasm, but
			perhaps you should think this
			through once more.

			Apollo:
			Wh-
			What do you mean?
			I found a contradiction!

			Kristoph:
			There's one thing in her
			testimony that... troubles me.

			Judge:
			Very well.

			Judge:
			It seems we should continue
			the cross-examination.

			Apollo:
			(There's such a thing as
			thinking too much...)

			Apollo:
			(This horse is dead, let's
			stop beating it!)

			Kristoph:
			There's such a thing as
			thinking aloud too much, too.

			
	Kristoph:
	Go ahead.  I believe you know
	what it is you need to do.
	
	Apollo:
	Right, sir!  Leave it to me!
	
	Apollo:
	(There were only three people
	in the room at the time of
	the murder.)
	
	Apollo:
	(The victim, Shadi Smith,
	Mr. Wright, and...)
	
	Apollo:
	(And if Mr. Wright isn't
	the killer...)
	
	Apollo:
	(I've got you now, Orly!)
	

((Present Crime Photo 2))

Apollo:
(You know, there was one
curious part in her testimony
just like Mr. Gavin said.)

Apollo:
(But what does it mean?)

Judge:
Mr. Justice, would you care
to explain what it is you're
thinking so intensely about?

Apollo:
Recall the testimony, Your
Honor...

Apollo:
The victim played with "his
hand on locket at his neck",
I believe she said?

Payne:
I hope you aren't about to
raise an objection to the
witness's grammar!

Apollo:
No, but look at this
photograph.

Apollo:
Do you see a locket on the
victim's neck?

Kristoph:
Well done, Justice.
I'm impressed.

Kristoph:
I knew you'd be able to
handle this.

Apollo:
B-But what does it mean?

Judge:
If we are to believe this
witness's testimony as-is...

Judge:
Then the locket "disappeared"
following the victim's death.

Apollo:
Lockets don't just 
"disappear", Your Honor!

Kristoph:
It's quite simple when you
think about it.

Kristoph:
If the locket is gone, someone
must have taken it off, no?

Apollo:
Taken it off... Wait, you
dont mean...!

Kristoph:
The defendant wasn't
strangling the victim
at all.

Kristoph:
He was taking off his locket!
...Wouldn't that explain it?

Judge:
Ah...!

Payne:
Urk...?

Judge:
D-Defendant!  What do you
have to say to this?

Phoenix:
...

Judge:
...
Say.

Phoenix:
Yes?

Judge:
I just noticed this, but...

Judge:
You have something hanging
around your neck, don't you.

Phoenix:
Oh?
You mean this?

Phoenix:
Yes, it's a locket... with a
photograph inside.

Phoenix:
A photo... of my daughter.

Apollo:
C-Come again?

Judge:
Mr. Wright!  You have a
daughter!?

Payne:
We confirmed it at the time
of the arrest.

Payne:
The picture in the locket is
indeed Mr. Wright's daughter.

Phoenix:
...

Apollo:
(So Mr. Wright has a locket,
too...?)

Apollo:
(Why don't I buy that this
is just a coincidence...?)

Judge:
Well now, if the results of
this poker game led to the
murder...

Judge:
Perhaps we should hear a bit
more about the outcome of
the game?

Payne:
Further testimony won't really
be necessary.

Payne:
It's clear the defendant lost.
Badly.

Olga:
...

Judge:
Ms. Orly!

Judge:
You will testify to the court
about the game played between
the victim and the defendant!

Olga:
D-Dah...

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- Serious Competition --
	
	Olga:
	The game began with 3,500
	point in chips for each man.
	
	Olga:
	House chips come in two size:
	small and large.
	
	Olga:
	The one who was winning...
	dah, it was victim!
	
	Olga:
	For last hand, defendant
	play with all chips on table
	and lose.
	
	Olga:
	The moment loss was decided,
	defendant grabs bottle
	from table and...
	
Judge:
Indeed...
Looking at this picture...

Judge:
It does seem to be a
one-sided game.

Payne:
As the court knows, poker
was the defendant's life!

Payne:
Failure must have been a
bitter pill to swallow!

Judge:
Ah, how many times have I
heard these words:

Judge:
"I done it in a fit of anger, 
Yer Honor, and now I regret 
what I done".

Judge:
...A common tale, but true.

Apollo:
(Methinks the judge watches
too many old court movies.)

Apollo:
(Mr. Wright said he hasn't
lost in seven years, so this
testimony must be wrong!)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- Serious Competition --
	
	Olga:
	The game began with 3,500
	point in chips for each man.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Are those the usual starting
		points?  Were any special
		rules used...?
		
		Olga:
		No, not special.  Usual game,
		usual rules.
		
		Judge:
		If each man began with 3,500
		points, then the total would
		be...
		
		Judge:
		Um...
		Exactly six, no, 7,000 points!
		
		Apollo:
		(Please, this isn't calculus.
		It's not even long division!)
		
		Kristoph:
		...
	
	Olga:
	House chips come in two size:
	small and large.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Are the chips in this photo
		all the chips that were used?
		
		Olga:
		Da...
		Dah!  Of course.
		
		Apollo:
		...?
		
		Apollo:
		(Something's fishy with
		these chips.  Should I
		press harder?)
		
		
			[ No need ]
			
			Apollo:
			(...Nah.)
			
			Apollo:
			(...It's her nature
			to be jumpy and
			suspicious-looking.)
			
			
			[ Press harder ]
			
			Apollo:
			Maybe you could explain a bit
			about these "chips"?
			
			Olga:
			E-Explain?  What is there to
			be explained?
			
			Payne:
			*OBJECTION!*
			
			Payne:
			Poker chips are poker chips.
			
			Payne:
			They're not fish and chips,
			not a chip off the old block,
			not a motorcycle cop, not a...
			
			Apollo:
			...Thanks.
			
			Apollo:
			(Now that I've pressed her I'd
			better ask something...)
			
			Apollo:
			What are these chips worth?
			Are they in dollars?
			Or rubles, even?
			
			Olga:
			...Nyet.
			As I have been saying before,
			it was game, not gambling.
			
			Olga:
			Hard perhaps for capitalist
			to understand.
			
			Olga:
			Two types of chip: 100 points
			chip and 1,000 points chip.
			
			Olga:
			It is not money, dah.
			
			Kristoph:
			...Justice.
			
			Apollo:
			Sir!
			
			Kristoph:
			Don't you find her comment...
			interesting?
			
			Apollo:
			In more ways than one, sir.
			
			Kristoph:
			I'd have it added to her
			testimony, myself.
			
			Judge:
			Well?  Does the defense want
			the witness to add to her
			testimony?
			
			
				[ No need ]
				
				Kristoph:
				Very well...
				It's your trial, after all.
				
				Apollo:
				(Way to fill me with
				confidence...)
				
				Judge:
				Very well.  The witness will
				resume her testimony!
				
				Olga:
				Dah, Your Honor.
				
				
				[ Add to testimony ]
				
				Apollo:
				Yes, I do think this deserves
				further scrutiny.
				
				Apollo:
				Add it to the testimony!
				(I wish I knew where I was
				going with this...)
				
				Judge:
				Very well.  Witness, if you
				would be so kind?
				
				Olga:
				D-Dah, Your Honor.
				
				((Testimony 2 changes))
				
	Olga:
	One kind of chip is worth
	100 points, other kind is
	worth 1,000.  Two kinds in all.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		(Mr. Gavin said this testimony
		is important!)
		
		Apollo:
		(...To be honest, I have no
		idea why.)
		
		Judge:
		...Mr. Justice?
		
		Judge:
		Do the court a favor and think
		of what you want to say before
		raising your hand.
		
		Judge:
		We are not in kindergarten.
		
		Apollo:
		Ack!  Sorry!  I'm fine!
		
		Apollo:
		(I'd better think of something
		to ask... and quick!)
		
		Apollo:
		Um...
		The two types of chips...
		
		Olga:
		Dah...?
		
		Apollo:
		Um.
		The small ones are 100, and
		the big ones 1,000...
		
		Apollo:
		Uh?  Right?  Right.  Of course.
		
		Payne:
		Hah!
		Don't waste our time!
		
		Apollo:
		*sigh*
		
		Apollo:
		...
		
		Judge:
		Is that all?
		
		Apollo:
		Um... Yeah.
		*gulp*
		
		Apollo:
		(Great.  Mr. Gavin made me
		stop her, and now I'm the one
		who looks dumb.)
		
		Kristoph:
		Oh, Justice?
		
		Kristoph:
		Please try not to embarrass
		me like that.
		
		Apollo:
		Huh?  Who?  Me!?
		
		Kristoph:
		There's a clear contradiction
		in the information you have
		in your hands.
		
		Apollo:
		(What...!?)
		
		Kristoph:
		It's a simple matter of
		calculation.  Go on, try it.
		
		Kristoph:
		We're not in kindergarten,
		after all.
		
		Apollo:
		("Calculation"...?)
	
	Olga:
	The one who was winning...
	dah, it was victim!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You're telling me that
		Mr. Wright, undefeated for
		seven whole years, was losing?
		
		Olga:
		Dah.  It must have been most
		unlucky day for him.
		
		Olga:
		I am glad I did not take
		other picture of him.  It would
		break camera, certainly.
		
		Olga:
		The chips, they went always
		to victim's side of table.
		
		Payne:
		So you're telling us it was a
		one-sided game?
		
		Olga:
		Dah.  One-sided, and...
	
	Olga:
	For last hand, defendant
	play with all chips on table
	and lose.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
	
		Apollo:
		"Last hand"?
		
		Olga:
		It was largest points
		of any hand.
		
		Olga:
		The defendant's hand,
		it was excellent.
		
		Olga:
		He try to use it to take
		victory from behind.
		
		Judge:
		It appears that both the
		defendant and the victim's
		hands are in this picture.
		
		Judge:
		That is truly an excellent
		hand.  However, so is the
		victim's...
		
		Olga:
		One with highest number wins,
		so defendant loses.
		
		Payne:
		The victim, Mr. Smith,
		had a stronger hand than
		the defendant and crushed him.
		
		Payne:
		I believe that explains
		what occurred next.
		
		Olga:
		Once cards laid down on table,
		it happened...
		
	Olga:
	The moment loss was decided,
	defendant grabs bottle
	from table and...
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		And...?  What happened next!?
		
		Olga:
		...Even to think of it now,
		I shake and tremble, dah!
		
		Olga:
		I did not believe such thing
		would happen!
		
		Apollo:
		What "such thing"!?
		
		Olga:
		Please, you must believe!
		I had no idea...
		
		Olga:
		How could such thing occur!?
		
		Apollo:
		What "such thing"!?
		
		Olga:
		...Ny-Nyet!
		...Nyet, nyet, nyet!
		
		Olga:
		The defendant had been hitting
		v-victim!!!
		
		Olga:
		Dah, I saw it all happen,
		right before me...
		
		Olga:
		I saw bottle coming down on
		victim's head!
		
		Payne:
		Decisive, isn't it, Your
		Honor?
		
		Payne:
		My witness saw the very
		moment of the crime!
		
		Judge:
		Hmm...
	
	Kristoph:
	Remember, your first goal is
	to gather information!
	
	Apollo:
	Yes, sir!
	
	Apollo:
	(Look out contradiction,
	here comes Justice!)
	
	
((Present Chip Photo))

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
You're sure it was the
victim who won?

Apollo:
Absolutely sure?

Olga:
...!

Payne:
*OBJECTION!*

Payne:
It seems our new attorney is
a bit confused...

Payne:
A glance at the picture is
enough to tell you who won!
If you're not in kindergarten.

Judge:
Um... Just for safety's sake,
could you explain the problem
to the court?

Apollo:
Of course, Your Honor.

Apollo:
In this photo I see small
chips and I see large chips.

Apollo:
Tell me.. which were worth
1,000 points?

Payne:
Why, the big ones of course!
Duh!

Apollo:
Oh, I thought so too... but
then the totals don't add up.

Payne:
Th-The totals...?

Apollo:
Let's review what the witness 
told us:

Apollo:
Each man started with 3,500
points in chips.

Apollo:
And the combined total value
of the chips was 7,000 points.

Judge:
Yes... if my calculations
are correct!  Let's see, three
plus one, carry the five...

Apollo:
Um, they are, Your Honor.
Now!

Apollo:
Look at this photo that
allegedly shows all the chips.

Apollo:
If the big chips are worth
1,000 points, and the small
chips are worth 100...

Apollo:
And you add them up...

Payne:
How much is it!?

Apollo:
(Do it yourself... You aren't
in kindergarten, are you?)

Apollo:
...10,600 points.
The chips don't add up!

Apollo:
This clearly contradicts the
witness's testimony!

Payne:
B-But why!?
How could this be!?

Kristoph:
Exactly... Justice.

Kristoph:
Now that you know the "what",
you must determine the "why".

Apollo:
(Right... There's only one
possible way to explain this
contradiction!)


	[ Starting points were wrong ]
	
	Apollo:
	This calculation makes the
	answer clear!
	
	Apollo:
	If the total combined points
	at the table was 10,600...
	
	Apollo:
	Then each man started the
	night with 5,300 points!
	
	Judge:
	Five thousand three hundred...
	
	Judge:
	That's a rather half-baked
	score at which to start a 
	game.
	
	Kristoph:
	Justice... Would different
	starting points really
	change anything?
	
	Apollo:
	Eh?
	
	Judge:
	It seems the defense's
	objection was even more
	half-baked than the score!
	
	Apollo:
	(Uh oh... Time to head
	back into the kitchen!)
	
	
	[ Chip count was wrong ]
	
	Apollo:
	The odd thing here is the
	number of chips... Right,
	Mr. Gavin?
	
	Kristoph:
	...Why are you asking me?
	
	Apollo:
	Uh...
	Just in case?
	
	Kristoph:
	Justice... It's your case
	I'm concerned about.
	
	Kristoph:
	If you're wondering about the
	chips, just look at the
	photograph.  It's all there.
	
	Kristoph:
	Even our judge with his
	failing eyesight could
	count them.
	
	Apollo:
	(That's not the only thing
	failing the judge.)
	
	Judge:
	...Let me ask you again.
	
	
	[ Both were right ]
	
	Apollo:
	Each man began the game with
	3,500 points.
	
	Apollo:
	If all the chips are indeed
	shown in this photograph...
	
	Apollo:
	Then there can be only one
	answer.
	
	Judge: 
	Well, what is it?
	
	Apollo:
	The value of the chips...
	was the other way around!
	
	
Payne:
Wh-What!?

Apollo:
Want to know what I think?

Apollo:
The small chips were worth
1,000 points, not the big
ones!

Payne:
Madness!  Utter madness!

Judge:
Show me that photograph
of the chips again!

Judge:
...There are six small chips,
and ten large chips...

Judge:
Why, that does make 7,000
points when you add them up!

Kristoph:
Excellent work, Justice.

Kristoph:
It's almost as though you
figured it out by yourself.

Apollo:
Well... I'm just glad I was
the one who said it.

Payne:
*OBJECTION!*

Payne:
B-But wait!

Payne:
The value of the chips may
be different, but that changes
nothing!!!

Judge:
Indeed..
The victim did have the
larger number of chips still.

Judge:
...
Ah!

Apollo:
...Exactly.

Apollo:
If the small chips are 1,000
points, and the large chips
are 100...

Apollo:
Let's do a little math.
Add up the points for each
side of the table!

Payne:
Ah... Auuuuuuuuuuuuugh!

Judge:
The victim, Mr. Smith, had
2,900 points, and the
defendant had...

Judge:
4,100 points!

Apollo:
Well now...

Apollo:
It seems that Mr. Wright was
winning that night after all!

Payne:
That's... impossible!

Apollo:
My client had even less reason
to kill the victim!

Apollo:
After all...
he was winning!

Payne:
Yeeeaaaargh!

Apollo:
Now... Ms. Orly.

Apollo:
You must have known the
true value of the chips.

Apollo:
Since you were there at the
scene of the crime...
weren't you?

Orly:
Ah...
Eeeeeeeeeek!

Judge:
Order!  Order!!!

Judge:
It appears our defendant
has lost his "motive".

Judge:
And Mr. Wright's supposed
defeat... never happened.

Payne:
Nnn... nunngk!

Judge:
We must now ask ourselves
whether we can trust the
witness's testimony at--

???:
*HOLD IT!*

Judge:
E-Excuse me?  What is it,
Ms. Orly?

Olga:
I... I did not want to be
saying this, but...

Olga:
Actually, you see, erm...

Payne:
See what, Ms. Orly!?  What
do we see!?

Olga:
In the last hand, there
was cheat!

Payne:
A ch-cheat?
You... You don't mean...

Payne:
...a trick!?

Judge:
Wait, or do you mean...

Judge:
..a scam!?

Apollo:
(They're all the same thing!)

Olga:
Yes, there was cheat in
last hand...

Olga:
That is why game ends
with chips as they are!

Apollo:
(Great... Just great...)

Apollo:
(First we have lying...
now cheating...)

Kristoph:
Well, this case certainly
has taken a turn...

Kristoph:
...for the interesting!

Judge:
Witness!  You will please
testify to the court!

Judge: 
Tell us about this cheating
in the final hand!

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- The Final Hand --
	
	Olga:
	The last hand... both men had
	"full house".
	
	Olga:
	There is four of each card
	in deck, from ace to king.
	
	Olga:
	If you look at both men's
	hands, cheat is more obvious!
	
	Olga:
	The next moment, game
	becomes argument, dah!  The
	defendant's trick was exposed!
	
	Olga:
	He took bottle in his
	hand... Poor Mr. Smith!
	
Apollo:
Ms. Orly!

Apollo:
Why did you not tell the
court about this from the
very beginning!?

Olga:
...

Apollo:
(I thought I smelled a
cover-up here...)

Apollo:
(Well folks, it's time to
throw back the covers!)

Judge:
Hmm...

Judge:
A full house is a very
high-scoring hand.

Judge:
Not easy to make, in my 
experience.

Payne:
That alone is enough to
suspect less-than-scrupulous
tactics.

Apollo:
Um... Mr. Gavin?

Apollo:
What's a full house?

Payne:
Lawyers these days... You
don't know your poker?

Judge:
I can't say this bodes well
for your case... or career.

Apollo:
(What is this, some kind of
secret court poker ring!?)

Kristoph:
...Justice.

Kristoph:
You know the terms "one pair",
"two pair", and "three of a
kind", yes?

Apollo:
Uh, yeah!  No problem!

Apollo:
Two cards with the same number
makes a pair, and three makes
a three of a kind!

Kristoph:
Good.  Now picture a hand with
one pair, and one three of a
kind.

Kristoph:
That's a full house.

Apollo:
(Hmm... That doesn't sound
very easy to make, does it.)

Payne:
You can see each player's
hand in this photo.

Apollo:
(Wow... They both have full
houses!)

Payne:
We forget, there's an easy way
to make a full house... and
go undefeated for seven years.

Payne:
You cheat.

Judge:
Ahem.  The defense may
cross-examine the witness.

Apollo:
(If he did cheat in the last
hand, that still leaves one
important question...)

Apollo:
(Mr. Wright lost that hand.)

Apollo:
(Who's ever heard of a
professional con man
losing when they cheat!?)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- The Final Hand --
	
	Olga:
	The last hand... both men had
	"full house".
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Just how hard is it to make
		a full house, anyway?
		
		Olga:
		It is quite hard, dah.
		
		Olga:
		It is making a pair and a
		three of kind at same time!
		
		Apollo:
		...
		
		Apollo:
		I guess that's right.
		
		Judge:
		Very difficult, to be sure.
		
		Judge:
		You can take my word as the
		"Poker Head of Courtroom
		No. 3"!
		
		Olga:
		Very difficult, dah.  But is
		not impossible.
		
		Apollo:
		(OK.  Full house: Hard.
		This line of questioning: A
		waste of time.)
	
	Olga:
	There is four of each card
	in deck, from ace to king.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Four of each card, you say?
		
		Olga:
		Dah.  There is one spade, one
		diamond, one heart, and one
		club for each card.
		
		Olga:
		It is interesting fact that
		this number "four" comes from
		number of seasons!
		
		Apollo:
		Huh, you don't say.
		
		Judge:
		Ah, and did you know that
		the cards are numbered 1-13?
		
		Judge:
		Add all the cards in a deck
		and you get 364... a year!
		
		Apollo:
		Huh, you don't say.
		(Isn't that one day short?)
		
		Payne:
		That's why each deck has two
		jokers.
		
		Payne:
		They say the second joker
		stands for the leap year.
		
		Payne:
		Thus you have a perfect
		representation of the year...
		all in a deck of cards!
		
		Apollo:
		Huh, you don't say.
		
		Apollo:
		(We're going to be in this
		courtroom for a year if it
		keeps going like this!)
		
	Olga:
	If you look at both men's
	hands, cheat is more obvious!

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		How was it "clear"?
		
		Olga:
		Dah, well... the defendant...
		
		Olga:
		...he played a fifth ace!
		
		Apollo:
		A f-fifth ace!?
		
		Olga:
		I still remember both hands
		very well.
		
		Olga:
		Mr. Smith's hand has three
		aces...
		
		Olga:
		...and Mr. Wright's two.
		
		Payne:
		Obviously, cheating was afoot!
		Or perhaps I should say...
		a hand!
		
		Kristoph:
		Your Honor... perhaps this
		can be added to the testimony?
		Without Mr. Payne's joke.
		
		Judge:
		Very well.  The witness will
		add this detail to her
		testimony, please.
		
		((Testimony 3 changes))
		
	Olga:
	Mr. Smith's hand has three
	aces, and Mr. Wright's two.
	...It is five aces in all.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		A fifth ace...?
		
		Olga:
		Dah!  It should not exist, no?
		
		Olga:
		I still remember both hands
		very well.
		
		Olga:
		Mr. Smith's hand has three
		aces...
		
		Olga:
		...and Mr. Wright's two.

		Judge:
		Well, where did this card
		come from then?
		
		Payne:
		...Perhaps we should ask the
		defendant that very question!
		
		Payne:
		Adding cards to a deck is no
		less serious a taboo than...
		
		Payne:
		Than forging evidence in a
		court of law!
		
		Apollo:
		Nnnk...!
		
		Kristoph:
		Now... Perhaps it's time for
		you to say something, Justice?
		
		Apollo:
		You bet!  I've no intention of
		staying quiet!  Not me!  No sir!
		
		Apollo:
		(...I'd better find some
		contradicting evidence fast!)
	
	Olga:
	The next moment, game
	becomes argument, dah!  The
	defendant's trick was exposed!

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		Do you recall what the men
		were arguing about?
		
		Olga:
		Dah, I believe so...
		
		Olga:
		The victim, he shouts, "you
		are cheater!" and then...
		
		Olga:
		...the defendant shouts
		something like, "I have
		objection!"
		
		Payne:
		Shouting objection, eh?  Old
		habits are hard to break!
		
		Payne:
		First he bluffed his way
		through the courtroom, now he
		bluffs his way through life!
		
		Apollo:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Apollo:
		However!  Mr. Wright lost
		the hand!
		
		Apollo:
		That seems to cast the
		shadow of doubt on
		Mr. Smith!
		
		Olga:
		Humiliation from losing
		even when cheating...
		
		Olga:
		That is what set fire to
		defendant's heart!
		
		Judge:
		So what did the flaming
		defendant do next?
	
	Olga:
	He took bottle in his
	hand... Poor Mr. Smith!

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		By bottle, are you referring
		to... this?
		
		Olga:
		...Dah.  The defendant uses
		this bottle to... to... *sob*
		
		Payne:
		This behavior is an
		admission of cheating
		by the defendant.
		
		Judge:
		Hmm... But why use a grape
		juice bottle?
		
		Payne:
		You'd be surprised at what
		can be used as a weapon.
		
		Olga:
		This juice is recommended
		drink of Borscht Bowl Club,
		dah.
		
		Olga:
		This year's vintage is
		remarkable for its hefty
		flavor.
		
		Apollo:
		(Hefty enough to brain a grown
		man, apparently.)
	
	Apollo:
	(First she says it was a
	serious competition, now she
	says there was cheating...)
	
	Kristoph:
	Justice...
	Notice anything odd?
	
	Kristoph:
	Her testimony keeps changing.
	Now she says the defendant
	cheated.
	
	Apollo:
	Actually, yes!
	I had noticed that!
	
	Kristoph:
	Let's get the truth about this
	"cheating" first, shall we?
	
	Apollo:
	Right!  Leave it to me!
	
((Present Chip Photo))

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
It appears the witness is
mistaken...

Olga:
Miss... Taken?  But my name...

Apollo:
Look, this piece of evidence
clearly contradicts what you
said in your testimony!

Judge:
That's... the photo of the
chips, is it not?

Kristoph:
Justice.

Kristoph:
Perhaps you ought to explain
your point in a way that the
judge can comprehend...

Kristoph:
In other words, use your
finger to "point" out your
point!

Judge:
Yes... Please point out the 
contradiction in this photo.

Judge:
What particular "point"
contradicts the witness's
testimony?


	((Present Anywhere))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*

	Apollo:
	Why, it's here, of course!

	Judge:
	It's... where?

	Kristoph:
	Where is that you're pointing?
	
	Apollo:
	Where... Uhm...
	Good question!
	
	Judge:
	We've already heard today on
	the dangers of bluffing.
	
	Apollo:
	Er, sorry, Your Honor.
	(I'd better rethink this.)
	
	Judge:
	I think you'd best point
	out your point again.
	
	
((Present Victim's Cards))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
Ms. Orly, in your testimony,
you made the following claim:

Apollo:
"Mr. Smith's hand has three
aces"...

Apollo:
But as you can clearly see,
the victim's hand only held
two aces!

Olga:
Eeeeeeeek!

Payne:
*OBJECTION!*

Payne:
Well...
Well maybe the witness was
simply confused!

Payne:
Perhaps it was the defendant's
hand that held the third ace
in question...

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Take another look at the
evidence!

Apollo:
As you can see, the defendant
also had two aces in his hand.

Apollo:
Where's this fifth ace?

Apollo:
I see cheating alright, and
it's going on right here in
this courtroom!

Judge:
Two aces in each player's hand
does make four aces total.

Judge:
Hardly proof of cheating...

Olga:
Wait!  Please!

Olga:
It is true...
I have seen it!
The fifth ace!

Olga:
There was cheating,
I swear to you.

Apollo:
(That's odd...)

Apollo:
(She must be lying, yet she's
the most sincere I've seen
her all day.)

Kristoph:
You're right to trust your
instincts...

Apollo:
Mr. Gavin?

Kristoph:
Who knows what lies in store
for us in the trial ahead...

Kristoph:
Your Honor, if I may.
I have a suggestion...

Judge:
What might that be, Mr. Gavin?

Kristoph:
If you don't mind...

Kristoph:
...perhaps we might examine
the actual cards?

Judge:
The cards...?

Kristoph:
Mr. Payne.

Payne:
Urk.  Yes?

Kristoph:
The players' hands that night
were set aside as evidence,
were they not?

Kristoph:
The defense would like to
request that the cards be
shown to the court.

Judge:
Very well, the prosecution
will submit this evidence!

Judge:
Which will you examine?

Judge:
The victim's cards... or the
defendant's cards?

Apollo:
(If these cards don't prove
cheating was going on,
nothing will!)

Apollo:
(Now... which of these hands
is more suspicious?)


	[ View defendant's hand ]
	
	Apollo:
	(Let's start with Mr. Wright's
	hand.)
	
	Apollo:
	The defense would like to view
	the defendant's hand.
	
	Judge:
	Very well.
	Mr. Payne!  Your evidence.
	
	Payne:
	Y-Yes, Your Honor!
	
	** Received evidence:
	Wright's Hand. **

----------------------------
Wright's Hand
Type: Evidence
Submitted as evidence
during the trial.
Defendant Wright's hand.
Was left at the scene.
A full house.
----------------------------	

	Kristoph:
	Well now...
	Let's see what we have here.
	
	Apollo:
	Right... Right, sir!
	
	Kristoph:
	When examining evidence, be
	sure to view it from all sides
	and angles.
	
	Kristoph:
	Try using the dials on the
	evidence viewer.
	
	Kristoph:
	That should give you a better
	perspective on the case.
	
	Apollo:
	(OK...
	Let's do this!)
	
		=Examine Card Backs=
	
		Apollo:
		The card backs are red...
		
		Apollo:
		For some reason I thought that
		they were using blue cards in
		that final hand...
		
		Apollo:
		Didn't you, Mr. Gavin?
		
		Kristoph:
		Huh?  Oh, hmm.
		Which was it now...
		
	Judge:
	Well, has the defense found
	anything they would like to
	share with the court?
	
	Apollo:
	(Uh... Not unless you count
	utter confusion.)
	
	Kristoph:
	Perhaps you'd best examine the
	victim's cards next?
	
	Kristoph:
	Of course, you can always
	give these cards another look.
	
	Apollo:
	(Well?  Do I examine the other
	hand of cards?)
	
	
		[ Examine this hand again ]
		
		Apollo:
		(Maybe I missed something the
		first time...)
		
		Apollo
		(Better check them again.)
		
		
		[ Examine the other hand ]
		
		Apollo
		(Guess I'll examine the 
		victim's cards...)
		
		Apollo:
		Your Honor!  The defense
		requests time to examine
		Mr. Smith's hand!
		
		Judge:
		Granted, but make it quick,
		Mr. Justice.
		
		** Received evidence:
		Victim's Hand **
		
----------------------------
Victim's Hand
Type: Evidence
Submitted as evidence
during the trial.
Victim Smith's hand.
Was left at the scene.
A full house.
----------------------------
		
		Apollo:
		(Don't worry, Justice is
		always swift!)
		
		
		=Examine Red Card Backs=
		
		Apollo:
		The card backs are red...
		
		Apollo:
		For some reason I thought that
		they were using blue cards in
		that final hand...
		
		Apollo:
		Didn't you, Mr. Gavin?
		
		Kristoph:
		Huh?  Oh, hmm.
		Which was it now...
		
		
		=Examine Blue Card=
		
		Apollo:
		(Wh-What..!?)
		
		
	[ View victim's hand ]
	
	Apollo:
	(It was the victim's hand that
	"changed" over the course of
	the witness's testimony...)
	
	Apollo:
	The defense requests time to
	examine Mr. Smith's cards.
	
	Judge:
	Very well.
	Mr. Payne, if you would...
	
	Payne:
	...Very well.
	
	** Received evidence:
	Victim's Hand. **
	
	
		=Check -> Examine Red Card Backs=
		
		Apollo:
		The card backs are red..
		
		Apollo:
		For some reason I thought
		they were using blue-backed
		cards in the final hand...
		
		
		=Check -> Examine Blue Card=
		
		Apollo:
		Only one of the cards has
		a blue back...
		
		Apollo:
		I'm much more of a red guy
		myself.  Blue is so... not
		red, you know?
		
	
	Kristoph:
	Well, time's a wasting.
	Get to it, Justice.
	
	Apollo:
	Y-Yes, sir!
	
	Kristoph:
	When examining evidence, be
	sure to view it from all sides
	and angles.
	
	Kristoph:
	Try using the dials on the
	evidence viewer.
	
	Kristoph:
	That should give you a better
	perspective on the case.
	
	Apollo:
	(OK...
	Let's do this!)	
	
		
		=Examine Red Card Backs=
		
		Apollo:
		The card backs are red...
		
		Apollo:
		For some reason I thought that
		they were using blue cards in
		that final hand...
		
		Apollo:
		Didn't you, Mr. Gavin?
		
		Kristoph:
		Huh?  Oh, hmm.
		Which was it now...
		
		
		=Examine Blue Card=
		
		Apollo:
		(Wh-What..!?)
		
		
Apollo:
Your Honor!  Look at this!
One of the victim's cards...

Apollo:
The back is a different color!

Payne:
Eh...?
Ehhhhhh!?

Olga:
Th-That's impossible!

Olga:
But I put that card in
Wright's hand...

Olga:
Ack!

Kristoph:
...What was that, Ms. Orly?

Olga:
No... Ny-Nyet!  Er, I merely
said, eh... Dah, I have, eek!

Kristoph:
Your Honor?

Judge:
M-Mr. Gavin, yes?

Kristoph:
Tell me, what is the easiest
way to cheat at poker?

Judge:
To... cheat?

Kristoph:
I'll tell you.

Kristoph:
One merely needs a friend, a
"comrade", shall we say...

Kristoph:
The dealer!

Judge:
Ah... Ah!

Apollo:
Wait, so you mean...

Apollo:
This witness... Ms. Orly...

Kristoph:
She's the cheater.
A professional, I'd wager.

Olga:
Nyeeeeeeaaaaargh!

Judge:
Order!  Order!!!

Apollo:
(Focus, Justice!  Time to take
advantage of her!
...I mean, of her mistake!)

Apollo:
Your Honor!

Apollo:
Please recall the testimony
we just heard!

Olga:
Th-That's impossible!

Olga:
But I put that card in
Wright's hand...

Apollo:
...Ergo!
Ms. Olga Orly conspired to
cheat, not with my client...

Apollo:
...but with the victim,
Mr. Shadi Smith!

Olga:
Ooooooogh!

Apollo:
Not only did she cheat, she
cheated poorly!

Apollo:
Therefore!  It's not hard to
imagine an altercation
between her and the victim...

Payne:
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!?

Judge:
Wait, you don't mean...

Judge:
The defense isn't accusing
the witness, Ms. Olga Orly...
are you?

Apollo:
(Time for Justice!)

Apollo:
(There were three people in
the room at the time of the
incident.)

Apollo:
(And if Mr. Wright isn't
guilty, that means...)

Apollo:
...I am!

Apollo:
The defense accuses the
witness, Ms. Olga Orly,
of murder!

Olga:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Judge:
...Mr. Payne.  Where is your
witness, Ms. Olga Orly?

Payne:
Erm, it appears she has lost,
eh, consciousness, Your Honor.

Judge:
Hmm...
Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
Your Honor!

Judge:
It seems you've presented a
new possibility to the court.

Judge:
One suggesting a connection
between the witness and the
victim, Mr. Smith.

Apollo:
And that means...!?

Judge:
The court cannot pronounce a
verdict for the defendant at
this time!

Payne:
Nnk...!
What!?

Apollo:
(I did it!
I held out!)

Judge:
I see no point in prolonging
the trial this day.

Judge:
The prosecution will need to
make further inquiries...

Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
M-Mr. Wright...

Phoenix:
...You can't end the trial
here, Your Honor.

Phoenix:
Not yet.

Payne:
What nonsense is the defendant
spewing now!?

Phoenix:
Think.  One of the cards had
a different colored back.

Phoenix:
Don't you wonder what it
means?

Payne:
*OBJECTION!*

Payne:
Wh-What are you doing,
Mr. Wright!?

Payne:
Raising objections right when
you're about to get off the
hook!?  Ridiculous!

Judge:
Mr. Payne, you of all people
should know...

Judge:
Mr. Wright has a talent...

Judge:
for the ridiculous!

Judge:
Perhaps we should get to the
bottom of things.

Judge:
Let's clear up the facts about
the game that fateful night.

Phoenix:
As was said before...

Phoenix:
We alternated between two
decks of cards that night.

Payne:
That was said before!

Phoenix:
The two decks at the club
have different colored backs:
Blue... and red.

Phoenix:
One color per deck.

Apollo:
Why use different colored
backs?

Phoenix:
If we used the same color,
the two decks might get mixed.

Apollo:
(Um, you used different colors
and they STILL got mixed up.)

Phoenix:
We used the red deck for the
last game.

Judge:
Hmm... I see.
But... that's odd.

Judge:
For some reason...
I have this impression that
you were using the blue cards!

Apollo:
(Yeah, me too...)

Apollo:
(I'm sure someone said
something about blue
cards...)

Payne:
Whatever.  In the end one card
of the wrong color got into
the mix...

Payne:
Which means there was
cheating.

Phoenix:
Yes, a card slipped into the
deck would seem to indicate
cheating...

Phoenix:
Yet... this card raises two
serious questions.

Phoenix:
...Apollo?

Apollo:
Y-Yes?

Phoenix:
Let's consider the first
question, shall we?

Phoenix:
Think.  In the last game...
when was the card swapped?

Apollo:
("When...?)

Phoenix:
There are three broad
possibilities here.

Phoenix:
It could have been swapped
before the murder, during
the murder...

Phoenix:
or after the murder.

Payne:
Well, yeah!  Thanks for the
news bulletin, Mr. Wright!

Payne:
Of course it was swapp--

Phoenix:
Oh?

Phoenix:
It might be as simple as you
think, Mr. Payne.
Or it might not be.

Payne:
Nnnk!

Phoenix:
I'd like to hear what Apollo
thinks first...

Phoenix:
When do you think the cards
were swapped?

Apollo:
(When was the card swapped
into the deck?)


	[ Before the murder ]
	
	Apollo:
	Well, it must have happened
	before the murder.
	
	Judge:
	You mean, during the game?
	
	Phoenix:
	I wonder...
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  Why?
	
	Phoenix:
	Think.  When you're playing
	poker...
	
	Phoenix:
	...which side of the cards
	face your opponent?
	
	Apollo:
	Ack!
	The back...
	
	Judge:
	Not something the "Poker Head
	of Courtroom No. 3" would be
	likely to miss!
	
	Apollo:
	Sorry, let me think about
	this some more...
	
	
	[ During the murder ]
	
	Apollo:
	Well... weren't they swapped
	during the murder?
	
	Judge:
	"During" the murder?
	
	Judge:
	Tell me, exactly when is that?
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  Well, the very moment
	of the act, I guess...
	
	Phoenix:
	Would that be the moment the
	cards were shown?
	
	Kristoph:
	Or perhaps the moment when
	the cheater was revealed?
	
	Judge:
	Or maybe the very moment
	the bottle came down on
	Mr. Smith's head?
	
	Apollo:
	...
	
	Apollo:
	Uh... could I have a moment?
	
	Judge:
	That "moment" could cost you
	this case!
	
	Apollo:
	Sorry...
	Let me rethink this.
	
	
	[ After the murder ]
	
	Apollo:
	Perhaps it happened...
	after the murder?
	
	
Payne:
*OBJECTION!*

Payne:
Wh-What's that?  Ridiculous!

Payne:
What's the point of cheating
after the hands have been
shown?  That's silly!

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Yes!  But tell me...

Apollo:
How do you swap cards during
the game!?  I'll take "silly"
over "impossible".

Payne:
*OBJECTION!*

Payne:
Take it from me, son.  There's
a lot of silly in this world,
but very little impossible.

Apollo:
Oh?  Even when the backs of
the cards are a different
color!?

Apollo:
If you pulled that during
the game, you'd be caught
in no time!

Judge:
Ah...

Phoenix:
Quite true.

Phoenix:
That would mean that the
blue card in question..

Phoenix:
...was swapped after the hands
were shown, after the murder!

Payne:
*OBJECTION!*

Payne:
OK, this is going past
silly and straight on to
crazy.

Payne:
I ask again: what's the point
of cheating after the game's
over!?

Payne:
Who would do that!?

Phoenix:
Who indeed.  That's one of
the mysteries before us.

Judge:
Th-There's another?

Phoenix:
Yes.  A simple, yet decisive
question must be asked:

Phoenix:
Who swapped the red card
for a blue card?

Apollo:
Wh-Who?

Kristoph:
The game, and murder, is done.
The victim is dead.

Kristoph:
Only two remain in the room.
Alive, that is.

Kristoph:
The defendant, Phoenix Wright,
and our witness, Olga Orly.

Apollo:
(OK, so who was it that
swapped the red card
for a blue?)


	[ Phoenix Wright ]
	
	Apollo:
	The one who swapped the
	cards was... Mr. Wright!
	It was you, wasn't it?
	
	Phoenix:
	And why would I do such
	a thing?
	
	Apollo:
	Ack!
	Uh, well, because, uh...
	
	Apollo:
	...maybe you were trying to
	hide the fact that you'd
	cheated?
	
	Judge:
	That would make sense... but
	the swapped card was in the
	victim's hand!
	
	Apollo:
	Oh.
	
	Phoenix:
	Sorry...
	
	Phoenix:
	I'm a nice guy, but I'm not
	that nice.
	
	Apollo:
	(Come to think of it, he would
	lack a motive for helping his
	opponent to win...)
	
	
	[ Olga Orly ]
	
	Apollo:
	Why, it must have been Olga
	Orly who swapped the cards!
	
	Apollo:
	She was trying to cover up
	evidence of the cheating.
	
	Judge:
	That.. does make some sense.
	
	Phoenix:
	*HOLD IT!*
	
	Phoenix:
	Sorry...
	
	Phoenix:
	But there's a problem with
	that explanation.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?
	
	Phoenix:
	The swapped card was from the
	wrong deck.
	
	Judge:
	Yes, a blue card was stuck
	into a red hand.
	
	Phoenix:
	Mixing a card from the wrong
	deck... when the backs are
	different colors?
	
	Phoenix:
	Remember that you're talking
	about Olga Orly... She was
	the dealer.
	
	Phoenix:
	Do you really think she would
	make such a novice mistake?
	
	Apollo:
	(Actually, I have trouble
	imagining even the judge
	making that mistake.)
	
	Phoenix:
	Give it a little more thought,
	Apollo.
	
	Apollo:
	R-Right!
	
	
	[ Someone else ]
	
	Apollo:
	The one who swapped the cards
	wasn't Mr. Wright, of course.
	
	Apollo:
	And, well, it doesn't seem
	like it could have been Olga
	Orly, either...
	
	Judge:
	Wh-
	What are you suggesting!?
	
	Kristoph:
	That's hardly a logical
	conclusion, I'll admit.
	
	Kristoph:
	As the defense, I think it
	only makes sense for you to
	name Ms. Orly at this point.
	
	Apollo:
	Yes, yes, I know!
	
	Apollo:
	But... But she was the one
	who dealt the cards, right?
	
	Apollo:
	I... I just can't believe she
	would make the mistake of
	swapping the wrong color card!
	
	Judge:
	And if the card was swapped
	during the game, it'd be
	obvious...
	
	Phoenix:
	Heh.
	Heh heh heh heh.
	
	Judge:
	Something you'd like to share
	with the court, Mr. Wright?
	
	Phoenix:
	Oh, my apologies, Your Honor.
	I was just thinking how much
	fun all this is.
	
	Payne:
	*OBJECTION!*
	
	Payne:
	Fun!?  How about confusing!?
	I've no idea what the defense
	is claiming, Your Honor.
	
	Payne:
	If the one who swapped the
	card wasn't the defendant, and
	it wasn't Ms. Orly...
	
	Payne:
	Then who was it!?
	
	
Apollo:
Er, yeah, well, that is the
question, isn't it?
	
Phoenix:
Precisely.
	
Apollo:
Huh?
	
Phoenix:
I believe we're about to see
this case take...
a new direction.

Judge:
A new direction?

Phoenix:
We'll find that, indeed, after
the murder...

Phoenix:
...someone swapped one of the
cards in the victim's hand.

Phoenix:
And that someone made two
critical mistakes.

Kristoph:
I'm sure you're going to tell
us that the first was swapping
the wrong color card.

Phoenix:
Because the one who did the
swap didn't know two colors
of cards were being used.

Phoenix:
The other mistake... was the
number on the card.

Apollo:
Right...
The person replaced the fifth
ace with a king.

Phoenix:
I'm sure whoever swapped it
wasn't expecting there to
be a fifth ace, after all.

Phoenix:
All they knew was that hte
game had been won with a 
full house.

Phoenix:
So they picked up a king from
the table, and swapped it in.

Payne:
*OBJECTION!*

Payne:
B-But!
There's one problem...

Payne:
According to our case record
this person doesn't exist!!!

Phoenix:
True, not until now.  But you
have to admit the possibility
of a fourth person.

Phoenix:
Though it's more than a
possibility.

Phoenix:
There was someone else there
that night at the scene of the
crime.

Payne:
Wh-Whaaaaaaaaaat!?

Kristoph:
I believe the judge spoke
truthfully earlier.

Kristoph:
You do make trials...
ridiculous, Mr. Wright.

Judge:
This trial has proceeded on
one central assumption:

Judge:
namely, that, at the time of
the incident, there were only
three people in that room.

Phoenix:
I believe this new evidence,
shall we say... overturns
that assumption?

Judge:
The problem is that you
chose to conceal this
information from the court!

Phoenix:
...I suppose that is a
problem, yes.

Judge:
Court is adjourned for a
brief recess!

Judge:
Mr. Gavin, I'll see you in
my chambers during this
recess.

Kristoph:
...Certainly, Your Honor.

Judge:
Very well!  The trial will
resume in twenty minutes!

---
April 20, 11:52 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 3
---

Kristoph:
That was quite... unexpected,
Mr. Wright.

Kristoph:
To suddenly claim there was
another person at the scene
of the crime like that...

Kristoph:
I must ask... is it the truth?

Phoenix:
Well now... I'd think you
would know the answer to that?

Kristoph:
Ah, being mysterious, are we?
Sadly, I've no time for
mysteries.

Kristoph:
I'd only ask that you leave
the defending to your defense,
in the future.

Kristoph:
Otherwise... I cannot
guarantee the outcome.

Phoenix:
I see you haven't mellowed
out one bit, Kristoph.

Kristoph:
Justice.

Apollo:	
Y-Yes, sir!

Kristoph:
The judge has summoned me to
his chambers, so carry on
without me.

Phoenix:
You did well, Apollo.

Apollo:
Um.. Can I ask you something?

Phoenix:
Sure.

Apollo:
That locket you wear...

Apollo:
Is that really yours,
Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
Ah, you're wondering about the
victim's disappearing locket?

Phoenix:
Here, you can take a look at
it.  That's a picture of my
daughter in there.

Apollo:
I'm... just surprised to hear
you had a daughter.

Phoenix:
Most people are.  Perhaps
you'll meet her one of these
days.

Apollo:
One more question.

Apollo:
The one who cheated that
night... Was it you?

Phoenix:
...

Phoenix:
What do you think?

Apollo:
Huh?

Phoenix:
You know what happened seven
years ago... What I did.

Phoenix:
It's not unreasonable for you
to think I might cheat.

Apollo:
I-I never!  Honest!
But...

Apollo:
(It IS odd that he managed to
go undefeated for seven
whole years...)

Phoenix:
Want to know something?

Phoenix:
There's only one game where
you can be dealt bad cards all
night and still win.

Phoenix:
Poker.

Apollo:
Eh...?

Phoenix:
You see, poker is all about
reading your opponent.

Phoenix:
In that way, it's a lot like
a court case.

Apollo:
Poker.. is like trial law!?

Phoenix:
Figure out what your opponent
is thinking, and you win.

Apollo:
Well, yeah, but that's harder
than it sounds.

Phoenix:
I think not.

Apollo:
...!

Phoenix:
Try as they might to conceal
it, everyone reveals their
true thoughts in the end.

Phoenix:
Their body language can
become a valuable source
of information.

Apollo:
You're kidding!

Phoenix:
That witness, for instance,
Ms. Orly.

Phoenix:
She would touch the back of
her neck during certain parts
of her testimony.

Phoenix:
Did you notice?

Apollo:
Uh...
No.
(C'mon, who'd notice that!?)

Phoenix:
Words, habits, twitches...
It's all information for the
reading.

Phoenix:
That's the secret to winning,
Apollo.

Phoenix:
Someone taught me, and now,
I pass the secret on to you.

Apollo:
B-But, I'm not worthy!
I mean, there's no way I'll
pick up on these "signals".

Phoenix:
No.  You can do it.

Apollo:
Huh?

Phoenix:
You just don't know it yet.

Apollo:
(What's he talking about...?)

Phoenix:
But you will.  Soon.

Phoenix:
Ah, almost forgot.  One more
thing.  About this case...

Phoenix:
You should know, I haven't
told the truth to anyone yet.

Apollo:
Whaaaaaaaa--!?
(I knew it!)

Phoenix:
I have my reasons, of course.
All shall be revealed.

Phoenix:
And Apollo... I need you to
be there, defending me.

Phoenix:
I need your power.

Apollo:
My, um, power?
(I had no idea my Chords of
Steel were that special...)

Phoenix:
...It's time.

Phoenix:
The real trial begins now.
Do your best.

			To be continued.
			
============================
Episode 1
Turnabout Trump
Day 1: Trial Latter     -10102-
============================			
			
---
April 20, 12:14 PM
District Court
Courtroom No. 2
---

Judge:
Cout [sic] will now reconvene.

Judge:
Has our witness, Ms. Olga
Orly, recovered?

Payne:
Y-Yes, Your Honor!  Er, well,
she's regained consciousness.

Kristoph:
Perhaps we can hear her
version of the events again?

Payne:
That's the thing... You see,
she's quite fatigued.

Judge:
You're looking a bit fatigued
yourself, Mr. Payne.

Kristoph:
Sadly, fatigue is insufficient
grounds for refusing to
testify... or prosecute.

Kristoph:
The defense would like to
request that Ms. Orly take
the stand.

Judge:
Very well.
The witness will take the
stand!

Kristoph:
Perhaps you could repeat your
name and profession?

Olga:
...

Kristoph:
Or perhaps you'd rather admit
that you're a poor liar, and
a poorer loser.

Olga:
Ny-Ny-Nye-!
...
Not.

Olga:
Name's Olga Orly.  That's the
truth.  I'm a pro dealer.

----------------------------
Olga Orly
Age: 21
Gender: Female
A professional swindler.
Hired by the victim to destroy
Phoenix Wright's reputation.
----------------------------

Olga:
People call me...
Olga "Quick-Fingers" Orly!

Judge:
Oh...
Oh really?

Olga:
Want to know something else?

Olga:
I'm not really Russian!
And my last name sounds like
"Oh really"!

Olga:
There, that's the truth!
I hope you're satisfied.

Apollo:
Witness!  You will tell the
court what you were really
up to that night!

Olga:
Fine, I'll talk.
We had a plan, see.

Judge:
Let me remind you that you
are currently under oath.

Judge:
Any further fabrications will
have serious consequences.

Olga:
...
Fine.

Olga:
Like I said, I'm a pro.
That guy, Smith, hired me
to do what I do best.

Olga:
I was planted at the Borscht
Bowl Club several days prior
to the night of the game.

Olga:
As a waitress.

Apollo:
So you were in cahoots with
the victim!

Olga:
Not that he needed my help.
Smith is a well-known
poker player in some circles.

Olga:
But winning wasn't the main
purpose of this game.

Olga:
It was about destroying a
legend: the unbeatable
Phoenix Wright!

Olga:
The plan was simple.  Elegant,
really.  You see, we set up a
trap of sorts...

Olga:
I was to plant a card in
Wright's pocket beforehand...

Olga:
...and then deal five aces
during one of their games.

Olga:
When their hands were
revealed, Smith would call
him out and search Wright.

Olga:
He would then pull out the 
planted card and the trap
would snap shut!

You swapped the cards!

Olga:
Exposed as a cheater and
losing on top of it!  It would
have made a great double play.

Olga:
Just like that, the legend
would be dashed to pieces.

Judge:
Indeed...

Judge:
Getting caught red-handed at
cheating would cast doubt on
all his prior wins...

Olga:
A seven-year legend, destroyed
by one little card...

Olga:
That was the plan!

Kristoph:
"Oh really, Orly"?
How droll.

Kristoph:
But... it appears you made
quite the mistake.

Judge:
A mistake?

Kristoph:
I agree, the trap was elegant.

Kristoph:
Yet, what happened to that
planted card?

Apollo:
Hey, that's right!

Olga:
He's lucky, I'll give him
that.

Olga:
You'd have to be to slip
free from a trap laid by
Olga "Quick-Fingers" Orly!

Judge:
Oh really?

Judge:
The witness would me much
cuter if she dispensed with
the evil mastermind shtick.

Olga:
Cute...?  Who wants to be cute?

Olga:
I'm not cute!  I'm bad!
You hear me?  Bad!!!

Judge:
When you're through being bad,
perhaps you could testify to
the court?

Judge:
Tell us about this "trap"...
and how it was sprung.

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- The Best Laid Traps --
	
	Olga:
	That night, I planted the card
	like I was supposed to.
	
	Olga:
	And Wright lost the last hand,
	just like he was supposed to.
	Then Smith searched him!
	
	Olga:
	But the planted card was gone!
	The trap failed.
	
	Olga:
	The next moment, Wright picked
	up a bottle and swung it!
	
	Olga:
	It wasn't me who hit Smith!
	It was that no-good, cheating
	defendant!
	
Judge:
Hmm... A surprisingly frank
testimony that stil leaves
us mostly in the dark.

Olga:
The trap was perfect I tell
you, perfect!  If that rotten
cheater hadn't messed it up.

Apollo:
Look who's talking!

Judge:
Well, the testimony, for what
it's worth, is all yours,
Mr. Justice.

Apollo:
(With witnesses like her,
who needs criminals?)

Apollo:
(...And with defendants like
Mr. Wright, who needs
prosecutors?)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- The Best Laid Traps --

	Olga:
	That night, I planted the card
	like I was supposed to.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		This planted card... which
		card was it, exactly?
		
		Olga:
		The trump card... the Five
		of Hearts.
		
		Judge:
		Let me guess.  Mr. Wright was
		to have switched the Five with
		the Ace to make a full house.
		
		Judge:
		At least, that's what you were
		going to accuse him of doing,
		thereby ruining his legend.
		
		Olga:
		I slid it into Wright's
		pocket.
		
		Apollo:
		When was this...?
		
		Olga:
		Why, before the match,
		of course.
		While he was eating.
		
		Olga:
		At the Borscht Bowl Club, we
		serve borscht... and suckers.
		
		Judge:
		Remind me never to go there.
		
		Olga:
		Of course, the card was to
		make its grand debut during
		the game...
		
		Olga:
		Like a good borscht, a good
		plot must be cooked up early
		and allowed to thicken.
	
	Olga:
	And Wright lost the last hand,
	just like he was supposed to.
	Then Smith searched him!

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		So, everything went according
		to plan...
		
		Olga:
		Exactly.
		
		Olga:
		The fifth ace came up, so it's
		obvious the switch went off
		without a hitch.
		
		Olga:
		Once the extra card was found
		in his pocket...
		
		Olga:
		...Wright would be forever
		known as a cheat and a fraud.
		
		Judge:
		There are worse things to be
		known as I suppose.
		
		Apollo:
		Tell us what happened with
		the search.
	
	Olga:
	But the planted card was gone!
	The trap failed.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		The card... disappeared?
		
		Olga:
		Yeah!  My trump card, the
		Five of Hearts!
		
		Olga:
		Gone!  Without a trace!
		Poof!  Zippo!
		
		Olga:
		We searched every nook and
		cranny...
		
		Olga:
		Even inside his cute little
		hat!
		
		Apollo:
		But the card was nowhere to
		be found, is this correct?
		
		Olga:
		Never in my long, storied
		career...
		
		Olga:
		Never has "Quick-Fingers" Orly
		been so readily duped!
		
		Judge:
		Oh really.
		So, what did happen to that
		Five of Hearts?
		
		Olga:
		Don't look at me.  Why don't
		you ask that cheating, lying,
		two-faced defendant?
		
		Apollo:
		(So the Five of Hearts is
		still missing in action...)
	
	Olga:
	The next moment, Wright picked
	up a bottle and swung it!

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*

		Apollo:
		Wait...
		Isn't that a little odd?
		
		Olga:
		Wh-What's odd!?
		
		Apollo:
		You searched Mr. Wright, er,
		thoroughly, and found nothing?
		
		Apollo:
		Which means he didn't cheat...
		Which means he had no reason
		to strike the victim!
		
		Olga:
		W-Well...
		
		Apollo:
		(Wh-What was that just now!?
		I... sensed someting...)
		
		Judge:
		Something wrong, Mr. Justice?
		
		Apollo:
		No... nothing, Your Honor.
		
		Apollo:
		(What to do? Should I press
		her a little harder?)
		
		
			[ No need ]
			
			Apollo:
			(Nah... I'm just seeing
			things.)
			
			Apollo:
			Sorry, it's nothing.
			Please continue the testimony.
			
			Apollo:
			(What was that?  A dizzy
			spell?  I gotta relax...)
			
			
			[ Press harder ]
			
			Apollo:
			Ms. Orly...!
			You're hiding something!
			
			Olga:
			Wh-What are you talking
			about!?  Y-Y-You!
			
			Olga:
			M-M-M-Me?  "Quick-Fingers"
			Orly, hi-hi-hide something?
			
			Payne:
			*OBJECTION!*
			
			Payne:
			The defense will refrain
			from baseless accusations!
			
			Apollo:
			I have one question for the
			witness then.
			
			Apollo:
			You say you saw the moment
			the defendant hit the victim.
			...Is this true?
			
			Olga:
			O-Of course it's true!
			
			Olga:
			I d-did see it, honest!
			
			Olga:
			I saw it when Wright hit him.
			With my own eyes, I saw it!
			
			Apollo:
			(What's this weird vibe
			I'm getting!?)
			
			Phoenix:
			That witness, for instance,
			Ms. Orly.
			
			Phoenix:
			She would touch the back of
			her neck during certain parts
			of her testimony.
			
			Phoenix:
			Did you notice?
			
			Apollo:
			(Touching her neck, was it?)
			
			Apollo:
			(Whoa!  What's going on?)
			
			Apollo:
			(This sensation...
			It's coming into focus!)
			
			Apollo:
			(There!  That twitch!
			It's so clear!)
			
			Apollo:
			(It's like I could perceive
			her habit like I couldn't
			before!)
			
			
			((Perceive Twitch))

			Apollo:
			Ms. Orly... Perhaps you are
			unaware of this yourself...

			Olga:
			Un-Unaware of what?

			Apollo:
			Whenever you get to a certain
			part of your testimony...

			Apollo:
			...you touch the back of your
			neck with your left hand!

			Olga:
			...!
			My...
			My neck?

			Olga:
			So... So what!?

			Kristoph:
			What indeed, Justice?

			Kristoph:
			I hadn't noticed anything
			of the sort...

			Apollo:
			When she says that part of
			the testimony...

			Apollo:
			She's subconsciously recalling
			something...

			Apollo:
			Her body reacts to the memory,
			and she touches her neck!

			Apollo:	
			I'm sure of it!

			Payne:
			A memory?  Would someone
			care to explain what he's
			babbling about?

			Judge:
			This is highly unusual... but
			let's ask the defense.

			Judge:
			You claim the witness is
			remembering something.

			Judge:
			Maybe you have evidence of
			this "memory" to show us?

			Apollo:
			(Her habit is scratching her
			neck whenever she talks about
			the moment of the crime...)

			Apollo:
			(So, what would remind her
			most of the moment of the
			crime!?)

			Apollo:
			Ms. Orly.  Whenever you recall
			the crime that night, you
			scratch your neck.

			Apollo:
			I've noticed it happens
			when you think about the
			moment of the crime.

			Apollo:
			There must be some reason
			behind this "habit" of yours.

			Apollo:
			I believe the weapon that left
			an inerasable "impression" on
			your neck is this!
	
	
				((Present Wrong))
	
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
	
				Olga:
				...
	
				Olga:
				Sorry to disappoint, but I
				don't have any particular
				memories of that!
	
				Apollo:
				(Uh oh... That must not have
				been it!)
	
				Payne:
				Hmph!  Of course not!
	
				Payne:
				You want a habit, Mr. Justice?
				I'll show you a habit!!!
				Ah ha ha hah!
	
				Apollo:
				(I'd better get this sorted
				out before I develop a habit
				of my own...)
	
	
				((Present Deadly Bottle))

				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*

				Apollo:
				Whenever she talks about the
				moment of the crime, she
				touches her neck...

				Apollo:
				And what reminds us more of
				that moment than this bottle,
				the murder weapon!

				Olga:
				...!

				Apollo:
				But... something doesn't fit.

				Apollo:
				If you were only the
				witness to the crime...

				Apollo:
				...why would that make you
				touch your neck like you're
				in pain?

				Payne:
				What's he talking about now!?

				Apollo:
				It was Mr. Smith, the victim
				who was hit... not you!

				Olga:
				Uh... Uhmmm...

				Payne:
				*OBJECTION!*

				Payne:
				This is a cross-examination,
				not a cross-wild-conjecture!

				Payne:
				Th-The witness's... "habits"!?
				They're completely irrelevant!

				Kristoph:
				Justice... I'll admit, I'm
				a bit confused myself.

				Kristoph:
				This is certainly a... unique
				cross-examination.

				Apollo:
				I'll explain later!  Just,
				trust me.  Now's our only
				chance to break her!

				Apollo:
				Ms. Orly!  Please testify, in
				detail, about the moment of
				the crime.  The very moment!

				Olga:
				Ny-Nyet.  I am knowing nothing.

				Payne:
				...

				Judge:
				...

				Apollo:
				...

				Apollo:
				Um, we know you're not
				Russian.

				Judge:
				The witness will testify,
				please.  Now.

				Olga:
				Bah.  Fine!
				
			
		((Press again after perceiving twitch))

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You're hiding something, and
		that habit of yours proves it!
		
		Olga:
		Hah!  Ludicrous!  I'm not
		h-hiding anything!
		
		Apollo:
		You touched your neck again.
		
		Olga:
		Ack!
		
		Apollo:
		It's no use trying to hide
		it.  I can see right through
		you.
		
		Olga:
		...
	
	Olga:
	It wasn't me who hit Smith!
	It was that no-good, cheating
	defendant!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		Let me ask, how's your
		eyesight?
		
		Olga:
		Just who do you think you're
		talking to?
		
		Olga:
		They don't call me "Quick-
		Fingers" for nothing.
		
		Olga:
		I'm a pro.  Which means my
		dealing's pro, and my
		eyesight... is pro!
		
		Payne:
		Honestly, she'd have to be
		blind as a bat to miss
		something in that small room.
		
		Apollo:
		(Yeah, but Mr. Wright didn't
		have a motive to hit the
		victim!  Hmm...)
		
	Olga:
	He's the one who did it!
	I didn't let him out of my
	sight until the cops got there!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You seem... uneasy.
		
		Olga:
		You try sitting up here!
		
		Apollo:
		(Her eyes are darting
		all over the place...
		I must be getting warm!)
		
		Apollo:
		Tell me... After the crime,
		what was the defendant like?
		
		Olga:
		Uh.  Well...
		He must have been stunned by
		the weight of his crime!
		
		Olga:
		He sat in a daze at that table
		...until the cops came.
		
		Kristoph:
		Intriguing...
		
		Kristoph:
		I believe you've gotten all
		the testimony you're going to
		get out of this witness.
		
		Kristoph:
		So, what do you think about
		her testimony?
		
		Apollo:
		I'll tell you what I think!
		Her testimony is...
		
		
			[ Fine ]
			
			Apollo:
			...pretty good, really.
			
			Apollo:
			I'd be upset too at the
			scene of a crime like that.
			
			Apollo:
			Yeah, I can picture my mind
			going blank, staring
			listlessly...
			
			Kristoph:
			Yes, I am picturing you
			doing that right now.
			
			Kristoph:
			As for our defendant, he is an
			experienced trial lawyer...
			He's seen a lot in his day.
			
			
			[ Flawed ]
			
			Apollo:
			...is basically bogus.
			It contradicts the evidence!
			
			Payne:
			Wh-What's that!?
			
			Judge:
			Well...
			
			Judge:
			Show us this evidence, 
			Mr. Justice!
			
			Judge:
			This evidence that you claim
			contradicts the testimony!
			
			Apollo:
			(She didn't let him out of
			her sight until the cops
			got there...)
			
			Apollo:
			(I know there's some evidence
			that contradicts that!)
				
				
				((Present Wrong))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Apollo:
				This, Your Honor, is the
				evidence that contradicts
				her testimony!
				
				Judge:
				...
				Well, Mr. Payne?
				
				Payne:
				Tsk.  Who would have thought
				that Justice could be so
				wrong!  He's the guilty one!
				
				Apollo:
				(Gah!  Me!?)
				
				Judge:
				...Mr. Justice.  You might want
				to thik about your future
				before doing that again.
				
				Apollo:
				(Ouch.  That one hurt...)

				
	Apollo:
	(Different personality...
	but the same testimony.)
	
	Kristoph:
	I believe you have her where
	you want her, Justice.
	
	Kristoph:
	The circumstances have
	changed yet her testimony
	has not.  That means...
	
	Apollo:
	There's got to be a 
	contradiction in there!
	
	Kristoph:
	Quite.

	
((Present Wright's Cell Phone))

	((Present during witness testimony))
	
	Apollo:
	*OBJECTION!*
	
	((Present after Kristoph's prompt))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
Apollo:
Ms. Orly!  We have a record
here that clearly contradicts
what you said!

Apollo:
It states that the police were
alerted by a report from the
defendant!

Olga:
Eh...

Apollo:
And we know that the
defendant left the room,
climbed the stairs...

Apollo:
...and made that phone call
from the first floor of the
Borscht Bowl Club!

Olga:
Ack!

Apollo:
So, explain how you kept
your eyes on the defendant...

Apollo:
...when he left the room
entirely!

Olga:
Eeeeeeeeek!

Olga:
...The man who picked up a
bottle and swung it that
night... wasn't the defendant.

Showdown time.

...You dirty cheat!

Check his pockets, now!

I-It's gone!
The card's gone!

...You lose.

Auuuuuuuuuugh!

Olga:
Just then, Smith grabbed the
bottle from next to Wright...

Olga:
...and he hit me!

Y-You--!
Some master of cheating you
turned out to be!!!

Eeeeeeeeeeeek!

Olga:
When I came to...

Judge:
The victim was already dead...
Is that it?

Olga:
That's why I couldn't reveal
who I really was.

Olga:
If it came out that I was in
league with Smith, I'd be a 
suspect for sure!

Judge:
...

Apollo:
...

Payne:
...

Judge:
Well.
Where does this leave us?

Payne:
M-Madness.  Th-This is madness!
I'm dreaming!

Payne:
It must have been me who
was hit with a bottle and
I'm imagining all of this!

Judge:
It appears our prosecution
is at his wit's end, and
frankly, I can't blame him.

Judge:
Mr. Gavin, what do you think
about this turn of events?

Kristoph:
...

Apollo:
M-Mr. Gavin?  Sir?

Kristoph:
I believe that, as the
defense in this case...

Kristoph:
...we are compelled to call
Ms. Orly a "big, fat liar".

Orly:
Wh-Whaaaaat!?

Kristoph:
Three were in that room the
night of the murder: the
defendant, victim, and her.

Kristoph:
...And she has a motive.

Apollo:
A motive?

Kristoph:
Her plot foiled, the witness
got into an argument with
her client, Mr. Smith.

Kristoph:
And the denouement of that
argument... was murder!

Olga:
What!?
I didn't...
I'm no killer!

Olga:
It's a trap!  Someone's trying
to frame me!

Phoenix:
Heh heh heh...

Phoenix:
What tangled webs we weave
when we practice to deceive.

Phoenix:
So tangled, we catch ourselves
in the process.

Judge:
M-Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
Such a hasty conclusion...

Phoenix:
It's not like you, Kristoph
Gavin.

Kristoph:
What are you saying?

Phoenix:
Why not consider the other
possibility?

Phoenix:
...That there was another
person in the room at the
time of the murder?

Apollo:
(Right, like Mr. Wright was
saying before recess!)

Phoenix:
A single card was swapped into
the victim's hand after the
murder.

Phoenix:
And the one who swapped the
card didn't know two colors
of cards were being used.

Phoenix:
...A fourth person.

Payne:
*OBJECTION!*

Payne:
Hah, this theory again!
Your "fourth person" doesn't
exist!

Phoenix:
Indeed.

Phoenix:
That's why I decided to
bring this case to court.

Phoenix:
Here, where there's no escape,
and no chance for deception...

Phoenix:
The perfect place to catch
the real criminal.

Judge:
The r-real criminal?

Phoenix:
And, we're in luck.  A clue to
the real criminal's identity
was kindly provided for us.

Phoenix:
And right at the beginning
of the trial, no less.

Payne:
Wh-Whaaaat!?

Phoenix:
Apollo... perhaps you know
what I'm talking about?

Apollo:
Um... sorry.

Phoenix:
Remember what I said.

Phoenix:
The fourth person who swapped
the cards made one critical
error.

Apollo:
He or she wasn't considering
the color on the backs of the
cards...

Phoenix:
Right.  But how could such an
obvious mistake occur?

Phoenix:
The cards used for the last
game were red.

Phoenix:
Yet, there is one person,
here, in our court...

Phoenix:
...who thought those cards
were blue.

Apollo:
(Yeah, I had that impression,
too... But why?)

Phoenix:
Well, Apollo?  Think you can
figure out who it was?

Payne:
I-It's not me, I swear!

Judge:
Who is this fourth person!?

Apollo:
(Why do I always get put on
the spot like this!?)

Phoenix:
Let's hear what the defense
has to say.  Who was it?

Phoenix:
Who thought the cards used
in the final game were blue?


	((Present Kristoph Gavin))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Phoenix:
	...
	As I expected.
	
	Phoenix:
	Your eyes and ears are as
	sharp as your hair.
	
	Apollo:
	I-I was right?
	
	
	((Present Other))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Phoenix:
	...
	Apollo, do you seriously
	think that?
	
	Judge:
	I think I'm seriously
	confused.
	
	Apollo:
	I... I'm seriously sorry.
	(*gulp* That didn't go well.)
	
	Phoenix:
	Well, it can't be helped.
	I almost missed it myself...
	
	Phoenix:
	But it doesn't do anyone any
	good to turn their eyes away
	from the truth.
	
	Phoenix:
	Does it...
	Kristoph?
	
	Kristoph:
	...
	
	Judge:
	Eh?  Mr. Gavin?
	
	Apollo:
	You... You don't mean...

	
Phoenix:
Kristoph Gavin.  You were the
fourth person that night.
	
Apollo:
B-But of course Mr. Gavin
knows the color of the cards!
	
Phoenix:
...How would he?
	
Phoenix:
As you can see, the photo of 
the crime scene is black and
white.
	
Phoenix:
You can't tell which of the
cards are blue: the ones on
the floor, or the table.
	
Apollo:
B-But look!
	
Apollo:
You can see the colors in
this photo!
	
Phoenix:
Yes, but when he said the
cards were "blue"...
	
Phoenix:
...it was well before this
evidence came to light!
	
Kristoph:
It is true that the defendant
was engaged in a game of poker
with the victim.
	
Kristoph:
Yet it was only that: a game,
in the purest sense.
A competition, Your Honor.
	
Payne:
A... competition?
	
Kristoph:
Yes, a test of wits, a silent
clash of passions...
	
Kristoph:
Only the cards, their backs
wreathed in blue flame, know
its final outcome.
	
Phoenix:
Well, Kristoph?
	
Kristoph:
...
	
Apollo:
Mr.... Gavin?
	
Judge:
Mr. Gavin!
I-Is something the matter?
	
Kristoph:
Hmm?  N-No, nothing.  Excuse me,
it was just so... sudden.
	
Kristoph:
Wright.
You aren't seriously accusing
me... are you?
	
Phoenix:
Oh, Kristoph?
	
Phoenix:
You know even I'd never take
a joke this far.

Payne:
*OBJECTION!*

Payne:
This has gone beyond
ridiculous, beyond dumb...
This is insanity!

Payne:
The defendant accusing his own
defense attorney of murder?

Phoenix:
I assure you, I'm quite sane.

Payne:
But what possible connection
could Mr. Gavin have to the
victim!?

Phoenix:
I wasn't aware that I had
a connection to Mr. Smith,
either.

Payne:
Yes, but Mr. Gavin and the 
victim have never even met!

Phoenix:
Well...
What if they have?

Payne:
Huh...?

Phoenix:
There is a possibility,
after all.

Phoenix:
They may have met that night,
before the game started.

Judge:
What are you suggesting!?

Apollo:
(Is this the truth Mr. Wright
was staying silent about!?
Well, only one thing to do!)

Apollo:
Mr. Wright!  The defense would
like to request that you 
testify to the court!

Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*

Kristoph:
The defense would like to
request no such thing.

Apollo:
Mr. Gavin...?

Kristoph:
Testimonies must relate to
the case.

Kristoph:
How could anything happening
before that game of poker
be related?

Judge:
I'm not sure I follow,
Mr. Gavin.

Kristoph:
As I explained before, the
defense believes that
Ms. Orly...

Judge:
...Am I to assume you speak
for Mr. Justice in this?  He
is the defense, not you.

Kristoph:
...!

Judge:
Mr. Justice.  The matter of
Mr. Wright's testimony is
up to you.

Apollo:
Oh... OK.
*gulp*

Judge:
Does the court, in your
opinion, need to hear
Mr. Wright's testimony?


	[ No need ]
	
	Apollo:
	(As much as I'd like it to,
	I guess the testimony isn't
	related to the case, per se.)
	
	Phoenix:
	You heard what the judge
	said, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	...!
	
	Phoenix:
	It's your decision.
	Yours.
	
	Kristoph:
	Justice!  You aren't seriously
	considering...
	
	Apollo:
	I'm sorry, Mr. Gavin...
	
	Apollo:
	(But now that we've gone this
	far, we might as well go all
	the way!)
	
	Apollo:
	The defense would like to
	request that Mr. Wright
	testify to the court!
	
	
	[ Hear the testimony ]
	
	Apollo:
	(This was Mr. Wright's
	strategy!  He was planning
	this all along!)
	
	Apollo:
	(And I intend to see it
	through.)
	
	Apollo:
	...The defense would like to
	request that Mr. Wright
	testify to the court!
	
	Kristoph:
	Et tu, Justice?  You would
	betray me, your teacher?
	
	Apollo:
	I'm sorry, Mr. Gavin.
	This isn't about loyalty...
	This is about the truth!
	
	Kristoph:
	...

	
Judge:
Very well. The defendant...
Mr. Wright will take
the stand, please.
	
	** Witness Testimony **
	-- Appetite Before Murder --
		
	Phoenix:
	That evening, Kristoph and I
	had dinner.  We sat at the
	table in the photograph.
		
	Phoenix:
	Shadi Smith walked in five
	minutes after Kristoph left.
		
	Phoenix:
	When the "trap" failed,
	Smith hit the waitress.
		
	Phoenix:
	The girl was knocked out cold,
	and Smith was uncontrollable.
	I left to call the police.
		
	Phoenix:
	When I returned, he was dead,
	blood streaming from a cut on
	his forehead.
		
	Phoenix:
	That's when I made another 
	phone call... To Defense
	Attorney Gavin.
		
Judge:
Mr. Gavin!

Judge:
You were at the Borscht Bowl
Club the night of the murder!?

Phoenix:
I dine with him rather
frequently.

Payne:
A-And he talked to the 
defendant on the phone
directly after the murder!?

Phoenix:
Quite against my will, I had
become involved in a murder.

Phoenix:
I thought I might be in need
of a lawyer, so I called him.

Kristoph:
You were planning this all
along, weren't you, Wright?

Kristoph:
Just because you wanted to
drag me into your little
murder trial...

Phoenix:
The only thing I want... is
the truth.

Phoenix:
As I did back then... and now.

Kristoph:
I thought my office was doing
you a favor when we took on
your defense.

Kristoph:
It appears that I was wrong.

Judge:
...Very well.  The defense may
cross-examine the witness.

Kristoph:
Justice.

Apollo:
S-Sir!

Kristoph:
He's lying, and you're going
to expose him.

Apollo:
Uh... Understood, sir.

Apollo:
(Mr. Gavin vs. Mr. Wright...
This can't end well.)

Apollo:
(Why can't I have a normal
trial!?)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- Appetite Before Murder --
	
	Phoenix:
	That evening, Kristoph and I
	had dinner.  We sat at the
	table in the photograph.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You had dinner with Mr. Gavin?
		
		Phoenix:
		Yes, he dines with me at
		the Borscht Bowl Club quite
		frequently.
		
		Phoenix:
		We were enjoying a usual
		dinner at our usual spot...
		as usual.
		
		Apollo:
		"Usual"...?
		
		Phoenix:
		I always eat at the table
		closest to the piano.
		
		Judge:
		I see...
		Where Mr. Smith was sitting!
		
		Payne:
		So, the plates and such on the
		table were from your dinner?
		
		Phoenix:
		...Indeed.  The remnants of
		my meal with Kristoph.
		
		Phoenix:
		We dined for two hours, then
		Kristoph left.  After that...
		
	Phoenix:
	Shadi Smith walked in five
	minutes after Kristoph left.
		
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Five minutes?
		
		Apollo:
		So, the two of them could have
		passed in the restaurant
		during that time?
		
		Phoenix:
		That would have been a
		"fateful encounter" to
		be sure.
		
		Payne:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Payne:
		Hee hee hee...
		
		Payne:
		Oh, Mr. Wright...
		What was it you said?
		
		Payne:
		Kristoph Gavin and Shadi 
		Smith "may have met"...?
		
		Phoenix:
		I believe I did say that.
		
		Payne:
		Here I was all nervous about
		this "meeting"...
		
		Payne:
		And now we hear they just
		passed in the hall?
		
		Judge:
		Hmm...
		
		Judge:
		That does seem a little weak
		as a pretense for murder.
		
		Phoenix:
		Oh it would be.  If that was
		all that really happened.
		
		Apollo:
		(C'mon, Mr. Wright... What are
		you hiding this time!?)
		
	Phoenix:
	When the "trap" failed,
	Smith hit the waitress.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		About this failed "trap"...
		
		Apollo:
		This is the same "trap" that
		Ms. Olga Orly mentioned?
		
		Olga:
		The plan was simple.  Elegant,
		really.  You see, we set up a
		trap of sorts...
		
		Olga:
		I was to plant a card in
		Wright's pocket beforehand...
		
		Olga:
		...and then deal five aces
		during one of their games.
		
		Olga:
		When their hands were
		revealed, Smith would call
		him out and search Wright.
		
		Olga:
		He would then pull out the
		planted card and the trap
		would snap shut!
		
		You swapped the cards!
		
		Olga:
		Just like that, the legend
		would be dashed to pieces.
		
		Phoenix:
		Yes... A harmless prank, in
		essence.
		
		Phoenix:
		It was by a quirk of fate that
		I happened to discover it...
		
		Payne:
		A "quirk"...?
		
		Phoenix:
		I happened to put a hand in
		my pocket...
		and found a card.
		
		Apollo:
		The card she planted!
		
		Phoenix:
		Yes, I snuck a peek at it and
		found it was the Five of Hearts.
		
		Phoenix:
		I had a feeling something
		might happen so I disposed of
		the card... before the game.
		
		Judge:
		Disposed...
		Where!?
		
		Phoenix:
		There was an empty bottle
		of grape juice I had been
		drinking right beside me.
		
		Phoenix:
		I threw the card inside the
		bottle.
		
		Payne:
		An empty bottle of grape
		juice...
		
		Apollo:
		The murder weapon!?
		
		Phoenix:
		Yes.  I rolled it up and shoved
		it in.  The colored glass makes
		it hard to see.
		
		Judge:
		Hmm... A battle of wits
		between the deceiver and the
		would-be deceived!
		
		Judge:
		That sounds like terrific
		drama...
		
		Apollo:
		(A card inside the murder
		weapon?  That's strange...)
		
		Apollo:
		(Did the police miss it in
		their investigation?  Maybe
		I'll take a look...)
		
		Judge:
		Mr. Wright!  The "Poker Head
		of Courtroom No. 3" approves
		of this battle of wits!
		
		Judge:
		Please revise your testimony
		with this new information.
		
	Phoenix:
	I discovered the "trap" during
	the game, and disposed of the
	card in the bottle.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Why in the bottle?
		
		Phoenix:
		I perceived my opponent's
		intent immediately.
		
		Phoenix:
		I'm used to entrapment, you
		see.  I knew what was coming.
		
		Judge:
		Hoh hoh... So you struck
		first!  I like that.
		
		Phoenix:
		I know every trick in the
		book.  They don't work on me.
		
		Apollo:
		(At least, when you get lucky
		and stick your hand in your
		pocket they don't..)
		
	Phoenix:
	The girl was knocked out cold,
	and Smith was uncontrollable.
	I left to call the police.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You made the call to the
		police from the first floor
		of the restaurant, correct?
		
		Phoenix:
		Exactly.  Cell phones don't get
		a signal down in the Hydeout.
		
		Apollo:
		Was anyone else on the first
		floor at that time?
		
		Phoenix:
		Not a soul.  It was the middle
		of the night, after all.
		
		Phoenix:
		So there, in the darkened
		restaurant, I called the cops.
		
		Phoenix:
		After making the call, I
		returned to the Hydeout.
		
		Phoenix:
		It didn't seem right to leave
		the injured waitress alone.
		
	Phoenix:
	When I returned, he was dead,
	blood streaming from a cut on
	his forehead.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		And when you returned, the
		victim was already...
		
		Phoenix:
		Dead, yes.
		
		Phoenix:
		I'll admit, I was a little
		startled when I walked in.
		
		Judge:
		A... "little"?
		
		Phoenix:
		He was bleeding from his
		forehead, after all.
		
		Apollo:
		(I guess I'd be startled,
		too, if I walked in on a
		scene like that.)
		
		
			((Present Crime Photo 1))

			Apollo:
			Mr. Wright, if I may.

			Phoenix:
			Yes?

			Apollo:
			Take a look at this photograph
			of the crime scene.

			Apollo:
			See the victim here?
			He's wearing a hat.

			Apollo:
			...I wouldn't think you could
			see blood on his forehead.

			Phoenix:
			...
			Good point.

			Kristoph:
			Justice!

			Kristoph:
			Next time you point out an
			inconsistency, put a little
			more "oomph" into it.

			Judge:
			Mr. Wright.  Can you explain
			this to the court?

			Phoenix:
			Ah... I forgot to mention
			something.

			Phoenix:
			I was the one who put that
			hat on his head.

			Apollo:
			Eh...?

			Payne:
			You...?

			Judge:
			You put the hat on the dead
			man's head?

			Phoenix:
			He wore it through our entire
			poker game.

			Phoenix:
			After calling the police, when
			I returned to the scene, his
			head was in full view.

			Phoenix:
			Shining bright... Just like
			in this photograph.

			Judge:
			And...?

			Phoenix:
			I picked his hat up off the 
			floor and put it on his head.

			Payne:
			Wh-Wh-Why'd you do a thing
			like that!?

			Phoenix:
			All I can say is... I'm sorry.

			Phoenix:
			But that's the only thing
			I touched at the crime scene.

			Apollo:
			So... Ms. Orly didn't see it?

			Apollo:
			"It" being the victim's... er,
			his head.

			Phoenix:
			I'd think not.
			She was out cold.

			Phoenix:
			I believe I was the only one
			who witnessed his head.

			Kristoph:
			Ah, here we go again...

			Apollo:
			Mr. Gavin?

			Kristoph:
			Ahem.  Pardon.

			Kristoph:
			It just seems that our client
			is determined to lie his way
			through this case.

			Judge:
			Hmm...

			Apollo:
			(H-Hey, he's still our client!
			...Isn't he?)

			Judge:
			In any case, please continue
			the cross-examination.

			Judge:
			I'm afraid decisive
			contradictions call for
			decisive evidence.

			Apollo:
			Oh.

			Kristoph:
			Push him harder, Justice.
			Break him!

			Kristoph:
			It's just you and the witness
			in the ring.  Go for the KO!

			Apollo:
			(Ugh.  Why do I get the feeling
			we're not on our client's
			side anymore?)
		
		
	Phoenix:
	That's when I made another 
	phone call... To Defense
	Attorney Gavin.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*

		Apollo:
		Could you explain why you
		called Mr. Gavin...?
		
		Phoenix:
		I'd obviously gotten involved
		in a rather... sticky affair.
		
		Phoenix:
		And I figured Kristoph's law
		offices would give me a friend
		rate for my defense fees...
		
		Kristoph:
		Ah, glad to hear you intend
		to pay.
		
		Phoenix:
		Oh, I'll pay in full,
		Kristoph.  It was I who got
		you involved, after all.
		
		Kristoph:
		...You may find the price of
		your defense quite high, my
		good friend.  Quite high.
	
	Apollo:
	(Is this the "truth" that
	Mr. Wright was talking
	about?)
	
	Kristoph:
	Justice, you know what you
	have to do.
	
	Kristoph:
	He's lying.  Expose him.
	Now.
	
	Apollo:
	Y-Yes, sir...
	
	Apollo:
	(I have to think!  What's
	Mr. Wright trying to tell
	me with this testimony?)
	
	Apollo:
	(The truth has to be in there
	somewhere!)


((Present Deadly Bottle))

Apollo:
Um, Mr. Wright, if I may?

Phoenix:
Yes?

Apollo:
I've examined the bottle, and
I don't see any card in here.

Phoenix:
Hmm?  No?

Phoenix:
...

Judge:
What, Mr. Wright?
Surely "..." isn't all you
have to say for yourself!?

Phoenix:
I can't say that I know what
happened to the card.

Phoenix:
I did put it in that bottle,
however.

Apollo:
Huh...?

Kristoph:
Perhaps a fifth person came
and took it out?  Oh, and a
sixth person could've helped!

Judge:
Mr. Gavin... Mr. Wright is
your client!

Kristoph:
...My apologies, Your Honor.

Payne:
I won't have you disparaging
our investigation, either!

Payne:
We looked inside that bottle.
There was nothing!

Apollo:
(...So what's going on?)

Apollo:
(Is Mr. Wright hoodwinking us
again?)

Apollo:
(Or did the card just...
disappear?)

Kristoph:
I believe that's enough of 
that.

Apollo:
Uh, Mr. Gavin?

Kristoph:
This witness's "testimony"
is more like a "travesty".
It's riddled with lies.

Kristoph:
I'm beginning to see how you
came to lose your attorney's
badge seven years ago...

Phoenix:
Well.

Phoenix:
You certainly have a unique
way of treating your clients,
Kristoph.  I never knew.

Kristoph:
I believe it was you who
threw the first stone...?

Apollo:
Mr. Wright!  If you intend to
ever tell the truth about this
case... It's now or never!

Phoenix:
Don't be misled... I haven't
told a single lie here.

Apollo:
Eh...?

Phoenix:
When I noticed the "trap"... I
put the card in the bottle to
dispose of it.

Phoenix:
And when I put the hat on the
victim's head...

Phoenix:
Let's just say I had a reason
for doing that as well.

Judge:
A... reason?

Phoenix:
That reason... is right here.

Apollo:
Your... cell phone?

Phoenix:
That night...

Phoenix:
Recall that I spoke with
Defense Attorney Gavin
after calling the police.

Phoenix:
Just in case, I recorded our
conversation.

Kristoph:
What's this...?

Phoenix:
Now that we're all here, I see
no reason why I shouldn't play
it back for the court.

Phoenix:
Kristoph.  I seem to be in
a bit of trouble.

Kristoph:
What's this?
Game not going well?

Phoenix:
Something like that.

Kristoph:
That gentleman who challenged
you... He turn out to be good?

Phoenix:
He turned out to be dead.
Someone hit him.  Hard.

Kristoph:
You mean someone cracked that
flawless bone china pate?

Kristoph:
It...
wasn't you, was it?

Phoenix:
Me?  Please.  The cops should
be here any minute.

Phoenix:
I'm in your hands...
Should it come to that.

Apollo:
"Bone china plate"...?

Phoenix:
A kind of porcelain, very
smooth and shiny.  And not
"plate", but "pate".

Phoenix:
I believe he was referring
to a certain gentleman's
balding forehead.

Judge:
Hmm...

Judge:
The court appreciates the
defendant's discretion in not
indicating my forehead.

Apollo:
(Wait a second... Something's
not right about that phone
call!)

Apollo:
So, after Mr. Gavin ate
dinner with you...

Apollo:
...he left the Borscht Bowl
Club?

Phoenix:
Most certainly.

Apollo:
Then... Then how did
he know?

Apollo:
When did he see this
"bone china pate"?

Judge:
Oh... That's right!

Phoenix:
Yes...

Phoenix:
That was when I began to see
my good friend in a different
light.

Kristoph:
...

Phoenix:
Troubled, I returned to the
crime scene.

Phoenix:
And when I spotted Mr. Smith's
head again, I realized exactly
what was wrong.

Phoenix:
Well, Mr. Gavin.
The stage has been set.

Phoenix:
Perhaps you would like to
explain this to the court?

Phoenix:
Exactly how did you come by
your privileged knowledge of
the victim's head?

Kristoph:
...

Kristoph:
So, this is your "reason".

Kristoph:
The reason why you put the
victim's hat back on.

Phoenix:
Your point, Mr. Gavin?

Kristoph:
...It's come down to this,
has it... Phoenix Wright.

Judge:
Order!  I will have order!!!
Mr. Payne!

Payne:
Y-Yes, Your Honor!

Judge:
I believe this court has been
left with no other choice...

Judge:
Are you prepared to hear
Defense Attorney Gavin's
testimony?

Payne:
Eh?  Ah... Urk?  Ahem!
Well, as the prosecutor, I...

Judge:
...Very well!
We'll break for ten minutes.

Judge:
After which Mr. Gavin will
take the stand for a 
cross-examination!

Judge:
...Are we all clear on that?

Kristoph:
Crystal clear, Your Honor.

Judge:
Very well!  This will be
the final recess for the day.

---
April 20, 2:32 PM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 3
---

Apollo:
(Mr. Gavin and Mr. Wright are
both in the judge's chamber!)

Apollo:
(Who'd have thought today
would turn out like this!?)

???:
...May I?

Apollo:
Huh?  What?

???:
Hello, sir.
Please, pick a card.

Apollo:
(Wh-What's all this about?)

Apollo:
Uh... Is this one OK?

???:
...Excellent.
I have a message for you.

???:
"The last hand is about to be
played.  You'll need a trump
card to make it."

Apollo:
A trump card...?

???:
"The card you have chosen
is magical."

???:
"Use it wisely, and the
game is yours."

???:
That's all.

Apollo:
(An ace... Where do I remember
that card from?)

Olga:
Mr. Smith's hand has three
aces, and Mr. Wright's two.
...It is five aces in all.

Olga:
It is true...
I have seen it!
The fifth ace!

Olga:
There was cheating,
I swear to you.

Apollo:
(The missing fifth ace!)

Apollo:
(Wait... This blotch of red...
Is this blood?)

???:
You have your trump card.
Now it's up to you to cut the
deck and draw... the truth.

???:
My father's fate is in your
hands.  I know you can do it!

Apollo:
This blood-stained card...
is my trump card for finding
the truth?

Apollo:
(I fell deep into thought as
my mind raced to understand
what this all meant.)

Apollo:
(That girl... I'd seen her
recently... But where?)

Apollo:
(That's when I made the
connection...)

** Bloody Ace added to
the Court Record. **

----------------------------
Bloody Ace
Type: Evidence
Received from
a mysterious girl.
Received from a mysterious
girl.  Could this be the
missing "fifth ace"?

	=Check -> Blood Spot=
	
	Apollo:
	A single drop of blood
	marks the front of the card.

----------------------------	

---
April 20, 2:45 PM
District Court
Courtroom No. 2
---

Judge:
Court will now reconvene.

Judge:
Defense Attorney Kristoph
Gavin, will you please take
the stand.

Judge:
Now then, if you would,
Mr. Payne.

Payne:
Y-Y-Yes, Your Honor!  Erm,
will Mr.... er, the witness
state his name and occupation?

Kristoph:
Is this farce necessary,
Your Honor?

Judge:
Believe me, far stranger
things have gone on in this
courtroom.

Kristoph:
...Fine, I'll play along.

Judge:
First, there's one thing we
need to have made clear.

Judge:
How did you know about the
"secret" beneath the victim's
hat?

Apollo:
(By "secret", I'm guessing
he means the fact that
Mr. Smith was bald.)

Kristoph:
Forgive my curiosity, but
what is it about this fellow's
head?

Kristoph:
Your Honor seems to have an
inordinate interest in it.

Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*

Phoenix:
I wouldn't call it inordinate,
Mr. Gavin.

Apollo:
M-Mr. Wright!

Kristoph:
What do you think you're 
doing, Wright?

Phoenix:
Wow, things sure look
different from the other side.
You know what I mean, Apollo?

Phoenix:
Speaking of "looking from the
other side", let's consider
something for a second.

Phoenix:
The victim wore that hat all
night, never once taking it
off, except for that one time.

Apollo:
That one time... being the
instant he was hit!

Judge:
Oh...!

Apollo:
When Mr. Wright returned from
reporting the crime, the hat
was lying on the floor.

Apollo:
Mr. Wright picked it up, and
placed it on the victim's
head...

Apollo:
In other words, in order to
have seen Mr. Smith's bald
head...

Apollo:
...you would have had to be at
the scene of the crime... at
the time of the crime!

Kristoph:
In other words, you'd have to
be the real killer... is
what you're trying to say.

Phoenix:
...

Phoenix:
Not bad, Apollo.

Kristoph:
Eh heh heh...

Judge:
Mr. Gavin...?

Kristoph:
...I'm afraid that I haven't
been entirely honest with
the court.

Payne:
Wh-What!?

Kristoph:
...Oh, I assure you, I had
the noblest of intentions.

Kristoph:
I did it all... to protect
my client, Mr. Wright.

Apollo:
...!

Kristoph:
Yet, I'm afraid in the current
situation I see little reason
to hide anything.

Kristoph:
...Very well.  Allow me to tell
you the truth of what happened
that night.

Judge:
Finally!  You may begin your
testimony.

Judge:
Tell us... How were you
involved in the events of
that fateful night?

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- That Fateful Night --
	
	Kristoph:
	The rage I sensed in that man
	that night troubled me...
	So I returned to the club.
	
	Kristoph:
	I went down to the basement
	and peeked in through the
	little window to the Hydeout.
	
	Kristoph:
	It must have been right after
	the murder took place.
	
	Kristoph:
	The victim was dead, as he
	appears in the photo.
	
	Kristoph:
	A bald head, an unconscious
	girl... and Wright, holding
	a bottle in his hand.
	
	Kristoph:
	I sensed that was not the best
	place for me to be at the time
	and so I left.
	
	Kristoph:
	That's when the call came
	from Wright.
	
Payne:
So... you witnessed the 
murder!?

Kristoph:
For better or worse, I missed
the actual moment of the deed.

Judge:
Mr. Gavin, may I remind you
that you are on Mr. Wright's
defense team...

Judge:
Your testimony is clearly
disadvantageous to your
client!

Kristoph:
What else could I say?

Kristoph:
I'm standing on the witness
stand, after all.

Phoenix:
...So you are, Mr. Gavin.

Kristoph:
...?

Phoenix:
And you had to testify as you
just did...

Phoenix:
You had to tell them you saw
the scene of the crime through
that little window...

Apollo:
Uh, Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
You had to say that...

Phoenix:
...because that was the
only probable window of
opportunity.  Right, Apollo?

Apollo:
Oh...

Judge:
Mr. Wright, the defense should
do the cross-examination, not
the defendant!

Judge:
Mr. Justice, are you prepared?

Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor...

Apollo:
(I can't believe I'm going
up against Mr. Gavin...)

Apollo:
(This trial is getting weirder
and weirder!)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- That Fateful Night --

	Kristoph:
	The rage I sensed in that man
	that night troubled me...
	So I returned to the club.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		"That man"... You mean
		Mr. Smith?
		
		Kristoph:
		He was different from the
		other customers... His aura,
		shall we say.
		
		Kristoph:
		I knew he was a serious poker
		player... but it was more than
		that.
		
		Payne:
		So then, you knew the true
		nature of your client's
		job!?
		
		Kristoph:
		Of course.  But I also knew
		he wasn't engaged in gambling,
		which would be illegal.
		
		Apollo:
		(Well, it makes sense that
		he'd know.  They were friends,
		after all.)
		
		Kristoph:
		Worried for my friend,
		I returned to the club.
		
		Kristoph:
		You see, I feared this
		Mr. Smith might be someone
		coming to settle an old score.
		
		Judge:
		I see.  What happened then?
	
	Kristoph:
	I went down to the basement
	and peeked in through the
	little window to the Hydeout.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		The little window...
		
		Apollo:
		You mean the one used to keep
		watch up the stairs?
		
		Kristoph:
		Yes, a relic of the ancient
		past.  The black marketeers
		used it, I believe.
		
		Apollo:
		Why did you go through the
		trouble of peeking in through
		the window?
		
		Apollo:
		Wouldn't it have been easier
		to just open the door and go
		into the room?
		
		Kristoph:
		...
		
		Kristoph:
		I didn't want to upset Wright,
		you see.
		
		Apollo:
		Upset Mr. Wright?
		
		Kristoph:
		Yes.  What if my fears had been
		unfounded?
		
		Kristoph:
		I'd be walking in on their
		match!  Bad form, to say the
		least.
		
		Apollo:
		(Hmm... So far, everything
		he's saying makes sense.)
		
	Kristoph:
	It must have been right after
	the murder took place.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		How do you know it was "right
		after" the murder!?
		
		Kristoph:
		Really, no need to shout,
		Justice.
		
		Apollo:
		Urk...
		
		Kristoph:
		I was just getting to that
		part in my testimony.
		
		Phoenix:
		Ah, there he is!  The "Coolest
		Defense in the West" we know
		and love.
		
		Phoenix:
		Even when you're standing up
		there on the witness stand...
		Some things never change.
		
		Kristoph:
		I was afraid you'd changed,
		too, Wright, but you haven't.
		
		Kristoph:
		You and that overbearing
		personality of yours...
		
		Apollo:
		(With friends like these,
		who needs enemies...)
	
	Kristoph:
	The victim was dead, as he
	appears in the photo.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		By "photo" you mean the second
		photograph of the crime scene?
		
		Kristoph:
		Precisely.  You see, he wasn't
		wearing his hat then.
		
		Kristoph:
		I saw his head...
		when he was dead.
		
		Apollo:
		(And then Mr. Wright came
		along and replaced his hat.)
		
		Payne:
		Can you describe the scene
		of the crime for us?
	
	Kristoph:
	A bald head, an unconscious
	girl... and Wright, holding
	a bottle in his hand.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Those were the only three
		at the scene of the crime?
		
		Kristoph:
		Yes...
		As far as I saw, at least.
		
		Payne:
		...Then we're back where
		we started.
		
		Payne:
		The killer was the defendant,
		Phoenix Wright!  Who else could
		it have been?
		
		Payne:
		But... why didn't you talk to
		the police?
		
		Kristoph:
		Two reasons.
		
		Kristoph:
		First, I didn't actually
		witness the very moment of
		the crime...
		
		Kristoph:
		Second...
		
		Kristoph:
		My office was asked to defend
		Wright.
		
		Kristoph:
		Even after seeing what I had
		seen... I couldn't abandon
		my friend.
		
		Judge:
		Hmm...
		
		Apollo:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Apollo:
		There must have been someone
		else there at the moment of
		the crime!
		
		Kristoph:
		Justice... I just said I saw
		no one.  Not a soul.
		
		Apollo:
		B-But, that goes against what
		Mr. Wright said!
		
		Kristoph:
		Ah yes, this mysterious
		"fourth person"...
		
		Kristoph:
		...who would conveniently be
		the "real killer", I suppose.
		
		Phoenix:
		Glad to see we agree,
		Mr. Gavin.
		
		Kristoph:
		Let me pose a question, then.
		
		Kristoph:
		Tell me.
		
		Kristoph:
		What possible reason did the
		"real killer" have to swap
		cards in the victim's hand?
		
		Apollo:
		...!
		
		Kristoph:
		Hmm?  Perhaps you can show us
		a reason why such a thing
		would be necessary?
		
		Apollo:
		(How can I show something
		I can't find myself!?)
		
		Phoenix:
		Remember, Apollo.  The card
		that was swapped out was the
		fifth ace...
		
		Apollo:
		The fifth ace... right.
		
		Judge:
		Well, Mr. Justice?
		
		Judge:
		The question of why the killer
		would swap out a card has been
		raised.
		
		Judge:
		Can you point to a reason?
		
		
			[ Not yet ]
			
			Apollo:
			...No.
			Not yet, Your Honor.
			
			Payne:
			"Not yet"!?
			Hah!  Pathetic!
			
			Payne:
			Not yet?  Try not ever!
			
			Judge:
			Hmm...
			
			Judge:
			Well, Mr. Gavin?
			
			Kristoph:
			Oh, I'm willing to wait
			for as long as it takes.
			
			Apollo:
			(Great!  I don't even know what
			the heck I'm looking for...)
			
			Phoenix:
			...Apollo.
			
			Apollo:
			Y-Yes, sir!
			
			Phoenix:
			Don't forget... You already
			know the answer.
			
			Phoenix:
			You just don't realize it yet.
			
			Apollo:
			I... already know the answer?
			
			Phoenix:
			Take a moment to think it
			over again... OK?
			
			
			[ Show evidence ]
			
			Apollo:
			(...It's now or never!)
			
			Apollo:
			The defense would like to
			present evidence to the 
			court...
			
			Apollo:
			Evidence showing the reason
			why a card was swapped out!
			
			Kristoph:
			...
			
			Judge:
			Then go ahead and point out
			your reason, Mr. Justice.
			
			Judge: 
			Why did the killer take the
			fifth ace!?
			
				
				((Present Wrong))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Apollo:
				The reason is made clear by...
				this piece of evidence!
				
				Judge:
				...I'm not sure how that
				piece of evidence makes
				anything clear, Mr. Justice.
				
				Kristoph:
				I see now it was wrong of me
				to field you in a trial so
				soon, Justice.
				
				Kristoph:
				Wild bluffing, and even wilder
				accusations...
				
				Kristoph:
				You're almost as bad as
				another defense attorney
				I know...
				
				Phoenix:
				...
				
				Kristoph:
				Oh, I'm sure my office's
				reputation will recover,
				given time.
				
				Kristoph:
				Once you learn you can't
				bluff your way through life.
				Or court.
				
				Apollo:
				Unnngh...
				
				Judge:
				Would you... like to continue,
				Mr. Justice?
				
				Apollo:
				Yes, Your Honor!
				(I sure can't let my first
				trial end like this!)
				
	
	Kristoph:
	I sensed that was not the best
	place for me to be at the time
	and so I left.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
	
		Apollo:
		Wouldn't it have been better
		to wait for the police to
		arrive?
		
		Kristoph:
		Remember though.  By that time,
		I was already Wright's defense
		attorney.
		
		Kristoph:
		It wouldn't do for me to
		become part of the
		investigation.
		
		Apollo:
		(That makes sense... or does
		it? ...I'm confused.)
		
		Payne:
		Well, what happened next?
	
	Kristoph:
	That's when the call came
	from Wright.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*

		Apollo:
		Where were you when the 
		phone call came?
		
		Kristoph:
		I had already left the Borscht
		Bowl Club by that time.
		
		Kristoph:
		On the phone he asked me to
		defend him.  Naturally, I was
		surprised.
		
		Kristoph:
		I accepted, however.
		I couldn't abandon him.
		
		Phoenix:
		So kind of you.
		
		Apollo:
		(Hmm... So far, everything
		jives with Mr. Wright's
		testimony... I think.)
		
	Phoenix:
	Is it going to be a problem
	for you to cross-examine your
	own boss?
	
	Apollo:
	I...
	I'm fine!
	
	Apollo:
	(Who was it that taught me
	never to pull punches in
	cross-examination?)
	
	Apollo:
	(It was you, Mr. Gavin!
	I learned it from watching
	you!)
	
	
((Present Bloody Ace))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
My reason is... uh...
This!

Payne:
Is that an... ace?

Judge:
Why...
Why, it's got blood on it!

Judge:
Right next to the spade!

Kristoph:
Wh-
Whaaaaat!?

Payne:
This is insane!  Why wasn't
I told about this!?
Why!?

Judge:
Could... this be...!?

Judge:
Could this be the missing
fifth ace!?

Kristoph:
In-Inconceivable!
How could you...

Kristoph:
What are you doing with
that card!?

Apollo:
Um, well, that's the thing...
(Why's Mr. Gavin so upset?)

Apollo:
(It's just a fishy card from
some fishy girl...)

Phoenix:
Oh, that card?
It's mine.

Phoenix:
That is, I picked it up at the
Borscht Bowl Club that night
after the murder had occurred.

Phoenix:
I gave it to my daughter.
Cards are her stock and trade,
after all.

Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*

Kristoph:
N... No!
Impossible!
Unacceptable!

Kristoph:
The court can't accept this
evidence!  It's a fraud!

Phoenix:
A fraud?  How can you be so
sure?

Kristoph:
Wh-What...?

Phoenix:
I would think the only person
who could claim it was a 
fraud...

Phoenix:
...would be the one who took
the real card from the crime
scene... The real killer!

Kristoph:
...!

Phoenix:
Allow me to elaborate.

Phoenix:
What if this trace of blood
was the reason?

Payne:
The reason for...?

Phoenix:
For the killer to take the
card from the scene of the 
crime.

Judge:
Where are you going with this?

Phoenix:
Take another look at the
photo... and at the victim's
head.

Phoenix:
At the moment of the crime,
his hat fell to the floor...

Phoenix:
...and a trickle of blood
ran from his forehead down
the back of his head.

Phoenix:
Couldn't a drop of that blood
have fallen on one of the
cards?

Apollo:
I suppose...

Phoenix:
The killer then took the
card to hide the blood.

Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*

Kristoph:
R-Regardless!  That evidence
is non-permissible!

Phoenix:
Oh?

Kristoph:
Wright!  Regardless of how you
wasted the last seven years,
you used to be a lawyer!

Kristoph:
You know what a serious crime
it is to conceal evidence!

Phoenix:
Oh, we can discuss the finer
points of our legal system
later...

Phoenix:
What's important now is that
I've answered your question.

Kristoph:
Wh-What are you talking
about?

Phoenix:
You wanted to know why the
killer would have taken a
card from the crime scene.

Phoenix:
And now, I've told you.

Phoenix:
That one drop of blood would
have been decisive evidence,
you see.

Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*

Kristoph:
Th-This is... baseless
conjecture!  Baseless!

Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*

Phoenix:
Oh, I assure you it's
quite based.

Kristoph:
Wh-What!?

Phoenix:
It's amazing, really.

Phoenix:
How a single drop of blood on
a single card can lead us...
to the truth.

Phoenix:
It's quite simple.

Phoenix:
Well, Apollo?

Apollo:
Y-Yes!?

Phoenix:
Try picturing the scene of
the crime in your head.

Phoenix:
The murder took place in the
Hydeout...

Phoenix:
The body of the luckless
victim was found at the
poker table.

Phoenix:
And, before the killer swapped
a card out...

Phoenix:
...there was a single card
with a drop of blood on it
in the victim's hand.

Phoenix:
Given this...

Phoenix:
...there is one, decisive
problem with this scene.

Judge:
Well, what is it!?

Phoenix:
Let's keep it simple, shall
we?  Given that there was a
drop of blood on a card...

Phoenix:
...whose position in this
diagram doesn't fit?

Phoenix:
The vicim's?  The killer's?
The witness's?  The second
witness's?

Phoenix:
Whose position doesn't fit
with the bloody card?


	((Present Anywhere))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*	
	
	Apollo:
	The problem with this picture
	is... here!
	
	Judge:
	...Um, what exactly is 
	supposed to be "here"?
	
	Apollo:
	...
	Er, ack!  My h-hand must have
	slipped.  Sweaty, you know.
	
	Judge:
	Oops!  I just gave you a
	penalty.  Hand must've slipped.
	
	Kristoph:
	Please tell me this farce
	has a time limit.
	
	Judge:
	It will soon if the defense
	cannot come up with something
	of substance.
	
	Judge:
	So, please wipe the cold sweat
	from your hands, and show us
	again.
	
	Apollo:
	Y-Yes, Your Honor!
	(I'm going to need a beach
	towel.)


	((Present Killer))

	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	Well, for one thing, the 
	killer's in the wrong place.
	I think.
	
	Judge:
	You "think"...?
	
	Judge:
	Mr. Justice, your job here is
	not to think, but to know.
	
	Phoenix:
	Ah, just looking at you
	reminds me of the old days.
	Not the good old days, per se.
	
	Judge:
	How does a good old penalty
	sound?
	
	Judge:
	Let's try that one more time.
	
	Judge:
	And, Mr. Justice, think before
	you sink.
	
	
	((Present Witness))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	The witness's location is
	clearly at odds with...
	something!
	
	Judge:
	By witness, you mean Ms. Olga
	Orly, correct?
	
	Apollo:
	That's right.  When it comes
	to cards, it's "Quick-Fingers"
	Orly or no one!
	
	Judge:
	Hmm, I see.
	And...?
	
	Apollo:
	...
	Uh, was I supposed to say
	something else?
	
	Judge:
	...
	
	Judge:
	A meaningful observation would
	help your case considerably.
	
	Phoenix:
	Yet, do you not sense a great
	feeling of "potential" in his
	silence?
	
	Judge:
	Potential for a whopping
	penalty, yes!
	
	Apollo:
	Your Honor!  Please, give me
	another chance!
	
	Judge:
	*sigh*
	Very well.
	
	Judge:
	Give it some thought, this
	time.
	
	
	((Present Second Witness))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	The second witness's position
	is the problem!
	
	Judge:
	The second witness... That 
	would be Mr. Gavin, yes?
	
	Kristoph:
	The second witness's position
	is far less problematic than
	yours right now, Justice.
	
	Kristoph:
	Or perhaps "perilous" is a 
	better word.
	
	Apollo:
	(Uggh...)
	
	Judge:
	I cannot see what the blood-
	stained card has to do with
	the second witness's location.
	
	Judge:
	I'm afraid you're more than
	in peril of a penalty this
	time.
	
	Apollo:
	Your Honor!
	One more chance!  Please!
	
	Judge:
	I suppose.
	
	Judge:
	Do think it over, Mr. Justice.
	
	
((Present Victim))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
Well, isn't it the victim's
position that's the problem?

Judge:
I don't follow your logic
here, Mr. Justice.

Apollo:
Well... Look, the victim was
struck on the head, sending
him back in his chair.

Apollo:
You'd think any blood would
fall behind the body, not
onto the table in front of him.

Judge:
Ah...!

Apollo:
Take a look at the photo
again.

Apollo:
If he bled in this position...

Apollo:
The blood would fall on the
floor, not on the cards.

Judge:
Why, that's right!
So... what does this mean?

Phoenix:
Incidentally, we were sitting
in swivel chairs.

Apollo:
S-Swivel chairs!?
Oh man...

Phoenix:
Apollo, try turning the
chair around.

Judge:
The chair was facing the
other way!?

Apollo:
It would have to be.

Apollo:
So, we have to assume that 
at the time of the murder...

Apollo:
...the victim's chair was
facing away from the table!

Judge:
When Mr. Wright returned from
informing the police, which
way was the chair facing?

Phoenix:
When I came back to the room,
the body was facing as seen
in this photo.

Apollo:
That would mean... the killer
turned the chair back around.

Kristoph:
...

Phoenix:
Let's take the next step.
Look at the diagram once more.

Phoenix:
We know now the victim was
facing away from the table at
the time of the murder.

Phoenix:
But... this creates another
significant contradiction.

Payne:
A-Again!?

Phoenix:
Let's test your reasoning
skills again, shall we?

Phoenix:
Apollo, whose location on this
diagram contradicts our new
understanding of the crime?

Phoenix:
The victim's?  The killer's?
The witness's?  The second
witness's?

Phoenix:
Whose location creates a 
contradiction if the victim
was facing away?


	((Present Anywhere))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*	
	
	Apollo:
	The problem with this picture
	is... Here!
	
	Judge:
	...Um, what exactly is 
	supposed to be "here"?	
	
	Apollo:
	...
	Ack!  Darn sweaty hands!
	My finger must've slipped!
	
	Judge:
	I hope you didn't do that on
	purpose... For your sake.
	
	Judge:
	This court does not look 
	favorably upon those who
	waste the court's time!
	
	Apollo:
	(Eek!)
	
	Phoenix:
	Alright, Apollo.
	One more time, OK?
	
	
	((Present Victim))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	Well, the contradicting
	position here is the victim's!
	
	Judge:
	Again?  How many contradictions
	can one man have!?
	
	Phoenix:
	Though you're certainly giving
	him a run for his money.
	
	Apollo:
	(Uh oh, I missed again.)
	
	Judge:
	The defense will refrain from
	contradicting itself out of
	a case.
	
	Phoenix:
	Oh, give him another chance,
	Your Honor.
	
	Phoenix:
	As you can see...
	
	Phoenix:
	...he quite clearly regrets
	his mistakes.
	
	Judge:
	...
	I'm not sure I see that,
	but, very well.
	
	Judge:
	One more time, please.
	
	
	((Present Witness))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	The contradicting point is
	the location of the witness!
	
	Judge:
	Exactly what does the
	witness's location contradict?
	
	Apollo:
	That is unclear, even to me!
	
	Judge:
	...
	
	Judge:
	Generally, one does not
	announce one's own ignorance
	with such... aplomb.
	
	Apollo:
	(I have to take pride in
	something...)
	
	Judge:
	Perhaps you would be kind
	enough to try again?
	
	
	((Present Second Witness))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	What doesn't make sense...
	is the second witness!
	
	Kristoph:
	You mean to say I don't make
	sense?
	
	Apollo:
	Oh!  Um, no, of course you do,
	er, sir.
	
	Kristoph:
	As I thought.
	
	Apollo:
	(Help...!)
	
	Judge:
	Mr. Justice, I'm a little
	hard of hearing... Did you
	just say something?
	
	Judge:
	Would you be kind enough to
	show the court one more time
	what you mean?
	
	
((Present Killer))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
	
Apollo:
The victim was struck from
the front, correct?

Phoenix:
Indeed.

Apollo:
Well, wouldn't it be hard for
the killer to hit him from
the front?

Apollo:
Sitting where his indicator
currently is?

Phoenix:
I would think it'd be quite
hard, yes.

Payne:
*OBJECTION!*

Payne:
Yes, but what you're saying
makes no sense!

Payne:
Why would the victim suddenly
turn to face the wall... in
the middle of a game!

Phoenix:
I believe a sufficient reason
will soon come to light.

Payne:
Wh-
What!?

Phoenix:
There's something in this
diagram that makes far less
sense, actually.

Phoenix:
Look again at the diagram.

Phoenix:
Apollo, if the victim was
struck while he was sitting
as shown here...

Phoenix:
...where would his assailant
be standing?

Phoenix:
Try marking it on the diagram.

Apollo:
Wha--!?  B-But...!

Apollo:
(There's no room to put a mark
where the killer should be!)

Phoenix:
Don't worry... Let's think
it through and see what we
find.

Phoenix:
We know the victim was facing
toward the wall at the time of
the crime.

Phoenix:
That's the only thing we know
for sure.  Try to forget about
everything else...

Phoenix:
Where would the killer have to
be standing to strike our
victim from the front?

	((Present Anywhere))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	Well, I guess the killer
	would have to be, uh...
	Here?
	
	Judge:
	...
	
	Payne:
	...
	
	Kristoph:
	...
	
	Judge:
	Anything to say, Mr. Justice?
	
	Apollo:
	...
	Um... Sorry?
	
	Judge:
	A little late for that, I'm 
	afraid.  Penalty!
	
	Apollo:
	(C'mon, give me a little
	hint!)
	
	Phoenix:
	Try not to overthink things,
	Apollo.  What does your
	instinct tell you?
	
((Present front of Victim))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
The killer had to be standing,
well... uh...
Here!

Payne:
*OBJECTION!*

Payne:
You get points for flair, but
that's about all you get.

Apollo:
Ack...
(I thought I was on to
something there, too!)

Payne:
I hardly need to point out
that standing there would be
impossible.

Payne:
The victim is facing a solid
cupboard!

Payne:
Or are you claiming the killer
climbed the cupboard and hit
him from above?  Hah!

Phoenix:
It's simple logic, really...

Phoenix:
If this was the only place
the killer could have been
standing...

Phoenix:
...then that means that,
at the very moment of the crime...

Apollo:
Wait!  I know!

Apollo:
At the moment of the crime,
the cupboard... wasn't there!

Judge:
What's this now!?

Phoenix:
I mean, that's the only 
explanation!  Right, Mr. Gavin?

Kristoph:
...

Phoenix:
Your Honor!
I have a suggestion for the
defense.

Phoenix:
We should arrange to examine
the cupboard in the Hydeout
immediately!

Judge:
Bailiff!  Send a team to the
crime scene immediately!

Judge:
Have them try to move the
cupboard!

Phoenix:
Ah, Your Honor?

Judge:
What?

Phoenix:
There's one more thing your
men should look for.

Phoenix:
Please give this to the
bailiff.

Judge:
Hmm...?  Mmm, yes... I see.

Judge:
You do belong in the courtroom
after all, Mr. Wright.

Phoenix:
I do my best.

Phoenix:
But let's forge ahead here
while we wait.

Phoenix:
Look at the diagram once
again.  It's been changed.

Phoenix:
If the killer was standing
here at the time of the
crime...

Phoenix:
...then this cupboard wasn't
here.  Which means...

Phoenix:
Apollo, try moving the
cupboard.

Phoenix:
Thank you.

Phoenix:
As you can see, the cupboard
was the problem.

Phoenix:
At the time of the murder,
it has to have been as shown
here.

Phoenix:
Now everything is in place
to reconstruct the moment of
the crime... Oh, my!

Phoenix:
What's this...?

Judge:
Wh-What is it now!?

Phoenix:
Look at the diagram of the 
crime scene once more.

Phoenix:
It appears we've found yet
another contradiction...

Phoenix:
What I believe to be the
final contradiction, in fact.

Apollo:
(Huh?  Oh dang!)

Phoenix:
Notice something, Apollo?

Phoenix:
Our line of deduction is
rapidly approaching its
logical conclusion.

Judge:
Now then.  Mr. Justice, please
point to the new contradicting
indicator!

Judge:
Is it the victim?  The killer?
The witness?  The second
witness?

Judge:
Which indicator in this
diagram contradicts what
we know about the crime?


	((Present Anywhere))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	This indicator has to be
	wrong!
	
	Judge:
	Which indicator is that?
	I'm not sure I see anything
	there.
	
	Apollo:
	...
	Um... Look closer?
	
	Judge:
	Oh yes, I see something there
	now... Why, it's a penalty!
	
	Judge:
	Mr. Justice, once more
	with feeling, please.
	
	Apollo:
	Yes, Your Honor.
	
	
	((Present Killer))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	The indicator that doesn't
	make sense here is the
	killer!
	
	Judge:
	Oh really!?
	
	Apollo:
	Y-Yeah really!  Well, maybe
	really...
	
	Judge:
	It would behoove the defense
	to be really sure before
	wasting our valuable time!
	
	Judge:
	Penalty!
	
	Apollo:
	(Maybe if I just came clean
	and admitted that I'm totally
	lost he'd go easy on me...)
	
	Judge:
	Mr. Justice!
	The court will have your
	answer one more time!
	
	Judge:
	And for the love of all that
	is right and good, please
	think before you point.
	
	
	((Present Victim))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	The indicator in question
	is... the victim's!
	
	Judge:
	I... see no particular
	problem with the victim's
	location.
	
	Apollo:
	Ah, good.  That's good to know.
	
	Judge:
	No, it's not!
	Penalty!
	
	Judge:
	Once more, if you would.
	Correctly, this time.
	
	
	((Present Witness))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	What doesn't make sense is
	the witness!
	
	Judge:
	Ms. Olga Orly?  Wasn't she
	unconscious at the time?
	
	Apollo:
	...
	Erm, yes, I suppose she was.
	
	Judge:
	I fail to see how an 
	unconscious witness could
	contradict anything.
	
	Judge:
	Yet this conscious judge can
	penalize you, and he just did.
	
	Apollo:
	Your Honor!
	One more chance, please!
	
	Judge:
	I suppose.  Do give it some
	thought this time.
	
	
((Present Second Witness))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
Um, about this cupboard...

Apollo:
Are we all OK with assuming
it was moved?

Phoenix:
Sure, why not?

Apollo:
Well, if it was... something
really doesn't fit.

Apollo:
The cupboard would completely
cover up the window to the
stairs!

Judge:
Aaah!!!

Apollo:
That's right!
Someone standing outside
wouldn't be able to see in.

Apollo:
Someone... like Mr. Gavin!

Kristoph:
What...
What did you say?

Phoenix:
Oh?  Is the "Coolest Defense
in the West" losing his cool?

Kristoph:
Nnk...!  Don't expect me to
play along with your little
game, Wright.

Phoenix:
It's only a game until someone
gets killed, Mr. Gavin.

Phoenix:
And someone was... while the
window to that room was
blocked by a cupboard.

Kristoph:
...

Phoenix:
So, Mr. Gavin.  Perhaps you'd
like to explain to the court.

Phoenix:
Exactly where did you witness
the crime scene from?

Kristoph:
Nnn... Nnnk!

Bailiff:
Excuse me, Your Honor!

Judge:
Order!!!  This is a court of
law and I will have order!

Bailiff:
We... We just now received
word from our investigative
team at the Borscht Bowl Club!

Bailiff:
They've examined the cupboard
in the Hydeout, Your Honor!

Judge:
Oh...?  And what did they find?

Bailiff:
Well, Your Honor...

Bailiff:
It turns out there is a
secret passage behind it!

Judge:
Whaaaaat!?

Phoenix:
Ah yes.  I believe I mentioned
something of the sort before.

Phoenix:
This is one of the tricks to
the room many of our regulars
know about...

Apollo:
(I do remember him saying
something about that, now
that he mentions it.)

Phoenix:
A secret passage is a handy
thing to have when you're
engaged in illegal goings-on.

Phoenix:
Never know when you might need
to duck away from the eyes of
the law.

Apollo:
So the room has a secret
passage.  Where does it go?

Phoenix:
The other side connects to the
restaurant above.

Phoenix:
The underworld bosses could
get away from the cops...

Phoenix:
And enjoy a cold bowl of 
borscht, no doubt.

Phoenix:
Just like our killer.

Phoenix:
You see where our line of
simple deductive reasoning
has led us, Apollo?

Apollo:
(I see it, but I don't believe
it.)

Apollo:
(That girl wasn't kidding when
she said I needed this trump
card for the last hand.)

Apollo:
At the time of the murder,
the window was blocked, and
the victim's hat...

Apollo:
...was only off his head for
the few minutes between
Mr. Smith's murder...

Apollo:
...and Mr. Wright's return
from calling the cops.

Apollo:
In other words, the only place
anyone could've seen the
victim's bald head...

Apollo:
...was from inside the
Hydeout!

Apollo:
...Well, Mr. Gavin?
(Come on, say something!)

Kristoph:
...

Judge:
Hmm...

Judge:
Dare I ask what really
happened that night?

Apollo:
Actually, I think we can
probably figure it out
ourselves at this point.

Apollo:
That night, for whatever
reason...

Apollo:
Our killer had a date with
Mr. Smith... A date with
destiny.

Apollo:
There he crouched, hidden in
the secret passageway behind
the cupboard...

Apollo:
Holding his breath, waiting
for just the right moment...

Apollo:
Then the chance came...
and he took it!

Auuuuuuuugh!

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

What... Why did you do that!?
Wait here, I'll get help.

Apollo:
Ms. Olga Orly was out cold,
struck by Mr. Smith...

Apollo:
But his time was soon to come.
Mr. Wright went upstairs to
call the cops.

Apollo:
Leaving Mr. Shadi Smith
alone in the Hydeout with the
unconscious dealer.

Apollo:
Then our killer stepped out
from the secret passage and
into the Hydeout.

Phoenix:
The victim must have heard
the cupboard sliding aside.

Apollo:
He wheeled his chair around
to look, and...

Phoenix:
...After the deed was done,
the criminal must have seen
the blood on the card.

Phoenix:
He would have, of course,
realized the need to destroy
the evidence.

Phoenix:
That single spot of blood
told the whole story of the
crime.

Apollo:
Too bad for him he didn't
linger any longer in the
Hydeout that night.

Apollo:
If he had, he might have
noticed the cards on the
floor...

Apollo:
And the fact that they
were all red!

Kristoph:
Nnnrgk!

Judge:
Well, it seems this trial...

Judge:
...has taken yet another turn.

Judge:
I'm truly, truly sorry I had
to see this day come,
Mr. Gavin.

Kristoph:
...

Apollo:
Mr. Gavin...?

Judge:
Mr. Payne!!!

Payne:
Yeeeearrrk!?
Ahem.  Yes, Your Honor?

Judge:
The prosecution will continue
its investigation!

Judge:
As for Mr. Phoenix Wright,
the defendant, he his hereby
cleared of all suspicion.

Payne:
Gwwaaaarrk!?

Judge:
Believe me when I say that I
don't believe this is
happening, Mr. Gavin.

Judge:
But, I'm afraid circumstances
call for me to issue a warrant
for your arrest.  Immediately.

Kristoph:
*OBJECTION!*

Kristoph:
Oh, no need to apologize.
I rather enjoyed myself.

Kristoph:
It's not every day you get to
witness a legendary attorney's
dirty tactics first hand...

Phoenix:
Your point, Mr. Gavin?

Kristoph:
Frankly, Your Honor,
I'm shocked.

Kristoph:
That a person of your caliber
would be taken in by such a
low-grade parlor trick...

Judge:
Erm...
Excuse me?

Kristoph:
The defendant is "cleared of
all suspicion"...?

Kristoph:
This is hardly the time for
jokes, Your Honor.

Kristoph:
Mr. Wright hasn't proven
anyone's guilt or innocence
here.

Kristoph:
What he has done is use
illegal evidence to put
the blame on someone else!

Kristoph:
And not just anyone else, but
me, his own defense attorney!

Judge:
I-Illegal evidence?

Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*

Phoenix:
Let me ask you, Mr. Gavin...

Phoenix:
Is there still any reason,
at present, to suspect me
of wrongdoing?

Kristoph:
...Of course.  This bottle,
for instance.

Apollo:
The bottle of grape juice
Mr. Wright was drinking...

Kristoph:
How do you intend to explain
away the fingerprints on the
murder weapon?

Kristoph:
And not just any fingerprints,
am I right, Mr. Payne?

Payne:
Er, a-actually, yes.  The
fingerprints on the bottle
were, erm, upside-down.

Apollo:
...!

Apollo:
(I seem to recall this being
an issue earlier...)

Kristoph:
The court, and this case,
demand an explanation.

Kristoph:
I can think of only one
reason why one would hold
a bottle upside-down.

Kristoph:
...And that is to hit someone
with the bottom of the bottle.
Well, Your Honor?

Judge:
Hmm...!

Phoenix:
Ah, see how the caught fish
squirms to the last...
Well, Apollo?

Apollo:
Y-Yes!?

Phoenix:
Your boss seems awfully
concerned about this bottle
still...

Phoenix:
But I'm sure you can come
up with a suitable
explanation... Just like that.

Apollo:
Um... Yeah.
(Just like what!?)

Apollo:
(Why would anyone grab a 
bottle upside-down, other
than to... *gulp*)

Phoenix:
Don't let him trick you into
thinking his explanation is
the only legitimate one.

Apollo:
Um... Is there really another?

Phoenix:
Take another look at the
Court Record.

Phoenix:
I believe you'll find a
simple answer there...
In plain sight.

Apollo:
(Um, how about you just say
the answer in plain words?)

Judge:
It... would be hasty to
deliver a verdict with
unanswered questions, indeed.

Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
(Mr. Gavin said that the
court, and this case,
demand an explanation...)

Apollo:
(Don't worry.  Justice won't
leave until justice is done.)

Judge:
Perhaps the defense would care
to enlighten the court?

Judge:
What evidence do you have to
explain why the fingerprints
on the bottle are upside-down?


	((Present Wrong))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Judge:
	...
	
	Payne:
	...
	
	Kristoph:
	...
	
	Apollo:
	...
	
	Judge:
	Now seems like the perfect
	time... for a penalty.
	
	Apollo:
	(What do they expect!?  I have
	no idea how to explain it.)
	
	Phoenix:
	...You're thinking too hard,
	Apollo.
	
	Phoenix:
	The answer's right in front
	of you.  Just reach down and
	pick it up.
	
	Phoenix:
	...Or try picturing situations
	in which one might grab a
	bottle upside-down.

	
((Present Olga's Photo))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
It's actually easier to show
you than explain, Your Honor.

Apollo:
Place that bottle on the
floor, next to your chair.

Judge:
Excuse me?  On the floor?

Apollo:
Yes.  Now, reach down and
pick it up.

Apollo:
...Without getting out of
your chair.

Payne:
Ah...!

Apollo:
See?  You naturally go to
pick up the bottle by its
neck...

Apollo:
...with your fingers
upside-down!

Apollo:
Look at this photograph taken
on the night of the murder.

Apollo:
The defendant, Mr. Wright,
sat here...

Apollo:
...playing piano, bottles of
grape juice on the floor to
the side of his piano bench.

Apollo:
He would have naturally
picked up the bottles
upside-down several times.

Judge:
Wow!  I can't believe it was
that simple!

Phoenix:
Recall our dinner that
evening, Kristoph.

Kristoph:
...

Phoenix:
I was drinking my usual
juice then, too.

Apollo:
Basically... you used
the bottle on the table
to do the deed...

Apollo:
But then you must have
remembered!

Apollo:
So you went and picked up one
of the bottles from under
the piano...

Apollo:
And you switched the bottles!

Apollo:
You took one of Mr. Wright's
bottles and made it look like
the murder weapon!

Judge:
Order!  Order!  Order!
What do you have to say to
these charges, Mr. Gavin?

Kristoph:
Fascinating...

Kristoph:
So this is the legendary
attorney's famed tactic of
misdirection...

Apollo:
Wh-What!?

Kristoph:
You claim that I switched
the bottle?

Kristoph:
Where is your proof?

Apollo:
P-Proof!?
Well, that's, uh...

Kristoph:
As I thought.  More baseless
conjecture.

Kristoph:
I'm afraid your "bottle" of
proof is quite empty...

Phoenix:
*OBJECTION!*

Phoenix:
I wouldn't be so sure about
that.

Kristoph:
...!

Phoenix:
...Your Honor.

Phoenix:
When you initiated the
investigation of the
Hydeout earlier...

Phoenix:
...do you recall I requested
an additional investigation?

Judge:
Ah, yes, I have your memo
about that here.

Judge:
"Retrieve the bottles from
under the piano at the
Borscht Bowl Club."

Judge:
And here's one of the
bottles in question.

Kristoph:
Hmph!
What, are you going to dust
that for fingerprints, too?

Kristoph:
I would be surprised if any
were on that but his.

Apollo:
(Mr. Gavin probably wouldn't
make such a novice mistake,
true...)

Apollo:
(That bottle won't bear a 
trace of anything!)

Phoenix:
Say, Apollo...

Apollo:
Y-Yes!

Phoenix:
Why don't you go ahead and
examine that bottle.

Apollo:
B-But why?

Phoenix:
Just humor me.

Apollo:
Mr. Wright...

Phoenix:
That bottle will solve this
case once and for all.

Apollo:
What!?

Apollo:
(That's some bottle!)


	=Examine Label=
	
	Apollo:
	Grape juice... How long has
	it been since I drank grape
	juice?
	
	Apollo:
	Apparently, it's Mr. Wright's
	favorite drink.  I wonder how
	well it goes with borscht?
	
	
	=Examine Card Inside Bottle=
	
	Apollo:
	...!
	There's something inside
	the bottle!
	

Apollo:
Wh-What's this?

Kristoph:
Th-That card...!
It can't be...!

Phoenix:
Recall that unpleasant woman's
testimony for a moment...

Apollo:
Er, Ms. Olga Orly?

Phoenix:
Yes, our little swindling
devotchka.

Olga:
That night, I planted the card
like I was supposed to.

Olga:
And Wright lost the last hand,
just like he was supposed to.
Then Smith searched him!

Olga:
But the planted card was gone!
The trap failed.

Apollo:
W-Wait, this isn't...!

Apollo:
You're telling me that this
is the planted card you
"disposed of"?

Apollo:
The one you mentioned in
this piece of testimony?

Phoenix:
I happened to put my hand in
my pocket...
and found a card.

Phoenix:
Yes, I snuck a peek at it and
found it was the Five of
Hearts.

Phoenix:
I had a feeling something
might happen so I disposed of
the card... before the game.

Judge:
Disposed...
Where!?

Phoenix:
There was an empty bottle
of grape juice I had been
drinking right beside me.

Phoenix:
I threw the card inside the
bottle.

Phoenix:
The Five of Hearts...
This is the card!

Phoenix:
The bottles were swapped.

Phoenix:
And the only one who could
have done that was the fourth
person in the club that night.

Phoenix:
You, Mr. Kristoph Gavin.

Payne:
...

Judge:
...

Phoenix:
...That is all.

Kristoph:
Is... this your idea of
revenge, Phoenix Wright?

Judge:
Revenge...?

Kristoph:
Revenge for the events that
took away your attorney's
badge seven years ago!

Phoenix:
...

Phoenix:
My past is like my logic,
straight and true.

Phoenix:
Nothing's changed.

Phoenix:
All I did was point the finger
of justice in the proper
direction.

Kristoph:
...
Fine.

Kristoph:
I'm glad we could have this
little tête-à-tête, Wright.

Phoenix:
...

Payne:
This... This is insane!
What about me!?  Don't I get
to prosecute anyone!?

Judge:
I believe this time we've
finally come to the end
of our trial.

Judge:
Mr. Payne... do you have
a report for us on Kristoph
Gavin?

Payne:
...He's admitted everything.
We're processing his arrest
now.

Judge:
I see.  Still, one has to
wonder why he would do
such a thing...

Judge:
He didn't even have a
connection to the victim...
did he?

Payne:
Er...
None that we know of.

Judge:
Mr. Wright, have you anything
to add?

Phoenix:
...

Phoenix:
I'm afraid I can't shed any
more light on the matter.

Judge:
About this victim, Mr. Shadi
Smith...

Judge:
His occupation was listed
as "traveler"...

Judge:
An odd profession to be sure,
and that's all we know about
him!

Payne:
...I'll arrange a follow-up
investigation, Your Honor.

Judge:
Good.
Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
Yes?

Judge:
Seven years... and you still
haven't lost your touch.

Phoenix:
Kristoph Gavin...

Phoenix:
...was a man with much
significance for me.

Phoenix:
Both as a friend... and a
lawyer.

Judge:
He was extremely talented,
to be sure.

Phoenix:
I needed two things before
I could confront him:

Phoenix:
The first was a place where
no injustice would be
tolerated... This courtroom.

Phoenix:
The second was a man who
would tolerate no injustice...

Phoenix:
In other words, a defense
attorney.  You, Apollo.

Apollo:
Me...?

Phoenix:
A dark time is coming for
our legal system...

Phoenix:
A twisting of justice brought
on by our very own court
system.

Phoenix:
We have to set it right.

Apollo:
Mr. Wright...

Phoenix:
Our work lies ahead of us...
and I, for one, am looking
forward to it.

Judge:
Well, this seems like a good
time to announce a verdict.

Judge:
This court finds the
defendant, Mr. Phoenix
Wright...

Not Guilty

Judge:
Court is adjourned!

---
April 20, 4:28 PM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 3
---

Phoenix:
Thanks, Apollo.

Phoenix:
You came through, just like
I thought you would.

Apollo:
I'm pretty sure I didn't
do a thing in there!

Apollo:
It was you who cornered
Mr. Gav... the killer.

Phoenix:
I couldn't have done it
by myself.

Phoenix:
You sensed it too, today,
didn't you?  Your... ability.

Apollo:
...Ability?

Phoenix:
Yes... a sensitivity I lack.
You'll come to understand it
soon enough.

Apollo:
(Wait, I wonder if he
means...)

Apollo:
I have one question for the
witness then.

Apollo:
You say you saw the moment
the defendant hit the victim.
...Is this true?

Olga:
O-Of course it's true!

Apollo:
(What's this weird vibe
I'm getting!?)

Apollo:
What... What was that,
Mr. Wright?

Phoenix:
You'll have to find the answer
to that question yourself.

Apollo:
The answer... Right...

Apollo:
Today was full of questions
without answers... Most of
them about Mr. Gavin.

Phoenix:
What possible reason could
he have had to commit murder?

Phoenix:
Perhaps you'll learn that
in the days to come...

Apollo:
Huh?  Wait... You don't know,
do you?

Phoenix:
This locket is the key...

Apollo:
Huh?  Oh, that reminds me,
I met the girl whose picture
is in your locket.

Apollo:
Your... daughter, right?

Phoenix:
That's right.  She's my
daughter.

Phoenix:
You know, you were right about
this locket.

Apollo:
Eh...?

Phoenix:
I took this off his neck the
night he died.

Phoenix:
...But it looks like our
dear "Russian" scam artist
saw me.

Phoenix:
So the truth is, this locket
really did belong to him.

Apollo:
Wait!  But that's perjury!!!

Apollo:
You testified!  You said
that locket was yours!

Phoenix:
I said no such thing,
actually.

Apollo
Huh?

Phoenix:
I merely said that it was
"a locket" with my daughter's
picture inside.

Phoenix:
A subtle distinction, but
a distinction none the less.

Phoenix:
And it's the truth.

Apollo:
Wait, but then... why!?

Apollo:
Why was the victim wearing
a locket with a picture of
your daughter inside it!?

Phoenix:
Sometimes the straightest
path to the truth isn't the
best one... Give it time.

Phoenix:
You're still just getting
started with your career.

Apollo:
...Speaking of which, I may
be out of a job.  I work for
Gavin Law Offices, after all.

Apollo:
(I still can't believe I just
saw Mr. Gavin get led away
in handcuffs...)

Phoenix:
...
Apollo.

Apollo:
Yes?

Phoenix:
How about coming to work for
me?

Apollo:
Eh!?  You mean... at the
Wright & Co. Law Offices!?

Apollo:
I mean... there's not a single
attorney in my generation that
doesn't know it!

Phoenix:
I can't imagine that to
be true, but...

Apollo:
Wait.. but didn't you...
You're not a...

Phoenix:
Oh, I turned in my badge, yes.
I'm not an attorney anymore.

Apollo:
(That incident seven years
ago...)

Apollo:
(That legendary trial...)

Apollo:
(And at the middle of it all
was one man...
Phoenix Wright!)

Apollo:
(The case reached its sad
conclusion.. and he left
law for good.)

Apollo:
Have you ever thought about
coming back to the courts?

Phoenix:
I'm... not qualified to stand
in a court of law, I'm afraid.

Phoenix:
Didn't you notice in today's 
trial?

Phoenix:
There was a single piece of
forged evidence.

Apollo:
Forged evidence!?
Wh-What are you talking
about!?

Phoenix:
I'm talking about evidence
that shouldn't have existed.
A naughty magician's trick...

Apollo:
(Hmm... One piece of evidence
struck me as odd, it's true.)

Apollo:
(It just seemed, well, too
perfect.)

Apollo:
(I'll bet this was the
forged evidence.)


	((Present Wrong))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Phoenix:
	...
	Or maybe you didn't notice.
	
	Apollo:
	(Hmm, guess that wasn't it.)
	
	Phoenix:
	No matter, I'll tell you.
	It was this.
	
	Apollo:
	...Ah.
	(The card that girl gave me!)
	
	Phoenix:
	Frankly, this couldn't have
	been found at the scene of
	the crime.
	
	
	((Present Bloody Ace))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	You mean this, don't you?
	
	Apollo:
	I got this from your, erm,
	your daughter, Mr. Wright.
	
	Phoenix:
	Yes... That card couldn't have
	been found at the crime scene.
	

Phoenix:
Why?  Because the killer took
it with him when he left.
	
Phoenix:
Leaving the wrong card in
its place... luckily for us.
	
Kristoph:
The court can't accept this
evidence!  It's a fraud!

Phoenix:
A fraud?  How can you be so
sure?

Phoenix:
I would think the only person
who could claim it was a
fraud...

Phoenix:
...would be the one who took
the real card from the crime
scene... The real killer!

Kristoph:
...!

Phoenix:
My verdict was already
handed down... seven
years ago.

Apollo:
Then... You really...?

Phoenix:
Yes.
I forged this card.

Phoenix:
One look at the crime scene
should've told you it wasn't
real.

Apollo:
But... But you can't do
something like that and
call yourself an attorney!

Phoenix:
Who's calling themselves an
attorney, Apollo?

Apollo:
So it's true...

Apollo:
The rumor is true!

Apollo:
Seven years ago...

Phoenix:
...

Phoenix:
None of that matters much
now, does it?

Apollo:
...!
Nnngh...
Grrrraarrrgh!

Phoenix:
...

Apollo:
(I... I punched him...)

Phoenix:
...

Phoenix:
...It's your story from here
on out, Apollo.

Phoenix:
Perhaps I can help you turn
the next page...

Phoenix:
My office's address.
Drop in, if you like.

Apollo:
Mr. Wright...

Phoenix:
Oh, about your uppercut...

Phoenix:
Try yelling, "Take that!"
next time.  I find it packs
a little more punch.

Phoenix:
And Apollo, thanks for today.
I had a good time.

Apollo:
And with that, Mr. Wright
walked out the door.

Apollo:
...And that's how my first
trial ended.

Apollo:
A lot of mysteries went
unsolved...

Apollo:
And, at the time, I had no
idea they were all related.

Apollo:
Every mystery that day...

Apollo:
...connected by a single
thread of logic...

Apollo:
I'd find that out soon enough.

Apollo:
My name is Apollo Justice,
attorney at law.  And this
is how my story begins...

				THE END
				
				
============================
Episode 2
Turnabout Corner
Day 1: Investigation    -20101-
============================

As long as we draw breath,
the Wheel of Fate turns...

Spining big crimes and
little crimes together.

And when the Wheel stops...

You die.

---
June 15, 9:12 AM
Wright & Co. Law Offices
---

---------
Profiles  \
----------------------------
Phoenix Wright
Age: 33
Gender: Male
A pianist who can't play a 
lick.  Formerly an ace defense
attorney of some renown.
----------------------------

Apollo:
(Two months have passed
since Mr. Gavin's arrest.)

Apollo:
(My first trial, and I lost
both my mentor and my job.)

Apollo:
(Yeah, I'll admit it.
I was screwed.)

Apollo:
(But even when I hit bottom,
I told myself I'd never
come here.  Honest.)

Apollo:
(Here being the legendary
Wright & Co. Law Offices.)

Apollo:
(OK, Justice, time to
stop trembling.)

???:
Ah!  You must be here for the
interview.  Right this way.

Apollo:
Huh?

???:
Hello there!  You've found the
Wright place!  Welcome!

Apollo:
Uh... Ah...
(What's with this girl!?)

???:
Well now, shall we begin?

Apollo:
Begin... what?

???:
Right, first things first...
Any special talents?

Apollo:
Erm, talents?

???:
Yes, well, you must have
at least one!

Apollo:
Well... Uh... I guess...
Defending?

???:
"Defending"... An unusual
talent, but it'll do.

???:
With a little jazzing up,
of course.

Apollo:
Y-You think so...?

???:
Let's give it a go, shall we?

Apollo:
Huh?

???:
Go ahead!  Show me!  Defend!

???:
Just give it all you've got.
Don't hold back now!

Apollo:
Wh-What are you talking about?
I can't just "defend" here!

???:
First lesson: A professional
can perform anywhere!

Apollo:
...Thanks.

???:
We want people to be laughing
with us...

???:
...not at us!

Apollo:
...Thanks.

Apollo:
But I'm not sure why they
should be laughing at all.

???:
What...?

???:
What exactly do you think
you came here to do?

Apollo:
What?  Um, defend... No?

???:
...

???:
Excuse me, but do you know
where you are?

Apollo:
Huh!?  The Wright & Co. Law
Offices, right?

???:
...Oh.

???:
I was afraid of that.  Don't
worry, you're not the first.

Apollo:
Look, what's going on here?
Who are you?

Apollo:
I came here to meet with the
person in charge...

???:
Well, you've apparently made 
no fewer than two mistakes.

Apollo:
Mistakes?
But I got a call from
Mr. Wright this morning!

???:
Perhaps you should go read
the sign out front again?

Apollo:
What's there to read!?
Look, it says right there...

Apollo:
...Oh.

Apollo:
Why does it say "Wright
Talent Agency"...?

???:
Welcome to the Wright Talent
Agency, where you've "always
come to the Wright place!"

Trucy:
I'm Trucy Wright, CEO.
I'm a magician.

----------------------------
Trucy Wright
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Future stage magician in
training.  Apparently, the
daughter of Phoenix Wright.
----------------------------

Apollo:
(It all came flooding back...
The trial... That girl...)

???:
Hello, sir.
Please, pick a card.

Phoenix:
That's right.  She's my
daughter.

Apollo:
Trucy... Wright.

Trucy:
Here, check out our flyer!

Trucy:
So... what's your name?

Apollo:
Apollo... Apollo Justice,
attorney at law.


	=Present Badge=
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, I've seen one of those
	before!
	That's an attorney's badge.
	
	Trucy:
	It looks just like the
	one Daddy used to have.
	
	Trucy:
	Now if I take this badge...
	And do this, and this...
	See!  It's gone!
	
	Apollo:
	H-Hey!  My badge!  What'd you
	do with my badge!?
	
	Trucy:
	No need to worry!
	
	Trucy:
	Just look in your pocket!
	
	Apollo:
	Huh!  No way... My pocket?
	(Wait a second... There's
	something in there!)
	
	Apollo:
	...
	It's a flyer for your agency!
	
	Trucy:
	And here's your badge.  You
	can have it back now.
	
	Apollo:
	(That's the last time I let
	her touch anything of mine.
	Period.)
	
	
	=Examine Spaghetti=
	
	Apollo:
	Whoa!  That fork is floating!
	...Not.
	
	Apollo:
	Why do you have a plate of
	plastic spaghetti here?
	
	Trucy:
	That right there is the whole
	reason I became a magician!
	
	Apollo:
	Do tell.
	
	Trucy:
	I saw a plate just like that
	in a restaurant once.
	
	Trucy:
	The floating fork looked so
	real!  That's when I knew...
	
	Trucy:
	Someday, I'd make magic more
	amazing than that spaghetti!
	
	
	=Examine Hula Hoop=
	
	Apollo:
	That's one of those hula hoop
	things everyone was crazy
	about way back when.
	
	Trucy:
	Really?  I had no idea these
	were that popular!
	
	Apollo:
	I'm not so bad with one
	myself, actually.
	
	Trucy:
	Eh!?  I-I'm still learning...
	
	Trucy:
	So you can really make someone
	levitate with it?  Show me!
	
	Apollo:
	Huh!?  I-I have no idea how!
	(It's just a normal hula
	hoop, isn't it?)
	
	
	=Examine Piano=
	
	Apollo:
	There are all sorts of strange
	paraphernalia sitting on top
	of the piano.
	
	Trucy:
	Those are my magic props!
	Practice, practice, practice!
	
	Trucy:
	A professional never leaves
	their weapons far from reach!
	
	Apollo:
	But you can't play the piano
	with all this junk on it.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, no one plays here anyway.
	And the neighbors complain.
	
	Apollo:
	(I guess Mr. Wright really
	can't play...)
	
	
	=Examine Photo=
	
	Apollo:
	An old, sepia-tinted photo of
	a man in a silk top hat.
	
	Trucy:
	That's my favorite magician!
	I want to be just like him
	someday!
	
	Apollo:
	(Sure, nice... Guess it's good
	to have a role model.  Even if
	he's gotta be well over 100.)
	
	Trucy:
	How rude!
	
	
	=Examine Split Box=
	
	Apollo:
	A strange, split box leers
	at me from the wall.
	
	Apollo:
	Um, is this one of those boxes
	for cutting people in half?
	
	Trucy:
	That's right!
	This cabinet is used for an 
	illusion called the "Zig-Zag"!
	
	Apollo:
	I've seen one on TV... But why
	is one just sitting here in
	your office?
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, it's a little big for 
	me, you see.
	
	Trucy:
	So I'm using it as furniture.
	
	Trucy:
	Hats in the top, shirts in the
	middle, and pants down below!
	
	Trucy:
	I think it's a nice touch...
	don't you?
	
	Apollo:
	(It's not exactly what I'd
	call a "welcoming" decor.)
	
	
	=Examine Hat=
	
	Apollo:
	A blue silk hat, just like the
	one Trucy is wearing.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, that's just for show.
	Don't wear it, please!
	
	Apollo:
	(Last thought from my mind,
	honest.)
	
	Trucy:
	I put it there so clients can
	see it and know who I am.
	
	Trucy:
	Nothing says "magician" like
	a silk top hat!
	
	
	=Examine Plant=
	
	Trucy:
	Ack!  Don't touch Mr. Charley!
	
	Apollo:
	"Mister" Charley...?
	
	Trucy:
	He's been in this office much
	longer than I have!
	
	Trucy:
	Daddy's mentor had a great
	fondness for Mr. Charley.
	
	Trucy:
	He's lived here since Daddy
	was a rookie attorney!
	
	Apollo:
	Huh. 
	(Mr. Charley... riiight.)
	
	Trucy:
	Now I take care of him!
	
	
	=Examine Bookshelf=
	
	Apollo:
	All these legal books must be
	Mr. Wright's leftovers...
	
	Apollo:
	...There's a lot of unrelated
	books in here, too.
	
	Apollo:
	"One Trick a Day"...
	"Magic for Idiots"...
	
	Apollo:
	You'd think a pro magician
	would aim a bit higher.
	
	
	=Examine Teapot=
	
	Apollo:
	That table... doesn't look
	very sturdy.
	
	Trucy:
	You've never seen one of
	these?  It's a magic table!
	
	Apollo:
	So, like, you make this
	teapot disappear?
	
	Trucy:
	So you might think!
	But that's not it...
	
	Trucy:
	Before your very eyes, the
	contents of the pot change!
	
	Trucy:
	...From Earl Grey to
	Darjeeling!
	
	Apollo:
	Kinda hard to see the
	difference, I'd think...
	
	
	=Examine Other=
	
	Apollo:
	No clues here.
	

	=Move=
	
	Apollo:
	(What's up with this "Wright
	Talent Agency"?)
	
	Apollo:
	(Guess I'll talk to her and
	find out what I can.)
	

	=Talk -> Wright Talent Agency=

	Apollo:
	So... Is this really a
	talent agency?

	Trucy:
	You bet!

	Trucy:
	Daddy started it seven years
	ago, when he quit law.

	Trucy:
	Of course, we only have two
	people signed up right now.

	Apollo:
	Two people... Does that
	include you?

	Trucy:
	Trucy Wright, Magician
	Extraordinaire!

	Trucy:
	I've done a lot of stage
	shows!  Paid, too!

	Trucy:
	I am a professional, you know.

	Apollo:
	Er... right.

	Trucy:
	Promise you'll come to one of
	my shows, OK?

	Trucy:
	Let's see... Oh, and the other
	person our agency represents
	is...

	Trucy:
	Phoenix Wright, Pianist Extra
	Ordinaire!

	Apollo:
	Your dad, in other words.

	Apollo:
	Didn't he say he couldn't
	play the piano?

	Trucy:
	Our agency doesn't see that as
	a problem.

	Trucy:
	Why, there are many magicians
	who can't do magic!

	Apollo:
	At least you're optimistic,
	I'll give you that.


	=Talk -> Trucy Wright=

	Apollo:
	So you're his, er... you're
	Phoenix Wright's daughter?

	Trucy:
	That's right!  After Daddy
	quit law seven years ago...

	Trucy:
	...I promised I would keep
	him fed!

	Trucy:
	So I'm kind of his sugar
	daddy!  Get it?

	Apollo:
	No.

	Trucy:
	I'm in charge of this whole
	office, too.

	Trucy:
	Pretty amazing for a young
	lass of fifteen, wouldn't you
	agree!?

	Apollo:
	F-Fifteen?
	Uh, how old is Mr. Wright?

	Trucy:
	Daddy?  Oh... he's 33 this
	year.

	Apollo:
	...I'm sure there's a good
	explanation.
	(I hope...)

	Trucy:
	?


	=Talk -> Phoenix Wright=

	Apollo:
	Um, about Mr. Wright giving up
	law...

	Apollo:
	It was because of that
	incident seven years ago,
	wasn't it...?

	Trucy:
	Eh?  You know about that!?

	Apollo:
	Not the details.

	Apollo:
	I remember the news, though.
	It was a big deal.

	Trucy:
	So I hear.

	Trucy:
	I was too young to understand
	what was going on.

	Trucy:
	I'll ask Daddy about it next
	time I get a chance.

	Apollo:
	Daddy, right... That reminds
	me.  About Mr. Wright...

	Apollo:
	He gave me a call this morning
	to come in.

	Trucy:
	Daddy's not here right now.

	Trucy:
	He's in the hospital.

	Apollo:
	The hospital!?

	Trucy:
	Yeah.  He's on strict bed rest
	until he gets better.

	Apollo:
	Wh...
	What!?

	
Apollo:
OK...

Apollo:
Which hospital is Mr. Wright
in?  I'll pay him a visit.

Trucy:
Oh, the Hickfield Clinic.
It's quite close.

Apollo:
Right.  Well, I'll be going
now.  And I'll, uh... give this
showbiz gig some thought, OK?

Trucy:
Wait!  I'll go with you!

---
June 15, 9:45 AM
Hickfield Clinic
---

Apollo:
(So... this is Mr. Wright's
hospital...)

???:
Eh?  Visitors are ya?  Hrmm?

Apollo:
Uh, yeah.  Are you the...
doctor?

Hickfield:
Ayup.  Dr. Hickfield's the
name.  Eh he he.

----------------------------
Dr. Hickfield
Age: ??
Gender: Male
A suspicious-looking fellow,
though he apparently is
Mr. Wright's physician.
----------------------------

Trucy:
Good morning, Doctor!

Hickfield:
Oh, hiya there, Trucy.
Cute as ever!  Eh he he.

Trucy:
Is... this Daddy's room?

Hickfield:
Oh yah.  'Cept he's gone for a
mornin' checkup.  Be back soon.

Hickfield:
How're you, Miss Trucy?  Got
any places you'd like...
examined?  Eh heh...

Phoenix:
Doctor... the nurse was
looking for you.

Hickfield:
Why, if it isn't the Daddy o'
the cutest lil' thing in town!

Hickfield:
Hrm.  Hrmm.  Guess I'll be off
then.  Eh he?  Later, Trucy.

Apollo:
Wow, what an odd bird that
guy was.

Phoenix:
Good morning.  Didn't expect
you so soon, Apollo.

Apollo:
Mr. Wright...


	=Present Badge=
	
	Phoenix:
	What's that?  Looks strangely
	familiar...
	
	Apollo:
	How could you not recognize
	an attorney's badge!?
	
	Phoenix:
	It's been seven years.  I've
	forgotten... a lot of things.
	
	Apollo:
	(I guess some seven years
	are longer than others.)
	
	
	=Examine Bottle=
	
	Trucy:
	Aaaah!  Daddy!  You snuck some
	grape juice in again!?
	
	Trucy:
	The doctor said you weren't
	supposed to drink that here!
	
	Phoenix:
	Trucy.
	Look at the label.
	
	Trucy:
	...
	Oh.
	
	Trucy:
	"Deep Sea Mineral Water".
	That's fine, I guess.
	
	Phoenix:
	I switched the labels.  Don't
	tell Trucy, 'kay?
	
	Apollo:
	(What can I say, the man
	loves his grape juice.)
	
	
	=Examine Piano=
	
	Apollo:
	This looks like a child's toy
	piano.
	
	Phoenix:
	Gotta practice.  Wouldn't want
	my fingers to get stiff.
	
	Phoenix:
	A pro always keeps his weapon
	close at hand.
	
	Phoenix:
	Shall I play you a tune?
	
	Apollo:
	Uh... no thanks.
	
	Phoenix:
	Ah, how unfortunate.  I so
	rarely get a chance to play.
	
	
	=Examine DVD Stack=
	
	Apollo:
	A swaying, spiraling stack
	of DVD cases.
	
	Apollo:
	"The Steel Samurai",
	"The Nickel Samurai"...
	
	Apollo:
	"The Pink Princess",
	"The Zappy Samurai: Electric
	Bugaboo"...
	
	Apollo:
	They're all children's action
	hero shows...
	
	Phoenix:
	This "kid" I know keeps
	sending them to me.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh.
	Like a niece or nephew?
	
	Phoenix:
	...Something like that.
	
	Apollo:
	Quite the collection.  This
	kid's parents must be really
	generous with their allowance.
	
	Apollo:
	(Funny, Mr. Wright doesn't
	seem the type that kids 
	would like.)
	
	
	=Examine Bed=
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. Wright's bed... It's
	really messy.
	
	Trucy:
	Look how messy this is!
	
	Trucy:
	You're just hopeless without
	me, aren't you, Daddy?
	
	Apollo:
	(Yikes!  She's attempting 
	to clean up!  Look out!)
	
	Phoenix:
	Ah ha ha.  You got me.  What can
	I say?  I was raised in a barn.
	
	Phoenix:
	Try not to let word get out,
	Apollo.  If you don't mind.
	
	Apollo:
	(Yeah, it might ruin your
	illustrious career pretending
	to play the piano.)
	
	
	=Examine TV=
	
	Apollo:
	What's that on TV?  Looks like
	some sort of action hero
	show...
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, I know that one!
	That's the Sniffling Samurai!
	
	Trucy:
	His "Booger Flick" attack is
	a big hit with the grade
	school crowd.
	
	Apollo:
	I had no idea you liked this
	kind of stuff, Mr. Wright.
	
	Phoenix:
	Well, what else is there
	to do when you're stuck in
	bed?
	
	Phoenix:
	Besides, the episodes will
	just keep piling up if I don't
	keep up, you know?
	
	Apollo:
	Um... yeah.
	(Try not buying them.)
	
	Phoenix:
	Now's the only time I get to
	watch and write up my reports.
	
	Apollo:
	Your... reports?
	
	Phoenix:
	It's a long story.  Like a
	lot of things, actually.
	
	
	=Talk -> What Happened=
	
	Apollo:
	So... what happened?
	
	Phoenix:
	...Who could have imagined it?
	
	Phoenix:
	Me, victim of a hit and run...
	
	Apollo:
	A hit and... You were hit by 
	a car!?
	
	Phoenix:
	Oh, he tried to swerve,
	I'll give him that.
	
	Phoenix:
	Picture me tossed thirty feet
	through the air...
	
	Phoenix:
	...only stopping when my
	head hit that telephone pole.
	
	Apollo:
	You hit a telephone pole with
	your head!?  Are you OK!?
	
	Phoenix:
	Thankfully, my only injury was
	a sprained ankle.
	
	Apollo:
	(He really is as lucky as
	they say...)
	
	
	=Talk -> About Trucy...=
	
	Apollo:
	There's something that, well,
	it just doesn't sit right.
	
	Apollo:
	I just can't believe you have
	a daughter, Mr. Wright!
	
	Apollo:
	And... she's so big!  Not fat,
	but, er, you know what I mean.
	
	Phoenix:
	Oh, Trucy's still a child.
	
	Trucy:
	Daddy!
	How many times do I have
	to remind you!
	
	Trucy:
	I'm not a child anymore!
	
	Phoenix:
	Ah ha ha!
	But you'll always be Daddy's
	little baby girl to me, Trucy.
	
	Apollo:
	(Ah ha ha, my foot.  I'm
	not buying it.)
	
	Phoenix:
	Oh, something you should know
	about Trucy...
	
	Apollo:
	She's a magician, right?
	She told me.
	
	Phoenix:
	Not a mere stage magician...
	She's a genius.
	
	Trucy:
	Tee hee!  Aw, Daddy!
	
	Phoenix:
	You'll soon come to appreciate
	her "talent".
	
	Apollo:
	You could just tell me things
	instead of insinuating them.
	
	
	=Talk -> Wright Talent Agency=
	
	Apollo:
	So, why did you contact me?
	
	Apollo:
	What could the Wright Talent
	Agency possibly want with me?
	
	Phoenix:
	No need to get prickly, now.
	
	Apollo:
	Hey, I didn't ask to be
	dragged in like this!
	
	Trucy:
	Huh?  But didn't you come into
	the office of your own free
	will anyway?
	
	Apollo:
	Well, yeah, of course.
	
	Apollo:
	"Help!  We're in big trouble here
	at the office!  Big!"
	
	Apollo:
	...I thought someone was
	dying.
	
	Phoenix:
	So you don't think this is
	big trouble?
	
	Phoenix:
	My talent agency represents
	only two people... and one of
	them is in the hospital.
	
	Trucy:
	That's right, Daddy!  How are
	we going to pay this month's
	rent!?  And the groceries!?
	
	Phoenix:
	Yeah... That's the problem
	with such a tight operation.
	
	Phoenix:
	It's a symbiotic relationship.
	When one of us falls, the
	other, too, must fall...
	
	Apollo:
	Hey!  This isn't exactly a
	suitable conversation to be
	having with a 15 year old kid!
	
	Phoenix:
	In any case, if Apollo here
	can't help you...
	
	Phoenix:
	...you'll have to transfer to
	a new school.  Again.
	
	Trucy:
	No!  I can't!  I only just made
	friends...
	
	Trucy:
	How could you do this to me...
	to us!?  Polly...
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  What?  Now it's my fault?
	
	Phoenix:
	On that note, how about you
	come work for us?
	
	Phoenix:
	I've got the perfect client
	for you already lined up.
	
	Apollo:
	A... A client?
	
	Apollo:
	(You mean I get to do my job?
	I get to defend in court!?)
	
	Apollo:
	...Alright.  I'll hear what
	you have to say.
	
	Trucy:
	You got him, Daddy!
	Hook, line, and sinker!
	
	Phoenix:
	Ah ha.  Now it's time to reel
	him in!
	
	Apollo:
	(It's official: I'm scared.)
	
	
	=Talk -> Our Client=
	
	Apollo:
	Alright, so who's the client?
	
	Phoenix:
	Ah, yes.  Here, take a look
	at the map and I'll explain.
	
	Phoenix:
	Last night, I left the office
	just before nine o'clock...
	
	Phoenix:
	I was going to that Indochine
	pasta joint, Alden Tae's.
	
	Phoenix:
	I play piano there, of course.
	
	Phoenix:
	...That's when it happened!
	
	Phoenix:
	The car sent me flying, nicked
	a telephone pole...
	
	Phoenix:
	...and zoomed away.
	Creepy, huh?
	
	Apollo:
	Just a tad.
	
	Apollo:
	It's almost as creepy as 
	hearing you tell the story
	like it was no big deal.
	
	Phoenix:
	The car sped off in this
	direction...
	
	Phoenix:
	...So, good luck!
	
	Apollo:
	...Huh?
	
	Phoenix:
	You wanted a client, didn't
	you?  Well, I'm your client!
	
	Phoenix:
	Find the guy who knocked me
	into that telephone pole!
	
	Apollo:
	Whoa, hold on!  I'm a defense
	attorney, not a detective!
	
	Phoenix:
	Don't worry.  Once you've found
	the guy, I intend to sue him.
	
	Phoenix:
	Then you can stick it to him
	in court!
	
	Apollo:
	...I'm not a prosecutor
	either!
	
	Apollo:
	I'm sorry, but... this is
	crazy.  I'm going home.
	
	Phoenix:
	Don't get so worked up.
	It was just a joke.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, Daddy.
	Sorry, Apollo.
	He just loves jokes, you know.
	
	Trucy:
	Even the ones that aren't
	very funny.
	
	Phoenix:
	Your real client should be
	stopping by the office any
	time now.
	
	Apollo:
	The office... You mean the
	talent agency?
	
	Apollo:
	(No harm in going.  It's not
	like I have anything else
	to do.)
	
	Phoenix:
	...One more thing.
	
	Phoenix:
	Do look into my accident too,
	would you?
	
	Phoenix:
	I marked the scene of the 
	tragedy on this map.
	
	Phoenix:
	It's right in front of this
	park.  Should be easy to find.
	
	Apollo:
	(So, he's going to make me
	investigate this after
	all...)
	
	** Map added to the
	Court Record. **
	
----------------------------
Map
Type: Maps
Received from
Phoenix Wright
Shows the area around
Mr. Wright's office.  Touch
the Check Button for details.
----------------------------

	=Talk -> Our Client (again)=
	
	Same as above, stops at "I'm going home."
	

	=Present Map=
	
	Phoenix:
	I've marked the location of
	the accident on your map.
	
	Phoenix:
	Find the criminal who knocked
	me into that telephone pole!
	
	
=Move -> Wright Talent Agency=
	
---
June 15, 10:05 AM
Wright Talent Agency
---

???:
Hey hey hey!

???:
How long you planning on
making me wait, eh!?

Trucy:
Ah!  Good morning!

???:
Hey there, Trucy-doll.

???:
Sounds like your pops had
a bit of a rough spot, eh?

Trucy:
All's well that ends well,
I guess...

Apollo:
(This... is our client?)

???:
Hey!  So this is that Pollo
fellow, eh?

Apollo:
Oh, uh, y-yes?
(The name's "Apollo".)

???:
Look at 'im there, arms all
crossed-like.  Ready to fight!

Apollo:
Yes, sir! ...You don't mean
that literally, do you?

???:
The boss told you what I need,
right?  Don't let me down now,
Pollo!

Apollo:
Don't worry about your defense
sir, I'm on it!

???:
Defense...?

???:
Your noodle half-cooked?  It's
too late for defense!

???:
My castle's been stormed!  My
keep's been kept!  My noodle
stand's been stolen!

Apollo:
N-Noodle...?

Trucy:
You know Mr. Eldoon from the
noodle stand, don'cha, Polly?

Apollo:
No nicknames, please.  And no,
of course I don't know him!

???:
You new in these parts?

Apollo:
Not really...

???:
Then you know the best noodles
in town: Eldoon's Noodles!

Apollo:
Uh, whose noodles?

???:
My noodles!  Er, help me out
here, Trucy-doll.

Trucy:
This is Mr. Guy Eldoon...
our client!

Trucy:
Maybe you can tell us what
the problem is, Mr. Eldoon?

Guy:
Anything for you, Trucy-doll!

----------------------------
Guy Eldoon
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Proprietor of the noodle
stand "Eldoon's Noodles".
----------------------------


	=Present Badge=
	
	Guy:
	Yee haw!  Attaboy!
	Way to flash 'em!
	
	Guy:
	Ol' Phoenix used to do that
	to my pops all the time.
	
	Trucy:
	Your father...?
	
	Guy:
	Yup, he'd whip that bad boy
	out 'n' say "Put it on my tab,
	you know I'm good for it."
	
	Apollo:
	(A tab at a noodle joint?)
	
	
	=Present Other=
	
	Guy:
	Sorry, fellah, but the only
	business I'm concerned with
	is my business.
	
	Guy:
	You gotta help me out!
	Get my business back!

	
	=Talk -> Who's this guy?=
	
	Apollo:
	So...
	You run a noodle stand, Mr....
	
	Guy:
	Eldoon.  Guy Eldoon's the name!
	And noodles are my game.
	
	Guy:
	The secret's in the soup!  I've
	been searching for the perfect
	soup for a year 'n' a half.
	
	Apollo:
	Oh.  That's... not that long,
	really.
	
	Guy:
	My family's been noodle men
	for generations.  Got a lot of
	expectation on my shoulders.
	
	Guy:
	Fifteen fathers passing the
	noodle to fifteen sons.
	
	Trucy:
	That's a pretty old noodle!
	
	Guy:
	Aye, and fool that I was, I
	pushed it away.
	
	Guy:
	I rebelled against my pops,
	and picked another livelihood.
	
	Guy:
	But... that didn't turn out
	so well.
	
	Apollo:
	Oh.
	
	Guy:
	There was no denying it...
	
	Guy:
	Salty broth runs through these
	veins, boy!
	
	Trucy:
	So, it was like destiny that
	you became what you are.
	
	Guy:
	Right, destiny's the word!
	Oh, I fought it...
	
	Guy:
	...but in the end I was bound
	by the twisted noodle of fate!
	
	Apollo:
	(Not a mental image I care
	to linger on.)
	
	Guy:
	So, last year, I started my
	noodle stand.
	
	Guy:
	The 15th generation of
	Eldoon's Noodles!
	
	
	=Talk -> Eldoon's Noodles=
	
	Apollo:
	Um... So tell me more about
	Eldoon's Noodles.
	
	Guy:
	You don't know the genius
	that are my noodles!?
	
	Guy:
	I make 'em so salty, why,
	they're saltier than... salt!
	
	Apollo:
	(Now I really don't want to
	find out.)
	
	Trucy:
	Daddy's a regular at his
	noodle stand.
	
	Guy:
	He frequented my pops's stand
	back during his attorney
	days, too.
	
	Guy:
	Yep, him and his assistant.
	
	Apollo:
	I'm sorry... I'll be sure to
	drop by your stand soon.
	
	Guy:
	Wish you could, sonny!
	
	Apollo:
	Eh?
	
	Guy:
	Heck, I wish I could!  I'd give
	anything for a bowl 'bout now.
	
	Trucy:
	What do you mean?
	
	Guy:
	It was stolen!
	My stand!  Gone!
	
	Apollo:
	Stolen...?
	
	
	=Talk -> Stolen stand=
	
	Guy:
	It was last night...
	
	Guy:
	I was doing my rounds, blowin'
	my whistle.
	
	Trucy:
	It's like an ice-cream truck's
	bell but louder!  He even gets
	complaints!
	
	Guy:
	Eh heh, now you're just trying
	to butter me up.
	
	Apollo:
	(That souned more like the 
	blues than a whistle...)
	
	Guy:
	I closed up my stand for the
	night and parked by the house.
	
	Guy:
	Then, this morning, dark 'n'
	early...
	
	Guy:
	It was gone!  My keep!  My
	castle! Oooooh!
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe some bum carted it off?
	
	Apollo:
	...Just guessing here.
	
	Guy:
	Well, I don't care who did it!
	Without that stand, I'm
	finished!
	
	Guy:
	All my noodle bowls were in
	there, too.
	
	Trucy:
	That's the saddest thing
	I've heard all day.
	
	Guy:
	You know it.  Anyhows, that's
	the deal.  Good luck!
	
	Apollo:
	Good... huh?  Wait... What
	exactly is your request?
	
	Guy:
	My noodle stand!  Find it!
	
	Guy:
	And the day you bring my baby
	back is the day you feast on
	as many noodles as you want!
	
	Guy:
	Course I make it so hot 'n'
	salty, two bowls'd kill a man.
	Then I'd really need defense!
	
	Apollo:
	Speaking of defense, that's
	what I do.  I'm a lawyer.  Not
	a detective...
	
	Guy:
	This is where I live, you drop
	by if you need any info, 'kay?
	
	Guy:
	Get it back today if you can,
	Pollo!  I got noodles to make!
	
	Apollo:
	Things have certainly taken
	a turn for the bizarre.
	
	Apollo:
	Traffic accidents... and
	noodle stand thieves.
	
	Trucy:
	Um, actually...
	
	Trucy:
	There was something I wanted
	to ask you about, too, Apollo.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?
	(I have a bad feeling
	about this.)
	
	Guy:
	Ah, listen to the lady's
	problem now.  Don't be cruel!
	
	Trucy:
	I lost something last night.
	That is, something was stolen.
	
	Guy:
	Hey, what's this?  More
	thieving and skullduggery!?
	
	Trucy:
	Well, um...
	
	Trucy:
	Someone stole a pair of my
	panties.
	
	Apollo:
	...Panties?
	
	
	=Talk -> Trucy's Request=
	
	Apollo:
	Erm, so they were, um, stolen,
	your, er...
	
	Trucy:
	My panties, yes.
	
	Apollo:
	Ah, er, right.  Panties.
	
	Guy:
	That's a cryin' shame, that
	is, Trucy-doll.
	
	Trucy:
	I was alone in the office
	last night.
	
	Trucy:
	I had hung my panties out
	the window there to dry...
	
	Trucy:
	...when a thief came and took
	them!  My favorite panties!
	
	Trucy:
	I ran after him.  "Give those
	back!" I shouted.  "Wait!"
	
	Apollo:
	Well, that was certainly
	brave of you.
	
	Trucy:
	...But I lost him.
	
	Trucy:
	Without those panties, I don't
	know what I'll do...
	
	Guy:
	A darn cryin' shame, yup.
	
	Trucy:
	Well, at least the scene of
	the crime is convenient.
	
	Trucy:
	I'll mark it on your map!
	
	
Guy:
I'll be headin' home now.
	
Guy:
Remember, find my stand or
there's an empty bowl in
yer future, Pollo!
	
Apollo:
Er, right.
	
Guy:
And you help out Trucy-doll
here, too, y'hear?

Trucy:
Things have certainly picked
up, haven't they!

Trucy:
We had no work yesterday, and
now we have three cases!

Apollo:
I... I guess.

Trucy:
Let's see where we stand!

Apollo:
(Not in a courtroom, that's
where.)

Apollo:
Well, the first item on our
list...

Trucy:
Phoenix Wright... Daddy's
hit and run accident.

Trucy:
We have to find the one who
hit him!

Apollo:
...Who's going to pay us for
this again?

Trucy:
And the second item...

Trucy:
Mr. Eldoon's request..
to find his noodle stand.

Apollo:
For which we stand to gain...
a bowl of salty noodles...

Trucy:
And the last request is mine!

Trucy:
To find my stolen panties!

Apollo:
...That bowl of noodles is
looking better and better.

Trucy:
Let's go, Polly!
To the streets!

Apollo:
Aren't you enthusiastic.

Trucy:
How could I not be!?

Trucy:
Let's crack these cases,
you and me!

Apollo:
(*sigh* Guess we might as
well get started...)

Apollo:
(Let's see.  A hit and run...
a stolen stand...)

Apollo:
(And last but not least...
stolen panties.)


	=Present Anything (except the badge)=
		
	Trucy:
	What's that, Polly?
	Oh, I know!
		
	Trucy:
	You want to see a magic 
	trick!  Well, you've come to
	the right girl!
		
	Trucy:
	Watch as I make that evidence
	disappear, forever!
		
	Apollo:
	Whoa!  No, don't!
	Sorry, my bad!
		
		
	=Talk -> Panty-snatcher=
		
	Apollo:
	(Maybe I should as her
	more about her... uh...)
		
	Apollo:
	(This is going to be
	difficult--)
		
	Trucy:
	Apollo!
		
	Apollo:
	Yeah?
		
	Trucy:
	Your [sic] going to have to press
	me for information!  Go ahead,
	do your worst!
		
	Apollo:
	Uh, no thanks, I pass.
		
	Trucy:
	You can't "pass"!  This is your
	job!
		
	Trucy:
	Look, I had hung them outside
	the window there to dry...
		
	Trucy:
	...when a thief came and took
	them!  My favorite panties!
		
	Trucy:
	I ran after him.  "Give those
	back!" I shouted.  "Wait!"
		
	Trucy:
	...But I lost him.
		
	Trucy:
	I can't live without those
	panties!  Please find them!
		
		
	=Talk -> Any leads?=
		
	Apollo:
	Well?  Do we have any leads?
		
	Trucy:
	Hmm...
	One moment...
		
	Trucy:
	...
	Allakazam!
	Allakazing!
		
	Apollo:
	(Whoa!  Where'd all this
	evidence come from?)
		
	Trucy:
	...
		
	Apollo:
	Um... So what happens next?
		
	Trucy:
	That's it!
	Pretty neat, huh?
		
	Apollo:
	...Yeah.  Neat.
	(*sigh*)
	
	
=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=
	
---
June 15
Hickfield Clinic
---
	
Apollo:
Huh?  Mr. Wright's gone.
	
Trucy:
Maybe he's gone for an
examination?
	
Apollo:
He'll probably be back soon.
Let's wait.
	
Trucy:
I think it might take some
time.
	
Trucy:
Daddy always loves his
examinations!
	
Apollo:
(Don't ask, Justice.  You don't
want to know.)
	
Trucy:
Why don't we come back later?
	
Apollo:
Yeah, I guess you're right.
	
	
	=Examine Bottle=
		
	Apollo:
	A bottle of Mr. Wright's
	favorite brand of grape juice.
		
	Apollo:
	After that trial, I'll never
	drink grape juice again.
		
	Apollo:
	Clearly not a problem for
	Mr. Wright, however.
		
		
	=Examine Piano=
	
	Apollo:
	A small, children's piano.
		
	Apollo:
	I guess the man likes pink.
		
		
	=Examine DVD Stack=
		
	Apollo:
	A swaying, spiraling stack
	of DVD cases.
		
	Apollo:
	It looks ready to collapse.
	Better keep my distance.
		
		
	=Examine Bed=
		
	Apollo:
	Mr. Wright's bed.
	Wow, what a mess.
		
	Apollo:
	Trucy must be in charge of
	cleaning at home.
		
		
	=Examine TV=
		
	Apollo:
	The television's been left
	on... to an episode of the
	Steel Samurai.
		
	Apollo:
	That's the same episode as
	before.  Must be his favorite.
		

=Move -> Scene of the Stand Theft=

---
June 15
Scene of the Stand Theft
---

Apollo:
So... what's this place?

Trucy:
This would be Mr. Eldoon's
house, silly.

Apollo:
Oh, so this is where his
stand was stolen from.

Apollo:
I can see a piece of evidence
lying on the ground already.

Trucy:
...Hey!

Trucy:
Look, there's a police car
parked over there.

Apollo:
You're right... What's with
the sparkly... entrance?  What
is this place?  A hospital?

Apollo:
There's a sign... "Meraktis
Clinic".

Trucy:
Hmm... Oh!
That's where the thief went!

Apollo:
The thief...?

Trucy:
The one who snatcked my
panties!  He ran into this
clinic last night!

Trucy:
Wait, maybe that police car
is here to find my panties!

Apollo:
I doubt it.

Trucy:
Well, there's only one way
to be sure!  Let's investigate!

Guy:
Ah, there you are, sonny!

Guy:
Well, you find anything yet!?

Apollo:
Er, um, no.  Not yet.

Guy:
The longer you loaf around
here the saltier your victory
bowl gets, just remember that!

Apollo:
(This bowl of noodles is
sounding less like payment
and more like punishment...)


	=Examine Dog=
	
	Trucy:
	Look!  A doggy!
	
	Trucy:
	Good boy, good boy, Salty!
	
	Apollo:
	I'm sure the dog has a real
	name, Trucy.
	
	Guy:
	Yup, sure does!  Name's Spoon.
	And it's a she, by the way.
	
	Trucy:
	Spoon doesn't seem so lively.
	
	Guy:
	She didn't get her bowl of
	salty broth this mornin',
	that's why.
	
	Guy:
	Poor lil' thing.
	*sniff*
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo!  Let's find that stand
	soon!  For Spoon's sake!
	
	Apollo:
	(I'm pretty sure dogs aren't
	supposed to eat noodles...)
	
	
	=Examine Noo Sign=
	
	Apollo:
	...That's quite a sign.  I take
	it that's "NOO" as opposed to
	"OLD"?
	
	Guy:
	Ah, you like it?  Made it
	myself, I did.
	
	Guy:
	I meant to write "Noodles" but
	ran outta space.
	
	Trucy:
	Prior planning prevents
	poor performance!
	
	Guy:
	Lucky for me it spells a word
	all by itself!  And spruces up
	my image, it does!
	
	Apollo:
	(It does have a certain power
	of willful denial thing going
	for it.)
	
	
	=Examine House=
	
	Trucy:
	This house is... well, it's
	old!
	
	Guy:
	It's been well-loved, that's
	for sure.  I've lived here with
	my wife for many years now.
	
	Guy:
	It's got character, though,
	just like my soup!
	
	Apollo:
	(I always thought character
	was a positive thing.)
	
	
	=Examine Oil Drum=
	
	Apollo:
	It looks like the oil drum
	is connected to that sink
	over there...
	
	Trucy:
	Collecting rainwater to do the
	dishes!  How environmentally
	conscious!
	
	Apollo:
	You... don't think he uses
	rainwater to cook his noodles
	and to make the broth, do you?
	
	Trucy:
	Oh I'm sure he finds the best
	water money can buy!  Taste is
	his business, you know.
	
	Trucy:
	Look, that sign over there!
	
	Trucy:
	"Eldoon's only uses water
	from all-natural sources!"
	
	Apollo:
	...
	
	Apollo:
	(I think I'll take a rain
	check on eating here.)
	
	
	=Examine Tarp=
	
	Guy:
	That's the place!  Right there!
	
	Guy:
	That's where I kept my stand.
	Covered all nice 'n' purty
	with that blue tarp there!
	
	Apollo:
	So you used this plastic sheet
	to cover your stand at night?
	...I see.
	
	Trucy:
	You see?  What?  Did you figure
	out why it was stolen!?
	
	Apollo:
	Well no, but it does suggest
	that the thief knew what he
	or she was looking for.
	
	Apollo:
	They clearly knew what was
	under that sheet.
	
	Guy:
	So it wasn't one of those
	casual drive-by stand
	snatchers, you mean?
	
	Guy:
	Not bad, sonny-boy.
	Not bad at all!
	
	
	=Examine Sign Under Drum=
	
	Apollo:
	There's a hand-written sign
	here... "Save the light!"
	
	Trucy:
	"Save the light!" indeed!
	Mr. Eldoon's house is
	practically in the dark here!
	
	Apollo:
	I guess the hospital clinic
	next door blocks the sunlight.
	
	Guy:
	Everything's gone wrong since
	they built this monstrosity!
	
	Guy:
	Broth needs sun or it rots!
	What's a man to do?
	
	Guy:
	They just want my customers to
	get food poisoning so they
	can turn a pretty profit...
	
	Apollo:
	(That seems like a lot of
	trouble to go through for
	a few extra patients...)
	
	
	=Examine Bowl=
	
	Apollo:
	Is this yours, Mr. Eldoon?
	
	Guy:
	Hey!  That there's the heart
	and soul of Eldoon's Noodles!
	
	Guy:
	The bowl absorbs my salty
	soup... Pretty soon it's
	gonna taste just like noodles!
	
	Trucy:
	Wow!  It does smell like
	noodles!
	
	Guy:
	All my other bowls got taken
	away with my stand!
	
	Guy:
	Get it back for me, sonny-boy,
	I'm beggin' ya!
	
	** Bowl added to the Court
	Record. **
	
----------------------------
Bowl
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Eldoon's House.
Custom-made Eldoon's Noodles
bowl.  Decorated with the
Eldoon's Noodles mascot.

	=Check -> Examine Face in Bowl=
	
	Trucy:
	It's the Eldoon's Noodles's
	mascot!
	
	Trucy:
	Mr. Salty!
	He's so cute!
	
	Apollo:
	It's not a very endearing
	mascot, is it?
	
	Trucy:
	You know...
	Come to think of it...
	
	Trucy:
	...It looks a lot like you,
	Apollo.  Especially the red
	parts.
	
	Apollo:
	Can I help it if I like red?
	
	
	=Check -> Examine Face Under Bowl=
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh, look!  I love these little
	personal touches!
	
	Apollo:
	Seems a shame to hide it on
	the bottom of the bowl.
	
	Apollo:
	...Huh?  When I touched it the
	paint flaked off.
	
	Trucy:
	He must have painted it on by
	hand with warm, professional
	care!
	
	Apollo:
	After buying the cheapest
	paint he could find with cold
	professional thrift.
	
----------------------------

	
	=Examine -> Clinic Door=
	
	Trucy:
	That doorway sure is sparkly!
	
	Apollo:
	The "Meraktis Clinic", huh.
	Looks more like a casino
	parlor than a hospital.
	
	Apollo:
	They must be quite profitable.
	
	Trucy:
	Funny, it looks closed.  Maybe
	they're on vacation today?
	
	
	=Examine -> Green Sign=

	Apollo:
	Looks like they have a special
	offer going on...
	
	Trucy:
	"Three shots for the price of
	one!"  Ooh, now's our chance,
	Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	Chance for what!?  I don't need
	any shots, thank you.
	
	Apollo:
	Whoever runs this clinic, they
	seem pretty business-minded.
	
	
	=Examine -> Police Car=
	
	Apollo:
	I'd understand if there was
	an ambulance outside...
	But a police car?
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe they're tax evaders!
	
	Officer:
	Ah, sorry miss.  No going into
	the clinic today.
	
	Trucy:
	Did something happen?
	
	Officer:
	Huh?  Oh, no.  Nothing to see
	here.  Move along.
	
	Officer:
	You'll have to find someplace
	else to play doctor.
	
	Apollo:
	(Do we look like the right
	age to be playing doctor!?)
	
	Apollo:
	We need a little more info
	on this Meraktis Clinic.
	
	Trucy:
	We could ask Mr. Eldoon.  He is
	their neighbor and all.
	
	Trucy:
	And we should check out that
	garage!
	
	Trucy:
	What if the thief who stole
	my panties is still in there!?
	
	Apollo:
	...*sigh*
	
	
	=Present Bowl=
	
	Guy:
	You can tell my bowls by
	the Mr. Salty logo!
	
	Trucy:
	The mascot of Eldoon's
	Noodles!
	
	Guy:
	They come to the stand, they
	sit, they drink deep from
	that bowl...
	
	Guy:
	...and when they see the 
	bottom, their face looks jus'
	like Mr. Salty's!  Genius, no!?
	
	Trucy:
	Very high-concept.
	
	Guy:
	You can't ply a trade if you
	don't love the tools.
	Remember that!
	
	Trucy:
	Yes sir!
	
	Apollo:
	(Trucy has a thing for
	professionals, clearly.)
	

	=Present Other=
	
	Guy:
	Sorry, sonny-boy.  My interest
	is for my stand and precious
	little else.
	
	Guy:
	Get cracking on that case!
	Find my stand, I'm beggin' ya!
	
	
	=Talk -> Eldoon's Noodles=
	
	Apollo:
	So, your stand... "Eldoon's
	Noodles", was it?
	
	Guy:
	Aye!  Passed down from father
	to son.
	
	Guy:
	That stand's seen its share
	o' salt, mmm-hmm.
	
	Guy:
	Salt runs in the family,
	you might say.
	
	Apollo:
	(I bet high blood pressure
	does too.)
	
	Apollo:
	So... your stand, Eldoon's
	Noodles, was stolen...
	
	Guy:
	Oh, it wasn't just the stand
	that was stolen, sonny-boy!
	
	Guy:
	I lost those wobbly wheels,
	my salt-crusted stewpot,
	my stained sign...
	
	Guy:
	I didn't just lose a stand,
	I lost a legend!
	
	Trucy:
	No one steals a legend and
	gets away with it on my watch!
	
	Trucy:
	Let's find that legend,
	Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	(Isn't it about time he bought
	a new one anyway?)
	
	
	=Talk -> Stolen stand=
	
	Apollo:
	Are there any more details you
	could give me about the stand?
	
	Guy:
	You bet, sonny-boy!
	It happened last night...
	
	Guy:
	I was blowing my whistle
	like always, crying the
	town, I was.
	
	Guy:
	The smell of brother filled the
	streets... thick 'n' salty.
	
	Guy:
	I got home, well, right before
	10 PM, I reckon.
	
	Apollo:
	(Guess he's not aiming for
	that late-night market.)
	
	Guy:
	I washed my bowls and gave
	the wheels a squirt of grease.
	Then I went inside.
	
	Apollo:
	When did you notice it had
	been stolen?
	
	Guy:
	Early this morning.  Before the
	sun rose.  Work starts early!
	
	Apollo:
	(Do that many people eat
	noodles for breakfast!?)
	
	Guy:
	I'm washed up on the salty
	shores of ruination!
	
	Guy:
	That stand had my whole life
	in it... nay, my whole being!
	
	Trucy:
	They took everything?
	
	Guy:
	All my soup stock, my noodles,
	my bowls... and my dreams!
	
	Trucy:
	At least they left one bowl.
	Look, there, on the ground.
	
	Guy:
	If you don't find that stand
	today...
	
	Guy:
	Then I'll be forced to walk
	the streets, peddling that
	bowl... my last bowl.
	
	Apollo:
	Please, I'm under enough
	pressure here as it is.
	
	
	=Talk -> The garage=
	
	Trucy:
	That's it!  That's where the
	thief who snatched my panties
	ran to!
	
	Guy:
	It's a crying shame, that
	is.
	
	Guy:
	If they have to steal, make it
	my loincloth!  Not some pretty
	girl's panties!
	
	Apollo:
	The garage, right.  You don't
	think the thief lives here,
	do you?
	
	Guy:
	Feh!  I wouldn't put it past
	that good-for-nothing doctor!
	
	Apollo:
	(Hmm... Do I detect a little
	animosity here?)
	
	Trucy:
	Let's make sure to check 
	out that garage thoroughly!
	
	
	=Talk -> Meraktis Clinic=
	
	Trucy:
	Hey, do you think something
	happened next door?  There's
	a police car out front...
	
	Guy:
	Feh!  Probably gave someone
	food poisoning, I'll bet!
	
	Apollo:
	(If anyone's at risk of giving
	someone food poisoning...)
	
	Guy:
	That police car got here
	this mornin', actually.
	
	Guy:
	I asked what they were up to,
	but they wouldn't even tell
	me, the neighbor!  Feh!
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm...
	
	Guy:
	Not that I was surprised
	much.  That doctor works for
	the wrong crowd.
	
	Guy:
	It was just a matter of time
	'fore he got what was coming
	to him.  Feh!
	
	Apollo:
	The "wrong crowd"...?
	
	Guy:
	...Never you mind about that.
	
	
=Move to -> Accident Scene=
	
---
June 15
Accident Scene
---

Apollo:
So this is where Mr. Wright
got hit by that car?

Trucy:
According to the map, this is
the place!

Apollo:
What a huge mansion...
Feels like Chinatown.

Trucy:
Apollo!  There's a nice-looking
lady over there.

Trucy:
Let's question her!

Apollo:
Um, OK.

Apollo:
(I'm a little curious about
the park over there, too...)

Trucy:
Excuse me!  Um, can we have a 
few words with you?

???:
You want something?

Apollo:
(Whoa!  That husky voice...
Why am I suddenly sweating?)

Trucy:
That's quite a house you've
got there!  You must have a
lot of money...

???:
Whoooh.  "Money" sounds like
something my son would call
his friends.

???:
This is the Kitaki Family
mansion, little girl.

Apollo:
Eh.

???:
You, kid with the hair.
You want something?

Apollo:
Urk!  M-M-Me?  No, not a thing!
Bye!

Trucy:
Apollo!  We can't leave without
questioning her!  What if she
knows something!

Apollo:
B-But th-the Kitaki Family...!

Apollo:
(They're the biggest organized
crime syndicate in town!)

???:
If you're going to ask
something, ask it.
If you're man enough.

Apollo:
Waaaaugh!
R-Right!

Trucy:
Yay!  Way to whip him into
shape, ma'am!

Apollo:
(Does she know no fear!?)

Plum:
I'm Plum.  Plum Kitaki.  Wife
of the fourth head of the
Kitaki Family business.

----------------------------
Plum Kitaki
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Wife to the 4th Kitaki Family
boss.  Busy cleaning up paint
spilled by her front gate.
----------------------------

Plum:
Friends call me Little Plum.

Apollo:
I-I'm l-little Apollo Justice,
attorney at law.  *gulp*

Apollo:
(If looks could kill,
this woman would be a
mass-murderer by now...)


	=Examine Gate=
	
	Trucy:
	Wow, what a big house!  And the
	gate is so big...
	
	Apollo:
	The Kitaki Family is pretty
	big around these parts.
	
	Trucy:
	I like the fox!  It's so cute!
	
	Plum:
	Ah, that.  That's our family
	crest... from the old country.
	
	Trucy:
	Your family "crest"?
	
	Plum:
	We're clever as the fox...
	and our teeth are sharp.
	
	Trucy:
	So it's like a motto!
	
	Trucy:
	You need a crest, too, Apollo!
	Ooh!  How about the scales of
	justice?  Or a lunar lander!
	
	Apollo:
	(...I'll pass, thanks.)
	
	
	=Examine Wall=
	
	Apollo:
	A brightly painted dragon.
	Why do I get the feeling he's
	glaring at me?
	
	Apollo:
	Those paints must have been
	to repaint this wall.
	
	Plum:
	That's right.  I called in an
	artist to do the job right.
	
	Plum:
	...He's the third so far.
	
	Apollo:
	The... third?
	
	Plum:
	The first spilled paint all
	over the entrance here, the
	second on my kimono...
	
	Plum:
	So I...
	
	Apollo:
	N-No, don't tell me.  It's
	better that I don't know.
	
	
	=Examine Spilled Paint=
	
	Apollo:
	There's paint splashed all
	over this gate.
	
	Apollo:
	(What a mess...)
	
	Trucy:
	Was this paint knocked over 
	by the car that hit my Daddy?
	
	Plum:
	That's right.  Feh.  And I'm
	left to clean up the mess.
	
	Plum:
	If you find whoever did this,
	bring the scoundrel by, would
	you?
	
	Trucy:
	Of course!  Then you can make
	them clean up their own mess!
	
	Plum:
	Ah ha ha ha!  You're cute.
	Naïve, but cute.
	
	Plum:
	When I find whoever did this,
	you can bet I'll be doing some
	"cleaning".
	
	Plum:
	There's nothing I dislike
	so much... as a mess.
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh!  I wish I could say cool
	things like that!
	
	Plum:
	I'll bet you do!
	Wa ha ha ha ha!!!
	
	Apollo:
	(I'd laugh if my teeth weren't
	chattering so hard.)
	
	
	=Switch to Park View=
	
	Apollo:
	Who's that!?
	She's looking at the park.
	
	Trucy:
	She's pretty.
	
	Trucy:
	I bet she has a story, you
	know?
	
	Apollo:
	(There is something about
	her... Too bad she seems
	to be in a bit of a rush.)
	
----------------------------
???
Age: ??
Gender: Female
Mysterious woman encountered
outside People Park.  She
seemed concerned...
----------------------------
	
	
	=Examine Park=
	
	Apollo:
	Personally, I'm a little more
	interested in this park.
	
	Trucy:
	You know what I think?
	I bet they're filming a movie.
	
	Trucy:
	Let's go take a look!  Maybe
	we'll see someone famous!
	
	Officer:
	Hey, Miss!  Stay out of the
	park!
	
	Trucy:
	...He got mad at me.
	
	Apollo:
	Um, did something happen here,
	officer?
	
	Officer:
	Huh?  Uh, no, move along,
	nothing to see.
	
	Officer:
	Why don't you kids go play
	someplace else?
	
	Apollo:
	We're not kids and we're not
	playing!  I'm an attorney!
	
	???:
	...Something wrong?
	
	Officer:
	Ah, Detective Skye!  We're fine
	ma'am, nothing to report!
	
	Apollo:
	(Detective...?)
	
	Trucy:
	Why's she wearing a lab coat?
	
	Apollo:
	You're hardly one to comment
	on how people are dressed.
	
----------------------------
???
Age: ??
Gender: Female
Detective in a white lab
coat.  Apparently in an
extremely touchy mood.
----------------------------	
	
	???:
	And... these kids are?
	
	Officer:
	Curiosity seekers, ma'am.
	They claim to be "lawyers".
	
	???:
	Ah.  Why don't you kids run
	along and play someplace else?
	
	Apollo:
	Look, we're not...
	
	???:
	Or I might spill something on
	that pretty face of yours.
	
	???:
	Want a dose of experimental
	Hydroxyacelunodosetrase?
	
	Trucy:
	...Come again?
	
	Trucy:
	What's Hydroxy... stuff?
	
	Apollo:
	Whatever it is, it doesn't
	sound good.  Let's go, Trucy!
	
	???:
	Try to keep out the riff-raff,
	if you would.
	
	Officer:
	Yes ma'am!
	
	Apollo:
	Grr... How are we going to get
	more information like this?
	
	Trucy:
	Why don't we ask that nice
	woman across the street?
	
	Apollo:
	(Oh yes, that nice woman...
	*gulp*)
	
	
	=Examine Park Again=
	
	Apollo:
	I gotta say, I'd really like
	to know what happened here...
	
	Officer:
	Hey, I said no one goes in!
	
	Officer:
	Unless you want a face-full
	of hydroxyadayadawhatzit!
	
	Apollo:
	(Hmm... No dice.)
	
	
	=Examine Sign=
	
	Apollo:
	People Park... Huh, kind of
	an odd name for such an empty
	place.
	
	Trucy:
	I wonder why it's named that?
	
	Trucy:
	Hey!  There's something written
	on the gate post...
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  Oh yeah... It says,
	"Donated by Big Wins Kitaki".
	
	Trucy:
	You mean the Kitaki Family
	built this park?
	
	Trucy:
	It's so nice of them to give
	to the community like that!
	
	Apollo:
	...Let's not get too friendly
	with them, shall we?
	
	Apollo:
	(A gangster building a park...?
	Odd move for a crime boss.)
	
	
	=Examine Old Lady=
	
	Apollo:
	...Looks like there's some
	trouble by the park gate.
	
	Trucy:
	I smell an incident!
	
	Officer:
	Ma'am!  There's no entry to
	the park!
	
	Old Lady:
	Now don't you tell me where
	I can't go, young fella!
	
	Old Lady:
	I always walk through this
	park on my way home!
	
	Officer:
	Please, get down from there!
	You'll hurt yourself, ma'am!
	
	Apollo:
	(That's quite the determined
	old lady.)
	
	
	=Examine Trash Can=
	
	Apollo:
	There's a big trash can on the
	way into the park.
	
	Apollo:
	I guess we could check it
	out...
	
	Trucy:
	A detective's life sure is a
	hard one!
	
	Apollo:
	I'm an attorney, actua...
	Huh?
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm.  Two pieces of garbage
	with paint on them.
	
	Apollo:
	These... are slippers.
	
	Apollo:
	They look like those slippers
	you get at the hospital...
	
	Trucy:
	Look at this, Apollo!
	Doesn't this go on a car...?
	
	Apollo:
	It's a side-view mirror!
	
	Apollo:
	Looks like it was torn off
	when it smacked into
	something... or someone.
	
	Trucy:
	Wait, you don't think...
	
	Apollo:
	I do.  This could be from the
	car that hit Mr. Wright!
	
	Trucy:
	Wow, and he took off its
	mirror?  I never knew Daddy
	was so strong.
	
	Trucy:
	I only have room in my pocket
	for one of these, though.
	
	Trucy:
	Which do you want to take?
	
	
		[ Slippers ]
		
		** Slippers crammed into pocket. **
		
----------------------------
Slippers
Type: Other
Retrieved from the
entrance to People Park.
Slippers for patients at the
Meraktis Clinic.  Was found in
front of Kitaki Mansion.


	=Check -> Examine Leaf Print=
	
	Trucy:
	The bottom is covered with
	paint!
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  What's this weird
	shape here?
	
	Trucy:
	It looks like a leaf was stuck
	to the bottom when the wearer
	stepped in some yellow paint.
	
	Apollo:
	So the outline was left when
	the leaf was removed!
	
	Apollo:
	Ack!  I got paint on my hand!
	
	Trucy:
	......
	Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	I saw you try to wipe your
	hand on my cape!
	
	
	=Check -> Examine Toe Print=
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  This spot here is black.
	
	Trucy:
	I wonder what that is...?
	
	Trucy:
	It doesn't look like paint...
	
----------------------------

			=Examine Trash Can Again=
			
			Apollo:
			There's a side-view mirror
			with some paint on it in
			this trash can.
			
			Trucy:
			I can only carry one thing at
			a time in my pocket, you know.
			
			Apollo:
			(Should I swap the slippers for
			the mirror?)
			
			
				[ No need ]
				
				Apollo:
				...On second thought, let's
				not and say we did.
				
				
				[ Swap ]
				
				Apollo:
				Sure, let's swap the evidence.
				Trucy, if you would.
				
				Trucy:
				I'm on it!
				
				** Mirror slipped into pocket. **
				
----------------------------
Mirror
Type: Other
Retrieved from the
entrance to People Park.
Torn off the car that hit
Mr. Wright.  Was found in
front of Kitaki Mansion.

	=Check -> Examine Wires=
	
	Trucy:
	It's cut clean off!  I wonder
	what's in there...?
	
	Apollo:
	Don't.  There are bare wires
	hanging out.
	
	Trucy:
	Let's see..
	Zzzzzzaaaaap!  Eeek!
	
	Apollo:
	Wha--!?
	A-Are you OK!?
	
	Trucy:
	Hee hee!
	Just a little joke!
	
	Apollo:
	......
	Don't scare me like that!
	
	Trucy:
	You mean, don't "shock" you?
	Zzzzzzaaaaap!  Hee hee!

----------------------------	

		[ Mirror ]
		
		** Mirror slipped into pocket. **
		
			=Examine Trash Can Again=
			
			Apollo:
			There's some paint on the
			slippers in this trash can.
			
			Trucy:
			I can only carry one thing at
			a time in my pocket, you know.
			
			Apollo:
			(Should I swap the mirror for
			the slippers?)
			
			
				[ No need ]
				
				Apollo:
				Actually... let's not and
				say we did.
				
				
				[ Swap ]
				
				Apollo:
				Sure, let's swap the evidence.
				Trucy, if you would.
				
				Trucy:
				Right-o!
				
				** Slippers crammed into pocket. **
				
	
	=Talk -> The Kitakis=
	
	Trucy:
	Little Plum?  That's a really
	cute name for someone so...
	
	Plum:
	Yes...?
	
	Apollo:
	Wh-Whoa!
	
	Trucy:
	What is it, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	How about you go through me
	when talking to her, OK,
	Trucy?
	
	Trucy:
	Huh?  That seems like a bit of
	a needless procedure.
	
	Apollo:
	I'm a lawyer.  I live for
	needless procedures.
	
	Plum:
	Oh little girl, you should
	know... We're gangsters.
	
	Trucy:
	Gangst... Oh!  That means
	you're the bad guys!
	
	Apollo:
	Trucy!  Through me!  Please!
	I'm begging you here!
	
	Plum:
	Wa ha ha ha ha!!!
	
	Plum:
	The bad guys... I like the
	sound of that!
	
	Apollo:
	(...I'm going to need some
	warm tea after this.)
	
	Plum:
	It takes a lot of hard work
	to protect a family fortune.
	
	Plum:
	Things aren't as easy as they
	used to be for us "bad guys".
	
	Trucy:
	So, you're saying that
	business is in a slump?
	
	Apollo:
	(Let's not ask about "business
	if we can help it, please?)
	
	
	=Talk -> Last night's accident=
	
	Apollo:
	There was a car accident here
	last night?
	
	Plum:
	Last night...
	
	Apollo:
	Of c-course you wouldn't know
	about it!  S-Sorry to bother
	you!
	
	Plum:
	Wait.
	
	Apollo:
	Y-Yes?
	
	Plum:
	You're talking about that man,
	aren't you?
	
	Plum:
	The one who flew thirty feet
	and just walked away?
	
	Trucy:
	That's my daddy!
	
	Plum:
	Ah ha ha!  I should've known!
	
	Plum:
	One of our Capos thought he'd
	make a great point man...
	
	Trucy:
	Capo?  Point man...?
	
	Apollo:
	Um, could you avoid using too
	much, er, industry lingo?
	
	Plum:
	In any case, it's been nothing
	but trouble.
	
	Plum:
	I've been cleaning up this
	mess since morning!  Bah!
	
	Apollo:
	Cleaning up this... paint?
	
	
	=Talk -> Splattered paint=
	
	Apollo:
	Was this paint spilled at
	the time of the accident?
	
	Plum:
	It was around 9 last night.
	I heard a crashing noise...
	
	Plum:
	...and found your father
	drowning in a sea of paint.
	
	Trucy:
	So you came to his rescue?
	
	Plum:
	You've my husband... the Boss
	to thank for that.
	
	Plum:
	The car that hit your father
	knocked over this paint...
	
	Plum:
	...then turned the corner, and
	sped away.
	
	Plum:
	We're in the middle of
	repainting our wall, you see.
	
	Apollo:
	(I'm sure that dragon is glaring
	at me.)
	
	Trucy:
	But, why are you out here
	cleaning it up?
	
	Plum:
	What do you mean?
	
	Trucy:
	I mean, aren't you a
	gangster?
	
	Trucy:
	Don't you have any "goons" to
	do your dirty work for you?
	
	Apollo:
	Please!  Go through me when
	you want to...
	
	Plum:
	Wa ha ha ha ha!!!  Don't be
	such a stiff, lawyer-boy.
	
	Plum:
	I suppose we gangsters do have
	a certain image...
	
	Apollo:
	Urm, yes.
	
	Plum:
	But we're community-oriented
	gangsters, you see.
	
	Plum:
	...The Boss likes to give
	back to the people, see?
	
	Apollo:
	(How noble of him...)
	
	Plum:
	I availed myself of the public
	facilities to get rid of all
	the garbage...
	
	Plum:
	Now there's just the paint on
	the street to deal with.
	
	Apollo:
	(Public facilities...?)
	
	Apollo:
	(I wonder if she means that
	trash can...)
	
	
	=Talk -> People Park=
	
	Apollo:
	...Can I ask you a question?
	
	Plum:
	What?
	
	Apollo:
	...What happened in the park
	across the street?
	
	Plum:
	Oh, yes, quite the commotion.
	"Chicago Lightning", as the
	Boss would say.
	
	Trucy:
	Chicago... huh?
	
	Plum:
	Gunfire.  Someone was killed.
	Strange circumstances, too.
	
	Apollo:
	You're kidding!
	
	Plum:
	What a morning!
	
	Plum:
	Trouble everywhere.  The park,
	the gate, even our house...
	
	Trucy:
	Did something happen at your
	house, too?
	
	Plum:
	A crime without honor!
	Without remorse!
	
	Plum:
	It's a private matter...
	Wanna hear about it?
	
	Trucy:
	Somehow I don't think "no"
	is an acceptable answer,
	Polly.
	
	
	=Talk -> A private matter=
	
	Apollo:
	So... what happened at your
	house?
	
	Plum:
	Bloomers.  Last night.
	
	Apollo:
	Eh.
	(I got a bad feeling about
	this...)
	
	Plum:
	Me, Little Plum Kitaki, the
	victim of a panty-snatcher!
	
	Trucy:
	Whaaaaaaat?  So it wasn't just
	my panties that were stolen!?
	
	Plum:
	Got you too, did they?
	Poor thing.
	
	Plum:
	Like I said, whoever did this
	is a hardened criminal.
	
	Plum:
	It wasn't you, was it!?
	
	Apollo:
	N-No!  Of course not!  Mercy!
	
	Plum:
	I've heard word that panties
	have been disappearing lately.
	
	Plum:
	...And the missing panties
	all have something in common.
	
	Apollo:
	(It's hard to imagine Trucy's
	and Mrs. Kitaki's panties
	having much in common...)
	
	Apollo:
	(I just imagined Mrs. Kitaki's
	panties... *gulp*)
	
	Trucy:
	I know!  We'll find your
	bloomers, too!
	
	Plum:
	Great!  Show me what you're
	made of.
	
	Apollo:
	(What have you gotten me into
	this time, Trucy?)
	
	???:
	...
	
	Apollo:
	(...That girl from before!)
	
	Plum:
	Oh!  Welcome home, sweetie.
	
	???:
	Ah, uh... hello, m-mother.
	
	Apollo:
	(She's a Kitaki, too!?)
	
	Trucy:
	Uh, um, Miss!  Miss!
	
	???:
	...?
	
	Trucy:
	Here, our flyer.
	
	???:
	The... Wright Anything Agency?
	
	Apollo:
	A-Anything Agency?
	
	Trucy:
	Yeah!  Do you like the new
	flyer?
	
	Trucy:
	So, um, this is our defense
	attorney, Mr. Apollo Justice!
	
	???:
	Attorney...?
	
	Trucy:
	Drop by our office!  We'll be
	waiting!
	
	???:
	Ah...
	Good-bye.
	
	Apollo:
	Why did you give her our
	flyer?
	
	Trucy:
	I dunno.  She seemed like she
	could use some help.
	
	Apollo:
	She's the heiress to a
	gangster dynasty!
	She doesn't need our help!
	
	Trucy:
	...I wouldn't be so sure!
	
	Apollo:
	...?
	
	
	=Present Mirror=
	
	Apollo:
	Can you tell me anything
	about this mirror?
	
	Plum:
	That's probably from the car
	that knocked that fellow
	across the street.
	
	Apollo:
	(Right!  That makes this a
	valuable clue!)
	
	Plum:
	Let me know if you find that
	car, would you?
	
	Plum:
	You splash Kitaki paint, you
	pay the price.
	
	
	=Present Anything Else=
	
	Plum:
	Sorry, kid.  I got no idea
	what you're talking about.
	

=Move -> Meraktis Clinic - Garage=

---
June 15
Meraktis Clinic
Garage
---

Trucy:
This is the place!  This is
where that panty-snatcher ran!

Apollo:
Are you sure?

Trucy:
Maybe!
Let's look for clues!

Trucy:
Clues... to a panty-snatching!

Trucy:
Clues... like a pair of
panties!

Apollo:
...Um, Trucy?

Apollo:
Could you try not saying
"panties" so many times?


	=Examine Skeleton=
	
	Trucy:
	Eeeeeeek!
	Someone's there!
	
	Trucy:
	...
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, it's just a gold-painted
	human skeleton.
	
	Apollo:
	(Just a human skeleton!?
	...And painted gold?)
	
	Trucy:
	There's a mannequin hand
	waving to us from the box
	behind the skeleton.
	
	Trucy:
	This place just screams
	"hospital storage", don't
	you think?
	
	Apollo:
	It screams something, that's
	for sure.
	
	
	=Examine Cat=
	
	Trucy:
	Hey!  A kitty-cat!  Here, kitty
	kitty kitty.
	
	Meow.
	
	Trucy:
	...It's not coming down.
	
	Apollo:
	We do look kind of suspicious,
	you have to admit.
	
	Trucy:
	It's OK kitty-cat!  His hair
	won't hurt you!
	
	Apollo:
	It's OK kitty-cat!  She won't
	make you disappear in her hat!
	
	
	=Examine Ladder=
	
	Apollo:
	Look, it's a folding ladder.
	
	Trucy:
	Polly!  That's called a
	"stepladder"!  C'mon!
	
	Apollo:
	...A stepladder?  How is that
	different from a regular
	ladder then?
	
	Trucy:
	It's a much more complex
	piece of machinery.  It's like
	two ladders stuck together!
	
	Apollo:
	...So you admit that basically
	it's a ladder, right?
	
	Trucy:
	Wait... Huh?
	
	Apollo:
	You have to look past the 
	form... at the essence of
	the thing.
	
	Trucy:
	Er... Can we talk about
	something else?
	
	
	=Examine Car=
	
	Apollo:
	There's something about
	this car...
	
	Trucy:
	Let's take a closer look!
	
	
		=Examine Phone=
		
		Apollo:
		Look... a cell phone.
		
		Trucy:
		Somoene dropped it beneath
		this tire!
		
		Trucy:
		If the car moved, it would
		be crushed for sure!
		
		Apollo:
		Hmm... I wonder if it belongs
		to the doctor here?
		
		Trucy:
		We should bring it to him
		later!
		
		** Cell Phone added to the Court
		Record. **
		
----------------------------
Cell Phone
Type: Other
Retrieved from 
Meraktis Clinic - Garage
Found in the Meraktis Clinic
garage beneath a car.
Who could have dropped it?

	=Check -> Examine Watch=
	
	Trucy:
	Look at this cute little
	watch-strap!  I want one!
	
	Apollo:
	...It's kind of odd, though.
	
	Trucy:
	What is?
	
	Apollo:
	I mean, if you wanted to know
	the time, you could just look
	at the phone itself.
	
	Trucy:
	Hey, you're right!
	Sharp, Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	Th-Thanks.
	(Finally, some respect!)
	
	Trucy:
	So, what does that tell you?
	
	Apollo:
	Well, the owner of this
	phone doesn't think through
	the details, for one.
	
	Trucy:
	They did drop their phone,
	after all.
	
	Trucy:
	I kinda figured they were
	a little spacey already.
	
	Apollo:
	Oh... good point.
	
----------------------------

		=Examine Tailpipe=
		
		Apollo:
		That reminds me...
		
		Apollo:
		I once read a record of a case
		that Mr. Wright worked on many
		years ago.
		
		Trucy:
		...?
		
		Apollo:
		Apparently, there was this
		car with a piece of cloth
		shoved into the tailpipe!
		
		Apollo:
		That piece of cloth turned out
		to be a vital clue to solving
		the case!
		
		Trucy:
		Wow!
		
		Apollo:
		I remember that case record
		whenever I'm checking out
		a car...
		
		Apollo:
		And I always check the
		tailpipe!
		
		Trucy:
		Everyone's gotta have a hobby,
		I guess.
		
		Apollo:
		Wouldn't it be funny if...
		...Hey!
		There's something in here!
		
		Trucy:
		What!?
		
		Apollo:
		W-Wait a second...
		Are these your...
		
		Trucy:
		Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
		My panties!!!
		
		Apollo:
		Whaaaat!?  Already!?
		
		Trucy:
		Wow, thank you, Apollo!
		You're a genius!
		Amazing!
		
		Apollo:
		No, no, really, don't
		mention it.
		
		Trucy:
		No, I'm serious, I'm really
		impressed!
		
		Trucy:
		You must have a nose for
		finding girls' panties!
		
		Apollo:
		...
		Um, what are those?
		
		Trucy:
		My little panties, of course!
		They've come home to mama!
		I can't wait to use them!
		
		Apollo:
		Y-You're going to put
		them on?  N-Now!?
		
		Trucy:
		Watch closely now...
		
		Trucy:
		See?  Nothing in the panties...
		
		Trucy:
		...Ta-da!!!
		
		Apollo:
		Whoa!
		Wh-Where'd that come from!?
		
		Apollo:
		How did that bowl get in
		your panties!?
		
		Trucy:
		My panties are an
		extra-dimensional space...
		Anything can fit in there!
		
		Trucy:
		...They're my Magic Panties!
		It's one of my best tricks.
		
		Apollo:
		Magic... panties?
		
		Trucy:
		They love them over at the
		Wonder Bar.  I do shows there
		nightly.
		
		Apollo:
		...You mean those panties
		are a prop!?  You could have
		told me a little sooner!
		
		** Trucy's Panties put discreetly
		away in Trucy's pocket. **
		
----------------------------
Trucy's Panties
Type: Other
Retrieved from 
Meraktis Clinic - Garage
Prop for performing magic.
Found in exhaust pipe of a
car at the Meraktis Clinic.

	=Check -> Examine Bow=
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Trucy:
	Something the matter?
	
	Apollo:
	Uh... I was just wondering
	if there was, like, a switch
	on these...
	
	Trucy:
	Of course not!
	
	Apollo:
	...Huh.  Mysterious.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh?  Do you want to know the
	secret of my panties?
	
	Apollo:
	Ack!  N-No!  No thanks!
	(Who uses magic panties in
	a stage show anyway...?)
	
----------------------------
		
		Apollo:
		Well, that's once case closed,
		at least.
		
		Trucy:
		What are you saying!?
		
		Trucy:
		We still have to catch the
		sly devil that ran off with
		the tool of my trade!
		
		Apollo:
		Oh, right.
		
		Apollo:
		(Something tells me we're not
		finished searching this
		garage, anyway...)
		
		
		=Examine Mirror=
		
		Trucy:
		Hey!  Look at that!
		
		Apollo:
		The mirror's been broken off!
		(Now THIS is a clue!)
		
		Trucy:
		What!?  You're smiling like
		you know something I don't...
		
		Trucy:
		You aren't keeping a clue
		from me, are you, Polly?
		
		Apollo:
		(A clue?  Let's see...)
		
		
			[ No evidence ]
			
			Apollo:
			Hmm.  Not that I can think of.
			
			Trucy:
			No?  Then what were you smiling
			about?
			
			Apollo:
			Oh, I wasn't smiling.  It was
			the dust in here.  I thought
			I was going to sneeze...
			
			Apollo:
			Ah... ah... ah...
			WAACHOOO!
			
			Trucy:
			Well, don't make faces that
			ah...
			
			Trucy:
			AH-CHOO!
			...are so misleading then.
			
			Apollo:
			(I know yawns are contagious,
			but sneezes...?)
			
			Trucy:
			Mmm.  Well, I'm sure there's
			gotta be a clue somewhere!
			
			Trucy:
			Let's keep checking things
			out!
			
			
			[ Show evidence ]
			
			Apollo:
			I think I do have just the
			clue you've got in mind...
			
			
				=Present Wrong=
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Trucy:
				...
				
				Trucy:
				That's your clue?
				
				Trucy:
				Sorry, but that leaves me
				feeling kind of... clueless.
				
				Apollo:
				(Like father like daughter
				with the humor, apparently.)
				
				Trucy:
				There's no need to bluff here,
				Apollo!
				
				Trucy:
				Save that for the court!
				
				Apollo:
				(Thanks for the advice...)
				
				
				=Present Mirror=
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Apollo:
				My clue is... this!
				
				Trucy:
				Whoa!  It's the same color
				and size and everything!
				A perfect match!
				
				Apollo:
				I guess we could check it 
				out...
				
				Trucy:
				Hmm.  Two pieces of garbage
				with paint on them.
				
				Trucy:
				Look at this, Apollo!
				Doesn't this go on a car...?
				
				Apollo:
				It's a side-view mirror!
				
				Apollo:
				Looks like it was torn off
				when it smacked into
				something... or someone.
				
				Apollo:
				Well... looks like we've just
				solved a case.
				
				Trucy:
				So the car that hit Daddy
				last night...
				
				Apollo:
				...Is sitting right in front
				of us, yep.
				
				Trucy:
				Wow.  You put the "pro" in
				"professional", Apollo!
				
				Apollo:
				Gee, thanks, Trucy.
				
----------------------------
Mirror
Type: Other
Retrieved from the 
entrance to People Park.
Torn off the car that hit
Mr. Wright.  Fits car at
the Meraktis Clinic.
----------------------------
				
				Trucy:
				Apollo!
				
				Apollo:
				Huh?  What is it?
				
				Trucy:
				Now that we've solved this
				case, we should go report
				to Daddy!
				
				Trucy:
				He'll mope if we leave him
				alone too long, knowing him.
				
				Apollo:
				Um, OK.
				...He doesn't seem the type
				to mope, though.
				
				Apollo:
				(And this is hardly a case
				worth reporting...)


=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=

---
June 15
Hickfield Clinic
---

Phoenix:
Yo!  How goes it?

Trucy:
Daddy!
How do you feel?

Phoenix:
Not bad, Trucy, not bad.

Phoenix:
It's good to have you
young'uns on the case.

Phoenix:
Lets ol' Daddy-o get some
well-deserved R&R.

Trucy:
The elderly need their rest!

Apollo:
(Uh... isn't he only 33?)

Apollo:
...Um, we've cleared up most
of the cases...

Phoenix:
I was right about you.
Competent.  Capable.

Phoenix:
Tell me what you found out.
If you want to.

Apollo:
(Your enthusiasm is
over-whelming...)


=Move -> Kitaki Mansion=

---
June 15
Kitaki Mansion
---

Trucy:
Little Plum's not here.  She's
not finished cleaning, huh.

Apollo:
Maybe she went to get a paint
scraper?

Plum:
OK!  Who's the wise guy who
spit gum out on the street!?

Apollo:
(Her voice carries all the way
out to the street from inside
the mansion...)

Trucy:
She's a neat freak! How cute!

Plum:
You there!
It was you, wasn't it!?
Fess up!

Plum:
I hope you've said your
prayers.  You're gonna
need them...

Apollo:
Tr-Trucy?  Let's leave.
Now.

Trucy:
...?

	
	=Examine Gate=
	
	Apollo:
	An impressive gate befitting
	the Kitaki Mansion.
	
	Trucy:
	Look at the name plate!
	"Kitaki"...!
	
	Trucy:
	That's so cool!  Short and
	blunt, like any good gangster!
	Ooh!  Let's change our name!
	
	Trucy:
	How about...
	"W. A. A."!
	
	Trucy:
	...
	Maybe that's too short and
	blunt.  What do you think?
	
	Apollo:
	No comment.
	
	
	=Examine Wall=
	
	Apollo:
	A colorful dragon turns its
	baleful gaze in my direction.
	
	Apollo:
	As if to say, "Abandon all
	hope ye who enter here."
	
	Apollo:
	Don't worry, Mr. Dragon.  Me
	and hope haven't been on
	speaking terms for a while.
	
	
	=Examine Paint=
	
	Apollo:
	Several colors of paint have
	been splashed across the gate.
	
	Apollo:
	It's almost all dry.  This is
	going to be tough to clean.
	
	
	=Examine Old Lady=
	
	Apollo:
	It looks like that woman's
	still causing trouble...
	
	Officer:
	Look, no one goes in!  That
	means you!
	
	Old Lady:
	Oh, what's the difference?
	Let... me... go!
	
	Old Lady:
	Ow!  Ow ow ow ow ow ow!!!
	
	Officer:
	Ah!  S-Sorry!
	
	Old Lady:
	That's it, I'm suing!
	
	Old Lady:
	...But I might change my mind
	for five bucks...
	
	Apollo:
	(What is she, some kind of
	con artist?)
	
	
	=Examine Park=
	
	Apollo:
	They're not letting anyone
	into the crime scene.
	
	Apollo:
	The guard at the entrance
	is humming a song.
	
	Apollo:
	He's got rhythm, actually.
	Maybe he plays in a band.
	
	
	=Examine Sign=
	
	Apollo:
	Apparently, this park was the
	gift of the Kitaki Family.
	
	Apollo:
	The friendly "People Park",
	brought to you by organized
	crime...
	
	Apollo:
	A very naughty part of me is
	tempted to write "We Kill"
	on the left side of the sign.
	
	
	=Examine Trash Can=
	
	Apollo:
	There's a big waste basket by
	the park entrance.
	
	Trucy:
	...?  You aren't going to
	search through the trash?
	
	Apollo:
	I don't think we need to.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, no, please, knock yourself
	out.  Don't mind me, I'll be
	waiting over here.
	
	Apollo:
	Just so we're clear, searching
	through trash isn't a hobby
	of mine, OK?

	
=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=


	=Present Mirror=
	
	Phoenix:
	So this was the thing that
	led you to the car.
	
	Apollo:
	Yes, sir!  The mirror you
	knocked off was just the
	clue we needed!
	
	Phoenix:
	Good work, Apollo.  Of course
	you might say...
	
	Phoenix:
	...I was the one who made
	solving that case possible.
	
	Apollo:
	(...You don't get points for
	knocking off a car mirror.)
	
	
	=Present Panties=
	
	Trucy:
	Look!  My panties!  They came
	home to mama!
	
	Phoenix:
	Thanks, Apollo.
	
	Phoenix:
	I was worried about them, too.
	Trucy special ordered those...
	
	Apollo:
	(A startling display of
	parental concern!)
	
	Phoenix:
	I'd hate to have to buy a 
	new pair... *shudder*
	
	Apollo:
	(Make that a not-so-startling
	display of cheapskatedness.)
	
	
	=Present Other=
	
	Apollo:
	(It's actually a relief to be
	so thoroughly ignored.)
	
	
	=Talk -> Progress report=
	
	Phoenix:
	Well, I certainly didn't
	expect you back this early.
	
	Trucy:
	Polly's amazing!
	
	Trucy:
	He found my panties so quick!
	
	Trucy:
	Almost like he was the one
	who stole them!
	
	Apollo:
	...You have an interesting
	concept of praise.
	
	Phoenix:
	...And?
	
	Phoenix:
	Did you find the mad driver
	who gave me that 30-foot toss?
	
	Apollo:
	Apparently... it was a doctor.
	From the Meraktis Clinic.
	
	Phoenix:
	Hmm... Meraktis, eh?
	I've heard of him.
	
	Phoenix:
	Nothing good, mind you.
	
	Apollo:
	That reminds me, a police car
	was parked outside the clinic.
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe something happened?
	
	Apollo:
	What is this Meraktis Clinic
	anyway?
	
	
	=Talk -> Meraktis Clinic=
	
	Phoenix:
	All I've heard are the rumors.
	
	Phoenix:
	That clinic's been making
	good money... in a bad way.
	
	Apollo:
	Bad...?
	
	Phoenix:
	Ties to organized crime...
	The Kentucky Family.
	
	Apollo:
	Um... the Kitaki Family?
	(He did that on purpose!)
	
	Phoenix:
	Some injuries you can't take
	to a public hospital, see.
	
	Phoenix:
	They use the Meraktis Clinic
	for their patch-up jobs.
	
	Apollo:
	Interesting...

	
	=Talk -> People Park=
	
	Trucy:
	It looked like something had
	happened in that park.
	
	Phoenix:
	Ah.  A body was found there in
	unusual circumstances...
	
	Apollo:
	Something more unusual than
	being dead?
	
	Phoenix:
	...It's not our concern,
	in any case.
	
	Trucy:
	Right!  Let's ignore that and
	find that noodle stand!
	
	Apollo:
	(What ever happened to
	professional curiosity?)
	

Phoenix:
...Thanks, really.

Phoenix:
If I get tired of sleeping,
maybe I'll head down to
this Meraktis place.

Phoenix:
Maybe hit 'em up for some
reparations... A little legal
action would do me some good.

Apollo:
Um... I was wondering when
I get paid?

Apollo:
We solved the case of your
accident, and um, found a
missing article of clothing.

Trucy:
My panties!

Phoenix:
That leaves the noodle stand.

Apollo:
Eh.

Phoenix:
Feel free to drop in if you
get stuck.

Phoenix:
I'd be happy to help with
anything not involving money.

Apollo:
(Good-bye, quid pro quo.
Hello pro bono. *sigh*)

Trucy:
Right!  Back to the office to
plan our next move!


=Move -> Wright Anything Agency=

---
June 15
Wright Anything Agency
---

Apollo:
You... You're the woman from
the Kitaki place!

???:
Y-Yes...

Trucy:
I knew it!  Something's the
matter and you want our help,
right?

Trucy:
Well, you've come to the
Wright place!  This way,
please...

???:
Um... Thank you.

Alita:
My name is Alita Tiala.

Alita:
I... have a request.


	=Talk -> Your request=
	
	Apollo:
	Your request... let me guess,
	something's been stolen?
	
	Alita:
	Um, your flyer...
	
	Alita:
	It says "now defending" so
	I thought...
	
	Apollo:
	Whaaaat!?  You mean, you mean
	you want me to defend you?
	Me?
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe you can tell us what
	happened?
	
	Trucy:
	Were you hit by a car?  Did
	someone steal your stand?
	Or your panties?
	
	Alita:
	No!  No...
	
	Alita:
	I'm not the client, actually.
	
	Alita:
	The client would be my...
	well, my fiancé, I suppose
	you'd call him.
	
	Apollo:
	Fiancé...?  What happened to
	him, then?
	
	Alita:
	He was arrested this morning.
	The charge... was murder.
	
	Trucy:
	Murder...
	
	Alita:
	Have you heard about what 
	happened at the park?
	
----------------------------
Alita Tiala
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Woman who requested that I
defend her fiancé.
----------------------------
	
	=Talk -> Tiala's story=
	
	Apollo:
	So, what's your story?
	You frequent the Kitaki
	Mansion, yes?
	
	Apollo:
	Are you a member of their,
	um, organization?
	
	Alita:
	No...
	Not yet.
	
	Trucy:
	Not yet?
	
	Alita:
	You see, I'm to be married
	next month.  To the boss's
	son.
	
	Apollo:
	The boss's son...?  So he's a,
	uh... *gulp*
	(A gangster...)
	
	Alita:
	Yes, but the Kitakis are
	locally responsible gangsters.
	
	Alita:
	I thought it'd be nice for a 
	change... Quit my boring job,
	live the good, gangster life.
	
	Trucy:
	I think you're on to
	something!
	
	Trucy:
	"Ms. Kitaki"... I like the
	sound of that!
	
	Apollo:
	(I'm not sure your daddy
	would care much for that...)
	
	
	=Talk -> Murder in the park=
	
	Apollo:
	Wh-What happened!?
	
	Alita:
	I haven't been told all the
	details.
	
	Alita:
	But I do know a body was found
	in the park.  Near the Kitaki
	Mansion.
	
	Trucy:
	There were a lot of police
	cars there.
	
	Alita:
	Apparently, the victim was
	shot with a pistol...
	
	Alita:
	But I hear the circumstances
	of the shooting were... rather
	unusual.
	
	Apollo:
	And your fiancé was arrested
	for this?
	
	Trucy:
	Um... what sort of person is
	your fiancé?
	
	
	=Talk -> Your fiancé=
	
	Apollo:
	Your fiancé is the Kitaki
	Family's only son, correct?
	
	Alita:
	His name's Wocky.  Wocky
	Kitaki...
	I brought a photo.
	
----------------------------
Wocky Kitaki
Age: 19
Gender: Male
The defendant.  Heir to the
Kitaki Family empire, and
Alita Tiala's fiancé.
----------------------------
	
	Apollo:
	Well.  That's... quite the
	photo.
	
	Alita:
	I know!  Oh, he can be powerful
	and menacing, but so cute!
	
	Apollo:
	But, if he's the boss's only
	son...
	
	Alita:
	Yes, I'm sure he'll take his
	father's place some day.
	
	Trucy:
	Say, I'm a boss already!
	Of this agency!
	
	Alita:
	Please help my Wocky!
	Please!
	
	Apollo:
	(...Right!  My first solo
	defense case!)
	
	Apollo:
	(Crime boss's son or not,
	I'll prove he's innocent!)
	
	Alita:
	I... prepared a letter of
	request.  I know you need
	those.
	
	** Letter of Request added to the
	Court Record. **
	
----------------------------
Letter of Request
Type: Documents
Received from
Alita Tiala.
Letter of request from Alita
Tiala for the legal defense
of her fiancé, Wocky Kitaki.

	=Check -> Envelope Front=
	
	Trucy:
	Why does this envelope
	say "Hit Request"?
	
	Apollo:
	Um... it's a bit of lingo.
	Like "call in a hit", or a
	"hit man"...
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh, you mean gangster-talk!?
	
	Trucy:
	So, so, does "hit" mean
	"to defend" in gangster-ese?
	Well, "hit man"?
	
	Apollo:
	I certainly hope not...
	(Something tells me she used
	the wrong envelope...)
	
----------------------------

	Trucy:
	Right!  Let's go check out the
	scene of the crime!

	
	=Present Badge=
	
	Alita:
	An attorney's badge... So you
	really are a defense attorney.
	
	Alita:
	Please, I'm counting on you.
	
	Alita:
	I need your help.
	
	
	=Present Letter=
	
	Alita:
	I hope that's OK?  I've never
	written a letter of request
	before.
	
	Apollo:
	Oh, it's fine.
	(I should hope it's your
	first...)
	
	Trucy:
	If we take this we'll be able 
	to investigate the scene!
	
	
	=Present Other=
	
	Alita:
	I'm not sure I understand...
	I'm sorry.
	
	Apollo:
	No, no, it's me who's sorry,
	really!  Sorry!
	

=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=

---
June 15
Hickfield Clinic
---

Apollo:
Huh...?  Where's Mr. Wright?

Trucy:
Maybe he's getting an 
examination again?

Apollo:
How many does he need!?
(Wasn't it just a sprain?)

Trucy:
Too bad, Polly!

Trucy:
You wanted to show off your
request to Daddy, didn't you!

Apollo:
What?  Me?  No!

Trucy:
Oh?  That's a surprise.

Apollo:
L-Let's just come back
later, shall we?


=Move -> Detention Center=

---
June 15
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---

Trucy:
Polly!  You look as happy
as a clam in its shell.

Apollo:
For a lawyer this is it, the
place where the battle begins!

Guard:
...Ahem.
You need something?

Apollo:
Aaah!  Yes, we're attorneys.

Apollo:
I was hoping we could see
Mr. Wocky Kitaki?

Guard:
Sorry, he's in questioning
right now.  Could take a while.

Trucy:
Drat.  Oh well, guess we'll
have to come back later then.

Apollo:
So much for that battle...


	=Examine Guard=
	
	Apollo:
	A security guard.  He stands
	here, watching this room.
	
	Apollo:
	I have no idea if he's
	listening to us talk.
	
	Apollo:
	I'm not even sure he's
	breathing.
	
	
	=Examine Camera=
	
	Apollo:
	That security camera is 
	looking at me.
	
	Apollo:
	I wonder if they tape all
	of this.
	

=Move -> Kitaki Mansion=

---
June 15
Kitaki Mansion
---

Apollo:
(So this is it...
My first murder crime scene!)

Officer:
Ah, it's you kids again.

Officer:
Look can't you find some
other place to play...

Trucy:
We're not playing!

Trucy:
We're um, "investigating"!
Aren't we, Apollo?

Apollo:
Sir, I have a letter of
request here.

Officer:
Letter of... huh?

Officer:
Why does it say "Hit Request"
on it?

Apollo:
(Ms. Tiala must have used the
Kitaki's stationery...)

???:
Excuse me, coming through.

Officer:
Ah!  It's you!  Mr. Gavin!

Apollo:
...!
(Who's this guy...?)

???:
I must say I'm used to being
inspected by the ladies...

???:
But this is the first time
I've felt this way with a man.

Apollo:
Mr.... Gavin?

???:
Ah, Fräulein.  What is a sweet
morsel like you doing in such
a dismal place?  Can I help?

Trucy:
...
Y-Yes!

Trucy:
The police man officer fellow
here won't let us in!

Trucy:
We even have a letter of
request!

???:
You must be exhausted,
standing out here!

???:
I will take you to the
scene of the crime.

Trucy:
Oooh!  R-Really!?

???:
...By your leave, Officer.

Officer:
Ya...
Yes sir!
Of course, sir!

???:
Ah ha.  Very well.  This way,
Fräulein...

Trucy:
Whee!

Apollo:
...
Hey!  What about me!?

---
June 15
People Park
---

???:
...On that note, enjoy your
investigation!

----------------------------
???
Age: ??
Gender: Male
Spitting image of Mr. Gavin.
Blew in like the wind and
left like the wind.
----------------------------

Trucy:
Thank you!
Will we see you again...?

???:
Ask the wind, Fräulein.  I'll
be riding on it!

Apollo:
...Who was that?

Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeek!

Trucy:
Apollo!  Look!  A c-corpse!

Apollo:
Whaaaat!?
...Hey, it's just a mannequin.

Trucy:
Wow.
It sure got me.

???:
Ahem.  Might I ask exactly what
it is you're doing here?

???:
Oh, it's you.  How did you kids
get in here?

Trucy:
Oh!  This guy, well, he was
more like a prince really.
He let us in...

???:
Him again.

???:
That glimmerous fop, always
getting in my way...

???:
Anyway!
This scene is off limits.

Apollo:
Excuse me?  We have a letter
of request!

???:
...Hmm.  One moment.

Apollo:
(Why is she holding that big
magnifying glass...?)

???:
..............................
I'd recognize that handwriting
anywhere.

???:
Scientific analysis says this
was written by Alita Tiala.

Apollo:
...Thanks.
(It took you thirty minutes
to figure that out!?)

Apollo:
So... what's up with the
mannequin there?

???:
It's taking the place of the
body, preserving the scene
of the crime as it was found.

Apollo:
(The body... was pulling the
stand!?)

???:
So, you're a defense attorney,
are you?

Ema:
Detective Ema Skye.  I'm in
charge of this crime scene.

----------------------------
Ema Skye
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Head detective on the case,
obsessed with forensic
science.  Mood: touchy.
----------------------------

Trucy:
She doesn't seem that happy
about it.

Apollo:
...She doesn't seem that 
happy about many things.

Ema:
I trust you know how to stay
out of the way.

Ema:
I always carry two pairs of
handcuffs... just in case.


	=Present Anything=
	
	Apollo:
	Um, if you could spare a
	moment to take a look at this?
	
	Ema:
	...Can't you see that I am
	extremely, extremely busy?
	
	Apollo:
	(...Eating snacks, yes.)
	
	Trucy:
	Busy eating snacks, I'd say.
	
	Apollo:
	(This is going nowhere fast.)
	
	
	=Examine Anything but the Stand=
	
	Ema:
	Hey there!  No messing with
	the crime scene!
	
	Apollo:
	B-But we need to investigate!
	
	Ema:
	Investigations are to be
	carried out by professionals,
	scientifically!
	
	Apollo:
	(She's not going to let us
	check out the crime scene,
	is she...)
	
	Trucy:
	Hey, Apollo.
	
	Trucy:
	My very un-scientific analysis
	tells me something here is
	very suspicious...
	
	Apollo:
	...I think I know what you 
	mean.  It's kind of hard not
	to notice.
	
	Apollo:
	(I'd better check out what we
	came here to find at least.)
	
	
	=Examine Noodle Stand=
	
	Ema:
	Hey there!  No messing with
	the crime scene!
	
	Apollo:
	B-But we need to investigate!

	Trucy:
	Apollo!  Look!  That stand!
	
	Trucy:
	...
	It says "Eldoon"!
	
	Apollo:
	...I've noticed.
	
	Apollo:
	Well, we've solved the case
	of the missing stand at least.
	
	Apollo:
	...Though the circumstances
	could stand to be better.
	
	
	=Talk (Any)=
	
	Apollo:
	Um, Detective Skye...?
	
	Ema:
	Quiet, please.
	It's snack time.
	
	Ema:
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
	
	Ema:
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.

	Ema:
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.

	Trucy:
	We're not making much progress
	here.
	
	Apollo:
	(She must not be very busy...)
	
	Ema:
	*sigh* I never seem to get a 
	lucky break.
	
	Ema:
	Back after nine years, and
	they won't give me the
	position I requested...
	
	Ema:
	...And then I hear he gave up
	the defense attorney life...
	
	Apollo:
	(He?  Who's he?  An ex-defense
	attorney...?)
	
	
=Move -> Eldoon's House=

---
June 15
Eldoon's House
---

Trucy:
Oh, Mr. Eldoon...!
Hello?

Apollo:
Looks like he left.

Trucy:
And we found his stand and
everything!  What about our
free bowl!?

Apollo:
Oh, too bad, looks like we'll
have to wait a little longer
for that bowl.  So sorry.

Trucy:
Aw, what a bummer.


	=Examine Dog=
	
	Apollo:
	Guy Eldoon's dog doesn't
	look too lively.
	
	Apollo:
	They say dogs and their owners
	resemble each other...
	
	Apollo:
	I guess there are exceptions.
	
	
	=Examine House=
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. Eldoon's house has seen
	better days.
	
	Apollo:
	And I'm betting I've eaten
	better noodles.
	
	
	=Examine Noo Sign=
	
	Apollo:
	This must be his business
	sign.  It reads "NOO".
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe that's how the kids
	are spelling "new" these
	days.
	
	Apollo:
	Another failed attempt at
	hipster marketing.
	
	
	=Examine Oil Drum=
	
	Apollo:
	An oil drum for catching
	rainwater.
	
	Apollo:
	...Ack!  A sparrow just flew
	over and... Aw man, that was
	just disgusting!
	
	Apollo:
	Something tells me this wasn't
	the first time.
	
	
	=Examine Sign Below Drum=
	
	Apollo:
	There's a hand-written sign
	here... "Save the light!"
	
	Apollo:
	It's hard to make out the
	sign in the shade from the
	clinic next door.
	
	
	=Examine Tarp=
	
	Apollo:
	The blue tarp Mr. Eldoon used
	to cover his noodle stand.
	
	Apollo:
	Robbed of its purpose, it
	blows in the wind... alone.
	
	
	=Examine Bowl=
	
	Apollo:
	A lone Eldoon's Noodles bowl
	lies on the ground.
	
	Apollo:
	The lone bowl, tipped on its
	side... It's kind of surreal.
	
	
	=Examine Clinic Door=
	
	Apollo:
	The front entrance to the
	Meraktis Clinic.
	
	Apollo:
	The walls and posts are so
	highly polished I can see
	my face in them.
	
	Apollo:
	...
	Hot dang, my hair looks good.
	
	
	=Examine Banner=
	
	Apollo:
	Looks like this is a banner
	for some campaign.
	
	Apollo:
	"Three shots for the price of
	one"... Somehow I don't see
	people lining up for that.
	
	
	=Examine Police Car=
	
	Apollo:
	A police car is parked in 
	front of the Meraktis Clinic.
	
	Apollo:
	It's empty.  The police must
	be inside investigating.
	

=Move -> Meraktis Clinic - Garage=


	=Examine Side Mirror=
	
	Apollo:
	This car belongs to someone
	at the Meraktis Clinic...
	and it hit Mr. Wright.
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. Wright sprained his
	ankle, and the car lost
	a side-view mirror.
	
	Apollo:
	This car vs. Mr. Wright...
	Not quite the match of the
	century.
	
	
	=Examine Tailpipe=
	
	Apollo:
	This is where we found your
	panties, isn't it, Trucy?
	
	Trucy:
	And I can't thank you enough, 
	Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	Well, thank you for saying
	thank you!
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, I'm always polite!  It's
	part of being a performer.
	You know what Daddy says:
	
	Trucy:
	"It doesn't cost anything to
	be polite, and it could bring
	you more business."
	
	Apollo:
	...Typical.
	
	Trucy:
	Just kidding!  I really am
	grateful!
	

=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=

---
June 15
Hickfield Clinic
---

Phoenix:
Ah, you're back!
Run into some problems?

Trucy:
Oh, Polly, didn't you want
to tell Daddy something?

Apollo:
Who?  Me?  No!
I'm fine.  Really.

Phoenix:
What's this?  So there is
a problem?

Apollo:
No, no problem.  Actually,
I got a defense request.

Phoenix:
A defense request!  That is
a problem.

Apollo:
Huh...?

Phoenix:
I've given up the court.
I'm not a lawyer anymore.

Apollo:
...
The request was for me!

Phoenix:
Oh, right.  You're a lawyer,
aren't you?

Apollo:
(He's doing that on
purpose!  I know it!)


	=Talk -> Murder=
	
	Phoenix:
	So, what about this defense
	request?
	
	Apollo:
	It's related to the murder
	in People Park, actually.
	
	Trucy:
	Guess what!  We found
	Mr. Eldoon's noodle stand
	at the scene of the crime!
	
	Phoenix:
	Did you now.  That's unusual
	indeed.
	
	Phoenix:
	Never heard of a noodle stand
	being used as a murder weapon.
	
	Apollo:
	...Uh, I think the murder
	weapon was something else.
	
	Phoenix:
	You mean you don't know what
	the murder weapon was?
	
	Trucy:
	That funny detective lady
	won't let us on the scene!
	
	Trucy:
	What kind of detective wears a
	lab coat, anyway!?
	
	Phoenix:
	A lab coat?  Hmm.  Didn't think
	she'd be involved with this...
	
	Apollo:
	...You know her?
	
	Phoenix:
	You could say that.
	
	
	=Talk -> Skye connection=
	
	Apollo:
	So... you know her, don't you?
	
	Phoenix:
	I met her on a case... this
	was about ten years ago.
	
	Phoenix:
	She was still a high school
	student at the time.
	
	Apollo:
	(That would make her about the
	same age as me!)
	
	Trucy:
	That's my daddy!  He knows
	all the police types.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, wait!  Maybe you know
	that other guy, too!
	
	Apollo:
	That other guy...?
	
	Trucy:
	That shining prince on the
	motorcycle!
	
	Phoenix:
	...Prince?
	
	
	=Talk -> Mysterious Prince=
	
	Phoenix:
	Apollo.  Tell me about this
	"prince" of Trucy's.
	
	Phoenix:
	Indulge a concerned father...
	
	Apollo:
	He was at the crime scene...
	He looked just like Mr. Gavin!
	
	Phoenix:
	...
	Did he now.
	
	Apollo:
	...You know him?
	
	Phoenix:
	My guess is he's Kristoph
	Gavin's younger brother...
	
	Apollo:
	His brother!?
	
	Phoenix:
	We're acquaintances, after
	a fashion.
	
	Phoenix:
	Klavier Gavin... rock 'n'
	roll god incarnate.
	
	Trucy:
	Klavier... What a lovely name!
	He's so dreamy!
	
	Apollo:
	(I didn't know Mr. Gavin had
	a brother!)
	
	Apollo:
	(And what was he doing out
	there?)
	
	Phoenix:
	I have a feeling you'll be
	crossing paths again soon.
	
----------------------------
Klavier Gavin
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Spitting image and younger
brother of Mr. Gavin.  An
acquaintance of Mr. Wright.
----------------------------
	
	
Phoenix:
...Now, what was the problem
again?
	
Phoenix:
Having trouble investigating
the crime scene in the park?

Trucy:
Yeah.  That detective woman
won't let us!

Phoenix:
...Go to the office.  Under the
silk top hat you'll find a
bottle of white powder.

Phoenix:
Try taking that to this
detective.

Apollo:
"White powder"...?
(I hope it's not what I
think it is.)

Phoenix:
Just take it to her.  It'll be
fine, you'll see.

Phoenix:
Oh, and tell her I said hi.


=Move -> Wright Anything Agency=


	=Examine Hat=
	
	Apollo:
	So this must be the "silk top
	hat" Mr. Wright mentioned.
	
	Apollo:
	Let's take a closer look...
	Huh?
	
	Trucy:
	Whoa!
	
	Apollo:
	You know what this is, Trucy?
	
	Trucy:
	I... remember finding some
	in Daddy's dresser when I was
	little.
	
	Trucy:
	I thought it was sugar, so I
	licked it... He got mad at me.
	
	Apollo:
	(This is getting more and
	more suspicious...)
	
	** White powder placed gingerly
	into pocket. **
	
----------------------------
White Powder
Type: Other
Retrieved from 
Wright Anything Agency.
Mysterious white powder with
the alleged ability to improve
Detective Skye's mood.

	=Check -> Label=
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm.  The bottle has a label
	on it.
	
	Trucy:
	Can you read it?
	
	Apollo:
	Uh, not a word.  I'm not sure
	I speak whatever language this
	is written in.
	
	Trucy:
	That's too bad.  I guess we're
	stuck with this mysterious
	bottle of white powder...
	
----------------------------

Trucy:
Let's go talk to that
detective!

Trucy:
She's sure to know what that
white powder is!


=Move -> People Park=

	
	=Present White Powder=
	
	Apollo:
	Um... Does this ring any
	bells?
	
	Ema:
	Ah!  Is that--!?  It couldn't!?
	Where'd you get that?
	
	Apollo:
	I brought it from the office.
	
	Ema:
	You... work at the
	Wright & Co. Law Offices, yes?
	
	Apollo:
	Er, yeah, sort of...
	
	Trucy:
	Detective Skye!  How do you
	know my daddy?
	
	Ema:
	D-D-Daddy!?  I'm sorry, who
	did you say you were?
	
	Trucy:
	Trucy Wright.  Phoenix Wright's
	daughter.
	
	Ema:
	Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
	Mr. Wright has a daughter!?
	
	Trucy:
	You seem shocked.
	
	Ema:
	W-Well, if you're Mr. Wright's
	daughter and you're his
	apprentice...
	
	Ema:
	...then I'm available to help
	you in any way I can!
	
	Apollo:
	Oh, uh, thanks.
	(You can start by not calling
	me Mr. Wright's apprentice!)
	
	Ema:
	This powder is used for
	detecting fingerprints.
	
	Apollo:
	Fingerprints...?
	
	Ema:
	I guess you might call it a
	memento... from the time I
	spent with Mr. Wright.
	
	Apollo:
	(White powder memories...)
	
	Ema:
	If you find any evidence with
	fingerprints on it, please let
	me know!
	
	Ema:
	We'll dust for prints!
	
	Apollo:
	(Well, she's quite the eager
	beaver all of a sudden...)
	
----------------------------
Fingerprint Powder
Type: Other
Retrieved from 
Wright Anything Agency.
A memento of Wright and
Skye.  Examine fingerprints to
detect and match prints.

	=Check -> Label=
	
	Apollo:
	The label reads "Fingerprint
	Powder" in some strange
	language.
	
	Trucy:
	How do we know for sure?
	
	Trucy:
	What if this is really a
	jar for something else, like
	jam, or honey?
	
	Apollo:
	Why would anyone go through
	the trouble?
	
	Trucy:
	Well, so the police don't
	find out, that's why!
	
	Apollo:
	I hardly think possessing
	fingerprint powder
	is a crime.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, huh, I guess.
	That's boring.
	
----------------------------
	
	
	=Present Powder (again)=
	
	Ema:
	Fingerprint analysis is the
	very basis of modern forensic
	science!
	
	Ema:
	Doesn't just talking about
	it leave you breathless with
	excitement?
	
	Apollo:
	Oh yes.  Breathless.
	(Actually, it does sound
	kinda interesting...)
	
	Ema:
	Let me know if you find any
	evidence that might have a 
	print or two, alright?
	
	
	=Present Badge=
	
	Ema:
	Ah, an attorney's badge.  It
	reminds me of when Mr. Wright
	was still defending.
	
	Ema:
	Everything I have now is
	thanks to him.
	
	Ema:
	Remember, help as many people
	as you can.  That's your job!
	
	Trucy:
	She's right, Polly!
	Let's make a difference!
	
	Trucy:
	...Is something wrong?
	
	Apollo:
	Ah!  Ah, no!  N-Nothing.
	(I... I actually felt inspired
	for a moment there.)
	
	
	=Present Other=
	
	Ema:
	Sorry... I don't think I can
	help you with that.
	
	Ema:
	I think you need more than
	just scientific help.
	
	Ema:
	But ask me anything you like!
	...Just ask scientifically.
	
	
	=Examine Stand=
	
	Apollo:
	...And this is Mr. Eldoon's
	noodle stand, obviously.
	
	Trucy:
	It does say "Eldoon" in big
	letters, doesn't it!
	
	Apollo:
	And that mark on his paper
	lantern there looks familiar.
	
	Trucy:
	It's going to be a little
	weird telling him... what with
	the corpse and all...
	
	Apollo:
	Anyway, that wraps up three
	of our cases.
	
	Trucy:
	That's right!  Congratulations,
	Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	(And leaves us with one case
	that's worse than all three
	put together... Murder.)
	
	
	=Examine Mannequin=
	
	Apollo:
	This mannequin is dressed up
	to look like a police officer.
	I've seen one at the station.
	
	Apollo:
	(A mannequin in place of a 
	body...)
	
	Ema:
	The body of the victim has
	already been removed.
	
	Trucy:
	Do you think the victim was
	the noodle stand thief?
	
	Apollo:
	What, you think someone killed
	him because he stole it?
	
	Trucy:
	Yeah!  Taking care of business,
	Little Plum Kitaki style!
	
	Apollo:
	(Try not to sound too eager
	about that, please.)
	
	
	=Examine Tarps=
	
	Apollo:
	Blue tarps have been placed on
	the ground around the stand.
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo!  I bet the victim was
	going to have a picnic here!
	
	Apollo:
	...I guess he could have eaten
	all the noodles he wanted.
	
	Ema:
	Don't touch those!  Those are
	preserving the crime scene!
	
	Apollo:
	(Oh, I guess the police put
	these tarps here after all.)
	
	
	=Examine Trash Can=
	
	Apollo:
	(There's got to be a good
	clue or two around here...)
	
	Trucy:
	You and your trash cans!
	Go ahead, knock yourself out.
	
	Apollo:
	Please, can't you see I'm
	doing my... Huh?
	
	Apollo:
	L... Look!
	Another pair of underwear!?
	
	Trucy:
	Wow, Apollo!  You're a genius
	at finding panties!
	
	Apollo:
	Stop saying that.  Wait, these
	aren't...?
	
	Trucy:
	Th-They're not mine!
	
	Apollo:
	(Could these have been stolen,
	too?)
	
	** Bloomers added to the Court
	Record. **
	
----------------------------
Bloomers
Type: Other
Retrieved from
People Park.
Found in a trash can at
People Park.  Distinctive
bloomers, to say the least.

	=Check -> Back=
	
	Trucy:
	These bloomers sure have a...
	distinct design!
	
	Apollo:
	You certainly know who they
	belong to at a glance.
	
	Trucy:
	That way, she doesn't have to
	write her name on them!
	
	Trucy:
	Genius!
	
	Apollo:
	...I would think writing your
	name would be easier than
	drawing a plum blossom.
	
----------------------------

	
	=Examine Trash Can (again)=
	
	Trucy:
	I'll always remember this
	trash can as "the place where
	Apollo found those bloomers"!
	
	Apollo:
	Don't you have more important
	things to remember?
	
	Apollo:
	Wait, these aren't...?
	
	Trucy:
	Th-They're not mine!
	
	Apollo:
	(Could these have been stolen,
	too?)
	
	
	=Examine Benches=
	
	Apollo:
	Benches line the river running
	through the park.
	
	Trucy:
	Ahh, a little urban oasis.
	
	Trucy:
	I bet children come here to
	splash around in the water.
	
	Apollo:
	That river's a little deep
	for splashing... and a little
	dirty.
	
	Trucy:
	Well, they could listen to the
	water and pretend they were
	playing.
	
	
	=Examine Knife=
	
	Apollo:
	It's... a knife!
	
	Ema:
	A "shiv" to be precise.
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh... lingo!
	
	Ema:
	The defendant, Wocky Kitaki,
	is the son of known gangsters.
	
	Ema:
	The police are assuming this
	belongs to him.
	
	Apollo:
	(Wait, but wasn't the murder
	weapon a pistol...?)
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  Look at this, there's
	a handprint on this shiv...
	
	Ema:
	A handprint?  Then there might
	be a fingerprint.
	
	Ema:
	Let's investigate!
	
	Ema:
	Right!  First, choose the 
	fingerprint you want to
	examine.
	
	Apollo:
	...Choose a fingerprint?
	
	Ema:
	Look closely at the handle.
	
	Ema:
	See?  There's more than one
	fingerprint there.
	
	Trucy:
	Those black spots?
	
	Ema:
	That's right.  Pick the one
	you want to analyze.
		
		Ema:
		Right!  Let's get detecting!
		
		Apollo:
		(Wow, she's practically glowing
		with excitement...)
		
		Ema:
		First, sprinkle some aluminum
		powder over the print.
		
		Ema:
		Just touch the screen,
		like this.  See?
		
		Ema:
		The oil left by the print
		absorbs the aluminum powder,
		so you just dust it on...
		
		Ema:
		...and blow it off!
		
		Trucy:
		B-Blow?
		
		Ema:
		It's like whistling. You know
		how to whistle, don't you?
		Just put your lips together...
		
		Trucy:
		Wow!  Amazing!  It's like magic!
		
		Ema:
		Heh heh.  Isn't it though?
		
		Apollo:
		(Right, let's give it a shot!)
		
		Ema:
		Incidentally, it's important
		that you cover the entire
		fingerprint with the powder.
		
		Ema:
		Hmm, good... clear...
		Quite impressive!
		
		Ema:
		Next, to match the print.
		
		Ema:
		The police office has samples
		so you can tell whose finer
		this print belongs to.
		
		Apollo:
		Hmm... That doesn't sound
		like as much fun as actually
		finding the print.
		
		Ema:
		OK, pick the person whose
		print you think this is.
		
		Ema:
		You probably have a good idea
		whose knife this is already.
		
		
			=Compare Wrong=
			
			No match
			found
			
			
			=Compare Wocky Kitaki=
			
			Match 
			found
			
		
		Apollo:
		So... the fingerprints do
		belong to the defendant.
		
		Ema:
		Yes!  Isn't it amazing?  Ah, the
		power of science.
		It's my life.
		
		Trucy:
		Apollo, she's... sparkling.
		
		Apollo:
		And I'm dimming.
		
		Ema:
		Look sharp, spirits up.  The
		real fight is yet to come!
		
		Trucy:
		Chin up, Polly!
		
		Apollo:
		(The trial hasn't even started
		and I'm already losing...)
		
		** Knife added to the Court
		Record. **
		
----------------------------
Knife
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
People Park.
Also known as a "shiv".
Found at the crime scene
bearing Wocky's prints.

	=Check -> Prints=
	
	Trucy:
	So, the defendant's prints
	are on this knife...
	
	Apollo:
	That would mean he was here
	the night of the crime.
	
	Trucy:
	That's what I call irrefutable
	scientific evidence!  Neat!
	
	Apollo:
	Not so neat when it happens
	to be evidence against our
	client...
	
----------------------------


	=Talk -> The case=
	
	Ema:
	The report came in late last
	night.  The body was found
	much as you see it now.
	
	Ema:
	...Except it was a real body.
	
	Apollo:
	But... why?
	
	Ema:
	Why was a body pulling a 
	noodle stand?
	
	Ema:
	If I knew the answer to that,
	I wouldn't still be here.
	
	Apollo:
	Well, what was the cause of
	death...?
	
	Ema:
	A bullet wound, to the temple.
	...He was shot by a pistol.
	
	Trucy:
	A pistol?
	
	Ema:
	Not the easiest thing to come
	by in this day and age.
	
	Apollo:
	(Unless you're a cop... or a
	gangster.)
	
	Ema:
	Incidentally, the victim's
	name was Pal Meraktis.
	
	Ema:
	I just received the autopsy
	report, in fact.
	
	** Meraktis's Autopsy Report
	added to the Court Record. **
	
----------------------------
Meraktis's Autopsy Report
Type: Reports
Received from
Ema Skye.
Time of death: June 14, after
10 PM.  Cause of death: Single
bullet to the right temple.

	=Check=
	
	-Victim's Name
		Pal Meraktis (Age:46), Male
	-Estimated Time of Death
		June 14
		Between 10:15 PM and 10:45 PM
	-Cause of Death
		Damage to brain resulting from
		bullet wound.
	-Points of Interest
		Entry point: right temple.
		
----------------------------

	Ema:
	I mean, really!  What's up with
	this case!?
	
	Ema:
	It's enough to make me want to
	run off, pulling a mysterious
	noodle stand behind me...
	
	Trucy:
	Not so mysterious, actually...
	
	Trucy:
	We should tell her, Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	After all, we know where the
	stand came from!
	
	Ema:
	A likely story!  I didn't come
	here to play games, you know.
	
	Apollo:
	Actually, we do know where the
	noodle stand came from.
	
	Apollo:
	The noodle stand's owner is...
	
	
		=Present Wrong=
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Ema:
		...
		Look, I have better things
		to be doing.
		
		Ema:
		I'd make more progress eating
		snacks than listening to this
		drivel.
		
		Apollo:
		(You could try actually
		investigating, rather than
		just standing around.)
		
		
		=Present Guy Eldoon=
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Ema:
		...
		Who's the old guy?
		
		Apollo:
		This is the proprietor of
		Eldoon's Noodles, Mr. Eldoon
		himself!
		
		Trucy:
		He's famous in this part of
		town.
		
		Ema:
		Not bad.  I guess Mr. Wright
		picked the right kids for
		the job.
		
		Ema:
		That saved me a lot of work.
		Thanks.
		
		** Noodle Stand added to the
		Court Record. **
		
----------------------------
Noodle Stand
Type: Other
Retrieved from
People Park.
Mr. Eldoon's noodle stand.
Victim died pulling it.

	=Check -> Reverse=
	
	Trucy:
	Huh?  Look at this, Apollo!
	Mr. Eldoon spelled his name
	backwards on this side!
	
	Apollo:
	Um, I think that says
	"Noodle".
	
	Apollo:
	As in "Eldoon's Noodles".
	
	Trucy:
	Huh...
	Oh, I get it!
	
	Trucy:
	So the name of his store is
	the same whether you read it
	forward or backwards!
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah... I guess it would be.
	Well, except for the last
	"'s".
	
	Trucy:
	......
	Then, how about a store called
	"Team Meat"?
	
	Apollo:
	Uh, close, but that would be
	"Taem Maet" backwards.  And
	what kind of store is that?
	
	Trucy:
	Why, a store that sells
	meat!  "It's not meat, unless
	it's Team Meat!"
	
----------------------------

	Trucy:
	What sort of person was the
	victim, anyway?
	
	Ema:
	You mean what did he do?
	He was a doctor.
	
	Apollo:
	A doctor...?
	(I'm starting to 
	see a connection here...)
	
	
	=Present Autopsy Report=
	
	Ema:
	Why did Dr. Meraktis die like
	this...?
	
	Trucy:
	Pulling a noodle stand...
	Very strange.
	
	Ema:
	Inconceivable!
	I just don't get it!
	
	Ema:
	Some people just can't die
	normally!
	
	Apollo:
	(He's dead, give him a break.)
	
----------------------------
Pal Meraktis
Age: 46
Gender: Male
The victim.  Director of the
Meraktis Clinic.  Died pulling
the noodle stand.
----------------------------
	
	
	=Talk -> Your story=
	
	Ema:
	Who?  Me?  I'm just a supervisor
	for this crime scene.
	
	Apollo:
	(Detective Skye... Hmm.)
	
	Ema:
	I was out of the country for
	a while.  I came back to be a
	forensic scientist.
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh!  Were you studying abroad?
	
	Ema:
	Something like that.
	I was studying in Europe.
	
	Ema:
	Forensic sciences, mind you.
	
	Ema:
	But when I got back here, they
	threw me in criminal affairs!
	Just like that!
	
	Trucy:
	Why didn't you just become a
	forensics expert in Europe?
	
	Ema:
	Well, I suppose that was an
	option, but...
	
	Ema:
	I had a lot of favors to repay
	to people back here.
	
	Apollo:
	(Favors?  Wasn't she in high
	school when she left?)
	
	Ema:
	What?  What's that look for?
	
	Ema:
	I was involved in an...
	incident before I left.
	
	Ema:
	But Mr. Wright and his people
	helped me out.  I owed them.
	
	Trucy:
	Really?  I had no idea...
	
	Apollo:
	(If she's been out of the
	country for a while...)
	
	Apollo:
	(...she probably doesn't know
	about Mr. Wright's current,
	erm, "state of affairs".)
	
	
	=Talk -> The defendant=
	
	Apollo:
	Um... Could you tell us a bit
	about the defendant?
	
	Apollo:
	He's the only son of the
	Kitaki Family, yes...?
	
	Ema:
	Wocky Kitaki.
	
	Ema:
	I don't know if he is the
	boss's son, but he's certainly
	throwing his weight around...
	
	Ema:
	...Violently.
	In the detention center.
	
	Trucy:
	I see.
	
	Apollo:
	Why was he arrested in the
	first place?
	
	Ema:
	...
	
	Ema:
	You are a defense attorney,
	aren't you?  You're not his,
	by any chance?
	
	Apollo:
	Er, a-actually, yes, I am.
	
	Ema:
	Well... We have a witness
	to the moment of the crime.
	
	Apollo:
	Eh...?
	
	Ema:
	The witness called the police.
	They'll be testifying during
	the trial tomorrow.
	
	Trucy:
	Whaaaaaaaa--!?

	
	=Talk -> The victim=
	
	Apollo:
	Could you tell us a bit more
	about the victim?
	
	Ema:
	Well, let's see... Apparently
	he's the physician at a clinic
	in the area.
	
	Ema:
	Quite well off, too, from the
	sound of it.

	Ema:
	The clinic's name is...
	The Meraktis Clinic.
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm... Maybe that's why the
	cop car was parked there?
	
	Ema:
	What?  You've been to the
	clinic?
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah... Though on a related                 (mistake?)
	issue.
	
	Apollo:
	(I told the detective about
	the case of the stolen
	noodle stand.)
	
	Ema:
	...I see...
	So that means...
	
	Ema:
	...Dr. Meraktis stole the
	stand and pulled it all the
	way here?
	
	Apollo:
	That would seem to be the
	case.
	
	Ema:
	...
	But why?
	
	Apollo:
	Don't ask me!
	

Ema:
So... have you met the 
defendant?

Apollo:
Ah.  Uh... No.

Ema:
Visiting hours are almost
over at the detention center.

Ema:
You might think about wrapping
up here and heading over.

Apollo:
Good idea.

Apollo:
(I don't know what good it
will do.  We have a witness,
and a knife with prints...)

Apollo:
(Have I mentioned I've got a
bad feeling about this?)

Ema:
Don't worry, it's like a
Wright tradition.

Apollo:
(Some traditions I can live
without.)


=Move -> Wright Anything Agency=


	=Talk -> The case=
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm... I think we should focus
	on finding more information
	about the case.
	
	Apollo:
	You seem to be having fun.
	
	Trucy:
	Of course!  This is my first
	criminal investigation!
	
	Trucy:
	And it's so mysterious!  A 
	noodle stand pushing a dead
	man along...
	
	Apollo:
	...Uh, I think it was the 
	otehr way around.  The dead
	man was pulling the stand.
	
	Apollo:
	But you're right about it
	being mysterious.
	
	Trucy:
	I knew it!  More information,
	that's what we need!


	=Present Panties=
	
	Trucy:
	I'm so glad we found my
	panties!
	
	Apollo:
	I had no idea they were so
	important to you.
	
	Trucy:
	And in time for tonight's 
	show, too!
	
	Trucy:
	A lot of people come just to
	see my panties, you know!
	
	Apollo:
	You... might not want to
	advertise it like that.
	
	Trucy:
	?
	

=Move -> Detention Center=

---
June 15
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---

Guard:
I'm sorry.  Meeting hours for
the day are all done.

Apollo:
B-But we still have three
minutes!

Guard:
I'll put in your request,
but don't expect anything.

Guard:
The father's talking in the
private room with him.

Trucy:
The father?  You mean like a
priest?

Guard:
I mean the suspect's father,
Mr. Winfred "Big Wins" Kitaki
himself.

Apollo:
(Not someone I care to meet...)

???:
...Die you--!!!

???:
...You're the one on your
way out, old--!!!

Apollo:
......

Trucy:
.........

Guard:
Ah.  They're here.

Apollo:
(Whoa!  This guy radiates
power!)

Apollo:
(Power.. with a cute
apron?)

???:
You Wocky's lawyer?

Apollo:
Y-Yes, sir!

Big Wins:
Well, I'm Big Wins Kitaki,
fourth head of the Kitaki
family... capice?

----------------------------
Winfred Kitaki
Age: 56
Gender: Male
4th Boss of the Kitaki Family.
Wocky's father.  Wears an
apron.  (Don't ask.)
----------------------------

Apollo:
Er... Actually, I came to
speak to your son.

Big Wins:
...
Mr. Justice.

Apollo:
Yes?

Big Wins:
My son's innocent.
He killed no one.

Big Wins:
If he were found guilty...
it wouldn't be good.

Big Wins:
...Capice?

Apollo:
Y-Yes!  I'm all about capicing!
Capice'd loud and clear!

Big Wins:
You gotta do more than just
understand to make it.

Big Wins:
You'll learn, though.

Big Wins:
Even if the lesson comes at
the end of your short life.

Apollo:
(I don't feel so good...)

???:
What's the big idea, old man!

Wocky:
You can't treat me like a kid
no more, not now!

Wocky:
You know I... I...

Wocky:
I wanted to go to the clink!
I like it here!

Apollo:
You... must be Wocky?

Wocky:
A G's not a G till he does
hard time!  Bizzoooy!

Wocky:
You'll see.  When I get out
of here, things'll change!

Big Wins:
Silence!

Big Wins:
My apologies, Mr. Justice...
He's usually such a nice boy.

Apollo:
(Forgive me if I have a
hard time believing that.)

Wocky:
Ha!  You can't take me under
your wing this time, old man!

Wocky:
You heard me!  I don't need
no trial!  I did it!

Big Wins:
...I think that's enough for
today, Mr. Justice.

Big Wins:
Don't let me down tomorrow.

Apollo:
So much for talking to our
client.

Trucy:
But we made so much progress
today!

Trucy:
We even found my panties!
I had fun, at least.

Apollo:
Of course, the biggest mystery
of all remains...

Apollo:
(How am I supposed to build
a case for the trial!?)

Trucy:
Oh, almost forgot, it's time
for my show!

Trucy:
Tonight I'm performing at the
Wonder Bar!  You should come
check it out.

			To be continued.

				
============================
Episode 2
Turnabout Corner
Day 2: Trial Former     -20201-
============================
				
---
June 16, 9:46 AM
Distict Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
---

Apollo:
Huh... 
Mr. Wright's not here today?

Trucy:
He said his old foot injury
was acting up.

Apollo:
Old injury...!?  He was all
smiles yesterday!

Trucy:
Yes, he smiled when he said
we'd be fine "as long as
you're there, Trucy".

Apollo:
Yes... Fine... We'll be fine.
Here comes Justice!!!

Apollo:
I started my voice training
at 5 this morning.

Trucy:
Oooh!  Do some now!  I want to
see!  ...Er, hear!

Apollo:
Huh?  Oh, OK.
...Ahem.

Apollo:
My name is Apollo Justice,
and I'm fine!!!

Trucy:
......

Trucy:
That sounds more like a
self-mantra than voice
training.

???:
...I'm fine!  I'm fine!
You know what I'm saying!?

Apollo:
Ack!  G-Good morning!

Wocky:
Yo, 'sup.

Wocky:
Hit me with the guilty
verdict, G!  See if I care.

Wocky:
You just hang loose and let
things go with the flow.
You know what I'm saying!?

Apollo:
Uh, not really.

Big Wins:
Wocky!  Don't be running your
mouth like that in here!

Wocky:
See, that's the difference
between me and you, old man.
I ain't afraid of no cops.

Wocky:
Real G's can't keep it real
till they spend some hard
time in the pen.

Big Wins:
You have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

Trucy:
Sounds like they've both been
voice training too, Apollo.

Apollo:
(My worst fears realized...)

Apollo:
(The trial's starting and I
still haven't had a real
talk with my client!)

---
June 16, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 4
---

Judge:
Court is now in session for
the trial of Wocky Kitaki.

Apollo:
The defense is ready, Your
Honor.

Klavier:
Ready to rock 'n' roll, Herr
Judge.

Trucy:
Ah!  It's him!  The pri--guy
from yesterday!  He's a 
prosecutor?

Apollo:
(...It's Mr. Gavin's brother!)

Klavier:
...

Judge:
Long time no see...
Prosecutor Gavin.  Were you
taking a leave of absence?

Klavier:
You know that little band
I started in my free time?
Thing is, we got real popular.

Klavier:
Hard to say "nein" to your
fans when three of your
singles go platinum, ja?

----------------------------
Klavier Gavin
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Star prosecutor, lead in a
gold-record-selling band, and
Mr. Gavin's younger brother.
----------------------------

Judge:
...I see.  To be honest, I was
a little concerned.

Judge:
I feared that you might
still be distraught over
that one trial...

Klavier:
Not to worry, Herr Judge.

Klavier:
I wouldn't miss this day in
court for the world.

Klavier:
It's worth even more than
VIP passes to one of my
concerts, ja?

Klavier:
How could I pass up a chance
to see the true strength...

Klavier:
...of the little boy who
bested my brother?

Apollo:
...!

Klavier:
It was worth canceling a
show or two.

Judge:
Understood.

Judge:
You may give your opening
statements to the court.

Klavier:
Before that, I was thinking...

Klavier:
Is the air in this courtroom
not a bit... serious?

Judge:
It IS a court of law.

Klavier:
That's no way to get the
crowd jumping, Herr Judge.

Judge:
They're not supposed to jump!
This is a courtroom!

Klavier:
Achtung, baby!
Today, we play it my way!

Apollo:
(What's that... noise?)

Klavier:
Sometimes you have to get on
up in order to get down...
to prosecuting!

Apollo:
(This is crazy...)

Klavier:
The victim... Pal Meraktis,
director of the Meraktis
Clinic.

Klavier:
The scene... People Park.
He was found pulling a noodle
stand.

Judge:
What in the world was a doctor
doing pulling a noodle stand?

Klavier:
Yes, I believe...

Klavier:
...you will only find that out
by asking the defendant, right
here, right now.

Klavier:
Because it's an undeniable
truth that he shot the victim!

Apollo:
What do you mean, undeniable?

Klavier:
If you are to glare at anyone,
Herr Justice, glare at the
punk in the defendant's chair.

Klavier:
His crime was witnessed
quite clearly, you see.

Judge:
...Very well.

Judge:
Please admit this witness
to the court.

Klavier:
...Nein!  Not yet!

Klavier:
First, there is a little
matter to be cleaned up...

Apollo:
(Could you talk without
the accompaniment?)

Trucy:
I swear I could see the
guitar for a second!

Judge:
What is it, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
The "motive", Herr Judge.

Klavier:
Why did the little punk
do it?

Klavier:
Why did he kill the director
of the Meraktis Clinic?

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Not so fast!  The defendant
doesn't have to explain that!

Klavier:
Oh?  But what if the defendant
specifically requests to do
so?  As he did this morning?

Klavier:
I want to "give a shout out
to all my homeys!" I believe
he said.

Judge:
Whaaaaat!?

Apollo:
(What is right!)

Trucy:
They always say that, on
stage, you should hit the
crowd with speed and ferocity!

Trucy:
Sounds like he got you
good, huh, Polly?

Judge:
Well, this is highly unusual.
But...

Judge:
The court will now hear from
the defendant concerning his
motive in the crime!

Judge:
So... You, son, are the 
defendant... Wocky, are you?

Wocky:
I ain't your son, old man!

Wocky:
You step to a Kitaki, you
best be prepared to step
strong!

Klavier:
You "step" to a public
official, you'd best be
prepared to step into jail.

Trucy:
You got to hand it to him,
Wocky sure has guts!

Apollo:
(It's not his guts I'm worried
about...)

Judge:
Well then, the court will
now hear testimony on the
defendant's motive...

Judge:
...from the defendant himself!

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- Wocky Kitaki's "Truth" --
	
	Wocky:
	I'll tell you one thing,
	that doctor was a quacker!
	
	Wocky:
	Someone had to show him
	what's what!
	
	Wocky:
	I was in his clinic 'bout
	half a year ago.  He messed
	up my op something bad.
	
	Wocky:
	And then he just lets me go,
	without a word.  See ya later,
	bye!
	
	Wocky:
	So I gotta go in, get another
	doc to patch me up again!
	
	Wocky:
	That was the day I done
	figured it out.  No O.G.'s
	gonna let that pass!
	
	Wocky:
	That's why I went to his
	pad that night, know what
	I'm saying!?
	
Judge:
You're saying you were one of
the victim's patients...!?

Wocky:
Lotta stuff goes down when
you're keeping it real on
the street.  Tru dat.

Wocky:
I tell you one thing, that
doc was wack!

Judge:
Hmm...
Very well, the defense may
begin the cross-examination.

Apollo:
(I can't believe this is the
first time I'm hearing about
all of this...)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- Wocky Kitaki's "Truth" --
	
	Wocky:
	I'll tell you one thing,
	that doctor was a quacker!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		First of all, the word you're
		looking for is "quack".
		
		Apollo:
		And isn't that a little harsh?
		He's your family doctor...
		
		Wocky:
		Who asked you, pointy-locks!?
		Just who do you think you are?
		
		Apollo:
		(Uh... your lawyer?)
		
		Wocky:
		Look, I ain't trying to hear
		that. He was a quacker, plain
		and simple.
	
	Wocky:
	Someone had to show him
	what's what!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		By "someone" you mean...?
		
		Apollo:
		Was there anyone with a score
		to settle with this doctor?
		...Besides you, I mean.
		
		Wocky:
		You better ask somebody else,
		homes.  What do I care?
		
		Wocky:
		I made up my own mind and did
		what had to be done.  Straight
		gangsta-style!
		
		Judge:
		But... why were you so mad
		at this doctor?
		
		Wocky:
		Yo, sit back and listen while
		I drop it, J-man.
	
	Wocky:
	I was in his clinic 'bout
	half a year ago.  He messed
	up my op something bad.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		So you were a patient at the
		Meraktis Clinic half a year
		ago?  For what reason?
		
		Wocky:
		I had what you might call
		a "mark of honor".
		
		Klavier:
		Can you explain precisely
		what was wrong?
		
		Wocky:
		We had a little run-in
		with the Rivales Family.
		
		Wocky:
		That's when I pulled a jack
		move...
		
		Wocky:
		...and ran into an ambush.
		G busted a cap right in me.
		
		Klavier:
		According to my sources...
		you "couldn't stand
		the stress of waiting..."
		
		Klavier:
		"...and ran in 15 minutes
		before the appointed time."
		...By yourself.
		
		Wocky:
		Hey, I was more than a match
		for those guys!
		
		Judge:
		So you were carried to the
		Meraktis Clinic from there?
		
		Klavier:
		Apparently, he was shot in the
		heart.
		
		Apollo:
		(Shot in the heart and he's
		still alive!?)
		
		Trucy:
		I can catch bullets between
		my teeth!
		
		Trucy:
		But I never learned how to
		catch them with my heart!
		
		Wocky:
		The bullet stopped just short
		of my thumper, you know what
		I'm saying?
		
		Wocky:
		I woulda been golden if it
		weren't for that wack doc!
		
		Wocky:
		Can't even take out a stupid
		bullet!
		
		Klavier:
		...So, as you say, the surgery
		was a failure.
		
		Wocky:
		That ain't all of it, homes!
	
	Wocky:
	And then he just lets me go,
	without a word.  See ya later,
	bye!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
	
		Apollo:
		What do you mean, he just
		let you go without a word?
		
		Wocky:
		What do you think it means!?
		It's wack, that's what!
		
		Judge:
		I'm not sure what that means,
		but it sounds bad...
		
		Klavier:
		It sounds as though Herr
		Doktor wished to hide his
		mistake...
		
		Klavier:
		This is why he let the
		defendant go.
		
		Wocky:
		He's a liar, straight up!
		He's a badder G than me!
	
	Wocky:
	So I gotta go in, get another
	doc to patch me up again!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
	
		Apollo:
		So, this bullet is still...?
		
		Wocky:
		You know it!  I can still
		feel it...
		
		Wocky:
		Right there in my chest,
		pressin' up against my heart!
		
		Klavier:
		"Your words are like a bullet
		shot straight into my heart."
		
		Klavier:
		...or something to that
		effect?  Incidentally, that's
		from one of our hit singles.
		
		Judge:
		Well, that sounds like a
		straightforward case of
		malpractice!
		
		Wocky:
		Word, J-man.  Weren't no
		accident, that's fo' shizzle.
	
	Wocky:
	That was the day I done
	figured it out.  No O.G.'s
	gonna let that pass!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
	
		Apollo:
		You figured it out that day?
		So you had no idea until then?
		
		Wocky:
		For half a year, I didn't
		notice a thing.
		
		Apollo:
		Whaaaat!?
		You had a bullet in your
		chest and you didn't know!?
		
		Wocky:
		Heh!
		Takes more than a bullet to
		bring me down, homes!
		
		Apollo:
		(How many bullets does it
		take!?)
		
	Wocky:
	That's why I went to his
	pad that night, know what
	I'm saying!?
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
	
		Apollo:
		You "went to his pad"...?
		
		Apollo:
		Did you have an appointment
		to meet with the victim?
		In the park, perhaps?
		
		Wocky:
		You out of your mind!?  Who
		makes an appointment to get
		the drop on someone!?
		
		Wocky:
		I came ready to fight my way
		into that clinic of his.
		
		Wocky:
		Shortest way to the clinic
		from my place is through that
		park, know what I'm saying?
		
		Apollo:
		(...He's right.  That does seem
		to be the shortest path.)
		
		Wocky:
		There I was, cold walking
		through the park...
		
		Wocky:
		...when he comes popping up
		out of nowhere, right before
		my eyes!
		
		Wocky:
		I figured someone up on high
		was looking out for me, know
		what I'm saying?
	
	Apollo:
	(Unngh... This sounds bad
	right from the get-go.)
	
	Trucy:
	Well, there won't be any
	get-go if we don't get some
	more information!
	
	Apollo:
	(Right.  First, gather the
	facts.  Time enough for
	despair later!)
	
Judge:
Hmm... It seems that there
were issues with this doctor.

Wocky:
Man, putting him down was like
doing the world a favor!

Apollo:
Wocky! ...Please consult your
lawyer before saying things
like that...

Trucy:
Chin up, Apollo!
Back straight!

Judge:
But, why did this mistake
only come to light that day?

Klavier:
It was found during the
Family health check-up.

Apollo:
The F-Family check-up?

Wocky:
That was the wackest thing
of all!  All us G's lining up,
taking eye exams 'n' all that.

Wocky:
Better to die young than
fade away, bizzzoy!

Klavier:
...A relief to hear.

Wocky:
Eh?  Wh-What's a relief!?

Klavier:
Oh?  Did your father not
tell you?

Klavier:
That bullet you carry so close
to your heart... if not
attended to immediately...

Klavier:
...It could kill you.

Apollo:
Wh-Whaaat!?

Klavier:
Yes, Herr Doktor Meraktis
had knowledge concerning this
ticking "time bomb" in you.

Klavier:
Knowledge... that could have
saved your life.

Wocky:
No way!  Th-That's wacked!

Klavier:
There is proof.
Your check-up report.

** Wocky's Check-Up Report
added to the Court Record. **

----------------------------
Wocky's Check-Up Report
Type: Documents
Submitted as evidence
by Prosecutor Gavin
Results from a check-up
performed in June.  Metallic
object found near heart.

	=Check=
	
	-Patient's Name
		Wocky Kitaki (Age: 19), Male
	-Report Filed
		June 14
	-Notes
		Metallic object found near
		heart.  Urgent exam needed.

----------------------------

Klavier:
...How ironic that you would
kill the one man capable of
helping you.

Klavier:
You're almost as careless as
he was!

Klavier:
...Ah ha ha ha.

Wocky:
......

Apollo:
......

Klavier:
Well, now that the place
is hopping...

Klavier:
Let's get this gig started!

Judge:
S-Started...?

Klavier:
We've had enough of a warm-up
act, ja?  Time to hear from the
witness!

Trucy:
...Wocky sure is quiet all of
a sudden.

Apollo:
I'm a little uneasy myself.

Apollo:
(Is this Gavin's strategy...?)

Klavier:
So.
You will tell us your name
and occupation.

Stickler:
My name...
is Wesley Stickler.

Stickler:
By "occupation" I take it you
refer to some labor that

Stickler:
"profits" society at large,
and supports a livelihood

Stickler:
under which definition I must
confess to being "unemployed"

Stickler:
however, we mush acknowledge
the meaning of "identity"

Stickler:
which is commonly attached to
this notion of "occupation",

Stickler:
and once we have accepted this
reality, we see that our

Stickler:
confusion is not Gestalt, per se,
but derives instead from

Stickler:
the "vagueness" inherent in all
representations of thoug--

Klavier:
By which he means to say
that he is a student.

Klavier:
A junior at Ivy University
if I'm not mistaken?

Stickler:
Yes, in the Department of
Science and Engineering.

----------------------------
Wesley Stickler
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Junior in Science at Ivy
University.  The witness.  A
man concerned with "truth".
----------------------------

Stickler:
Filled with curiosity for all
things, I spend my days in
pursuit of truth, honing my...

Klavier:
Herr Stickler, please direct
said curiosity to the case at
hand today.

Judge:
Very well, Mr. Stickler.

Judge:
Please testify to the court
about what you saw on the
night of the crime.

Stickler:
You ask, quite simplistically,
"what I saw".  However, we must

Stickler:
understand that homo sapiens
possess two eyes, each of

Stickler:
these designed to receive and 
interpret data, sending images
in the form of signals to the...

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- A Night in the Park --
	
	Stickler:
	That night, I passed through
	the park on my way home from
	shopping... when I saw them!
	
	Stickler:
	One man, pulling a stand.
	Another man, facing him.
	
	Stickler:
	I saw them quite clearly.
	The man facing the victim
	was the defendant.
	
	Stickler:
	In his hand he held... yes,
	a pistol!  It was pointed at
	the man pulling the stand.
	
	Stickler:
	A shot!  The bullet hit the man
	pulling the stand from the
	front, square in the forehead!
	
Judge:
Hmm...
Was there anyone else in 
the park at that time?

Stickler:
I can say with 100% accuracy
that there was not.

Klavier:
The pistol our witness refers
to... is this.

Judge:
The court accepts this into
evidence.

** Pistol added to the Court
Record. **

----------------------------
Pistol
Type: Weapons
Submitted as evidence
by Prosecutor Gavin.
Weapon left at the crime
scene.  Two rounds were fired.
Fingerprints were wiped.

	=Check -> Barrel=
	
	Apollo:
	Whoa!  Don't point that thing
	at me!
	
	Trucy:
	Don't worry!  I can handle
	myself around guns.
	
	Trucy:
	Magic guns, at least.  The ones
	that pigeons come out of.
	
	Apollo:
	...Very reassuring.
	
----------------------------

Judge:
Very well.  Mr. Justice, you
may cross-examine the witness.

Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor.

Trucy:
...

Apollo:
Uh... Trucy?  Why are you
staring like that at the
witness?

Trucy:
That man...

Trucy:
I can't help but feel I've
seen him somewhere before.

Apollo:
...?

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- A Night in the Park --
	
	Stickler:
	That night, I passed through
	the park on my way home from
	shopping... when I saw them!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		On the way home from shopping,
		you say?  Why go through the
		park?
		
		Stickler:
		Ah, a fascinating inquiry.
		
		Stickler:
		Revealing me culpable of
		being insufficiently verbose!
		
		Stickler:
		Let us consider the time saved
		by passing through the park on
		the way home from the store:
		
		Stickler:
		In that time I am capable of
		solving two GMAT problem sets.
		
		Stickler:
		On average, it requires me
		3 minutes, 24 seconds to
		complete one such set.
		
		Stickler:
		Ergo the time to complete 
		two is, on average, 6 minutes
		48 seconds.
		
		Stickler:
		However!  In the case that the
		questions are in the verbal
		category, admittedly not m...
	
		Apollo:
		Th-That's enough!  Enough.
		I get the idea.
		
		Judge:
		Mr. Justice!  The court hopes
		to finish cross-examination
		sometime this month.
		
		Klavier:
		Please.  I've a recording
		booked after this trial.
		
		Trucy:
		And I've got a show to
		perform.
		
		Apollo:
		(Gee, sorry you're all so
		busy!)
	
	Stickler:
	One man, pulling a stand.
	Another man, facing him.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		Were these men talking, by
		any chance?
		
		Stickler:
		Ah, now that you mention it,
		they were, though I cannot
		claim I heard them clearly.
		
		Stickler:
		Only fragments... such as,
		"You lied to me!"  Oh, and...
		
		Stickler:
		"I'm gonna give you a taste of
		your own medicine, pal."
		
		Klavier:
		Ah ha ha ha!  It's just as our
		defendant claims!
		
		Klavier:
		I believe he wished to "teach"
		the victim what it felt like
		to take a bullet in the heart.
		
		Judge:
		If that's true, then this is a
		vital piece of testimony!
		
		Apollo:
		(Sounds like he heard them
		clearly enough to me!)
		
		???:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Stickler:
		Might I be allowed to amend
		my testimony?
		
		Apollo:
		(Wh... What now!?)
		
		Stickler:
		To be precise, he did not
		say "pal" but "man".
		
		Stickler:
		Yes, that was the way of it.
		I swear it on my diploma!
		
		Apollo:
		(What's the difference!?)
		
		Klavier:
		And this other man, who was
		he?
	
	Stickler:
	I saw them quite clearly.
	The man facing the victim
	was the defendant.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*

		Apollo:
		How can you be so sure it was
		the defendant!?
		
		Apollo:
		The crime took place at night!
		It would have been too dark!
		
		Stickler:
		...Perhaps I was remiss in
		not mentioning this earlier.
		
		Apollo:
		Huh?
		
		Stickler:
		You see, in class, I always
		sit in the very backmost seat.
		
		Stickler:
		Do you know why?
		
		Apollo:
		(...Who cares!?)
		
		Stickler:
		Because I do not wish anyone
		to copy my perfect notes!
		
		Judge:
		...And this relates to your
		testimony how?
		
		Stickler:
		I mention this to illustrate
		my predisposition to that
		which is "perfect".
		
		Stickler:
		It was dark, you say?  Yet
		there are lights in the park.
		
		Stickler:
		If I say the defendant was in 
		the park that night, then he
		was in the park that night.
		
		Stickler:
		It is a hard, immutable fact.
		
		Trucy:
		He sure is confident...
		
		Apollo:
		He seems to be telilng the
		truth, too. *sigh*
	
	Stickler:
	In his hand he held... yes,
	a pistol!  It was pointed at
	the man pulling the stand.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
	
		Apollo:
		Are you sure the pistol you
		saw is the same as the one
		just submitted as evidence?
		
		Stickler:
		Am I "sure"?
		Surely... you jest!
		
		Stickler:
		...Or so a common witness
		would be tempted to say.
		
		Apollo:
		...Huh?
		
		Stickler:
		Yet I am no common witness.
		
		Stickler:
		I see not only events as they
		are, but the logical structure
		governing these events!
		
		Stickler:
		First, we must consider the
		fact that it was night in the
		park, which indeed restricted
		
		Stickler:
		my field of vision due to
		insufficient levels of
		illumination.  Now if we
		
		Stickler:
		consider that he pistol, let
		us call it "Object A", was
		indeed shrouded in darkness it
		
		Stickler:
		becomes difficult to say with
		certainty that Object A was
		indeed Object A.
		
		Trucy:
		I think he means he couldn't
		see it that clearly.
		
		Apollo:
		(My badge for a normal
		witness...)
		
		Stickler:
		Yet the fact that a pistol
		was fired before my eyes is
		indisputable.
		
		Stickler:
		I can still see it when I
		close my eyes.  The defendant
		raised his weapon...
	
	Stickler:
	A shot!  The bullet hit the man
	pulling the stand from the
	front, square in the forehead!	
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		Are you absolutely certain
		only one shot was fired?
		
		Stickler:
		Yes.  Of course it was one
		shot.  Why do you ask?
		
		Apollo:
		(Ah ha!  A contradiction!
		Finally!)
		
		Apollo:
		Mr. Stickler.  According to
		the Court Record, the pistol
		was fired twice.
		
		Apollo:
		A clear contradiction!
		
		Klavier:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Klavier:
		...Good eyes, Herr Justice.
		You're cool.  Real cool.
		
		Apollo:
		Eh?
		Y-You really think so?
		
		Klavier:
		Yet, there is no reason why
		this other shot had to have
		been fired that night.
		
		Judge:
		Meaning...?
		
		Klavier:
		This pistol came from the
		Kitaki Family mansion, ja?
		
		Klavier:
		I think it's not unreasonable
		to assume the pistol had been
		fired once before that night.
		
		Klavier:
		During, perhaps... another
		altercation?
		
		Apollo:
		(Ugh... He's got a point.)
		
		Trucy:
		Judging from his smug
		expression...
		
		Trucy:
		...I'd say Prosecutor Gavin
		had that answer ready before
		you even spotted the problem.
		
	Apollo:
	(He seems pretty confident
	in his testimony.)
	
	Trucy:
	We always make the biggest
	mistakes when we're our most
	confident!
	
	Trucy:
	He's got a weak point
	somewhere, Apollo!  Find it!
	
	Apollo:
	(...Right!  Better give that
	testimony another listen.)
	
((Present Autopsy Report))

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
(Whew... If that's all of it,
I think I have a chance.)

Klavier:
Is that you... relaxing,
I see, Herr Justice?

Apollo:
Huh?  Oh, er...
Ahem!

Apollo:
Objection!!!

Judge:
...Once is quite enough,
Mr. Justice.

Trucy:
Apollo!  Pace yourself!  This
trial's not over yet!

Apollo:
Urk!  Eh, right!  Ahem, um,
look at this!

Judge:
The... autopsy report?
Is there a problem with the
autopsy report?

Apollo:
Um, right, a problem...
Problem... problem...

Apollo:
Yes!!!  The problem is the
location of the entry wound!

Judge:
The location...?

Apollo:
You testified that the killer
shot the victim "square in
the forehead", did you not?

Stickler:
Ah, I have already determined
your "angle" of inquiry.

Stickler:
...Allow me to explain.  It
is quite simple, really:

Stickler:
First understand that when
I say "square", I speak not
of geometrical absolute.

Stickler:
What do I mean by this?  For
example, the defection of a
"meter" is 1,650,763.73 times

Stickler:
the wavelength of the light
emitted by a krypton particle,
as we all know.  In addition,

Stickler:
it is a well known fact that
krypton particles are rare,
and invisible to the naked

Stickler:
eye, which points to a basic
fallacy in your line of
reasoning, namely, that wh--

Judge:
Mr. Justice.

Apollo:
Yes?

Judge:
Was your objection to these,
er, krypton particle things?

Klavier:
This is the big time, and you
are obsessed with something so
small?  You disappoint me.

Apollo:
N-N-No!  I'm obsessed with
something big!

Apollo:
I mean, there's a bigger,
less nitpicky problem here!

Judge:
Do tell...

Apollo:
Just look at the autopsy
report!  The location of the
entry wound was...

Apollo:
...the right temple!

Stickler:
T-Temple...?

Apollo:
Mr. Stickler, you said quite
clearly that the victim was
shot "square in the forehead"!

Apollo:
That's a contradiction!
...Isn't it?

Apollo:
(It is, right?  Finally!)

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
Herr Justice... Oh, Herr
Justice...

Apollo:
Yes...?

Klavier:
Your tactics are outdated.
Trying to shake the witness
by objecting to trifles?

Klavier:
Surely you haven't forgotten
the fatal wound your master
suffered seven years ago?

Klavier:
Phoenix Wright... was it?

Apollo:
...!

Apollo:
Look, I know the wound was
in the wrong place according
to this testimony!

Stickler:
Nyurk...!

Klavier:
Hey, Herr Forehead...

Apollo:
...!
(F... "Forehead"!?)

Klavier:
Let us imagine you are walking
through the park.

Klavier:
You see two men facing each
other.  One with a pistol
trained on the other.

Klavier:
...What would you do, Herr
Forehead?

Apollo:
Well, I... I guess...

Apollo:
I would try to stop them.
I'd probably shout, "Stop!"

Klavier:
And you, Fräulein?

Trucy:
M-Me?

Trucy:
Well... I'd probably scream,
"Eeeeeek!"

Klavier:
And you, Herr Stickler?
What did you shout, I wonder?

Apollo:
Ack...!
(If the victim turned his head
at the last moment...*gulp*)

Stickler:
...Ah yes.  Thank you for
jogging my memory.

Judge:
It sounds like an addendum
to the testimony is required.

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- A Night in the Park 2 --
	
	Stickler:
	As soon as the killer raised
	his pistol, I took action.
	
	Stickler:
	"Cease this at once, you two!"
	I cried... with composure.
	
	Stickler:
	The victim turned in the
	direction of my voice... and
	a shot rang out.
	
	Stickler:
	Whereupon our cowardly killer,
	the defendant, appeared to
	have become frightened.
	
	Stickler:
	Tossing the pistol aside, he
	fled from the scene.
	
Judge:
I see... So you attempted
to stop the crime.

Stickler:
Indeed.
...With composure.

Trucy:
Well, maybe the criminal
wouldn't have fired if
he hadn't shouted like that.

Apollo:
Th-That doesn't really matter
now, unfortunately.

Klavier:
Let us consider this new
testimony, shall we?

Klavier:
...Observe the diagram, if
you would.

Klavier:
The witness... Mr. Stickler,
was it?  Stood here.

Klavier:
He shouted, "Oh stop!  Please!"
or something of this nature.

Klavier:
And the victim responded by
looking in the witness's
direction!

Klavier:
If the killer were to have
fired at just that moment...

Klavier:
As we can see, the bullet
would have struck the right
temple, as in the report.

Judge:
That does seem to be the case.

Stickler:
Witness the power of a Junior
in Ivy University's Department
of Science!

Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice, you
may cross-examine the witness.

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- A Night in the Park 2 --
	
	Stickler:
	As soon as the killer raised
	his pistol, I took action.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		So you saw a raised pistol...
		Weren't you frightened?
		
		Stickler:
		It can be said we students
		of Ivy University know no
		fear.
		
		Stickler:
		The moment I saw that pistol,
		my inner sense of justice
		compelled me to take action!
		
		Judge:
		That was certainly brave of
		you.
		
		Judge:
		You might have gotten shot!
		
		Stickler:
		Eh!?
		
		Klavier:
		You certainly were lucky.
		
		Klavier:
		If I were in the killer's
		shoes, I certainly wouldn't
		have left a witness behind.
		
		Stickler:
		......!
		
		Trucy:
		He actually looks like he
		had no idea he was in danger.
		
		Stickler:
		R-Regardless, I attempted
		to halt the bloodshed!
	
	Stickler:
	"Cease this at once, you two!"
	I cried... with composure.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		Are you sure both men were
		able to hear your voice?
		
		Stickler:
		They were, of course.
		
		Stickler:
		My high, exquisite voice
		echoed through the park.
		
		Klavier:
		And the victim responded to
		that clarion call...
		
		Stickler:
		Quite.
	
	Stickler:
	The victim turned in the
	direction of my voice... and
	a shot rang out.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
	
		Apollo:
		Did you hear the gunshot
		at the same time as the
		victim turned?
		
		Stickler:
		Indeed.  I would say "about"
		the same time, to be precise.
		
		Apollo:
		And the victim didn't ask
		you for help?
		
		Stickler:
		It can be said that he didn't
		have time to ask.
		
		Stickler:
		He didn't even have time
		to take a single step.
		
		Trucy:
		I'm totally sure that the
		killer fired because
		Mr. Stickler startled him.
		
		Apollo:
		Don't say that too loud,
		Trucy, please...
	
	Stickler:
	Whereupon our cowardly killer,
	the defendant, appeared to
	have become frightened.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
	
		Apollo:
		Can you describe the killer's
		actions more clearly?
		
		Stickler:
		He seemed quite surprised,
		especially considering that
		it was he who did the deed!
		
		Stickler:
		As we can see, human
		psychology is a tangled
		web, indeed.
		
		Klavier:
		He simply couldn't believe
		what he had done.
		
		Klavier:
		He shot, he panicked.
		A common tale, but true.
		
		Stickler:
		Unfortunately, before I could
		take further action...
	
	Stickler:
	Tossing the pistol aside, he
	fled from the scene.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You didn't try to apprehend
		the criminal?
		
		Stickler:
		It all happened so fast,
		I'm afraid I hadn't the time.
		
		Trucy:
		Doesn't something about that
		strike you as odd, Apollo?
		
		Apollo:
		...!  What?
		
		Trucy:
		The killer was in a hurry,
		right?  He fired the pistol,
		and tossed it right away...
		
		Apollo:
		According to the testimony,
		that's what happened, yes.
		
		Trucy:
		In that case, I'd expect
		to find something that we
		didn't find!
		
		Apollo:
		(Find "something"?  Find what?)
		
	Trucy:
	I liked that contradiction.
	Kinda sad to see it go.
	
	Apollo:
	Not as sad as I feel.  What
	do we do now?
	
	Trucy:
	At least the testimony's
	getting a little clearer.
	
	Apollo:
	(She's right!  Maybe I can find
	something to use in this new
	testimony.)
	
((Present Pistol))

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Wait a second!

Sticker:
Tsk, tsk, another misleading
request.

Stickler:
Yet you're so beholden to your
own mode of "discourse" you
can't see how it affects you!

Apollo:
Um... come again?

Stickler:
Wait a "second", you say?
A "second"?

Sticker:
Are we intended to wait just
that, a single second, one
sixtieth of a minute?

Stickler:
That's hardly enough time
to draw a breath, let alone
makea statement in court!

Stickler:
Now, had you asked for a
longer period of time, say,
3 minutes, 35 seconds, th--

Judge:
Mr. Justice.

Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor?

Judge:
Am I to understand you are
objecting to the length of
a second?

Apollo:
Yes!  I mean, no!  Here, just
look at the pistol!

Apollo:
It doesn't have a single 
fingerprint on it!

Stickler:
Ah, a common ploy, made all
the more common, I fear, by
the prevalence of television.

Stickler:
Criminals these days are
loathe to leave fingerprints.

Apollo:
Wait!  But you said the killer
tossed the gun and ran!

Trucy:
That's right!

Trucy:
He didn't have time to wipe
the gun for prints!

Stickler:
...!

Klavier:
Ah, the little girl sticking
it to the university student.
There's a song in there...

Trucy:
I'm not little!

Klavier:
A ha ha ha...

Klavier:
Then let's think like adults,
shall we, Fräulein?

Trucy:
Eh...?

Klavier:
What if the killer... the
defendant, was wearing gloves?

Trucy:
...

Trucy:
Gotta admit, I didn't think
of that, Apollo.

Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
(Could the killer have been
wearing gloves...?)


	[ I guess... ]
	
	Apollo:
	(If he was wearing gloves,
	there wouldn't be prints...)
	
	Apollo:
	...
	(C'mon Justice, you've gotta
	come up with something...!)
	
	Judge:
	Is there something you want to
	tell the court, Mr. Justice?
	
	Klavier:
	His silence speaks louder than
	words, Herr Judge.  He can
	think of nothing... nein?
	
	Apollo:
	I g-guess he could have been
	wearing gloves.
	(...I guess.)
	
	Judge:
	Then let's continue with
	the testimony.  If you would.
	
	Stickler:
	...My pleasure, Your Honor.
	A small pleasure, but still.
	
	
	[ No way ]
	
	Apollo:
	The record of the murder
	weapon is very clear about
	one thing:
	
	Apollo:
	The fingerprints were "wiped"
	which means some trace of
	prints remained!
	
	Apollo:
	Which contradicts your
	testimony!
	
	Apollo:
	If everything happened as you
	say it did, he wouldn't have
	had time to wipe the pistol!
	
	Stickler:
	...That may be.  But it does
	not change what I saw.
	
	Stickler:
	The killer... the defendant...
	
	Stickler:
	He threw down the murderous
	weapon from his hand and fled.
	
	Judge:
	Hmm...
	
	Stickler:
	And this pistol was found at
	the scene of the crime.
	
	Stickler:
	Strongly suggesting that this
	was the weapon he disposed of!
	
	Klavier:
	That sounds solid to me.
	Well, Herr Forehead?  Any
	of your precious "objections"?
	
	Apollo:
	...
	
	Trucy:
	What gives, Apollo!?  Let's
	see that voice training
	go to work!
	
	Apollo:
	You know, I've only recently
	realized something.
	
	Apollo:
	No matter how much you train
	your voice, it doesn't matter
	if you have nothing to say.
	
	Trucy:
	What do you mean, "nothing
	to say"!?
	
	Trucy:
	Isn't it obvious from what
	the witness just said?
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  Isn't what obvious?
	
	Trucy:
	When he re-stated what he saw
	just now, he said he saw Wocky
	drop a "murderous weapon".
	
	Trucy:
	But that's not the same as
	being 100% sure of what Wocky
	threw away!
	
	Apollo:
	You're right!
	
	Trucy:
	He's just confused because
	a pistol was found at the
	scene!
	
	Trucy:
	Poor Mr. Stickler... It must
	be hard to be so perfect, and
	yet so wrong.
	
	Stickler:
	W-Well!  It can be said that
	I'm quite offended!
	
	Stickler:
	While it is, indeed, true that
	once, in my youth, I wrote a
	love letter in my own blood
	
	Stickler:
	that was seized by the teacher
	and posted on the blackboard
	for all to see, and for this
	
	Stickler:
	the appellation "poor" might
	as well be prefixed to my name,
	yet as for the issue at ha--
	
	Judge:
	What we can say for certain
	is that the witness saw the
	killer throw "something"...
	
	Judge:
	Does the defense have anything
	to say about this?
	
	Trucy:
	Well, if what he threw wasn't
	a pistol...
	
	Apollo:
	Then it had to be something
	else!
	
	Klavier:
	At least one person on the
	defense team seems to be
	thinking.
	
	Apollo:
	(Grr... I'll wipe that smile
	off your pretty face, Gavin!)
	
	Judge:
	Perhaps you can inform the
	court as to the nature of
	this "something else"?
	
	Judge:
	What did the killer throw
	away before fleeing the
	scene?
	
		((Present Wrong))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Apollo:
		What the witness really
		saw... was this!  Or...
		something like it.
		
		Judge:
		...
		
		Judge:
		Penalty.
		
		Apollo:
		(That didn't even warrant a
		wise-crack, did it.)
		
		Judge:
		Perhaps you'd like to try
		that again, Mr. Justice?
		
((Present Knife))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Judge:
Is that... a sword?

Judge:
I saw one of those on the
late night movie last night!

Apollo:
(Great, a sleep-deprived
judge...)

Apollo:
This knife was found at the
scene of the crime... with
the defendant's prints on it.

Judge:
His prints!

Apollo:
This single piece of evidence
proves two important things:

Apollo:
One, that what the defendant
threw down wasn't a pistol.

Apollo:
Two, that the defendant
wasn't wearing gloves!

Judge:
Hmm... Indeed!

Klavier:
Oh, Herr Forehead?

Klavier:
You're forgetting two other
things you've just proven.

Apollo:
Huh?

Klavier:
One, that the man the witness
saw was the defendant,
Mr. Wocky Kitaki.

Klavier:
Two, that the defendant was
holding a knife, with the
intent of harming the victim!

Apollo:
Oh.

Judge:
Hmm... Indeed!

Apollo:
(Grr... Never underestimate
a Gavin is the lesson here.)

Judge:
This court is of the opinion
that our witness is fond of
making assumptions.

Judge:
In that light, I believe it
would behoove us to hear
about what really occurred...

Judge:
...with less assuming, please!

Stickler:
It is always the same with
you people.

Stickler:
"Mark left the house on foot,
and five minutes later, his
brother left after him."

Stickler:
"How long would it take for
Mark's brother to catch up
to him..."

Stickler:
"...assuming that Mark never
had to stop for a traffic
light!"

Stickler:
"Assuming"... Yes, that's
what I said.  "Assuming"!

Stickler:
As if that were a probable
situation at all!

Stickler:
Yet here you are "assuming"
that my "assumption" is no
better!

Judge:
Ahem.  What this court
"assumes"...

Judge:
...is that the witness will
testify as to what happened
after the shot was fired!

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- From Shot to Call --
	
	Stickler:
	I could not prevent the
	killer from leaving the
	scene.
	
	Stickler:
	Nor could I simply leave the
	scene in good conscience.
	
	Stickler:
	Ergo!  I used my cell phone
	to call the police.
	
	Stickler:
	Until the police arrived at
	the scene 10 minutes later,
	I saw no one else.
	
Apollo:
Why didn't you chase the 
killer?

Stickler:
He was, as you say, a killer.

Stickler:
Of course, I could have run
him down, yet what would he
have done when cornered?

Stickler:
Sadly, it takes more than an
aptitude for solving quadratic
equations to know that.

Judge:
Hmm...

Klavier:
Did the testimony earlier
not prove the defendant's
presence at the scene?

Klavier:
And do we not also now know
that there was no one else
there?

Klavier:
...It seems clear that we have
our killer.

Klavier:
Does it not?

Judge:
Does it not, Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
(I'd better find a way to
take this testimony down
quick!)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- From Shot to Call --
	
	Stickler:
	I could not prevent the
	killer from leaving the
	scene.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
	
		Apollo:
		Which way did the killer run?
		
		Stickler:
		By that time, it was clear the
		killer had noticed me.
		
		Stickler:
		Naturally, he ran in the
		opposite direction.
		
		Apollo:
		(That would mean he ran in the
		opposite direction from the
		Kitaki mansion...)
		
		Klavier:
		Achtung!  Don't even think
		about pointing out that he
		was going away from his home.
		
		Klavier:
		All he had to do was loop
		back once he was out of sight.
		
		Apollo:
		(Ugh... How did he know that's
		where I was going...?)
		
		Trucy:
		...
	
	Stickler:
	Nor could I simply leave the
	scene in good conscience.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
	
		Apollo:
		You were certainly composed
		for someone who had just
		witnessed a killing.
		
		Stickler:
		If one is to devote one's life
		to the pursuit of science...
		
		Stickler:
		...one must never flinch at
		the sight of a little blood.
		
		Stickler:
		Nor be so moved by a chemical
		discovery that one drops one's
		flask upon the lab room floor.
		
		Klavier:
		Oooh, cool answer.
		Very cool.
		
		Apollo:
		(Hmm... So nothing strange
		about how he acted...)
		
		Trucy:
		...
		
		Apollo:
		(Trucy looks like she has
		something to say...)
	
	Stickler:
	Ergo!  I used my cell phone
	to call the police.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
	
		Apollo:
		Wasn't your first thought to
		call an ambulance?
		
		Stickler:
		It can be said that I have
		dabbled in medicine...
		
		Stickler:
		The injury I witnessed, namely
		a single shot to the head,
		tends to result in death.
		
		Stickler:
		Ergo, there was no need for
		me to call an ambulance!
		
		Stickler:
		Oh... a perfect syllogism...
		A proof in three parts!
		Exquisite!  Simly exquisite!
		
		Apollo:
		(...He actually looks like
		he's going to cry.)
		
		Trucy:
		...
	
	Stickler:
	Until the police arrived at
	the scene 10 minutes later,
	I saw no one else.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Can you tell us in detail
		about these 10 minutes?
		
		Stickler:
		I stood in a state of 
		heightened awareness.
		
		Stickler:
		Anything could happen at
		any moment.  Anyone could
		appear from any direction!
		
		Stickler:
		...
		
		Apollo:
		Is...
		that all?
		
		Stickler:
		No one came.  Nothing happened
		at all.  I saw it all, which
		is to say... I saw nothing.
		
		Judge:
		It was late at night.  It's not
		odd to think there would be
		few people around in the park.
		
		Apollo:
		(So he just stood there,
		watching?  Hmm... Not much
		to go on there.)
		
		Trucy:
		...
		
		Apollo:
		(... Trucy, if you've got
		something to say, by all
		means, say it!)

	Apollo:
	(This witness is way too
	self-assured!)
	
	Apollo:
	(There's got to be a weakness
	somewhere in this testimony!)
	
	Trucy:
	...
	
((Pressed all))

Apollo:
(Argh!  I can't find a single
problem with that testimony!)
		
Klavier:
...Had enough at last, Herr
Forehead?
		
Apollo:
(Maybe it's time to back
off a bit...?)


	[ No ]
	
	Apollo:
	The defense still has some
	questions that demand
	answers, Your Honor!
	
	Judge:
	Hmm... Your opinion,
	Prosecutor Gavin?
	
	Klavier:
	Oh, let him play attorney
	until he's satisfied, I say.
	
	Klavier:
	I will amuse myself by
	composing my next smash hit
	in my head...
	
	Judge:
	Very well.  You may continue
	with the cross-examination.
	
	
	[ Yes ]
	
	Apollo:
	Nnk...!
	
	Apollo:
	(Argh!  There's nothing fishy
	about that testimony at all!)
	

((Pressed all, chose "no" the first time))

Apollo:
(Maybe there isn't anything
left to unravel in this
testimony after all...)

Klavier:
Some of us have glamorous
careers we'd like to get back
to this month, Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
(...They don't have enough
to put Wocky away yet.  Should
I back off for now?)


	[ No ]
	
	Same as before
	
	
	[ Yes ]
	
	Same as before
	
	
Judge:
It appears there are no
objections to the witness's
current testimony.
	
Klavier:
There are any number of ways
to explain the lack of prints
on the pistol, I assure you.

Klavier:
Perhaps the killer really was
wearing gloves which wiped the
previous user's prints off.

Klavier:
Then, after the deed was done,
this fell out of his pocket as
he was throwing the gun away.

Klavier:
A mistake befitting of a
small-time punk, in my 
opinion.

Apollo:
No...
Nooooooooooo!

Judge:
It seems we've come to the
end of the line here.

Apollo:
(No... that can't be all!)

Klavier:
How unfortunate.  It seems that
you weren't cut out to stand
on the same stage as me.

Klavier:
Were you, Herr Forehead?

Judge:
I believe this brings the
cross-examination to a close.

Judge:
This court will now declare
a verdict for the defendant,
Wocky Kitaki.

???:
*HOLD IT!*

???:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Apollo:
T-Trucy!?

???:
Nobody move!

Judge:
Wh-What's the meaning of this?
Who are you!?

Klavier:
...

???;
There'll be no verdict in
this court... Not yet!

Apollo:
Wait... Are you... one of
the Kitakis!?

Judge:
The Kitakis!?  You mean the
notorious gangsters!?

???:
If you don't want to see me
give the pretty little girl
a new smile, do as I say!

???:
Adjourn the court for twenty
minutes!

Judge:
Wh-Whaaat!?

Judge:
Th-This court will not bow
to pressure from the likes
of...

Klavier:
...Herr Judge.

Judge:
...!

Klavier:
I see little point in further
aggravating this gentleman.

Judge:
Urk!  Hmm...

???:
Recess, twenty minutes.  Or I 
promise you, you'll regret it.

Apollo:
W-Wait!
(How'd he disappear so fast!?)

Trucy:
	...Come to the defendant
	lobby, Apollo!!!...
	
Judge;
...I suppose I have no choice
but to adjourn for a twenty
minute recess!

Judge:
Bailiff!  Catch that mysterious
man!

			To be continued.

				
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Episode 2
Turnabout Corner
Day 2: Trial Latter     -20202-
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June 16, 11:17 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
---

Apollo:
Trucy!  Trucy!?

???:
...You move quick, Apollo.
Good show, good show!

Apollo:
T... Trucy!
You're OK!
I-I thought...

Apollo:
*sniff* *sob* *bawl*

Trucy:
D-Don't cry, Apollo!

Apollo:
Grr... Those good-for-nothing
gangsters!

Apollo:
There are some things you
just don't do!

Apollo:
I'm pressing charges!

Trucy:
Wait!
Just calm down, Apollo!

Trucy:
Or else...

Apollo:
Aaaaaugh!
Wh-Wh-What the heck is that!?

Trucy:
Surprised?

Trucy:
This is one of my best
tricks!  The Amazing Mr. Hat!

Mr. Hat:
You look mahvelous, dahling!

Apollo:
...

Trucy:
He's a big hit on stage
at the Wonder Bar!

Mr. Hat:
Yes.  I am a big hit.  Ha ha ha.

Trucy:
Well, what do you think?
Do ya like it!?

Apollo:
You mean you... Trucy!  There
are some thigns you just
don't do!

Apollo:
I...
I'm pressing charges!

Trucy:
Apollo!  Now is not the time to
be threatening me!

Trucy:
It's you who's being
threatened here!

Apollo:
Huh...?

Trucy:
Remember what you said to
Wocky's father yesterday?

Trucy:
You promised you'd save
his son!

Apollo:
B-But that testimony was
rock solid!

Apollo:
What are you suggesting I do?

Trucy:
Look, once the judge declares
a verdict, it's all over.

Trucy:
If I can use my talent to
stop that from happening,
I will!

Apollo:
Trucy, no more staged
abductions, please...

Trucy:
I'm not talking about magic,
Apollo!

Trucy:
I know when the witness isn't
confident... I can perceive
what he's feeling!

Trucy:
It might not mean anything,
but it's all we've got...

Apollo:
You can see... what he's
"feeling"?

Trucy:
Think back, Apollo.

Trucy:
Think back to the times when
there was a contradiction in
his testimony!  All the times!

Apollo:
All the times there was a
contradiction...?


	[ I don't remember ]
	
	Apollo:
	Um... Actually, I don't
	remember them exactly.
	
	Trucy:
	Good thing I do!


	[ I remember ]
	
	Apollo:
	Well, I think I remember
	them, sure...
	
	
Trucy:
There were two times when he
made statements he wasn't
confident in.
	
Trucy:
And each time, there was a
contradiction.
	
Stickler:
In his hand he held.. yes,
a pistol!  It was pointed at
the man pulling the stand.
	
Stickler:
Tossing the pistol aside, he
fled from the scene.
	
Trucy:
He said the man tossed aside
a pistol...
	
Trucy:
But it turned out he wasn't
sure, and sure enough, there
was a contradiction.
	
Apollo:
Well, that's true, but how
does that help us?
	
Trucy:
Didn't you notice anything?

Trucy:
Whenever he made a statement
he wasn't confident in...

Trucy:
...he displayed a certain
habit!

Stickler:
In his hand he held... yes,
a pistol!  It was pointed at
the man pulling the stand.

Trucy:
Did you see it?  The very
moment he said the word
"pistol"...

Trucy:
...his fingers got all tense,
and he fiddled with the corner
of a page in his book!

Apollo:
How'm I supposed to see that!?

Trucy:
Well, I could see it.

Trucy:
How else do you think Daddy
went seven years without
losing a game of poker?

Apollo:
Wha--!?

Trucy:
I always sat next to Daddy
during big matches.

Trucy:
I could see what his opponents
were feeling!

Apollo:
You mean that's how Mr. Wright
won all those games?

Trucy:
It's not cheating, officially.
I wasn't looking at their
hands or anything.

Trucy:
And I wasn't there all the
time, either.

Trucy:
Daddy's quite good at poker,
after all.  But not good enough
to go undefeated that long!

Apollo:
Great, so he cheated.  But
what does that do for us?

Apollo:
(I don't believe this...)

Trucy:
You ahve to listen to his
testimony one more time!
No... scratch that!

Trucy:
You have to watch his
testimony!  Perceive the
truth!

Apollo:
"Watch" a testimony?
"Perceive" the truth?

Apollo:
The only thing I'm perceiving
is that I'm going to lose.

Trucy:
Not true!

Apollo:
...!

Trucy:
Daddy said so.

Trucy:
He said you have the power,
Apollo.

Apollo:
Mr. Wright said that?

Apollo:
(Watch the testimony...
Perceive his true feelings...
Is she serious!?)

Trucy:
Time's up!  Sorry I can't think
of any other way out of this
one, Apollo.

Apollo:
(What was that she said
before the trial started?)

Apollo:
Huh...
Mr. Wright's not here today?

Trucy:
He said his old foot injury
was acting up.

Trucy:
Yes, he smiled when he said
we'd be fine "as long as
you're there, Trucy".

Apollo:
(Is this what he meant by
us being "fine"...?)

Apollo:
(Well... methods aside, she
did avoid one guilty verdict
already today.)

Apollo:
(Time to show this court what
I'm made of!  Get ready for
Justice!)

Apollo:
...Let's do it.

Trucy:
Apollo...

Apollo:
You know, I'm starting
to think I can do this.

Trucy:
...I knew you could do it
all along!

Trucy:
Oh, one more thing.

Apollo:
?

Trucy:
Try to cover for Mr. Hat
as best you can!

Mr. Hat:
I just flew in from the
coast, and boy are my arms
tired!

Apollo:
Right...
(*sigh*)

---
June 16, 11:40 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 4
---

Judge:
Court is now back in session.

Apollo:
Right!  We're fine!

Judge:
......
Ahem.

Judge:
I'd like to say to the young
lady standing next to you,
Mr. Justice...

Trucy:
Oh, you mean me?

Judge:
Don't you have anything to
report?

Judge:
Anything... concerning the 
mysterious phantom in the
silk top hat?

Apollo:
Ah!  Right!  Him!  Don't worry
about him.  I settled that.

Judge:
You "settled" that...?

Apollo:
Erm, yes, it was an...
out of court settlement!
Right.

Klavier:
Perhaps Fräulein would have
us believe it was nothing
more than a passing dream...

Klavier:
...a fantastic illusion,
now you see it, now you don't.
Am I right?

Trucy:
...I think he's on to me.

Apollo:
I wish he would stop being
so... so cool.

Klavier:
Let us dispense with these
niceties and get straight to
the matter.

Klavier:
What are your plans for our
gifted witness?

Apollo:
R-Right... The defense would
like to request another
cross-examination!

Apollo:
B-Because... Because I forgot
to ask something.

Judge:
There was no issue with the
witness's previous testimony.

Judge:
I will grant your request,
however.  But this court will
not permit stalling for time!

Apollo:
...Understood, Your Honor.

Trucy:
Don't forget, Apollo!

Trucy:
When he isn't sure about
something, he has a habit of
fiddling with his book!

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- From Shot to Call --
	
	Stickler:
	I could not prevent the
	killer from leaving the
	scene.
	
	Stickler:
	Nor could I simply leave the
	scene in good conscience.
	
	Stickler:
	Ergo!  I used my cell phone
	to call the police.
	
	Stickler:
	Until the police arrived at
	the scene 10 minutes later,
	I saw no one else.
	
Apollo:
(I'm not sure I'm qualified
to "watch" testimonies
after all...)

Trucy:
Focus, Apollo!  Find his
weak spot!

Apollo:
(Focus...
If only it were that easy!)

Apollo:
(My ears here what he says,
my eyes see his expression.)

Apollo:
(Do I have to do something
more?  What other senses do
I have!?)

Apollo:
(W-What's this...?
My bracelet...?)

Apollo:
(What's going on?)

Apollo:
(My bracelet feels different
somehow...!)

Trucy:
I think Daddy was right!

Trucy:
You can see it, can't you,
Apollo?

Trucy:
You're almost there!  Find the
weak spot in his testimony!

Apollo:
(I know this sounds crazy...)

Apollo:
(But my bracelet is trying
to tell me something!)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- From Shot to Call --
	
	Stickler:
	I could not prevent the
	killer from leaving the
	scene.
	
		(same press)
	
	Stickler:
	Nor could I simply leave the
	scene in good conscience.
	
		(same press)
	
	Stickler:
	Ergo!  I used my cell phone
	to call the police.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		So, you called immediately
		after witnessing the murder?
		
		Stickler:
		The police undoubtedly have
		a record of the call.  Why
		not check with them?
		
		Trucy:
		Wait, Apollo!
		
		Trucy:
		This has to be it!
		
		Apollo:
		Wait, you mean his habit?
		
		Trucy:
		Don't forget, Apollo!
		
		Trucy:
		When he isn't sure about
		something, he has a habit of
		fiddling with his book!
		
		Apollo:
		(The only time he even had
		the book open was here...)
		
		Apollo:
		(Which means this is the place
		to look for this "habit"!)
		
		Apollo:
		I... don't know how I know,
		but I know.
		
		Trucy:
		...Know what?
		
		Apollo:
		It's my bracelet, it's
		different, somehow.
		
		Apollo:
		I can feel it reacting to
		something about the witness!
		
		Trucy:
		Your... bracelet?
		
		Apollo:
		I'm not sure I get this
		"focus" stuff you were talking
		about, Trucy.
		
		Apollo:
		But... I have a feeling that
		trusting my bracelet is the
		way to go.
		
		Apollo:
		(OK, I just need to touch my
		bracelet as it reacts to
		the testimony...)
		
			((Touch))
			
			Apollo:
			Wh-What's going on!?
			
			Apollo:
			(I can see the witness's face,
			his expression so clearly!
			I-It's filling my mind!)
			
			Apollo:
			(I can see nothing else,
			hear nothing else!)
			
			Trucy:
			Apollo?
			
			Apollo:
			Trucy!
			What's happening to me!?
			
			Trucy:
			This is what I meant by
			"focusing".
			
			Apollo:
			Focusing...
			
			Trucy:
			In this state, you can see
			everything, Apollo!  Everything
			the witness does!
			
			Apollo:
			Th-That's great, but this is
			kind of freaking me out!
			
			Trucy:
			Just look for Mr. Stickler's
			twitch -- his habit.
			You remember it, right?
			
			Apollo:
			Sure!  When he says something
			he's not sure of, he fiddles
			with a page of his book.
			
			Trucy:
			You got it!
			Right now, you're looking at
			the witness's face.
			
			Trucy:
			...And your eyes are sort of
			bugging out.
			
			Apollo:
			(I'll bet they are.)
			
			Trucy:
			First, move your focus 
			of attention down to
			Mr. Stickler's hand.
			
			Apollo:
			His hand...?
			
			Trucy:
			You know what to look for
			now, but you have to be
			looking at the right place.
			
			Apollo:
			(She's right.  I can only se
			his face like this...)
			
			Apollo:
			(Time to try changing my
			viewpoint!)
			
			Trucy:
			Perfect!  Now you're really
			ready!
			
			Apollo:
			Ready... for what?
			
			Trucy:
			Ready to perceive the truth
			behind the twitch!
			
			Apollo:
			Perceive...
			
			Trucy:
			Try listening to the witness
			talk as you focus.
			
			Trucy:
			Then watch for his habit.
			
			Apollo:
			Right... You mean when he
			fiddles with the page!
			
			Trucy:
			That's right!  That's your
			signal to look closer, to
			perceive!
			
			Trucy:
			Find his weak spot and I
			guarantee we'll be able to
			give him the Royal Flush!
			
			Apollo:
			Spoken like a true poker
			head's daughter.
			
			Trucy:
			I'm a magician, thank you
			very much.
			
			Apollo:
			(So I have to pay attention
			to his words... and his
			fingers!)
			
			Trucy:
			Don't worry if you miss it,
			you can always try again!
			
			Apollo:
			(Right!  Look out nervous
			twitch, here comes Justice!)
			
			
				((Perceive Wrong))
				
				Apollo:
				*GOTCHA!*
				
				Trucy:
				A-Apollo!  That's not it!
				
				Apollo:
				Huh?  Oh... I guess I'm kind
				of lost here.
				
				Trucy:
				Remember his habit:
				He fiddles with the pages
				of his book!
				
				Trucy:
				The word he's saying right
				when you see his fingers
				twitch is the key!
				
				Apollo:
				(OK, so I have to watch
				for his fingers to move.
				Got it.)
				
				Trucy:
				And don't worry about getting
				it perfect your first time.
				
				Trucy:
				You can always try again!

	
	Stickler:
	Until the police arrived at
	the scene 10 minutes later,
	I saw no one else.
	
		(same press)
	
	Trucy:
	Don't forget, Apollo.  You have
	to focus to perceive the
	truth!
	
	Apollo:
	(I'm not sure I entirely
	understand this just yet.)
	
	Apollo:
	(But I have "perceived"
	one thing...)
	
	Apollo:
	(My bracelet is reacting to
	his testimony... this has to
	be the key!)
	
((Perceive Twitch))
				
Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*
				
Apollo:
............
				
Apollo:
(I... I saw it!
Just now...
I could see it!)

Judge:
M-Mr. Justice?
Do you have something to say?

Stickler:
A-all this b-banging of desks!
I-It's quite bad for my 
circulation, you know.

Apollo:
Mr. Stickler... Allow me to
ask you a simple question.

Apollo:
Why did you fiddle with the
page of your book just now?

Apollo:
...The very moment you
mentioned your cell phone!?

Sticker:
Wh-Wh-What are you talking
about!?

Apollo:
I'm curious now about this
cell phone of yours...

Apollo:
Mind if I ask a few
questions?

Apollo:
(Hmm... What to ask, 
What to ask...)


	[ Ask what model of phone ]
	
	Apollo:
	I was wondering... Can you
	tell me what model of cell
	phone you own?
	
	Stickler:
	Urk!?
	Wh-Why?  Whatever for?
	
	Klavier:
	Why not tell him?  It's not
	some matter of national
	security, I'm sure.
	
	Klavier:
	Nor does it have anything to
	do with this case!  Take it to
	the lobby, gentlemen.
	
	Judge:
	Mr. Justice, our current
	market is flooded with
	generic-brand cell phones.
	
	Judge:
	Please ask questions with a
	little regard for market
	trends, please.
	
	Trucy:
	...Who would have guessed the 
	judge was up on his cell
	phone industry trends?
	
	Apollo:
	Who would have guessed I'd
	get chewed out for asking
	a simple question...?
	
	
	[ Ask for his number ]
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. Stickler... Tell me your
	phone number!
	
	Stickler:
	Urk!?
	Wh-Why?  Whatever for?
	
	Klavier:
	...Why not?  You have something
	against making friends?
	
	Judge:
	...What does this witness's
	cell phone number have to do
	with the case?
	
	Stickler:
	Absolutely nothing!
	
	Stickler:
	This is a... an invasion of
	my privacy!
	
	Judge:
	Hmm...
	
	Judge;
	Seeing you grimace like that
	makes me wonder about your
	cell phone, too.
	
	Judge:
	The witness will present his
	cell phone number to the
	court.
	
	Stickler:
	Waaaugh!
	
	Apollo:
	Trucy... Do you have your cell
	phone?
	
	Trucy:
	Sure do!
	
	Apollo:
	Try dialing the number that
	he gives us.
	
	Trucy:
	You want me to call
	Mr. Stickler's phone?
	
	Judge:
	This... is all highly
	irregular.
	
	Trucy:
	H-Hey!  My pocket's ringing!
	
	Trucy:
	Wait!  This is the phone from
	yesterday!
	
	Apollo:
	Look... a cell phone.
	
	Trucy:
	Someone dropped it beneath
	this tire!
	
	Trucy:
	If the car moved, it would
	be crushed for sure!
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm... I wonder if it belongs
	to the doctor here?
	
	Apollo:
	How strange, Mr. Stickler.
	
	Stickler:
	...!
	
	Apollo:
	Can you explain why your cell
	phone is sitting here in my 
	assistant's hand!?
	
	
	[ Ask to see his phone ]
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. Stickler, please show me
	your cell phone!
	
	Stickler:
	Urk!?
	Wh-Why?  Whatever for?
	
	Apollo:
	Show me, and you'll find out.
	
	Stickler:
	W-Well I can't!  I don't have
	it, you see.
	
	Judge:
	You don't have it...?
	
	Apollo:
	...Mr. Stickler.
	
	Apollo:
	Is this your cell phone?
	
	Stickler:
	Yeeeeow!  Wh-Where did you
	get that!?
	
	Trucy:
	That's the phone from 
	yesterday!
	
	Apollo:
	Look... a cell phone.
	
	Trucy:
	Someone dropped it beneath
	this tire!
	
	Trucy:
	If the car moved, it would
	be crushed for sure!
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm... I wonder if it belongs
	to the doctor here?
	
	Apollo:
	How strange, Mr. Stickler.
	
	Stickler:
	...!
	
	Apollo:
	Can you explain why your cell
	phone is sitting here in my
	hand at this very moment?
	

Judge:
Wait a minute!  What is the
meaning of this!?
	
Apollo:
This cell phone was found
yesterday...
	
Apollo:
...in the Meraktis Clinic
garage!

----------------------------
Cell Phone
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Meraktis Clinic - Garage
Found in the Meraktis Clinic
garage beneath a car.
Property of Wesley Stickler.
----------------------------
	
Judge:
The Meraktis... Why, that's
where the victim lived!
	
Stickler:
Yeeeeeerrgh!
Th-That's impossible!
	
Apollo:
Mr. Stickler, you lied to the
court, didn't you?

Apollo:
If your cell phone is here,
how could you have called
the police!?

Stickler:
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeouk!

Stickler:
It... It's true.  I didn't
have my cell phone that night.

Stickler:
That is why it can be said
that I called the police from
a public pay phone.

Judge:
A pay phone!
So you didn't call on your
cell phone after all...

Apollo:
Just where was this pay
phone located, Mr. Stickler!?

Stickler:
Well, to indicate it with
a startlingly high degree of
accuracy...

Stickler:
...it was right around here.

Judge:
That's... quite a ways from
the park.

Judge;
But... But why did you lie?

Apollo:
There can be only one reason.

Apollo:
He didn't want the court to
know he had lost his cell
phone.

Apollo:
Because it was found...

Apollo:
...in the victim's garage!

Stickler:
Wh-Wh-What are you saying!?

Apollo:
Mr. Stickler...

Apollo:
You broke into the Meraktis
Clinic garage on the night
of the murder!

Apollo:
This cell phone tells all!

Stickler:
B-But that's ridiculous!
That makes it sound like...

Stickler:
Like I snuck into this
fellow's garage to commit
some crime!

Stickler:
As though I were trying to
kill him!

Judge:
Well, Dr. Meraktis was
killed that night.

Stickler:
W-Well y-yes, but no!  This
line of reasoning has to be
against the rules!

Stickler:
Yes, it's true!  I lost my
cell phone!

Stickler:
But you can't prove that I
lost it that night!

Judge:
Hmm...
Well, Mr. Justice?

Judge:
If that cell phone was dropped
the night of the murder...

Judge:
...it does raise considerable
suspicions as to a connection
with the crime.

Trucy:
Now's your chance, Apollo!
Connect Mr. Stickler to the
crime!

Apollo:
Oh, he's already connected
enough.  I just have to
prove it.

Apollo:
(Well... Do I have a piece of
evidence that can do the
job?)

Apollo:
(Can I prove the cell phone
was dropped on the night of
the murder?)


	[ No evidence ]
	
	Apollo:
	(Evidence... If only I had
	some evidence, it'd make this
	whole thing a lot easier.)
	
	Judge:
	Care to explain the lack of
	confidence smeared across
	your face, Mr. Justice?
	
	Klavier:
	Oh, Herr Forehead... I think
	it should be clear by now.
	
	Klavier:
	"No evidence" means "no case".
	
	Apollo:
	(Ack!  I guess this is it,
	then. Time to go for broke!)
	
	
	[ Show evidence ]
	
	Apollo:
	Of course I have evidence!
	
	Klavier:
	Ooh, I like your swagger,
	Herr Forehead.  Hit it.
	
	Judge:
	The court will see this
	evidence.  Mr. Justice,
	"hit it", as they say!
	
	
Apollo:
The evidence that proves
the cell phone was dropped
on the night of the murder is:


	((Present Wrong))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Judge:
	Hmm...
	Well, Prosecutor Gavin?
	
	Klavier:
	No comment, Herr Judge.
	
	Judge:
	No dice, Mr. Justice.
	Penalty.
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo!  Remember where we
	found that cell phone!
	
	Trucy:
	If it had fallen on the ground
	before that night...
	
	Apollo:
	(That's right!  The cell phone
	would have been crushed!)
	
	Apollo:
	Your Honor!
	One more chance, please!
	
	Judge:
	Mr. Justice, keep this up
	and you'll run yourself out
	of a life's worth of chances!
	
	
((Present Mirror))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Judge:
That's... a side-view mirror?

Apollo:
As it so happens...
Dr. Meraktis's car was in
an accident...

Apollo:
...that took place the night
of the murder!

Stickler:
An accident!?

Apollo:
An accident.

Apollo:
It happened a little after
9 PM, just outside People
Park... our murder scene.

Apollo:
Dr. Meraktis's car hit
a pedestrian!

Stickler:
Wh-What are you trying to say?

Apollo:
From the absence of a mirror,
it's clear that the car was
parked after the accident.

Apollo:
Which means it was parked
there after 9 PM on the night
of the murder.

Apollo:
If your cell phone had been
dropped before the car was
parked in that garage...

Apollo:
...then it would have been
crushed.

Apollo:
After all, it was lying on the
ground, right under the wheel!

Stickler:
Urk...

Apollo:
Ergo, Mr. Stickler!

Apollo:
The only time you could have
dropped this in that garage...

Apollo:
...was after 9 PM the night
of the murder in the park!

Stickler:
Weeeeeeeeeeeoooorrgh!

Apollo:
Mr. Stickler!  You know what
this means?

Apollo:
You did break into the
victim's garage that night.

Judge;
This is most unexpected!
Mr. Justice...

Judge:
Are you naming the witness
as a suspet in the murder
of Pal Meraktis!?

Stickler:
N-No, stop!  This is too much!
This can't be happening!

Stickler:
P-P-P-P-Prosecutor!
Say something!

Klavier:
I suppose it is worth saying
this:

Klavier:
No connection has been found
between Wesley Stickler and
Pal Meraktis.

Klavier:
That is, other than this.

Judge:
I believe our next testimony
will be most... revelatory.

Judge:
Is the witness prepared?

Stickler:
Y-Y-Yes, Your Honor!!!

Apollo:
(I know that face... That's
the face of guilt!)

Trucy:
...

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- Stickler's "Truth" --
	
	Stickler:
	That night... Yes!  I went
	to the supermarket.
	
	Stickler:
	I must have dropped my cell
	phone on my way back.
	
	Stickler:
	And when I was walking through
	the park, I happened to
	witness the crime!
	
	Stickler:
	...I saw the killer, the
	victim, the stand... all
	as clear as day!
	
	Stickler:
	It was him!  I saw the
	defendant at the scene!
	
Judge:
Yes... but your cell phone
was lying in a garage.

Stickler:
Ah, yes, well, as you can 
see my model of cell phone
has a defect...

Stickler:
It is given to rolling!  It's
quite a pain when I drop it
alongside the road, you know.

Judge:
...Looks like a normal cell
phone to me.

Judge:
In any case, Mr. Justice, the
cross-examination, please.

Apollo:
(That's funny...)

Apollo:
(My bracelet didn't react at
all during that testimony.)

Trucy:
His nervous habit must not be
acting up...

Trucy:
I didn't sense anything
either, actually.

Trucy:
Looks like you're on your own
this time around!

Apollo:
(Right, no problem... I hope.
Here comes Justice!)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- Stickler's "Truth" --
	
	Stickler:
	That night... Yes!  I went
	to the supermarket.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		So you went shopping.
		Which means...
		
		Apollo:
		...you were holding a grocery
		bag when you witnessed the
		murder taking place?
		
		Stickler:
		Eh!?  W-Well, yes, of course...
		
		Klavier:
		Incidentally, the prosecution
		has received no report of
		this domestic detail.
		
		Judge:
		...Mr. Stickler?  Can you
		explain yourself?
		
		Stickler:
		No!  I mean, yes!  I did go
		shopping, really.
		
		Stickler:
		I walked around the 
		supermarket, trying out the
		free samples...
		
		Stickler:
		It's... a deeply spiritual
		time for me.
		
		Judge:
		I'm sure the store clerks
		would disagree.
		
		Trucy:
		Do you think sampling free
		food counts as a religion?
		
		Stickler:
		In any case!  That night...
		
		Stickler:
		...I sampled to my heart's 
		content, and was on my way
		back home, yes.
	
	Stickler:
	I must have dropped my cell
	phone on my way back.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		That's when you passed in 
		front of the Meraktis Clinic?
		
		Stickler:
		Why... yes.  That's correct.
		
		Trucy:
		That was a pretty suspicious
		pause there.
		
		Apollo:
		Mr. Stickler, do you think
		you could be a bit more
		specific?
		
		Apollo:
		Please show us the exact
		route you took on the night
		of the murder.
		
		Stickler:
		O-Of course.
		
		Stickler:
		The supermarket is here, along
		the main road.
		
		Stickler:
		My way home from there takes
		me past the Meraktis Clinic.
		
		Stickler:
		This is probably when I 
		dropped my cell phone.
		
		Stickler:
		Yet, woe is I, I walked on,
		unaware of my loss!
		
		Stickler
		...And walked right into that
		fateful park.
	
	Stickler:
	And when I was walking through
	the park, I happened to
	witness the crime!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		Which entrance did you enter
		the park from?
		
		Stickler:
		Well, to be exact...
		
		Stickler:
		One might say that I went in
		from the entrance closest to
		the Meraktis Clinic.
		
		Klavier:
		The same entrance our victim
		used.
		
		Apollo:
		Did you notice anything when
		you entered?
		
		Apollo:
		Wheel marks from a noodle
		stand, for instance?
		
		Stickler:
		...I have no recollection of
		such a thing, no.
		
		Stickler:
		Yet, though I might have
		missed the tracks, I could not
		miss what happened next!
		
		Stickler:
		I can a keen observer...
		of the obvious, you might say.
	
	Stickler:
	...I saw the killer, the
	victim, the stand... all
	as clear as day!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		(This part of the testimony
		is the key.  I know it!)
		
		Apollo:
		(Should I press him about
		the killer, the victim,
		or the noodle stand?)
		
		
			[ The killer ]
			
			Apollo:
			Are you sure you remember
			the killer clearly?
			
			Stickler:
			How many times must I repeat
			myself!?
			
			Stickler:
			It was him, that unscrupulous,
			fox-like fellow in the
			defendant's chair!
			
			Stickler:
			He was looking even more
			unscrupulous at the time,
			no less.
			
			Judge:
			Hmm... He does look a bit like
			one of those trickster foxes
			in legends of yore.
			
			Apollo:
			(I guess the victim's identity
			is already old territory...
			Time to ask something new.)
			
			
			[ The victim ]
			
			Apollo:
			You could see the victim
			quite clearly, too?
			
			Stickler:
			Oh, clear as clear can be,
			I assure you.
			
			Apollo:
			I see.  So...
			Um... How'd he look?
			
			Stickler:
			How?  How do you mean, "how"?
			Be specific.
			
			Apollo:
			Um, I mean, in general.
			
			Judge:
			The defense will refrain from
			straining to come up with
			questions.
			
			Judge:
			Find the question that lies
			in your heart and ask that!
			
			Apollo:
			Y-Yes, Your Honor.
			(Great, a judge who moonlights
			as a self-help guru...)
			

			[ The noodle stand ]
			
			Apollo:
			Do you happen to remember the
			noodle stand?
			
			Stickler:
			Quite well, yes!
			
			Stickler:
			For a student of the sciences,
			keen observation and healthy
			curiosity are vital!
			
			Stickler:
			I remember everything!  I could
			even read the sign!
			
			Stickler:
			I believe it said...
			Er...
			
			Stickler:
			"NOODLE".
			.........
			Yes, that was it.
			
			Judge:
			For remembering something
			"quite well" it sure took you
			a while to tell us.
			
			Judge:
			And thank you for telling us
			that a noodle stand sells
			noodles.  Very enlightening.
			
			Judge:
			Well, Mr. Justice?
			
			Apollo:
			(Hmm... What about that sign?
			Could that be important?)
			
			
				[ Not at all ]
				
				Apollo:
				(How could the sign matter at 
				all?  We know it's a noodle
				stand!)
				
				Judge:
				Very well, please continue
				with the testimony!
	
	
				[ Very important ]
				
				Apollo:
				So the sign on the noodle
				stand said "NOODLE"...?
				
				Apollo:
				It appears the defense has
				just obtained a vital piece
				of testimony!
				
				Judge:
				Is this noodle stand's broth
				really that delicious?
				
				Judge:
				I'll have to go sample the
				wares one of these days.
				
				Judge;
				I think that's worth adding to
				the testimony as well.
				
				Stickler:
				...Hmph!
				
				Stickler:
				Whatever sort of noodles that
				stand sells, it can't match
				up to Ivy U.'s cafeteria!
				
				Stickler:
				Some apply to the school
				merely for a taste of our
				Smart Noodles!
				
				Apollo:
				(I wouldn't mind a taste of
				that myself...)
	
	Stickler:
	Why, I even remember the sign
	on the stand the victim was
	pulling!  It said "NOODLE"!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		So the sign said "NOODLE"?
		You're absolutely sure?
		
		Stickler:
		Let me be frank:
		Yes.
		
		Stickler:
		In fact, the word "unsure"
		isn't even in my dictionary!
		Nor the word "uncertain" or...
		
		Apollo:
		(He was wasting time looking
		that stuff up!?)
		
		Judge:
		"NOODLE", eh?  I like that.
		It tells you what you're
		getting, no nonsense.
		
		Apollo:
		(It tells me a lot more than
		that, actually!)
		
		Trucy:
		Why are you smiling like that,
		Apollo?
	
	Stickler:
	It was him!  I saw the
	defendant at the scene!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Are you absolutely sure
		it was the defendant?
		
		Stickler:
		Stop asking me the same
		questions over and over!
		
		Stickler:
		This isn't some kind of
		make-up test!
		
		Trucy:
		What's a "make-up test",
		Apollo?
		
		Apollo:
		Nothing a good student like
		you has to worry about.
		
		Apollo:
		(Time to find his weak spot
		and press it till he breaks!)
	
	Trucy:
	His habit isn't acting up...
	which means he isn't lying.
	
	Apollo:
	(Hmm... I was kind of relying
	on my bracelet to get me
	through this one...)
	
	Trucy:
	But he's pretty unsettled!  The
	odds are really high that you
	can get something out of him!
	
	Apollo:
	That gleam in your eyes...
	You're a gambler's daughter
	through and through.
	
	Trucy:
	I'm a magician, thank you
	very much!
	
((Present Noodle Stand))

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
And you're absolutely sure the
sign read "NOODLE"?

Stickler:
Why, just last week, my
professor offered me this
praise:

Stickler:
"At least you have good
eyesight, Stickler.  I'll
give you that."

Stickler:
...It read, without a doubt,
"NOODLE".

Apollo:
I see...

Stickler:
What?  Why are you looking at
me like that?  Is that... pity
I see in your eyes!?

Apollo:
Let's take a look at our
map, shall we?

Apollo:
So, you're claiming that when
you saw the sign, you were
standing...

Apollo:
Here, was it?  ...Although, it
would've been a bit hard to 
read the sign from this spot.

Stickler:
Y-You think so?

Apollo:
Mr. Stickler.
I'd like you to please take
another look at the stand.

Apollo:
...and to carefully read what
the sign says.

Apollo:
See?  That sign actually states
the name of the stand's owner.

Apollo:
..."ELDOON'S".

Stickler:
E... El... Eld...
Inconceivable!

Stickler:
I'm certain it was definitely
"NOODLE" for sure!  Positive!

Judge:
I'm afraid your professor
was wrong about that eyesight.

Apollo:
I wouldn't be so quick to
jump to that conclusion.

Apollo:
(The sign he saw changes
everything!)

Apollo:
The witness says the sign
said "NOODLE"...


	[ but he saw it wrong. ]
	
	Apollo:
	The answer is quite simple.
	The witness saw the sign
	wrong.
	
	Judge:
	That would seem to be the
	case, yes...
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo!  The only thing that
	changes is the witness's 
	eyesight!
	
	Apollo:
	Eh...?
	
	Trucy:
	OK, so you've proven the
	witness has bad eyesight,
	and is overconfident.
	
	Trucy:
	But that just proves he's a
	bad witness!  It doesn't solve
	the case!
	
	Stickler:
	How rude!  I've not made a
	single mistake, I assure you!
	
	Stickler:
	I am a student of science!
	Errors are not tolerated in
	my field, I'll have you know!
	
	Apollo:
	(What if Mr. Stickler is right
	to be so confident...?)
	
	Apollo:
	(And if he is right about the
	sign... what does that mean
	for the entire case!?)
	
	
	[ and he saw it right. ]
	
	
Apollo:
What would you say if I told
you...
	
Apollo:
...that there is one spot from
which the sign would be read
the way Mr. Stickler claims?
	
Stickler:
What...?
	
Judge:
Mr. Justice!
Show us this spot!
	
Apollo:
The witness actually viewed
the stand from this location!
	
	((Point Anywhere))
		
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
		
	Judge:
	...
	Any thoughts, Prosecutor
	Gavin?
		
	Klavier:
	What, it's my turn to chastise
	the upstart, is it?
		
	Klavier:
	Herr Forehead... Recall what
	you just told the court!
		
	Klavier:
	The sign on the stand reads
	"ELDOON'S", ja?
		
	Klavier:
	How would the witness standing
	where you have indicated
	change anything!?
		
	Apollo:
	......
	Um...
		
	Apollo:
	I picked the wrong place.
		
	Judge:
	Your honesty becomes you,
	Mr. Justice.  However, your
	mistake does not.
		
	Apollo:
	Sorry, Your Honor...
	Do I get another chance?
		
	Judge:
	Tell us, once again, where
	was the witness standing?
		
((Point north of stand))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
The witness was standing...
Here!
On the opposite side!

Judge:
H-How do you know that?

Apollo:
When viewed from the south...

Apollo;
...the sign on the stand reads
"ELDOON'S", as we know.

Apollo:
...However!

Apollo:
Observe the other side of
the stand!

Judge:
Oh!  This side says "NOODLE"!

Apollo:
Exactly!  The name of the stand
is split between the front
and back signs!

Apollo:
Mr. Stickler, you lied to the
court!

Apollo:
You witnessed the crime
from the northern side
of the park, not the south!

Stickler:
Yeeeow!  Y-You got me!

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
...So what.

Apollo:
S-So what!?

Klavier:
What does it matter if he
saw the killing from the
north or the south side?

Klavier:
It makes no difference at
all!

Stickler:
H-He's right!  Travel far
enough to the south, and you
will end up going north!

Stickler:
Viewed on a global scale,
directions are utterly
without meaning!

Apollo:
(...Actually, maybe he's
right.  What does it change?)

Trucy:
It changes everything, Apollo!

Apollo:
Trucy?

Trucy:
Remember his testimony from
before...

Trucy:
Though to be honest, I'm a
little scared of where this
is leading...

Trucy:
The killer and the victim
are facing each other here.

Trucy:
Then, at the moment the
killer raises his weapon...

Trucy:
...Mr. Stickler shouts!

Trucy:
At which point, the victim
turns his head to look...

Trucy:
...and the killer fires his
pistol.

Trucy:
That's why the bullet hit
him in the right temple.

Trucy:
No contradictions, right?

Apollo:
Right... But if Mr. Stickler
was standing on the north
side of the park...

Apollo:
...that reverses the whole
scenario!

Trucy:
Completely!  If Mr. Stickler
shouts from where he is now...

Trucy:
...and the victim looks in
his direction...

Trucy:
...the bullet would have to
hit his left temple!

Judge:
Ah...
Aaaaah!

Trucy:
In other words, someone
standing at point "K"...

Trucy:
...couldn't shoot the victim
in his right temple.
It's impossible!

Judge:
Th-That's right!

Trucy:
So, now that we know that
Mr. Stickler was standing on
the northern side...

Trucy:
...the wound location takes
on an entirely different
meaning!

Klavier:
Indeed... You are absolutely
correct, Fräulein.

Judge:
Wh... What meaning!?

Trucy:
The entry wound was on the
right side of the victim's
head, correct?

Trucy:
Well, the right side of the 
victim's head... is north.

Judge:
North...
Ah!!!

Judge:
But that's where the witness,
Wesley Stickler was standing!

Trucy:
Correct.  So, if he was
standing to the north...

Trucy:
...then the only person here
who could have shot the victim
in the right temple...

Trucy:
...was Mr. Stickler himself!

Stickler:
Yeeeeeeeeeeeooooooo
wwwrgh!

Judge:
Order!  Order!  Order!

Apollo:
(Wow... The apple didn't
fall far from the tree!)

Apollo:
(She's flipped this whole
case on its head while I was
still figuring it out!)

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
...Clarify one point for me
if you would, Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
What now?

Klavier:
Are you truly accusing this
college student...

Klavier:
...of murder?

Apollo:
...!

Apollo:
(Well, I can't say he exactly
looks innocent...)

Apollo:
(But... something still
doesn't feel right.)

Apollo:
(I just can't picture him as
the real killer!)

Stickler:
No, please!  Looks aside, I'm
really a nice guy!

Stickler:
All my friends say so!

Judge:
Let's hear what the defense
has to say.

Apollo:
(What are you going to do now,
Justice!?)

Apollo:
(Should I really accuse
Mr. Stickler!?)


	[ No accusation ]
	
	Apollo:
	...No accusations, Your Honor.
	
	Judge:
	...
	
	Klavier:
	......
	
	Stickler:
	.........
	
	Stickler:
	Well.
	I'm glad that's sorted out.
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo!  You sure you're doing
	the right thing!?
	
	Trucy:
	They'll end up convicting
	Wocky if you let Mr. Stickler
	off the hook!
	
	Apollo:
	Ack!  You think?
	
	Apollo:
	Uh, w-wait, Your Honor!
	Let me rethink that...
	
	Judge:
	If you must...
	
	
	[ Accuse of murder ]
	
	Apollo:
	I accuse Mr. Stickler of
	murder!
	
	Klavier:
	...Are you quite sure,
	Herr Forehead?
	
	Apollo:
	Y-Yes.  Yes!
	
	Klavier:
	"Accuse of murder"...
	Only three words, but a
	very, very long sentence.
	
	Klavier:
	...You have evidence worthy
	of such a bold accusation,
	I hope?
	
	Apollo:
	...
	Um, maybe I'd better think
	this over some more.
	
	Klavier:
	...A wise decision.
	

	[ Accuse of another crime ]
	
	Apollo:
	(...I don't think Wesley
	Stickler is a killer.  But
	he's not innocent, either!)
	
	Apollo:
	(His unusual silence tells
	me that much...)
	
	Apollo:
	...Mr. Stickler!
	You seem unusually quiet...
	
	Apollo:
	Tell us why, now!
	
	Stickler:
	...
	
	Stickler:
	Th-The word "confession" isn't
	in my dictionary!
	
	Klavier:
	Tsk, tsk, tsk, Herr Forehead.
	
	Klavier:
	I'm afraid it falls to you
	to elucidate Herr Stickler's 
	silence.
	
	Judge:
	Mr. Justice, you did say you
	were accusing the witness
	just now...
	
	Judge:
	...for a crime other than
	murder.  Your reason?  The
	court's all ears.
	
	Apollo:
	(Gah!  I know he's guilty of
	something... but what crime
	other than murder is there?)
	
	Apollo:
	(Do I have evidence that shows
	his involvement in some other
	crime...?)
	
	Judge:
	Your evidence?  The court's
	all eyes, Mr. Justice.
	
	Judge:
	Show us evidence that points
	to the witness's involvement
	in a crime!
	
	
		((Present Wrong))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Judge:
		...
		
		Klavier:
		...
		
		Apollo:
		(Something tells me this isn't
		one of those good silences.)
		
		Judge:
		...Something else to say,
		Mr. Justice?
		
		Apollo:
		Um... One more chance?  Please?
		
		Judge:
		...By all means.  But your
		effort wasn't wasted.  Look,
		a brand-new penalty.
		
		Judge:
		Now, please reveal your 
		thoughts to the court.
		
		
((Present Panties))
		
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
The evidence... is this!

Judge:
What!?  Is that...
women's underwear!?

Trucy:
Hey!  Those are mine!

Stickler:
D-Don't look at me like
thaaaaaat!!!

Judge:
Order!  Order!  Order!!!

Judge:
...Mr. Stickler.  While I can't
say this comes as a shock...

Stickler:
I-It's not what it seems!
By Pythagorilla's Theorem,
I swear it!

Apollo:
On the night of the murder,
just past 9 PM...

Apollo:
A young girl catches a 
panty-snatcher red-handed!

Apollo:
Bravely, she gives chase, but
the snatcher flees...

Apollo:
...and hides himself in no
other place than the Meraktis
Clinic garage!

Judge:
Ah ha!

Apollo:
Incidentally...

Apollo:
...these panties were found in
the exhaust pipe of the car
there.

Apollo:
Presumably, he was trying to
hide the evidence of his
crime.

Apollo:
Ergo!  While you may not be
a murderer...

Apollo:
...you are guilty of
panty-snatching in the
first degree!

Stickler:
Please!  Here me out!  It's
not what it looks like!!!

Judge:
Order!  Order!  Order!!!

Judge:
Mr. Stickler.
You should be ashamed!

Stickler:
It's... not... what... it...

Stickler:
seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

Stickler:
...eeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeee...

Stickler:
...eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeems... *gasp*

Judge:
So, are we to understand that
you were silent not because
you were guilty of murder...

Judge:
...but because you lacked the
courage to admit your theft
of this girl's undergarments?

Stickler:
Ahem.  Perhaps you are not
aware that my school's name
was originally written "IV"!

Stickler:
"I" stands for "Intelligent",
"V" stands for "Valiant"!
See!?

Judge:
...Your point?

Stickler:
I'm not done!  Now, I'm a major
in the Science Department...

Stickler:
...and what does science teach
if not curiosity!?

Stickler:
Yes, we of the Ivy U.
Science Department are
valiantly curious!

Stickler:
No challenge is too daunting,
and what greater challenge
to science than a mystery!?

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
C'mon!  You're talking about
a girl's panties here!

Stickler:
No!  You do not understand!
A mystery is the unknown, and
the unknown is unacceptable!

Stickler:
And, my friends, when it comes
to mysteries, those panties
are the promised land!

Stickler:
From the moment I first laid
eyes on them, I was compelled
to investigate... for science!

Stickler:
A full-sized car tire was
only the first mystery those
panties revealed!

Apollo:
A... tire?

Stickler:
Yes!  I saw her do it!
She pulled a tire out
of those panties!

Stickler:
But that's not all!  First,
there was the tire, then a
stewpot, and a frozen chicken!

Stickler:
One mystery after another!
It was... It was magic!

Trucy:
Oh, I remember now!

Trucy:
He's one of the regulars in
the audience at the Wonder
Bar!

Apollo:
Huh...?

Trucy:
He's talking about my
Magic Panties trick!

Stickler:
I just don't understand...

Stickler:
A broom... from a pair
of panties?  It mocks the
very laws of physics...

Apollo:
A broom... and a frozen
chicken, Trucy?

Apollo:
What ever happened to
doves and bunny rabbits?

Judge:
M-Mr. Stickler!

Judge:
You stole this girl's panties
to understand a magic trick?

Stickler:
You say "panties" but they
are so much more than that!

Stickler:
For me, they are an object
for serious study!

Klavier:
...I wonder...

Klavier:
There has been a recent
rash of panty-snatchings
in the area...

Klavier:
...Were they all you?

Stickler:
I... I am sorry.
But I did it for science!

Stickler:
Each time I spied a pair of
panties flapping in the
breeze, I thought maybe!

Stickler:
Maybe this would be the pair
that would elucidate the 
mystery...

Stickler:
Even that night as she chased
me through the streets, I
wept tears of joy!

Stickler:
Perhaps this is the night that
I will seize the truth that
lies within those panties!

Stickler:
Yet woe was I!  For once again
the lacy heart-patterned truth
slipped through my fingers a--

Judge:
Still, that leaves one
thing unexplained.

Klavier:
Ah, you refer to our witness's
other lie, yes?

Klavier:
The witness claimed he saw
the crime from the south, but
was in fact, in the north.

Judge:
Indeed.

Judge:
Would anyone care to explain
why he lied about that?

Stickler:
...

Klavier:
Be my guest, Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
...Me!?

Klavier:
Did I not hear you correctly?

Klavier:
Did you not say you "do not
accuse the witness of murder"?

Apollo:
...!

Klavier:
Why, then, did the witness lie
about his location at the time
of the shooting?

Klavier:
...Or have you no idea?

Trucy:
Apollo...

Trucy:
Ther'es something about the
way the diagram is arranged
right now...

Trucy:
When you think about it, right
near where Mr. Stickler was
standing... Isn't there a...?

Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?
What say you?

Judge:
Do you have any evience to
show why the witness lied
about his location?

	((Present Wrong))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Judge:
	...
	
	Judge:
	I fail to see how this
	evidence relates to our
	witness's fabrication...
	
	Apollo:
	As do I!  But I'm sure it
	does!  Somehow!  Somewhere!
	
	Judge:
	...It appears the fabrication
	was yours, Mr. Justice.
	
	Judge:
	Penalty!
	
	Apollo:
	(Somebody help...)
	
	Judge:
	You're welcome to show us
	another piece of evidence.
	
((Present Bloomers))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
The evidence that shows why
he lied... is this.

Judge:
What!?  More panties!?

Klavier:
How many panties are you
carrying in your pocket,
Herr Forehead?

Apollo:
These are the last!!!  Honest!!!

Apollo:
These were found in a
trash can at the park.

Apollo:
Looking at the diagram...

Apollo:
...we can see that the
trash can was right next to
where the witness stood.

Judge:
Mr. Stickler... You didn't...

Stickler:
Alas!  I'm a failure as a
scientist!

Stickler:
I can't unravel the mysteries
of the universe!  I can't even
unravel a pair of panties!

Judge:
So... these panties are you
handiwork as well...?

Stickler:
Th... That night, I had been
chased, hounded into the
Meraktis Clinic garage...

Stickler:
Weeping in frustration, I was
forced to abandon my prize!

Stickler:
Don't you see how I felt!?

Apollo:
...Believe me, I'd rather
not.

Stickler:
I hid in the garage for a
short while...

Stickler:
Then, abandoning the panties,
I made for home.

Stickler:
To avoid the office where the
girl works, I went towards the
south entrance...

Stickler:
...when I saw them hanging
there on a clothesline by
a giant mansion...

Stickler:
...A giant pair of panties!

----------------------------
Little Plum's Bloomers
Type: Other
Retrieved from
People Park.
Found in a trash can at
People Park.  Stolen by
Wesley Stickler.
----------------------------

Apollo:
(Apparently he didn't know
those bloomers belonged to 
the mob...)

Stickler:
I had them, safe in my pocket,
ready to take home...

Stickler:
...when I stumbled upon a
murder.

Apollo:
The murder of Dr. Meraktis.

Stickler:
I reported what I had seen,
but as I waited for the police
to arrive... I got scared.

Stickler:
What if they searched me!?

Apollo:
That's when you disposed
of the bloomers?

Stickler:
Yes... it was a severe blow
to the progress of science,
but one that had to be born.

Judge:
A fascinating, if disturbing
tale.

Judge:
I believe this brings today's
proceedings to a close.

Judge:
And I'm more than pleased to
dismiss this witness for the
remainder of the trial.

Klavier:
One last thing, if I might.

Judge:
Yes, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
Regardless of where we ended
today, some vital points were
made.

Klavier:
Namely, that the defendant,
Wocky Kitaki, was at the
scene of the crime.

Klavier:
And... he was pointing a
weapon at the victim.

Klavier:
...One more thing.

Klavier:
Wocky Kitaki has a clear
motive.

Judge:
Indeed, the defendant Wocky
Kitaki is still the prime
suspect in this case.

Judge:
The only suspect, in fact.
Assuming there was no one else
on the scene at the time.

Judge:
Yet, a mystery remains...

Judge:
The location of the wound in
the victim's right temple has
yet to be explained.

Judge:
The court requests further
investigation from both the
defense and prosecution.

Klavier:
...Ja, baby.

Apollo:
...No problem!

Judge:
Very well.  This brings the
trial for the day to a close.

Judge:
Court is adjourned!

			To be continued.

				
============================
Episode 2
Turnabout Corner
Day 2: Investigation    -20203-
============================
				
---
June 16, 2:23 PM
Wright Anything Agency
---

Apollo:
...What a train wreck that
was.

Apollo:
I'm glad we made it out of
that trial alive.

Trucy:
Really?  I had fun!

Trucy:
And Wocky made it through
the day, too!

Apollo:
...Everyone was too obsessed
with panties to bother with
the real case.

Trucy:
But it was good publicity!
Imagine the crowd at my
show tonight!

Trucy:
You should come, Polly!

Apollo:
Yeah...

Trucy:
The Amazing Mr. Hat will be
making an appearance!

Mr. Hat:
Hi, folks!  I'll be here all
week!

Apollo:
That's about enough of him.

Alita:
Hello...?

Trucy:
Ah!  Ms. Tiala!

Alita:
Thank you for today.
The trial... went well.

Apollo:
Oh, right!  No problem!

Alita:
Do you think Wocky will be OK?

Apollo:
(Well, he's not guilty...
yet.)

Alita:
Please, you have to help him!

Alita:
We're supposed to get married
next month...

Apollo:
Oh, congratulations!

Apollo:
(Gah, way to put the pressure
on a guy...)

Alita:
Please let me know if there's
anything I can do to help!


	=Examine Spaghetti=
	
	Apollo:
	A dish of plastic spaghetti
	like some restaurants put on
	display.
	
	Apollo:
	Where did you get this, 
	anyway?
	
	Trucy:
	It was a birthday present
	from Daddy!
	
	Trucy:
	I was so happy... You don't
	know how long I wanted one
	of these!
	
	Trucy:
	I fell asleep with it,
	cradled in my arms, and
	the spaghetti bent!
	
	Apollo:
	(Mental note: What she really
	wants for her next birthday:
	A bowl of plastic food...)
	
	
	=Examine Piano=
	
	Apollo:
	There are all sorts of strange
	paraphernalia sitting on top
	of the piano.
	
	Apollo:
	It seems a shame to have all 
	these props and not do a trick
	or two.
	
	Trucy:
	You asked for it!
	
	Mr. Hat:
	Heeeey, Mr. Righteous, was it?
	Wakka wakka!
	
	Trucy:
	"Justice", Mr. Hat!
	"Apollo Justice".
	
	Mr. Hat:
	Just is?  Apollo just is what?
	That's what I want to know!
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, you're hopeless!
	
	Apollo:
	...Please, make it stop.
	
	Trucy:
	Just let me know if you ever
	want a visit from Mr. Hat!
	
	Apollo:
	Any other trick but that one,
	please...
	
	
	=Examine Portrait=
	
	Apollo:
	An old, sepia-tone photograph
	of a man in a silk hat.
	
	Apollo:
	His outfit looks a lot like
	Trucy's, come to think of it.
	
	Trucy:
	Aren't those clothes the best?
	I had mine made to match!
	
	Trucy:
	If you're going to be a 
	magician, you gotta look
	the part!
	
	Apollo:
	(Trucy is big on appearances,
	I've found...)
	
	
	=Examine Split Box=
	
	Apollo:
	Those boxes frighten me.
	
	Trucy:
	I bet I'm the first magician
	to figure out these make great
	shelves!
	
	Apollo:
	(She does seem to be putting
	them to good use...)
	
	Apollo:
	But, if you ever want to put
	it back together, you have to
	take everything off.
	
	Trucy:
	...
	
	Trucy:
	Don't worry, I'll clean it up
	soon... and then we'll try
	cutting you up!
	
	Apollo:
	Th-Thanks, but I'll pass.
	
	
	=Examine Hat=
	
	Apollo:
	A blue silk top hat, just like
	the one Trucy's wearing.
	
	Trucy:
	It's my trademark color!
	"Trucy Blue"!
	
	Apollo:
	I don't think you can
	trademark the color blue.
	
	Trucy:
	Standing out is everything
	when you're up on stage!
	
	Trucy:
	Bet you didn't know you've got
	your own color, too, Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	"Crimson Justice"!
	
	Apollo:
	You make me sound like some
	second-rate superhero.
	
	Trucy:
	At least it's better than
	being a first-rate super zero!
	
	
	=Examine Plant=
	
	Apollo:
	It's Charley, the houseplant.
	
	Apollo:
	They've had it for years,
	apparently.
	
	Trucy:
	That's "Mr. Charley" to you!
	He's been here longer, after
	all.
	
	Apollo:
	...Right, sorry.
	
	Trucy:
	I'm sorry, Mr. Charley.
	He was raised by a tribe of
	heathens.
	
	Apollo:
	(She's saying something to the
	plant as she waters it...)
	
	Trucy:
	Mr. Charley forgives you.
	This time.
	
	Apollo:
	...Is there anything else
	I might do to please His
	High Leafiness?
	
	
	=Examine Bookshelf=
	
	Apollo:
	Some magic books are mixed
	in with the law books here.
	
	Apollo:
	The magic books all look
	well-used, but the law books
	are just gathering dust.
	
	Apollo:
	...I feel kinda sorry for
	them.  Maybe I'll read some
	next time I'm around.
	
	
	=Examine Magic Table=
	
	Apollo:
	A hot water pot sits on a
	magic table.
	
	Apollo:
	Why is the stand for this
	table so flimsy looking?
	
	Trucy:
	...Hmm.  Maybe it looks better
	that way?
	
	Apollo:
	...I was hoping for a more
	professional explanation.
	
	Trucy:
	Well...
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe to show that there's
	no tricks involved?
	
	Apollo:
	...
	Not bad.
	
	Trucy:
	I still think it's just that
	it looks better that way.
	
	
	=Examine Hula Hoop=
	
	Apollo:
	A giant hoop used to levitate
	people.
	
	Apollo:
	So, tell me, how does it work?
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo...
	
	Trucy:
	Don't you know you should
	never ask a magician to
	explain a trick?
	
	Trucy:
	I mean, you're hardly better
	than Mr. Stickler!
	
	Apollo:
	Hey, I object to being
	placed in the same category
	as that panty-snatcher.
	
	Trucy:
	Enjoy the mystery!  That's the
	way to appreciate magic.
	
	
	=Present Anything=
	
	Alita:
	I'm sorry, I don't know much
	about the case.
	
	Alita:
	I... I feel so helpless.
	You're my only hope.
	
	Alita:
	Please, help my Wocky-Pocky...
	
	
	=Talk -> Marriage=
	
	Apollo:
	Are you sure about marrying
	into the Kitaki Family...?
	
	Alita:
	I'm fine with it.  And I love
	Wocky with all my heart.
	
	Trucy:
	Aw, that's so sweet!
	
	Apollo:
	So it doesn't bother you that
	you'll be, erm...
	
	Apollo:
	...Married to the mob?
	
	Alita:
	I don't think so...
	
	Alita:
	My parents are against it,
	of course.
	
	Trucy:
	Say!  Where did you and Wocky
	first meet, anyway?
	
	Apollo:
	(Good question...)
	
	Apollo:
	(Ms. Tiala doesn't look like
	the type to have gangster
	connections...)
	
	Alita:
	Oh... We met at my old job,
	actually.
	
	Trucy:
	Ah, office romance!
	
	Alita:
	...
	
	Apollo:
	(She's not very forthcoming
	with information about
	herself, is she?)
	
	
	=Talk -> The Kitakis=
	
	Alita:
	Did you know that the boss
	is trying to get out of the
	"business"?
	
	Apollo:
	R-Really?
	(Mr. Kitaki wants to quit
	being a gangster!?)
	
	Alita:
	He's trying to transfer his
	assets into a normal company.
	
	Alita:
	He only announced it recently,
	out of the blue...
	
	Alita:
	I hear there's quite a lot
	of confusion in the ranks.
	
	Apollo:
	(Hmm.  I wonder if this
	explains that apron?)
	
----------------------------
Winfred Kitaki
Age: 56
Gender: Male
4th Boss of the Kitaki Family.
Wocky's father.  Trying to get
out of the gangster business.
----------------------------
	
	Apollo:
	...I can't imagine Wocky
	going along with that.
	
	Alita:
	Hee hee.  He's highly
	motivated, isn't he?
	
	Apollo:
	Um, that's not the word I
	would have used.
	
	Alita:
	He said, "I'll be the next
	Big Boss, and keep the Family
	alive."
	
	Alita:
	I think he's at that age
	when boys want to make a
	mark on the world.
	
	Apollo:
	(That's not the way I would
	have put it...)
	
	Alita:
	His father moves in a lot
	of circles... He's really
	focused on profits.
	
	Alita:
	The Kitaki Family's been
	making a killing recently!
	
	Apollo:
	(Again, not the way I would
	have put it...)
	
	Alita:
	But Wocky says it's not about
	the money.  They have the
	gangster tradition to uphold.
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh, a generation gap!
	
	Trucy:
	They've even got the ever
	classic "what about the family
	business" thing going...
	
	Apollo:
	Usually, it's the father
	worried about tradition...
	
	
	=Talk -> Wocky's operation=
	
	Apollo:
	Can I ask you a question
	about Wocky?
	
	Apollo:
	I understand he was
	operated on by the
	victim, Dr. Meraktis.
	
	Alita:
	Apparently, yes.
	
	Wocky:
	I was in his clinic 'bout
	half a year ago.  He messed
	up my op something bad.
	
	Wocky:
	And then he just lets me go,
	without a word.  See ya later,
	bye!
	
	Wocky:
	So I gotta go in, get another
	doc to patch me up again!
	
	Alita:
	...Yes, it sounded horrible.
	
	Alita:
	Wocky has always been fond
	of fighting, I'm afraid...
	
	Apollo:
	I'm not sure it qualifies
	as "fighting" when pistols
	are involved.
	
	Trucy:
	Mr. Gavin was saying his life
	might be in danger, wasn't he?
	
	Alita:
	N-No, that can't be right!
	I'm sure he was just trying
	to scare us.
	
	Trucy:
	It's scary to think that
	a surgeon might make a
	mistake...
	
	Trucy:
	...but it's even scarier when
	he tries to hide it!
	
	Apollo:
	(I'd like to know a little
	more about this "operation".)
	
	Apollo:
	(Maybe it's time to pay the
	Meraktis Clinic a visit.)
	
	
Alita:
I should be getting home now.

Alita:
Wocky's in your hands,
Mr. Justice.

Apollo:
R-R-Right!
L-L-L-Leave it to me!

Trucy:
Apollo, I think you're only
making her more nervous...

Apollo:
Sorry!  I'm new at this, OK?

Alita:
Tee hee.  It's alright.
I believe in you.


=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=


	=Examine Bottle=
	
	Apollo:
	A bottle of Mr. Wright's
	favorite brand of grape juice.
	
	Apollo:
	Me?  I haven't been able to
	touch the stuff since that
	first case.
	
	Apollo:
	...Not a problem for
	Mr. Wright, apparently.
	
	
	=Examine Piano=
	
	Apollo:
	A toy piano, one that might
	be played by a child.
	
	Apollo:
	Correction: A pink toy piano.
	I guess the man likes pink.
	Nothing wrong with that.
	
	
	=Examine DVDs=
	
	Apollo:
	A swaying, spiraling stack
	of DVD cases.
	
	Apollo:
	Better stay away or it'll
	become a crashing cascading
	cavalcade of DVD cases.
	
	
	=Examine Bed=
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. Wright's bed.
	My, it's messy.
	
	Apollo:
	Trucy must clean up after him
	at home.
	
	
	=Examine TV=
	
	Apollo:
	The TV's been left on.  Hmm...
	Looks like the Steel Samurai's
	in a spot of trouble.
	
	Apollo:
	I'm sure he'll come back to
	win in the end.  Mr. Wright
	likes those kind of stories.
	
	
=Move -> People Park=


	=Examine Mannequin=
	
	Apollo:
	A mannequin put in place of
	the body.  I think I've seen
	him by the police station.
	
	Apollo:
	The way he's forced to look at
	the ground now, day in and day
	out... It's kind of sad.
	
	
	=Examine Knife=
	
	Apollo:
	A knife is sticking straight
	into the ground.
	
	Apollo:
	Remember what Wesley Stickler
	said in the trial today...
	
	Apollo:
	Wocky was very likely pointing
	this at the victim.
	
	Trucy:
	...Like he wanted to kill him.
	
	Apollo:
	(Yeah, that's the problem.)
	
	
	=Examine Trash Can=
	
	Apollo:
	A trash can sits next to the
	path here.
	
	Trucy:
	And I guess now we know it was
	Mr. Stickler who hid Little
	Plum's bloomers here, huh?
	
	Apollo:
	That's right, Trucy.  And what
	a web of lies grew from that
	one little act.
	
	Trucy:
	I can still remember that
	moment...
	
	Trucy:
	You brandished those bloomers
	on high, and shouted...
	"Objection!"
	
	Apollo:
	...Here's what I want you to
	do, Trucy.
	
	Apollo:
	Take that memory, gently
	lock it away deep in your
	heart, and never speak of it.
	
	
	=Examine Tarps=
	
	Apollo:
	Blue plastic tarps cover the
	ground around the stand.
	
	Apollo:
	They were apparently put here
	to preserve the crime scene.
	
	
	=Examine Stand=
	
	Apollo:
	Poor Mr. Eldoon.  His stand's
	been standing here since this
	whole thing started.
	
	Trucy:
	It almost looks at home here
	in the park now.
	
	Trucy:
	I think it should be made into
	a playhouse for children!
	
	Apollo:
	I think its owner would
	disagree.
	
	
=Move -> Detention Center=

---
June 16
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---

Trucy:
Hmm... Looks like Wocky's
out for questioning.

Apollo:
I really need to talk to him.
I guess we'll come back later.

Guard:
Excuse me.

Apollo:
Yes?

Guard:
The other suspect is all
through with questioning, sir.

Trucy:
The other... Ah!  You mean
the panty-snatcher!?

Apollo:
...Wesley Stickler.
(So they arrested him, too?)

Apollo:
Alright.  Let's have a little
chat with Mr. Stickler.
(I hope I don't regret this.)

Trucy:
He is a valuable witness!

Apollo:
(He is a bit "precious", I'll
give him that.)

Stickler:
Please, keep this brief, if
you would.  I'm quite busy.

Stickler:
I need to finish this paper...
Nyurk!  I-It's you!!!

Apollo:
...Mr. Stickler.  We'd like to
have a few words with you.

Stickler:
......

Stickler:
...Very well.  As long as
they're few.

Apollo:
(Nothing would make me
happier, believe me.)


	=Present Panties=
	
	Stickler:
	Th-That's it!  The mystery!
	The unanswerable riddle!
	
	Trucy:
	Actually, they're just a
	normal pair of panties.
	
	Stickler:
	Wh-What!?
	How is that possible?
	
	Trucy:
	It just takes practice,
	that's all.
	
	Stickler:
	Then you must teach me!
	You must!
	
	Stickler:
	To think, if I could produce
	a pencil, an eraser, a text
	book, and a lunch...
	
	Stickler:
	...all from a pair of panties!
	My life would be complete!
	
	Apollo:
	(He's serious, isn't he.)
	

	=Present Other=
	
	Apollo:
	...
	
	Apollo:
	(...Fine, ignore my evidence.
	See if I care.)
	
	Apollo:
	(I wonder what he's thinki...
	On second thought, let's
	not go there.)
	
	
	=Talk -> Panty-snatcher=
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. Stickler.
	On the night of the murder,
	you stole...
	
	Stickler:
	Wait!  I can't help but feel
	that I'm being misunderstood.
	
	Apollo:
	...How, exactly?
	
	Stickler:
	Yes, that night, I obtained
	a pair of panties, it's true.
	
	Stickler:
	However!  It was my burning
	curiosity that drove me to
	do it!  Nothing more!
	
	Trucy:
	You wanted to know the trick
	to my panties, right?
	
	Stickler:
	Y-You're here, too!?
	
	Trucy:
	...?
	
	Stickler:
	Oh, Great Trucy!  Teach me!
	
	Trucy:
	Eh!?
	
	Stickler:
	I must know the secret of
	your panties!
	
	Stickler:
	My very existence hangs in
	the balance!
	
	Stickler:
	Please, make me your
	apprentice!
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo!
	Help!
	
	Apollo:
	I dunno, I think he'd make
	a great "lovely assistant".
	
	Trucy:
	Don't say that, Apollo...


	=Talk -> What you witnessed=
	
	Apollo:
	Could you relate what you
	saw the night of the murder
	to us one more time?
	
	Stickler:
	...Why not.  Though it hardly
	differs from the testimony
	I gave in court.
	
	Stickler:
	The defendant was there in
	the park that night, of this
	I'm quite certain.
	
	Stickler:
	He was pointing a pistol...
	or something like that at
	the victim!
	
	Stickler:
	That's when I shouted "Stop,
	you two!  Let's resolve this
	like gentlemen!"
	
	Stickler:
	...And the next moment, a shot
	was fired.
	
	Apollo:
	And this is all true?
	Really?
	
	Stickler:
	My panties are gone.
	My innermost heart revealed.
	
	Stickler:
	What further reason could I
	possibly have to lie?
	
	Apollo:
	(I can't think of anything
	he'd want to hide more than
	panty-snatching, true.)
	
	Trucy:
	It sounds like Wocky was at
	the scene of the crime,
	after all.
	
	Apollo:
	How I wish it weren't so.
	
	
=Move -> Wright Anything Agency=

	
	=Present Panties=
	
	Trucy:
	Aren't my panties amazing?
	They were a big hit in court.
	
	Apollo:
	(They were the star player of
	the day, that's true.)
	
	Trucy:
	What should I show them
	in court tomorrow?
	
	Apollo:
	(If only I could count on
	panties to save the day
	every day...)
	
	
	=Talk -> The case=
	
	Trucy:
	If everything that
	panty-snatcher said was
	true...
	
	Trucy:
	...it doesn't put Wocky in a
	very good position, does it?
	
	Apollo:
	He was at the scene of the
	crime, that's pretty clear.
	
	Apollo:
	(There's got to be a different
	angle on this...)
	
	Trucy:
	Well, let's get investigating!
	
	Trucy:
	No time like the present!
	
	
	=Talk -> Any leads?=
	
	Apollo:
	So?
	Any leads?
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm...
	One moment...
	
	Trucy:
	...
	Shazam!
	Allakhazam!
	
	Apollo:
	(Whoa!  Evidence keeps flying
	out of nowhere!)
	
	Trucy:
	Ta da!  That's all!
	Neat, huh?
	
	Apollo:
	...Yeah, real neat.
	(*sigh*)
	
	
=Move -> Eldoon's House=

---
June 16
Eldoon's House
---

Trucy:
Hey, it's Mr. Eldoon!
Oh Mr. Eldooooon!

Guy:
...Hrmph.

Trucy:
What's wrong?

Guy:
...So, you found my stand.

Guy:
That's why I'm here.
To thank you.

Trucy:
Ah.

Guy:
But now it's a crime scene
and they won't let me have
it back!!!

Guy:
That's also why I'm here.
I got no other place to go.

Apollo:
Ah... I see.

Guy:
How can a noodle stand be a
crime scene, that's what
I don't get, Trucy-doll!

Guy:
Even in death he's after my
neck, I tell ya!  Bah!

Guy:
Can't even cook an honest
noodle...

Apollo:
"He"...?

Trucy:
"Even in death"... You mean
the victim, Dr. Meraktis?

Guy:
I tell ya.

Guy:
It's enough to drive a man
to make his soup even saltier.

Apollo:
(Remind me never to eat his
noodles when he's in a bad
mood...)


	=Examine Oil Drum=
	
	Apollo:
	An oil drum for catching
	rainwater.
	
	Apollo:
	...Ack!  A flock of crows just
	flew over and... That's gross!
	
	Apollo:
	Their aim was uncanny...
	almost as if they'd been
	practicing here a long time.
	
	
	=Examine Bowl=
	
	Apollo:
	A lone Eldoon's Noodles bowl
	lies on the ground.
	
	Apollo:
	The lone bowl, tipped on its
	side... It's kind of surreal.
	
	Apollo:
	You'd think he would have
	picked it up by now.
	
	
	=Examine Clinic=
	
	Apollo:
	The front entrance to the
	Meraktis Clinic.
	
	Apollo:
	The walls and posts are so
	highly polished I can see
	my face in them.
	
	Apollo:
	...Wait.
	My hairdo's a little flat.
	
	Apollo:
	...There.
	Perfect.
	
	
	=Touch Left Arrow=
	
	Trucy:
	Well, we've got to check out
	this clinic, that's for sure.
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah, but what about the 
	guard?
	
	Trucy:
	No harm in asking!
	
	Trucy:
	Um, excuse me!
	
	Officer:
	Hey, it's you two from
	yesterday!
	
	Apollo:
	(That's the same officer that
	was standing out by the
	park yesterday!)
	
	Officer:
	Your business is over in the
	park, isn't it?  The clinic's
	off limits.  It's not involved.
	
	Trucy:
	B-But...!
	
	Officer:
	What part of "off limits"
	do you not understand?
	
	Officer:
	Show me proof that the clinic
	is connected to the incident
	in the park, or beat it.
	
	Apollo:
	(No harm in asking...
	No gain either.)
	
	Apollo:
	(No point in sticking around
	here, I guess.)
	
	
	=Present Stand=
	
	Guy:
	That's right, sonny!  When're
	you bringing my stand home!?
	
	Guy:
	I'm ready.  Can't you see I'm
	ready!?
	
	Apollo:
	(I guess...)
	
	Guy:
	Until that stand is back home,
	the case is not closed!  You
	hear me!?
	
	Apollo:
	(I think I'll avoid talking
	about his stand in the
	future.)
	
	
	=Talk -> The noodle stand=
	
	Guy:
	That stand... For generations,
	it's served up the very best
	noodles us Eldoons could make.
	
	Guy:
	A tradition of noodles and
	salty broth.
	
	Guy:
	It's more than a stand, it's
	history, I tell you.
	
	Apollo:
	(Watch what you say or it
	might become true...)
	
	Trucy:
	That's a great story,
	Mr. Eldoon!
	
	Trucy:
	A single stand, passed down
	from generation to generation!
	
	Guy:
	'Course, to be honest...
	I didn't plan on doing it.
	
	Trucy:
	That's right.  You said
	something about that.
	
	Trucy:
	About you "rebelling" against
	your pops, was it?
	
	Guy:
	Good memory, Trucy-doll.
	
	Guy:
	Aye, I was a go-getter back
	in my day...
	
	Guy:
	Until my friend next door
	butted in.
	
	Guy:
	In the end, I was left with
	nothing but this dusty old
	stand to earn my fortune.
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. Eldoon, I don't mean to
	pry...

	Apollo:
	...but what exactly did you do
	before you became a chef?

	Guy:
	Bah!
	Let old noodles lie, that's
	what I say.

	Apollo:
	(I'm starting to get an idea
	of what he did, anyway.)

	Guy:
	He stole my dreams and left
	me with nothin' but noodles.

	Guy:
	And now I don't even have
	that!	
	
	
	=Talk -> Meraktis Clinic=
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. Eldoon, if I might ask...
	
	Apollo:
	What exactly happened between
	you and the Meraktis Clinic?
	
	Guy:
	Eh?  Eh!?
	
	Apollo:
	I couldn't help but sense
	enmity there...
	
	Guy:
	Enmity?  I hate 'im!
	
	Guy:
	Er.  Hated.  Him actin' like
	he smells like roses when
	he's rollin' in mud!
	
	Apollo:
	Excuse me?
	
	Guy:
	He's the only doctor at that
	clinic, you know.  Pretty
	impressive, eh?
	
	Guy:
	I'll tell you the secret to
	his success... The mob!
	
	Apollo:
	You mean... the Kitaki Family?
	
	Guy:
	They're always having one of
	them "turf wars" or whatnot.
	
	Guy:
	Always an injury or two that
	needs fixing.  Meraktis saw
	a chance for some business.
	
	Guy:
	So he started giving the
	Kitaki Family a good deal...
	
	Apollo:
	A deal...?
	
	Guy:
	Every fifth operation for
	free!
	
	Guy:
	He stole the idea from my 
	pops!  One free bowl of noodles
	a week, he used to say.
	
	Trucy:
	Can a doctor just decide to
	do that?  What about the
	insurance companies...?
	
	Guy:
	Oh, no doubt it's illegal.
	But, it got him in good with
	the Family.
	
	Guy:
	Pretty soon he was getting
	all the business in town.
	
	Guy:
	Leavin' me here, in the dark!
	
	Guy:
	Up t'my neck in soupy
	noodles!
	
	Apollo:
	(I think I've figured out
	Mr. Eldoon's former
	occupation...)
	
	Trucy:
	Can't hurt to ask, Apollo!
	

	=Talk -> Eldoon's past=
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. Eldoon... or should
	I say "Dr. Eldoon"...
	
	Guy:
	Figured it out, did ya?
	
	Guy:
	That's right, I was a doctor.
	A surgeon... until the year
	before last.
	
	Trucy:
	So Mr. Meraktis was your
	rival?
	
	Guy:
	...You like those onions they
	put in the soup broth?
	
	Apollo:
	Um, yeah, kind of.
	
	Guy:
	You take a spoon, you drink
	some broth... Those onions
	will find their way in there.
	
	Guy:
	For people who like 'em, why
	that's just fine.  For people
	who hate 'em...
	
	Guy:
	...I hate onions.
	Hate 'em!
	
	Guy:
	Always sneaking in from the
	side, gettin' in the way of
	a good tastin' spoonful.
	
	Guy:
	Well, that's what he was.
	An onion!  Onion-boy, that's
	what I called 'im.
	
	Apollo:
	So... you weren't exactly
	friends.
	
	Guy:
	Hah!  Me 'n Pal Meraktis...
	
	Guy:
	Ever since pre-school we were
	getting in each other's face.
	
	Guy:
	No matter what I did, sure
	enough, he'd come followin'
	along.
	
	Guy:
	Then he'd do it better than
	me.  Just blow right past
	without so much as a "howdy".
	
	Apollo:
	...I see.
	
	Guy:
	That's right!  I was a surgeon
	long before he was, you know.
	
	Guy:
	Then that no-good onion-boy
	comes along...
	
	Apollo:
	Well, Trucy, looks like we
	found ourselves a new suspect.
	
	Trucy:
	Don't say that!
	
	Guy:
	Thanks to him, I was forced
	to trade in my scalpel for a
	ladle!
	
----------------------------
Guy Eldoon
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Proprietor of "Eldoon's
Noodles".  Former doctor,
and rival to the victim.
----------------------------
	
	Guy:
	...Sorry, pal.  Didn't mean to
	weigh you down with an old
	man's ramblings.
	
	Apollo:
	No, it's fine.
	
	Guy:
	By way of apology...
	
	Guy:
	You ever get yourself in a
	spot of trouble, you drop by.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?
	
	Guy:
	You're investigating Meraktis,
	aren't ya?
	
	Apollo:
	Yes...?
	
	Guy:
	Well, you want to know about
	a doctor, you ask a doctor.
	That's all I'm sayin'.
	
	Guy:
	You just think of me if you
	need something, Trucy-doll.
	
	Trucy:
	Right!  Thanks, Mr. Eldoon!
	
	Apollo:
	(Hmm.  I guess the time spent
	listening to him complain
	wasn't entirely wasted.)
	

=Move -> Kitaki Mansion=

---
June 16
Kitaki Mansion
---

Apollo:
(Yipes!  She's back!)

Plum:
Hey.  You two.
Over here!

Apollo:
U-Uh, us?

Trucy:
Yo, Little Plum!
Wassup!?

Apollo:
(I think all this gangsterese
is a negative influence on
Trucy...)

Plum:
I heard you retrieved my 
bloomers!

Apollo:
W-Well, I was j-just doing...

Plum:
Bah!  A man speaks clearly, and
takes credit where it's due!

Plum:
You caught the thief, didn't
you?

Apollo:
Uh, y-yes!  Sorry!
I caught him!

Trucy:
You're cute when you're
nervous, Polly!

Apollo:
...I'll deal with you later.

Plum:
But enough about bloomers!
What about my son, Wocky!?

Apollo:
W-Wocky?  Er, well, he's, um...

Plum:
Clearly!

Apollo:
Y-Yes, ma'am!

Apollo:
(This is why I was kind of
hoping we could avoid coming
back here.)


	=Examine Paint=
	
	Apollo:
	Several colors of paint have
	been splashed across the gate.
	
	Apollo:
	Most of it's pretty much
	dry, too.  This is going to
	be one heck of a cleanup job.

	
	=Examine Officer=
	
	Apollo:
	The park crime scene is off
	limits to the public.
	
	Apollo:
	The police officer on guard
	by the gate is yawning.
	
	Apollo:
	Ah, he noticed me staring and
	snapped his mouth shut.  Too
	late, Mr. Officer!  I saw you!
	
	
	=Examine Old Lady=
	
	Apollo:
	Looks like the old lady's 
	at it again...
	
	Officer:
	Look, I told you yesterday
	the park's off limits!
	
	Old Lady:
	And I told you yesterday this
	is how I go home!
	
	Old Lady:
	OK.  You want me to go around?
	How about giving me five
	bucks... like yesterday.
	
	Apollo:
	(...The con artist strikes
	again...)
	
	
	=Examine Trash Can=
	
	Trucy:
	This trash can... This is
	where we found the mirror!
	
	Apollo:
	Come to think of it, wasn't
	there something else in here?
	
	Apollo:
	Something near the bottom...
	
	Apollo:
	...Look at the paint on these.
	That means...
	
	Apollo:
	...these must have ended up
	in here after Mr. Wright's
	accident.
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe they're connected?
	Let's pick them up.
	
	** Slippers added to the Court
	Record. **
	
	
	=Examine Trash Can (again)=
	
	Apollo:
	A large trash can sits by
	the entrance to the park.
	
	Trucy:
	What, you aren't going to
	dig through it?
	
	Apollo:
	No.
	
	Apollo:
	What?  I'm serious!  I have no
	intention of looking through
	this trash can!
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, please, don't hold back
	on my account.
	
	Apollo:
	I think that whatever you
	think about me and trash
	cans, you're wrong.
	
	
	=Present Bloomers=
	
	Apollo:
	Um, about these...
	
	Plum:
	Hey, my bloomers!  Thanks for
	that.  I owe you one.
	
	Apollo:
	Um, I thought you might like
	them back, so...
	
	Plum:
	Eh?  Oh no, no.  Why don't you
	keep 'em as a souvenir?
	
	Apollo:
	Oh no, I couldn't, really!
	Thanks for the offer bu--
	
	Trucy:
	I could use those in my
	Magic Panties act!
	
	Trucy:
	I'll pull shivs and pieces
	and godfathers out of them!
	
	Apollo:
	Great, now your props are
	going from bland to dangerous.
	
	
	=Present Pistol=
	
	Apollo:
	So this pistol belongs to the
	Kitaki Family... Is that
	correct?
	
	Plum:
	It's one of the pieces we
	keep around.
	
	Plum:
	That is, we used to keep
	around.  They're all gone now.
	
	Apollo:
	Oh?
	
	Plum:
	Police came yesterday and
	took everything.
	
	Plum:
	...Everything but my "broom".
	
	Trucy:
	Don't you think you should
	have given them that, too?
	
	Plum:
	You kidding?  Can't clean up
	very well without a broom!
	
	
	=Present Knife=
	
	Apollo:
	Can you tell me if this knife
	belongs to Wocky?
	
	Plum:
	Oh, that's his knife alright.
	
	Plum:
	Bought it for him for his
	birthday.
	
	Apollo:
	(Wow, that's a pretty hardcore
	present.)
	
	Plum:
	I remember him falling asleep
	with it clutched in his arms.
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh!  I know the feeling!  I'll
	bet he was just as happy as I
	was with my plastic spaghetti!
	
	
	=Present Mirror=
	
	Apollo:
	This is the mirror we found...
	
	Plum:
	...From the hit 'n' run, huh?
	It's funny how it all ties
	together like this.
	
	Plum:
	You chase after a hit 'n' run
	and end up Wocky's attorney.
	
	Plum:
	Of course, you'll find the
	real killer soon.  Won't you.
	
	
	=Talk -> Wocky=
	
	Trucy:
	He's really everything you'd
	expect in a Boss's son!
	
	Trucy:
	"I'm going to be a gangster,
	dude!"
	
	Plum:
	The life does have an appeal
	for that age...
	
	Plum:
	Particularly for boys.
	
	Trucy:
	...
	
	Apollo:
	What?  Don't look at me like
	that!
	
	Plum:
	He was shot in a turf war
	about half a year ago.
	
	Apollo:
	Yes... We heard the story
	from Wocky.
	
	Plum:
	...But he didn't tell you the
	whole story.
	
	Plum:
	You know, even if he had a
	pistol then, he couldn't have
	shot anyone.
	
	Trucy:
	What...?
	
	Plum:
	He acts like he's "hard", but
	he couldn't shoot someone to
	save his life.
	
	Plum:
	I should know... I'm his mom.
	
	Apollo:
	(Her words do have a certain
	weight to them...)
	
	Plum:
	Hopefully, when this is all
	taken care of...
	
	Plum:
	...he and the Boss can sort
	out their differences.
	
	Trucy:
	The Boss... you mean Wocky's
	father?
	
	Apollo:
	They didn't seem to be on the
	best terms, did they?
	
	
	=Talk -> The case=
	
	Plum:
	It's true...
	
	Plum:
	One of our pistols is missing.
	
	Trucy:
	So the murder weapon was from
	this mansion...
	
	Apollo:
	We kind of figured, given
	the difficulty of obtaining
	a gun these days.
	
	Plum:
	None of the rank and file
	have access.
	
	Plum:
	Only the Boss, myself, and
	...Wocky could have taken it.
	
	Apollo:
	I see...
	
	Plum:
	I'm sure the cops will
	continue tromping all over the
	mansion because of this case.
	
	Plum:
	Maybe this is a sign that
	it's time for a change!
	Wa ha ha ha ha ha!
	
	Apollo:
	(She doesn't seem too
	concerned, at least.)
	
	
	=Talk -> Alita Tiala=
	
	Plum:
	...Yeah.  Wocky's fiancée.
	
	Apollo:
	They're getting married next
	month, correct?
	
	Plum:
	I suppose.  She's been staying
	over lately.
	
	Trucy:
	...You don't look too happy
	about that, Little Plum.
	
	Plum:
	...!
	How'd you guess?
	
	Apollo:
	(Even I could tell that!)
	
	Apollo:
	Could you tell us more about
	her?
	
	Plum:
	...Wocky brought her home
	one day.
	
	Plum:
	Says he wants to tie the knot.
	
	Trucy:
	I can see why!  She's so
	pretty!
	
	Plum:
	Oh, she's pretty enough.
	But, you know...
	
	Trucy:
	...?
	
	Plum:
	Nah, it's probably just me
	being suspicious.  Stay in
	this business too long...
	
	Plum:
	...and you start to only see
	darkness in people.
	
	Plum:
	You get a nose for it.
	
	Plum:
	A nose for people...
	A nose for trouble.
	
	Apollo:
	(Hmm.  I wonder what the
	problem is?)
	
	Trucy:
	It's like a gangsters-only
	version of "female intuition"!
	
	
	=Talk -> Father and son=
	
	Plum:
	The Boss may act tough, but
	that boy means the world to
	him.
	
	Apollo:
	But Wocky seems, well...
	
	Apollo:
	It seems like he's against
	his father's position.
	
	Plum:
	Ah.  It's to be expected.  We're
	in a bit of a transition now.
	
	Plum:
	Trying to cut our ties to
	the shadier side of the street
	and do more on the up-and-up.
	
	Plum:
	Wocky isn't too enthusiastic
	about the change, it's true.
	
	Trucy:
	But why the change?
	
	Trucy:
	Is the gangster thing just
	not paying the bills?
	
	Plum:
	Wa ha ha ha ha ha!
	
	Plum:
	It pays... but we need a lot
	of money right now.
	
	Plum:
	Clean money, that is.
	
	Apollo:
	I see...
	(Hmm, something must be up.)
	
	Plum:
	He'll see things the way the
	Boss sees 'em... some day.
	

=Move -> Detention Center=

---
June 16
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---

Apollo:
Um... I was hoping to meet
with my client?

Guard:
Wocky Kitaki's just finished
questioning.  I'll bring him
out.

Trucy:
Great! 
Finally!

Wocky:
Yo, 'sup, my little imposter!

Trucy:
Eeek!
Wh-What did you call me?

Wocky:
Dizzam!  It's you!?  Sorry, G,
thought you were Alita.

Trucy:
"My little imposter" sure is
a strange nickname.

Wocky:
It's a clink thang.
You wouldn't understand.

Wocky:
D-Did I say "imposter"?
I meant "poster"... like
"poster girl", 'aight?

Trcy:
If you're going to drop part
of that, why not drop "poster"
and just call her "girl"?

Wocky:
Cause she's so much more than 
that, G.  She's like... She's
like an angel.  A fallen angel.

Wocky:
...So.  What can I do you for?

Trucy:
...You don't look so chipper
today, Wocky.

Apollo:
Worried about your, um,
heart condition, maybe?

Wocky:
That was the wackest thing
of all!  All us G's lining up,
taking eye exams...

Wocky:
Better to die young than
fade away, bizzzoy!

Klavier:
...A relief to hear.

Wocky:
Eh?  Wh-What's a relief!?

Klavier:
Oh?  Did your father not
tell you?

Klavier:
That bullet you carry so close
to your heart... if not
attended to immediately...

Klavier:
...It could kill you.

Wocky:
M-Man...
I ain't trying to hear that!

Wocky:
A man fights to protect what's
valuable to him, you know
what I'm saying?

Wocky:
...I miss my fallen angel!

Wocky:
Hey, you go get Alita for
me.  You're my lawyer,
aren't you?

Apollo:
(Lawyer, not gopher...)


	=Present Anything=
	
	Wocky:
	...
	Yeah, whatever.
	
	Apollo:
	(He seems preoccupied... I'm
	not sure he even looked at
	my evidence...)
	
	Wocky:
	Alita, man.
	Alita.
	
	
	=Talk -> Your fiancée=
	
	Apollo:
	So, I hear you're to be
	married next month?
	
	Wocky:
	Straight up!  We poured the
	nuptial 40 out on the stoop!
	
	Wocky:
	Alita!  Oh, snapplecakes!
	She soooo foine!
	
	Apollo:
	(I think he's smitten with
	her in his own weird way.)
	
	Trucy:
	I was wondering, how did you
	two meet?
	
	Trucy:
	I asked Tiala, but she 
	was... very vague.
	
	Wocky:
	Huh?  Well, man, if she
	wouldn't tell you...
	
	Wocky:
	I'd best hold my tongue,
	you feel me?
	
	Trucy:
	Wha--!?
	
	Wocky:
	Man, what's past is past.
	She knows that.
	
	Wocky:
	When I'm with Alita...
	
	Wocky:
	I feel like there's things
	worth protecting out there.
	You feel me?
	
	Wocky:
	And my Alita, she's down
	with that all the way.
	
	Apollo:
	(Hmm, so both of them are
	mum about their past...)
	
	
	=Talk -> Meraktis Clinic=
	
	Trucy:
	Do you think you could tell
	us what happened with you
	and Pal Meraktis...?
	
	Wocky:
	...There's something you
	should know.
	
	Wocky:
	We Kitakis are having what
	you might call a feud with
	the Rivales Family.
	
	Wocky:
	So, 'bout six months back...
	
	Wocky:
	I go into Rivales turf,
	packing a knife, right?
	
	Trucy:
	And...
	You were shot?
	
	Wocky:
	Coldest thing I ever seen.
	
	Wocky:
	One shot, to the heart, but my
	homies weren't too late.
	It's a miracle that I lived.
	
	Wocky:
	It's already considered one
	of the seven wonders of the
	Kitaki Family, you know that?
	
	Apollo:
	So, you were taken to the
	Meraktis Clinic then?
	
	Wocky:
	You shoulda seen their faces
	when they wheeled me in.
	
	Wocky:
	You can't just let the
	Boss's son die, you know?
	
	Apollo:
	(I'd hate to have been in
	that doctor's shoes...)
	
	Apollo:
	(Mr. Kitaki's scary enough
	when he's not angry...)
	
	Trucy:
	But the bullet that hit you...
	
	Trucy:
	...it was never removed?
	
	Apollo:
	(And it's still threatening
	his life!)
	
	Wocky:
	That doctor... He did it
	on purpose!
	
	Wocky:
	The Rivales paid him off,
	I'm sure of it!
	
	Apollo:
	(I need to hear more about the
	night of the murder, that
	much is clear.)
	
	
	=Talk -> Wocky's future=
	
	Wocky:
	Life in the Family is a G
	thang.  It's about being a man.
	
	Wocky:
	...You know what I'm saying?
	
	Trucy:
	Sorry, I'm not up on my
	G things.  I'm not even sure
	what a G thing is...
	
	Wocky:
	But my old man, he's gone
	soft.
	
	Wocky:
	He says the old rival gang
	days are over.  He just wants
	to make money!
	
	Trucy:
	Isn't that a good thing?
	
	Wocky:
	Man, there ain't no soul
	in making money!
	
	Wocky:
	Better to live fast and
	die young.  Fo'shizzle!
	
	Apollo:
	(*sigh*...)
	
	Wocky:
	Wait till I run the yard.
	Then everyone'll know what
	time it is.
	
	Wocky:
	That's right!  O.G. time all
	the time.  Represent!
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo, why does he keep
	talking about "Old Guys"?
	
	Apollo:
	I don't think that's what
	"O.G." means, Trucy.
	
	
	=Present Knife or Pistol=
	
	Apollo:
	About these weapons... the
	pistol and the knife.
	
	Wocky:
	They belong to the Family.
	I snuck 'em out that night.
	
	Apollo:
	So, the "killer" Mr. Stickler
	says he saw that night was...
	
	Wocky:
	I guess it was me.  I was
	there, after all.
	
	Apollo:
	Gak...!
	(We're finished...)
	
	Trucy:
	Um... Yo, Wocky!
	
	Trucy:
	Do you think you could tell
	us exactly what happened
	that night?
	
	Wocky:
	Heh...
	You don't beat around the
	bush, do you?
	
	Wocky:
	I like your style, shorty.
	

	=Talk -> The night of the crime=
	
	Apollo:
	Um... Actually, there's a 
	question I've been wanting
	to ask you for a while now.
	
	Apollo:
	That is, uh... Did you do it?
	Did you shoot him?
	
	Wocky:
	...
	I dunno.
	
	Apollo:
	Eh?
	
	Wocky;
	The day of that check-up,
	when I found out about the
	bullet by my heart...
	
	Wocky:
	...I...borrowed a gun from
	the Family's stash.
	
	Wocky:
	Figured I'd give that doctor
	a taste of his own bad
	medicine.
	
	Apollo:
	(Uh oh... I don't like where
	this is going...)
	
	Trucy:
	But... you were carrying a
	knife, weren't you?
	
	Wocky:
	Oh that?  Yeah, well, never
	can be too careful, I say.
	
	Wocky:
	So I'm on my way to the
	clinic, right?
	
	Wocky:
	When I run into him in the
	park... and he's dragging this
	noodle stand behind him!
	
	Trucy:
	Wait, you didn't put him
	up to that?
	
	Trucy:
	Like, you know, in the movies?
	
	Trucy:
	"If you value your life,
	you'll bring the stand..."
	
	Wocky:
	...Shorty, you're more wacked
	than I am.  And that's saying
	something.
	
	Trucy:
	...But I was serious!
	
	Wocky:
	The thing is, I don't remember
	what happened next all too
	well.
	
	Apollo:
	You don't remember...?
	
	Wocky:
	But, the way I see it, if
	there wasn't anyone else
	there that night...
	
	Wocky:
	...then I guess it probably
	was me who did him in, you
	know what I'm saying?
	

=Move -> Kitaki Mansion=

---
June 16
Kitaki Mansion
---

Trucy:
...Look at that crowd over
by the park!

Apollo:
Probably people trying to get
a glimpse of the crime scene.

Trucy:
But... why are those girls
screaming?

Trucy:
I think I just heard one say
"Omigod, it's him!"

Apollo:
(Wait, that motorcycle...)

Klavier:
Ah!  If it isn't Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
...Prosecutor Gavin.

Klavier:
Some fans found me on my way
out... Just my luck.

???:
Omigod!  Omigod!  He's so cool!

Apollo:
Thus the screams...

Klavier:
New album just came out,
you know.

Klavier:
Try waving to them.  They love
it.

???:
Oooh!  Oooh!  He's so cute!

Klavier:
Ah ha ha.

Klavier:
They're so excited, it doesn't
matter who waves to them, see?

Apollo:
(This is surreal...)

Trucy:
Um, so you were here
investigating?

Klavier:
And I was on my way home...
when my hog gave up the ghost.

Apollo:
Your hog...?

Klavier:
My motorcycle won't start.
A clogged exhaust pipe...

Trucy:
Too bad!  It looks like such
a nice bike, too.

Trucy:
Hard to believe that it could
break just from that!

Klavier:
Ach, it's my fault.  I think
I was using the wrong oil.

Klavier:
Cars, motorbikes, they're all
the same.

Klavier:
Clog the exhaust, and they
won't run.

Klavier:
Ah, machines.  Tell me you
share my angst, Herr Forehead!

Apollo:
...I ride a bicycle, actually.

Klavier:
Ah.  Heh.  In any event, I'm off
to the shop to get her fixed.

Klavier:
The detective in charge of
the scene isn't fond of me,
in any case.

Apollo:
The detective... You mean,
the one in the lab coat?

Klavier:
Ja.  She's in a foul mood, too.
Be gentle.

Klavier:
Auf Wiedersehen, baby!

???:
Omigod!  Omigod!  There he goes!

Apollo:
And the forecast for the park
today... Gloomy Skyes.

Trucy:
Well, nothing to do but
head on in.  Let's hit the
park, Apollo!


=Move -> People Park=

---
June 16
People Park
---

Apollo:
Huh?  Does something about this
scene look different to you?

Trucy:
The blue tarps are gone!
Maybe that's it?

Apollo:
Yeah, I think you're right.
Look over there.

Trucy:
The white-frocked detective
from yesterday.

Trucy:
She seems to be apologizing
reverently... to the trash
can.

Apollo:
She's... under a lot of
stress.

Apollo:
The investigation's probably
not going so well.

Ema:
Hey, you there!

Ema:
If you're going to talk about
someone behind their back,
do it more quietly, please!

Apollo:
Oh, Detective Skye.  Hello.

Trucy:
You seem as gloomy as ever.

Ema:
This is miserable!  Miserable!
I just got a new kit, and I
can't get the stuff to work.

Ema:
And everyone's all smiles for
that glimmerous fop.

Trucy:
Glimmerous...?  Does she mean
Prosecutor Gavin?

Apollo:
More to the point, doesn't she
mean "glamorous"?

Ema:
When he walks his shiny chains
catch the sun and glimmer in
my eyes!  It's distracting.

Ema:
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH

Apollo:
(Speaking of distracting...)

Ema:
*sigh*
I guess I just have to accept
the fact that I lack talent.

Apollo:
(Sounds like she's trying out
some sort of new forensics
technique...)


	=Examine Ground=
	
	Apollo:
	The tarps that were here
	yesterday are gone.
	
	Trucy:
	I wonder why Detective Skye
	put them out?
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah... The only thing they
	were covering is the ground.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh!  You know, I think I see
	something there... a print!
	
	Apollo:
	A... "print"?
	
	
	=Present Fingerprint Powder=
	
	Ema:
	Fingerprint analysis is the 
	very basis of modern forensic
	science!
	
	Apollo:
	...I guess you could put
	it that way.
	
	Ema:
	And you two know how to dust
	for prints on your own now!
	
	Ema:
	Make sure to examine anything
	you find that might have
	prints on it!
	
	
	=Present Slippers=
	
	Ema:
	They say "The Meraktis
	Clinic"... Hey!
	
	Apollo:
	Wh-What?
	
	Ema:
	This slipper... Look right
	here!  I think I see a toe
	mark!
	
	Apollo:
	A toe mark... You think we
	can get a print off that!?
	
	Ema:
	Sure!  Toes have prints just
	like fingers do, you know.
	
	Apollo:
	(This little clue might be
	a gold mine!)
	
	Ema:
	Oh... There's one problem.
	
	Ema:
	The police station doesn't
	keep a record of toe prints.
	
	Ema:
	So we won't know whose it is.
	
	Apollo:
	(...I guess that would be
	too much to hope for.)
	
	Trucy:
	Still, it might be useful
	somehow!
	
	Trucy:
	Let's analyze it!
	
		=Check -> Examine Print=
		
		Apollo:
		I wonder... Could this be
		a print?
		
		Trucy:
		Why would there be a finger...
		Oh, you mean a toe print!
		Good call, Apollo!
		
		Apollo:
		I bet we can analyze it
		just like a regular print.
		
		Trucy:
		This could be a vital piece
		of evidence!
		
		Apollo:
		Hey!  It worked!  That looks
		like... a big toe, maybe?
		
		Trucy:
		Wow, I feel like the case
		is solved already!
		
		Apollo:
		What was next?  We have to
		match the print, right?
		
		Trucy:
		Right!  Let's match it!
		......
		Wait.
		
		Trucy:
		The detective didn't give us
		a list of toe prints, Apollo.
		
		Apollo:
		Oh, good point.
		
		Trucy:
		Maybe we should ask her?
		Get some "expert" advice?
		
		Apollo:
		I guess so...
		(I'm not sure she really
		qualifies as an expert...)
		
----------------------------
Slippers
Type: Other
Retrieved from the
entrance to People Park.
Slippers used by patients at
the Meraktis Clinic.  Big toe
print found in left slipper.
----------------------------
			
	
	=Talk -> Detective Skye=
	
	Apollo:
	Detective Skye, you know
	Mr. Wright, correct?
	
	Trucy:
	How do you know my daddy!?
	I want details!
	
	Ema:
	Ah?  Ah...  Well...
	
	Ema:
	...He helped me out a long
	time ago.
	
	Ema:
	You might say he "saved" me.
	
	Apollo:
	(Wasn't she saying something
	about "getting involved in
	an incident"?)
	
	Ema:
	I can't stand it when things
	are vague... especially in
	a case.
	
	Ema:
	I went to study to become a
	forensic scientist... in
	Europe.
	
	Apollo:
	But... you're a detective now?
	
	Ema:
	Well... I failed the test.
	
	Ema:
	But, you know, rank and title
	don't matter!  What matters is
	what's inside your heart!
	
	Trucy:
	I've always thought that, too!
	
	Ema:
	And my heart is full of
	science!  That's why I bought
	this kit through mail order.
	
	Ema:
	And I'm going to test it here
	before the forensics team
	arrives!
	
	Apollo:
	(Are you sure that's OK...?)
	
	
	=Talk -> Prosecutor Gavin=
	
	Ema:
	I won't lie, I'm not fond of
	the man.
	
	Ema:
	Those glimmerous types always
	rub me the wrong way.
	
	Apollo:
	"Glamorous"... right.
	
	Ema:
	A prosecutor should be cool
	of wit and furrowed of brow.
	
	Ema:
	Less "glimmerous" and more
	"simmerous"... you know?
	
	Apollo:
	...No, actually, I don't.
	
	Ema:
	Well, that, and what happened
	seven years ago!
	
	Ema:
	Prosecutor Gavin was the one
	who stripped Mr. Wright of
	his attorney's badge!
	
	Apollo:
	Whaaaaaa--!?  Really!?
	(He was the one!?)
	
	Ema:
	...You mean you didn't know?
	
	Ema:
	I thought you were one of
	his boys!
	
	Apollo:
	(I'm neither a "boy" nor one
	of his... but let's see
	what she has to say.)
	
	Apollo:
	Um... What exactly happened
	seven years ago?
	
	Apollo:
	I never actually heard the
	details.
	
	Ema:
	...Then investigate.
	It's better you learned it
	for yourself, anyway.
	
	Trucy:
	...
	
	
	=Talk -> The new kit?=
	
	Apollo:
	...Do you mind me asking
	exactly what it is you've
	been doing...
	
	Apollo:
	...squatting down on the
	ground like that?
	
	Ema:
	Ooh!  You want to know?
	Do you?
	Well, I splurged on a new toy!
	
	Apollo:
	(You splurged... You mean,
	it wasn't police issue?)
	
	Trucy:
	What is it?
	I see a roller... and glue?
	
	Ema:
	This is a footprint analysis
	kit!
	
	Apollo:
	Footprint...?
	
	Ema:
	It was raining on the night
	of the murder, which means
	that footprints were left!
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, does that have anything to
	do with those blue tarps?
	
	Ema:
	Right.  The ground was muddy,
	so I had to protect it as it
	was that night.
	
	Ema:
	Ever wanted to know exactly
	where someone was standing?
	
	Ema:
	Like your panty-snatching
	student witness, for instance?
	
	Trucy:
	Ah ha!  So with that kit...!
	
	Ema:
	Right!
	
	Apollo:
	...What?
	
	Ema:
	Want to try this stuff out?
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  Are you sure?  I mean,
	we're sort of on opposing
	teams and all...
	
	Ema:
	Oh, pshaw!
	You're friends!
	
	Ema:
	And... to tell the truth, I'm
	not so good at doing this.
	
	Ema:
	Guess I'm a little clumsy.
	I could use your help.
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh!  I'm good at stuff like
	this!  I used to make magic
	bunnies out of paper mache!
	
	Apollo:
	(Footprint analysis, huh?
	Well, should I give it a go?)
	
	
		[ No need ]
		
		Apollo:
		I think I'll pass.  Wouldn't
		want to waste a kit if I 
		messed up.
		
		Ema:
		Really?  That's too bad...
		I really could use the help.
		
		Trucy:
		Aww, I want to try!  It'll be
		just like making pancakes in
		the dirt!
		
		Apollo:
		(I guess I can always talk
		to her again if I change
		my mind...)
		
		
		[ Try it ]
		
		Apollo:
		OK...
		I'll give it a go!
		
		Ema:
		That's the spirit!
		
		Ema:
		Right, allow me to explain!
		Ahem, one moment...
		
		Trucy:
		She's reading the instructions
		for her kit...
		
		Apollo:
		(Why does this not fill me
		with confidence?)
		
		Ema:
		First, we have to pick the 
		footprint, or in this case,
		shoe print we want to analyze!
		
		Ema:
		I've taken the liberty of
		marking all the shoe prints
		in the park.
		
		Ema:
		Well, which shoe print should
		we start with...?
		
		Ema:
		If we're going to verify the
		defendant's account, here's
		the place to start!
		
		Ema:
		Shoe prints, prepare to be
		examined!
		
		Trucy:
		Ooh!
		This is so exciting!
		
		Ema:
		Right, here goes!
		First...
		
		Ema:
		"Pour the plaster into the
		print until it's full."
		
		Ema:
		...You try it.
		
		Apollo:
		How am I supposed to do that!?
		
		Ema:
		Just touch the screen where
		you want to pour the plaster.
		
		Ema:
		Like this!
		
		Apollo:
		(Hmm, that doesn't look too
		hard...)
		
		Ema:
		If you run out of plaster in
		your beaker before you're
		done, you have to start over!
		
		
			((Run out of plaster))
			
			Ema:
			What are you doing!?
			Out of plaster already?
			
			Apollo:
			Hey, give me a break!
			I'm just a beginner at this!
			
			Ema:
			I'm not that far ahead of you,
			believe me!  ...Fine.
			
			Ema:
			I'll make another batch.
			Don't mess it up this time.
			
			Apollo:
			(Plaster, here comes Justice!
			*sigh*)
			
		
		Ema:
		Not bad.  You're handier with
		that than you look.
		
		Apollo:
		(What's that supposed to
		mean?)
		
		Ema:
		On to the next step!
		
		Ema:
		Um... "Dry the plaster until
		it turns white."  Right!
		
		Ema:
		Just touch to direct the
		dryer!
		
		Ema:
		...There, give it a shot!
		
		Ema:
		Looks like it's hardened
		nicely.  Let's take a look!
		
		Ema:
		Hmm... Yes, that's a good
		one.  Next, the ink!
		
		Ema:
		Ready for the next step?
		
		Ema:
		Use the roller to ink
		just the shoe print part.
		
		Ema:
		Hold on to that roller tight
		now, and roll it up and down.
		
		Ema:
		Keep going till you get enough
		ink on there for a good print!
		
		Ema:
		Right, now the moment you've
		all been waiting for!  Let's
		take our print!
		
		Ema:
		Ready?
		Here goes!
		
		Ema:
		Let's see if we get a match.
		
		
			((Compare Wrong))
			
			Ema:
			Hmm, no good.  Must have
			messed up somewhere.  Shall
			we try on another print?
			
			
		((Compare Wocky))	
		
		Apollo:
		So the shoe prints belong to
		Wocky Kitaki after all...
		
		Ema:
		He was in the park on the
		night of the crime!
		
		Trucy:
		Wow!  I can almost see the
		science at work!
		
		Ema:
		Don't you love it!?
		Ahhh!  Nothing feels better.
		
		Apollo:
		(She's definitely waaaay more
		into this than I am...)
		
		Ema:
		Just let me know if you want
		to do some more.
		
		Ema:
		I'll be here, solving the
		case... with science!
		
		Apollo:
		(Well, that certainly
		brightened her mood.)	
		
	
	=Talk -> The new kit (if refused analysis first time)=
	
	Ema:
	Hmm?  Still interested in the
	bleeding edge of forensic
	science?
	
	Ema:
	Why didn't you say so in
	the first place!?
	
		(prompted as before)
		
		
	=Talk -> Footprint analysis=
	
	Apollo:
	Detective Skye?  Mind if we
	give it another go?
	
	Ema:
	Right on!  Leave no print
	un-analyzed, I say!
	
	
		((Either))
		
		Ema:
		...Now to pick which print
		you want to analyze!
		
		Ema:
		...OK!
		Looking good.
		
		Ema:
		Next, to dry the plaster!
		
		Ema:
		OK, let's take out the mold!
		
		Ema:
		Hmm... Yes, that's a good
		one.  Next, the ink!
		
		Ema:
		Right, now the moment you've
		all been waiting for!  Let's
		take our print!
		
		Ema:
		Ready?
		Here goes!
		
		
			((Chose Green Prints))
			
			Ema:
			Let's see if we get a match.
			
				((Compare Stickler))
				
				Apollo:
				So these shoe prints belong
				to Wesley Stickler.
				
				Apollo:
				This confirms his testimony.
				The final version of it,
				at least.
				
				Ema:
				Now we know where the panty-
				snatcher was standing!
		
		
			((Chose Red Print))
			
			Trucy:
			...Huh.  That's a funny shoe
			print.
			
			Trucy:
			Is that even a shoe?
			
			Ema:
			It is strange.  So smooth...
			
			Apollo:
			Except for the part with the
			leaf.
			
			Ema:
			I can say without even looking
			that this print doesn't match
			any print on our list.
			
			Apollo:
			(Hmm... A mystery print.)
			
			
	=Talk -> Another shoe print=
	
	Apollo:
	Detective Skye?  Mind if we
	give it another shot?
	
	Ema:
	I believe you're beginning to 
	appreciate the wonder that is
	forensic science!
	
		(same as before)
		
		
	=Talk -> Mystery print=
	
	Ema:
	This print is far too smooth
	to be from a regular shoe.
	
	Trucy:
	It is a shoe print of some
	kind though, that's certain.
	
	Ema:
	Still, you have to wonder
	what it's doing here.
	
	Trucy:
	It's right next to the
	Eldoon's Noodles stand!
	
	Ema:
	It does make one wonder...
	...Hey, you.
	
	Apollo:
	...Yes?
	
	Ema:
	Why are you so quiet all of
	a sudden?
	
	Ema:
	...You wouldn't happen to have
	something in mind?
	
	Ema:
	Something that might have left
	this mystery shoe print?
	
	Apollo:
	(This mystery shoe print does
	remind me of something...)
	
----------------------------
Slippers
Type: Other
Retrieved from the
entrance to People Park.
Slippers used by patients at
the Meraktis Clinic.  Big toe
print found in left slipper.

	=Check -> Toe Print=
	
	Apollo:
	So, we have a toe print now.
	
	Trucy:
	I'm not sure what good it's
	going to do us without a list
	of toe prints to check it on.
	
	Apollo:
	(Maybe our detective friend
	can help us...)
	

	=Check -> Examine Leaf Print=
	
	Trucy:
	The bottom is covered with 
	paint!
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  What's this weird
	shape here?
	
	Trucy:
	It looks like a leaf was stuck
	to the bottom when the wearer
	stepped in some yellow paint.
	
	Apollo:
	So the outline was left when
	the leaf was removed!
	
	Apollo:
	Ack!  I got paint on my hand!
	
	Trucy:
	......
	Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	I saw you try to wipe your
	hand on my cape!
	
----------------------------

	
		[ No need ]
		
		Apollo:
		Hmm... No, sorry.  No idea.
		
		Ema:
		Too bad.  I wonder what it is.
		
		Trucy:
		Something's familiar about
		that smooth surface... so
		smooth it's almost slippery.
		
		Ema:
		...Well, if you think of
		something, I'm all ears.
		
		
		[ Show evidence ]
		
		Apollo:
		(I'm pretty sure I've seen
		something that would leave a
		print like that.)
		
		Apollo:
		You know, I think I have
		our culprit right here...
		
		
			((Present Wrong))
			
			Apollo:
			*TAKE THAT!*
			
			Ema:
			...
			Know what I'm eating?
			
			Apollo:
			Um... Snacks?
			
			Ema:
			Snacks.  More precisely,
			whenever I'm in a bad mood,
			I eat chocolate Snackoos.
			
			Apollo:
			...I had no idea.
			
			Trucy:
			I think she means you picked
			the wrong evidence, Apollo.
			
			Apollo:
			(...I had no idea.)
			
		
		((Present Slippers))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Well, I think it's these
		slippers, actually.
		
		Ema:
		Slippers...
		What would slippers be doing
		out here?
		
		Apollo:
		But look at the bottom!
		See?
		
		Ema:
		It's covered with paint!
		Except for...
		
		Apollo:
		See, right here?
		
		Ema:
		Hey, that spot is shaped
		like a leaf!
		
		Apollo:
		What if a leaf was stuck on
		the bottom, and came off when
		the slipper stepped in paint?
		
		Apollo:
		...Makes sense, doesn't it?
		
		Ema:
		Wait, something's written
		on them...
		..."The Meraktis Clinic"!
		
		Apollo:
		Exactly!  The victim's clinic!
		
		Trucy:
		Wait, that means...
		
		Trucy:
		...that someone from the
		clinic was involved?
		
		Ema:
		...
		
		Apollo:
		(Why is she just standing 
		there eating?)
		
		Trucy:
		Um, Detective Skye?
		I have a favor to ask!
		
		Ema:
		Wh-what?
		
		Apollo:
		Can you get us access into the
		Meraktis Clinic?
		
		Trucy:
		The police won't let us in!
		They say the murder and the 
		clinic are not connected.
		
		Trucy:
		And it's off limits until we
		prove they are!
		
		Ema:
		...
		I should be able to do
		something for you, yes.
		
		Apollo:
		Eh?  Really?
		
		Ema:
		Well, you did my work for
		me here with the shoe prints.
		
		Ema:
		Seems like I should return
		the favor.
		
		Trucy:
		Thank you, Detective Skye!
		
		Ema:
		Here, show this to the police
		officer on duty.
		
		** Detective Skye's Orders added
		to the Court Record. **
		
----------------------------
Detective Skye's Orders
Type: Documents
Received from
Ema Skye.
"Allow clinic access to this
magician and attorney, in
Prosecutor Gavin's name."

	=Check -> Name on back=
	
	Trucy:
	She put a little heart by
	her name!  How cute!
	
	Apollo:
	Isn't she a little old for
	cute?
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo!  Shame on you!  Cute
	is eternal!  Cute is timeless!
	
	Trucy:
	No matter how old a woman gets
	she always carries a little
	innocent maiden inside her!
	
	Apollo:
	...R-Really now.  I suppose.
	I've never heard it put quite
	that way before.
	
	Trucy:
	When I sign my name, I always
	put in a little diamond!
	
	Trucy:
	"Trucy ^ Wright"...                   (pretend it's a diamond, okay?)
	See?  Cute, don'tcha think?
	
	Apollo:
	It's a little confusing.
	Won't people think your
	middle name is diamond?
	
	Trucy:
	Hey!  You could write your
	name like "Apollo = Justice"!
	
	Apollo:
	I do like justice, but that's
	taking it a bit far.
	
----------------------------

Apollo:
(Right!  Meraktis Clinic,
here comes Justice!)
		

=Move -> Hickfield Clinic=

---
June 16
Hickfield Clinic
---

Phoenix:
Ah, the prodigal attorney
returns!  Welcome, Apollo.

Phoenix:
I heard you did well in the
trial today.

Phoenix:
Here to discuss something?
I could use a little
diversion...

Apollo:
(What did Detective Skye say?)

Apollo:
(If you want to know 
something, you have to
investigate it yourself...)

Apollo:
Mr. Wright!

Apollo:
Tell me what happened seven
years ago... please.

Apollo:
I want to know.
I need to know!

Phoenix:
You certainly didn't waste any
time getting to the point.


	=Present Mirror=
	
	Phoenix:
	Ah, so that was what led you
	to the guilty party.
	
	Apollo:
	Yes!  Thanks to you ripping the
	mirror off the car, I was able
	to deduce the...
	
	Phoenix:
	You make a good point, Apollo.
	In fact...
	
	Phoenix:
	It could be said that I'm
	to thank for finding the
	criminal.
	
	Apollo:
	(...Think what you want, 
	Mr. Wright.  Knock yourself
	out.)
	
	
	=Present Panties=
	
	Apollo:
	And we found these, too!
	They're Trucy's.
	
	Phoenix:
	Thanks, Apollo.
	
	Phoenix:
	Though, I have to admit,
	as a father, I wonder...
	
	Phoenix:
	...why are you still carrying
	my daughter's panties around
	in your pocket?
	
	Apollo:
	(Ack!  That'll teach me to
	show off my evidence to
	Mr. Wright...)
	
	
	=Talk -> 7 years ago=
	
	Phoenix:
	Seven years ago, I was
	standing in a courtroom...
	on behalf of a client.
	
	Phoenix:
	The case involved the death
	of a certain "magnificent"
	genius...
	
	Phoenix:
	I'd be surprised if you
	hadn't heard about it.
	
	Apollo:
	...It was all over the news,
	I remember that.
	
	Apollo:
	You were up against Prosecutor
	Gavin, weren't you?
	
	Phoenix:
	...Yes, he was only 17 years
	old at the time.
	
	Apollo:
	(17 years old...?
	That's still high school!)
	
	Phoenix:
	He took the bar exam abroad...
	in Europe.  They're progressive
	over there, you know.
	
	Phoenix:
	I was defeated by a 17-year-
	old newcomer.  In my shame, I
	left the practice forever.
	
	Phoenix:
	That's all.
	
	Apollo:
	That's all...?
	How could that be all!?
	
	Phoenix:
	...What do you mean?
	
	Apollo:
	What about what they were
	saying on the news about
	forged evidence!?
	
	Phoenix:
	...
	
	Apollo:
	They said you forged evidence
	and had your attorney's badge
	stripped from you!
	
	Phoenix:
	...
	
	
	=Talk -> Forged evidence=
	
	Phoenix:
	Tell me... how does it feel?
	
	Phoenix:
	How does it feel to stand here
	before Phoenix Wright,
	the Forgin' Attorney himself?
	
	Apollo:
	H-How does it feel...?
	(I... I don't want to
	believe it's true!)
	
	Apollo:
	(But what about what happened
	in my first trial...)
	
	Phoenix:
	Didn't you notice in today's
	trial?
	
	Phoenix:
	There was a single piece of
	forged evidence.
	
	Phoenix:
	I'm talking about evidence
	that shouldn't have existed.
	A naughty magician's trick...
	
	Phoenix:
	Ah ha ha ha ha!
	I don't see you jumping to
	my defense on this one...
	
	Phoenix:
	Maybe I did forge evidence,
	maybe I didn't.
	
	Phoenix:
	...It doesn't really matter
	now, does it?
	
	Apollo:
	B-But...!
	
	Phoenix:
	I'm not an attorney anymore.
	...That's the only truth you
	need to know.
	
	Apollo:
	(Mr. Wright...)
	
	Apollo:
	(Looks like he doesn't want to
	talk about the accusations of
	forgery... for now.)
	

=Move -> Eldoon's House=

---
June 16
Eldoon's House
---

Officer:
Ah, you two again.

Officer:
When, oh when will you learn.

Officer:
Look at me however you want,
you're not getting in today.

Trucy:
I wouldn't be so sure if I 
were you!  Look what we have!

Officer:
What's this?
...Detective Skye!

Officer:
...

Officer:
Yesterday, it was Prosecutor
Gavin, today it's Detective
Skye.

Officer:
Who are you two?  Really.

Apollo:
(Now he's suspicious again...)

Officer;
...Well, you got the orders,
I gotta let you in.  Have fun.

Trucy:
Thanks, Mr. Officer!

Trucy:
Let's hit it, Apollo!


=Move -> Meraktis Clinic=

---
June 16
Meraktis Clinic
Reception
---

Trucy:
Huh, kind of an at-home sort
of place, isn't it?

Apollo:
This place has a connection
to the murder in the park...

Apollo:
I'm sure of it!

Trucy:
The police guy out front
wasn't so sure.

Apollo:
Beyond it being where the
victim lived.

Apollo:
(Looks like the police team's
gone home for the day.)

Trucy:
There might be some clues
lying around!

Trucy:
Let's get cracking, Apollo!


	=Examine Slipper Rack=
	
	Trucy:
	These must be the slippers for
	patients at the clinic.
	
	Apollo:
	The same as the pair we found,
	of course.
	
	Trucy:
	Look, a single pair is missing
	from the rack here, too.
	
	Trucy:
	And ours have paint on the
	bottoms...
	
	Trucy:
	Which means they were taken
	out of here on the night of
	the murder.
	
	Apollo:
	Right...
	
	Apollo:
	The paint's from the hit and
	run, after all.
	
	Apollo:
	(But what were a pair of
	clinic slippers doing in
	that trash can?)
	
	Apollo:
	(And what were they doing at
	the scene of the hit and
	run?)
	
	
	=Examine Reception Desk=
	
	Apollo:
	The clinic's reception desk.
	No one's here, of course.
	
	Apollo:
	There's a small sign on the
	counter...
	
	Apollo:
	"Please pay your bill:
	Remember, we're the ones
	holding the scalpel."
	
	Apollo:
	Brutal... but effective.
	
	
	=Examine Bowls=
	
	Trucy:
	Look at all these bowls...
	
	Apollo:
	They're from Eldoon's Noodles!
	There's Mr. Salty!
	
	Trucy:
	Then, I think we've figured
	something out.
	
	Apollo:
	I think we have.
	
	Trucy:
	Mr. Eldoon must do take-out!
	
	Apollo:
	...
	(Not exactly what I was
	thinking.)
	
	Trucy:
	All the bowls have been
	washed clean...!
	
	Apollo:
	I think we've found our
	first clue, Trucy.
	
	
	=Examine Sandals=
	
	Trucy:
	There's a single pair of
	sandals here.
	
	Apollo:
	Wait, but why would there be
	sandals here?
	
	Apollo:
	Unless they belong to one of
	the patients.
	
	Trucy:
	Or maybe it's a visitor that's
	come to see Dr. Meraktis.
	
	Apollo:
	You'd think they'd use his
	house entrance instead of the
	clinic entrance, in that case.
	
	Apollo:
	And, if this patient or
	visitor isn't still here...
	
	Trucy:
	Why'd they leave without
	their shoes?
	
	Apollo:
	(Better take a closer look
	at these, just in case.)
	
	** Sandals added to the Court
	Record. **
	
----------------------------
Sandals
Type: Other
Retrieved from Meraktis
Clinic - Reception
Cute women's sandals.  Found
in the Meraktis Clinic foyer.

	=Check -> Examine Toe Print=
	
	Trucy:
	Hey, Apollo!
	You think this is...?
	
	Apollo:
	Huh...
	This could be a toe print.
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe we can get a print
	off of this!
	
	Trucy:
	Let's try it out!
	
	Apollo:
	Hey!  It worked!  That looks
	like... a big toe, maybe?
	
	Trucy:
	But wait!  I mean, it's great
	that we got the print...
	
	Trucy:
	But is there such a thing as
	a list of toe prints?
	
	Apollo:
	Oh, good point.  If there is,
	Detective Skye didn't give it
	to us.
	
	Apollo:
	Which means... we can't match
	this print.
	
	Trucy:
	This seems like a good time
	to ask a detective's advice.
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah, good idea.
	
----------------------------
Sandals
Type: Other
Retrieved from Meraktis
Clinic - Reception
Women's sandals found in the
Meraktis Clinic foyer.  Big toe
print found on left sandal.
----------------------------


	=Examine Door=
	
	Trucy:
	Look!  This door says
	"Doctor's Office"!
	
	Apollo:
	Think this is the victim's
	private office?
	
	Trucy:
	It's not locked...
	Too bad.
	
	Apollo:
	Why "too bad"?
	
	Trucy:
	I like opening locks!  It's
	kind of a hobby of mine.
	
	Trucy:
	Like those little bike locks?
	Don't even bother putting them
	on when I'm around!
	
	Apollo:
	...That's probably not a hobby
	you want to tell too many
	people about.
	
	
*thump*
	
Trucy:
......!
Ah... Apollo!  That sound...
It came from behind this door!

Apollo:
(...Someone's in there!)

Apollo:
L-Let's check it out, Trucy!

Apollo:
A break-in!
They left through that window!

Trucy:
Wait, Apollo!  You're too late
to catch them now!

Apollo:
(That must be her experience
as a panty-snatcher chaser
talking.)

Apollo:
Well, we should tell the
police!

Trucy:
Let's check the room out,
first, Apollo!

Trucy:
If we call the police now,
we'll lose our chance!

Apollo:
Y-You're right.
(She's better at this than
I am!)

Trucy:
Well, one thing's for certain.

Trucy:
This clinic and our murder
case are looking pretty
related now!


	=Examine Jars=
	
	Apollo:
	Whoa!  What are those?
	
	Apollo:
	The wall is covered with
	beakers...
	
	Trucy:
	Eeeeek!  Something's moving
	inside that one!
	
	Trucy:
	...You look, Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	H-Hey, look yourself!
	You can't... Oh.
	
	Apollo:
	...It's a goldfish.
	
	Trucy:
	Wow, they're all fish!
	So many kinds!
	
	Apollo:
	(Whoever designed this had
	a sick sense of humor...)
	
	
	=Examine Plant=
	
	Apollo:
	This potted plant has seen
	better days.
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm... That doesn't make
	sense either.
	
	Trucy:
	What doesn't?
	
	Apollo:
	Normally, burglars are looking
	for valuables, right?
	
	Trucy:
	That's true!  That's what I 
	would do!  If I were a burglar.
	
	Apollo:
	So why look under a potted
	plant?
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe they were looking for
	the key to the safe?
	
	Apollo:
	I've heard of people putting
	their house keys under plants,
	but the key to a safe...?
	
	Trucy:
	Then maybe the burglar was
	looking for the house keys!
	
	Apollo:
	(This is getting nowhere
	fast...)
	
	
	=Examine Papers=
	
	Apollo:
	Books and papers are scattered
	around the room.
	
	Trucy:
	Wow, what a mess.  This is
	worse than Daddy's room!
	
	Trucy:
	The burglar must have left in
	a hurry.
	
	Apollo:
	Even the cup on the desk here
	is lying on its side.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  The juice that spilled
	out of that cup... It's dry.
	
	Trucy:
	So, the messy one wasn't our
	burglar just now!
	
	Apollo:
	Someone knocked this cup over
	a while ago and left it.
	
	
	=Examine Window=
	
	Apollo:
	The window is ajar.
	
	Trucy:
	That must be how our burglar
	escaped!
	
	Apollo:
	I wonder who it was?
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe it was just a burglar
	who happened to pick here?
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah, but there's a patrol
	car sitting out front.
	
	Apollo:
	If I were a burglar, I'd come
	back the next day at least.
	
	Trucy:
	I'd give it a month, myself.
	
	Apollo:
	(Whoever broke in obviously
	needed to break in today.)
	
	
	=Examine Lamp=
	
	Trucy:
	Kind of an expensive-looking
	lamp, isn't it?
	
	Trucy:
	Hey... The bulb's broken.
	
	Apollo:
	Broken?
	Don't you mean burned-out?
	
	Trucy:
	No.  Our cat burglar must have
	dropped it.
	
	Apollo:
	But why is it standing up on
	the floor like that then?
	
	Trucy:
	Hey, look at the cord...
	
	Apollo:
	(Huh?  There's a red splotch
	on a part of the cord...)
	
	Apollo:
	You think that's... blood?
	
	Trucy:
	It's a little bright for
	blood.  Almost pinkish.
	
	Apollo:
	Something's definitely odd
	about this lamp, that's for
	sure.
	
	** Lamp added to the Court
	Record. **
	
----------------------------
Lamp
Type: Other
Retrieved from 
Meraktis Clinic - Office.
Found in the Meraktis Clinic
office with a broken bulb and
a red stain on the cord.

	=Check -> Examine Bulb=
	
	Apollo:
	The bulb is broken.
	It won't turn on.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh?  How is it broken...?
	
	Apollo:
	Don't touch that.  You'll
	cut yourself.
	
	Trucy:
	Eeeek!
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah, yeah, fool me once,
	shame on me, fool me twice...
	
	Trucy:
	M-My finger!
	
	Apollo:
	Ack!  Y-You're bleeding!
	Let me see that...
	
	Apollo:
	......
	Wait.
	
	Trucy:
	...Magic blood!  Tee hee!
	Gotcha!
	
	Apollo:
	...Please don't do that again.
	
	Apollo:
	I have enough to worry about 
	without my co-workers injuring
	themselves on the evidence.
	
----------------------------


	=Examine Lamp (again)=
	
	Apollo:
	Kind of an expensive-looking
	lamp.  The bulb's broken.
	
	Apollo:
	(And here I thought light
	bulbs were usually pretty
	resilient little buggers.)
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe the burglar dropped it.
	
	Apollo:
	Funny that it's standing
	upright on the floor then.
	
	Trucy:
	It's bit peculiar [sic], isn't
	it...?


	=Examine Safe=
	
	Trucy:
	What a cute little safe!
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm, looks like a four-digit
	lock.
	
	Trucy:
	...!
	
	Trucy:
	Someone's already entered
	in two numbers, Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	7...9...
	Wait, do you think...
	
	Apollo:
	...That burglar just now
	was trying to open it!?
	
	Apollo:
	(I wonder what's inside
	this safe...?)
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm, is there any way we can
	figure out the last two
	numbers?
	
	Apollo:
	Well, we know the first two
	are 7 and 9...
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe there's something in
	the Court Record?
	
	Trucy:
	Something that can help us
	figureout the last two
	numbers!
	
	Apollo:
	(Hmm, I wonder...)
	
	
		[ No such luck ]
		
		Apollo:
		That would be a bit too
		lucky, don't you think?
		
		Trucy:
		Well, I suppose...
		
		Trucy:
		If only there was something
		that could finger which
		buttons had been pressed!
		
		Apollo:
		(Something that could "finger
		which buttons were pressed",
		huh?)
		
		Apollo:
		(Maybe there is a way after
		all...)
		
		
		[ I've got just the thing! ]
		
		Apollo:
		Well, I have an idea...
		
		Trucy:
		I knew it, Apollo!
		What is it?
		
		Apollo:
		(Well...)
		
		Apollo:
		(All we have to know is what
		buttons have been pressed!)
		
		Apollo:
		We can use this to find out
		what the next two numbers are!
		
		
			((Present Wrong))
			
			Apollo:
			*TAKE THAT!*
			
			Trucy:
			...
			I'm not sure how that's going
			to help us.
			
			Apollo:
			(Neither am I, come to think
			of it...)
			
			Trucy:
			If only there was something
			that could finger which
			buttons had been pressed!
			
			Apollo:
			(Something that could "finger"
			which buttons were pressed",
			huh?)
			
		
		((Present Fingerprint Powder))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Apollo:
		...When you press the buttons,
		you'd have to touch them...
		
		Apollo:
		...with your finger, right?
		
		Trucy:
		It would leave a print!
		
		Apollo:
		When you open a safe, you
		don't press any other buttons
		but the right ones, right?
		
		Apollo:
		So, if we can find the
		buttons with fingerprints...
		
		Trucy:
		We'll have the safe code!
		
		Trucy:
		Not bad, Apollo!
		
		Apollo:
		Look!  You can see the oily
		finger residues clearly.
		
		Apollo:
		Look at 7 and 9...
		
		Trucy:
		These are glove marks.  The
		burglar must have been wearing
		gloves.
		
		Apollo:
		Well, we might not be able to
		identify the burglar, but we
		can open this safe!
		
		Apollo:
		Let's give it a shot!
		
		Apollo:
		...It opened!
		
	
	=Examine Chart=
	
	Trucy:
	This looks like... a medical
	chart.
	
	Trucy:
	There's an X-ray in here with
	it.
	
	Apollo:
	An X-ray...?  Hmm, can't make
	heads or tails of it.
	
	Apollo:
	And I can't read the chart
	either, it's all in medical-
	speak.
	
	Trucy:
	But, the names are easy enough
	to read.  Look, by "Patient" it
	says... "Wocky Kitaki"!
	
	Trucy:
	So this is Wocky... our
	client's chart, huh.
	
	Apollo:
	Why would this one chart be
	here in this safe...?
	
	Apollo:
	Let's see, the physician's
	signature says "Pal Meraktis".
	
	Apollo:
	Eh...
	
	Trucy:
	What is it, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	Look here where it says who
	filed the chart...
	
	Trucy:
	Let's see... "Nurse Alita
	Tiala"...!
	
	Apollo:
	Alita Tialita is Wocky's
	fiancée!
	
	Trucy:
	That's one "ita" too many,
	Apololo!
	
	Apollo:
	Never mind that, what's her
	name doing here!?
	
	Trucy:
	How should I know?
	
	Trucy:
	Though... I guess it means
	she's on staff at this
	clinic?
	
	Apollo:
	Odd that she neglected to
	mention this before now...
	
	Trucy:
	I'm sure she had her reasons.
	
	Apollo:
	(So Alita Tiala worked at the
	Meraktis Clinic...)
	
	Apollo:
	(And hse had access to Wocki
	Kitaky's medical chart!)
	
	Trucy:
	You got the "I" and "Y" wrong,
	Appolo!
	
	Apollo:
	I'd be very interested to find
	out what this chart says.
	
	Apollo:
	(Who could help us decipher
	this...?)
	
	** Wocky's Chart added to the
	Court Record. **
	
----------------------------
Wocky's Chart
Type: Documents
Retrieved from
Meraktis Clinic - Office
Found in the Meraktis Clinic
safe.  Signed by nurse Alita
Tiala.	
----------------------------


	=Examine Chart (again)=
	
	Apollo:
	(Wocky's medical chart was
	hidden inside a safe...)
	
	Apollo:
	(And Alita Tiala was the one
	who filed it.)
	
	Apollo:
	We have to figure out what
	this chart says.
	
	Apollo:
	(I wonder if there's anyone
	who can help us decipher it?)


	=Examine Bullet Hole=
	
	Apollo:
	This looks like a bullet hole!
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm, you can still see the
	bullet sticking out of it.
	
	Apollo:
	Why is it in the middle of
	a safe?
	
	Trucy:
	Hey, the bullet came out!
	The tip is all squished.
	
	Apollo:
	Not surprising given that it
	was fired into a metal safe.
	
	Apollo:
	(This bullet's got a story
	behind it, that's for sure.)
	
	** Bullet added to the Court
	Record. **
	
----------------------------
Bullet
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Meraktis Clinic - Office
Found in the Meraktis Clinic
safe.  Squished from impact
with the back of the safe.

	=Check -> Examine Tip=
	
	Trucy:
	Wow!
	It's all mushed!
	
	Apollo:
	That was one tough safe.
	
	Trucy:
	You know, it looks kinda
	yummy.
	
	Apollo:
	...Huh?
	
	Trucy:
	...Like ice cream!  Mmm-mmm!
	Caramel!
	
	Apollo:
	You certainly have an active
	imagination, Trucy.
	
----------------------------


	=Examine Bullet Hole (again)=
	
	Apollo:
	(A bullet hole remains in the
	back wall of the safe.)
	
	Apollo:
	(Now why would someone shoot
	a bullet into a safe?)
	
	
=Move -> Meraktis Clinic=


	=Examine Door=
	
	Apollo:
	A plate on this door reads
	"Doctor's Office".
	
	Trucy:
	That was pretty intense,
	wasn't it!?
	
	Apollo:
	If we'd gone in there one
	second earlier, we might have
	met the burglar!
	
	Trucy:
	But, Apollo...
	
	Trucy:
	What would we have said if
	we did see them?
	
	Trucy:
	We can't exactly shout out
	"Hey!  Who are you!?"
	
	Apollo:
	...
	It does lack a certain punch.
	
	Trucy:
	Let's think of something
	cool to say for the next time
	we do meet a burglar!
	
	
	=Examine Sandals=
	
	Apollo:
	A pair of sandals in a
	deserted clinic...
	
	Trucy:
	It's a little scary... when
	you stop to think about it.
	
	Trucy:
	And how did the lady go home
	without her sandals?
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm...
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe her operation here
	was to add wings, and she
	flew home?
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, I've heard of those!
	Surgical enhancements, right?
	
	Apollo:
	(Surgical enhancements are for
	a different part of the body,
	and, I was kidding...)	
	
	
=Move -> Detention Center=

---
June 16
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---

Trucy:
Well, the time of the decision
is upon us!

Trucy:
Which one of our two jailbirds
do we want to talk to?

Guard:
Excuse me!

Guard:
Both detainees are currently
in questioning to corroborate
their accounts.

Apollo:
Mr. Stickler and Wocky?
Both of them?

Apollo:
(I pity the questioner...)

Trucy:
I guess we'll be back then!
	
	
=Move -> People Park=

Ema:
I know that face.

Ema:
That's the face of someone
who's made... a discovery!

Trucy:
Hey, how did you know?

Ema:
You can't fool someone trained
in the ways of science!

Apollo:
(Next she'll have us analyzing
face prints...)

Trucy:
Let's ask Detective Skye to
help us, Apollo!


	=Talk -> Another shoe print=
	
	Apollo:
	Detective Skye?  Mind if we
	give it another shot?
	
	Ema:
	I wish there were more
	prints to analyze... *sniffle*
	
	Ema:
	I know!  Quick!  Step in that
	mud over there!
	
	Apollo:
	Uh, I don't think analyzing 
	my footprint is going to do
	us much good.
	
	Ema:
	*sigh* I would have had fun.
	
	
	=Present Wocky's Chart=
	
	Trucy:
	Detective Skye, I was
	wondering about this...
	
	Apollo:
	Ack, Trucy!  Wait!
	
	Trucy:
	What?
	
	Apollo:
	That's vital evidence there.
	You can't show her that!
	
	Apollo:
	That's our secret weapon
	in tomorrow's trial for sure!
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh!  Clever, Apollo!
	
	Ema:
	...What did I tell you before?
	
	Ema:
	If you're going to talk behind
	someone's back, do it quietly.
	
	
	=Present Lamp=
	
	Apollo:
	Say, could you take a look
	at this lamp?
	
	Ema:
	Hmm.  The bulb's broken.
	
	Apollo:
	Right.  Strange, isn't it?
	
	Ema:
	Really?  I break bulbs all
	the time.
	
	Ema:
	My desk is a mess and my lamp
	is always falling over.
	...Not too bright, huh?
	
	Apollo:
	(Ouch...)
	
	Trucy:
	I still think it's kind of
	odd...
	
	
	=Present Bullet=
	
	Trucy:
	Detective Skye, I was
	wondering about this...
	
	Apollo:
	Ack, Trucy!  Wait!
	
	Trucy:
	What?
	
	Apollo:
	This bullet was inside the
	safe, right?
	
	Apollo:
	That means the police don't
	know about it yet!
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, right!  We can use this
	in the trial tomorrow!
	
	Ema:
	...Do I have to repeat myself
	every time?
	
	Ema:
	If you're going to talk behind
	someone's back, do so quietly!
	
	
	=Present Sandals or Slippers=
	
	
		((Presented Sandals))
		
		Ema: 
		These sandals...
		
		
		((Presented Slippers)
		
		Ema:
		Ah, the slippers...
		
		
	Ema:
	That's quite a clear print
	there.  ...A toe print.
		
	Trucy:
	Too bad we don't know whose
	toe it is.
		
	Ema:
	Well, there is a way of
	finding out, of course.
	
	Apollo:
	There is!?  What?
	
	Ema:
	All you need is a sample of
	the same toe print, off
	another shoe, for instance.
	
	Apollo:
	Oh, right.  So if the prints
	matched, you'd know the same
	person wore both.
	
	Apollo:
	(Hmm.  Do I have another shoe
	worn by the same person?)
	
	
		[ No such luck ]
		
		Apollo:
		No... I can't think of 
		anything I might have with
		a toe print on it.
		
		Ema:
		Ah well, it was too much to
		hope for, I suppose.  Let me
		know if you find something.
		
		Apollo:
		(A toe print sample... Hmm.)
		
		
		[ Got one right here ]
		
		Apollo:
		I think I just might,
		actually.
		
		Ema:
		Really!?
		
		Apollo:
		(I'm beginning to suspect
		something here...)
		
		Apollo:
		Detective Skye!  Can you
		compare this sample with
		this other print?
		
		
			((Present Wrong))
			
			Apollo:
			*TAKE THAT!*
			
			Ema:
			...
			
			Ema:
			I did say "toe print" sample,
			didn't I?
			
			Ema:
			Where exactly is the toe
			print on this evidence!?
			
			Apollo:
			(Oops.  Stormy Skyes ahead...)
			
			Ema:
			Try again.  Scientifically
			this time, if you would.
			
			Apollo:
			(Hmm, a toe print.  Right!)
			
			
		((Present Slippers or Sandals))    (whichever you didn't before)
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Apollo:
		This pair of slippers/sandals,
		toe print and all.
		
		Ema:
		Ooh!  The print on these
		is nice and clear, too.
		That makes our job easy.
		
		Apollo:
		Can you analyze it for us?
		
		Ema:
		Of course!  Hang on...
		
		Ema:
		Bingo!
		Gosh, I'm good.
		
		Apollo:
		(Hey, we were the ones who
		found the prints...)
		
		Ema:
		A perfect match!
		
		Ema:
		The same person wore these
		sandals and slippers!
		
		Apollo:
		I was afraid of that...
		
		Ema:
		All you have to do is find out
		who these sandals belong to!
		
		Ema:
		Or... do you already know?
		
		Apollo:
		I... can't say.  Not yet.
		
		Apollo:
		(Well, that's one big step
		closer...)
		
		Apollo:
		(...to the truth!)
		
		
	=Present Slippers or Sandals (again)=
		
	Ema:
	Well, if the prints on these
	slippers and these sandals
	match, which they do...
		
	Ema:
	...it means that the same
	person was wearing them.
		
	Trucy:
	You know, I thought that's
	what it might mean!
		
	Trucy:
	Science is amazing!
		
	Ema:
	It is, isn't it!?  I've never
	felt so alive!
		
	Apollo:
	(I don't know about science,
	but this is a major lead!)
	
----------------------------
Slippers
Type: Other
Retrieved from the
entrance to People Park.
Slippers used by patients at
the Meraktis Clinic.  Big toe
print found in left slipper.

	=Check -> Examine Print=
	
	Apollo:
	The toe prints match...
	
	Apollo:
	Which means the sandals and
	the slippers were worn by
	the same person.
	
	Apollo:
	And the slippers are from the
	Meraktis Clinic.  These have to
	be connected to the crime!
	
----------------------------
Sandals
Type: Other
Retrieved from Meraktis
Clinic - Reception
Women's sandals found in the
Meraktis Clinic foyer.  Big toe
print found on left sandal.

	=Check -> Examine Print=
	
	Apollo:
	The toe prints match...
	
	Apollo:
	Which means the sandals and
	the slippers were worn by
	the same person.
	
	Apollo:
	If only we knew who these
	sandals belonged to...
	
----------------------------
		
	
=Move -> Detention Center=

---
June 16
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---

Wocky:
Don't cry angel, Daddy's
back and Daddy's...

Wocky:
...Oh.
You again.

Apollo:
Do you always have to announce
your entrances like that?

Wocky:
Man, my old man, he...
Man!

Wocky:
Now I'm all in a funk, and
it's his fault.

Apollo:
(One can only assume that his
father tried to teach him a
lesson.  And failed, clearly.)

Wocky:
You two got your work cut
out for you, straight up.

Wocky:
Course I don't care if they
lock me up.  I'm ready to go!

Apollo:
(Some days, I wonder why
I do what I do.)


	=Present Other=
	
	Wocky:
	...
	Man... that is so far off the
	hook, it's off the chain, G!
	
	Apollo:
	(He seems preoccupied with
	something else...)
	
	Wocky:
	...Wonder how my Alita's
	doing.  Man, I miss her.
	
	
	=Present Sandals=
	
	Apollo:
	Wocky... You don't happen to
	recognize these, do you?
	
	Wocky:
	Hey!  Sure I do!
	
	Wocky:
	I was the one who bought 'em
	for her.
	
	Trucy:
	For... Ms. Tiala?
	
	Wocky:
	Yeah.
	A birthday present.
	
	Wocky:
	She's got mad little feet.
	Mad!  So cute, man.
	
	Trucy:
	So these sandals are hers...
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah... I kinda had a feeling.
	
	Wocky:
	What's up with the
	funky vibes?
	
	Apollo:
	(*sigh*...)
	
	** Sandals updated in the Court
	Record. **
	
----------------------------
Alita's Sandals
Type: Other
Retrieved from Meraktis
Clinic - Reception.
Present from Wocky, found in
Meraktis Clinic foyer.  Big toe
print found on left sandal.

	=Check -> Examine Print=
	
	Apollo:
	(If these sandals belong
	to Ms. Tiala...)
	
	Apollo:
	(...then is this print hers,
	too?)
	
	Trucy:
	Something wrong?
	
	Apollo:
	No... Nothing.
	
----------------------------


	=Present Wocky's Chart=
	
	Wocky:
	Huh?  What's that?  Some kinda
	X-ray?
	
	Wocky:
	Wait...
	
	Apollo:
	That's right, Wocky.
	It's yours.
	
	Wocky:
	Hey look, I don't smoke or
	nothing.  I'll live long,
	right?
	
	Trucy:
	I don't think he gets it,
	Apollo...
	
	Apollo:
	Ah, take a closer look.
	Here, in particular...
	
	Apollo:
	...where it says "Nurse".
	...It's signed "Alita Tiala".
	
	Wocky:
	...Huh.  You lawyers do your
	homework.
	
	Trucy:
	So, you met Ms. Tiala
	when you...
	
	Wocky:
	Yeah, I met her at the clinic.
	So?
	
	Apollo:
	Could you tell us a bit about
	the circumstances of your
	meeting?
	
	Wocky:
	Fine, fine!  I'll tell you
	how we met if you want to
	know that bad.
	
	
	=Talk -> Guilty verdict=
	
	Wocky:
	Hey man, you won't see me
	bugging 'bout one or two
	guilty charges.
	
	Trucy:
	But what if you're found
	guilty of murder!?
	
	Wocky:
	Hey, it's all experience,
	you feel me, shorty?
	Like a badge of honor.
	
	Wocky:
	...They don't give the death
	penalty, do they?
	
	Trucy:
	...You didn't really do it,
	did you?
	
	Wocky:
	...
	
	Wocky:
	Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.
	
	Apollo:
	(If I've learned one thing
	today... it's that "silence"
	speaks louder than words.)
	
	
	=Talk -> Your father=
	
	Wocky:
	Man, my old man is wack.
	Disappointing, that's what
	he is.
	
	Trucy:
	I heard he wants to leave
	the mob?
	
	Wocky:
	Over my dead body!
	
	Wocky:
	I spend my life, trying to
	keep it real, being an O.G.
	and never stepping down.
	
	Wocky:
	Now my old man wants to go
	soft?  Fine, let him.  Just
	leave me out of it.
	
	Apollo:
	(*sigh*)
	
	Wocky:
	The day I get out of the
	clink...
	
	Wocky:
	That's the day Alita and
	I start the next generation
	of the Kitaki Family.
	
	Apollo:
	(Please don't talk as though
	it's assumed you're going to
	jail... for my sake.)
	
	
	=Talk -> Wocky & Alita=
	
	Wocky:
	'Bout half a year ago, I was
	shot during a little turf war
	with another family.
	
	Wocky:
	I was ready to die, sure.
	
	Wocky:
	But they came in and got me,
	hauled me off to the doc's.
	
	Trucy:
	...The Meraktis Clinic?
	
	Wocky:
	That's where I met her.
	My fallen angel...
	
	Apollo:
	You mean Alita Tiala?
	
	Wocky:
	She was scared of me at
	first, turns out.
	
	Wocky:
	But you know what they say --
	the bad guy always gets the
	ladies.
	
	Apollo:
	Right...
	
	Wocky:
	She was done with that clinic
	anyhow.
	
	Wocky:
	So I was like, I'll take you
	on, woman!
	
	Wocky:
	Straight gangster style.
	Guess what she said?
	
	Trucy:
	What did she say?
	
	Wocky:
	C'mon, give it some thought!
	
	Wocky:
	She said it real quiet-like,
	on the down low, know what
	I'm saying?
	
	Wocky:
	"I'll leave... if you'll marry
	me."
	
	Apollo:
	So... that was the proposal?
	
	Wocky:
	You know it!  An oath of love,
	right there in the hospital
	room.
	
	Wocky:
	Just like that, the op was
	done, and we were outta there.
	See ya later, bye!
	
	Apollo:
	Um, about that "op"...
	
	Wocky:
	Yeah.  Didn't go so well after
	all, did it?
	
	Wocky:
	I know about the report.
	I know it's still in me.
	
	
	=Talk -> Health check-up=
	
	Trucy:
	This health check-up was the
	Boss's idea, you said?
	
	Wocky:
	Yeah.  Can you imagine?
	
	Wocky:
	What's the point of living
	healthy when you're a G,
	you know what I'm saying?
	
	Trucy:
	But didn't you learn about
	the bullet at that check-up?
	
	Wocky:
	Yeah...
	
	Wocky:
	That's when I knew that doctor
	had to pay.
	
	Wocky:
	Figured I could get that cap
	pulled after I got my revenge.
	
	Wocky:
	And hey, I'm still living
	large now, aren't I?
	
	Apollo:
	Incidentally... had you ever
	had a health check-up before?
	
	Wocky:
	Naw, my old man suddenly gets
	this idea that we all gotta
	get check-ups!
	
	Wocky:
	Guess he's getting old.
	Older, I mean.
	

=Move -> Eldoon's House=

---
June 16
Eldoon's House
---

Trucy:
Mr. Eldoon!  We've been looking
all over for you!

Guy:
What's the matter, Trucy-doll?

Trucy:
Apollo!  Show him what we
found!

Trucy:
Nothing like expert advice!

Apollo:
(I... suppose he is a
doctor still...)

Guy:
...
*sniffle*

Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon!  Is everything OK?

Guy:
I'm just *sniffle* so happy!

Guy:
I just thought my doctor days
were gone for good. *sniffle*

Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon...


	=Present Wocky's Chart=
	
	Apollo:
	Um, Mr. Eldoon, could you
	take a look at this?
	
	Guy:
	Hrm?  A medical chart?
	
	Guy:
	Hey, you shouldn't go around
	taking these from clinics!
	
	Guy:
	...
	
	Trucy:
	Why the sudden silence,
	Mr. Eldoon?
	
	Guy:
	What...?
	What's going on here!?
	
	Apollo:
	That's what we want to know!
	
	Apollo:
	That chart belongs to my
	client.
	
	Trucy:
	He's on trial... On suspicion
	of murder.
	
	Guy:
	On trial!  That's crazy!
	
	Guy:
	You can't put him on trial!
	He's ABD!
	
	Trucy:
	...ABD?
	
	Guy:
	All but dead.  He's knocking
	on the Pearly Gates, and
	someone's about to answer.
	
	Apollo:
	C-Can you tell us why?
	
	Guy:
	...
	
	Guy:
	Well, permit me to speak
	as a surgeon...
	
	Guy:
	You listen up good now, son.
	
	Apollo:
	(No way... It's like he's
	a completely different
	person...)
	
	
	=Present Anything (after chart)=
	
	Apollo:
	Um, Mr. Eldoon, could you
	take a look at this?
	
	Guy:
	You think we got time for
	that?  Well, we don't.
	
	Guy:
	You see me without my bowl
	on, you're looking at a man
	who means business.
	
	Guy:
	So stop beating around the
	bush and get cutting!
	
	Apollo:
	(Better hear what he has to
	say while he's in a talkative
	mood...)
	
	
	=Talk -> Wocky's chart=
	
	Guy:
	Well, according to this
	chart... this "Wocky Kitaki"
	feller's not doing so well.
	
	Guy:
	He's got a bullet right up
	side his heart!
	
	Apollo:
	That's right.
	
	Guy:
	Yeah, but this chart talks
	about the post-op...
	
	Guy:
	In other words, the operation
	is already finished!
	
	Guy:
	...But you can still see that
	bullet stuck in there.
	
	Apollo:
	Why would it still be in
	there after the operation
	to remove it?
	
	Guy:
	Well, 'bout the only reason
	I can think of is, it was too
	tricky to operate on.
	
	Trucy:
	What...?
	
	Guy:
	That bullet's snug as a bug
	there next to the aorta, which
	is connected to the heart.
	
	Guy:
	Heck, that scrap of metal's
	just surrounded by blood
	vessels.  Kind of a miracle.
	
	Guy:
	Two millimeters to either side
	and there'd be some serious
	bleeding going on in there.
	
	Guy:
	Not something yer average
	doc'd be eager to fiddle with.
	
	Trucy:
	Y-You mean...
	
	Guy:
	It took a miracle to get that
	bullet stuck where it is.
	
	Guy:
	I'd take more than a miracle
	to take it out.  It'd take a
	magician.
	
	Apollo:
	...
	
	Trucy:
	Um... I'm only up to making
	rabbits disappear.  I haven't
	learned bullets yet.
	
	Guy:
	'Course with the heart pumping
	and lungs working... That
	bullet's on the move.
	
	Guy:
	I'd give him another half
	a year, tops.
	
	Apollo:
	B-But Wocky's operation was
	already a half-year ago!
	
	Guy:
	That's why I'm saying you're
	outta time!
	
	Guy:
	This kid shouldn't be on 
	trial!  He should be on an
	operating table!
	
	Apollo:
	(Great... Just great...)
	
	
	=Meraktis's dilemma=
	
	Trucy:
	How could Dr. Meraktis
	do such a terrible thing?
	
	Trucy:
	How could he just leave that
	bullet in there?
	
	Guy:
	I got a pretty good idea of
	how he felt...
	
	Guy:
	An emergency operation... He's
	got the kid's chest open on
	the table.
	
	Guy:
	Then he finds that bullet...
	That's despair right there,
	Trucy-doll.  Cold despair.
	
	Trucy:
	Despair...
	
	Guy:
	'Bout the only thing he could
	do is sew the boy back up.
	
	Guy:
	He wasn't exactly in the
	situation to go admitting
	he couldn't take it out.
	
	Trucy:
	The Kitakis...
	
	Guy:
	You bet.  This kid's their
	only son, I hear.
	
	Guy:
	So, he skips the operation,
	and Wocky's back on the street
	living his life.
	
	Guy:
	'Course, it's only a matter
	of time before his heart
	hemorrhages and he drops cold.
	
	Trucy:
	How awful...!
	
	Guy:
	And which doctor would they
	take him to?  Meraktis.
	
	Guy:
	He's got enough ties to them,
	he could probably cover up
	the truth of what happened.
	
	Trucy:
	That's just horrible!
	
	Trucy:
	He left Wocky to die!
	
	Guy:
	There's a darkness in this
	world, Trucy-doll.  Waiting,
	hungry.
	
	Guy:
	Compared to it, these gangs'
	turf wars are like kid games.
	
	Guy:
	When you're up against real
	evil...
	
	Guy:
	Well, it don't matter if
	you're weak or strong.
	It'll take you all the same.
	
	Trucy:
	...
	
	Trucy:
	You were a surgeon, right
	Mr. Eldoon!?
	
	Trucy:
	You could operate on Wocky,
	couldn't you!?
	
	Guy:
	...I wish.
	
	Trucy:
	What...?
	
	Guy:
	I'm afraid there ain't nobody
	in the country that could.
	
	Guy:
	Maybe not even in the
	world...
	
	Trucy:
	So... So Wocky...
	
	Guy:
	He's real lucky to be alive
	even now.
	
	Trucy:
	No...!
	
	Apollo:
	There's one problem...
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	This chart... Look at the
	"Nurse" section...
	
	Apollo:
	...Alita Tiala.
	
	Trucy:
	That's right!  This operation
	was how they met.
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah, the problem is, she
	knew.
	
	Apollo:
	She knew about Wocky's
	condition, guaranteed.
	
	Trucy:
	Ah...
	
	Apollo:
	Why didn't she ever tell him?
	
	Guy:
	...
	
	Apollo:
	(It doesn't make sense...)
	
	Apollo:
	(If she knew her patient
	was in serious danger...)
	
	Apollo:
	(...you'd think she'd want to
	get that second operation
	before getting engaged!)
	
	Trucy:
	What was she thinking!?
	Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	(What were you thinking,
	Alita Tiala...?)
	
			To be continued.


============================
Episode 2
Turnabout Corner
Day 3: Trial            -20301-
============================				
				
---
June 17, 9:52 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
---

Trucy:
This is it, the big day!
Did you get any sleep?

Apollo:
Yeah, I went to bed at
1:00 AM or so.

Trucy:
Oh?  What time did you
wake up?

Apollo:
...3:00 AM.

Trucy:
That's only two hours,
Apollo...

Trucy:
But, at least you have me!

Trucy:
...And the Amazing Mr. Hat!

Mr. Hat:
Here's looking at you, kid.

???:
Good luck today, Apollo.

Apollo:
Th-That voice...

Phoenix:
Heya.  Get any sleep?

Apollo:
...Mr. Wright!

Phoenix:
I was going out of my mind
with boredom, so I signed
myself out earlier today.

Phoenix:
Somehow, that place makes fake
piano playing at the Indochine
pasta joint seem almost fun.

Trucy:
Daddy!  Do you know who
Prosecutor Gavin's witness
is today?

Phoenix:
Take a guess!

Trucy:
Hmm... How about Little Plum?

Phoenix:
Ah ha ha!  That Sherman tank
of a mom?  Nope, guess again.

Trucy:
That's too bad.  You know,
speaking of moms...

Trucy:
You need to find me a new
mommy one of these days,
Daddy!

Phoenix:
It's barely morning and you're
at it already, Trucy!

Phoenix:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

Apollo:
(OK, see, this is why I don't
buy their "father-daughter"
relationship.)

Apollo:
So, Mr. Wright!  Do you know
who the prosecution's witness
is?

Phoenix:
...Alita Tiala.  Your client's
fiancée.

Apollo:
(She's going to be a
witness!?)

Trucy:
But that seems odd... Why
would she testify against
her own fiancé?

Phoenix:
You have to wonder what
Gavin's up to.

Apollo:
(Something's going down today,
that much is clear!)

Trucy:
Well, not to worry.  I've
got my panties back.

Trucy:
If we can't find a killer,
I'll pull one out of there!

---
June 17, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 4
---

Judge:
Court is now in session for
the trial of Wocky Kitaki.

Apollo:
The defense is ready,
Your Honor.

Klavier:
...Prosecution is warmed up,
and it's a sold-out house.

Judge:
Very well, to recap...

Judge:
While yesterday's witness
seemed more guilty than any
other party...

Trucy:
Guilty of panty-snatching!

Judge:
We did find out one thing
for certain.

Judge:
There were three people in
the park at the time of the 
murder:

Judge:
The witness, the victim, and
the defendant.

Klavier:
...Correct, Herr Judge.
And today, I'd like to do
something a little new age.

Klavier:
I'd like to look at this
horrible crime... from the
outside.

Apollo:
The "outside"...?

Klavier:
The acquisition of the
murder weapon... The
preparation for the act...

Klavier:
Our poor defendant told all,
you see.

Klavier:
...To his betrothed.

Judge:
His... bee trove?

Klavier:
...His fiancée, Herr Judge.
His partner for life... with
no chance for parole.

Judge:
Very well, you may show the
erm... "lucky" lady to the
stand.

Klavier:
...Your name and occupation,
Fräulein.

Alita:
Alita Tiala.  My occupation...
is future wife.

Judge:
Ah, traditional values!
I respect that.

Judge:
Too many brides these days
can't even weave baskets
blindfolded... underwater.

Judge:
Yet you're here today as a
witness for the prosecution?

Alita:
To be honest, I didn't want to
testify at first.

Alita:
But... I couldn't hide the
truth.

Judge:
Hmm.  Honesty!  Another
admirable trait.

Klavier:
...Fräulein, is it true
that, on the day of the 
crime...

Klavier:
...the defendant, Wocky
Kitaki confessed his plans?

Klavier:
His plans... for murder?

Alita:
...Yes.

Judge:
The witness will please give
her testimony to the court!

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- Wocky's Plan --
	
	Alita:
	It was the day that the
	family health check-up
	results came back.
	
	Alita:
	When Wocky found out that
	Dr. Meraktis had lied, he
	flew into a rage.
	
	Alita:
	"I'll teach him!" he said.
	He took one of the Family's
	pistols...
	
	Alita:
	...And, you already know what
	happened that night.
	
	Alita:
	I... just don't see how anyone
	but Wocky could have done it.
	
Judge:
So, the pistol did belong to
the Kitaki Family, then...

Klavier:
Yes.  With regards to this,
an investigation is underway
at the Kitaki mansion...

Klavier:
...on charges of the
possession of illegal
firearms.

Judge:
And the bullet that took the
victim's life?  Was it...

Klavier:
...Fired from the pistol the
defendant procured?  Yes, this
has been proven.

Trucy:
How can you prove something
like that?

Apollo:
Bullets carry marks from the
barrel that fired them, called
"rifling marks".

Trucy:
Rifling marks...?

Klavier:
Think of them as being a gun's
fingerprint, left on every
bullet it fires.

Apollo:
And when did you first hear
about Wocky's plan?

Alita:
It was the day of the murder.

Alita:
I...
I should have stopped him!

Alita:
I just didn't think he would
actually do it!

Judge:
...Very well.

Judge:
The defense may begin the
cross-examination.

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- Wocky's Plan --
	
	Alita:
	It was the day that the
	family health check-up
	results came back.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		That was the day of the
		murder, correct?
		
		Alita:
		Yes.  Everyone in the Family
		received their check-up
		results that day.
		
		Alita:
		When Wocky looked at his,
		his face went so pale...
		
		Klavier:
		But of course.  He had just
		found out he had a bullet
		in his chest!
		
		Apollo:
		So, you were there at the
		time?
		
		Alita:
		Yes...
		Poor Wocky...
	
	Alita:
	When Wocky found out that
	Dr. Meraktis had lied, he
	flew into a rage.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		That must have been, um,
		quite frightening.
		
		Alita:
		He was furious!  He ripped
		his report up into shreds...
		
		Klavier:
		Incidentally, I had to request
		another copy to file as
		evidence.
		
		Klavier:
		A bothersome chore, but
		one I performed without
		complaint.
		
		Alita:
		Wocky's at an age where he's
		hard to control when he loses
		his temper.
		
		Alita:
		Of course, that little bit
		of instability is so cute!
		
		Apollo:
		(Great, now he sounds like
		a psychopath...)
	
	Alita:
	"I'll teach him!" he said.
	He took one of the Family's
	pistols...

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		So, is it easy to take a
		pistol out from the house?
		
		Alita:
		Not really, I think.  There's
		a system in place to limit
		access.
		
		Alita:
		But Wocky's a special case,
		being the next-in-line.
		
		Klavier:
		Perhaps his treatemnt was
		a bit too special, ja?
		
		Alita:
		Well, maybe he is a bit
		spoiled...
		
		Alita:
		I hear he got amazing presents
		for his birthdays.
		
		Alita:
		Last year was a switchblade
		made out of chewing gum and
		a chocolate gravestone!
		
		Apollo:
		(Sounds like he has a taste
		for sweets... and danger.)
		
		Judge:
		The point here being that
		Wocky had access to a pistol.		
	
	Alita:
	...And, you already know what
	happened that night.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		"What happened"... meaning
		the murder.
		
		Alita:
		I tried to stop him, I really
		did!
		
		Alita:
		But Wocky wouldn't listen...
		
		Klavier:
		Our defendant was nothing
		if not determined, it seems.
		
		Judge;
		The last thing you should do
		is blame yourself, miss!
	
	Alita:
	I... just don't see how anyone
	but Wocky could have done it.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		How can you say that for
		certain?  How!?
		
		Alita:
		Ah...
		
		Klavier:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Klavier:
		Herr Forehead, you will
		refrain from badgering the
		Fräulein.
		
		Klavier:
		It was the defendant... erm,
		Wocky, was it... who took
		the pistol from his home.
		
		Klavier:
		We know this for a fact now.
		
		Judge:
		I suppose we do.
		
		Klavier:
		So, how could anyone else
		have used this pistol to
		shoot the victim?
		
		Klavier:
		They could not.  Simple logic,
		ja?
		
		Judge:
		...That does seem to be the
		case.
		
		Judge:
		Does the defense have anything
		to say regarding this point?
		
		Apollo:
		(Could someone else have
		used that pistol...?)
		
		
			[ Had to be Wocky ]
			
			Apollo:
			I'm sure there was another
			person who could have used
			that pistol...
			
			Apollo:
			......
			
			Apollo:
			I just can't think of who.
			
			Klavier:
			Of course.  He was the only
			one with access.
			
			Apollo:
			(Uh oh, this is bad if I leave
			it like this...!)
			
			Judge:
			You may continue with the
			cross-examination.
			
			Apollo:
			(Was there really no one else
			with access to that pistol?)
			
			Apollo:
			(Someone else with Family
			ties...?)
			
			
			[ There was another ]
			
			Apollo:
			Based on your testimony, there
			was clearly another...
			
			Apollo:
			One other person had access
			to that pistol!
			
			Klavier:
			What's this...?
			
			Judge:
			Hmm... Interesting!  Let's
			ask the defense then...
			
			Judge:
			Tell the court who this other
			person with access was!
			
			
				((Present Big Wins or Plum))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Judge:
				Wh-What's this!?
				
				Trucy:
				Whaaaa--!
				The Boss and his wife!?
				
				Klavier:
				Ah, an unexpected ploy.
				
				Trucy:
				Apollo!
				That can't be right!
				
				Trucy:
				Why would they want to frame
				their only son!?
				
				Apollo:
				Oh...
				
				Judge:
				On his parents' behalf, I'd
				like to give you a penalty.
				
				Apollo:
				(Ugh...)
				
				Judge:
				Carry on, Mr. Justice.
				
				
				((Present Other))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Judge:
				......
				
				Trucy:
				...He's speechless, Apollo.
				The judge is speechless.
				
				Klavier:
				Ah ha ha... Herr Forehead,
				our judge is silent.
				
				Klavier:
				Perhaps you will permit me
				to explain why?
				
				Apollo:
				N-No thanks, I think I know.
				
				Judge:
				Then you must have been
				expecting this penalty.
				
				Apollo:
				(Yowch... That didn't go
				so well...)
				
		
	Trucy:
	Poor Ms. Tiala... I can't
	imagine what it would be
	like to be in her position!
	
	Apollo:
	(...I'm a little more
	concerned for her fiancé.)
	
	Apollo:
	(Why would she testify
	against him like this...?)
	

((Present Alita Tiala))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
Well, of course, I mean
you, Ms. Tiala.

Alita:
...!
M-Me...?  But why...

Apollo:
You were quite clear when
you told the court:

Apollo:
You heard about the pistol
from the defendant on the day
of the murder.

Apollo:
In other words, you knew what
he was planning.

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
Let me get this straight...

Klavier:
You intend to tell us that
this lady stole the pistol
from her fiancé...

Klavier:
...and killed a man in cold
blood on his behalf?

Klavier:
I've heard of people doing
strange things for love, but
this...

Judge: 
It does seem a bit...
unfathomable, to be sure.

Judge:
I'm all for romance, and
for supporting your partner
in life, to be sure.

Judge:
But I think I would hesitate
at murder!

Apollo:
(I'd hope you'd do more than
hesitate!)

Apollo:
But what if a different
connection could be proven?

Apollo:
A connection between the
witness and the victim?

Apollo:
We might find that she had
a personal motive beyond
wanting to help her fiancé.

Klavier:
Hmm, that would put things
in a slightly different light.

Klavier:
What possible connection are
you suggesting here?

Trucy:
You know what I'm starting
to think?

Trucy:
I'm starting to think that the
police never looked inside
that safe.

Apollo:
I have evidence showing a
connection between the witness
Ms. Tiala and the victim!


	((Present Wrong))
	
	Judge:
	...
	
	Judge:
	I fail to see exactly what
	sort of connection this shows.
	
	Apollo:
	Well, see, that's because...
	(...there isn't one?)
	
	Judge:
	...I believe I understand.
	
	Judge:
	And I believe your wildly
	wandering eyes deserve a
	penalty.
	
	Apollo:
	(...One more try!  I'll get
	it this time!)


	((Present Sandals))
	
	Judge:
	Why, those are... flip flops?
	
	Apollo:
	"Sandals", actually.
	
	Apollo:
	Ms. Tiala, do these look
	familiar to you?
	
	Alita:
	...Should they?
	
	Apollo:
	I would think so.
	
	Apollo:
	These sandals were found in
	the Meraktis Clinic lobby.
	
	Judge:
	You don't mean to say those
	are the witness's sandals?
	
	Alita:
	He doesn't.  Those sandals
	could belong to anyone...
	
	Apollo:
	*OBJECTION!*
	
	Apollo:
	But the fact is that they
	don't.  They belong to you.
	
	Apollo:
	We found toe prints on
	these sandals.
	
	Alita:
	...!
	
	Apollo:
	Requesting permission to match
	the prints with the witness's
	feet, Your Honor!
	
	Judge;
	Ms. Tiala, are those your
	sandals!?
	
	Alita:
	......
	
	Alita:
	What if...
	
	Alita:
	What if my sandals were at
	the Meraktis Clinic.
	
	Alita:
	So what?
	
	Apollo:
	...So what!?
	
	Alita:
	You know, I've just
	remembered something.
	
	Alita:
	I hurt my hand a few days
	ago, and visited that clinic.
	
	Alita:
	I must have forgotten them
	then!
	
	Judge:
	Hmm... So you were there as
	a patient?
	
	Apollo:
	*OBJECTION!*
	
	Apollo:
	Nice try, Ms. Tiala.
	
	Apollo:
	But the defense is in
	possession of evidence...
	
	Apollo:
	...that proves a connection
	between you and that clinic!
	
	Alita:
	Wh-Whaat!?
	
	Judge:
	Evidence?  Very well,
	Mr. Justice...
	
	Apollo:
	The evidence that connects her
	to the Meraktis Clinic is...!
	
	
		((Present Wrong))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Judge:
		...
		Well, I suppose I could see--
		
		Klavier:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Klavier:
		Herr Forehead.  This trail you
		think you have found, it
		doesn't lead to the truth.
		
		Klavier:
		Nor to a long career in the
		legal profession, ja?
		
		Apollo:
		Gee, thanks.
		
		Klavier:
		Perhaps you will allow me
		to do the honors?
		
		Judge:
		Hmm... Why not?  It might be
		nice for a change.
		
		Klavier:
		Most excellent...
		Let's rock!
		
		Apollo:
		(I'll take the usual penalty
		next time, thanks.)
		
		Judge:
		Very well, Mr. Justice.
		Try again.
		
		
		((Present Wocky's Chart))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Judge:
		That looks like... a medical
		chart?
		
		Apollo:
		Found inside a safe at the
		Meraktis Clinic.
		
		Apollo:
		I'd like to draw the court's
		attention to the names written
		on the chart.
		
		Judge:
		...What!?
		
		Judge:
		Ms. Tiala!  Whatever... Why
		is your name on this chart!?
		
		Alita:
		...!
		
		Apollo:
		Well, care to explain the
		meaning of this, Ms. Tiala?
		
		Alita:
		......
		
		Alita:
		I'm not sure what you mean 
		by "meaning", Mr. Justice!
		
		Apollo:
		...!
		(Our warm little fiancée just
		froze over!)
		
		Alita:
		I was on staff at that clinic
		until half a year ago.
		
		Alita:
		It was boring.
		So I quit.
		
		Alita:
		That's all.
		Is there a problem with that?
		
		Judge:
		Ms. Tiala!
		
		Judge:
		You testified that you had
		no connection to the victim!
		
		Alita:
		And I don't.  Now.
		
		Apollo:
		"Now"...?
		
		Alita:
		I quit half a year ago, didn't
		I?  So there's no connection.
		
		Alita:
		Let me guess, you're the
		kind of guy...
		
		Alita:
		...who can't rest until he
		knows every last detail of
		his girlfriend's past.
		
		Alita:
		Am I right?
		
		Judge:
		Th-That's not true at all!
		Why, I...
		
		Judge:
		I embrace the ones I love,
		past flaws and all, no matte--
		
		Apollo:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Apollo:
		"There's no connection now"
		doesn't fly in a court of law.
		
		Alita:
		Doesn't... fly?
		
		Apollo:
		(She's one tough nut.)
		
		Apollo:
		(She probably feels right
		at home with the Kitakis!)
		
		Apollo:
		You left your job at the
		Meraktis Clinic, true...
		
		Apollo:
		But these sandals prove that
		you remained connected!
		
		Alita:
		Ah...!
		
		Alita:
		W-Well, who knows?  I'm sure
		there are lots of people
		with those sandals...
		
		Klavier:
		So sorry, Fräulein, but
		your act isn't working.
		
		Alita:
		...!
		
		Klavier:
		Your moment of hesitation
		just now cost you.
		
		Alita:
		Wh-What's with you?  I thought
		you were on my side!
		
		Klavier:
		I'm afraid there is no side
		but that which the evidence
		supports, Ms. Tiala.
		
		
	((Present Wocky's Chart))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Judge:
	That looks like... a medical
	chart?
		
	Apollo:
	Found inside a safe at the
	Meraktis Clinic.
		
	Apollo:
	I'd like to draw the court's
	attention to the names written
	on the chart.
		
	Judge:
	...What!?
		
	Judge:
	Ms. Tiala!  Whatever... Why
	is your name on this chart!?
		
	Alita:
	...!
		
	Apollo:
	Well, care to explain the
	meaning of this, Ms. Tiala?
		
	Alita:
	......
		
	Alita:
	I'm not sure what you mean 
	by "meaning", Mr. Justice!
		
	Apollo:
	...!
	(Our warm little fiancée just
	froze over!)
		
	Alita:
	I was on staff at that clinic
	until half a year ago.
		
	Alita:
	It was boring.
	So I quit.
		
	Alita:
	That's all.
	Is there a problem with that?
		
	Judge:
	Ms. Tiala!
		
	Judge:
	You testified that you had
	no connection to the victim!
		
	Alita:
	And I don't.  Now.
		
	Apollo:
	"Now"...?
		
	Alita:
	I quit half a year ago, didn't
	I?  So there's no connection.
		
	Alita:
	Let me guess, you're the
	kind of guy...
		
	Alita:
	...who can't rest until he
	knows every last detail of
	his girlfriend's past.
		
	Alita:
	Am I right?
		
	Judge:
	Th-That's not true at all!
	Why, I...
		
	Judge:
	I embrace the ones I love,
	past flaws and all, no matte--
		
	Apollo:
	*OBJECTION!*
		
	Apollo:
	"There's no connection now"
	doesn't fly in a court of law.
		
	Alita:
	Doesn't... fly?
		
	Apollo:
	(She's one tough nut.)
		
	Apollo:
	(She probably feels right
	at home with the Kitakis!)
		
	Apollo:
	You left your job at the
	Meraktis Clinic, true...
	
	Apollo:
	But you remained connected
	somehow!
	
	Judge:
	Very well, Mr. Justice.
	
	Judge:
	Show us evidence that proves
	the witness is still connected
	to the Meraktis Clinic!
	
	
		((Present Wrong))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Judge:
		...
		Well, I suppose I could see--
		
		Klavier:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Klavier:
		Herr Forehead.  This trail you
		think you have found, it
		doesn't lead to the truth.
		
		Klavier:
		Nor to a long career in the
		legal profession, ja?
		
		Apollo:
		Gee, thanks.
		
		Klavier:
		Perhaps you will allow me
		to do the honors?
		
		Judge:
		Hmm... Why not?  It might be
		nice for a change.
		
		Klavier:
		Most excellent...
		Let's rock!
		
		Apollo:
		(I'll take the usual penalty
		next time, thanks.)
		
		Judge:
		Very well, Mr. Justice.
		Try again.		
		
		
		((Present Sandals))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Apollo:
		These sandals were found in
		the Meraktis Clinic lobby.
		
		Apollo:
		...They're yours, aren't they?
		
		Alita:
		Ah...!
		
		Alita:
		W-Well, who knows?  I'm sure
		there are lots of people
		with those sandals...
		
		Klavier:
		So sorry, Fräulein, but
		your act isn't working.
		
		Alita:
		...!
		
		Klavier:
		Your moment of hesitation
		just now cost you.
		
		Alita:
		Wh-What's with you?  I thought
		you were on my side!

		Klavier:
		...Perhaps you are unaware
		that toes leave "toe prints"?
		
		Klavier:
		A simple analysis of these
		sandals will reveal all.
		
		
Alita:
...
		
Alita:
Well, now we see your true
colors.
		
Alita:
I was wrong to cooperate with
you from the beginning!
		
Alita:
I just wanted...
		
Alita:
I just wanted you to help get
Wocky back on the straight and
narrow.
		
Judge:
Hmm... This court thinks you
need to worry less about Wocky
and more about yourself.
		
Judge:
It sounds as though we need
to hear a bit more about your
story.
		
Apollo:
Your sandals were found in
the entrance to the clinic...
		
Apollo:
Which means you went there on
the day of the murder!
		
Alita:
Well, there's little point
in denying it.
		
Judge:
Very well.  The witness will
tell us about this visit.
		
Judge:
Why did you go to the Meraktis
Clinic that day?

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- The Meraktis Clinic --
	
	Alita:
	I did go to the clinic that
	day.  My first time in half a 
	year, since I quit in January.
	
	Alita:
	I went to warn him.  After all,
	I knew Wocky had the pistol.
	
	Alita:
	The doctor always was a timid
	man... too timid to admit his
	own mistake.
	
	Alita:
	Why else would I have gone?
	I'm not hiding any dark
	secrets.
	
	Alita:
	I wanted to tell him to be
	careful, as an old friend.
	
Judge:
By "mistake", you mean...

Judge:
...the mistake we heard about
from the defendant?

Judge:
The botched operation?

Alita:
He was a timid, small man...
but I never wished him harm.

Alita:
I just thought I should
let him know, you know?

Judge:
Hmm... That does make sense.

Klavier:
Yes, but there is still one
thing which does not.

Judge:
What's that, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
The sandals left in the lobby,
of course.

Klavier:
We can assume she wore these
sandals to the clinic, ja?

Klavier:
Then why did she not wear 
them home?  If it were me,
I would have worn them home.

Judge:
I would have worn those 
sandals home, too.

Klavier:
So, why were the sandals
left behind?

Alita:
...!

Apollo:
(Ack!  He pointed out the
contradiction before me!)

Klavier:
...There's probably a good
explanation for this.  Right,
Ms. Tiala?

Klavier:
...Say, for instance...

Klavier:
There happened to be a similar
pair of sandals there which
you wore home by mistake?

Alita:
...

Alita:
Actually, that's right.  I'm 
impressed, Mr. Gavin.

Klavier:
Oh, it is nothing.  There is,
after all, no other possible
explanation.  Ja, Forehead?

Apollo:
(Oh, what the...!  No fair!)

Apollo:
(He's filling the holes in
her testimony...)

Judge:
The defense may begin the
cross-examination.

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- The Meraktis Clinic --
	
	Alita:
	I did go to the clinic that
	day.  My first time in half a 
	year, since I quit in January.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Around what time did you
		go to the clinic?
		
		Alita:
		I don't remember exactly, but
		it was after 9:30, I think.
		
		Apollo:
		And that was the first time
		you had contacted Dr. Meraktis
		in half a year?
		
		Alita:
		Of course it was.
		
		Alita:
		He wasn't the kind of boss
		you made "friends" with.
		
		Judge:
		So, why did you go to the
		clinic that day?
	
	Alita:
	I went to warn him.  After all,
	I knew Wocky had the pistol.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		Did you want Dr. Meraktis to
		run away?
		
		Alita:
		Well, after I failed to
		stop Wocky...
		
		Alita:
		...I thought that was the
		only other way to avoid the
		problem.
		
		Apollo:
		Couldn't you have called?
		Why go in person?
		
		Alita:
		I called several times that
		evening, but no one was in.
		
		Klavier:
		The victim was busy driving
		home until after 9:00 PM that
		night, remember?
		
		Klavier:
		This was proven by this
		mirror yesterday, ja?
		
		Alita:
		I thought if I warned him,
		he would run away for sure.
		
		Alita:
		Knowing the doctor...
	
	Alita:
	The doctor always was a timid
	man... too timid to admit his
	own mistake.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		You mean that act of
		malpractice on Wocky, correct?
		
		Alita:
		If he had just told Wocky the
		truth in the beginning, none
		of this would have happened.
		
		Judge:
		True, that operation was the
		start of this whole affair.
		
		Alita:
		Oh.
		Of course, if he'd told him...
		
		Alita:
		...he might have been "erased"
		by the Kitakis much earlier.
		
		Judge:
		A disturbing thought!
		
		Klavier:
		We know that the Meraktis
		Clinic had ties to the
		Kitaki Family.
		
		Klavier:
		He probably couldn't have
		gone to the police, even if
		he wanted to.
		
		Alita:
		That's why I knew I had to
		warn him!
	
	Alita:
	Why else would I have gone?
	I'm not hiding any dark
	secrets.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		No "dark secrets", eh?
		
		Alita:
		What?  Look at me however you
		want, Mr. Justice, you won't
		find a thing.
		
		Apollo:
		(She's hiding something,
		I know it!)
		
		Apollo:
		(I must have some evidence
		that proves it, too...)
		
		Alita:
		You're free to think whatever
		you like.
		
		Alita:
		I went to that clinic with
		only one thought in mind.
	
	Alita:
	I wanted to tell him to be
	careful, as an old friend.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		But, then you'd be betraying
		Wocky, wouldn't you?
		
		Alita:
		No, I did it for him, for us!
		
		Klavier:
		She went to warn him, so that
		her fiancé would not have to
		commit such a crime, ja?
		
		Alita:
		I didn't want them to take
		my Wocky away...
		
	Apollo:
	(There's no way she went to
	that clinic just to "warn"
	him!)
	
	Trucy:
	Do you know why she went,
	Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	(Time to figure out what
	really happened at that
	clinic... and fast!)
	
	
((Present Wocky's Chart))

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
This chart was found inside a
safe in the doctor's office.

Alita:
...Yes?

Apollo:
Why would this one chart be
in that safe?

Apollo:
Ms. Tiala, you know why it
was, don't you?

Alita:
...!

Judge:
Mind filling me in?

Apollo:
Dr. Meraktis didn't have the
leisure of making "mistakes".

Apollo:
That's why he wrote up a
false report, and kept the
truth locked away.

Klavier:
...Bad Herr Doktor.

Apollo:
And this is where you come
in, Ms. Tiala.

Alita:
...

Apollo:
The nurse who filed this
chart was you, which means...

Apollo:
...you knew about Wocky's
failed operation!

Judge:
Interesting...

Apollo:
You were in the same position
as Dr. Meraktis!

Apollo:
Kind of makes it hard to claim
"no connection", doesn't it?

Alita:
You're bold for a novice, I'll
give you that.

Apollo:
...!

Alita:
Mr. Justice, you must know
I was only a nurse.

Alita:
The doctor is responsible for
the chart's contents.

Judge:
Hmm... This chart business
seems to be quite important.

Judge:
Please amend your testimony
accordingly.

Alita:
Too bad, little attorney.

Apollo:
...!

Apollo:
(My bracelet's reacting
again!)

Trucy:
What is it, Apollo?

Apollo:
I felt my bracelet vibrate
just now...

Trucy:
Your bracelet...?

Apollo:
Just like yesterday.
Like you said!

When a witness is unsure of
something, their nervous
habit gives them away!

Trucy:
But... I can't see anything,
Apollo.

Apollo:
Eh...?

Apollo:
(Then what's my bracelet
reacting to?)

Trucy:
Wait, maybe...
Yes, that has to be it!

Apollo:
What has to be it?

Trucy:
Your senses, Apollo...

Trucy:
They must be sharper than
mine!

Apollo:
Huh...?

Trucy:
I can't see it, but you
can sense it!

Apollo:
I don't know about that,
Trucy!  I don't have some kind
of special power or anything.

Trucy:
Listen to me, Apollo!

Trucy:
There's a weak point somewhere
in Ms. Tiala's testimony!

Trucy:
But we don't know what her
nervous habit is.

Apollo:
Well, then what do we do!?

Trucy:
You have to perceive it 
yourself, Apollo!  With your
eyes... and your senses!

Apollo:
(Then it's up to me and
my bracelet...)

Apollo:
(I don't know why, but the
bracelet helps.)

Apollo:
(Somehow, touching it helps
me focus.)

Apollo:
(Let's give it a shot and
bring down that testimony!)


	Alita:
	Why would I go to the clinic
	now for a half-year-old chart?
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		But your signature was on
		that chart.
		
		Alita:
		So?  What does that have to
		do with this case?
		
		Alita:
		If there was something in that
		chart to make me look bad, I
		would have dealt with it.
		
		Alita:
		The only one responsible for
		that chart is the presiding
		doctor... Dr. Meraktis.
		
		Apollo:
		(She's hiding something,
		I can smell it...)
		
		Apollo:
		(And I bet she's got a habit
		that gives it away!)
		
		Apollo:
		(I just have to focus to find
		her nervous habit!)
		
		Apollo:
		(Maybe it's time to give my
		bracelet a rub...)
		
	
			((Perceive Wrong))
			
			Apollo:
			*GOTCHA!*
			
			Apollo:
			Ms. Tiala!  You're unsure
			about something, aren't you?
			
			Alita:
			...Not as unsure as you are.
			
			Trucy:
			Wow, she sure showed you.
			
			Apollo:
			Grrr...!
			
			Apollo:
			(I've got to focus and find
			her habit.  Find that...)
			
			Apollo:
			(...and I'll find the weak
			spot in her testimony!)
			

((Perceive Ring))

Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*

Apollo:
Why go to the clinic for a
half-year-old chart now, you
ask?

Apollo:
But, you know why you would
go "now", don't you.

Alita:
I don't know what you're
talking about.

Apollo:
It was quite clear, Ms. Tiala.
You have a nervous habit.

Apollo:
The moment you said the word
"now"...

Apollo:
...you used your right thumb
to fiddled [sic] with your ring.   

Alita:
Wh-What?

Apollo:
(She was unsure... I saw it!)

Apollo:
("Now"... That's the key
word!)

Apollo:
The chart wasn't a part of
your past...

Apollo:
It was a clear and present
threat!

Alita:
That's ridiculous, why if
that were the case...

Alita:
...I would have had six months
to do something about it!

Apollo:
Indeed.

Alita:
Eh...?

Apollo:
Which means something happened
quite recently...

Apollo:
Something to make that chart
a problem for you now.

Alita:
...!

Apollo:
(I've got her on the ropes
now, I can feel it!)

Apollo;
(Time to strike the killing
blow... with evidence!)

Apollo:
...Ms. Tiala.  There's no
use trying to hide it.

Apollo:
The chart became a threat
to you now... because of this!


	((Present Wrong))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Alita:
	...Because of what?
	
	Apollo:
	Um...
	
	Alita:
	The eyes of a hawk... and the
	brain of a toad.
	
	Apollo:
	(Ribbit!  I mean, ack!  I can't
	lose this now!)
	
	Apollo:
	(C'mon toad brain, one
	more try!)
	
	
((Present Wocky's Check-Up Report))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
A health check-up report..
belonging to the defendant.

Apollo:
The Kitakis are trying to
get out of the business.

Apollo:
The health check-up this
month was their first ever...

Apollo:
...What did you think when
you heard about this?

Alita:
Eh?  Oh, n-nothing.  Why should
I think anything?

Apollo:
Oh?  I would think you were
positively beside yourself.

Apollo:
Because you were afraid.

Apollo:
You knew what Wocky's chest
X-ray would reveal!

Alita:
...Urk!

Apollo:
A full half year had passed
since the operation.  You
thought you were home free...

Apollo:
...when the chart came back
to haunt you!

Alita:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Apollo:
That's all, Your Honor.

Judge:
......

Judge:
Wh-What just happened?

Judge:
Did... the witness just
admit to lying?

Alita:
...!

Klavier:
I sensed it.

Klavier:
There was a great "aura"
emanating from Herr Forehead.

Klavier:
...Very cool.

Klavier:
So, the lady was lying,
it seems.

Apollo:
That's correct.

Apollo:
She said she had no connection
to the Meraktis Clinic.

Apollo:
But her connection was deep
indeed... A bit too deep.

Apollo:
If the Kitakis got a hold of
this chart with her name...

Apollo:
...she'd be finished.
Isn't that right, Ms. Tiala?

Alita:
...
You guessed it.

Judge:
Order!  Order!!!

Apollo:
(I-I did it!  I broke her
testimony!)

Trucy:
Amazing, Apollo!  I didn't
see it at all!

Trucy:
Daddy was right about you!

Alita:
Wait!

Apollo:
...!

Judge:
Ms. Tiala?

Alita:
It's true, that chart was
bad news for me.

Alita:
That's why I went to meet
the doctor that day!

Alita:
But that's all!

Alita:
I told him about Wocky
and went home!

Klavier:
...It appears this
cross-examination is far
from over.

Apollo:
Wh-Whaaaat!?

Klavier:
She hid the truth from us,
this is clear, yet...

Klavier:
It is not clear that this
truth has anything to do 
with the case at hand!

Judge:
Hmm...

Judge:
Very well.  The witness will
add this to her testimony.

Judge:
And... we'll have a bit more
cross-examination.

Apollo:
(Grr!  I was so close!)

Trucy:
You're still close!
Keep on her, Apollo!


	Alita:
	Nothing happened at all.
	I warned him, and left.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		How did Dr. Meraktis respond
		to the warning?
		
		Alita:
		Oh, he was quite surprised.
		Panicky, even.
		
		Alita:
		Who wouldn't be scared to
		learn a Kitaki was after them?
		
		Judge:
		Incidentally, this court is
		not afraid of any mobsters!
		
		Judge:
		Why, we had a life-threatening
		situation just yesterday right
		here in this courtroom.
		
		Apollo:
		(Yeah, real impressive the way
		you stood up to the attack of
		the Amazing Mr. Hat, sir...)
		
		Klavier:
		...After which I carried you
		back to your chambers.
		
		Trucy:
		...Sounds like the judge had
		quite a fright.
		
		Apollo:
		("Nothing happened" in
		Dr. Meraktis's office
		that day, huh...)
		
		Trucy:
		But what about the mess
		we found?
		
		Trucy:
		Something definitely happened
		in that office, Apollo!
		
		Apollo:
		I know, I know...
		
		Apollo:
		But we can't prove "when" it
		happened.
		
		Apollo:
		Nor that Alita Tiala was
		in any way involved...
		
		Trucy:
		Well, let's try putting some
		evidence up anyway!
		
		
((Present Bullet))

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
You say "nothing happened"
in the doctor's office.

Apollo:
I disagree.  Take a look at
this.

Alita:
What's that?  It looks like a
squished-up ball of clay.

Alita:
Kind of like you, actually.

Apollo:
This bullet was found in the
Meraktis Clinic office.

Apollo:
Something did "happen" in
that office, Ms. Tiala!

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
Enough of this joking around.
The police investigated that
clinic.

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Ah, but this was stuck inside
the doctor's safe.

Klavier:
Inside the safe...?

Trucy:
I guess the police didn't
check that far.

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
...But there is a problem.

Klavier:
How can you say that bullet
was fired on that day?

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Weren't you the one who
explained rifling marks to us?

Klavier:
...!

Apollo:
The pistol was taken from the
Kitaki Mansion that day.

Apollo:
If the marks on this bullet
match the murder weapon...

Apollo:
...then that proves a firearm
was discharged in that office
on the day of the murder!

Klavier:
...
Not bad, Herr Forehead.

Judge:
Bailiff!  Have this bullet
analyzed immediately!

Thirty minutes later...
A report arrives:

"The rifling marks on both
bullets are identical."

Judge:
Well...

Judge:
It seems as though the bullet
in the safe was fired from
the murder weapon.

Klavier:
...

Judge:
Perahps the defense would like
to state their position?

Apollo:
...The bullet in that safe
proves one fact:

Apollo:
A pistol was fired in that
office on that day.

Apollo:
And at the time of the firing,
the safe was open.

Apollo:
The safe which contained
the top-secret chart.

Judge:
Do you think someone was
threatening Dr. Meraktis?

Judge:
In order to open the safe?

Apollo:
Only one person was in a
position to do such a thing.

Apollo:
Our witness, Alita Tiala!

Judge:
Order!  Order!  Order!!!

Judge:
Mr. Justice!
Where are you going with this?

Judge:
Are you accusing the witness!?

Apollo:
Alita Tiala knew about Wocky
Kitaki's botched operation!

Apollo:
She got engaged to him without
telling him about it!

Apollo:
As long as that bullet
remained in his chest, his
days were numbered.

Apollo:
What if she married him, and
then the bullet finally
reached its destination!

Judge:
Wh-Whaaaat!?

Klavier:
That reminds me.

Klavier:
Apparently, the Kitakis have
been asserting themselves in
lawful business practices...

Klavier:
They're making quite a great
deal of money... a fortune,
if you will.

Judge:
Nefarious!  So she planned to
marry him just to get her
hands on this fortune?

???:
*OBJECTION!*

Wocky:
You keep talking trash
about my Alita...

Wocky:
...and I'll sue you,
lawyer-man!

Apollo:
...Huh?  Me!?

Wocky:
Yeah!  You said...

Wocky:
You said you'd...
You'd...

Wocky:
You'd abuse my Alita!

Apollo:
Um, I think you mean
"accuse"...!

Wocky:
Same difference!  Well you
can't have her!  She's mine!

Wocky:
It was me!  I shot that
doctor!  Me!

Wocky:
He left me to die, so I left
him to die, too, there in 
that park!

Apollo:
W... Wocky!

Apollo:
Just cool down a second,
please!

Wocky:
You keep your hands off
my Alita!  Or I'll...

???:
		...Tee...
		
Alita:
Tee... hee hee ha ha ha ha!

Judge:
M... Ms. Tiala?

Alita:
I-I'm sorry.
I just...

Alita:
It's been so long since I've
laughed so hard.

Apollo:
Something funny?

Alita:
...Wocky.

Alita:
Wake up and smell reality!

Wocky:
A... Alita-baby?

Alita:
The signature on the chart,
the engagement...

Alita:
I mean, come on!  It's so
obvious.

Alita:
Even for a brainless, spoiled
brat such as yourself.

Wocky:
Alita...

Klavier:
Your honesty is like a breath
of foul air, Fräulein.

Alita:
Hey, I wasn't getting out
of this clean, anyway.

Apollo:
So... The Family fortune is
what you're really after!

Alita:
That's right.
I wanted the money.

Wocky:
No way!  That's wack!
I ain't trying to hear that!

Alita:
Should have done the wedding
earlier.  Oh well.

Alita:
...By the way, can I ask you
a question?

Apollo:
Who, me?

Alita:
I believe you said you were
going to abuse me?

Apollo:
...Accuse.

Alita:
Of what crime, might I ask?

Apollo:
Huh?

Alita:
Oh, I'm a bad girl.  Sure.
I got close to that brat
because I wanted his money.

Alita:
But he was the one with the
pistol.

Alita:
He could've fired it into the
safe after I'd already left
the clinic.

Apollo:
What...?

Alita:
I would never do a thing like
that.  It was definitely that
silly brat.

Apollo:
Wait, but...

Trucy:
What are you talking about!?

Apollo:
T-Trucy...?

Trucy:
You had the most to lose if
that chart was found!

Alita:
...But I didn't have a pistol,
now did I?

Trucy:
W-Well, you could have taken
Wocky's!

Alita:
You'd think he'd have
mentioned that, no?

Alita:
All I've heard him say is,
"It was me!  I shot him!"

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
That's only because he's
trying to protect you!

Klavier:
Sorry to intrude in this
lovely conversation...

Apollo:
...!

Klavier:
But the two of you are
forgetting one critical point.

Trucy:
What... What point!?

Klavier:
Certainly, the Fräulein
wanted that chart.

Klavier:
You assume she threatened
the doctor into opening that
safe.  But then...

Klavier:
...wouldn't she have taken
the chart?

Trucy:
Oh...

Klavier:
You see?

Klavier:
That chart wouldn't have
been left in that safe!

Trucy:
Ack!

Apollo:
(He... He's right!)

Judge:
...Ms. Tiala.

Alita:
...Yes?

Judge:
It is clear to this court
that you are not a very
good fiancée.

Alita:
Oh, I'm flattered.

Judge:
Perhaps it's time you told
us the truth?

Judge:
Tell us about yourself,
including your actions and
whereabouts on that day.

Judge: [sic, this is actually Apollo]
Don't forget!

Apollo:
We've proven that you were
at the Meraktis Clinic on
the day of the crime!

Alita:
......

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- The Meraktis Clinic 2 --
	
	Alita:
	Yes, I went to the clinic that
	day to speak to the doctor.
	
	Alita:
	I wanted that chart, but I 
	failed to get it.  So I went
	back to the clinic later.
	
	Alita:
	In any case, I didn't shoot
	him.  You don't even have proof
	I stole that pistol, do you.
	
	Alita:
	And that brat was spotted in
	the park at the moment of the
	crime!
	
	Alita:
	Frankly, I don't think it
	matters if Dr. Meraktis was
	shot in the temple or not.
	
Judge:
You went back "later"...?

Alita:
That chart was dangerous,
you understand.

Alita:
I needed to get rid of it,
that's why I went that day...

Klavier:
But you couldn't get the chart
then, could you?

Alita:
...And later that night,
Dr. Meraktis was shot.

Alita:
I heard about the shooting,
waited a day, but then I had
to go back...

Alita:
...No easy feat with the cops
all over the place.

Apollo:
...Ah!  Th-That was you!?

*thump*

Trucy:
......!
Ah... Apollo!  That sound...
It came from behind this door!

Apollo:
(...Someone's in there!)

Apollo:
A break-in!
They left through that window!

Apollo:
So you were the burglar...

Alita:
That was you two?  If only
I had one more minute...

Alita:
...then I could have opened
that safe and gotten the
chart!

Judge:
What!?  That's trespassing!
And brazen, at that!

Alita:
Oh, is this a trial for
trespassing now?  Besides...

Alita:
You can't blame a girl for
wanting to protect herself...

Alita:
They are gangsters, you know.

Judge:
In any case, Mr. Justice, your
cross-examination!

Apollo:
(Admitting the little crime to
avoid the big one, eh?)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- The Meraktis Clinic 2 --
	
	Alita:
	Yes, I went to the clinic that
	day to speak to the doctor.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Why "that day"?
		
		Alita:
		That brat was uncontrollable.
		He was ready to kill!
		
		Alita:
		And that would bring in the
		police...
		
		Alita:
		And that chart would become
		evidence...
		
		Alita:
		And I'd be hung out to dry...
		*sniffle*
		
		Trucy:
		But the police didn't check
		the safe, did they?
		
		Apollo:
		Well, they thought the crime
		scene was the park.
		
		Klavier:
		I'll make sure the responsible
		parties feel the heat...
		
		Klavier:
		Such sloppiness won't be
		tolerated, ja?
		
		Apollo:
		(I'm kinda thankful for
		that sloppiness myself,
		actually...)
	
	Alita:
	I wanted that chart, but I 
	failed to get it.  So I went
	back to the clinic later.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		"Later"...?
		
		Alita:
		When I heard what happened,
		well, I was too scared to
		do anything that day.
		
		Alita:
		So I waited until the day
		after... The 16th, was it?
		
		Alita:
		...Of course, you and that
		meddling kid had to get in
		my way.
		
		Judge:
		But why did Dr. Meraktis keep
		that chart around?
		
		Judge:
		It was clearly dangerous for
		him.  He could have burned it.
		
		Alita:
		Because he's a coward.
		
		Alita:
		The chart was his insurance.
		
		Judge:
		Insurance...?
		
		Alita:
		My signature on that chart,
		to be more specific.
		
		Alita:
		That made sure I couldn't
		betray him.
	
	Alita:
	In any case, I didn't shoot
	him.  You don't even have proof
	I stole that pistol, do you.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		But you could have stolen it!
		
		Alita:
		"Could have"?  Is this some new
		definition of proof?
		
		Apollo:
		We'll ask Wocky.  He'll tell
		us!
		
		Klavier:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Klavier:
		Might I remind you this is a
		cross-examination?
		
		Klavier:
		You might want to keep your
		baseless theories to yourself.
		
		Apollo:
		Mmmmmnk!
		(He's right, isn't he...)
	
	Alita:
	And that brat was spotted in
	the park at the moment of the
	crime!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		Y-Yeah, but...
		Um...
		
		Alita:
		But what?  You have nothing
		to say.  This case is over.
		
		Alita:
		It was over the moment that
		brat was seen in the park!
		
		Alita:
		What's the point in dragging
		it out any further?
	
	Alita:
	Frankly, I don't think it
	matters if Dr. Meraktis was
	shot in the temple or not.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		The doctor was shot in 
		the right temple, yes?
		
		Alita:
		So it seems.
		
		Klavier:
		...Let's review the facts
		again, shall we?
		
		Klavier:
		If the killer shot from this
		location...
		
		Klavier:
		...the bullet would've struck
		our victim square in the
		forehead.
		
		Klavier:
		However!
		The entry wound...
		
		Klavier:
		...was in the right temple.
		
		Judge:
		Yes, we heard testimony on
		this yesterday.
		
		Judge:
		At the time of the shooting,
		the witness was standing here.
		
		Judge:
		Just before the gun was fired,
		he shouted.
		
		Judge:
		The victim turned his head
		to look... and was shot.
		
		Apollo:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Apollo:
		But that testimony was proven
		to be a lie!
		
		Apollo:
		Our egregious panty-snatcher,
		Mr. Stickler, did witness the
		crime...
		
		Apollo:
		But he was standing to the
		north, next to the trash can
		where he tossed those panties!
		
		Apollo:
		If Mr. Stickler shouted from
		this location, the bullet
		couldn't hit his right temple!
		
		Alita:
		Silly, silly attorney...
		
		Apollo:
		Wh-What...!?
		
		Alita:
		Do you remember what you had
		for breakfast that morning?
		
		Apollo:
		...
		
		Apollo:
		Do you remember, Trucy?
		
		Trucy:
		I always have a glass of milk
		for breakfast.
		
		Alita:
		What matters is one thing:
		The doctor was shot in his
		right temple.
		
		Alita:
		If that's the case, there can
		only be one explanation!
		
		Alita:
		The panties guy was mistaken.
		
		Apollo:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Apollo:
		But his location was proven!
		
		Apollo:
		You can't write that off as
		him being "mistaken"!
		
		Klavier:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Klavier:
		...Then why don't you show
		us, Herr Forehead?
		
		Apollo:
		Show you... what?
		
		Klavier:
		Must I explain everything?
		Very well, let's recap:
		
		Klavier:
		If the witness, panties guy,
		was standing to the north...
		
		Klavier:
		...then where was the shooter
		standing?
		
		Klavier:
		From what location did the
		killer shoot the victim?
		
		Judge:
		But wait!  If the witness was
		standing there...
		
		Judge:
		...how could anyone shoot the
		victim in the right temple?
		
		Klavier:
		...Ah ha ha ha ha!  I merely
		laid out the facts for us.
		
		Klavier:
		It is up to the one possessing
		the shiny forehead to show us.
		
		Klavier:
		...If you can, that is.
		
		Apollo:
		(Wocky Kitaki was standing at
		the "Killer" mark...)
		
		Apollo:
		(Wesley Stickler at the
		"Witness" mark...)
		
		Apollo:
		(And of course Pal Meraktis
		was at the "Victim" mark...)
		
		Judge:
		Let's hear what the defense
		has to say.
		
		Judge:
		Where was the killer standing
		when they shot the victim?
		
		
			[ At the "killer" mark ]
			
			Apollo:
			At the "killer" mark,
			of course!
			
			Klavier:
			*OBJECTION!*
			
			Klavier:
			In one fell swoop, we are back
			where we were yesterday, ja?
			
			Klavier:
			How do you explain the wound
			in the victim's right temple?
			
			Apollo:
			............
			Uh, that is a problem,
			isn't it?
			
			Judge:
			Thank you, Mr. Justice, for
			pointing out the obvious!
			
			Trucy:
			That would make Wocky the 
			killer, Apollo!  Geez!
			
			Judge:
			One more time, if you would.
			
			
			[ At the "witness" mark ]
			
			Apollo:
			The killer was standing at
			the "Witness" mark!
			
			Judge:
			That would explain the wound
			in the victim's right temple.
			
			Klavier:
			So, once again, you are
			accusing Wesley Stickler?
			
			Klavier:
			...As the murderer of Pal
			Meraktis?
			
			Apollo:
			(I would be, wouldn't I...)
			
			Alita:
			Finally, a glimmer of sense.
			
			Klavier:
			Very well, Herr Forehead.
			Show us proof!
			
			Klavier:
			Have you evidence that
			incriminates Wesley Stickler?
			
			Apollo:
			(I guess he really is the most
			likely suspect...)
			
			Apollo:
			(Do I have some evidence that
			shows Mr. Stickler did it?)
			
			
				((Present Anything))
				
				Klavier:
				.........
				
				Judge:
				Apparently, you lack this
				promised evidence.
				
				Apollo:
				(Ugh... That wasn't it...)
				
				Klavier:
				You'll never succeed if your
				base assumption is faulty.
				
				Klavier:
				Perhaps you should rethink
				this from the top, ja?
				
				Apollo:
				(Maybe he's right...)
				
				Klavier:
				In fact, you may want to
				rethink your choice of career.
				
				Apollo:
				(Hey, that was a bit uncalled
				for, don't you think!?)
				
				Apollo:
				Your Honor, the defense would
				like to reconsider!
				
				Judge:
				...Very well.
				
				Judge:
				This penalty should help keep
				you on track.
				
			
			[ Someplace else ]
			
			Apollo:
			As the facts stand now, we
			can't explain this crime...
			
			Apollo:
			...without contradicting
			ourselves at some point.
			
			Apollo:
			But I know why.
			
			Apollo:
			The real killer shot from an
			entirely different location!
			
			Alita:
			What are you talking about!?
			I don't see any other place...
			
			Judge:
			Apparently, Mr. Justice does.
			
			Judge:
			...Let's hear it.
			
			Judge:
			Where in the park did the
			killer shoot the victim from?
			
			Klavier:
			*OBJECTION!*
			
			Klavier:
			It's time to raise the roof!
			...And the stakes.
			
			Apollo:
			Eh?
			
			Klavier:
			Penalties are such frightening
			things, don't you think?
			
			Klavier:
			But what if they were a bit
			more... terrifying?
			
			Klavier:
			...Like so.
			
			Judge:
			D-Double penalty?
			
			Klavier:
			Herr Forehead wishes to take
			us in a new direction?
			
			Klavier:
			Then he must be ready for the
			challenges ahead!
			
			Apollo:
			...Challenge accepted.
			(It's Justice time!)
			
			Trucy:
			A-Are you sure, Apollo?
			
			Apollo:
			(The key is the witness,
			Mr. Stickler's testimony!)
			
			Apollo:
			(If we believe that, and we
			know where he stood...)
			
			Apollo:
			(...and the victim turned
			when he shouted...)
			
			Apollo:
			(...there's only one place the
			killer could have been!)
			
			Apollo:
			The killer shot the victim
			from... here!
			
			
				((Present somewhere on the right, but not the noodle stand))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Apollo:
				This is where the killer
				shot from!
				
				Judge:
				Hmm.  I hadn't thought of
				that.
				
				Apollo:
				None of us did, Your Honor!
				
				Klavier:
				And this explains the wound
				in the right temple how?
				
				Apollo:
				...
				I hadn't thought of that.
				
				Judge:
				An amusing diversion,
				Mr. Justice.  Penalty.
				
				Klavier:
				Yes, amusing... like your
				career, Mr. Justice.
				
				Apollo:
				(Fine, rub it in...)
				
				Klavier:
				Perhaps you would be so kind
				as to try again?
			
			
				((Present anywhere else))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Apollo:
				This is where the killer
				shot from!
				
				Judge:
				But then the killer couldn't
				have shot his right temple.
				
				Klavier:
				So young, and already senile.
				How unfortunate...
				
				Judge:
				I'll have you know I'm not
				senile!
				
				Judge:
				Why I remember exactly what I
				ate the morning of the crime!
				
				Judge:
				.......................
				
				Judge:
				Ahem!
				Penalty!
				
				Apollo:
				(...No fair.)
				
				Klavier:
				You seem intent on digging
				your own grave.  Here, have
				a shovel and try again.
				

	Apollo:
	(I think we're seeing her
	true colors now...)
	
	Trucy:
	She's trying to push all the
	blame on Wocky!
	
	Trucy:
	And she's getting away
	with it!
	
	Apollo:
	(My bracelet didn't react
	to anything this time...)
	
	Apollo:
	(I guess that means there's
	nothing worth perceiving...
	Time to get old school!)
	

((Present Noodle Stand))
				
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
				
Apollo:
I believe we all owe a debt
of gratitude...
				
Apollo:
...to Ms. Alita Tiala.

Alita:
Wh-What do you mean?

Apollo:
Thanks to you, we had a chance
to review the crime...

Apollo:
...and this time, we were
prepared.

Apollo:
We know that Wesley Stickler
was telling the truth!

Apollo:
We should have listened to
him from the beginning.

Apollo:
Wesley Stickler was standing
next to the trash can when he
saw the two men.

Apollo:
...He shouted, just as he
told us in his testimony.

Apollo:
...And the victim turned to
look in his direction.

Apollo:
A shot was fired!  The victim
was hit in the right temple.

Judge:
Oh no...

Apollo:
Oh yes!

Apollo:
Which direction was his right
temple facing at that moment?

Apollo:
That's right!
Toward the noodle stand!

Judge:
Order!  Order!  Order!!!

Judge:
S-So you're saying...

Judge:
...the killer was inside the
noodle stand!?

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
...Let's think about this a
bit more, shall we?

Klavier:
You say the killer was "inside
the noodle stand".

Klavier:
Which would mean the victim,
Dr. Meraktis came to the
park...

Klavier:
...wheeling his own murderer
in the cart behind him!

Alita:
This is the most ridiculous
thing I've ever heard!

Alita:
I'd think you'd notice if you
were pulling someone along!

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
There's something we should
worry about before that!

Apollo:
Why was he pulling the noodle
stand in the first place!?

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
Let's deal with our problems
one at a time, shall we?

Klavier:
Someone was hiding in the
stand...

Klavier:
We have not come this far
to talk about "possibilities".

Klavier:
...Let's talk about "proof",
baby.

Klavier:
Show us evidence that proves
someone was in that stand!

Apollo:
(Can I prove that...?)

Apollo:
You want evidence that someone
was in that stand...?


	[ Well, too bad! ]
	
	Apollo:
	Well, too bad!
	
	Klavier:
	.........
	
	Apollo:
	...Kidding!  Just kidding!
	I've got it!
	
	Apollo:
	(...Whew, close one.)
	
	Judge:
	...Then let's see it.
	
	
	[ Well, I've got it! ]
	
	Apollo:
	...I've got it right here.
	
	Judge:
	Intriguing!
	Let's see what you've got.
	
	
Judge:
Show us proof that someone was
hiding in the noodle stand!
	
	
	((Present Wrong))
	
	Judge:
	...
	
	Judge:
	Thoughts, Prosecutor Gavin?
	
	Klavier:
	We have a choice between
	Heaven... or Hell.
	
	Klavier:
	Either our brains are damaged,
	or Herr Forehead's is.
	
	Klavier:
	I wonder which it is?
	
	Judge:
	...This court finds
	Mr. Justice's brain faulty.
	
	Judge:
	...By majority vote.
	
	Apollo:
	(Ugh... Time to pick something
	else...)
	
	Judge:
	How about showing us the right
	evidence this time?
	
	
((Present Slippers))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
"The Meraktis Clinic"...
And they're covered with 
paint.

Apollo:
These slippers were found in
a trash can near the crime
scene.

Klavier:
And...?

Apollo:
A single slipper print was
found at the scene...

Apollo:
...Right next to the noodle
stand!

Alita:
Ack...!

Apollo:
Oh, and Ms. Tiala.

Apollo:
Your toe print was found in
the left slipper!

Alita:
Urk...!

Apollo:
In other words...

Apollo:
...this is proof you were
inside that noodle stand!

Alita:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
Yet there was only one slipper
mark found at the scene...

Klavier:
...Can this be called a
footprint, in good faith?

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
...Observe the diagram!

Apollo:
A park pathway runs right
next to the slipper mark!

Apollo:
A slipper wouldn't leave a
trace on a cobblestone path!

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
...Yet you still cannot say
this is a "footprint", ja?

Apollo:
Why not!?

Klavier:
You have an impression left
by a single slipper...

Klavier:
What if it was on the stand
and simply fell to the ground?

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
That's...
That's just dumb!

Klavier:
One more thing.

Klavier:
A noodle stand is typically
cluttered with the tools of
the noodle-making trade.

Klavier:
There's no room for a person
to ride in there!

Judge:
Hmm... You have a point.

Judge:
Could someone have hidden in
that stand?

Trucy:
Apollo!  I think I might
be on to something!

Apollo:
...?

Trucy:
I think I've figured out one
of our pieces of evidence!

Trucy:
In order to make room in the
stand, some things would have
to be...

Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?

Judge:
Do you have proof that someone
could have hidden in the
stand?

Apollo:
I can prove one thing.

Apollo:
Someone did scheme to clear
space in that stand!


	((Present Wrong))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Judge:
	...
	
	Judge:
	I don't see how that evidence
	relates to the matter at hand.
	
	Apollo:
	(Ack!
	...That wasn't it.)
	
	Apollo:
	(Maybe if I submit another
	piece of evidence while he's
	thinking...)
	
	Judge:
	Stop right there!
	
	Judge:
	I think someone's "scheming"
	to avoid a penalty.
	
	Judge:
	...We'll have none of that.
	
	Apollo:
	(Oops...)
	
	Klavier:
	Again, Mr. Justice, if you
	would.  Your evidence?
	
	
((Present Bowl))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
This is a noodle bowl from
the stolen Eldoon's Noodles
noodle stand.

Judge:
Yes, and what about it?

Apollo:
We discovered a large quantity
of these bowls yesterday...

Apollo:
...in the lobby of the
Meraktis Clinic!

Alita:
...!

Judge:
A large quantity of noodle
bowls in the victim's clinic?

Apollo:
Mr. Eldoon was very clear
about those bowls.

Guy:
Well, I don't care who did it!
Without that stand, I'm
finished!

Guy:
All my noodle bowls were in
there, too.

Apollo:
Yet the bowls were removed!

Apollo:
That night, there was space
inside that noodle stand!

Apollo:
Space created at the 
Meraktis Clinic, no less.

Apollo:
Right around the time that you
were there, Ms. Alita Tiala!

Alita:
Stoooooooooooop!

Alita:
I won't listen to any more of
these wild fantasies!

Alita:
No... not fantasies...

Alita:
They're worse lies than that
spoiled brat's pickup lines!

Judge:
I would like to remind the
witness of her current status.

Judge:
This court does not consider
you entirely innocent.

Alita:
Show me an innocent... I'll
show you a fairy tale.

Judge:
...In any case.

Judge:
The defense has, somehow,
made its point.

Judge:
The witness had both a motive
and an opportunity to kill
Dr. Meraktis.

Alita:
More fairy tales!  This whole
trial is a fairy tale!

Judge:
Then please, pull us back down
to reality, Ms. Tiala.

Judge:
I'm giving you one last chance
to explain yourself.

Apollo:
(This is it!)

Apollo:
(Why was Dr. Meraktis pulling
that stand that night...?)

Apollo:
(...And what was Alita Tiala
doing inside it?)

Apollo:
(Time to get to the bottom of
this case!)

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- Tiala's Explanation --
	
	Alita:
	That night, I went to ask
	Dr. Meraktis for the chart.
	
	Alita:
	I had no intention of ever
	letting that chart fall into
	the Kitaki Family's hands.
	
	Alita:
	But Dr. Meraktis didn't
	understand...
	
	Alita:
	For some reason, he thought
	the Kitakis had sent me!
	
	Alita:
	So I gave up and went home...
	All I did was talk to him!
	
Apollo:
You knew about the botched
operation...

Apollo:
So you tried to get rid of
the chart, to save yourself!

Alita:
I won't make excuses.

Alita:
...And I did warn the good
doctor.  I gave him a chance.

Alita:
I told him that brat got
his health check-up report.

Alita:
...And that he was coming to
settle the score.

Judge:
Hmm... I see.

Judge:
Very well.  Mr. Justice, begin
your cross-examination.

Apollo:
...Yes, Your Honor.
(This is the last testimony!)

Apollo:
(Either I perceive the truth,
or it's over!)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- Tiala's Explanation --
	
	Alita:
	That night, I went to ask
	Dr. Meraktis for the chart.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		So, you did go to steal that
		chart!
		
		Alita:
		Were you listening?  I said
		I "asked" him for it!
		
		Judge:
		The victim was a man in good
		health... I don't see how she
		could have coerced him.
		
		Klavier:
		True.  It would have been
		impossible without a pistol.
		
		Apollo:
		(But what if she did have a 
		pistol...?)
		
		Alita:
		I'll admit I wanted the chart.
		That much is true.
		
		Alita:
		...My reason was simple.
	
	Alita:
	I had no intention of ever
	letting that chart fall into
	the Kitaki Family's hands.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		It certainly would have put a 
		damper on your wedding plans,
		I'd say.
		
		Alita:
		Not only that.  If the Kitakis
		had gotten that chart...
		
		Alita:
		...I'd probably be with
		Dr. Meraktis now, pulling that
		great noodle stand in the sky.
		
		Klavier:
		It seems our witness was in a
		fix as well.
		
		Alita:
		Who would want to die pulling
		a noodle stand?
		
		Trucy:
		When I die, it will be by
		disappearing mysteriously in
		the middle of a magic act!
		
		Apollo:
		Could we be a little less
		morbid!?  Please!?
		
		Alita:
		So you see, I needed that
		chart.
	
	Alita:
	But Dr. Meraktis didn't
	understand...
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*

		Apollo:
		He didn't understand...?
		
		Alita:
		He wouldn't listen to a word
		I was saying!
		
		Alita:
		The moment he saw me, he
		started to tremble...
		
		Alita:
		Hah, I thought, what a sad
		excuse for a man!
		
		Apollo:
		(Please don't smile like that
		anymore... It's creepy.)
		
		Alita:
		He was practically delusional!
	
	Alita:
	For some reason, he thought
	the Kitakis had sent me!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		They "sent you"?
		
		Alita:
		He thought the Kitakis had
		sent me to get the chart.
		
		Klavier:
		It makes some sense.  You are
		their son's fiancée.
		
		Alita:
		Don't make me laugh!
		The Kitakis?  Send me?
		They don't play that way.
		
		Alita:
		If they'd known about that
		chart, they would have gone
		in there with guns blazing.
		
		Alita:
		But I couldn't convince the
		trembling doctor otherwise.
	
	Alita:
	So I gave up and went home...
	All I did was talk to him!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		If that was really all that
		happened...
		
		Apollo:
		...what were all those noodle
		bowls doing there?
		
		Alita:
		How should I know?
		
		Alita:
		There weren't any bowls when
		I went, I know that much!
		
		Alita:
		Why don't you let me be and
		go look for your killer
		someplace else, alright?
		
		Apollo:
		(Do I detect uncertainty
		there...?)
		
		
			((Perceive Wrong))
			
			Apollo:
			*GOTCHA!*
			
			Apollo:
			...Gotcha, Ms. Tiala!!!
			
			Alita:
			I heard you just fine the
			first time.
			
			Alita:
			What, I wasn't aware we were
			playing paintball.
			
			Apollo:
			......
			
			Trucy:
			She's one cool cucumber, that
			Alita.
			
			Apollo:
			(...Hmm.  Maybe I spotted the
			wrong spot.)
			
			Apollo:
			(But my bracelet reacted!
			There must be something
			in this testimony!)
			
			Apollo:
			(I'll find your weak spot,
			Alita Tiala...)
		
	Apollo:
	(...This is my last chance!)
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo... any word from your
	bracelet?
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah, actually...
	(I felt it respond...!)
	
	Trucy:
	I couldn't see a thing!
	
	Trucy:
	It's up to you, Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	(Time to perceive the truth!
	...Here comes Justice!)
	
	
((Perceive Twitch))

Apollo:
*GOTCHA!*

Apollo:
"All I did was talk"...
and lie.

Alita:
Wh-What?  Show me proof!

Apollo:
(I'm pretty sure about this
one... I think I'm getting
the hang of this.)

Apollo:
(A little slip in confidence,
and they give it all away.)

Apollo:
The proof... is you,
Ms. Tiala.

Alita:
...!

Apollo:
"All I did was talk to him",
you claim...

Apollo:
Yet you can't hide your own
nervous twitch when you say
those words!

Alita:
My "twitch"?  What are you
talking about!?

Apollo:
You have a habit of scratching
the area of your neck around
the edge of your scarf.

Alita:
Wha--!
Wh-Wh-What!?

Apollo:
(This is working better than
I'd hoped!)

Apollo:
(Her unconscious actions tell
the truth she won't say.)

Apollo:
(Habits and lies...
Two dots...)

Apollo:
(Connect the dots and find
the truth!)

Alita:
D-Don't look at me like that!
I t-told you the tr-truth...

Apollo:
It seems that when you recall
what really happened in that
office...

Apollo:
...you can't keep your hands
off your neck, can you?

Alita;
...!

Apollo:
(Hmm... It seems that
nervous habits...)

Apollo:
(...are unconscious reactions
that manifest when someone is
trying to hide something!)

Apollo:
You can't hide behind your
scarf, Ms. Tiala!

Apollo:
Something happened between
you and the victim in the
Meraktis Clinic office!

Alita:
...

Apollo:
And I've got proof that
shows exactly what happened!


	((Present Wrong))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Alita:
	...I knew you were bluffing.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh...?
	
	Alita:
	I could tell by the way you
	fondled your spiky hair!
	
	Apollo:
	(Ack!  She found my habit!)
	
	Apollo:
	(I'd better rethink this...)
	
	Apollo:
	(OK, when we found the
	Merakti Clinic office...)
	
	Apollo:
	(...there were signs of a
	struggle, and a bullet in
	the safe.)
	
	Apollo:
	(Ms. Tiala was willing to do
	anything to get that chart.)
	
	Apollo:
	(So something happened... But
	what?)
	
	
((Present Lamp))

Alita:
Wh-What's that...?

Apollo:
...You're touching your scarf
again.

Alita:
...!

Apollo:
...There's something unusual
about this lamp.

Apollo:
The bulb is broken... and
there's a red splotch on
the cord.

Alita:
Eh...

Apollo:
Seeing how you hide your
neck...

Apollo:
I think I can come up with
a plausible explanation for
the lamp's state.

Alita:
Well spit it out!  This talking
in circles nonsense is
killing me!

Apollo:
Very well.

Apollo:
The answer is very simple.
Ms. Alita Tiala...

Apollo:
Please remove your scarf!

Alita:
!
...............

Alita:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
This is a trial to determine
what happened in that park.

Klavier:
Yet we seem to have drifted
off target.

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
We'll find out soon enough
if we're drifting...

Apollo:
As soon as the witness removes
her scarf.

Alita:
I...
I won't do it!

Alita:
This is insane!  I'm a...
an unrelated third party!

Alita:
You can't order me to remove
my clothing!

Judge:
...Ms. Tiala.

Judge:
I'm afraid you've forgotten
what's already been proven.

Alita:
What...?

Judge:
You're hardly "unrelated".

Judge:
...Please remove your scarf.

Alita:
No.
Noooooooooooo!

Apollo:
...I knew it.

Apollo:
So I was right, wasn't I,
Ms. Alita Tiala!

Judge:
Your neck... That isn't what
I think it is!?

Apollo:
Something did happen that
night at the Meraktis Clinic!

Apollo:
You needed to get that chart
back, no matter what it took.

Apollo:
Even if you had to steal your
fiancé's pistol to do it!

Judge:
B-But wait!

Judge:
Looking at this lamp, and
the witness's neck...

Judge:
It looks like the very
opposite happened!

Apollo:
Exactly.

Apollo:
The victim in the clinic
that night...

Apollo:
...was this witness!
Specifically...

Apollo:
...you tried to threaten
Dr. Meraktis and he attacked
you!

Apollo:
That's what happened that
night at the Meraktis Clinic!

Alita:
Urk......!!!

Alita:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Alita:
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek

Alita:
....................
....................

Judge:
Order!  Order!  Order!!!

Judge:
Will someone please tell me
what really happened!?

Alita:
I told you the truth already!

Alita:
I went to the clinic that
night to warn Dr. Meraktis!

Alita:
...That gangster knows
everything!

Alita:
He's coming for you!

Meraktis:
...Looks like my clinic's
seen its last patient.

Alita:
We have to get rid of that
chart!

Alita:
Quick, open your safe!
Give it to me!

Meraktis:
...So you can save your own
skin?

Alita:
What...?

Meraktis:
I know what you're up to.  You
want in with the Family...

Meraktis:
And if they see that chart,
you're finished.

Alita:
......

Meraktis:
...Leaving me holding the
short straw.

Meraktis:
But if I'm going down... I'll
want some company.  You!

Apollo:
And what happened next!?

Alita:
He jumped at me, and knocked
me to the floor!

Alita:
Then, he took that cord...

Alita:
...Pal Meraktis was serious.
Deadly serious.

Alita:
He really tried to strangle
me.

Alita:
I... I must have blacked out.

Judge:
So... you were the victim!

Klavier:
And the red splotch on the
cord... was your lipstick.

Alita:
I... I didn't want to remember
that night.

Alita:
That's why I didn't bring it
up.

Alita:
There... Are you happy now?

Apollo:
Eh...

Alita:
I was out cold, almost killed!

Alita:
And you claim I then snuck
into that noodle stand...

Alita:
But how could I!?

Apollo:
Aaaaaaack!

Judge:
Well, one thing is clear.

Judge:
We now know what really
happened at the Meraktis
Clinic.

Judge:
And it would seem that our
victim was not entirely
without blame himself!

Alita:
I... I'm sorry.

Alita:
I get so nervous just thinking
of it, it's hard to breathe.

Alita:
I've told you everything.
Can I go home now?

Judge:
Hmm...

Judge:
You bear some responsibility
for events that day, true.

Judge:
Yet, if you were also a
victim...

Judge:
...this court would owe you
some sympathy.

Judge:
...Well, Mr. Justice?

Judge:
I believe this clears up the
remaining questions for
Ms. Tiala.

Apollo:
(When did this happen!?)

Apollo:
(Suddenly, everyone's
sympathizing with her!)

Trucy:
I don't know what to think
anymore, Apollo...

Trucy:
I mean, is that it?

Trucy:
Do we know everything we need
to know about Ms. Tiala?

Judge:
Very well!  This finishes the
cross-examination of this...

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
Heh.  Heh heh heh.

Klavier:
Not so fast.  This party's
just getting started!

Klavier:
Now, we rock!

Apollo:
W-What!?

Klavier:
Those spikes on your head
are softer than they look...

Klavier:
Or do you not have the
stomach to go all the way?

Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin...?

Klavier:
Pak Meraktis choked Alita
Tiala...

Klavier:
...She fell unconscious.

Klavier:
But what happened next?

Trucy:
He's right!  There is more
we don't know!

Apollo:
But... she was choked hard
enough to leave that mark!

Apollo:
She would have been out for
a while!

Trucy:
Even still, what if it was
her in that noodle stand!

Apollo:
...!

Apollo:
(Alita Tiala, half-dead...
Dr. Meraktis pulling that
stand...)

Apollo:
(And a bullet fired from
inside the noodle stand...)

Trucy:
What if it's all true!?

Trucy:
We might have already figured
out what truly happened that
night!

Apollo:
Ms. Alita Tiala, as you
can see...

Apollo:
...we're not through with
you just yet.

Alita:
...You really want to blame
me for this murder, don't you?

Alita:
You, too, "Prosecutor" Gavin.

Klavier:
Me?  Fräulein, I only wish to
know the truth.

Apollo:
Well, let's go back over what
we've learned up till now.

Apollo:
On the day of the murder,
Wocky saw his check-up report.

Apollo:
...From which he learned about
the bullet still inside him.

ApollO:
So, he took a pistol from the
Family stash...

Apollo:
...with the intent to give
Dr. Meraktis some of "his own
medicine".

Trucy:
And Ms. Tiala heard about
this from Wocky.

Trucy:
So she went to the Meraktis
Clinic ahead of him!

Trucy:
...In order to get rid of the
chart with her signature!

Apollo:
But then...
something happened.

Alita:
...Sounds like you've figured
it all out.

Alita:
But remember, I was the
victim!  I was out cold.

Apollo:
But, what about Dr. Meraktis?

Klavier:
That does seem to be the
problem...

Klavier:
He had just strangled Alita
Tiala, perhaps, he thought,
to death.

Klavier:
What did he do after his
crime?

Alita:
I was just knocked out!
Not dead!

Klavier:
From the state of his clinic,
and the scene in the park...

Klavier:
...I think it's clear what
the good doctor did next.

Klavier:
Well, Herr Forehead?
Care to guess?

Apollo:
...!

Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?  What did
Dr. Meraktis do!?

Apollo:
(Maybe he did think he
killed Alita Tiala...)

Apollo:
(Do I have evidence to show
what he did next...?)


	((Present Wrong))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	This evidence shows what
	he did next!
	
	Judge:
	...
	
	Klavier:
	...Shows what, Herr Forehead?
	
	Judge:
	Your smile has a sort of
	sick desperation to it,
	Mr. Justice.
	
	Apollo:
	(What, this smile?)
	
	Judge:
	...Let's try again, shall we?
	
	
((Present Noodle Stand))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
...As his next move,
Dr. Meraktis...

Apollo:
...stole Guy Eldoon's noodle
stand!

Alita:
What, "killing" me disturbed
him that much?

Alita:
So much he randomly stole a
noodle stand!?

Apollo:
It wasn't so "random".
Remember all the bowls in the
clinic's foyer?

Apollo:
Bowls that belonged inside
that stand?  I think it's
pretty obvious, don't you?

Apollo:
That stand was at the clinic.
However, the question is why
did he remove the bowls?

Trucy:
Maybe... because the stand
was heavy?

Apollo:
Or he wanted to put something
in the stand in their place...

Judge:
Ah...

Judge:
Wait, you don't mean...!

Apollo:
I do.

Apollo:
Dr. Meraktis did replace those
bowls with something...

Apollo:
...your "corpse", Ms. Tiala!

Alita:
M-My "corpse"!?

Apollo:
Dr. Meraktis panicked.  He
thought he'd killed you...

Klavier:
...His next move would be to
dispose of the body!

Alita:
Th-That's crazy talk!  You're
all crazy!

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Then let's think about it...
logically.

Apollo:
The doctor had a place to
dispose of you in mind...

Apollo:
...But on the way there...

Apollo:
...who should he run into but
the defendant, Wocky Kitaki!

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
...I question your "logic".

Judge:
What's this, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
The park is a dead end.
Why would he head in that
direction to begin with?

Alita:
That's right!  He had no
reason to go there!
...Oh, now I get it!

Alita:
It was a trick!  That spoiled
brat made him do it!  He made
the doctor steal the stand!

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Tell me... Why would someone
go to a "dead end"?

Apollo:
...Unless the park was his
destination!

Alita:
Wh-What...?

Judge:
Apparently, the defense has
an idea.

Judge:
Tell us where Dr. Meraktis was
heading with the stand!

Judge:
Here, please show us on this
diagram.

Judge:
To where exactly was the
victim dragging that stand?


	((Present Wrong))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	The victim was heading here!
	
	Klavier:
	*OBJECTION!*
	
	Klavier:
	Ah yes, of course.  There.
	
	Klavier:
	...Why?
	
	Apollo:
	............
	
	Apollo:
	I'm young, Your Honor.
	I'm still making up my mind
	about a lot of things.
	
	Judge:
	...Perhaps you should leave
	the court until you grow up.
	
	Apollo:
	(...Ugh.)
	
	
((Present River))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Judge:
There?  That's a... a river!

Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor.  I scarcely
need to explain why.

Klavier:
...A perfect place to dispose
of a body.

Alita:
H-He was going to throw me
into that river!?

Klavier:
He didn't have many other
options, Fräulein.

Alita:
...

Apollo:
I believe this clears up all
of the remaining questions.

Apollo:
The victim pulling the stand,
and the defendant before him.

Apollo:
...And inside the stand, you,
Ms. Alita Tiala.

Alita:
Urk...

Apollo:
And then, the denouement.

Apollo:
Wesley Stickler, of
panty-snatching fame,
walks up.

Apollo:
Seeing the two men, he shouts!
In that instant...

Alita:
So... I shot him?

Apollo:
You were the only one who
could have stolen Wocky's
pistol.

Apollo:
It had to be you!

Judge:
...Well, Ms. Tiala?

Alita:
......
Hmph.

Alita:
...Nice work.

Apollo:
...You mean, I'm right?

Alita:
I mean you've done a fine
job dreaming up a story...

Alita:
...to get that spoiled brat
off the hook!

Trucy:
You're the one who's dreaming!

Trucy:
Apollo's backed up everything
he's said with facts!

Trucy:
If you're so sure he's making
it up, give us another reason!

Trucy:
Why was Dr. Meraktis pulling
that stand through the park!?

Alita:
Who knows?

Alita:
But there's one gaping hole
in your logic.

Alita:
I think Mr. Gavin knows 
whereof I speak!

Apollo:
Whereof what!?

Apollo:
(I can't believe she's still
trying to deny this!)

Judge:
Is this true, Prosecutor
Gavin?

Klavier:
...Must I always be the one
to point out Herr Forehead's
errors?

Apollo:
...!
(Ack, maybe there really
is something!)

Klavier:
I believe the Fräulein speaks
of... Herr Doktor's car.

Apollo:
His car...?

Alita:
That's right!  The Meraktis
Clinic has that big garage!

Judge:
In which sat... a green
sports car, was it?

Alita:
Why would he steal the stand
in the first place!?

Alita:
If he wanted to carry a body,
he would have used the car!

Apollo:
Ack...!

Klavier:
And so we find our victim
without probable cause to
steal that stand...

Klavier:
...and our defense without
a case.

???:
*OBJECTION!*

Trucy:
Um... I have an idea!

Trucy:
You know that green car?

Trucy:
I bet it wouldn't run!
It was broken!

Klavier:
Ah, what an excellent
counter-argument, Fräulein.

Klavier:
Too bad you're quite wrong.

Trucy:
Eh...

Klavier:
Don't tell me you've forgotten
what happened to your daddy?

Trucy:
Daddy...?

Apollo:
Th-That's right...!

Apollo:
That night, the car that hit
Mr. Wright...

Apollo:
...was that green sports car!

Judge:
Oh, yes!
I-I'd nearly forgotten
about it!

Klavier:
Afterward, he drove it back
to that garage.  It ran fine.

Alita:
...That's right.

Alita:
So why didn't he use his
beloved sports car, hmm?

Apollo:
Urk...!

Klavier:
A glaring contradiction, to
be sure.

Klavier:
More glaring than your
forehead.

Apollo:
No..
Nooooooooooooo!

Judge:
Order!  Order!  Order!
Well, Mr. Justice?

Judge:
Why didn't Dr. Meraktis use
his car to carry the "body"?

Apollo:
Uh... Umm...

Klavier:
Is that a groan of surrender
I hear?

Apollo:
......

Klavier:
Some advice: Now's a good time
to review all you know.

Klavier:
...Everything you've learned
over the last two days.

Apollo:
(Everything I've learned...?)

Jduge:
Mr. Justice, this 
contradiction casts doubt
on your entire case!

Judge:
This is truly your last
chance!

Judge:
The defense will explain to
us what happened that night!


	[ Someone else stole the stand. ]
	
	Apollo:
	Actually... It was someone
	else who stole that stand!
	
	Judge:
	B-But then why was the victim
	pulling it!?
	
	Apollo:
	Well...
	Um...
	
	Apollo:
	He would have had to steal
	it from someone else!
	
	Judge:
	...
	
	Judge:
	We're back where we started,
	Mr. Justice.
	
	Klavier:
	Without an explanation for
	why he didn't use the car.
	
	Judge:
	I'll ask you again!
	
	
	[ He carried the body in the car. ]
	
	Apollo:
	The victim... used the car
	to carry the body!
	
	Klavier:
	Ah, so you're throwing out
	everything you've proven up
	until now?
	
	Apollo:
	Well, if the car wasn't
	broken...
	
	Klavier:
	I admire your adaptability in
	the face of impossible odds.
	
	Klavier:
	Yet this does not explain why
	he was pulling that stand.
	
	Apollo:
	(What's going on...?)
	
	Apollo:
	(Is Prosecutor Gavin trying
	to tell me something...?)
	
	Judge:
	Perhaps we need to ask you
	again.
	
	
	[ The car didn't run. ]
	
	Apollo:
	(I have an idea...)
	
	Apollo:
	(It's all coming together!)
	
	Apollo:
	...That night, Dr. Meraktis
	couldn't use his car.
	
	Alita:
	Hah!  Now you're making even
	less sense than usual!
	
	Apollo:
	...Not according to my
	information, Ms. Tiala.
	
	Apollo:
	Put one and one together, and
	the explanation is simple!
	
	Judge:
	If it's so simple, perhaps you
	can show us some evidence?
	
	Judge:
	Show us proof why the car
	wouldn't run that night!
	
	
		((Present Wrong))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Judge:
		This is proof of why the car
		broke down that night!?
		
		Judge:
		Well, Prosecutor Gavin?
		
		Klavier:
		Ah, it's proof of a
		malfunction, alright.
		
		Klavier:
		...A malfunction in Herr
		Forehead's brain.
		
		Judge:
		The court accepts this
		evidence!
		
		Apollo:
		(Hah, hah, very funny, guys.)
		
		Judge:
		Mr. Justice!  You will mend
		your malfunction and present
		evidence that makes sense!
		
		
((Present Panties)

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Judge:
Let's see now...
Panties!?  Again!?

Trucy:
All sorts of things come
out of my panties!

Trucy:
...Even the truth.

Alita:
...?

Apollo:
Another crime was committed
the night of the murder.

Apollo:
The theft of these panties!
The latest in a string of
similar thefts, actually.

Apollo:
But that night, the snatcher
was caught in the act!

Apollo:
A brave young girl chased
the thief until the hid...

Apollo:
...in the Meraktis Clinic
garage.

Alita:
Wh-Whaaat!?

Apollo:
The snatcher hid the panties
there before running...

Apollo:
...Perhaps someone in this
court remembers where he
hid them?

Judge:
Why... weren't they found in
the car's exhaust pipe?

Apollo:
...Exactly.

Apollo:
By the way, I learned
something yesterday...

Apollo:
...A very important piece
of information.

Apollo:
...And I learned it from you,
Prosecutor Gavin!

Trucy:
Um, so you were here
investigating?

Klavier:
And I was on my way home...
when my hog gave up the ghost.

Apollo:
Your hog...?

Klavier:
My motorcycle won't start.
A clogged exhaust pipe...

Trucy:
Too bad!  It looks like such
a nice bike, too.

Trucy:
Hard to believe that it could
break just from that!

Klavier:
Cars, motorbikes, they're all
the same.

Klavier:
Clog the exhaust, and they
won't run.

Alita:
My, how interesting.

Apollo:
While Ms. Tiala and the
doctor were struggling...

Apollo:
...the panty-snatcher snuck
into the Meraktis garage.

Apollo:
From that time, until the time
we found these...

Apollo:
...that car wouldn't start.

Alita:
Wh...What...!?

Trucy:
That's why Dr. Meraktis had
to use the noodle stand!

Trucy:
It was the next closest thing
he could think of!

Apollo:
...Well, Ms. Tiala?

Apollo:
This wraps your doubts up
quite nicely, I think!

Alita:
...
So it does.

Alita:
(Where...)

Alita:
(Where am I...?)

Alita:
(So dark... Can't see...
...Cramped...!)

Alita:
(The pain...
my throat's burning...!)

Meraktis:
Wh-What's your problem!?

Wocky:
You, Doc!  I know what you did!

Meraktis:
Ah...!

Alita:
(...Wocky?)

Wocky:
...You lied to me!  So you
know what I'm gonna do?

Wocky:
I'm gonna give you a taste of
your own medicine, man!

Meraktis:
W-Wait!
Let me explain!

Wocky:
F-Fine.  I'll give you your
last request.

Meraktis:
Listen, you're being tricked!
But not how you think!

Meraktis:
It's not just me...

Alita:
(No...!)

Alita:
(He'll ruin everything!
...I have to stop him!)

Stickler:
C-Cease this at once,
y-y-you two!

Alita:
Funny.  This isn't the way
it was supposed to turn out.

Alita:
Oh well.
Too bad.

Judge:
There's still one mystery...

Judge:
How did you manage to
disappear from that stand?

Alita:
In the silence after the shot,
I heard the witness running...

Klavier:
I believe we heard as much
from Wesley Stickler.

Klavier:
He went to use a public phone
to inform the police.

Alita:
...Which is when I made my
escape.

Apollo:
...Which is when you left that
slipper print!

Alita:
Dr. Meraktis didn't bother
taking my slippers off.

Alita:
I threw them out after I
stepped in that paint, though.

Apollo:
...That was your mistake.

Alita:
No.
My biggest mistake...

Alita:
...was coming to you for
help, Mr. Justice!

Apollo:
Eh...

Alita:
I believed in you!

Alita:
You and your "Anything
Agency"...

Alita:
If anyone would get Wocky
declared guilty it was you!

Apollo:
...

Judge:
I believe we've reached a
conclusion of sorts.

Judge:
...Prosecutor Gavin.  How is
Ms. Alita Tiala doing?

Klavier:
She's confessed to everything.
We're processing her arrest
now.

Trucy:
Prosecutor Gavin sure seems
calm for someone who just
lost...

Apollo:
(I think he already knew...)

Apollo:
(He'd figured out she was the
killer a while ago...)

Klavier:
Some advice: Now's a good time
to review all you know.

Klavier:
...Everything you've learned
over the last two days.

Apollo:
(He lost... but I didn't
exactly win, either.)

Klavier:
...Hmm?  Something the matter,
Herr Forehead?

Judge:
Looks like it's time to
announce a verdict...

Not Guilty

Judge:
Court is adjourned!

---
June 17, 4:12 PM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
---

Trucy:
Great job, Apollo!  You did it!

Apollo:
Yeah, we did, somehow...

Trucy:
Wocky's off the hook...

Trucy:
...free to become the gangster
he's always wanted to be!

Trucy:
And he has you to thank...

???:
Hey!  Attorney-man!

Wocky:
You're gonna pay for what you
did to my Alita, homes!

Trucy:
...Or to blame, I guess.

Wocky:
You give my Alita back!

Wocky:
Stupid pointy-head attorney
with a death-wish!

???:
Enough, Wocky!

Apollo:
Ah!  Mr. Kitaki...

Big Wins:
...It's high time you opened
your eyes, Wocky.

Wocky:
What do you know, old man!

Wocky:
I think it's 'bout time you
opened yours!

Wocky:
Givin' up the life, tryin' to
become some kinda businessman!

Big Wins:
Don't talk about what you
don't understand, Wocky!

Trucy:
...I'm afraid the guard is
going to throw them both out.

Apollo:
...If not in jail.  Wouldn't
that be a happy ending.

Trucy:
Hey, maybe we can help them
out!

Trucy:
We know why Mr. Kitaki needs
to make so much money...
Maybe we should tell Wocky.

Trucy:
Oh, Wocky?  Apollo has
something to tell you!

Apollo:
Huh?  I do?
(Way to put me on the spot...)

WockY:
Eh?  Whazzat?

Trucy:
Show him the reason why,
Apollo!

Apollo:
(Why is Mr. Kitaki trying to
become a business man...?)


	((Present Wrong))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Wocky:
	...Eh?
	You're bugging.
	
	Apollo:
	(I think that means I messed
	up...)
	
	Big Wins:
	Wocky, I don't care what
	you think of me...
	
	Big Wins:
	But you should know how
	your mother feels.
	
	Trucy:
	...Little Plum?
	
	Apollo:
	(What was that she said...?)
	
	Plum:
	It pays... but we need a lot
	of money right now.
	
	Plum:
	Clean money, that is.

	Apollo:
	(Wait, could she mean...?)
	
	Wocky:
	Wh-What's this about, old man?


	((Present Wocky's Chart or Check-Up Report))

	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	Think about it, Wocky...
	
	Apollo:
	Think about your condition.
	
	Wocky:
	...!
	
	Apollo:
	I talked with your mother,
	Little Plum, yesterday.
	
	Plum:
	It pays... but we need a lot
	of money right now.
	
	Plum:
	Clean money, that is.
	
	Wocky:
	...She doesn't mean... You
	aren't really... are you?
	
	
Big Wins:
...I searched the globe.
And I found one.
	
Big Wins:
A doctor who can take that
bullet out of you, Wocky.
	
Big Wins:
But it's an expensive
procedure.
	
Wocky:
M-Man!  B-But you got plenty
of money already, don't you?
	
Big Wins:
I won't use it.
	
Wocky:
...!
	
Big Wins:
It was the gangster life that
did this to you, Wocky.
	
Big Wins:
...I want to help you, and
I want to do it clean.
	
Big Wins:
Please understand.
Wocky...
	
Wocky:
D-Dad...
	
Wocky:
M-Man, I see how it is, old
man!  Always you looking out
for... out for...
	
Trucy:
Wocky...?
	
Wocky:
Listen good, old man!
One day... One day...
	
Wocky:
I'm gonna take you out!  Then
we'll see who's the O.G.!
	
Wocky:
You try to hide in your
business suit, I'll find you!
	
Wocky:
Stupid ol' geezer!
	
Trucy:
My!  Wocky!
	
Big Wins:
...No, it's as it should be.
	
Apollo:
Mr. Kitaki!
(I liked him more
without the puppy dog eyes.)
	
Big Wins:
I'm glad... to have met you.
I'm not so good with words...
	
Big Wins:
But I know a professional job
when I see one.  Thank you.
	
Apollo:
Who?  Me?  I don't think...
	
Big Wins:
Someday...
	
Big Wins:
I'll bake you one of our
latest... The Kitaki Lime Pie.
	
Apollo:
(...He's opening a pie shop!?)
	
Big Wins:
...So long.
	
Apollo:
(And he was gone...)

Trucy:
Well, let's head back, Apollo!

Trucy:
To the Wright Anything Agency!

Apollo:
Hey, since when do I work
at your agency!?

Trucy:
Aw, we make a good team!

Trucy:
Don't just stand there,
let's get going!

Apollo:
(Huh... Why not.  She did help
me out.)

Apollo:
(And there's a few questions
that still need answers...)

Apollo:
(Like this power of mine
that she showed me...)

Apollo:
(And my bracelet...)

Apollo:
(If anyone can help me figure
it out, it's her.)

Apollo:
(Though I can't say I care
much for what her father has
become...)

Trucy:
Oh, that's right!  We have to
go someplace first!

Apollo:
Huh?  Where?

Trucy:
Why, to claim our reward from
Mr. Eldoon!

Apollo:
...Ah, salty noodles.  Right.
He got his stand back already?

Trucy:
Oh, and after that, you can
come see my show!

Trucy:
With a special appearance
by the Amazing Mr. Hat!

Mr. Hat:
Oh, it's special alright!

Apollo:
Please... anything but him.

				THE END


============================
Episode 3
Turnabout Serenade
Day 1: Investigation    -30101-
============================

Let's rock!!!

Klavier:
We love you!

Klavier:
Rock on, everyone!
This party's not over yet!

Klavier:
Get out your handkerchiefs for
our special guest!

Klavier:
That's right, baby!

Klavier:
The night's just getting
started!

Thank you for coming to the
Gavinners: "Guilty as Charged"
Tour!

This ends the first part of
tonight's show.

There will now be a 20-minute
intermission.

---
July 7, 8:05 PM
Backstage Hallway
---

---------
Profiles  \
----------------------------
Phoenix Wright
Age: 33
Gender: Male
A pianist who can't play a
lick.  Formerly an ace defense
attorney of some renown.
----------------------------
Trucy Wright
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Future star magician, and
Phoenix Wright's daughter.
Fond of her Mr. Hat trick.
----------------------------
Klavier Gavin
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Star prosecutor and
leader/vocalist for the
rock group, the Gavinners
----------------------------

Trucy:
This is so cool!  Us, at a
Gavinners concert!

Apollo:
Huh?  Did you say something?
My ears are still ringiing...

Apollo:
The Gavinners: putting the
"sick" back in "music".

Trucy:
Well, I thought Mr. Gavin
was really nice!

Trucy:
Sending us those tickets at
20% off!

Trucy:
They're hard to get ahold
of, you know.

Apollo:
When you invite people to a
concert it's usually free.

Trucy:
Let's head to his dressing
room, Apollo!

Trucy:
You know, like we're a couple
of VIPs.

Trucy:
I've always dreamed of being
a VIP at a Gavinners show!

Apollo:
Um, Trucy...

Apollo:
You didn't know who Prosecutor
Gavin was before that case.

Apollo:
What kind of fan doesn't know
the lead vocalist's name?

Trucy:
Oh!  This guy, well, he was
more like a prince really.
He let us in...

TrucY:
Klavier... What a lovely name!
He's so dreamy!

Trucy:
Yeah, but I'm a girl!

Trucy:
I'm supposed to swoon over
gods of rock!

Apollo:
God-awful, maybe.

Trucy:
I bought all their stuff on
the way home from the trial!

Trucy:
I got twelve Gavinners albums,
and fifteen concert videos!

Apollo:
...That was quite a bit of
impulse shopping.

Trucy:
I got an advance on my next
15-years-worth of allowance.

Apollo:
...For Mr. Wright that sounds
like a real act of generosity.

Apollo:
(Who would have imagined me
here...)

Apollo:
(...at a Gavinners concert,
watching Prosecutor Gavin
"rock".)

Apollo:
(To be honest...)

Apollo:
(...he was kind of cool.
And I'm kind of envious.)

Apollo:
(Not that I'd ever admit
that to Trucy.)

---
July 7
Gavinners's Dressing Room
---

Klavier:
Ah, you made it.

Trucy:
Mr. Gavin!  Thanks so much
for the tickets!

Apollo:
...And the invoice you sent
along with them.

Trucy:
You were incredible up on
stage, Mr. Gavin!

Klavier:
Nothing like music to brighten
the mood after a trial, ja?

Klavier:
...And we're almost ready for
our next act.

Klavier:
I'm looking forward to it
myself.

Trucy:
Lamiroir's singing, right!?
The "Siren of the Ballad"?

Apollo:
Oh yeah...

Apollo:
That flyer said she flew all
the way over for this show.

Klavier:
That's right.  I happened to
catch her show while overseas.

Klavier:
Her voice... is divine.

Klavier:
I knew I had to invite her to
perform with us.

???:
Lamiroir says...

???:
"You praise me too highly."

Apollo:
(Whoa!  Who's this guy?  He's
huge!)

Klavier:
Ah, allow me to introduce
Mr. Romein LeTouse.

Klavier:
...Lamiroir's manager.  And
her interpreter, incidentally.

LeTouse:
It is a great honor for us
to be here.

----------------------------
LeTouse
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Lamiroir's interpreter.
His first name is "Romein".
----------------------------

LeTouse:
And a great honor for Lamiroir
to be heard in this country.

???:
[symbols]

Apollo:
(That voice...)

Apollo:
(I wish I could understand
it... It's beautiful.)

???:
[symbols]

???:
[symbols]

Trucy:
Ooooh!  It's Lamiroir!  I'm
actually meeting Lamiroir!

Apollo:
(Lamiroir...
Mysterious songstress...)

Apollo:
(Her quiet, deep song glides
through the air...)

Apollo:
(Lilting above a sparse, but
elegant piano accompaniment.)

Apollo:
(Now this is music.  She's a
real artist.)

Lamiroir:
[symbols]

----------------------------
Lamiroir
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Singer lauded as the "Siren
of the Ballad", from the tiny
country of Borginia.
----------------------------

LeTouse:
Lamiroir says...

LeTouse:
"We have long looked forward
to this joint performance."

Klavier:
Ah, Lamiroir...
Your voice...

Klavier:
...It is art.

Lamiroir:
[symbols]

LeTouse:
"Yet without his piano to
guide me..."

LeTouse:
"...it is but a voice."

???:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Apollo:
(I've seen this kid
somewhere before.)

Trucy:
He plays piano at all of
Lamiroir's concerts!

Trucy:
He's cute!  And he's a really
good pianist.

Apollo:
Good pianists are a dying
breed, I hear.

LeTouse:
Allow me to introduce Machi
Tobaye.  ...He is blind.

LeTouse;
This is why he never strays
far from Lamiroir.

LeTouse:
They are always together.

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Apollo:
(They're like characters from
some fairy tale..)

----------------------------
Machi Tobaye
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Lamiroir's favorite pianist.
He is blind.
----------------------------

Trucy:
Lamiroir's so, um, what's
that word...

Trucy:
Exotic!

Trucy:
...And mysterious!

Apollo:
She does seem quite pretty.
At least, her eyes do.

Klavier:
Hers is a kind of "sight-
seeing musique"...

Trucy:
Huh?

Klavier:
She travels the globe, putting
the sights she sees into song.

Klavier:
Even though her appearance
and voice are exotic...

Klavier:
...her songs remind us of
something close, and warm.

Trucy:
Sights into song... That's so
poetic!

Klavier:
She was gracious enough to put
music to my lyrics tonight.

Klavier:
"The Guitar's Serenade".
...I hope you enjoy it.

Trucy:
I can't wait!

Klavier:
...And now it is time.

Klavier:
For the next part, we're
giving the Gavinners's hard
rock a little rest.

Klavier:
Lamiroir, the stage is yours.

Lamiroir:
[symbols]

LeTouse:
The band members will not
play during Lamiroir's ballad.

LeTouse:
Only Machi's tender tones, and
Lamiroir's dulcet voice...

Klavier:
...And my guitar, of course.

Trucy:
Woo hoo!  Nights like this make
it all worthwhile, you know!

Apollo:
(I should have learned to
play the guitar.)

Apollo:
(There's not much romance in
Chords of Steel.)

Klavier:
Shall we hit the stage, then?

Trucy:
Good luck, Mr. Gavin!

Klavier:
Take care your hearts aren't
stolen away, ja?

Trucy:
Let's get back to the concert
hall, Polly!

Sugar, Sugar...
O that night, in your embrace.

When you stole away the keys
my heart held on to so tight.

Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody

It wraps itself around me,
And now through the air I fly.

Woh... Woh...

Burning on in my heart.  Fire.
Burn my love away.  All away.

Like a bullet of love.  Fire.
Take my life away.  All away.

Guitar, Guitar...
Up together to the sky.

---
July 7, 9:05 PM
Backstage Hallway
---

Trucy:
Wow, wasn't Lamiroir amazing?

Trucy:
I *sniffle* I even cried a
little.

Apollo:
I was surprised Prosecutor
Gavin actually burned his
guitar.

Trucy:
Yeah!  That even surprised me,
and I'm a magician!

Trucy:
What a production!

Apollo:
What a destruction.

Apollo:
(I don't think Prosecutor
Gavin was expecting it
either, oddly.)

Apollo:
(He looked as surprised as
I was.)

Trucy:
Is that what they call
"risking life and limb
for art"?

Trucy:
I think he's my new hero!

Apollo:
I'm not sure I'd call that
"art".

Trucy:
Well, what are we doing here?
Let's get going to Mr. Gavin's
dressing room!

Trucy:
There's twenty minutes till
the last part of the show!

Apollo:
How many breaks does this
band need?

---
July 7
Gavinners's Dressing Room
---

Klavier:
What the heck was that!?  I
was never consulted about it!

Staff:
S-Sorry, Mr. Gavin, sir!

Staff:
I've asked the man in
charge...

Klavier:
I play new rock, not Great
Balls of Fire!

Klavier:
Speaking of fire, I have a
good mind to fire whoever's
responsible!

Trucy:
...He seems upset.

Klavier:
Apollo Justice!  Were you the
one who tried to torch me!?

Apollo:
Hey, I didn't do it!

Trucy:
So much for risking your life
for art...

Klavier:
"The Guitar's Serenade" is
ruined!  Ruined!

Trucy:
Well, let's try to talk to
him at least.

Apollo:
...I'm not sure that's the
best move right now.


	=Examine Plastic Stew=
	
	Apollo:
	Why is that plastic bowl of
	stew sitting there?
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe they use it for
	interrogating bad guys...
	
	Trucy:
	"'Fess up to what you did, and
	we'll let you eat that stew!"
	
	Apollo:
	That's just mean.
	
	Trucy:
	It gets worse!  See, if the
	bad guy confesses, they say:
	
	Trucy:
	"OK, eat it... If you can!
	See, it's made of plastic!"
	
	Trucy:
	It's like, you don't know
	which ones are the real bad
	guys!
	
	Apollo:
	I think you need to take a
	deep breath, Trucy.
	
	
	=Examine Postcards=
	
	Trucy:
	Look!  It's a postcard of
	Lamiroir!
	
	Apollo:
	What are these letters at the
	bottom?  I've never seen these
	before.
	
	Trucy:
	It must be her native tongue,
	Borginese!
	
	Apollo:
	Borginese, huh...?
	
	** Postcard added to the Court
	Record. **
	
----------------------------
Postcard
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Gavinners's Dressing Room.
Lamiroir's own publicity
postcard.  Touch the Check
Button for details.
----------------------------

	
	=Examine Gloves=
	
	Apollo:
	Those are some pretty
	heavy-duty gloves.
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe they have to carry
	around hot pots or something?
	
	Trucy:
	They are a little thick.
	
	Trucy:
	I couldn't even stuff a
	pigeon in those.
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	That's exactly what I was
	thinking.
	
	
	=Examine Red Badger=
	
	Trucy:
	That guitar!  That's the
	legendary AA-400!  The
	"Red Badger".
	
	Apollo:
	I thought rock was supposed to
	be rebellious, not... civic.
	
	Trucy:
	Every aspiring guitarist wants
	one of these!
	
	Trucy:
	They even paint their own
	guitars to look like it.
	
	Apollo:
	Ah, the fickleness of youth.
	
	Trucy:
	You should dye your hair
	"Badger Red", too!
	
	Apollo:
	I like my hair the way it is,
	thank you very much.
	
	Trucy:
	Argh, the stubbornness of age!
	
	
	=Examine Cruiser Guitar=
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh!  A "Cruiser Guitar"!  They
	sold those to commemorate five
	years of the band.
	
	Apollo:
	Rocking it hard... under the
	speed limit.
	
	Trucy:
	There's a "Cruiser Bass", and
	a "Cruiser Drum Set", and a
	"Cruiser Keyboard"...
	
	Trucy:
	...Even a "Cruiser Whistle".
	
	Apollo:
	...I'm not so sure about that
	last one.
	
	Trucy:
	It's for blowing the whistle
	on criminals!
	
	Apollo:
	...I don't think that requires
	an actual whistle, Trucy.
	
	
	=Examine Lipstick=
	
	Apollo:
	Someone drew the Gavinners's
	mark in lipstick here.
	
	Trucy:
	Lipstick... I'd like to wear
	lipstick someday.
	
	Apollo:
	Oh?  You don't use lipstick
	yet, Trucy?
	
	Trucy:
	Daddy won't let me.
	
	Trucy:
	"Not until I learn to play
	piano," he says.
	
	Apollo:
	You'll be waiting a long time
	then, I'm afraid.
	
	
	=Examine Chains=
	
	Apollo:
	This place is decorated like
	a high-school dance.
	
	Apollo:
	Though I think our decorations
	were paper, not... chains.
	
	Trucy:
	The Gavinners are into chains.
	It's part of their image.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh, no kidding.
	
	Trucy:
	Ever since they used chains
	on the cover art for "Gunna
	Lock U Up".
	
	Apollo:
	They're really into the whole
	police thing, aren't they.
	
	Trucy:
	It'd be cooler if they turned
	that red light on.
	
	Apollo:
	...They don't have to turn
	on the red light.
	
	
	=Examine Uniform=
	
	Apollo:
	A police uniform hangs on the
	stand here.
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh!  I want to try it on!
	
	Trucy:
	"Nothing to see here, move
	along."
	
	Apollo:
	...It's OK, you don't have to
	go that far to be "special".
	
	Apollo:
	I mean, you're not exactly
	the type who's "just another
	face in the crowd".
	
	Trucy:
	Really?  You think so?
	Hmm... I guess you're right!
	
	Apollo:
	(...Now I feel like a meanie
	for making that insinuation.)
	
	
	=Examine Speaker=
	
	Apollo;
	That speaker looks familiar.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh?
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah, like the one for the
	P.A. system back in school.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, we have one of those in
	my classroom, too!
	
	Apollo:
	(That's right, she's still in
	junior high.)
	
	Apollo:
	(...I feel old.)
	
	
	=Examine Poster=
	
	Apollo:
	What's a police recruitment
	poster doing here?
	
	Apollo:
	"Rock on
		...with the police."
		
	Trucy:
	Maybe they're trying to trick
	kids into thinking the police
	are some kind of band.
	
	Apollo:
	But that's just silly.  Who'd
	name a band the "police"?
	
	
	=Move=
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo!  Where do you think
	you're going!?
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  Oh, I was just...
	
	Trucy:
	Let's talk to Mr. Gavin while
	we have the chance!
	
	Apollo:
	(OK, I suppose...)
	
	
	=Present Badge=
	
	Klavier:
	......
	Herr Forehead.
	
	Apollo:
	Y-Yeah?
	
	Klavier:
	Understand that I am not
	Prosecutor Gavin now.  I am
	lead vocal of the Gavinners.
	
	Klavier:
	That badge sings a different
	song... on a different stage.
	
	Apollo:
	Right...
	(I wish I had an alter-ego to
	hide behind sometimes.)
	
	
	=Present Postcard=
	
	Apollo:
	What are those postcards
	there, Prosecutor Gavin?
	
	Klavier:
	Eh?  Lamiroir's, you mean?
	It's part of her PR campaign.
	
	Klavier:
	I received a stack.  You can
	have one if you'd like.
	
	Apollo:
	...Ah, that's good to hear.
	
	Apollo:
	Trucy already swiped one,
	is why.
	
	Trucy:
	Eh!  B-But that...
	But I...
	
	Trucy:
	...
	
	Trucy:
	What's the big idea!?  Making
	me look like a criminal...
	
	Trucy:
	It was... a collaboration!
	I've always wanted to do a
	collaboration!
	
	Klavier:
	Usually, a collaboration is
	for creating, not stealing.
	
	Apollo:
	...Let the kid dream.
	
	
	=Examine Postcards (again)=
	
	Apollo:
	It's a stack of Lamiroir's
	postcards.
	
	Apollo:
	They have an air of mystery to
	them that matches her voice.
	
	
	=Talk -> The flaming guitar=
	
	Trucy:
	You mean, the guitar...
	That wasn't part of the act?
	
	Klavier:
	Part of the act!?
	
	Klavier:
	Who'd burn up a guitar on
	purpose!?
	
	Trucy:
	But, it worked really well
	with the lyrics just then...
	
	Trucy:
	Burning on in my heart.  Fire.
	Burn my love away.  All away.
	
	Klavier:
	......
	!
	
	Klavier:
	Wait, you think the audience
	thought it was...?
	
	Apollo:
	(Sounds like he got lucky.)
	
	Trucy:
	They probably thought it was
	part of the act.
	
	Trucy:
	At least, I did.
	
	Klavier:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	(He got lucky, and he didn't
	realize it...)
	
	Klavier:
	A-Anyway, that guitar was
	the Ferrari of guitars!
	
	Klavier:
	All the speed, all the sound
	...and all the price.
	
	Klavier:
	If I burned one of those at
	every show I'd go broke!
	
	Apollo:
	Unusually frugal for a rock
	band.
	
	Trucy:
	Try saying that to Mr. Gavin.
	
	Klavier:
	Achtung!  Today's been one
	disaster after another...
	
	Klavier:
	My hog won't run, my guitar
	case's broken...
	
	Trucy:
	Daddy told me there'd be days
	like these.
	
	
	=Talk -> Lamiroir's song=
	
	Trucy:
	W-Wasn't Lamiroir's song
	incredible!?
	
	Trucy:
	You worked on it too, right,
	Mr. Gavin?
	
	Klavier:
	Ah, yes, thanks.  It was a
	collaboration.
	
	Klavier:
	I wrote the lyrics and she
	wrote the melody.
	
	Trucy:
	You know... I was surprised
	she could sing in English...
	
	Klavier:
	I'm sure she practiced a long
	time for this day.  Ah, here.
	
	Apollo:
	What's this...?
	
	Klavier:
	A lyrics sheet.  It's yours.
	
	Klavier:
	Signed by myself and Lamiroir.
	
	Trucy:
	Yippee!  Thanks so much!
	
	Apollo:
	(All I ever get to sign are
	client defense agreements.)
	
	** Lyrics Sheet added to the
	Court Record. **
	
----------------------------
Lyrics Sheet
Type: Documents
Received from
Prosecutor Gavin
Contains the lyrics to
Lamiroir's ballad.  Touch the
Check Button for details.
----------------------------


Klavier:
Almost time for the third
act of the night.

Trucy:
Oh!  There's more?

Klavier:
Yes!  Lamiroir's part is done.

Klavier:
Now it's time for us to
drop our groove again, ja?

Klavier:
Hope you're ready to catch it.

Trucy:
Woo hoo!  Ready, Apollo?

Apollo:
Uh... I think I'll pass.

Trucy:
Eh.

Apollo:
I liked the bit with Lamiroir.

Apollo:
But the rest could use a 
volume knob.  Turned way down.

Trucy:
Ah, Apollo, you're getting
old!

Apollo:
Ack!

Apollo:
(Does 22 quality as "old" to
a 15-year-old...?)

Trucy:
Well, I'm going!

Klavier:
Let the old folks rest
backstage, ja?
...Time to rock.

Apollo:
(Hey, you're older than I am!)


	=Examine Postcard= [if you didn't examine it with Trucy]
	
	Apollo:
	A postcard of Lamiroir...
	
	Apollo:
	I can't read a single word
	of the sentence at the bottom.
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm.  Trucy might want one
	of these.
	
	Apollo:
	I'll show it to her next
	time we're here.
	
	
	=Examine Plastic Stew=
	
	Apollo:
	A delicious bowl of stew!
	
	Apollo:
	...Made of plastic.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh, the bottom of the bowl
	has a "G" on it.
	
	Apollo:
	They sell these at concerts?
	Whatever happened to T-shirts?
	
	
	=Examine Gloves=
	
	Apollo:
	Thick leather gloves and
	sunglasses...
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe I'll try these on...
	
	Apollo:
	...On second thought, no.
	
	Apollo:
	They might be evidence for
	one of Prosecutor Gavin's
	cases.
	
	
	=Examine Red Badger=
	
	Apollo:
	That's an odd guitar.
	
	Apollo:
	The design is that character
	I saw in the hallway, but
	with sunglasses.
	
	Apollo:
	What a strange mascot.  He
	looks like he's crying.
	
	Apollo:
	Since when was rock about
	crying?
	
	Apollo:
	...They should name this 
	guy "Emo".
	
	
	=Examine Poster=
	
	Apollo:
	...That police officer looks
	ready to rock.
	
	Apollo:
	Some kids must see this and
	actually want to be cops.
	
	Apollo:
	Somehow I don't think a
	rocking defense attorney
	would work too well.
	
	
	=Examine Speaker=
	
	Apollo:
	An old-fashioned speaker
	hangs from the ceiling.
	
	Apollo:
	That must be to monitor what's
	happening out on stage.
	
	Apollo:
	I think we had the same kind
	for my school's P.A. system.
	
	
	=Examine Uniform=
	
	Apollo:
	A police uniform.  Next to it
	is a policeman's hat, and
	a pair of handcuffs.
	
	Apollo:
	One of the band members must
	like the police.  Must be
	Mr. Gavin's "bad influence".
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	I thought rock 'n' roll was
	all about being rebellious.
	
	
	=Examine Chains=
	
	Apollo:
	Chains dangle from the
	ceiling.
	
	Apollo:
	They aren't "glimmerous", but
	I bet Detective Skye'd have
	something to say about them.
	
	
	=Examine Lipstick=
	
	Apollo:
	There's graffiti on the
	mirror... in lipstick.
	
	Apollo:
	Wait, but the Gavinners are
	all guys.
	
	Apollo:
	...Maybe Prosecutor Gavin
	wears lipstick?
	
	
	=Examine Cruiser Guitar=
	
	Apollo:
	That guitar looks like it was
	made out of a cop car door.
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	That's right.  Trucy's not
	here to set me straight.
	
	Apollo:
	Now I feel kinda lonely.
	
	
=Move -> Backstage Hallway=

---
July 7
Backstage Hallway
---

Ema:
Hey, it's you!  That Wright
kid.

Apollo:
Detective Skye!
(I'll let that "Wright kid"
business pass.)

Ema:
Call me Ema.

Ema:
There's no need for titles
once you've shared a bottle
of fingerprinting powder!

----------------------------
Ema Skye
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Detective obsessed with
forensics.  In charge of 
the initial investigation.
----------------------------

Apollo:
That's a new one.

Apollo:
So, um, Ema, what are you
doing here?

Ema:
...Isn't it obvious?
I'm snacking.

Ema:
You think I want to be here!?

Ema:
Me, in charge of security in
this pit!?

Apollo:
Security...?
Did something happen?

Ema:
There's no knowing with that
glimmerous fop.

Ema:
Apparently, he's all upset
because something was stolen.

Ema:
He wanted security back here
during the concert.

Ema:
Where does he get off acting
like he's some big rock star?

Apollo:
(...He is a big rock star.)

Ema:
Hey!  You listening to me?

Apollo:
So... Where's this door here
lead to?

Ema:
This one?  That's Lamiroir's
dressing room.

Ema:
Don't even think of going in 
there unless you want a piece
of Snackoos in your face!

Apollo:
(Is she ever in a good mood,
I wonder?)


	=Present Anything=
	
	Apollo:
	Ema, could you take a look
	at this?

	Ema:
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
	
	Apollo:
	Um... What do you think?
	
	Ema:
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
	
	Apollo:
	(That must be a bottomless
	bag of snacks.)
	
	
	=Examine Earpiece=
	
	Apollo:
	What's this?  Some kind of
	headset earpiece?
	
	Ema:
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
	
	Apollo:
	Why would someone leave this
	in the hallway?
	
	Ema:
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe Lamiroir's bodyguard
	dropped it?
	
	Ema:
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
	
	Apollo:
	Ema!
	
	Apollo:
	Will you stop eating those
	snacks for one second and
	listen!?
	
	Ema:
	Hah!  If you think you're going
	to pull me away from my snacks
	just to hear you mumbling...
	
	Ema:
	...on and on about whatever,
	you're going to be sorely
	disappointed!
	
	Apollo:
	(...At least I got her to
	stop munching.)
	
	
	=Examine Badger Doll=
	
	Apollo:
	What's that odd looking doll
	doing there?
	
	Ema:
	MUNCH MUNCH... oh, MUNCH,
	that's the Blue MUNCH Badger.
	
	Apollo:
	Could you try either talking
	or munching, but not both?
	
	*ka-tonk*
	
	Apollo:
	(She hit me with a snack.)
	
	Ema:
	Serves me MUNCH right MUNCH
	for going MUNCH out MUNCH
	
	Ema:
	of MUNCH my MUNCH way
	MUNCH
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	(Sorry, I don't speak
	Snackoos.)
	
	Ema:
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
	
	
	=Examine Vending Machine=
	
	Apollo:
	Come to think of it, I am a
	little thirsty.
	
	Ema:
	I'll have some tea.
	
	Apollo:
	......
	I think I'll get a water.
	
	Ema:
	I'll have tea!
	
	Apollo:
	If you want tea so bad
	go buy it yourself!
	
	*ka-tonk*
	
	Apollo:
	(She Snackoo'd me.)
	
	Ema:
	I'll take a tea.
	
	
	=Examine Poster=
	
	Apollo:
	A Gavinners "Guilty As
	Charged" tour poster.
	
	Ema:
	They're plastered all over the
	place.  It's annoying.
	
	Apollo:
	Well, this is the concert
	venue.  It makes sense.
	
	Ema:
	Why?  Everyone here is already
	here!  Why advertise to them?
	
	Apollo:
	People like to see the poster
	at the concert... It's part
	of the experience.
	
	Ema:
	Do you have to find fault with
	everything I say?
	
	*ka-tonk*
	
	Apollo:
	(She Snackoo'd me.)
	
	
	=Examine Trunk=
	
	Apollo:
	That's a pretty sturdy-looking
	box there.
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe it's an instrument case.
	There's a guitar next to it.
	
	Ema:
	Don't even think about taking
	that!
	
	Apollo:
	I don't think I could even
	carry it...
	
	*ka-tonk*
	
	Apollo:
	(She Snackoo'd me.)
	
	
	=Examine Left Door=
	
	Apollo:
	That's Prosecutor Gavin's...
	er, the Gavinners's dressing
	room.
	
	Ema:
	Put so much as a hand on the
	door and I'll Snackoo you.
	
	Apollo:
	Hold on!
	
	Apollo:
	But I just came out of there!
	
	Ema:
	Don't play smart with me!
	
	Apollo:
	(*sigh*)
	
	
	=Talk (anything)=
	
	Apollo:
	Um... Ema?
	
	Ema:
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
	
	Apollo:
	(I've never seen someone eat
	snacks with such vehemence.)
	
	Apollo:
	(Better give her a wide
	berth...)
	
	*ka-tonk*
	
	Apollo:
	(She Snackoo'd me.)	
	
	
	=Examine Right Door=
	
	Apollo:
	So this is Lamiroir's
	dressing room.
	
	Ema:
	If you even think about 
	going in there, I'll--
	

...BANG...!

Apollo:
......

Ema:
......

Apollo:
What was that?

...BANG...!

Apollo:
Was that... a gunshot?

...CRASH...!

Apollo:
(Something's going on!)

Ema:
You, out of my way!

Apollo:
E-Ema!

Ema:
Lamiroir!  Lamiroir!

......

Ema:
It's not locked...
I'm going in!

---
July 7, 9:30 PM
Lamiroir's Dressing Room
---

Apollo:
(What's that awful noise...
Oh, it's the concert.)

Apollo:
Aaack!  That's--

Apollo:
(It's Lamiroir's manager!
Mister what's-his-name...)

Ema:
LeTouse!
Oh no...

Ema:
Hey, you!

Apollo:
M-Me?

Ema:
Watch this room for me.
I have to call for backup!

Apollo:
R-Right, understood.

Apollo:
You want me to make sure no
one comes in, right?

Ema:
And don't touch anything!
I'll be right back!

Apollo:
(...What's going on?  I just
talked to him, and now...)

LeTouse:
......Nnnh......

Apollo:
...!
(He... He's alive!)

Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse!
Can you hear me!?

LeTouse:
...Sh...Shot.
...I was...shot.

Apollo:
Who?  Who shot you!?

LeTouse:
...I don't know... Ask...

Apollo:
Ask?  Ask what?

LeTouse:
Ask... wi...witness...

Apollo:
Witness... There was a
witness!?  Who!?

LeTouse:
...Cold... so cold...
Witness...

Apollo:
You're cold?  D-Don't worry,
you're going to be fine!
Help is on the way!

LeTouse:
...Can't s...see...

Apollo:
Hang in there, Mr. LeTouse!
Tell me, who was the witness?

LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is
...si...si...ren...

Apollo:
(..."Siren"?  How can a
siren witness anything...?)

Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse!

Apollo:
Yipes!  Ema!?
(What was that!?)

Apollo:
Wh-Who's there!?

Ema:
What's wrong?

Apollo:
Ema!  Did you see anyone
just now!?

Ema:
Huh?  No...

Apollo:
(I could have sworn I heard
a door close...)

Ema:
The concert's been cancelled.
Backup's on its way.

Ema:
Is Mr. LeTouse...

Ema:
...He's dead, isn't he?
That's terrible.

Apollo:
...!
(I lost him!)

Apollo:
(Romein LeTouse... shot.)

Apollo:
(And I heard his last
words...)

----------------------------
LeTouse
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Shot during the performance.
He died after leaving me
with his last words.
----------------------------

Apollo:
("The witness is the siren"...
Whatever that means.)

---
July 7
Backstage Hallway
---

???:
The venue's locked down.
We took names and addresses
before letting the crowd go.

Klavier:
Good work, Daryan.

???:
I'll let you know if I find
out anything about the victim.

???:
Later.

Klavier:
It's investigation time, then,
ja, Fräulein Detective?

Ema:
I don't need some rock 'n'
rolling prosecutor to tell
me that.

Klavier:
One request I must make...

Klavier:
Tell no one, on staff or
otherwise, anything of this.

Trucy:
Ooh, a gag order!

Klavier:
No word gets out, other than
that Mr. LeTouse is dead.

Klavier:
No word of the cause of death,
or of the murder.

Apollo:
Tell no one... Not even
Lamiroir?

Klavier:
Not even her.  We must keep
everything under wraps.

Klavier:
Oh, one other thing.

Klavier:
I'll need your signature on
this, Herr Forehead.  Yours
too, Fräulein.

Apollo:
On that?  Hmm...
An "Investigation Request"...?

Trucy:
Why just us?

Klavier:
You two are civilians.  It's
standard procedure.

Apollo:
(That should be OK to sign,
I think...)

** Signed Prosecutor Gavin's
Investigation Request **

----------------------------
Investigation Request
Type: Documents
Received from
Prosecutor Gavin.
Information concerning the
crime to be restricted to
police and related parties.

	=Check=
	
	Investigation Request
	
	To ensure the efficency and
	secrecy of our investigation,
	the bearer is hereby ordered
	to speak to no one outside
	the investigation concerning
	any details of the case.
	
		District Police Chief
		
----------------------------

Klavier:
Right, well, get started with
the investigation!

Ema:
I'm on it already!

Klavier:
Ah, and one tip for you.

Apollo:
Huh?  Me?

Klavier:
Try not to get in the Fräulein
detective's way.

Klavier:
...She's in a foul mood
today.

Apollo:
(Gee, I wonder why...)

Apollo:
(We were all questioned as
witnesses...)

Apollo:
(...And now none of us can
go home.)

Apollo:
(We'll investigate alright.
...Our way!)

Trucy:
...Somehow I don't see us
getting back to that crime
scene any time soon.

Apollo:
I still can't believe I was 
there when it happened.

Apollo:
Not an experience I care to
repeat any time soon.

Trucy:
This is no time for
navel-gazing!
Let's crack this case!

Apollo:
(I worry about Trucy.)

Apollo:
(She seems to have a very
loose idea of what it means
to be an "attorney".)

Apollo:
(Of course, that's not
surprising considering who
her father is...)

Trucy:
Something the matter?

Apollo:
No...
Let's get cracking!

Apollo:
(I'm the only one who was
there...)

Apollo:
(The only one who heard
Mr. LeTouse's last words.)

LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is
...si...si...ren...

Apollo:
(First order of business is to
find out what he meant by
"siren"!)


	=Examine Earpiece=
	
	Trucy:
	What's that?  It looks like
	some kind of future-phone!
	
	Apollo:
	Not a phone, a transceiver.
	
	Apollo:
	It's called a "headset".
	
	Trucy:
	What's a headset doing on
	the floor?
	
	Trucy:
	Wait!  Do you think Mr. LeTouse
	might have been wearing it?
	
	Trucy:
	Like one of those bodyguards?
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm.  I don't think he was
	wearing one when we first met.
	
	Apollo:
	(The L.E.D. on this thing
	is lit.  It must be on.)
	
	
	=Examine Blue Badger=
	
	Trucy:
	That's the Blue Badger, the
	police mascot!
	
	Apollo:
	Does the Blue Badger have
	something to do with the band?
	
	Trucy:
	Well, yeah!
	
	Trucy:
	The Blue Badger is the
	Gavinners's mascot, too!
	
	Apollo:
	Huh.  Go figure.
	
	Trucy:
	I hear those thigns fly off
	the shelves.
	
	Apollo:
	(I'll have to take a closer
	look at one some day.)
	
	
	=Examine Vending Machine=
	
	Trucy:
	I'm thirsty, Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	...Want something to drink?
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm... How about... this one!
	A Steel Samurai Soda!
	
	Apollo:
	("Now in Real Steel flavor.")
	...Hmm.
	
	Trucy:
	Huh?
	
	Apollo:
	...Here, my treat.
	
	Trucy:
	Hey!  This isn't enough change.
	
	Apollo:
	The machines outside are 
	cheaper.  This one is
	highway robbery.
	
	
	=Examine Poster=
	
	Apollo:
	A concert poster for the
	"Guilty as Charged" Tour.
	
	Trucy:
	I love that name!  "Guilty As
	Charged"!
	
	Apollo:
	...Seems kind of negative to
	me.
	
	Trucy:
	Well, why don't we do the
	opposite!
	
	Trucy:
	Magician Trucy presents the
	"Innocent as Charged" tour!
	
	Apollo:
	It kind of loses its impact,
	doesn't it?
	
	
	=Examine Trunk=
	
	Apollo:
	Looks like an instrument case.
	A big instrument case.
	
	Trucy:
	There's a great magic trick
	you can do with one of these!
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  What kind?
	
	Trucy:
	The "Miraculous Beautiful Girl
	Escapes the Case" illusion.
	
	Apollo:
	So it's the girl who's
	miraculous, not the escape?
	
	Trucy:
	So picky!
	
	
	=Examine Left Door=
	
	Apollo:
	That's the Gavinners's
	dressing room.
	
	Apollo:
	The crime scene was Lamiroir's
	dressing room...
	
	Apollo:
	...Next door.
	
	Trucy:
	Never know where clues might
	be hiding, Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	Let's case the joint!
	
	Apollo:
	(After you, Trucy, P.I.)
	
	
	=Examine Right Door=
	
	Apollo:
	Lamiroir's dressing room...
	
	Trucy:
	The scene of the crime!
	
	Apollo:
	We're not supposed to go in
	there.
	
	Trucy:
	But aren't we involved?
	
	Trucy:
	Aren't we duty-bound to
	investigate!?
	
	Apollo:
	Sadly, no.
	
	Apollo:
	(Though, the situation being
	what it is...)
	
	Apollo:
	(Now may be our best chance to
	do some snooping...)
	
	
=Move -> Gavinners's Dressing Room=

---
July 7
Gavinners's Dressing Room
---

Trucy:
Huh.
Looks like nobody's here.

Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin's probably
busy with the case, too.

Apollo:
No rest for the wicked.

Trucy:
No rest for us, either,
Apollo!

Trucy:
Let's get rocking!
Rock, rock!


=Move -> The Stage=

---
July 7
In the Wings
---

Trucy:
Hmm.
The stage looks empty.

Apollo:
I was hoping to get a chance
to talk to Prosecutor Gavin...

Trucy:
Oh well.  Nothing to do but go
to the crime scene, I guess!

Apollo:
I guess...


	=Examine Computer=
	
	Apollo:
	Look at all these electronic
	devices.
	
	Apollo:
	I'm guessing they have
	something to do with sound.
	
	Trucy:
	Why guess when we can fiddle?
	Hmm... let's see here...
	
	Apollo:
	Don't touch that!
	
	Trucy:
	A healthy curiosity is the key
	to a good investigation!
	
	Trucy:
	When in doubt, fiddle!  That's
	what Daddy always says.
	
	Apollo:
	(They should require parental
	testing, clearly...)
	
	
	=Examine Piano=
	
	Trucy:
	Wow, that piano looks much
	bigger close up!
	
	Trucy:
	Machi played so beautifully...
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah, like a real pianist.
	
	Trucy:
	That's just silly, Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	How can you call someone as
	good as Machi a "pianist"?
	
	Trucy:
	Why, that's like throwing him
	in the same class as Daddy!
	
	Apollo:
	...Good thing Mr. Wright
	didn't hear that one.
	
	
	=Examine Stage=
	
	Trucy:
	What a big stage!
	
	Trucy:
	It's on a whole other scale
	than the Wonder Bar!
	
	Apollo:
	The lights were so bright
	I couldn't see the whole first
	part of the concert.
	
	Trucy:
	I'd love to do my act on a
	stage like this some day!
	
	Apollo:
	Just hold back on the lights,
	for my eyes' sake, please.
	
	Trucy:
	You'll be too blinded by my
	magic to worry about lights!
	
	Apollo:
	You probably don't want to
	blind the audience if you plan
	on showing them magic.
	
	
	=Examine Bass Case=
	
	Apollo:
	Now that's a big instrument
	case.
	
	Trucy:
	That's a case for a
	contrabass, I think.
	
	Apollo:
	You could fit twenty violins
	in there, I bet.
	
	Trucy:
	It may look like a violin, but
	it's a completely different
	instrument!
	
	Apollo:
	You could fit five Trucys in
	there, I bet.
	
	Trucy:
	Hey!  Are you comparing me to
	an instrument?
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm.  I wonder who left it
	sitting open like that.
	
	
	=Examine Ladder=
	
	Apollo:
	Look, a ladder.
	
	Apollo:
	I guess they need one to work
	on the lights and such.
	
	Trucy:
	Why don't they use a 
	stepladder?
	
	Trucy:
	I prefer stepladders, really.
	
	Trucy:
	...Is that so wrong?
	
	Apollo:
	Not wrong, just... well, why
	do you prefer stepladders?
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Trucy:
	They're so much more flexible
	than plain old ladders!
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	(I prefer my ladders rigid
	and stable, thank you.)
	
	
=Move -> Lamiroir's Dressing Room=

---
July 7
Lamiroir's Dressing Room
---

Ema:
Oh, it's you.  I figured you'd
come.

Apollo:
You have to let us investigate
the scene, please!

Ema:
You're attorneys, no?

Ema:
Shouldn't you wait until you
have a client...?

Apollo:
(LeTouse did tell me to ask
the witness, the siren...)

Apollo:
(...With his dying breath,
no less.  Doesn't that count?)

Ema:
...G-Glare at me all you want,
you'll get no snacks from me.

Trucy:
Please!

Trucy:
Think of poor Lamiroir!

Ema:
Hmph.  Oh well, I suppose.
You did find the body with me.

Apollo:
Great!  Let's get to it!

Trucy:
Right!

Ema:
Just try not to touch
anything!

Apollo:
(She's letting us look!  And
she's not munching her
snacks!)

Apollo:
(This bodes well.  There are
clues here, I can feel it!)

Apollo:
(Leave no hanger unhung, no
spot unspotted!)


	=Examine Speaker=
	
	Apollo:
	That speaker was blaring at
	the time of the murder...
	
	Ema:
	Ah, that's for monitoring the
	stage from this room.
	
	Trucy:
	Monitoring?
	
	Ema:
	It pipes in a real-time feed
	from the stage microphones.
	
	Ema:
	Useful for knowing when your
	set is coming up.
	
	Apollo:
	Yes, I seem to recall it being
	loud and vaguely musical.
	
	Apollo:
	(It made it hard to hear 
	Mr. LeTouse's last words.)
	
	
	=Examine Bullet Holes=
	
	Trucy:
	Are these... bullet holes?
	
	Apollo:
	Looks like it.  There are two
	here in the wall.
	
	Ema:
	From the look of it, the
	victim was shot once in the
	shoulder.
	
	Ema:
	The first shot must have
	missed.
	
	Trucy:
	But there are two holes.
	Wouldn't that mean two misses?
	
	Ema:
	The murder weapon is a
	45-caliber revolver.
	It's very powerful.
	
	Ema:
	I believe what we're seeing
	here...
	
	Ema:
	...is the mark left by the
	second bullet after it passed
	through his shoulder!
	
	Trucy:
	Ouch... Sounds painful.
	
	Apollo:
	(No kidding.  I wonder about
	this murder weapon...)
	
	
	=Examine Brooch=
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh, what a pretty brooch!
	Oh, Ema...?
	
	Ema:
	You're not going to say, "Can
	I have it, please," are you?
	
	Trucy:
	Oh.
	
	Ema:
	Look you may be a cute little
	girl of fifteen...
	
	Ema:
	...but that doesn't get you
	any special treatment with me!
	
	Trucy:
	Oh...
	
	Apollo:
	It's not healthy to envy the
	young, Ema.
	
	Ema:
	It's not about envy!  It's
	about tampering with evidence!
	
	Apollo:
	(Note to self: Ema lacks a
	sense of humor.  Use caution.)
	
	Ema:
	You need to learn to respect
	your elders a little!
	
	Apollo:
	(...Something seems so
	familiar about that brooch.)
	
	** Brooch added to the Court
	Record. **
	
----------------------------
Brooch
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Lamiroir's Dressing Room
Found at the crime scene.
Seems strangely familiar...

	=Check -> Pin=
	
	Apollo:
	A sort of pin-fastener for
	attaching things to clothes.
	Not a safety pin-type, though.
	
	Trucy:
	So if it's not a safety
	pin...
	
	Trucy:
	...is it a danger pin?
	
	Apollo:
	I suppose if you stuck it in
	your eye, then yeah, sure.
	
	Apollo:
	But you could do that with a 
	safety pin, too, for that
	matter.
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Trucy:
	Thanks for taking the fun out
	of my danger pin.
	
	Apollo:
	(Aw, you're driving a danger
	pin through my heart here.)
	
----------------------------


	=Examine Brooch=
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	(Trucy's still after that
	brooch, clearly...)
	
	Ema:
	No way!
	
	Ema:
	If you want one that bad, get
	your daddy to buy it for you!
	
	Trucy:
	Daddy always says:
	
	Trucy:
	"Trucy, if you want something
	go find or borrow it."
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, and "When in doubt, beg."
	
	Ema:
	Leave it to Mr. Wright...
	
	Apollo:
	(I'm a little concerned for
	Trucy's future...)
	

	=Examine Ladder=
	
	Apollo:
	Huh, another ladder.
	
	Trucy:
	Actually, it's technically a
	stepladder.
	
	Apollo:
	Well hello, Ms. Fancy Pants!
	Please forgive my lack of
	ladder discrimination.
	
	Trucy:
	!
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Ema:
	I'm less worried about the
	stepladder, and more worried
	about why it's there.
	
	Apollo:
	(Why is the ladder there?)
	
	Apollo:
	(Well, to climb, right?  To
	reach something on the
	ceiling?)
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Trucy:
	I still say it's a stepladder.
	
	
	=Examine Vent=
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Trucy:
	What's wrong, Apollo?  Your
	mouth is catching flies.
	
	Apollo:
	Ah?  Um, nothing.  It's nothing.
	
	Ema:
	"Maybe that's how the killer
	escaped."
	
	Ema:
	...That's what you were
	thinking, right?
	
	Apollo:
	Eh.
	
	Ema:
	When we arrived on the scene,
	the killer had already fled.
	
	Ema:
	He or she must have had a way
	out.
	
	Ema;
	And that air vent is one
	possibility.
	
	Trucy:
	But it's much too small.
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm...
	
	Apollo:
	Not if the killer were about
	your size, Trucy...
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Trucy:
	I didn't do it!
	
	Apollo:
	Eh.
	
	Trucy:
	I was cutting up the dance 
	floor at the time, thank you!
	
	Apollo:
	I know, I know!  Of course I
	don't think you did it.
	
	Trucy:
	It's hard to tell with you,
	sometimes, Apollo.
	
	Apollo:
	(Hey!  What have I done?)
	
	
	=Examine Poster over TV=
	
	Apollo:
	There's another Gavinners
	poster here.
	
	Ema:
	I'm just about sick of seeing
	those, personally.
	
	Ema:
	Maybe I'll tear it down!
	Ha ha!
	
	Apollo:
	No tampering with the crime
	scene, Ema!
	
	Ema:
	Hmph.
	
	Ema:
	Maybe there's something else
	I can tear to shreds...
	
	Trucy:
	D-Don't look at me!
	
	
	=Examine Poster Beside TV=
	
	Apollo:
	What's this poster...?
	
	Trucy:
	Let's see...
	
	Trucy:
	"This Summer: A Legal Eagles
	Production of 'Case Closed'."
	
	Trucy:
	...Looks like a poster for
	a different show.
	
	Apollo:
	...One I wouldn't mind seeing
	real soon.
	
	
	=Examine TV=
	
	Trucy:
	Ah, ah, Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	Look at that thing!  It's huge!
	That... That's a TV!!!
	
	Apollo:
	Um, yeah, a wide flatscreen
	TV.  I want one of those.
	
	Ema:
	You'll be wanting for a long
	time on your salary, junior.
	
	Ema:
	Wait till you're as famous as
	Mr. Wright was, then dream.
	
	Trucy:
	I don't think Daddy was ever
	rich, even when he was in law.
	
	Apollo:
	Great, just stomp on my dreams
	why don't you.
	
	
	=Examine Fruit Basket=
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh!  Apollo!  Can I eat some
	of those, please!?
	
	Ema:
	Absolutely not!
	
	Trucy:
	I know.  I know!
	
	Trucy:
	But still, I yearn!
	
	Ema:
	Look, you're not the only one
	eyeing that fruit here.
	
	Trucy:
	Well then, what are we waiting
	for?  Let's eat!
	
	Ema:
	Right!
	
	Apollo:
	Whoa whoa whoa!  Stop it!
	Are you two crazy?
	
	Apollo:
	Ema, you of all people
	should know better...
	
	Ema:
	But she tempted me!  She's a...
	She's a temptress!
	
	Apollo:
	(Please, grow up...)
	
	
	=Examine Window=
	
	Trucy:
	Look, there's a little
	window over here!
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe the killer escaped
	through that!
	
	Apollo:
	It's barely big enough for
	me to get my head through.
	
	Ema:
	Not to mention it only opens
	a crack.
	
	Trucy:
	...What?
	
	Trucy:
	I was just saying it's
	possible.
	
	Apollo:
	Right, right, no harm in that.
	
	Apollo:
	(Except I'm pretty sure it
	is impossible.)
	
	Ema:
	You could peek into the room
	through it, though, you know.
	
	
	=Examine Dresser=
	
	Apollo:
	Seeing these mirrors lined up
	like that makes me think I'm
	really in a dressing room.
	
	Ema:
	You are in a dressing room.
	Hmm... This must be makeup.
	
	Ema:
	...I've never heard of most
	of these brands.
	
	Ema:
	Maybe they're Borginian?
	
	Trucy:
	Well, I haven't got a clue,
	and I doubt those are.
	
	
	=Examine Presents=
	
	Apollo:
	Look at all these presents.
	Lamiroir sure is popular.
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh!  I wonder what's inside?
	We... can't open them, can we?
	
	Ema:
	Probably not a good idea.
	
	Ema:
	You never know what you might
	find in one of these boxes.
	
	Ema:
	Bombs, razors, ransom notes...
	
	Ema:
	It could be anything.
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Trucy:
	I'm never having a birthday
	party again.
	
	
	=Examine Dryer=
	
	Apollo:
	This is one of those... uh,
	things, right?  At the barbers?
	
	Ema:
	A permanent dryer.
	
	Ema:
	Want me to curl those bangs
	of yours?
	
	Apollo:
	Um, no thanks.
	
	Trucy:
	Better not mess with his hair, 
	Ema.
	
	Trucy:
	It's part of his identity,
	you know.
	
	
	=Examine Bouquet=
	
	Apollo:
	What an amazing bouquet.
	I mean, it's giant.
	
	Ema:
	Not sure I approve.
	
	Ema:
	It'd be better if this flower
	was a bit more... Oh.
	
	Trucy:
	Eek!  The flower fell off!
	
	Apollo:
	What happened to preserving
	the crime scene, Ema?
	
	Ema:
	It's fine!  Fine!  I'll just
	put it back, see?
	
	Apollo:
	(How scientific...)
	
	
	=Examine Revolver=
	
	Apollo:
	This is the murder weapon,
	isn't it?  This revolver...?
	
	Ema:
	That's right.  A big
	45-caliber revolver.
	
	Trucy:
	Wow.
	
	Trucy:
	I wonder who brought this in
	here?
	
	Trucy:
	I thought only police were
	allowed to have one of those.
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Ema:
	Why are you giving me that
	look!?  I didn't do it!
	
	Apollo:
	I didn't...
	
	Ema:
	Listen, I was out in the
	hall eating Snackoos when
	it happened!
	
	Apollo:
	I know, I know!
	
	Apollo:
	No one here thinks you did
	it, Ema.
	
	Ema:
	It's hard to tell with you,
	sometimes, Apollo.
	
	Apollo:
	(Hey!  What have I done?)
	
	Trucy:
	Wait... If the killer brought
	a revolver...
	
	Trucy:
	...it must mean they had
	planned this from the start.
	
	Trucy:
	That's right, right?
	
	** Revolver added to the Court
	Record. **
	
----------------------------
Revolver
Type: Weapons
Retrieved from
Lamiroir's Dressing Room.
The murder weapon.  A deadly,
high-caliber revolver.

	=Check -> Examine Chamber=
	
	Apollo:
	The middle of the weapon is
	a revolving chamber.
	
	Apollo:
	That's where you load the
	bullets.  A revolver, see?
	
	Trucy:
	Revolver... Revolver...
	That sounds a bit like
	"Wonder Bar"!
	
	Trucy:
	Especially if you say it
	really fast!
	
	Apollo:
	Uh... I guess.
	
	Trucy:
	You know what I always used 
	to think?
	
	Trucy:
	I used to think the closest
	sound to "Wonder Bar" was
	"One Liver"!
	
	Trucy:
	There's just so many words
	in the world, Apollo!  Isn't
	it amazing!?
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	So many different words, so
	many different people.
	(...People like Trucy.)
	
	
	=Check -> Examine Barrel=
	
	Apollo:
	Yikes!  Don't point that thing
	at me!
	
	Trucy:
	Don't worry!  I'm an old hand
	with firearms.
	
	Trucy:
	I have one that shoots
	"Bullets".
	
	Apollo:
	I don't want it shooting
	any bullets, thank you!
	
	Trucy:
	Not those bullets, silly!
	My gun shoots "Bullets, the
	Magic Cat".
	
	Apollo:
	A cat... comes out of a gun?
	
	Trucy:
	I can tell by your expression
	you've never heard of that 
	trick.  It's a great one!
	
	Apollo:
	(Honestly, that one sounds
	halfway interesting.)
	
----------------------------


	=Examine Revolver (again)=
	
	Apollo:
	A 45-caliber revolver, very
	deadly.
	
	Trucy:
	You know, Apollo, I was
	wondering...
	
	Trucy:
	What's a caliber?  And what
	does the "45" mean?
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?
	
	Ema:
	Heh, you want me to tell you?
	It's the size of the barrel.
	
	Ema:
	Simply put, the larger the
	caliber, the bigger the round.
	
	Ema:
	...The bullet, in other words.
	Bigger bullets do more damage.
	
	Apollo:
	Wow, chalk one point up for
	forensic science.
	
	Ema:
	You know it!
	
	Trucy:
	...But it's not 45 inches,
	right?  That'd be too big.
	
	Trucy:
	What's the unit of measurement
	they use, Ms. Science?  Well?
	
	Ema:
	......
	
	Ema:
	Hush.  Kids shouldn't ask so
	many questions.
	
	
	=Examine LeTouse=
	
	Trucy:
	Th-That's a body, isn't it?
	
	Ema:
	Sure is.  The victim, no less.
	Let's take a closer look.
	
	Trucy:
	Eeek!
	G-Go ahead, Apollo.
	You first.
	
	Apollo:
	Me!?  No, you should go first,
	Trucy, really...
	
	Ema:
	Will you two stop bickering
	and get over here!?
	
	Apollo:
	(She's munching on Snackoos
	again.  Hope she's not too
	annoyed.)
	
	
		=Examine Writing=
		
		Trucy:
		Eeek!
		Is that... blood?
		
		Trucy:
		Umm... Why don't you examine
		this one, Apollo.
		
		Trucy:
		You know more about, uh, red
		stuff than I do. Yep!
		
		Apollo:
		...Says who?
		
		Apollo:
		(Something is strange about
		this blood, though...)
		
		Apollo:
		(Is that what it looks like?)
		
		
		=Examine Left Hand=
		
		Trucy:
		Apollo, look at this hand...
		
		Apollo:
		Hmm.  He's holding something.
		
		Ema:
		Hey!  No touching!
		
		Apollo:
		You can throw all the snacks
		at me you'd like, Ema.
		
		Apollo:
		But sooner or later... you're
		going to run out of them.
		
		Ema:
		Hmm.  You raise a good point.
		
		Ema:
		...I'm a bit intrigued by this
		scene.  Let's take a look.
		
		Trucy:
		Ah... see there?
		He's holding something!
		
		Trucy:
		What's this...?
		
		Apollo:
		...A key ring?
		
		Trucy:
		You think it might belong to
		the killer!?
		
		Ema:
		Certainly a possibility...
		
		Apollo:
		(What an unusual key ring...
		And what unusual keys.)
		
		Apollo:
		(This could be a vital clue.)
		
		** Key Ring added to the Court
		Record. **
		
----------------------------
Key Ring
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Lamiroir's Dressing Room
Mr. LeTouse died clutching
this.  Note the heart-shaped
ring.

	=Check -> Examine Guitar Key=
	
	Apollo:
	There are three keys on
	this heart-shaped key ring.
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm?  This middle key is
	shaped like... a guitar?
	
	Trucy:
	I get it!  It must be the
	key to a guitar case!
	
	Apollo:
	A guitar case key...
	
	Apollo:
	(I'll bet I know who this
	belongs to.)
	
----------------------------


		=Examine Left Hand (again)
	
		Apollo:
		The body was holding a
		key ring..
	
		Ema:
		I wonder what it could mean?
	
		Trucy:
		It must mean something!
	
		Apollo:
		It doesn't look like the kind
		Mr. LeTouse would use.
	
		Apollo:
		So the question is, whose
		key ring is it?
		
		Ema:
		Well, you're practically a
		detective there, Apollo.
		
		Trucy:
		Practically!
		
		Apollo:
		......
		
		Apollo:
		(I'm glad it brings them so
		much joy to mock me.)
		
	
	=Present Badge=
	
	Ema:
	You always carry that around,
	do you?
	
	Ema:
	...Just like Mr. Wright.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?
	
	Ema:
	It's good to never let
	yourself forget who you are.
	
	Ema:
	I'm proud of you.  Keep up the
	good work.
	
	Apollo:
	(...Come to think of it, why
	do I carry this around?)
	
	Apollo:
	(Though I suppose that's one
	compliment it's got me.)
	
	
	=Present Revolver=
	
	Apollo:
	So this... is the murder
	weapon?
	
	Apollo:
	(This revolver is incredibly
	heavy!)
	
	Ema:
	It's been fired twice.  You can
	still smell the gunpowder...
	
	Ema:
	...That's odd.
	
	Apollo:
	What's odd?
	
	Ema:
	Hmm?  Oh, nothing.
	
	Trucy:
	Hey, no fair!
	Tell us!
	
	Ema:
	It's just, something about
	this revolver seems... strange.
	
	Apollo:
	Strange...?
	
	
	=Present Other=
	
	Ema:
	Hmm, sorry.
	
	Ema:
	I can't comment on anything
	not scientifically relevant.
	
	Ema:
	I am a forensic scientist
	after all.
	
	Apollo:
	(A self-styled one, at least.)	
	
	
	=Talk -> The victim=
	
	Ema:
	Mr. "Romein LeTouse",
	wasn't it?
	
	Ema:
	He was Lamiroir's manager.
	And interpreter, apparently.
	
	Ema:
	This was his first time in
	the country.
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm... So I'm guessing he
	didn't know many people here.
	
	Ema:
	It doesn't seem likely.
	
	Ema:
	Nor can I thin of anyone with
	a motive to murder him.
	
	Ema:
	...Except for one person, of
	course.
	
	Trucy:
	One person...?  Who?
	
	Apollo:
	Lamiroir.
	
	Apollo:
	No one here might have had a 
	motive, but she's from...
	
	Trucy:
	What are you talking about!?
	
	Apollo:
	Urk!  H-Hey, it was Ema's idea!
	
	Ema:
	I said nothing.
	MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH.
	
	Apollo:
	(Always with the snacks...)
	
	Trucy:
	He's a big man.  Or was.
	
	Trucy:
	I don't think even I would
	win in a fight with him.
	
	Apollo:
	Which is why whoever it was
	used a revolver, I'm guessing.
	
	Ema:
	We've sent a request to the
	Borginian Embassy for more
	info on him.
	
	
	=Talk -> The crime=
	
	Ema:
	Well, you and I know more
	about the crime than anyone.
	
	Trucy:
	Y-You do?
	
	Apollo:
	That's true.  It was us who
	found the body.
	
	Trucy:
	Whaaaa-!?
	Hmph.
	
	Trucy:
	I guess that's what I miss
	for watching the concert.
	
	Apollo:
	Hey, I wish I was watching
	the concert.
	
	Apollo:
	...Anything would be better
	than this.
	
	Ema:
	Well, we know the crime took
	place during the concert.
	
	Apollo:
	And when we heard the shot
	and entered the room...
	
	Apollo:
	...the killer was already
	gone.
	
	Trucy:
	What?  But that doesn't make
	sense!
	
	Trucy:
	You came in when you heard the
	shot and no one was here?
	
	Trucy:
	How did they leave the room?
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm, that window is a little
	too small, isn't it?
	
	Ema:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	(The mystery of the
	disappearing killer...)
	
	
	=Talk -> The murder weapon=
	
	Ema:
	What do you think about
	this revolver?
	
	Apollo:
	Well... it's pretty big.
	And heavy.
	
	Ema:
	That's right.
	It's a 45-caliber.
	
	Ema:
	That makes it one of the
	deadliest revolvers around.
	
	Ema:
	Even the police don't carry
	guns this big.
	
	Apollo:
	Really?
	
	Ema:
	Yeah.  It doesn't make sense...
	
	Ema:
	You don't need so much power
	to kill at such close range.
	
	Ema:
	...It's overkill.
	
	Trucy:
	I'm not sure I see the 
	problem.
	
	Trucy:
	I mean, whenever I go out
	to eat curry...
	
	Trucy:
	...I order it "extra spicy".
	Just to be sure it's spicy.
	
	Trucy:
	Of course, I can only ever
	eat one or two bites.
	
	Apollo:
	...Um, and that's not a
	problem?
	
	Ema:
	There's another thing about a
	gun this big.
	
	Ema: 
	It puts a lot of strain on
	the shooter.
	
	Apollo:
	Strain...?
	
	Ema:
	Yeah.  Say, if you were to fire
	this revolver...
	
	Ema:
	...the recoil would probably
	dislocate your shoulder.
	
	Trucy:
	Ouuuuuch!
	
	Trucy:
	It's like the shooter's a
	victim, too!
	
	Ema:
	Yet, the killer used this
	revolver, and quite well.
	
	Ema:
	I'm guessing whoever did it
	was used to shooting.
	
	Apollo:
	(Used to shooting a
	high-caliber weapon?  Hmm...)
	
	
Ema:
Well, that's about it.

Ema:
I think we've looked at just
about everything there is.

Apollo:
I guess you're right.

Ema:
I know how you're feeling.  It
is hard to know when to stop.

Ema:
But anything more involved has
to wait until the squad gets
here.

Trucy:
Argh... I suppose...

Ema:
I'll go report the evidence.

Ema:
Sorry, but could you wait here
till I get back?

Apollo:
Huh?  Oh, actually,
we have to--

Ema:
Great!  Thanks!

Apollo:
...She left.

Trucy:
What do we do, Apollo?

Trucy:
She told us to wait...

Apollo:
Great.  Now how am I supposed
to investigate?

Trucy:
Oh well, I guess it can't
be helped.

Trucy:
Let's go.

Apollo:
Huh?  Go?

Trucy:
Time's a wasting, Apollo!
We've got a lot of ground to
cover!

Apollo:
Well, that's true, but...

Apollo:
...On second thought, why not.
I'm sure everything will be
fine.

Trucy:
Of course it will!  Let's go!


	=Examine Bullet Holes=
	
	Trucy:
	Are these... bullet holes?
	
	Apollo:
	Looks like it.  There are two
	here in the wall.
	
	Trucy:
	Well, if there are two marks,
	they must have missed twice.
	
	Apollo:
	Not necessarily...
	
	Apollo:
	Some revolvers can put a bullet
	through a person.
	
	Apollo:
	So it wasn't necessarily a 
	miss.
	
	Trucy:
	Ouch... Sounds painful.
	
	
	=Examine Brooch=
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	No snatching people's
	brooches.
	
	Trucy:
	Darn...
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe there's another one
	lying around here somewhere.
	
	Apollo:
	If there is, you can't have
	that one either.
	
	Trucy:
	...Don't be so stingy, Apollo.
	
	Apollo:
	...I think the word you're
	looking for is "principled".
	
	
	=Examine Speaker=
	
	Apollo:
	That speaker was blaring when
	it happened.
	
	Apollo:
	Apparently, it monitors sound
	from the main stage.
	
	Apollo:
	...Which made it hard to hear
	Mr. LeTouse's last words.
	
	Trucy:
	Well, you know what I do at
	loud concerts?
	
	Trucy:
	I wear earplugs!  It really
	cuts down on the noise.
	
	Apollo:
	...And this would have helped
	me hear him how?
	
	
	=Examine Ladder=
	
	Apollo:
	Huh, another ladder.
	
	Trucy:
	Actually, it's technically a
	stepladder.
	
	Apollo:
	Well hello, Ms. Fancy Pants!
	Please forgive my lack of
	ladder discrimination.
	
	Trucy:
	!
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	I'd say this ladder is
	used to climb up to reach
	things.
	
	Apollo:
	...Is there something on the
	ceiling?
	
	Trucy:
	I still say it's a stepladder.
	
	
	=Examine Vent=
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	That air vent bothers me.
	
	Apollo:
	If Ema and I came in
	through the door...
	
	Apollo:
	That makes that vent the only
	exit from the room.
	
	Trucy:
	But it's much too small.
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm...
	
	Apollo:
	Not if the killer were about
	your size, Trucy...
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Trucy:
	I didn't do it!
	
	Apollo:
	Eh.
	
	Trucy:
	I was cutting up the dance
	floor at the time, thank you!
	
	Apollo:
	I know, I know!  Of course I
	don't think you did it.
	
	Trucy:
	It's hard to tell with you,
	sometimes, Apollo.
	
	Apollo:
	(Hey!  What have I done?)
	
	
	=Examine Poster Above TV=
	
	Apollo:
	Look, there's another
	Gavinners poster.
	
	Apollo:
	Ema didn't seem too happy
	about it.
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe I should take it down
	before she rips it up.
	
	Apollo:
	You walk around with that
	thing and she'll sniff it out.
	
	Trucy:
	...Maybe I'll pass then.
	
	Apollo:
	(It's probably wise to be
	wary of Ema...)
	
	
	=Examine TV=
	
	Trucy:
	Ah, ah, Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	Look at that thing!  It's huge!
	That... That's a TV!!!
	
	Apollo:
	Um, yeah, a wide flatscreen
	TV.  I want one of those.
	
	Apollo:
	Someday when I'm a famous
	attorney, I'll get one...
	
	TrucY:
	But Daddy never had one.
	
	Trucy:
	I don't think he ever even had
	money when he was a lawyer.
	
	Apollo:
	Great, just stomp on my dreams
	why don't you.
	
	
	=Examine Fruit Basket=
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh!  Apollo!  Can I eat some
	of those, please!?
	
	Apollo:
	Better not.  Ema will
	find out.  Somehow, she will.
	
	Apollo:
	"How could you eat those
	without telling me!?"
	
	Trucy:
	Yeah...
	
	Trucy:
	I'll make sure to leave some
	for her to eat, too.
	
	Apollo:
	(I don't think that's the
	issue here...)
	
	
	=Examine Bouquet=
	
	Apollo:
	What an amazing bouquet.
	I mean, it's giant.
	
	Trucy:
	That's super dazzle-frazzle!
	
	Apollo:
	..."Dazzle-frazzle"?
	
	Trucy:
	Yeah, it's super, and it makes
	you feel all dazzle-frazzle!
	
	Apollo:
	Um... Who taught you to say
	that?
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, Daddy.
	
	Apollo:
	(...I knew it.)
	
	
	=Examine Dresser=
	
	Apollo:
	Seeing these mirrors lined up
	like that makes me think I'm
	really in a dressing room.
	
	Apollo:
	Look at all that makeup.
	
	Trucy:
	Well, I haven't got a clue,
	and I doubt those are.
	
	Apollo:
	(I guess she's not into
	makeup yet.)
	
	
	=Examine Dryer=
	
	Apollo:
	This is one of those... uh,
	things, right?  At the barbers?
	
	Apollo:
	It's one of those permanent
	hair things.
	
	Trucy:
	I've never tried one.
	
	Apollo:
	Want to?
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm...
	
	Trucy:
	I think I'll stick with my
	top hat.
	
	Trucy:
	We have an understanding,
	me and my hat.
	
	Apollo:
	(It's... just a hat, Trucy.)
	
	
	=Examine Presents=
	
	Apollo:
	Look at all these presents.
	Lamiroir sure is popular.
	
	Trucy:
	I got a present once, from
	a person in the audience.
	
	Apollo:
	That's pretty cool.
	
	Trucy:
	Isn't it!
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe you'll get one someday.
	
	Trucy:
	...From someone you defend!
	
	Apollo:
	(That's called getting paid,
	and I certainly hope I do.)
	
	
	=Examine Window=
	
	Trucy:
	Look, there's a little
	window over here!
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe the killer escaped
	through that!
	
	Apollo:
	It's only big enough to stick
	your head through.
	
	Apollo:
	And it doesn't even open all
	the way.
	
	Trucy:
	...What?
	
	Trucy:
	I was just saying it's
	possible.
	
	Apollo:
	Right, right, no harm in that.
	
	Apollo:
	(Except I'm pretty sure it
	is impossible.)
	
	
	=Examine Revolver=
	
	Apollo:
	A 45-caliber revolver, very
	powerful.
	
	Apollo:
	This is definitely the murder
	weapon.
	
	Trucy:
	I wonder who brought this
	revolver in here?  It's huge.
	
	Apollo:
	Someone unusual, that's for
	sure.
	
	Trucy:
	No one I want to meet, that's
	also for sure.
	
	Apollo:
	Me either.
	
	Apollo:
	Unless it's in court, of
	course!
	
	
	=Examine LeTouse=
	
	
		=Examine Left Hand=
		
		Apollo:
		The body was holding a
		key ring...
		
		Trucy:
		Do you think it belongs to the
		killer?
		
		Apollo:
		If it's not Mr. LeTouse's,
		that seems like a possibility.
		
		
=Move -> Backstage Hallway=

---
July 7
Backstage Hallway
---

Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Apollo:
Who's there!?

Trucy:
We... didn't just imagine
that, did we?

Apollo:
He was wearing a silk hat.
...Friend of yours?

Trucy:
Hardly!

Apollo:
(Whoever that was, he sure
looked suspicious!)


=Move -> The stage=

---
July 7
In the Wings
---

Klavier:
What is it with today!?

Klavier:
Problem after problem!
Achtung!

???:
You ain't kidding.

Trucy:
It's the two leading members
of the Gavinners, Apollo!

Trucy:
Klavier on vocals, and Daryan
on guitar!

Trucy:
They're so cool!

Apollo:
I have a hard time thinking
of "Klavier" as anything but
a prosecutor, honestly.

Trucy:
Huh?
What are they arguing about?

Apollo:
Probably the case, I'd bet.

Klavier:
My hog won't start.  My guitar
case is busted...

Klavier:
...my guitar's been burnt to a
crisp, and to top it all off,
someone's dead!

Klavier:
...And then there was that
performance just now.

Klavier:
What was that all about!?

Daryan:
Hey, man, don't blame me.

Daryan:
You were the one who missed
the cue.

Klavier:
Me?  Miss a cue!?

Klavier:
How could I conceivably get
the most important part of
that song wrong?  How!?

Klavier:
And what was all that tinny
playing of yours?

Daryan:
Who you calling "tinny"!?

Trucy:
...Sounds like they're having
a spat.

Trucy:
One of those "differences in
musical direction" bands are
always splitting up over.

Apollo:
This is hardly the time...

Klavier:
...Hmm?
What are you two doing here?

Apollo:
Ah, um, hiya.

Apollo:
......

Klavier:
We were just discussing the
investigation, if you don't
mind.

Apollo:
Sorry.
Wait...
You were what?

Klavier:
Listen...

Klavier:
You need to confirm that with
the Republic of Borginia,
Detective Crescend.

Daryan:
Right.  Anything else?

Apollo:
What did he just call him?
"Detective"...?

Daryan:
Ah, greetings.

Daryan:
Daryan Crescend... Criminal
Affairs, Division 3.

Apollo:
Uh... H-Hello.
("Criminal Affairs"!?)

----------------------------
Daryan Crescend
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Guitarist for the Gavinners.
His day job is as a detective
in Criminal Affairs, Div. 3.
----------------------------

Trucy:
*sigh*
Apollo...

Trucy:
You really don't know anything 
about the Gavinners, do you?

Apollo:
(Something tells me that's
about to be remedied.)
	
	
	=Present Lyrics Sheet=
	
	Klavier:
	I wrote those lyrics, you
	know.
	
	Klavier:
	Though it was Lamiroir who
	gave them life.
	
	Trucy:
	Wow... That's beautiful!
	
	Apollo:
	(Grr.  Maybe I should try to
	write some lyrics someday.)
	
	
	=Present Key Ring=
	
	Apollo:
	Um, I was wondering if you
	knew anything about this?
	
	Klavier:
	Th-That...!
	
	Apollo:
	Does it look familiar?
	
	Klavier:
	Familiar!  It's mine!  That's
	my key ring!
	
	Klavier:
	I've been looking all over
	for it!
	
	Trucy:
	Whaaaaaat!?  This is yours,
	Mr. Gavin!?
	
	Apollo:
	(I knew it...)
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	How can you make that "I knew
	it" face!?
	
	Trucy:
	This is the key ring that
	was...
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah, I know.
	
	Klavier:
	Thanks, anyway.
	
	Klavier:
	So, where did you find it?
	
	Apollo:
	Erm, actually, the victim
	was holding it.
	
	Apollo:
	Like he was trying to keep
	it from the killer.  Even if
	it meant his life.
	
	Klavier:
	......
	Wh-Wha... Whaaaaaaaa
	aaaaaaaat!?
	
	Klavier:
	The victim... you mean,
	Mr. LeTouse had my keys?
	
	Apollo:
	Indeed.
	
	Klavier:
	Hrmm...
	
	Klavier:
	When will my trials be over?
	
	Trucy:
	Speaking of trials, I've never
	heard Mr. Gavin whine in court
	like he has been today.
	
	Apollo:
	Ema was right about the fop,
	I'll give her that.
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	Mr. Gavin, maybe we can help.
	
	Trucy:
	Tell us about your troubles
	today.
	
	Klavier:
	I really don't think that's...
	
	Trucy:
	Tell us...
	
	Trucy:
	...and we'll keep mum about
	the key ring for now.
	
	Klavier:
	Are... you blackmailing me,
	Fräulein?
	
	
	=Present Key Ring (again)=
	
	Klavier:
	Anyway...
	
	Klavier:
	Thanks for finding this.
	
	Klavier:
	If you'd found it under
	different circumstances,
	I'd be even happier.
	
	Trucy:
	I wonder why Mr. LeTouse was
	holding it?
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe he was trying to tell
	us something?
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe that Prosecutor Gavin is
	the killer?
	
	Klavier:
	Herr Forehead, save your wild
	accusations for the court.  I 
	do so enjoy the penalties.
	
	
	=Present Other=
	
	Klavier:
	Sorry, but I'm not in the mood
	to talk about that right now.
	
	Klavier:
	Even I can only take so much
	in one day.
	
	Apollo:
	(Funny, I always thought of
	Prosecutor Gavin as one of
	those cool, stoic types.)
	
	Apollo:
	(The sort that never
	complains.  How wrong I was!)	
	
	
	=Talk -> The case=
	
	Apollo:
	Um, about the crime...
	
	Klavier:
	...Which crime do you mean?
	
	Apollo:
	The murder, what else!?
	
	Klavier:
	Oh, that.
	
	Klavier:
	For me, today has been a hit
	parade of crimes, you see.
	
	Trucy:
	Prosecutor Gavin was singing
	the blues earlier, wasn't he?
	
	Trucy:
	...Something about his hog,
	and his guitar case.
	
	Klavier:
	...Anyway.
	
	Klavier:
	I'm afraid you know more about
	the killing of Mr. LeTouse
	than I do.
	
	Klavier:
	...For now, at least.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?
	
	Klavier:
	You were the one who found
	the body, ja?
	
	Klavier:
	While we were in the middle of
	a performance, no less.
	
	Trucy:
	Aren't you going to examine
	the crime scene, Prosecutor
	Gavin?
	
	Klavier:
	I'll leave that to Fräulein
	Detective.  Wouldn't want to
	step on her toes.
	
	Trucy:
	They're not exactly best
	buddies are they.
	
	Trucy:
	Ema and Prosecutor Gavin,
	I mean.
	
	Apollo:
	Well, what to do next.  We've
	already checked out the scene.
	
	Apollo:
	(Prosecutor Gavin may be
	right.  We might be the most
	informed, for once.)
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe Prosecutor Gavin can
	shed some light on things
	we've found!
	
	
	=Talk -> The Gavinners=
	
	Trucy:
	I don't believe you, Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	How can you come to this
	concert and not know about
	the Gavinners!?
	
	Klavier:
	It's not surprising.  Why, even
	our ancestors knew nothing of
	America's existence once.
	
	Apollo:
	Um... I know America exists.
	
	Trucy:
	The Gavinners aren't just an
	average rock band, Apollo.
	
	Trucy:
	Each member is connected to
	the police somehow!
	
	Apollo:
	The Police?
	
	Trucy:
	The real police!
	By day they pack heat, but by
	night they heat up the stage!
	
	Trucy:
	By day those lips interrogate,
	by night they sing songs of
	unrequited passion!
	
	Apollo:
	...Um, OK.
	
	Trucy:
	They debuted seven years ago
	with "13 Years Hard Time For
	Love"...
	
	Trucy:
	Then came "Love With No Chance
	Of Parole", and "My Boyfriend
	Is The Prosecution's Witness".
	
	Trucy:
	The list of hits goes on and
	on!
	
	Klavier:
	This here's my right-hand man.
	...Daryan Crescend.
	
	Klavier:
	I make the melodies, and he
	attacks them with his guitar.
	
	Klavier:
	He's a bit of a rogue, really.
	
	Daryan:
	Heh.  And this guy's a bit of
	a perfectionist.
	
	Daryan:
	When a performance goes the
	least bit wrong he goes into
	this funk... Just like today.
	
	Apollo:
	(I'd hope murder would be a
	bit more off-putting than a
	ruined concert...)
	
	Klavier:
	The concert today?  A disaster!
	
	Klavier:
	I'll get to the bottom of this
	and then we'll see who missed
	a cue!
	
	Trucy:
	The missed cue...  They were
	arguing about that before...
	
	Apollo:
	(Great, I love nothing more
	than questioning tormented
	artists.)
	
	
	=Talk -> The missed cue=
	
	Trucy:
	What's this missed cue you
	keep talking about?
	
	Klavier:
	Ah ha, you heard it, didn't
	you?  From the audience?
	
	Trucy:
	Um, actually, I didn't notice
	anything...
	
	Daryan:
	See!  No amateur is going to
	pick up on that!
	
	Klavier:
	Can you guarantee an entire
	audience of amateurs?  No!
	Now take a listen to this!
	
	Trucy:
	What's that...?
	
	Klavier:
	A mixing board.
	
	Klavier:
	We used it to record our
	concert tonight.
	
	Apollo:
	(Aren't we supposed to be
	investigating a murder...?)
	
	Trucy:
	Well, we've come this far,
	might as well go all the way!
	
	Trucy:
	I've always wanted to learn
	about the recording industry!
	
	Klavier:
	This is but one of the devices
	used in recordings.
	
	Klavier:
	We're a five-part band...
	
	Klavier:
	This lets us record each
	member's performance
	separately.
	
	Klavier:
	You use the sliders to adjust
	the volume for each part.
	
	Klavier:
	Check it out!
	
	Trucy:
	Wow, neat!
	
	Trucy:
	So, could you, say, hear only
	the drum part?
	
	Klavier:
	Of course.  That's how we'll 
	find the criminal guilty of
	missing his cue tonight!
	
	Apollo:
	I'm more concerned with the
	other criminal.  The one who
	kills people.
	
	Klavier:
	You want help on the case?
	Then help me with mine!
	
	Apollo:
	(I guess rock 'n' roll comes
	before prosecuting.)
	
	Klavier:
	Let's begin!
	
	Klavier:
	First, we bring up the part of
	the performance in question.
	
	Klavier:
	You simply choose the section
	of the song you wish to hear
	on the bottom-most bar.
	
	Klavier:
	Like so.
	
	Klavier:
	There it is.
	Now, listen.
	
	Trucy:
	...Was something wrong?
	
	Klavier:
	You couldn't hear it?  Listen
	again, closely...
	
	Trucy:
	Ah... the timing's a little
	off, isn't it!?
	
	Klavier:
	You see?
	
	Klavier:
	There!  Right at the most
	important part!
	
	Klavier:
	And even an amateur can hear
	it!
	
	Daryan:
	An amateur with a mixing
	board, maybe.
	
	Klavier:
	You're missing the point!
	
	Klavier:
	We'll never stamp out crime
	until we're perfect.  Perfect!
	
	Daryan:
	Here he goes again...
	
	Klavier:
	Right.  Herr Amateur, you will
	prove my point.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  Me!?
	
	Klavier:
	You will find the missed cue!
	
	Klavier:
	You will tell us which
	instrument, which part,
	is the guilty party!
	
	Apollo:
	But how...?
	
	Klavier:
	Did I not just explain it?
	
	Klavier:
	Use these sliders to adjust
	the volume for each part.
	
	Klavier:
	Then you will find the part
	that hopelessly bungles the
	cue!
	
	Klavier:
	You'll find it, with your
	untrained amateur ears!
	
	Trucy:
	Nothing to do but try,
	Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	(I guess...)
	
	Apollo:
	(I'll admit, this looks kind
	of fun.)
	
	Klavier:
	First, a quick review: use
	the sliders to adjust volumes.
	
	Klavier:
	Press the section of the song
	you wish to hear on the bottom
	bar.
	
	Apollo:
	(Sliders and the bar, got it.)
	
	Klavier:
	Once you've found the guilty
	part, press the corresponding
	number!
	
	Klavier:
	Time to rock!
	
	
		((Present Wrong))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Apollo:
		This part sounds a little off.
		
		Klavier:
		Let's see...............
		...Herr Forehead.
		
		Apollo:
		Yes?
		
		Klavier:
		Let me guess...
		
		Klavier:
		...You got a D in high school
		chorus, didn't you?
		
		Apollo:
		(How'd he know!?)
		
		Klavier:
		This part is perfection.
		Absolute perfection.
		
		Klavier:
		I'd bet all the royalties from
		my last platinum-selling
		album on it.
		
		Klavier:
		The guilty part is elsewhere.
		
		Apollo:
		(Yeah, yeah, I know you sold
		a bazillion records.)
		
		Trucy:
		Focus, Apollo!  I'll cheer
		you on!
		
		Apollo:
		Actually, it's probably better
		if you stay quiet...
		
		Apollo:
		(Let's give this another
		shot.)
		
		
	((Present Track 2))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	This part is off.
	
	Klavier:
	Which is that?  Hmm...
	2nd Guitar.
	
	Daryan:
	Ah.
	
	Klavier:
	It was you Daryan!
	
	Daryan:
	......
	
	Daryan:
	Ah well, looks like the cat's
	out of the bag.
	
	Klavier:
	"Ah well"?  That's all you have
	to say!?
	
	Klavier:
	That kind of attitude lets
	killers walk free, Daryan!
	
	Trucy:
	Here they go again.
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe it wasn't such a good
	idea to ask about the concert.
	
	Apollo:
	It's starting to feel like
	we're just wasting time.
	
	Trucy:
	It's all experience under our
	belts!  That can't be bad!
	
	** Mixing Board added to the
	Court Record. **
	
----------------------------
Mixing Board
Type: Other
Received from 
Prosecutor Gavin
Allows music to be played
in separate tracks.  Touch the
Check Button to use.
----------------------------

	Apollo:
	(I still can't get over the
	title for that song...)
	
	Apollo:
	(..."Guilty Love"...?)
	
	
	=Talk -> The missed cue (again)=
	
	Apollo:
	(Best to avoid bringing up
	that topic again...)
	
	Apollo:
	(I'm sure I can think of
	something else to ask about.)

	
	=Talk -> Gavin's troubles=
	
	Apollo:
	You were saying something
	about your motorcycle not
	starting?
	
	Trucy:
	And something about your
	guitar case being busted?
	
	Klavier:
	...You're well informed.
	
	Trucy:
	You mentioned it a few times.
	
	Klavier:
	Ach.  Ach!  It all happened
	this morning.
	
	Klavier:
	It's all this key ring's
	fault.
	
	Apollo:
	The key ring...
	
	Klavier:
	It's got all my keys on it,
	ja?
	
	Klavier:
	My bike key, my car key... and
	the key to my guitar case.
	
----------------------------
Key Ring
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Lamiroir's Dressing Room
Found in the victim's left
hand.  Holds keys to a guitar
case and a motorcycle.

	=Check -> Examine Guitar Key=
	
	Apollo:
	There are three keys on
	this heart-shaped key ring.
	
	Apollo:
	And this guitar-shaped key
	was the key to a guitar case.
	
	Trucy:
	Wasn't he saying he had to
	break his case because he
	couldn't get it unlocked?
	
	Trucy:
	I could open a lock like
	that in 10 seconds, easy!
	
	Trucy:
	He should have given me
	a call.
	
	Apollo:
	...So he could slap handcuffs
	on you after you opened it?
	
	Trucy:
	Handcuffs?  20 seconds, tops!
	
	Apollo:
	(I'm glad she's on my side.)
	
----------------------------
	
	Trucy:
	Wait, so this key ring...
	
	Klavier:
	...It disappeared.
	
	Klavier:
	I thought I'd put it in my
	jacket pocket...
	
	Apollo:
	(Prosecutor Gavin's key
	ring... disappeared?)
	
	Klavier:
	I had to come to the concert
	by taxi.  How embarrassing!
	
	Klavier:
	And in order to get my guitar
	out, I had to break the lock.
	
	Apollo:
	Wait, this guitar wasn't 
	the one that...
	
	Klavier:
	The very one.  Up in flames...
	
	Klavier:
	...And right on stage, too.
	
	Trucy:
	I actually thought that was
	part of the show.
	
	Klavier:
	Crazy.
	
	Klavier:
	...And to top it off,
	Mr. LeTouse's life was taken.
	
	Klavier:
	Nobody told me 'bout days
	like these.
	
	Apollo:
	Strange days, indeed.
	
	Klavier:
	...You think?
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	What's wrong, Trucy?
	
	Trucy:
	Well, I was just trying to
	make sense of everything.
	
	Trucy:
	First this heart-shaped
	key ring gets stolen.
	
	Trucy:
	Then a very expensive guitar
	flares up on stage.
	
	Trucy:
	Then Mr. LeTouse dies...
	
	Klavier:
	Yes, and...?
	
	Trucy:
	Could it all really be
	just a coincidence?
	
	Klavier:
	Coincidence...?
	Meaning...?
	
	Klavier:
	Daryan, can you make any sense
	of all this?
	
	Daryan:
	...Hey, don't look at me.
	
	Trucy:
	What do you think, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?
	
	Trucy:
	I mean, either Mr. Gavin's
	having a really bad day...
	
	Trucy:
	...or all this was planned.
	
	Klavier:
	......
	
	Klavier:
	You... aren't thinking what
	I think you're thinking...
	
	Klavier:
	...are you, Fräulein?
	
	Trucy:
	I am!
	
	Daryan:
	What?  What!?
	
	Daryan:
	Hey, don't leave me in the
	dark with Spike, here.
	
	Apollo:
	(...The name's Apollo, but
	yeah, I agree...)
	
	Apollo:
	(Don't leave us in the dark!
	What are you talking about?)
	
	Trucy:
	Haven't you noticed a
	connection, Apollo?
	
	Trucy:
	...A curious connection
	between all of Mr. Gavin's
	troubles today?
	
	Apollo:
	Um, well...
	
	
		[ I have noticed. ]
		
		Apollo:
		You know, something was
		bugging me, too!
		
		Apollo:
		That key ring, and the
		guitar, and the body...
		
		Trucy:
		Slow down there, Polly.
		You look a wee bit dizzy.
		
		Daryan:
		He's bluffing.  He hasn't
		figured it out.
		
		Daryan:
		Fess up, if you're a man.
		You're as clueless as I am!
		
		Apollo:
		Huh?
		
		Klavier:
		No, no, give Herr Forehead
		a chance.
		
		Klavier:
		Let's see your evidence of
		the connection, shall we?
		
		Apollo:
		E-Evidence!?
		(Ack!  I'd better think of
		something pronto!)
		
		Trucy:
		C'mon c'mon c'mon!  Let's see
		it!
		
		Trucy:
		What's the connection between
		all of Mr. Gavin's troubles?
		
		
			((Present Wrong))
			
			Apollo:
			*TAKE THAT!*
			
			Apollo:
			The connection... is this!
			Right?
			
			Trucy:
			Um, I would say you were
			close, but really, you're
			kinda far.  Remote, even.
			
			Apollo:
			(Oops.  Try not to anger the
			Trucy, Apollo.)
			
			Apollo:
			(No sudden motions... Just
			find that evidence slowly.)
			
			
		((Present Lyrics Sheet))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Apollo:
		It's this, isn't it?
	
	
		[ I haven't noticed. ]
		
		Trucy:
		You haven't!?
		
		Apollo:
		...I just don't see the
		connection.  Sorry.
		
		Trucy:
		Well don't just give up!
		Give it a little more thought!
		
		Apollo:
		Wait... You don't mean this,
		do you?

		
	Daryan:
	A lyrics sheet?  ..."The
	Guitar's Serenade"...?  What's
	that got to do with anything?
		
	Klavier:
	It has everything to do
	with everything.
		
	Klavier:
	Though I wouldn't have
	believed it if the Fräulein
	hadn't pointed it out.

	Daryan:
	What are you talking about,
	man?  Enough with the riddles!

	Klavier:
	Maybe it is a coincidence,
	or perhaps it means something.

	Klavier:
	Don't you think, Fräulein?

	Trucy:
	I do.

	Trucy:
	Everything that's happened to
	Mr. Gavin today...

	Trucy:
	...is predicted in the lyrics
	to this song!

	Daryan:
	Wh-Whaaat!?
	No way!


	=Talk -> The song's prediction=
	
	Trucy:
	Look, just think about
	everything that's happened
	to Mr. Gavin.
	
	Trucy:
	Let's list them in the order
	that they occurred...
	
	Trucy:
	...while reading this lyrics
	sheet!
	
	Apollo:
	First, the key ring was
	stolen.
	
	Trucy:
	And not just any key ring!
	A heart-shaped key ring!
	
	Apollo:
	That's right here!
	
	Apollo:
	"When you stole away the keys
	my heart held on to so tight."
	
	Apollo:
	This is a "heart" holding
	"keys"!
	
	Trucy:
	And next, his guitar burst
	into flame.
	
	Apollo:
	"Burning on in my heart.  Fire.
	Burn my love away..."
	
	Trucy:
	And then Mr. LeTouse was
	killed...
	
	Apollo:
	"Like a bullet of love.  Fire.
	Take my life away..."
	
	Apollo:
	But... But that's crazy!
	
	Trucy:
	Yeah, no kidding!
	
	Daryan:
	So everything that happened
	today, here...
	
	Daryan:
	...This song predicted it all?
	
	Klavier:
	Or perhaps it was the other
	way around...
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?
	
	Klavier:
	The criminal could have based
	his crime on the lyrics.
	
	Apollo:
	But who would go through all
	that trouble...?
	
	Klavier:
	Someone who moves in
	mysterious ways, no doubt.
	
	Klavier:
	I believe you've stumbled upon
	something quite vital... and
	quite annoying, Fräulein.
	
	Trucy:
	Eh heh.
	
	Apollo:
	(She looks pleased...)
	
	
Daryan:
The lyrics predicting the
crime... Klavier?

Klavier:
Seems a bit more than just
a coincidence to me.

Daryan:
I have to agree.

Daryan:
The key ring, the guitar,
and the murder...

Apollo:
The key ring might have been
dropped by accident.

Klavier:
Yet the victim was holding it.
Hard to think that it was
unconnected.

Apollo:
That's true.
(Prosecutor Gavin's as calm
and collected as ever...)

Trucy:
So the criminal matched their
actions to the lyrics?

Daryan:
That sounds likely.

Apollo:
Why would anyone do that?

Daryan:
...While we think about that,
I'm going to get cracking on
the biggest crime here.

Daryan:
I'm going to talk to the
Borginian Embassy about this
Mr. LeTouse.

Klavier:
Ah, right.  Thanks, Daryan.

Daryan:
I'll leave the pondering of
mysteries to you.  I'm outta
here.

Klavier:
A foreign national,
Mr. LeTouse was killed...

Klavier:
It seems like that would have
to be the "point" of all this.

Klavier:
But they did more than that.

Klavier:
They left us with not only a
murder, but a mystery!

Trucy:
Mr. Gavin sure is irritable
today.

Apollo:
Maybe this is the real
Prosecutor Gavin we don't get
to see in the courtroom.

Klavier:
...I've had enough, frankly.

Klavier:
If you find any more
mysteries, do me a favor and
keep them to yourselves, ja?

Apollo:
Ja...

Apollo:
(I guess this is all we're
going to get from Prosecutor
Gavin.)

Apollo:
(That leaves Lamiroir to
question.)

Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin... do you 
know where Lamiroir is now?

Klavier:
Ah, I had her go to my
dressing room.

Klavier:
With that pianist, Machi
Tobaye, of course.

Klavier:
She seemed rather shocked by
Mr. LeTouse's sudden passing.

Apollo:
(The Gavinners's dressing
room.  Got it!)


=Move -> Backstage Hallway=

---
July 7
Backstage Hallway
---

Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Apollo:
Who's there!?

Apollo:
There he goes again.
Who is that guy!?

Trucy:
......

Apollo:
Huh?  Trucy?

Trucy:
You know, he did look sort of
familiar...

Apollo:
...So he is a friend of yours!

Trucy:
No, that's not it.
...Sorry, I don't remember.

Apollo:
(Curiouser and curiouser...)


=Move -> Gavinners's Dressing Room=

---
July 7
Gavinners's Dressing Room
---

Trucy:
Ah... Lamiroir!

Lamiroir:
What... What has happened?

Lamiroir:
I heard that Mr. LeTouse
has died!

Apollo:
L-Lamiroir!  You speak?

Apollo:
I mean, you speak English?

Lamiroir:
Ah... Yes.

Lamiroir:
I was invited here from
the Republic of Borginia...

Lamiroir:
But I am not Borginian by
birth.

Trucy:
But wasn't Mr. LeTouse
your interpreter...?

Lamiroir:
Ah that.  Yes, well...

Lamiroir:
It was Mr. LeTouse's idea.

Lamiroir:
He thought it would add to
the mystery, you see.

Apollo:
Then, your pianist is also...?

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Lamiroir:
No, Machi Tobaye is Borginian.

Lamiroir:
He does not speak English.

Lamiroir:
Now, please tell me!

Lamiroir:
What has happened to 
Mr. LeTouse?  Why did he...

Trucy:
Actually, Mr. LeTouse was...

Apollo:
Trucy!

Trucy:
Huh!

Apollo:
Remember what Prosecutor Gavin
said?  "Not a word"!

Trucy:
B-But Mr. LeTouse is
Lamiroir's manager!

Trucy:
That's not fair to her!

Trucy:
I mean, isn't she a related
party?

Apollo:
(Precisely who Prosecutor
Gavin doesn't want to 
alert, I'd suspect.)

Lamiroir:
All we have been told is to
wait here in this room.

Lamiroir:
It is very unsettling.

Apollo:
I'm sorry, we're trying to
figure it out ourselves.

Apollo:
Do... you think I could ask
you some questions?

Lamiroir:
Of course.  I am always willing
to help.

Apollo:
(She's as calm as she looked
on stage...)

Apollo:
(I can't put my finger on why,
but I like this Lamiroir.)

Machi:
[symbols] .. ..

Lamiroir:
What is it, Machi?

Machi:
[symbols] .. ..

Lamiroir:
What... but you'd be alone!

Machi:
[symbols] .. ..

Apollo:
Um, what seems to be the
problem?

Lamiroir:
Machi... he is not good around
strangers.

Lamiroir:
He wishes to go out for a
breath of fresh air.

Lamiroir:
Would that be alright?

Apollo:
Uh, sure, of course.

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Lamiroir:
Very well.

Lamiroir:
What is it you wished to
ask me about?


	=Present Brooch=
	
	Apollo:
	That reminds me...
	
	Apollo:
	Does this brooch look familiar
	to you?
	
	Lamiroir:
	My brooch... yes!
	Well... It may be mine.
	
	Apollo:
	Yours, Lamiroir...?
	
	Lamiroir:
	I was wearing a brooch
	earlier, you see.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I must have lost it.
	
	Trucy:
	Well that explains the brooch
	we found.
	
	Trucy:
	It was Lamiroir's!
	
	Lamiroir:
	Thank you.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I was wondering where I'd
	dropped it.
	
	Apollo:
	(So this brooch belongs to
	her...)
	
	Apollo:
	(That begs the question...)
	
	Trucy:
	Is something wrong, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	(...What was this brooch
	doing at the crime scene?)
	
----------------------------
Brooch
Type: Other
Retrieved from
Lamiroir's Dressing Room.
Found at the crime scene.
Turns out it belongs to
Lamiroir.
----------------------------


	=Present Other=
	
	Apollo:
	Would you mind taking a look
	at this, Lamiroir?
	
	Lamiroir:
	......
	
	Lamiroir:
	I'm sorry, I'm not sure what
	to say.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I wish I could help you.
	
	Apollo:
	Ah, don't worry about it.
	
	Apollo:
	(Certainly one of the most
	pleasant refusals I've had.)
	
	
	=Talk -> Lamiroir=
	
	Apollo:
	The Republic of Borginia...
	that's in Northern Europe,
	right?
	
	Trucy:
	I've never even heard of it...
	
	Lamiroir:
	I started out singing in a
	restaurant...
	
	Lamiroir:
	Then a producer called me.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Before I knew it... here I am.
	
	Trucy:
	You don't say!
	
	Trucy:
	You know, my daddy plays
	piano in a restaurant!
	
	Apollo:
	Producers tend to look for
	talent, Trucy.
	
	Apollo:
	...Lamiroir, you're not from
	Borginia originally?
	
	Apollo:
	Were you born here?
	
	Lamiroir:
	Well...
	
	Apollo:
	Oh, is that supposed to be
	a secret?
	
	Trucy:
	Image is everything when
	you're a star!
	
	Trucy:
	I know a bit about that,
	of course...
	
	Lamiroir:
	Ah, yes, it is something
	like this.
	
	Lamiroir:
	A contract, you might say.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I'm also not to speak anything
	but Borginese in public.
	
	Apollo:
	Image is important, I guess.
	
	Trucy:
	She's not all image, though!
	Her songs are lovely!
	
	Trucy:
	A real "landscape painter in
	sound"!
	
	Apollo:
	A painter in what?
	
	Trucy:
	She travels the world, turning
	the sights she sees into
	music!
	
	Trucy:
	That's the secret to your
	music's beauty, right?
	
	Lamiroir:
	You're very perceptive.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, I use your songs all the
	time in my stage act.
	
	Trucy:
	...I don't have to pay
	royalties for that, do I?
	
	Apollo:
	Stop while you're ahead,
	Trucy.
	
	Lamiroir:
	This "landscape painter in
	sound", too, is an image.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Yet without it, my songs
	would not be so widely heard.
	
	Trucy:
	They even call you the
	"Siren of the Ballad", right?
	
	Lamiroir:
	Yes.  In Borginese, "Lamiroir"
	means "the Siren".
	
	Lamiroir:
	I fear that, perhaps, already
	I am not the siren I once was.
	
	
	=Talk -> Machi=
	
	Trucy:
	Your pianist... Machi, was it?
	
	Trucy:
	He's cute!  Like a porcelain
	doll...
	
	Apollo:
	He's very "European".
	
	Lamiroir:
	I met him while singing in
	restaurants in Borginia.
	
	Lamiroir:
	He is an orphan... yet his
	playing is exquisite.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Soon he came to live with me.
	
	Trucy:
	It's like a fairy tale,
	almost...
	
	Apollo:
	I noticed he hardly leaves
	your side.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Yes, well, he is blind.
	
	Lamiroir:
	At first, I hesitated at
	dragging him across the world.
	
	Apollo:
	He doesn't speak English,
	either, does he?
	
	Lamiroir:
	He had never left Borginia
	before we met.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I made his presence part of 
	my contract.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Machi and I together are
	"Lamiroir".  Together, always.
	
	
	=Talk -> Mr. LeTouse=
	
	Lamiroir:
	Mr. LeTouse... was my new
	manager.
	
	Apollo:
	New?
	
	Lamiroir:
	Yes, from three months ago.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Around when I received
	Mr. Gavin's invitation to
	come.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I met Mr. LeTouse at my
	office.
	
	Lamiroir:
	He was to be my manager and
	bodyguard...
	
	Lamiroir:
	And, as it turned out, my
	interpreter.
	
	Apollo:
	Interpreter... even though
	you speak English.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Yes... but we were to visit
	more places than just here.
	
	Lamiroir:
	We had a concert in Japan
	scheduled after this one.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Though I fear that may have
	to be cancelled now...
	
	Trucy:
	Was Mr. LeTouse from the
	Republic of Borginia, too?
	
	Lamiroir:
	Well... he was only with me
	for three months.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I'm afraid there is much I
	do not know about him.
	
	Lamiroir:
	And now, I shall never know.
	
	Lamiroir:
	No one will even tell me why
	he has died.
	
	Apollo:
	I-I'm sorry...
	
	Apollo:
	Prosecutor Gavin said we
	weren't to talk to anyone...
	
	Lamiroir:
	Mr. LeTouse... was a talented
	man.
	
	Lamiroir:
	The "Siren of the Ballad"...
	
	Lamiroir:
	That phrase was his idea, you
	know.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I am happy for him that it
	has become so well known.
	
	Apollo:
	The "siren"... That's what 
	he meant!
	
	Trucy:
	Huh?  Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	You are "the Siren", right
	Lamiroir?
	
	Lamiroir:
	That is the meaning of my
	name in Borginese,  yes.
	
	Lamiroir:
	It was the name my producer
	gave me.  But why do you ask?
	
	Apollo:
	...It's very important.
	
	Apollo:
	I had to know for sure if the
	"Siren" was you.
	
	Lamiroir:
	What do you mean, important?
	
	Apollo:
	...I'll tell you.
	
	Apollo:
	You deserve to know.
	
	
	=Talk -> The "Siren"=
	
	Apollo:
	"Siren"...
	
	Apollo:
	It turns out that's a very
	important word in this case.
	
	Trucy:
	H-How?
	
	Apollo:
	When we found Mr. LeTouse...
	
	Apollo:
	...he was still alive.
	
	Lamiroir:
	What...?
	
	Apollo:
	I heard him say something...
	
	Apollo:
	...his last words.
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. LeTouse!
	Can you hear me!?
	
	LeTouse:
	Ask... wi...witness...
	
	Apollo:
	Hang in there, Mr. LeTouse!
	Tell me, who was the witness?
	
	LeTouse:
	The wi...witness...is
	...si...si...ren...
	
	Trucy:
	He said "siren"... Really?
	
	Apollo:
	I was the only one there to
	hear it...
	
	Apollo:
	...but I'm sure that's what
	he said!
	
	Lamiroir:
	Mr. LeTouse said that!?
	
	Lamiroir:
	"Ask the witness"...?
	
	Apollo:
	And you're the Siren,
	Lamiroir.
	
	Lamiroir:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	Did you see what happened?
	
	Lamiroir:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	Lamiroir...?
	
	Lamiroir:
	Might I ask, are you with the
	police?
	
	Apollo:
	Eh!  Uh, well, no.  I'm a
	defense attorney.
	
	Lamiroir:
	An attorney?
	
	Lamiroir:
	Yet there have been no
	arrests, yes?
	
	Apollo:
	...Is that a problem?
	
	Lamiroir:
	Does an attorney not work
	for a "client"?
	
	Lamiroir:
	If you have no client, you
	should leave the investigation
	to the police, I think.
	
	Trucy:
	But Lamiroir, we...
	
	Lamiroir:
	I am sorry, but I cannot
	answer your questions.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I'm afraid you lack the
	authority to ask them.
	
	Apollo:
	Ack...
	(Why...?)
	
	Apollo:
	(If she witnessed the crime,
	why won't she tell us...?)
	
	Lamiroir:
	I believe we are through
	here.
	
	Apollo:
	...I believe so.
	

=Move -> Backstage Hallway=

---
July 8, 12:22 AM
Backstage Hallway

Apollo:
Whoa!  Who's there now!?

Ema:
Ah, it's you.

Ema:
...Where were you!?

Apollo:
Ack!  Ema!

Apollo:
...Is something wrong?
(She's looks grumpier than
usual.)

Ema:
You bet something's wrong!
The impossible's happened!

Ema:
Arrgh!
It's all your fault, you know!

Apollo:
(Oops.  Maybe this is about us
leaving the crime scene.)

Trucy:
Wha do you mean by
"impossible"?

Ema:
Well it's gone!  Utterly gone!

Trucy:
...What's gone?

Ema:
The body, stupid!  What else?

Trucy:
Eh...

Ema:
Mr. LeTouse's body has
disappeared!

Trucy:
Whaaaaaaaaaat!?

---
July 8
Lamiroir's Dressing Room
---

Apollo:
Ah... Prosecutor Gavin.

Klavier:
From your vacant stare, I
gather you've heard the news.

Apollo:
I heard Mr. LeTouse's body
has gone missing...

Klavier:
Look for yourself.

Klavier:
Quite the pickle.
Quite.  The.  Pickle.

Ema:
How can you just stand there!?
We have to start the
investi...

Klavier:
There's no need for alarm,
Fräulein Detective.

Ema:
...!

Klavier:
All entrances and exits have
been sealed.

Klavier:
The body will not leave the
building.

Klavier:
So, I suggest we go find
ourselves a cadaver.

Klavier:
There will be plenty of time
to ponder the "whys" later.

Trucy:
Well, you seem pretty sure of
yourself, Mr. Gavin.

Klavier:
Oh, we'll find him.
I'm rather enjoying this.

Apollo:
(How could Mr. LeTouse's
body just "disappear"?)

Trucy:
Well, you heard the man.

Trucy:
Let's get searching!

Daryan:
...Hey, I don't know if this's
exactly the right time, but...

Klavier:
Yes, Daryan?

Daryan:
See, Geeter's gone missing.
It was in the dressing room.

Trucy:
Geeter?  Who's Geeter!?

Daryan:
That's what I call my guitar!
You like, man?

Klavier:
Your guitar... was stolen?

Ema:
This hasn't been a good day
for guitars or geeters.

Klavier:
OK.  Body first, then guitar.

Klavier:
And if someone finds that
guitar, please bring it to
our dressing room.

Daryan:
Geeter's like a missing
person, not lost 'n' found, 
man.


	=Examine Floor=
	
	Apollo:
	There should be a body here.
	But there's not.
	
	Apollo:
	How could this have happened?
	And why?
	
	
	=Present Anything=
	
	Apollo:
	Ema, could you take a
	look at this?
	
	Ema:
	Just hold it right there.
	
	Ema:
	This is not time to be waving
	a bag of Snackoos in my face!
	
	Apollo:
	Um, it's not a bag of
	Snackoos.
	
	Ema:
	Look.  What's important is that
	Mr. LeTouse's body is missing!
	
	Ema:
	And we've got to find it!
	
	Apollo:
	(She would be more convincing
	if she wasn't standing around
	eating her precious Snackoos.)
	
	
	=Talk -> Disappearing act=
	
	Ema:
	Well, this sure is a... what
	did he call it?  A sausage?
	
	Ema:
	No wait, it was a pickle.
	
	Ema:
	And it's your pickle!  I told
	you to stay in the room!
	
	Apollo:
	...Sorry.
	(Not much else I can say.)
	
	Ema:
	...It's alright.
	
	Ema:
	Top priority now is finding
	that body.
	
	Ema:
	...You can make it up to me
	later.
	
	Ema;
	Ten bags or so of chocolate
	Snackoos should do the trick
	nicely.
	
	Apollo:
	(You should watch your sugar
	intake, Ema.)
	
	
=Move -> The stage=

---
July 8, 12:57 AM
In the Wings
---

Trucy:
Hmm.  Does something seem
different to you, Apollo?

Apollo:
Something is definitely
different here.

Trucy:
Let's check it out!


	=Examine Anything=
	
	Trucy:
	I'm not sure that's all that
	important right now.
	
	Trucy:
	Let's check out that thing
	in the middle of the stage!
	
	
	=Examine Platform=
	
	Trucy:
	That stage there must have 
	been lowered before.
	
	Apollo:
	That's the tower that Lamiroir
	and Prosecutor Gavin were
	singing on.
	
	Trucy:
	Someone must have raised it.
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm.  I don't see a way to
	control it from here.
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo, what about that ladder
	there against the wall?
	
	Trucy:
	We could use that to take
	a look up top...
	
	Apollo:
	......
	Maybe we should get Ema.
	
	Trucy:
	What are you talking about?
	We have to see this sort of
	thing for ourselves!
	
	Apollo:
	(I'm... not so good with
	heights.)
	
	Trucy:
	Stop whining and start
	climbing!
	
	Apollo:
	Urk...
	

Apollo:
(It didn't look that high
from below, really.)
	
Apollo:
(But when we got to the top,
I felt every one of those
20 feet down.)
	
Apollo:
(Of course, I wasn't thinking
about the height any more.)
	
Apollo:
(Not after what we found up
there.)
	
Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
	
Apollo:
(We found two things we were
looking for, and one thing
we never expected to find.)
	
Apollo:
...The body, guitar in hand,
and the pianist, Machi Tobaye.
	
	
---
July 8, 10:09 AM
Wright Anything Agency
---

Apollo:
Wow, that concert last night
sure went south in a hurry!

Trucy:
No kidding.

Trucy:
Why did they arrest Machi!?
Why!?

Apollo:
Don't look at me like it's
my fault!

Apollo:
(Machi Tobaye, the blind
pianist...)

Apollo:
(...arrested on suspicion of
murdering Romein LeTouse.)

----------------------------
Machi Tobaye
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Blind pianist.  Arrested on
suspicion of having shot
Mr. LeTouse.
----------------------------

Trucy:
I can't believe such a cute
little boy could do something
so horrible!

Apollo:
I guess they had proof of
some kind.

Trucy:
What proof could possibly
prove that!?

Klavier:
Mornin'.

Apollo:
P-Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
What a night, eh?

Klavier:
I apologize for being so
upset...

Trucy:
Mr. Gavin, do you know what's
going on?

Trucy:
Why did they arrest Machi!?
Why!?

Apollo:
Don't look at him like it's
his fault either.

Klavier:
It was tough for me, too.

Klavier:
We performed together that
night, after all.  Yet...

Trucy:
Yet?

Klavier:
The powers that be say that,
given the circumstances, it
could only have been him.

Apollo:
What do you mean by the
"circumstances"?

Klavier:
Lamiroir was invited from
Borginia as an ambassador
of goodwill.

Klavier:
It is vital that this case
be wrapped up swiftly.

Klavier:
That's all the powers that
be want, really.

Apollo:
Well those are circumstances,
alright.

Apollo:
But what makes Machi the
only possible suspect?

Klavier:
Herr Forehead...

Klavier:
You seem to have forgotten
that you're talking to the
prosecution... the enemy.

Apollo:
Ah.  Right.

Apollo:
(I think I like this side of
Prosecutor Gavin better,
actually.)

Klavier:
I'm not at liberty to discuss
the particulars of the case.

Klavier:
...Especially not to the
defense attorney.

Apollo:
What... did you just say?
Me?  The defense attorney?

Klavier:
That's what I came to tell
you.

Klavier:
He's down at the detention
center... He wants to request
your services.

Apollo:
He...?  You mean Machi?  Machi
wants me...?

Trucy:
This is what we've been
waiting for, Apollo!
Let's get going!

Apollo:
Uh...
Right...!

Klavier:
Good luck.

Klavier:
I'm off to question Lamiroir.

Apollo:
R-Right.  Later!
(I hope I'm up to this...)

---
July 8
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---

Trucy:
Well, I just don't get it.

Trucy:
I refuse to believe a cute
little kid like that could
do something so terrible.

Apollo:
...You said that already.

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Trucy:
Machi!  Everything's going to 
be OK!

Trucy:
We're here for you!

Apollo:
Um, h-hi.  Maybe you can tell
me about last night...

Machi:
[symbols] .. ..

Trucy:
Huh?

Machi:
[symbols] .. ..

Machi: 
[symbols]!

Apollo:
(That was when I realized
how tough it must be...)

Apollo:
(A little kid like this...)

Apollo:
(...in a country so far from
everything he's ever known.)

Trucy:
Um, maybe Lamiroir can help?

Apollo:
But didn't Prosecutor Gavin
say she was with him?

Klavier:
Good luck.

Klavier:
I'm off to question Lamiroir.

Trucy:
Well, what are we going to do?

Apollo:
That's, um, a good question.

Apollo:
(I can't think of anything
we can do but go with this.)

Apollo:
(...And hope for the best at
the trial tomorrow.)

Machi:
[symbols] ..

Machi:
[symbols] .. ..

			To be continued.

			
============================
Episode 3
Turnabout Serenade
Day 2: Trial            -30201-
============================			

---
July 9, 10:00 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 3
---

Judge:
Court is now in session for...
how do I say that?

Klavier:
"Machi Tobaye", Your Honor.
The Pixie of the Arpeggio.

Judge:
Right, his trial.  Court is in
session!

Apollo:
The defense is ready, Your
Honor.

Klavier:
The prosecution is A-OK,
Herr Judge.

Judge:
Hmm...
Very well, Prosecutor Gavin.

Klavier:
Ah, my opening statement, ja?

Judge:
No, no, actually... There was
something else I wanted to
ask you about.

Klavier:
...?  Yes?

Judge:
Say you're going to visit
someone in the hospital with
an incurable disease...

Judge:
What do you say to them?

Klavier:
Eh?

Judge:
I mean, you wouldn't say
"get well soon", right?

Judge:
You'd only be kicking them
when they're down...

Apollo:
Um, what are you talking
about?

Judge:
Ahem, actually I'm going to
visit someone who is
terminally ill.

Judge:
...Right after this trial.
The Chief Justice's son.

Apollo:
The Chief Justice...?

Judge:
His son is afflicted with a
most terrible disease...

Judge:
He doesn't have long, it
seems.

Apollo:
Ah...

Judge:
So I thought I'd go pay him
a visit.

Judge:
I thought saying something
moving might be the order of
the day.

Trucy:
Why don't grown-ups ever just
say what's on their mind
instead of pretending?

Apollo:
(She's looking at me with
something like... disgust.)

Apollo:
...Hey!  What are you looking
at me like that for!?

Judge:
In any case...

Judge:
I'm a bit busy today, so let's
wrap this up quickly.

Judge:
Prosecutor Gavin, your opening
statement, briefly!

Klavier:
You're in luck, Herr Judge...

Klavier:
I believe you'll be going on
your hospital visit sooner
than you think.

Apollo:
...!

Klavier:
First, to review the victim
in this case.

Klavier:
Romein LeTouse, age 35.

Klavier:
The global manager for diva
songstress, Lamiroir.

Klavier:
The cause of death: blood loss
due to being shot by a large
caliber revolver.

Klavier:
This report has all the
details.

Judge:
The court accepts this into
evidence.

** LeTouse's Autopsy Report added
to the Court Record. **

----------------------------
LeTouse's Autopsy Report
Type: Reports
Submitted as evidence
by Prosecutor Gavin.
Death due to loss of blood
from a gunshot wound.  Est.
time of death: 9:00-9:30 PM.

	=Check=
	
	-Victim's Name
		Romein LeTouse (Age:35), Male
	-Time of Death
		July 7
		Between 9 PM and 9:30 PM.
	-Cause of Death
		Blood loss due to 45-caliber
		bullet wound.  Time elapsed
		between shooting and death
		currently under review.
		
----------------------------

Judge:
45-caliber... That's quite
large, isn't it?

Judge:
A direct hit from that could
knock a man off his feet.

Klavier:
However, the bullet struck him
in his shoulder.

Klavier:
The damage to his body was
slight... death was not
immediate.

Klavier:
Sadly, his blood loss was such
that he could not be saved.

Judge:
Hmm... I suppose the victim's
condition could have been
much worse, considering.

** Crime Photo added to the
Court Record. **

----------------------------
Crime Photo
Type: Photographs
Submitted as evidence
by Prosecutor Gavin.
Victim shot in shoulder in
Lamiroir's room.  Touch the
Check Button for details.
----------------------------

Klavier:
...Two shots were fired.

Klavier:
One shot missed, the other
penetrated and passed through
the victim's shoulder.

Klavier:
Both bullets were found in
the wall at the scene.
Observe the diagram...

Klavier:
...This is where the bullets
hit.

Judge:
I see...  The court accepts
this evidence.

** Diagram added to the Court
Record. **

----------------------------
Diagram
Type: Maps
Submitted as evidence
by Prosecutor Gavin.
The crime scene was Lamiroir's
dressing room.  Touch the
Check Button for details.
----------------------------

Judge:
If we're talking about a
45-caliber revolver...

Judge:
...we must assume that the
killer was adept at the
weapon's use.

Trucy:
Really?

Apollo:
Yeah, apparently, weapons that
size have a powerful kickback.

Apollo:
If, say, the judge tried to
fire one, it'd break every
bone in his body.

Judge:
The defense will take more
care in choosing examples!

Klavier:
...As I was saying, the victim
was shot backstage, in a
dressing room.

Klavier:
This dressing room has only
one entrance: this door.

Judge:
That does seem to be the case,
yes.

Klavier:
However, there were witnesses
who heard the gunshots.

Trucy:
He's talking about you and
Ema, huh.

Klavier:
Yet when the witnesses entered
the room...

Klavier:
...it was empty, save for
the victim's body, of course.

Judge:
B-But that's...

Judge:
That's impossible!

Klavier:
Exactly.  This murder was
impossible.

Klavier:
...For all but one person.

Judge:
One person?

Klavier:
That is, of course...

Klavier:
...the defendant, Machi
Tobaye.

Judge:
Only this defendant could
have committed the crime?

Judge:
But how?

Klavier:
It's quite simple.  The
circumstances of the crime
scene make it clear.

Judge:
Very well, I assume you have
testimony to back up this
claim.

Judge:
Let the witness please take
the stand!

Klavier:
Your name and profession,
please.

Ema:
Ema Skye, I'm a detective for
the police department.

Ema:
I was on security detail at
the concert forum that night.

Apollo:
(Ema seems... tired, somehow.)

Judge:
Hmm... Security at the
concert, you say?

Ema:
Some security I was.  Couldn't
even stop a murder...

Ema:
......

Judge:
Now, don't blame yourself!
Things like this happen!

Judge:
I've made even bigger mistakes
in my career, you know!

Apollo:
(I'm sure that makes her
feel much better.)

Trucy:
I want to hear about these
bigger mistakes!

Klavier:
In any case...

Klavier:
Because you were on security
detail, the crime was quickly
discovered.

Klavier:
And, we were able to identify
the killer.

Ema:
......

Klavier:
You may give the court your
testimony, if you would.

Klavier:
Describe the circumstances of
that day, and your discovery
of the crime, please.

Ema:
...Alright.

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- Murderous Circumstances --
	
	Ema:
	The night of the murder, I was
	on security backstage, at
	Prosecutor Gavin's request.
	
	Ema:
	Only people involved with the
	concert in some way were
	allowed backstage.
	
	Ema:
	At the beginning of the third
	set... I heard shots.
	
	Ema:
	I went into the room, filled
	with blaring rock music, and
	found the body.
	
	Ema:
	I examined the scene and
	determined that only the
	defendant could have done it.
	
Judge:
Hmm...

Judge:
It was lucky that a detective
was the first on the scene.

Trucy:
But that door was the only
way out of the room, right?

Apollo:
Yeah, pretty much.

Trucy:
Then I don't get it.

Trucy:
How can they say that Machi
did it?

Apollo:
Looks like we need a bit more
information.

Judge:
Very well, the defense may
begin the cross-examination.

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- Murderous Circumstances --
	
	Ema:
	The night of the murder, I was
	on security backstage, at
	Prosecutor Gavin's request.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		The night of the murder was
		the night of the concert, yes?
		
		Ema:
		That's right.
		
		Apollo:
		What was a detective doing on
		security detail, might I ask?
		
		Apollo:
		...If it was only a concert?
		
		Ema:
		My thoughts exactly.
		
		Ema:
		But, orders are orders.  Even
		when they come from rock gods.
		
		Apollo:
		Prosecutor Gavin...?
		
		Klavier:
		Yes, allow me to explain.
		
		Klavier:
		I smelled something that day,
		you might say.  The stench...
		of conspiracy.
		
		Klavier:
		That day, at the concert hall.
		
		Apollo:
		Conspiracy...?
		
		Klavier:
		Well, isn't it obvious!?
		My keys!  That whole morning,
		no, the whole day was ruined!
		
		Klavier:
		And it's all because someone
		stole my keys!
		
		Klavier:
		I couldn't ride my hog to the
		show, I couldn't open my
		guitar case...
		
		Trucy:
		There he goes again.
		
		Apollo:
		Isn't it possible he simply
		misplaced them?
		
		Klavier:
		Misplaced them!?
		
		Klavier:
		Misplaced items don't just
		wander into a murder victim's
		hand on their own!
		
		Judge:
		What's this!?  Prosecutor
		Gavin, if your keys were
		in the victim's hand...
		
		Judge:
		That makes you a prime
		suspect!
		
		Klavier:
		..."Love, slow-acting and new.
		Atroquinine... is waiting for
		you..."
		
		Trucy:
		He's singing something.
		
		Apollo:
		Does everything with this guy
		have to be so over-the-top?
		
		Klavier:
		...The killing happened in the
		middle of my concert.
		
		Klavier:
		I was... like a sailor, adrift
		on a sea of sound.
		
		Klavier:
		Anyway, I didn't want anything
		else stolen.
		
		Klavier:
		So I put the detective with
		the most time on their hands
		on the task.
		
		Judge:
		I see.  I can accept that.
		
		Ema:
		Well I can't!  What do you
		mean "time on their hands"!?
		
			((Before pressing 4 and 5))
		
			Judge:
			Please, the testimony.
	
	Ema:
	Only people involved with the
	concert in some way were
	allowed backstage.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*

		Apollo:
		...We were let in, though.
		
		Ema:
		I didn't know about that!
		I certainly didn't invite you.
		
		Klavier:
		I gave the Fräulein special
		permission to be there.
		...I wanted to see her again.
		
		Trucy:
		Oh boy!  Did you hear that?
		We're officially involved now!
		
		Apollo:
		Gee, great.
		
		Ema:
		Some other hangers-on tried to
		get backstage, but I drove
		them off.
		
		Apollo:
		(So no other "outsiders" were
		there, then.)
		
		Ema:
		And then...
	
	Ema:
	At the beginning of the third
	set... I heard shots.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		I believe we were having a
		chat when we heard the shots.
		
		Ema:
		You were the one chatting.
		I was eating Snackoos.
		
		Judge:
		Ah!
		Hey!
		No snacking in court!
		
		Klavier:
		And you're sure the shots
		came from Lamiroir's room?
		
		Apollo:
		Yes, absolutely.
		
		Ema:
		Hey, I'm the one being
		cross-examined here!
		
		Ema:
		Here, this'll keep you quiet!
		
		*ka-tonk*
		
		Apollo:
		Ah, thanks.
		
		Apollo:
		So...MUNCH...how about it
		...MUNCH...Ema?
		
		Ema:
		We were right...MUNCH...there.
		Hard to be mistaken about
		that...MUNCH.
		
		Judge:
		Please, either talk, or eat.
		Not both at the same time!
		
		Ema:
		......
		*gulp*
		Right, so after that...
		
		Ema:
		...me and Mr. Lawyer there
		opened the dressing room door.
	
	Ema:
	I went into the room, filled
	with blaring rock music, and
	found the body.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Rock?
		
		Ema:
		Blaring, yes.
		
		Judge:
		When you say "rock", are you
		referring, perhaps...
		
		Judge:
		...to this "rock 'n' roll"
		music that's so popular these
		days?
		
		Apollo:
		(That's right, when we went
		into the dressing room...)
		
		Apollo:
		(...music was blaring over
		the speaker on the wall.)
		
		Ema:
		They pipe sound from the stage
		into the backstage through
		speakers.
		
		Ema:
		That way people in the back
		can hear when they're supposed
		to be on stage.
		
		Apollo:
		Did it have to be so loud?
		
		Klavier:
		You don't listen to the 
		Gavinners with your ears.
		
		Klavier:
		You feel it with your entire
		body and soul!
		
		Klavier:
		I always have the backstage
		monitors at full volume.
		
		Ema:
		When we walked in the room...
		
		Ema:
		...the band was playing
		"Guilty Love", I believe.
		
		Ema:
		Making it easy to determine
		the time of the crime.
		
		Judge:
		Hmm... If you could hear that
		music playing...
		
		Klavier:
		...Then everyone on stage
		for that song has an alibi.
		
		Klavier:
		Including myself.
		
		Ema:
		Anyway, I closed off the
		scene and started my
		investigation.
	
	Ema:
	I examined the scene and
	determined that only the
	defendant could have done it.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		How could you know something
		like that!?
		
		Ema:
		As I said, it was clear from
		the circumstances.
		
		Ema:
		Listen...
		
		Ema:
		We know there was only one
		exit from the room: that door.
		
		Ema:
		The small window only opened
		a tiny crack.
		
		Ema:
		And I was standing in front
		of that door.
		
		Ema:
		So, how could the killer have
		fled the scene?
		
		Ema:
		There's only one possibility:
		the air vent.
		
		Judge:
		Ah...
		
		Apollo:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Apollo:
		B-But that air vent was too
		small!  Who could possibly...
		
		Ema:
		Exactly.
		
		Apollo:
		...!
		
		Ema:
		There's certainly no way you
		could get through.  Nor me.
		
		Ema:
		The only one who could fit
		through... was a child.
		
		Apollo:
		A child...
		
		Ema:
		Remember, access to those
		rooms was limited.
		
		Ema:
		Only those involved with the
		concert were allowed.
		
		Klavier:
		And of all the people involved
		with the concert...
		
		Klavier:
		...only one is small enough
		to be considered a "child".
		
		Judge:
		The... The defendant!?
		
		Klavier:
		The pixie of the arpeggio
		flitted up toward the sky...
		
		Klavier:
		...and disappeared from the
		scene of the crime.
		
		Apollo:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Apollo:
		B-But that's just conjecture!
		
		Klavier:
		Oh?  There was no other way
		out of that room.
		
		Klavier:
		You were there.  You should
		know, Herr Forehead.
		
		Apollo:
		...!
		
		Ema:
		And... there is another vital
		piece of evidence.
		
		Apollo:
		Evidence...?  What!?
		
		Ema:
		Marks were found on the air
		vent grill.
		
		Ema:
		Traces that it had recently
		been opened.
		
		Apollo:
		Wait, what...!?
		
		Ema:
		And something else was found,
		quite clearly.
		
		Ema:
		The defendant, Machi Tobaye's
		fingerprints.
		
		Apollo:
		Wha...
		Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
		
		Judge:
		Order!  Order!  Order!
		
		Klavier:
		That air vent was the only
		way out of the room!
		
		Klavier:
		The defendant's fingerprints
		were found on the grill!
		
		Klavier:
		...Well, Herr Forehead?
		
		Klavier:
		What fairy tale does this
		suggest to you?
		
		Apollo:
		Urk...!
		
		Klavier:
		Only one could pass through
		that vent, that "doorway to
		heaven"...
		
		Klavier:
		...and that one is our pixie.
		
		Apollo:
		......
		
		Trucy:
		Why are you looking at me,
		Apollo?
		
		Trucy:
		Hey!  I was out whooping it up
		in the audience!
		
		Apollo:
		(So this was his decisive
		evidence...)
		
		Judge:
		Hmm... Quite decisive, indeed.
		
	Apollo:
	(I know the circumstances
	under which the body was
	found... I was there.)
	
	Trucy:
	An examination of the crime
	scene was enough to nail down
	the killer?
	
	Apollo:
	I'm sure they have a good
	reason.
	
	Apollo:
	(They must have had a good
	reason to arrest Machi...)
	
	Apollo:
	(...And I'm going to find out
	what it was!)
	
Judge:
I believe that's enough of
that.

Apollo:
!

Judge:
The prosecution has a rather
convincing case.

Judge:
The only way in and out of the
crime scene was watched.

Judge:
Making the defendant the only
one who could possibly leave
the scene.

Judge:
Simple, and decisive.

Apollo:
Ugh...

Judge:
I believe we've heard enough
to determine our verdict.

Judge:
Even if I wasn't in a hurry
to make a hospital visit.

Klavier:
I'm sure the Chief Justice
will appreciate the gesture.

Klavier:
Unfortunately, we have no
direct witnesses.

Klavier:
Fortunately, the criminal
left decisive evidence for us.

Klavier:
That will have to be enough.

Apollo:
(Argh!  It can't be over
already!)

Judge:
Very well, I believe this
trial is finished.

Judge:
If the defense has no 
contradicting evidence...?

Klavier:
The prosecution has presented
our proof, clear and plain.

Klavier:
If you have contradicting
evidence...

Klavier:
...it'd better be clear and
plain.

Trucy:
Ack, Apollo!  They've got us
on the ropes already!

Trucy:
We'd better come up with
something quick!

Apollo:
I know!  I know!
(Think!  What can get us out
of this!?)

Apollo:
(We need evidence, or a 
witness, that can prove Machi
is innocent beyond a doubt.)

Apollo:
(Without that... *gulp*)

Judge:
Mr. Justice?

Judge:
Do you have contradicting
proof that can overturn the
prosecution's case?

Judge:
If you do, you'd better tell
us about it now.

Apollo:
(This is it... and so soon!)

Apollo:
(If I mess this one up, it's
all over...!)

Apollo:
The court wants contradicting
proof?


	[ I don't have proof ]
	
	Apollo:
	I... don't have contradicting
	proof, actually.
	
	Judge:
	Too bad.  Very well, this
	court finds the defendant...
	
	*HOLD IT!*
	
	Trucy:
	W-Waaait!
	
	Judge:
	Wh-What for?
	
	Trucy:
	We have, uh, what was it
	called?  Contradictual proof?
	
	Trucy:
	Anyway, whatever it is, we've
	got it!
	
	Judge:
	Is this true?
	
	Trucy:
	Of course it's true!
	Show 'em, Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	What the heck are you talking
	about!?
	
	Trucy:
	Look, we give up now, Machi's
	really done for!
	
	Apollo:
	(She's right... If we give
	up here, we're finished.)
	
	Apollo:
	(I need proof or a witness...
	I must have something...!)
	
	Judge:
	Alright, we'll give you
	another chance, then.
	
	
	[ Present evidence ]
	
	Apollo:
	The defense is prepared to
	show contradicting evidence!
	
	Klavier:
	This should be interesting!
	What sort of evidence?
	
	Judge:
	Yes, what sort of evidence,
	Mr. Justice?
	
	Judge:
	Show us evidence contradicting
	the prosecution's claims!
	
	((Present Anything))
	
	Apollo:
	This evidence does more than
	contradict, it flips the
	whole case on its head!
	
	Judge:
	......
	
	Klavier:
	Thank you for presenting 
	evidence that is both clear
	and plain, as requested.
	
	Judge:
	Yes... Clearly and plainly
	wrong!
	
	Judge:
	I'm afraid the only thing
	flipped on its head here was
	you as a child, Mr. Justice.
	
	Apollo:
	(Ugh... I guess that wasn't
	it.)
	
	Klavier:
	My claim is clear: the only
	person who could have fled the
	scene was the defendant.
	
	Judge:
	And there were no witnesses,
	either.
	
	Klavier:
	I fear the defense's options
	are limited, Mr. Justice.
	
	ApollO:
	(Grr!  There's only one way
	out of this...)
	
	Apollo:
	(Evidence, or a witness, that
	can prove Machi's innocence
	beyond a doubt.)
	
	Judge:
	Let's ask the defense once
	again.
	
	
	[ Call a witness ]
	
	Apollo:
	Prosecutor Gavin, you claim
	that there were no witnesses
	to this crime.
	
	Apollo:
	Are you absolutely sure?
	
	Klavier:
	Absolutely.  I'd swear it on
	my career as a prosecutor...
	
	Klavier:
	And on my million-seller hit
	song "Atroquinine, My Love".
	
	Trucy:
	...There he goes again.
	
	Apollo:
	That's too bad, because
	there was a witness.
	
	Judge:
	Ho ho!  Really now?
	
	Judge:
	But how did you come to
	possess knowledge the
	prosecution clearly does not?
	
	Apollo:
	Because I am the only one in
	the world who knows this.
	
	Apollo:
	(...What's going on?  I just
	talked to him, and now...)
	
	LeTouse:
	......Nnnh......
	
	Apollo:
	...!
	(He... He's alive!)
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. LeTouse!
	Can you hear me!?
	
	LeTouse:
	...Cold... so cold...
	Witness...
	
	Apollo:
	You're cold?  D-Don't worry,
	you're going to be fine!
	Help is on the way!
	
	LeTouse:
	...Can't s...see...
	
	Apollo:
	Hang in there, Mr. LeTouse!
	Tell me, who was the witness?
	
	LeTouse:
	The wi...witness...is
	...si...si...ren...
	
	Judge:
	Whaaat!?
	
	Judge:
	The victim said this before
	he died!?
	
	Klavier:
	Perhaps he did... and perhaps
	he did not.
	
	Apollo:
	What do you mean by that?
	
	Klavier:
	All we know is what Herr
	Forehead says he said.
	
	Klavier:
	It's no testimony, especially
	since it comes from the
	defense attorney himself.
	
	Apollo:
	*OBJECTION!*
	
	Apollo:
	But it's the truth!  He said
	it!
	
	Apollo:
	I even told you about it!
	
	Apollo:
	But apparently, you ignored
	me completely.
	
	Klavier:
	It's my policy to fully
	investigate everything I deem
	relevant.
	
	Klavier:
	Clearly this rookie lawyer
	thinks he can tell me how
	to do my job.
	
	Judge:
	...That's enough!
	
	Judge:
	Mr. Justice, we need clear
	contradictory proof from you.
	
	Judge:
	This witness of yours, unknown
	to the prosecution...
	
	Judge:
	...I hope you're right.
	Failure carries a stiff
	penalty.
	
	Klavier:
	Perhaps...
	A stiffer penalty than
	usual is called for?
	
	Apollo:
	(Urk!  There's no backing
	out now!)
	
	Judge:
	Let's hear the name of your
	witness, Mr. Justice.
	
	
		((Present Wrong))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Judge:
		And you claim that they
		witnessed the murder?
		
		Klavier:
		This is a bit unexpected.
		And you have proof?
		
		Apollo:
		Well, actually...
		(Uh oh.  I can't think of
		anything.)
		
		Judge:
		I know that look, Mr. Justice.
		It's the look of a man who's
		about to be penalized.
		
		Klavier:
		I doubted there was a witness
		in the first place.  No one
		had time!
		
		Klavier:
		They were far too busy rocking
		to our wild sounds!
		
		Trucy:
		My heart was handcuffed to the
		stage, I know that!
		
		Ema:
		I felt nothing.
		
		Klavier:
		...It's sad but true.
		Some people will never
		appreciate true art.
		
		Apollo:
		(Why's he pointing at me!?)
		
		Apollo:
		(Think, how can I get him to
		accept there was a witness?)
		
		Apollo:
		(I need some kind of proof...)
		
		Judge:
		Let's start over, shall we?
		

((Present Lamiroir))
	
Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*
	
Judge:
Lamiroir...?
	
Apollo:
Recall Mr. LeTouse's last
words.
	
LeTouse:
The wi...witness...is
...si...si...ren...
	
Judge:
The siren... Ah ha!
He meant the "Siren"!
	
Apollo:
That's right.  The "Siren of
the Ballad"... Lamiroir!
	
Apollo:
Lamiroir was only on stage for
the second set...
	
Apollo:
...and she had access to the 
backstage area.
	
Apollo:
She could have been a witness!
	
Judge:
I see...
Well, Prosecutor Gavin?
	
Klavier:
My claim still stands.
	
Klavier:
There were no witnesses to this
crime!
	
Judge:
Very well!
	
Judge:
Let's hear it from the
horse's mouth then, shall we?
	
Judge:
We will now take a break
from Detective Ema Skye's
cross-examination.
	
Judge:
...Please show Lamiroir to
the witness stand.
	
Apollo:
(Lamiroir would say nothing
the night of the murder...)
	
Apollo:
(Not today, though.  Today
we'll drag that story out of
her no matter what it is!)
	
Klavier:
......

Klavier:
It is my distinct honor to
welcome the Siren of the
Ballad to our courtroom...

Lamiroir:
You are too kind.

Judge:
Ah, y-you can speak English?

Lamiroir:
Yes... Yes I can.

Lamiroir:
Though I am not very good.
...There is much I do not
know.

Judge:
You speak so well!  Have you
spent time here before?

Lamiroir:
Actually, I do not know how
I came by my knowledge of
your language.

Lamiroir:
Nor where I studied it...

Apollo:
...?

Apollo:
(What does she mean, she
doesn't know...?)

Klavier:
I, too, thought to call her as
a witness.  But I did not.

Klavier:
I had a reason, of course.

Apollo:
What's that?

Klavier:
Lamiroir... suffers from
amnesia.

Judge:
Amnesia...?

Lamiroir:
Lamiroir... is not my true
name.

Lamiroir:
Yet I remember nothing of the
time before I was given it.

Lamiroir:
...Nothing of the time before
I started singing on stage.

Trucy:
Whoa!  She's even more
mysterious than I thought!

Klavier:
As lauded singer Lamiroir,
she lives a good life.

Klavier:
There are little difficulties
for her, thanks to her
success.

Klavier:
Yet... I did not wish to
subject her to unnecessary
stress.

Judge:
Hmm... I see.

Judge:
I care surprisingly little
about people's pasts.

Judge:
You have nothing to fear in
this court, Lamiroir.

Lamiroir:
...Thank you.

Lamiroir:
Yet there is something I do
not understand.

Lamiroir:
I am being called as a
witness?  What might I say?

Lamiroir:
No one will tell me anything
of what happened...

Klavier:
Lamiroir, let me be frank.

Klavier:
I did not want to ask you
up here to testify.

Klavier:
Yet, that young gentleman with
the wide forehead over there
was adamant that you stand.

Lamiroir:
Oh my...

Trucy:
Congratulations, Apollo.
You're the bad guy!

Apollo:
Ugh...

Judge:
Well, now that you're here,
please give us your testimony.

Judge:
...If nothing else, the sound
of your voice is welcome.

Judge:
Tell us what you saw the 
night of the crime!

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- What I Saw --
	
	Lamiroir:
	As for what I saw... I saw
	nothing.
	
	Lamiroir:
	That night, I was invited to
	sing on stage, and this I did.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I did not return backstage
	after the second set.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Then I was led by the police
	to Mr. Gavin's dressing room,
	and told to wait there.
	
	Lamiroir:
	That was where I learned that
	something had happened...
	But I wasn't told the details.
	
Judge:
Hmm... I must say, you sound
wonderful just testifying.

Apollo:
(I hope he was too distracted
to hear what she was actually
saying...)

Klavier:
There you have it.  She saw
nothing that night.

Klavier:
Now we can only pray that the
defense has the sense to admit
defeat.

Klavier:
...And refrain from detaining
her here longer than need be.

Trucy:
Wow, you just got badder,
Apollo!  Way to go!

Apollo:
Grr...

Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice.
Keep it short and sweet!

Apollo:
(Lamiroir wouldn't talk to
me the night of the crime.)

Apollo:
(She must know something, and
I've got to find out what!)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- What I Saw --
	
	Lamiroir:
	As for what I saw... I saw
	nothing.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		But you must have seen
		something!
		
		Apollo:
		Mr. LeTouse named you!
		
		Lamiroir:
		Mr. LeTouse...
		
		Lamiroir:
		...How can I tell you what I
		don't know?
		
		Apollo:
		Lamiroir!  He said you were a
		witness with his dying words!
		
		Lamiroir:
		I do not know what he meant
		to say, but that night...
	
	Lamiroir:
	That night, I was invited to
	sing on stage, and this I did.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		It... It was a great concert.
		
		Lamiroir:
		You heard me sing?  Thank you.
		
		Apollo:
		I was hoping to get an
		autograph later, actually...
		
		Lamiroir:
		Of course.
		
		Judge:
		Mr. Justice!  This is a
		cross-examination!
		You're out of line!
		
		Judge:
		...If anyone deserves an
		autograph here, it's me.
		One on my gavel would be nice.
		
		Klavier:
		Herr Judge.
		
		Judge:
		Wh-What's this?
		
		Klavier:
		It's my autograph.
		Now keep this trial moving.
		
		Judge:
		Wh-What!?
		
		Judge:
		Oh, my grandchild will be
		so happy!
		
		Apollo:
		(Apparently his grandson is
		a big fan...)
		
		Klavier:
		Let us continue, shall we?
		If you would, Lamiroir...
		
		Klavier:
		...Tell us what you did after
		your stellar performance.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I did not return backstage
	after the second set.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You did not return backstage
		once?  Where were you then?
		What were you doing?
		
		Lamiroir:
		I was cleaning up on stage.
		
		Lamiroir:
		There are many things I must
		do for a performance other
		than simply sing.
		
		Apollo:
		And was Machi with you at the
		time?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Unfortunately, I do not know
		where he was...
		
		Apollo:
		(So much for an alibi for
		Machi...)
		
		
			((Present Brooch))
			
			Apollo:
			*OBJECTION!*
			
			Apollo:
			I'm sorry Lamiroir, but I'm
			having trouble believing you.
			
			Lamiroir:
			......
			
			Apollo:
			You remember this brooch,
			do you not?
			
			Klavier:
			Why that's Lamiroir's.  She
			was wearing it for her song.
			
			Apollo:
			...Care to add that to the
			testimony, Prosecutor Gavin?
			
			Klavier:
			Wh-What...?
			
			Apollo:
			This brooch was found after
			the murder took place.
			
			Apollo:
			...At the very scene of the
			crime!
			
			Klavier:
			What...!?
			
			Apollo:
			...Lamiroir.
			
			Apollo:
			How did your brooch get
			backstage if you did not go
			there yourself?
			
			Apollo:
			And, as Prosecutor Gavin has
			just told us...
			
			Apollo:
			...you had been wearing it
			during your performance that
			night!
			
			Lamiroir:
			...!
			
			Judge:
			What is the meaning of this?
			Lamiroir, please explain!
			
			Lamiroir:
			......
			
			Apollo:
			Lamiroir...?
			
			Lamiroir:
			.. .. .. .. .. ..
			[symbols] .. ..
			
			Klavier:
			...She says, "English is
			quite difficult."
			
			Apollo:
			That trick's not going to work
			here!
			
			Lamiroir:
			[symbols] .. ..
			
			Klavier:
			"Your forehead may be large,
			but you are a lawyer, truly."
			
			Klavier:
			"But... you have missed one
			important fact."
			
			Apollo:
			What now?
			
			Lamiroir:
			[symbols] .. ..
			
			Klavier:
			"In fact, at the time of the
			incident..."
			
			Klavier:
			"...I went backstage, but
			only for a moment."
			
			Apollo:
			Wh-Whaat!?
			
			Lamiroir:
			[symbols] .. ..
			[symbols]
			
			Klavier:
			"Think back to the moment
			of the crime."
			
			Klavier:
			"You know whereof I speak."
			
			Apollo:
			(Is she really saying all
			that?)
			
			Trucy:
			What's she talking about,
			Apollo?
			
			Apollo:
			Right when the incident
			occurred...
			
			Apollo:
			Ah!
			
			Apollo:
			(Is she talking about that!?)
			
			Ema:
			Watch this room for me.
			I have to call for backup!
			
			Apollo:
			R-Right, understood.
			
			Apollo:
			You want me to make sure no
			one comes in, right?
			
			Apollo:
			Mr. LeTouse!
			Can you hear me!?
			
			LeTouse:
			...Cold...so cold...
			Witness...
			
			Apollo:
			You're cold?  D-Don't worry,
			you're going to be fine!
			Help is on the way!
			
			LeTouse:
			The wi...witness...is
			...si...si...ren...
			
			Apollo:
			(..."Siren"?  How can a
			siren witness anything...?)
			
			Apollo:
			Yipes!  Ema!?
			(What was that!?)
			
			Apollo:
			Wh-Who's there!?
			
			Ema:
			What's wrong?
			
			Apollo:
			Ema!  Did you see anyone
			just now!?
			
			Ema:
			Huh?  No...
			
			Apollo:
			(I could have sworn I heard
			a door close...)
			
			Lamiroir:
			I... looked into the room.
			
			Lamiroir:
			Just a glance, mind you.
			
			Klavier:
			So this was when your brooch
			dropped?
			
			Klavier:
			That explains that.
			
			Lamiroir:
			It does.  There was no other
			time I could have dropped it.
			
			Apollo:
			But that's ridiculous!  You
			only looked in for an instant,
			but you dropped your brooch?
			
			Klavier:
			...Herr Forehead.
			
			Apollo:
			!
			
			Klavier:
			She has raised a possibility.
			The only thing that can
			counter that... is evidence.
			
			Judge:
			Hmm... So she looked in at
			the crime scene.
			
			Lamiroir:
			Actually, I intended to go
			into the dressing room.
			
			Lamiroir:
			I knew nothing of what had
			happened, of course.
			
			Lamiroir:
			But the moment I opened the
			door, I heard a horrible
			voice.
			
			Klavier:
			Herr Forehead shouting, "Who's
			there!" no doubt.
			
			Klavier:
			A horrible voice indeed...
			
			Apollo:
			Ugh...
			
			Lamiroir:
			I closed the door immediately.
			
			Judge:
			Well, that explains the 
			brooch.
			
			Judge:
			Let's return to your
			testimony.
			
			Apollo:
			(That's too convenient...
			She's hiding something!)
			
			Apollo:
			Lamiroir!  You did look into
			the room though, right?
			
			Lamiroir:
			Y-Yes...
			
			Apollo:
			Testify as to what you saw!
			
			Lamiroir:
			Very well.  Though it was only
			the briefest of glimpses...
			
			((Testimony 3 Changes))
			
	Lamiroir:
	When my performance was
	finished, I went backstage
	for just a moment...
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		What did you see in that
		brief glimpse?
		
		Lamiroir:
		I had only opened the door
		slightly when I heard that
		horrible voice...
		
		Judge:
		...And shut the door.
		
		Klavier:
		I have always wondered, Herr
		Forehead.
		
		Klavier:
		Does that voice of yours lack
		a volume knob?
		
		Apollo:
		(It's my Chords of Steel, man.
		Just back off!)
		
		
			((Perceive Wrong))
			
			Apollo:
			*GOTCHA!*
			
			Apollo:
			You may have seen the world,
			but I've seen your heart.
			
			Apollo:
			You were flustered during
			your testimony just now!
			
			Lamiroir:
			......
			
			Lamiroir:
			I do not understand what it
			is you are saying.
			
			Lamiroir:
			Perhaps this is a joke, in
			your culture?
			
			Trucy:
			She doesn't seem very 
			flustered to me, Apollo.
			
			Apollo:
			(Hmm.  Maybe I got that one
			wrong.)
			
			Apollo:
			(I have to look harder!  I'll
			find that weak spot!)
			
			
			((Perceive Swallowing))
			
			Apollo:
			*GOTCHA!*
			
			Apollo:
			"The late Mr. LeTouse's body",
			you say?
			
			Lamiroir:
			Yes...?
			
			Apollo:
			You know something more about
			Mr. LeTouse's death than you
			are saying.
			
			Lamiroir:
			What...?
			
			Apollo:
			I could see you trying not
			to remember...
			
			Apollo:
			But the effort made you
			swallow!
			
			Apollo:
			...You can't fool my eyes.
			
			Lamiroir:
			!
			
			Lamiroir:
			...It is true.  It was so
			terrible, after all.
			
			Lamiroir:
			Why did Mr. LeTouse have to
			be shot?
			
			Apollo:
			One moment, Lamiroir.
			
			Lamiroir:
			Yes...?
			
			Apollo:
			What was that you just said?
			
			Apollo:
			"Why did Mr. LeTouse have to
			be shot?"
			
			Lamiroir:
			Yes...?
			
			Apollo:
			(She was hiding something,
			I knew it!)
			
			Apollo:
			Lamiroir, I'm afraid you
			haven't realized it, but...
			
			Apollo:
			...your words just now
			contradict your testimony!
			
			Lamiroir:
			Eh?
			How could that be!?
			
			Apollo:
			(...Take this!)
			
			Apollo:
			(Lamiroir contradicted her own
			testimony, and I have the
			evidence to prove it!)
			
			
				((Present Wrong))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Lamiroir:
				If I do not misunderstand the
				meaning of "contradiction"...
				
				Lamiroir:
				...it is you who contradict,
				Mr. Justice.
				
				Apollo:
				Huh?
				
				Lamiroir:
				Your evidence... is
				meaningless.
				
				Apollo:
				(Ack!  Wrong evidence!)
				
				Apollo:
				(Gotta think this over...)
				
				Apollo:
				(What did she say again?)
				
				Apollo:
				("Why did Mr. LeTouse have to
				be shot"?)
				
				Apollo:
				(That's right... That totally
				contradicts her testimony!)
				
				
				((Present Investigation Request))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Apollo:
				Tell me, Lamiroir...
				
				Apollo:
				How did you know he had
				been shot?
				
				Lamiroir:
				Eh.  Well, I...
				
				Apollo:
				Immediately following the
				incident, a gag order was
				placed on the scene.
				
				Apollo:
				This is the document proving
				that.
				
				Apollo:
				In your testimony, you told
				the court...
				
				Apollo:
				"No one told me anything about
				the incident."
				
				Lamiroir:
				Ah...
				
				Apollo:
				Furthermore, you testified
				that you had "seen nothing".
				
				Lamiroir:
				...!
				
				Apollo:
				Yet you knew that Mr. LeTouse
				had been shot!
				
				Apollo:
				How could you have known!?
				
				Lamiroir:
				...!
				
				Lamiroir:
				Yeeeeeeeeeeoooooooowrk!
				
				Judge:
				Lamiroir!
				
				Judge:
				You aren't hiding something
				from this court, I hope!
				
				Lamiroir:
				......
				
				Apollo:
				(That sweet song of hers was
				sounding a little too sweet!)
				
				Lamiroir:
				Ah, now I remember.
				
				Lamiroir:
				Please... allow me to add
				to my testimony.
				
				Klavier:
				...Of course.
				
				Klavier:
				All we want to know... is the
				truth.
				
				Trucy:
				She looks kind of pale, huh?
				
				Apollo:
				She saw something, I know it.
				
				Apollo:
				Even the victim said so!
				
				((Testimony 3 changes))
				
	Lamiroir:
	I saw bullet holes in the
	wall, and knew Mr. LeTouse
	had been shot...
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Only a glimpse, yet you knew
		they were bullet holes?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes.  I recognized them
		immediately.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I have seen bullet holes
		before, you know.
		
		Klavier:
		You have traveled the world
		as a singer...
		
		Klavier:
		You must have sung in places
		far more dangerous than our
		country.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I go wherever my voice is
		needed.  Those places... are
		many, these days.
		
		Trucy:
		That's really cool!
		I hope I get to travel like
		Lamiroir some day.
		
		Klavier:
		I plan on recording my next
		album overseas.
		
		Klavier:
		Their studios have a different
		sound, you know.
		
		Apollo:
		(Hmm.  Maybe I should go on a
		Chords of Steel tour, too.)
	
	Lamiroir:
	Then I was led by the police
	to Mr. Gavin's dressing room,
	and told to wait there.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		With Machi, correct?  How was
		he then?
		
		Lamiroir:
		He seemed as he always does.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Though I believe he was
		shocked by the news of
		Mr. LeTouse's death.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yet... He is not the type
		to show much emotion.
		
		Klavier:
		Yes.  He's given the police no
		end of headaches.
		
		Klavier:
		He answers most questions with
		silence... and those glinting
		frames speak nothing.
		
		Klavier:
		The questioning hasn't gotten
		very far.
		
		Lamiroir:
		We sat there, waiting...
	
	Lamiroir:
	That was where I learned that
	something had happened...
	But I wasn't told the details.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		How was the incident explained
		to you?
		
		Lamiroir:
		I was told nothing in detail.
		Only that Mr. LeTouse died.
		
		Judge:
		Of course, investigations
		require some security.
		
		Lamiroir:
		But Mr. LeTouse was my
		manager!
		
		Lamiroir:
		I wanted to know more.
		I should have been told.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Both Machi and I were beside
		ourselves with concern.
		
		Klavier:
		...Allow me to apologize.  But
		please understand...
		
		Klavier:
		...keeping you in the dark was
		as painful for me as it was
		for you.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, I understand.

	Apollo:
	(Think, what doesn't ring
	true about her testimony?)
	
	Trucy:
	...It's hard to imagine
	Lamiroir lying...
	
	Apollo:
	She might not be lying, but
	she's hiding something...
	
	Apollo:
	(What wouldn't she tell me the
	night of the murder?)
	
((Present Diagram))

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Lamiroir.  They call you the
Siren of the Ballad...

Apollo:
...but lies are hardly
becoming of such a creature.

Judge:
...A put-down worthy of our
prosecutor, Mr. Justice.

Trucy:
...Such put-downs are hardly
becoming of you, Apollo.

Klavier:
...Stop polishing your
forehead and start polishing
your character, ja?

Apollo:
(C'mon, can't I be cool for
once!?)

Apollo:
Observe the diagram!

Apollo:
Lamiroir, you looked in from
the door for just a moment.

Apollo:
Correct?

Lamiroir:
Y-Yes, that is so.

Apollo:
There were bullet holes in
the room, yes.

Apollo:
But they were in the wall
the door is on!

Lamiroir:
Eh...

Apollo:
You see?

Apollo:
Assuming you merely glanced
into the room...

Apollo:
...you couldn't have seen
those bullet holes!

Lamiroir:
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooowrk!

Judge:
......
Lamiroir.

Lamiroir:
...Yes.

Judge:
I'm afraid the defense has
raised a good point.

Judge:
It appears you have been
holding back something.

Lamiroir:
...And I must tell you?

Lamiroir:
I must tell you what it is
that I saw?

Judge:
Yes.

Judge:
The happenings in this trial
are being recorded.

Judge:
And I'm certain it will be
on the news in Borginia.

Judge:
You understand your reputation
is at stake.  It falls to you
to avoid tarnishing it.

Klavier:
Personally speaking...

Klavier:
I still believe that
cross-examining her will
yield us absolutely nothing.

Apollo:
But she knew how Mr. LeTouse
died!

Apollo:
And he named her as a witness!

Apollo:
You must have seen something,
Lamiroir!

Judge:
...Very well.

Judge:
Lamiroir... Please continue
your testimony.

Lamiroir:
...
Very well, I shall.

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- What I Saw 2 --
	
	Lamiroir:
	I was on my way from the
	stage to the backstage exit.
	
	Lamiroir:
	There was something like a
	little window there... That's
	how I saw it.
	
	Lamiroir:
	There were two shots...
	I couldn't do anything to
	stop it.
	
	Lamiroir:
	But it wasn't Machi!
	
	Lamiroir:
	It was a grown person!
	...I know it was!
	
Judge:
So you did witness the
crime!

Judge:
And the killer was... a
grown person, you say?

Klavier:
Ach.  This is my first time
hearing this, I assure you.

Klavier:
Nice play, Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
......

Judge:
Very well, Herr... er,
Mr. Justice.  You may begin
your cross-examination!

Trucy:
Great going, Apollo!
You were right about Lamiroir.

Trucy:
...What's wrong?  You don't
look too happy.

Apollo:
(This whole thing smells
fishy... That's what's
wrong.)

Trucy:
...?

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- What I Saw 2 --
	
	Lamiroir:
	I was on my way from the
	stage to the backstage exit.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		So you were heading toward
		the dressing room?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes.
		
		Apollo:
		(So this is a little before
		she opened the dressing room
		door and dropped her brooch.)
		
		Apollo:
		(...About the same time Ema
		and I heard those shots.)
		
		Lamiroir:
		I was on my way back...
	
	Lamiroir:
	There was something like a
	little window there... That's
	how I saw it.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		Um, what exactly is something
		like a little window?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, well...
		
		Lamiroir:
		"Window" is the best word I
		know in English.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I think this is how it is
		said, yes.
		
		Klavier:
		You need not worry, Lamiroir.
		Your choice of words is
		impeccable.
		
		Klavier:
		There is a small window in
		the dressing room in question.
		
		Klavier:
		Perhaps the defense remembers
		this detail?
		
		Apollo:
		(That little window on the
		wall...)
		
		Lamiroir:
		I, er, saw the crime from
		there.
	
	Lamiroir:
	There were two shots...
	I couldn't do anything to
	stop it.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You are certain you heard
		two shots fired?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, quite certain.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I was on my way to the
		backstage exit.
		
		Lamiroir:
		This was when I heard a faint
		sound... like a gunshot.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Wondering what it had been,
		I peered through the window.
		
		Lamiroir:
		That is when I heard the
		second gunshot, much closer.
		
		Apollo:
		(And there were two bullet
		holes at the scene... no
		contradictions so far.)
		
		Lamiroir:
		...It all happened on the
		other side of that window.
		
		Lamiroir:
		There was nothing I could do.
	
	Lamiroir:
	But it wasn't Machi!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		It wasn't Machi who shot...
		Are you sure?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, quite certain.
		
		Klavier:
		Ah ha ha...
		
		Klavier:
		It amuses me that you would
		question her testimony.
		
		Klavier:
		It is testimony in your favor!
		Isn't it my job to object?
		
		Trucy:
		Yeah, Apollo, what were you
		thinking!?
		
		Apollo:
		Trucy... Let's just listen
		to what Lamiroir has to say.
		
		Apollo:
		Can you tell me how you were
		so sure?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, of course.
		You see...
	
	Lamiroir:
	It was a grown person!
	...I know it was!
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		A "grown person"... That's a
		little vague.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I am sorry.
		
		Lamiroir:
		My skill with your language
		is... lacking, I know.
		
		Judge:
		Certainly you could at least
		see whether the shooter was
		male or female?
		
		Lamiroir:
		......
		
		Lamiroir:
		It was a man.  A young man.
		
		Judge:
		And you're sure of that?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, his voice was quite
		clear.
		
		Apollo:
		Voice...?
		
		Judge:
		Hmm...
		
		Judge:
		Looking at this diagram, it
		seems the dressing room was
		quite cluttered.
		
		Judge:
		It does seem likely that you
		wouldn't have had a clear
		view of the shooter.
		
		Lamiroir:
		As a singer, I rely more on my
		ears than my eyes.
		
		Lamiroir:
		When I hear a voice, I do not
		forget it.
		
		Lamiroir:
		That voice... was the voice of
		a man.
		
		Klavier:
		So you heard a voice.  But
		wait...
		
		Klavier:
		...Couldn't that have been
		the victim, Mr. LeTouse?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Absolutely not.  Did I not just
		say that I do not forget a
		voice?
		
		Lamiroir:
		If it was Mr. LeTouse who
		spoke, I would have known.
		
		Judge:
		Hmm... Indeed.
		
		Judge:
		So you were at the window, and
		you heard the shooter's voice,
		the voice of a young man.
		
		Trucy:
		Apollo!  This is a good
		testimony!
		
		Trucy:
		That proves it wasn't Machi!
		
		Apollo:
		......
		
		Judge:
		Indeed...
		
		Judge:
		If this turns out to be true,
		it would cast this case in a
		considerably different light.
		
		Judge:
		What is the defense's opinion
		of this testimony...?
		
		
			[ It's pretty good ]
			
			Apollo:
			...Well, I'd have to say
			it's pretty good.  Vital, even.
			
			Apollo:
			This shows that the shooter
			wasn't Machi...
			
			Klavier:
			Hah!
			
			Apollo:
			...!
			
			Klavier:
			Surely you can't be serious,
			Herr Forehead.
			
			Apollo:
			Wh-Why not!?
			
			
			[ It's contradictory ]
			
			Apollo:
			Though it pains me to say
			this...
			
			Apollo:
			...There's something about 
			Lamiroir's testimony that
			rings false.
			
			Lamiroir:
			...!
			
			Klavier:
			Heh.  Bravo, Herr Forehead.
			
			Klavier:
			You're colder than I thought.
			
			Apollo:
			(I'm sure you remember what
			the problem is as well as I
			do, Gavin.)
			
			Apollo:
			As has been established...
			
			Apollo:
			No grown man could pass
			through that air vent.
			
			Apollo:
			He couldn't have fled the
			scene of the crime.
			
			Lamiroir:
			......
			
			Trucy:
			B-But that means Lamiroir
			has to be lying!
			
			Apollo:
			I know, and I know it's bad
			for our case, but I can't
			shut my eyes to this.
			
			Apollo:
			(Believe me, the idea was
			tempting...)
			
			Klavier:
			It is as Herr Forehead says.
			
			Klavier:
			Yet, this is not the only
			contradiction within her
			testimony.
			
			Apollo:
			Wh-What next!?
			(What's he talking about?)
			

	Trucy:
	You can't ask for a better
	testimony than that!
	
	Apollo:
	I'm not so sure it's all
	that simple, Trucy.
	
	Apollo:
	(There's a critical flaw in
	this testimony...)
	
	Apollo:
	(And I have to point it out,
	even if it isn't good for
	our case...)
	
((Pressed 5))

Klavier:
Lamiroir.
			
Klavier:
I understand why you would
want to protect Machi.
			
Klavier:
Yet remember, you are the
Siren of the Ballad...
			
Klavier:
...And lies do not become such
a creature.
			
Judge:
What does the prosecution
mean!?
			
Trucy:
Apollo!  What's he talking
about!?
			
Apollo:
(How come no one bats an
eye when he says stuff like
that?)
			
Klavier:
I recall the state of the
crime scene quite well.
			
Apollo:
The state of the room...?
			
Klavier:
Yes, and when the murder took
place...
			
Klavier:
...that window was closed.
			
Klavier:
I find it hard to believe you
could hear a voice through it.
			
Lamiroir:
What!?  B-But I...
I'm sure...
			
Klavier:
...Lamiroir.
			
Klavier:
I have nothing but the highest
regard for your musical sense.
			
Klavier:
...But my opinion of you as a
witness is somewhat lesser.
			
Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*
			
Apollo:
B-But she's the only
eye-witness we have!
			
Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*
			
Klavier:
So you say.
			
Klavier:
And the victim named her,
the "Siren" as the witness?
			
Apollo:
Th-That's right!  That's what
Mr. LeTouse...
			
Klavier:
We heard your claim.  We even
entertained the possibility.
And it brought us to this.
			
Klavier:
Herr Judge!
			
Judge:
Yes?
			
Klavier:
The prosecution requests that
the witness... be excused.
			
Klavier:
Please.
			
Judge:
Hmm...
			
Judge:
I'm afraid I must honor
the prosecution's request.
			
Judge:
There is indeed a question
of the witness's credibility.
			
Apollo:
B-But if Lamiroir can't
testify...
			
Trucy:
Then we don't have a chance 
of proving Machi's innocence.

Judge:
This cross-examination is
over!
...Prosecutor Gavin.

Judge:
You may continue making your
case.

Klavier:
...Danke.
Now where were we?

Klavier:
Ah yes, I would like to hear
from Fräulein Detective again.

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Wait!  Let me hear Lamiroir's
testimony one last time...

Judge:
But the cross-examination is
already over.

Judge:
Until such a time as a need
arises...

Judge:
...this witness may leave
the stand.

Lamiroir:
......

Lamiroir:
I'm sorry I could not be of
more assistance.

Klavier:
......

Klavier:
At last, back to the real
trial.

Klavier:
Ready, Herr Forehead?

Apollo:
(Grr... I hope I didn't just
miss my only chance.)

Klavier:
Fräulein Detective, how far
had we gotten until we were so
rudely interrupted?

Ema:
Don't ask me!

Klavier:
I dislike saying the same
thing twice.

Klavier:
And I never repeat a song
for an encore.

Judge:
...If you would, Ms. Skye.

Ema:
...Hmph.

Ema:
I believe I was saying that
the only way Mr. LeTouse's
killer could have escaped...

Ema:
...was through that air vent
on the ceiling.

Judge:
Ah, yes, there was only one
door in the room.

Judge:
And a witness, you, was
standing in front of it.

Ema:
That air vent isn't very
big, see.

Ema:
Kind of limits the people who
could possibly get through.

Judge:
I certainly would have a
difficult time.

Ema:
You sure would.  Not that you
would have been there in the
first place, though.

Ema:
Remember, the whole backstage
area was off-limits to people
not involved with the concert.

Ema:
The only one who meets the
conditions for our killer...
is the defendant.

Klavier:
...A virtuoso performance!
I couldn't have put it better
myself.

Judge:
Hmm.  She does state a clear
case.

Judge:
Though, reading the report,
something caught my eye.

Klavier:
Oh?  What's that?

Judge:
The circumstances of the
defendant's arrest.

Apollo:
The circumstances...?
(Again...?)

Trucy:
Hey, that's right, Apollo!

Trucy:
Remember when we found Machi?
That was bizarre!

Apollo:
(She's right...)

Apollo:
(Why did Mr. LeTouse's body
disappear from the room...)

Apollo:
(...and end up on top of that
stage tower?)

Apollo:
(...Holding a guitar, no
less.)

Klavier:
...A perceptive observation,
Herr Judge.

Judge:
Ah, er, thanks!  It was kind
of an accident, really.

Judge:
But you work in this job
long enough...

Judge:
...you get a nose for things.
Eh he he.

Trucy:
The judge sure seems pleased
with himself!

Klavier:
Very good, Fräulein Detective.
Perhaps you can tie it all
together for us.

Klavier:
Why was the body moved?

Klavier:
And how does that lead us
to the killer!?

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- The Missing Body --
	
	Ema:
	I believe Machi stole the
	body because of some lyrics.
	
	Ema:
	He moved the body to match
	Lamiroir's song.
	
	Ema:
	No one in this country had
	a motive to kill the victim.
	
	Ema:
	And, Machi practically left
	his signature at the scene.
	
	Ema:
	All of the evidence clearly
	points to the defendant.
	
Apollo:
Lamiroir's... song?

Klavier:
Yes...
"The Guitar's Serenade".

Klavier:
You noticed its "code" too,
did you not?

Apollo:
Its "code"...?

Klavier:
All the events that day
followed the lyrics to
our song.

Klavier:
First, the keys my "heart"
held on to so tightly were
stolen.

Apollo:
Then Prosecutor Gavin's guitar
burst into flames on stage.

Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse's life was
taken by a bullet...

Klavier:
The rest hardly needs
explanation...

Klavier:
"Guitar, Guitar...
Up together to the sky."

Judge:
Th-That's mad!

Jduge:
It's like a story out of
some fairy tale!

Apollo:
(I admit, I'd forgotten about
the song...)

Apollo:
(But there it is now, waiting
for me... the grand finale,
as it were.)

Trucy:
Hey!  You know I was the one
who first noticed that!

Judge:
I've heard of jumping rope
to songs, and counting to
songs...

Judge:
...But killing!?

Klavier:
It's a wild world out there,
Herr Judge.

Judge:
Very well!

Judge:
We've heard one song and
dance, let's get on to the
next: the cross-examination!

Apollo:
(I'm not so sure I'm going to
be doing much singing...)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- The Missing Body --
	
	Ema:
	I believe Machi stole the
	body because of some lyrics.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Who would steal a body just
		to match some lyrics!?
		
		Ema:
		I didn't believe it myself.
		But it can't just be a 
		coincidence.
		
		Klavier:
		It is as Fräulein Detective
		says.
		
		Klavier:
		Let us begin with the first
		verse.  If you would, Fräulein
		Detective.
		
		Ema:
		What?  You want me to sing it?
		
		Klavier:
		You are the witness, ja?
		Or did you want me to sing?
		
		Klavier:
		I warn you, my fee as vocalist
		is not trivial.
		
		Ema:
		Fine, fine!
		Er, ahem.
		
		Ema:
		Let's look at the first
		part of the lyrics, shall we?
		
		Ema:
		"When you stole away the keys
		my heart held on to so tight."
		
		Klavier:
		Indeed, my favorite
		heart-shaped key ring
		was stolen that morning.
		
		Ema:
		Next, we go to the right page
		of the lyrics sheet.
		
		Ema:
		Where we find...
		"Burning on in my heart.  Fire.
		Burn my love away.  All away."
		
		Ema:
		As we know, Prosecutor Gavin's
		guitar burst into flame.
		
		Ema:
		"Like a bullet of love.  Fire.
		Take my life away.  All away."
		
		Ema:
		Mr. LeTouse's life was taken
		by a bullet.
		
		Klavier:
		Bravo, Fräulein Detective.
		Your singing... it's not bad.
		
		Klavier:
		No, for the finale!
		
		Klavier:
		"Guitar, Guitar...
		Up together to the sky."
		
		Klavier:
		As it says in the lyrics,
		Mr. LeTouse...
		
		Klavier:
		...was found with a guitar,
		high in the "sky" over the
		stage.
		
		Klavier:
		No series of coincidences
		could be so well conceived!
		
		Ema:
		He's right.
		...Scientifically speaking.
		
		Apollo:
		(What would Wocky have said?
		..."That concert was wack.")
		
		Trucy:
		It's hard to argue when she
		pours her heart into it like
		that.
		
		Ema:
		Ah, er, ahem!  Anyway, the
		shooter...
	
	Ema:
	He moved the body to match
	Lamiroir's song.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		Does the prosecution have any
		idea why he'd do all this?
		
		Ema:
		You want my scientific 
		opinion?  "No clue."
		
		Ema:
		But, he clearly had a reason
		to go through all that
		trouble.  Some deep reason.
		
		Apollo:
		A deep reason?
		
		Klavier:
		Not only did he steal my
		keys, he torched my guitar!
		
		Klavier:
		...Unforgivable acts even if
		he had a reason... and worse
		if he had none!
		
		Ema:
		The diva's complaints aside,
		I can't imagine someone doing
		this on "just a whim".
		
		Klavier:
		Fräulein Detective!  I take
		offense at that description...
		
		Judge:
		Indeed, it does seem too well
		rehearsed, shall we say.
		
		Ema:
		Yes.  This crime was planned
		for sure.
	
	Ema:
	No one in this country had
	a motive to kill the victim.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*	
		
		Apollo:
		But... Mr. LeTouse spoke
		English!
		
		Apollo:
		He may have come to this
		country before!
		
		Ema:
		I looked into that, I assure
		you.
		
		Apollo:
		Oh.
		
		Ema:
		...It was his first time in
		the country, it seems.
		
		Ema:
		Apparently, he learned English
		on his own.
		
		Apollo:
		(Great...)
		
		Klavier:
		You see?
		
		Klavier:
		No one here had a motive to
		kill him, and certainly not in
		such an elaborate fashion.
		
		Judge:
		Hmm... It does seem difficult
		to imagine.
		
		Ema:
		Unless our famous prosecutor
		did it as a publicity stunt.
		
		Klavier:
		Wh-What did you say!?
		
		Judge:
		Prosecutor Gavin!  You did this
		to promote your song!?
		
		Klavier:
		......
		
		Klavier:
		Of course not, and I am quite
		dismayed by the ludicrous
		nature of her claim.
		
		Klavier:
		Why would I need promotion?
		Everyone already listens to
		my music.
		
		Trucy:
		They're even in my textbook
		at school.
		
		Apollo:
		(And I'd never heard of them.
		What does that say about me?)
		
		Ema:
		I was just kidding!  Don't get
		all worked up, glimmer-boy.
	
	Ema:
	And, Machi practically left
	his signature at the scene.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		What do you mean by his
		"signature"?
		
		Ema:
		The bullet holes in the wall,
		of course.
		
		Apollo:
		The bullet holes...?
		
		Ema:
		The revolver was fired twice.
		
		Ema:
		One shot missed, and left a
		hole in the wall.
		
		Judge:
		And that means what, exactly?
		
		Ema:
		That dressing room isn't
		exactly spacious.
		
		Ema:
		Picture the shooter facing
		off with the victim in there.
		
		Ema:
		They can't have been more than
		five feet apart.
		
		Ema:
		It would be difficult, almost
		impossible to miss at that
		range.
		
		Judge:
		Difficult to miss, you say?
		
		Ema:
		Very.
		
		Ema:
		Assuming the shooter could
		properly aim.
		
		Apollo:
		No!  Y-You can't be serious...
		
		Trucy:
		Machi!  He can't see...
		
		Trucy:
		...That's why he missed?
		
		Ema:
		It's the only explanation that
		makes sense.
		
		Ema:
		He used sound and other senses
		to fire the gun...
		
		Ema:
		...poorly.
		
		Klavier:
		That reminds me, the monitor
		in that room was blaring at
		the time, ja?
		
		Klavier:
		Hardly ideal conditions for
		tracking by sound.
		
		Judge:
		A blind shooter...
		
		Judge:
		No wonder he missed!
		
		Apollo:
		(I knew those bullet holes
		would come back to haunt me.)
		
		Apollo:
		(Think Justice, what do I do
		now!?)
		
		
			[ Sit back and watch ]
			
			Apollo:
			(He couldn't see, so the first
			shot missed...)
			
			Apollo:
			(...As explanations go, it's
			airtight.)
			
			Judge:
			Hmm... It appears the shooter
			did leave his signature.
			
			Judge:
			I'm afraid this is looking
			bad for our young defendant.
			
			Judge:
			The witness may continue with
			her testimony.
			
			Ema:
			You got it.
			
			
			[ Raise an objection ]
			
			Apollo:
			Sure, there were bullet holes
			left in the wall...
			
			Apollo:
			...but that doesn't prove the
			shooter couldn't see!
			
			Klavier:
			Oh?  How so?
			
			Apollo:
			Well, there could have been
			a struggle with the victim.
			
			Judge:
			Hmm, that's certainly
			possible.
			
			Apollo:
			And... it might have been the
			revolver's fault.
			
			Judge:
			The revolver...?
			
			Apollo:
			The revolver was a very large
			caliber, correct?
			
			Judge:
			If the shooter wasn't used to
			firing such a large weapon...
			
			Judge:
			Why, it could dislocate their
			shoulder.
			
			Apollo:
			...Exactly.
			
			Apollo:
			The defendant, Machi Tobaye,
			is, as you can see, tiny.
			
			Apollo:
			It's not so hard to picture
			him firing the gun and
			missing entirely!
			
			Apollo:
			The kickback alone would
			throw off his aim.
			
			Judge:
			......
			
			Klavier:
			......
			
			Ema:
			......
			
			Judge:
			A convincing argument, to be
			sure.
			
			Apollo:
			(Ha ha!  Take that, smug
			prosecution!)
			
			Trucy:
			Um, Apollo?
			
			Apollo:
			Huh?  What?
			
			Trucy:
			That bit about Machi being
			tiny...
			
			Trucy:
			...and the gun throwing off
			his aim?
			
			Trucy:
			Um, aren't you kind of, um...
			
			Trucy:
			...admitting that he did it?
			
			Apollo:
			......Oh.
			
			Klavier:
			It does not matter why he
			missed.
			
			Klavier:
			What matters is that the
			shooter was, without a doubt,
			the defendant.
			
			Klavier:
			Even the defense seems to
			agree on that point.
			
			Apollo:
			Yurk!
			Uhh...
			
			Apollo:
			(Cripes!  I really put my foot
			in it this time!)
			
			Klavier:
			But, let's get the facts of
			the matter on the record.
			
			Klavier:
			If you would, Fräulein
			Detective.
			
			Judge:
			Very well.  The witness will
			add this to her testimony.
			
			Ema:
			Right.

	Ema:
	From the state of the crime
	scene, I conclude the shooter
	was blind.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You can't say he was blind
		just because of those bullet
		holes in the wall!
		
		Apollo:
		I think I've proven that!
		
		Ema:
		...I wouldn't call it "proof",
		per se.
		
		Apollo:
		Huh?
		
		Klavier:
		You've merely raised a
		"possibility".
		
		Apollo:
		...!
		
		Klavier:
		Fräulein Detective has made
		a most logical conjecture
		based upon the evidence.
		
		Klavier:
		Of course, there is more
		evidence than just bullet
		holes.
		
		Klavier:
		The defendant was the only one
		who could have escaped through
		the air vent.
		
		Apollo:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Apollo:
		But wait!  If he was blind...
		
		Apollo:
		...how would he know about the
		air vent in the first place?
		
		Klavier:
		...Ah, a very good point.
		Well, Fräulein Detective?
		If you would care to explain?
		
		Apollo:
		(He certainly seems sure of
		himself...)
		
		Ema:
		Recall the crime scene,
		if you would.
		
		Ema:
		There was a stepladder below
		the air vent.
		
		Ema:
		As it happens, maintenance
		was scheduled for that day.
		
		Ema:
		Custodial staff went around
		checking all the air vents.
		
		Apollo:
		I don't believe it.
		
		Ema:
		Everyone backstage was told
		about the maintenance.
		
		Ema:
		...Including Machi Tobaye.
		
		Ema:
		He would have known that there
		would be a way out at the top
		of that stepladder.
		
		Apollo:
		But that's... Why is this the
		first time I'm hearing about
		this!?
		
		Klavier:
		You could have figured it out
		for yourself.
		
		Klavier:
		You only needed to consider
		what that stepladder was
		doing there.
		
		Judge:
		...Looks like the defense's
		objection has been squished
		by a stepladder.
		
		Klavier:
		Well, Herr Forehead?
		
		Klavier:
		Out of ammunition, perhaps?
		
		Apollo:
		(I've never seen Prosecutor
		Gavin so... so aggressive!)
		
		Apollo:
		(Maybe he's caught the scent
		of blood...)
		
		Trucy:
		Apollo!  Don't you have
		something?  Anything?
		
		Trucy:
		You know what we need...
		
		Trucy:
		We need something to prove
		the killer could see!
		
		Trucy:
		That'll put him in his place!
		
		Klavier:
		......
		
		Apollo:
		(Proving the shooter was
		sighted would do it.)
		
		Apollo:
		(That would take down one of
		their central points...)
		
		Apollo:
		(Do I have any evidence that
		can prove that though...?)
		
		
			[ No such luck ]
			
			Apollo:
			(I can't think of anything
			that proves the shooter
			could see!)
			
			Klavier:
			Your face does not exactly
			project... confidence.
			
			Ema:
			Maybe you should just accept
			it and move on?
			
			Trucy:
			Apollo!  Grow a backbone!
			
			Judge:
			Very well.  The witness may
			continue her testimony.
			
			Apollo:
			(I couldn't even get a word
			in edgewise...)
			
			
			[ I've got just the thing! ]
			
			Apollo:
			Fine... I accept the
			prosecution's challenge.
			
			Klavier:
			As I knew you would, Herr
			Forehead.
			
			Apollo:
			(What exactly am I up against
			here...?)
			
			Apollo:
			(The prosecution is saying
			the shooter missed because
			he or she couldn't see...)
			
			Apollo:
			(Therefore, Machi, who's
			blind, did it.)
			
			Judge:
			The defense will please
			present their evidence.
			
			Judge:
			...Evidence that overturns the
			prosecution's claim that the
			shooter couldn't see!
			
			
				((Present Wrong))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Judge:
				......
				
				Judge:
				I'm not sure that overturns
				anything, Mr. Justice.
				
				Apollo:
				(Ugh.  Wrong evidence, I'm
				guessing...)
				
				Klavier:
				Apparently both love... and
				Justice are blind.
				
				Apollo:
				(I have to think!  There must
				be something... anything!)
			
			
				((Present Crime Photo))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Apollo:
				This is that evidence!
				
				((continued from this line
				as if crime photo directly
				presented during testimony))
				
	
	Ema:
	All of the evidence clearly
	points to the defendant.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		But, but you can't say that
		for sure!
		
		Ema:
		Please, none of those
		non-scientific objections.
		They're bad for my complexion.
		
		Apollo:
		What's so scientific about
		a murder to lyrics!?
		
		Ema:
		Lyrics can be explained
		scientifically!
		
		Ema:
		...Never underestimate the
		power of science!
		
		Apollo:
		(Put that bottle of finger-
		printing powder down before
		you hurt someone, like me!)
		
		Apollo:
		OK, then explain it!
		Scientifically!
		
		Ema:
		......
		
		Ema:
		I require more data.
		
		Apollo:
		(Hah!  Likely story...)

	Trucy:
	This doesn't look so good,
	does it, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	No, it doesn't.
	
	Trucy:
	......
	What do we do!?
	
	Apollo:
	(First, we don't panic.)
	
	Apollo:
	(Even though Machi's case is
	leaking water by the gallon.)
	
	Apollo:
	(Gavin's on a roll, and it's
	up to me to stop him!)
	

((Present Crime Photo))

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
The prosecution holds that the
"shooter couldn't see".

Ema:
A scientific conclusion based
on a thorough examination of
the crime scene, yes.

Apollo:
Apparently not thorough
enough.

Apollo:
I have a certain piece of
evidence that completely
overturns your claim!

Ema:
Wh-What!?

Klavier:
......

Judge:
The photograph of the crime
scene...?
				
Apollo:
(I don't care much for the 
smirk on Prosecutor Gavin's
face...)
				
Apollo:
(But this is no time to think
twice... Time to press on!)
				
Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor, the crime
scene.
				
Apollo:
There is something in here
that decisively contradicts
the prosecution's point!
				
Klavier:
Then perhaps you'd best show
us this "something".
				
Klavier:
Get your finger out of the
breeze and put it to good
use, ja?
				
Judge:
Very well, show us what you're
talking about, Mr. Justice!
				
Judge:
The contradiction at the
scene of the crime is...
				
				
	((Present Wrong))
					
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
					
	Apollo:
	Look!  The contradiction's
	right there!  Plain as day!
					
	Judge:
	......
					
	Judge:
	Your finger has a force of
	weight...
					
	Judge:
	...that I'm afraid your 
	argument lacks, Mr. Justice.
	I see nothing!
					
	Apollo:
	(Ugh... What a time to mess
	up.)
					
	Klavier:
	I believe all he has added
	to our understanding of this
	photo... is his fingerprint.
					
	Klavier:
	I would hope you could refrain
	from soiling the evidence,
	Herr Forehead.
					
	Judge:
	Perhaps Mr. Justice would care
	to try again?
	

((Present Smeared Blood))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
The contradiction is right
here!

Ema:
The smeared blood stains...!

Judge:
Hmm... I thought it was just
my blurry vision.

Judge:
But it really was blurry!

Judge:
The way the victim's hand
is raised above his head...

Judge:
...Much like a gesture I have
seen many times in this court.

Ema:
It's almost as if he wrote
something...?

Trucy:
Ah ha!  I get it!  At least,
I think I get it!

Klavier:
Get what, Fräulein?

Trucy:
When Mr. LeTouse was shot,
he tried to write something!

Trucy:
And what would he write but
the shooter's name?

Trucy:
And what would he write it in
but his own blood?
Pretty good, huh?

Apollo:
(Thanks for making my point
for me...)

Apollo:
Yes, in fact, that's what I
think happened here.

Judge:
Hmm... That does seem to be
a distinct possibility.

Ema:
The victim wrote the killer's
name...

Ema:
...It's certainly a logical
conclusion.

Trucy:
Drat!  I just wish it wasn't
all rubbed out like that.

Judge:
Of course it's rubbed out.
Why, if I were a killer...

Judge:
...I certainly wouldn't want
to leave my own name behind!

Klavier:
Neither would I.

Ema:
......

Klavier:
......

Judge:
......

Apollo:
Um... No one has anything else
to say?

Judge:
...About what?

Apollo:
So the prosecution accepts
this?

Apollo:
You agree this was the victim
making an attempt to record
the name of the killer?

Apollo:
...And that the killer tried
to rub the name out?

Ema:
What's your point?

Apollo:
What's my point!?

Apollo:
Let me ask you this:

Apollo:
How did the killer know the
victim was writing their name?

Ema:
Well, Mr. LeTouse was writing
something in blood.  Once the
killer saw what it was...

Ema:
...Wait.

Judge:
Once he "saw" what it was...?

Apollo:
But what did you just testify
about the shooter?

Ema:
I said... they were blind.

Ema:
Ack!!!

Apollo:
Yet the crime scene itself
contradicts that!

Apollo:
The killer had to have been
able to see!

Apollo:
Why would they rub out the
name in blood otherwise?

Ema:
Ah... ahh...

Apollo:
May I remind the court that
the defendant, Machi Tobaye,
is blind!

Apollo:
He couldn't have been the
shooter!

Ema:
Urk...
Immmmmmposssssibbleee!

Judge:
Order!  Order!  Order!!!
P-Prosecutor Gavin!

Judge:
Please explain to me what
all this means!?

Klavier:
......

Judge:
I mean, looking at this
photo...

Judge:
It seems quite clear that the
shooter could see!

Judge:
Yet, up until now...

Klavier:
...It seems I owe the court
an apology.

Judge:
Hmm!?

Klavier:
The Gavinners are a band with
law enforcement ties, yet a 
murder occurred...

Klavier:
...during our concert!
Apparently, this caused some
confusion over jurisdiction.

Klavier:
As a result, some reports
were not filed in an entirely
timely manner.

Apollo:
(I... I'm not sure I like
the vibe I'm getting here.)

Trucy:
Hey Apollo, look at him.

Trucy:
Why is Prosecutor Gavin all
relaxed and smiling like that?

Trucy:
Like he knows something we
don't... and he's about to
tell us.

Klavier:
Heh heh heh.
I've got an idea...

Klavier:
Let's rock!

Klavier:
...With these documents.
But before that.

Klavier:
I have a question for the
Fräulein Detective.

Klavier:
If I may?

Ema:
Wh-What?

Klavier:
Tell me...

Klavier:
Why do you think that
Machi Tobaye is blind?

Ema:
Huh...?

Apollo:
Wh-What did he say?

Ema:
What are you saying?

Ema:
Of course he's blind!

Klavier:
Of course...?

Ema:
H-He's the blind pianist,
right?

Ema:
So... So he's...

Ema:
Doesn't Lamiroir lead him
around by the hand all the
time?

Apollo:
(No way...)

Klavier:
I have a report here on the
defendant, Machi Tobaye.

Klavier:
According to this, Machi
Tobaye...

Klavier:
...can see perfectly well.

----------------------------
Machi Tobaye
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Defendant in this case.
Concealed the fact that
he could actually see.
----------------------------

Ema:
What...?

Klavier:
His blindness was merely a
publicity ploy by those
clever Borginians.

Klavier:
He can see quite well.

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
B-But you said...

Klavier:
...What did I say, exactly?

Apollo:
!

Klavier:
Herr Forehead, not once in
the course of this trial...

Klavier:
...have I claimed the
defendant was blind.

Klavier:
The only one who did was
Fräulein Detective.

Apollo:
Bu-But that's...

Klavier:
...A significant fact, yes!
Consider: Machi Tobaye sees.

Klavier:
And he was the only one who
could have fled through the
air vent.

Klavier:
I see no problems with this.

Ema:
But what about the bullet
holes in the wall?

Klavier:
Yes, the bullet holes.

Klavier:
I believe Herr Forehead neatly
explained those for us.

Klavier:
He didn't miss because he
couldn't see.

Klavier:
It was the kickback from the
45-caliber revolver.

Klavier:
A simple accident, in other
words.

Apollo:
Ack...!

Klavier:
How's that?

Klavier:
I'm afraid your "objection"
has just flown off for
brighter skies...

Apollo:
Urk...

Klavier:
This is where the real fun
begins, Herr Forehead!

Apollo:
Yeeeeeaaaaaarrrrrrrggh!

Klavier:
I knew you didn't have what
it took.

Ema:
You... You jerk!

Ema:
Just what was I in here for?
Comic relief!?

Trucy:
Yeah!  Apologize!

Klavier:
Ah ha ha.
Oh, sorry!

Trucy:
That's no way to apologize!

Apollo:
(He's angered the Trucy now.
Look out...)

Judge:
Ahem.  If we can please end the
bickering.  Now.

Ema:
Whatever!  I'm not leaving!

Ema:
I can't leave like this.

Ema:
I'll come up with some clue
to solving this case if it
kills me!

Judge:
But your testimony has already
given us enough to convict the
defendant...

Apollo:
(Ugh, don't say that...)

Ema:
Ah!  Ah ha!

Apollo:
"Ah ha" what?

Ema:
This blood stain...

Ema:
The criminal tried to wipe
it off, right?

Apollo:
That seems to be what
happened, yes.

Ema:
We might be able to find out
what was really written here!

Apollo:
...!
Really...?  You can do that?

Ema:
That's right, with this!

Ema;
It's called Luminol!

Ema:
Maybe you know of it?  It's a
chemical that reacts to blood.

Klavier:
Ah yes, have we done those
tests yet...?

Ema:
Hah!  As if I'm going to tell
you!

Klavier:
The blood stains covered a
section of the carpet.

Klavier:
In order to perform blood
tests, that section was
removed and submitted.

Klavier:
Perhaps we should request
it here in court now.

Ema:
Right!  Go for it, Apollo!

Apollo:
Huh?  I have to do the test?

Ema:
You just have to spray the
luminol on it!  Simple!

Apollo:
(A chemical that reacts to
blood... I've heard of this
somewhere.)

Judge:
...Yes, I believe an analysis
is called for.  Have at it!

Ema:
Right, ready?
It's easy as pie!

Ema:
Just touch the screen to 
spray an area.

Ema:
Here!
Give it a try!

Apollo:
(...The eyes of the entire
court are focused on me!)

Trucy:
Apollo!  Your hand's shaking!

Apollo:
(Ugh...
Grrrah!
Let's do this!)

Apollo:
(Wow... it really works!)

Trucy:
This must be... this must be
the power of science!

Ema:
It says...
"IPXX314206"...

Ema:
...Is that the killer's name?

Judge:
Hmm.  Maybe it is... if the
killer was a robot!

Klavier:
Ah hah!  I have it!

Apollo:
...So what is it?

Klavier:
I thought those letters "IPXX"
looked familiar.

Klavier:
This is an Interpol ID number.

Ema:
I-Interpol?  You mean the
international police agency?

Klavier:
Yes.  Most are undercover
agents working to solve
international crimes.

Klavier:
But why would he write
that number...?

Apollo:
Why would Mr. LeTouse even
know a number like that!?

Klavier:
Good show, Fräulein Detective.
Rock on.

Ema:
Eh?

Klavier:
Your Honor!  We can verify
this number immediately.

Klavier:
...Daryan, are you there?
Come up to the witness stand!

Klavier:
Daryan... you heard what we
need.

Klavier:
Go check into this Interpol
ID number.

Daryan:
Sure thing.  Gimme 30 minutes.
No... Gimme 27.

Judge:
Hmm...

Judge:
I'm not sure what to think
of all this.

Judge:
The prosecution's case is
airtight, or so it seems.

Judge:
Yet if this number is really
that of an Interpol agent...

Ema:
Oh, wait, I know...

Ema:
What if Machi Tobaye's really
an undercover Interpol agent?

Klavier:
That would be a possibility.

Judge:
A possibility, yes.

Judge:
And one that would mark him
as the killer for certain.

Apollo:
(Why did LeTouse know an
Interpol ID number...?)

Apollo:
(That's what I want to know.)

Klavier:
Well, we have some time while
we await Daryan's report.

Klavier:
Let's work on unraveling
another mystery, shall we?

Klavier:
A curious mystery concerning
Machi Tobaye.

Apollo:
...What are you talking about?

Klavier:
Fräulein Detective, please
accept my apologies.

Klavier:
I received word that the
defendant could, in fact, see,
just before the trial began.

Klavier:
It seemed too much of a bother
to tell you.

Ema:
...You had me until that last
bit.

Klavier:
Does this not raise a rather
straightforward question?

Ema:
Well, sure...

Ema:
Why did Machi pretend he
couldn't see?

Klavier:
Exactly... It makes little
sense.

Klavier:
What do you think, Herr
Forehead?

Apollo:
Huh?  Me?

Klavier:
Machi Tobaye pretended he
was blind...

Klavier:
...Do you know why?

Ema:
How could he know!?

Trucy:
Wait... Prosecutor Gavin
knows why, doesn't he...

Apollo:
(He's known from the start of
the trial.  He's been leading
us on the whole time!)

Klavier:
Hmm?  Something wrong?

Klavier:
Do you think, perhaps, this is
all some kind of game?

Klavier:
Know that the moment I heard
that report...

Klavier:
...I knew why.

Judge:
Hmm...

Judge:
I suppose people who have sold
over a million records really
are something else.

Apollo:
(What does that have to do
with anything!?)

Klavier:
There was a reason why Machi
Tobaye pretended to be blind.

Klavier:
But it wasn't for his own
sake.
...Getting the picture now?

Apollo:
It wasn't for himself...!?

Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?

Judge:
Can you present evidence that
shows us why the defendant
had to feign blindness?


	[ I haven't a clue ]
	
	Apollo:
	......
	(I have no idea!)
	
	Klavier:
	Ah ha ha ha.  Herr Forehead,
	I'm disappointed in you.
	
	Klavier:
	Unless you're merely
	"feigning" stupidity?  Ja?
	
	Apollo:
	(Keep it up wise guy...)
	
	Klavier:
	Recall the relationship of
	Lamiroir and Machi Tobaye.
	
	Klavier:
	In particular, their
	arrangement over the years
	before visiting our country.
	
	Ema:
	Lamiroir and her pianist...
	
	Ema:
	They would always walk 
	together, she leading him
	by the hand.
	
	Ema:
	Even when they got on stage,
	she would lead him to the
	piano.
	
	Ema:
	She would walk all the way
	over there with him!
	
	Klavier:
	That's right.  Because he was
	"blind".  Or so we thought...
	
	Klavier:
	She led him at all times.
	All times.
	
	Judge:
	All times... Hmm.
	
	Klavier:
	Yet we now know that Machi
	could see perfectly well.
	
	Klavier:
	Why keep up the charade?
	
	Judge:
	Well, wasn't it part of their,
	er, performance?
	
	Klavier:
	There is a simpler
	explanation, Herr Judge.
	
	Klavier:
	Machi did not need to be
	led by the hand at all.
	
	Klavier:
	Which means...
	
	Apollo:
	Aaaaah!
	You don't mean---!?
	
	Klavier:
	I do.
	It was the other way around!
	
	Klavier:
	The one who needed to be
	led by the hand...
	
	Klavier:
	...was Lamiroir!
	
	Judge:
	Wh-What's this...?
	
	Judge:
	S-So you mean to say that
	Lamiroir is... she's...
	
	Klavier:
	Blind as a bat, Herr Judge.
	
	Ema:
	Wha...
	Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
	
	Judge:
	Order!  Order!  Order!!!
	
	Judge:
	This is crazy, Prosecutor
	Gavin!
	
	
	[ Show evidence ]
	
	Apollo:
	(Machi had no reason to
	pretend he couldn't see...)
	
	Apollo:
	(Which means... No.
	It couldn't be!)
	
	Klavier:
	...Good show, Herr Forehead.
	
	Klavier:
	It seems you've thought of
	something.
	
	Apollo:
	(Grr... Why can't I figure
	these things out on my own?)
	
	Apollo:
	(I hate having to take my
	cues from this guy.)
	
	Apollo:
	...Very well.
	Look at this.
	
	Apollo:
	This is why he was pretending
	he couldn't see!
	
	
		((Present Wrong))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Judge:
		What... is that supposed to
		mean?
		
		Judge:
		I don't see how it relates
		to the defendant's vision
		or lack thereof.
		
		Apollo:
		Well, see, it...
		(...is the wrong piece of
		evidence.)
		
		Judge:
		I do see how your lack of an
		answer relates to this
		penalty, however!
		
		((continue from "I haven't a clue"))
		
		
		((Present Postcard))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Judge:
		That is... Lamiroir?
		
		Apollo:
		Lamiroir and Machi Tobaye.
		
		Apollo:
		Recall their relationship.
		
		Apollo:
		In particular, their unique
		arrangement over the years
		before visiting our country.
		
		Ema:
		Lamiroir and her pianist...
		
		Ema:
		They would always walk 
		together, she leading him
		by the hand.
	
		Ema:
		Even when they got on stage,
		she would lead him to the
		piano.
	
		Ema:
		She would walk all the way
		over there with him!
		
		Apollo:
		That's right.  Because he was
		"blind".
		
		Apollo:
		She led him at all times,
		never letting him go.
		
		Judge:
		All times... Hmm.
		
		Apollo:
		Yet, we have just learned
		something that makes their
		arrangement peculiar indeed.
		
		Apollo:
		Machi could see!
		
		Apollo:
		Why did they have to keep
		up this act the whole time?
		
		Judge:
		Well, wasn't it part of their,
		er, performance?
		
		Apollo:
		I think there's a simpler
		explanation.
		
		Apollo:
		Machi did not need to be
		led by the hand at all.
		
		Apollo:
		That can only mean one thing.
		
		Ema:
		Ah!  Aaaaaaaaaa...
		Really!?
		
		Apollo:
		Really.  It was all the other
		way around.
		
		Apollo:
		The one who needed to be
		led by the hand...
		
		Apollo:
		...was Lamiroir!
		
		Judge:
		Wh-What's this...?
		
		Judge:
		S-So you mean to say that
		Lamiroir is... she's...
		
		Apollo:
		Yes, Your Honor.
		Lamiroir is blind.
		
		Ema:
		Wha...
		Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
	
		Judge:
		Order!  Order!  Order!!!
	
		Judge:
		This is crazy, Prosecutor
		Gavin!
		
		Klavier:
		Is it now?
		
		Judge:
		Please... Please shed some
		sanity on this madness!
		
		Judge:
		The defense has made an
		outrageous claim...
		
		Klavier:
		The only thing outrageous I
		see about the defense is
		his vast forehead...
		
		Klavier:
		...Yet I see it is not vast
		in vain.  This time.
		
		Klavier:
		He's quite correct.
		
		Judge:
		B-But that makes no sense!
		
		
Ema:
Yeah!  Wasn't she supposed to
be the "landscape painter in
sound" or something?

----------------------------
Lamiroir
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Famed singer from Borginia.
Hid the fact that she is
blind.
----------------------------

Klavier:
Well, since we have her
here...

Ema:
!

Klavier:
...Why not ask Lamiroir
herself?

Klavier:
I believe she is still in
the witness waiting room.

Trucy:
A-Apollo, what does this
mean for our case!?

Apollo:
Don't ask me!  I had no idea
she couldn't see...

Apollo:
I hadn't even imagined it
until now!

Judge:
Bailiff!  Bring in Lamiroir!

Klavier:
...Lamiroir.

Klavier:
It pains me deeply to call
you before us again in this
way.

Klavier:
And yet I must.

Lamiroir:
Please, do not be concerned
on my behalf.

Apollo:
(Those eyes... She really
can't see?  Really?)

Lamiroir:
......
It is true.

Apollo:
...!

Lamiroir:
How funny it is that a tiny
lie born in the Borginian
countryside...

Lamiroir:
...would one day grow to
entangle the entire world.

Judge:
So... so you are...!?

Lamiroir:
Yes.  As I mentioned before...

Lamiroir:
...I have no memory of the
time before I became Lamiroir.

Lamiroir:
Know too that my memories
begin in darkness.

Lamiroir:
The word "light" has no
meaning for Lamiroir.

Judge:
I see...

Klavier:
You may recall me saying
something toward the beginning
of this trial, Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
...?
What's that?

Klavier:
I believe I said it was
unfortunate this crime had
no "direct" witnesses.

Apollo:
Ah...

Klavier:
Now, Lamiroir, I must ask
you to stand once more.

Klavier:
Will you testify to the
court about your eyes?

Lamiroir:
Of course.

Lamiroir:
It was never my intent to
deceive any of you.

Lamiroir:
May I begin, Your Honor?

Judge:
Uh, yes, yes of course...

Judge:
Though I admit, I'm a little
lost here.

Apollo:
I think we're all a bit
lost here, Your Honor.

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- Lamiroir's Eyes --
	
	Lamiroir:
	I have no memory of the
	"light".
	
	Lamiroir:
	I debuted in a world of
	darkness and sound...
	
	Lamiroir:
	My producer came up with my
	PR line before he knew this.
	
	Lamiroir:
	So, silly as it may sound,
	I had to pretend I could see.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Everyone on my staff knew, of
	course, but no others.
	
Judge:
But... this is a murder
trial!

Lamiroir:
I apologize.  It was part of
my contract, you see.

Lamiroir:
I was to keep my blindness a
secret, no matter what.

Lamiroir:
Music is everything for me.
I never imagined something
like this would...

Klavier:
She told us the truth in the
beginning.

Klavier:
When she said she "saw
nothing".

Judge:
Very well.  Does the defense
have anything to add?

Apollo:
......
I'd like to cross-examine.

Trucy:
But, what is there left to
ask!?

Apolo:
There was one thing in her
testimony that bothered me.

Klavier:
Perhaps it is best we let
you get it out of your system.

Klavier:
Someday you'll come to
understand...

Klavier:
...the importance of thinking
for yourself.

Judge:
Very well.  The defense may
proceed.

Judge:
However...

Judge:
Be aware this court will not
tolerate any questions deemed
too stressful to the witness.

Apollo:
...OK.
(There was only one part that
bothered me...)

Apollo:
(Just let me ask about that
and I'll be happy.)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- Lamiroir's Eyes --
	
	Lamiroir:
	I have no memory of the
	"light".
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		So, you don't know why you
		went blind?
		
		Lamiroir:
		...I do not.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I may have been born this way,
		in fact.
		
		Klavier:
		...It's fruitless to attempt
		to pry into her past.
		
		Klavier:
		And, I might add, it's a 
		delicate subject.
		
		Judge:
		I'm not sure we can reasonably
		expect Mr. Justice to do
		anything delicately.
		
		Apollo:
		(Hey!  Why I oughta... take
		a deep breath and calm down.)
		
		Lamiroir:
		What I am now is all that
		I have.
		
		Lamiroir:
		It is enough, I think.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I debuted in a world of
	darkness and sound...

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Weren't you nervous to hit
		the stage in your condition?
		
		Lamiroir:
		No, not at all, surprisingly.
		
		Lamiroir:
		It felt natural, singing in
		front of everyone.
		
		Judge:
		It's not something just
		anyone can do.
		
		Klavier:
		She has talent, that much is
		quite clear.
		
		Klavier:
		You might even say she is
		beloved by the gods of music.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Even without light, I live
		perfectly happy in my
		world of sound.
		
		Lamiroir:
		If that is a talent, as you
		say, then I thank the gods
		responsible.
		
		Apollo:
		What about your PR motto?
	
	Lamiroir:
	My producer came up with my
	PR line before he knew this.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Perhaps your music reminded
		him of the Borginian scenery?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Ah ha ha.  No, it was quite
		the opposite.
		
		Apollo:
		The opposite?
		
		Lamiroir:
		According to my producer...
		
		Lamiroir:
		...my music has a certain
		"global" quality.
		
		Judge:
		Global?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Multicultural, if you will.
		Hard to pin to one region.
		
		Lamiroir:
		When people listen to it, they
		picture the country closest
		to their hearts.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Which is why my music has
		reached so many.
		
		Trucy:
		What a lovely story!
		
		Klavier:
		It sounds like this producer
		might have known what he was
		doing after all.
		
		Lamiroir:
		My songs are nothing more than
		a white canvas.
		
		Lamiroir:
		To me, the real landscape
		painter [sic] are the listeners.
		
		Lamiroir:
		When I think of that, I do
		not mind how I am represented
		to the world so much.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yet, one thing quickly led
		to another...
	
	Lamiroir:
	So, silly as it may sound,
	I had to pretend I could see.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Was that to protect your
		image as the "landscape
		painter in sound"?
		
		Lamiroir:
		That does not matter so much
		to me, really.
		
		Lamiroir:
		But the label is quite
		concerned about it, I think.
		
		Trucy:
		A landscape painter who can't
		see... that's like a pianist
		who can't play, huh.
		
		Apollo:
		I'm not sure you can compare
		your father to Lamiroir.
		
		Lamiroir:
		The world of commercial music
		is filled with these little
		white lies.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Nothing is sacred when it
		comes to publicity...
	
	Lamiroir:
	Everyone on my staff knew, of
	course, but no others.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		When you say your staff, do
		you include Mr. LeTouse?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Of course.  He was my manager.
		
		Apollo:
		(So he knew... and that's
		what's been bugging me!)
		
		Judge:
		Something the matter,
		Mr. Justice?
		
		Klavier:
		I believe I know what is
		bothering our young defense
		attorney.
		
		Klavier:
		...You are thinking of when
		you discovered the body, yes?
		
		Apollo:
		...!
		
		Trucy:
		Is he right, Apollo?
		
		Apollo:
		...Yes, I was.
		
		LeTouse:
		......Nnnh......
		
		Apollo:
		...!
		(He... He's alive!)
		
		Apollo:
		Mr. LeTouse!
		Can you hear me!?
		
		LeTouse:
		...Cold... so cold...
		Witness...
		
		Apollo:
		You're cold?  D-Don't worry,
		you're going to be fine!
		Help is on the way!
		
		LeTouse:
		...Can't s...see...
		
		Apollo:
		Hang in there, Mr. LeTouse!
		Tell me, who was the witness?
		
		LeTouse:
		The wi...witness...is
		...si...si...ren...
		
		Apollo:
		Mr. LeTouse told me to ask the
		witness, and he named you.
		
		Lamiroir:
		...!
		
		Apollo:
		Why would he do that?
		
		Apollo:
		He knew you were blind!
		
		Lamiroir:
		I... I don't know...
		
		Klavier:
		Tsk, tsk.
		
		Apollo:
		...!
		
		Klavier:
		What did I just say?
		
		Klavier:
		You need to learn to think
		for yourself.
		
		Apollo:
		Meaning what...?
		
		Klavier:
		There is no mystery here if
		you recall everything he said.
		
		Klavier:
		Think of his last words once
		more.
		
		Judge:
		"The witness... siren"?
		
		Judge:
		We've heard them many times.
		Along with a little
		play-acting by our defense.
		
		Klavier:
		I remember them well myself,
		but that statement is not to
		what I refer.
		
		Klavier:
		I mean what he said before
		that.
		
		Apollo:
		...Before?
		(What came before that...?)
		
		Apollo:
		Ack!
		
		Klavier:
		...That's right.  He tried to
		tell you.
		
		Klavier:
		When he said "can't see" he
		wasn't talking about himself.
		
		Klavier:
		He was talking about the
		witness!
		
		Judge:
		I see!
		
		Klavier:
		Too bad the defense did not.
		
		Klavier:
		Well, Herr Forehead?
		
		Klavier:
		Try relaxing and "looking" at
		the facts first next time.
		
		Apollo:
		...Urk!
	
	Apollo:
	(I suppose that's her
	confession, of sorts.)
	
	Apollo:
	(There's just one part that
	bothers me...)
	
	Apollo:
	(...And I'm going to get to
	the bottom of it.)
	
((Pressed 5))

Judge:
Order!  Order!
		
Klavier:
Recall Lamiroir's earlier
testimony...

Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the
stage to the backstage exit.

Lamiroir:
There were two shots...
I couldn't do anything to
stop it.

Judge:
But she couldn't have heard
those gunshots!

Judge:
I thought we proved that...

Klavier;
That is not the most important
point here.

Judge:
Hmm?

Klavier:
The moment he was shot,
Mr. LeTouse "witnessed" her
through that window.

Klavier:
...Why else would he have
named her as the witness?

Apollo:
Ah...

Lamiroir:
But I really did hear them!

Lamiroir:
Two gunshots... and the
man's voice!

Klavier:
Unfortunately, such a thing
was impossible.  The window
was closed.

Klavier:
We have already run a 
simulation, of course.

Lamiroir:
But it was so clear... If I
heard that voice again, I
would know it in an instant...

Judge:
Hmm...

Bailiff:
...Your Honor!

Judge:
What is it, Bailiff?  Can't you
see we're in session here!?

Bailiff:
We have the results back
from the investigation!

Judge:
The investigation...?

Klavier:
Ah, the Interpol number that
Mr. LeTouse left us.

Judge:
...!

Judge:
Well let's hear it!

Judge:
...We will continue this
cross-examination afterward.

Judge:
Detective Crescend!  Your
report please!

Daryan:
I asked Interpol about that
number.

Daryan:
I'm sure you'll find their
answer intriguing.

Klavier:
...Quick work as always,
Daryan.

Judge:
Well, tell us about the
number!

Judge:
Is the defendant a secret
agent!?

Daryan:
"IPXX314206"...

Daryan:
The agent registered under
that number...

Daryan:
...was Romein LeTouse.

----------------------------
LeTouse
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Victim in this case, actually
an undercover Interpol agent.
----------------------------

Klavier:
What...?

Daryan:
Our undercover Interpol agent
was Mr. LeTouse himself!

Daryan:
He was apparently in the
middle of an operation.

Apollo:
So, when he wrote those
letters...

Daryan:
...He was trying to tell us
his own identity.

Daryan:
And a cautious killer tried
to wipe them away.

Trucy:
Mr. LeTouse was an undercover
Interpol agent...

Trucy:
So him being Lamiroir's
manager...

Apollo:
...Was just a cover,
most likely.

Daryan:
There's one other important
detail I found.

Klavier:
Well, out with it.

Daryan:
It concerns that 45-caliber
revolver, the murder weapon.

Daryan:
Apparently, it belonged to
Romein LeTouse.

Daryan:
He had an Interpol permit to
carry firearms.

Daryan:
...And the registration number
on the revolver matched.

----------------------------
Revolver
Type: Weapons
Retrieved from
Lamiroir's Dressing Room.
The murder weapon.  A deadly,
high-caliber revolver belonging
to Mr. LeTouse.
----------------------------

Klavier:
So the victim was killed with
his own weapon, which makes
sense.

Klavier:
It's hard to imagine someone
who wasn't an Interpol agent
with such a large revolver.

Apollo:
(So the victim was an Interpol
agent on an undercover op...)

Apollo:
(I wonder how that ties into
everything.)

Trucy:
It's got to tie in somehow,
you'd think.

Apollo:
Yeah, somehow...

Judge:
Thanks for looking into that
for us, Detective Crescend.
It's a great help.

Daryan:
Oh, no problem at all,
Your Honor.

Daryan:
...I'll be heading out...

*HOLD IT!*

Lamiroir:
Wait!

Judge:
La-Lamiroir!  Is something the
matter?

Lamiroir:
That voice just now...

Klavier:
Daryan?

Lamiroir:
Mr. Daryan, is it...?

Lamiroir:
............
It was him.  I am sure of it.

Judge:
It was "him"?

Klavier:
Y-You aren't saying--!?

Lamiroir:
That voice I heard, talking
to Mr. LeTouse... when I heard
the gunshots fired.

Lamiroir:
It was him!  It was
Mr. Daryan!

Klavier:
Is this some kind of a joke!?

Apollo:
Whaaaaaat!?

Daryan:
...No way...

Apollo:
(The courtroom fell into such
a chaotic state, the trial had
to be suspended temporarily.)

Apollo:
(I'd never seen that
happen before.)

Apollo:
(Of course, it's not every day
that you get an accusation
like that one.)

Apollo:
(Lamiroir, fingering Daryan
Crescend.  Not only is he a
guitarist, he's a detective!)

Apollo:
(Could it really have been his
voice Lamiroir heard?)

Apollo:
(Things were changing fast,
and frankly, I wasn't sure I
could keep up with it.)

Trucy:
Hey!
No wimping out now, Apollo!

			To be continued.

				
============================
Episode 3
Turnabout Serenade
Day 2: Investigation    -30202-
============================
				
---
July 9, 2:12 PM
Wright Anything Agency
---

Trucy:
Hey, hey, Apollo!

Apollo:
What?

Trucy:
Um, well, you know...
...Um, actually, nothing.

Trucy:
I mean, something.
...Or maybe not.

Apollo:
Out with it.  The suspense is
giving me an ulcer.

Trucy:
Well, you know, the trial
today?  I was thinking...

Trucy:
If you gave it a score, what
score would you give it?

Apollo:
Score?  Um, gee...

Apollo:
I guess I would... um,
or maybe... well...

Apollo:
...Bah.  I'm just as bad as
you.

Trucy:
See?  It's so... so vague!

Apollo:
Clearly.

Apollo:
Machi avoided a guilty
verdict, which is something.

Apollo:
Though I can't say I'm any
less confused about the case.

Daryan:
I asked Interpol about that
number.

Daryan:
I'm sure you'll find their
answer intriguing.

Daryan:
"IPXX314206"...

Daryan:
The agent registered under
that number...

Daryan:
...was Romein LeTouse.

Apollo:
And the victim, Mr. LeTouse...

Apollo:
Who would have guessed he
was actually an undercover
Interpol agent!?

Apollo:
...What a mess.

Apollo:
And we don't have any idea
what he was investigating.

Trucy:
Well, true, but we know
who shot him now!

Trucy:
Lamiroir told the whole
court!

Lamiroir:
Wait!

Lamiroir:
That voice just now...

Lamiroir:
..........
It was him.  I am sure of it.

Lamiroir:
That voice I heard, talking
to Mr. LeTouse... when I heard
the gunshots fired.

Lamiroir:
It was him!  It was
Mr. Daryan!

Trucy:
It's another mystery, Apollo!
I love mysteries.

Apollo:
I don't.

Apollo:
Speaking of mysteries, what's
Mr. Wright up to?  I wouldn't
mind asking his opinion.

Trucy:
Now that you mention it, I
haven't seen Daddy around.

Apollo:
What, is he some kind of stray
that just wanders in and out
at will?

Trucy:
I wouldn't say that, but he
has been going out a lot.

Trucy:
Some "top secret mission", he
said.

Apollo:
Top secret...?

Trucy:
Anyway, you can't just rely
on him to save the day!

Trucy:
And you've got me to help you.
We'll be fine!

Apollo:
Fine... right.

Apollo:
Well, time's a-wasting, as
they say.  Let's investigate.

Trucy:
That's the spirit!


	=Examine Teapot=
	
	Trucy:
	Well, how about some tea?
	Here you go!
	
	Apollo:
	Um, thanks.  That's nice.
	
	Apollo:
	...But this is not the time to
	be drinking tea!
	
	Trucy:
	That's right, we have to
	get investigating!
	
	Trucy:
	Ack, that was a close call!
	We almost relaxed!
	
	
	=Examine Plant=
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. Charley, the potted plant.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  His leaves are looking
	a little... brown.
	
	Trucy:
	Good morning, Mr. Charley!
	
	Trucy:
	Ack!  M-Mr. Charley!  Your leaves!
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe you weren't giving him
	enough water?
	
	Trucy:
	No, no, it must be stress.
	He's worried about the new
	recruit at the office.
	
	Apollo:
	Hey, don't blame it on me!
	You are watering him, right?
	
	Trucy:
	It was Daddy's turn to water
	him this week...
	
	Trucy:
	Ack!
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. Wright has been away on 
	his "top secret mission", no?
	
	Trucy:
	I'm sorry Mr. Charley, this
	is all my fault.  I'll water
	you soon, promise!
	
	
	=Examine Bookshelf=
	
	Apollo:
	There are several books of
	magic mixed in with the legal
	books on the shelves.
	
	Apollo:
	I dusted them recently.
	Nothing like the gleam of
	clean books!
	
	
	=Examine Split Box=
	
	Apollo:
	A strange, split box leers
	at me from the wall.
	
	Apollo:
	No matter how many times I
	see that there, it still
	strikes me as... odd.
	
	Trucy:
	Really?
	
	Trucy:
	I guess I've gotten used to
	it, after growing up with it
	always around the house.
	
	Apollo:
	What kind of a home did you
	grow up in!?
	
	Trucy:
	I'd hide in there when we
	played hide 'n' seek!
	
	Trucy:
	You just get in, slide the
	sections around, and you're
	impossible to find!
	
	Apollo:
	I bet you would be...
	
	
	=Examine Top Hat=
	
	Apollo:
	That's one of those hats you
	pull things out of, right?
	
	Trucy:
	Of course!  My hat's like a
	little universe!  Bigger on the
	inside than on the outside!
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm... That reminds me of a
	sci-fi show I used to watch.
	
	Trucy:
	Incidentally, my pocket is a
	little universe, too!  And
	my panties, and...
	
	Apollo:
	I get the idea.
	
	
	=Examine Portrait=
	
	Apollo:
	A faded photograph showing one
	of Trucy's favorite magicians.
	
	Apollo:
	She talks to it daily for
	good luck, I hear.
	
	Trucy:
	Ack!  I almost forgot!
	
	Trucy:
	Umm... I hope I become a
	famous Grand Magician!
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, and I hope Apollo becomes
	an Ace Attorney!
	
	Trucy:
	...There!  All done.
	
	Apollo:
	(I suppose if you're going to
	talk to inanimate objects,
	a photo isn't so bad.)
	
	
	=Examine Shelf=
	
	Apollo:
	How is your magic act coming
	along?
	
	Trucy:
	Well, I've been working on
	my "cups & balls" routine.
	
	Apollo:
	Is that the one where the ball
	moves from under one cup to
	the other?
	
	Trucy:
	That's right!  The very same!
	Here, watch...
	
	Trucy:
	First, I put one of the cups
	over the ball... then I snap
	my fingers!
	
	Trucy:
	Ta da!  The ball's under the
	other cup!
	
	Apollo:
	...It's not there.
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Trucy:
	...Watch me pull something
	out of my magic panties!
	
	Apollo:
	Nice try.
	
	Trucy:
	Guess I know what I'll be
	doing tonight.
	
	Trucy:
	Practicing!  You can be my
	audience, Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	(*sigh*)
	
	
	=Examine Spaghetti=
	
	Apollo:
	I've seen some restaurants
	that set out real food to
	show what's on the menu.
	
	Trucy:
	I have, too!  But I noticed
	something strange...
	
	Trucy:
	One time, there was a sandwich
	without any lettuce!
	
	Trucy:
	Like it had disappeared...
	by magic!
	
	Apolo:
	...I'm sure someone just 
	swiped the lettuce and ate it.
	
	Trucy:
	Wait, that sandwich...
	You didn't...!
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo, you shouldn't eat
	sample food, no matter how
	hungry you are!
	
	Apollo:
	Just how hard up do you think
	I am!?
	
	
	=Examine Hula Hoop=
	
	Apollo:
	You know, that ring kind of
	gets in the way.
	
	Apollo:
	Our client the other day
	tripped on it and fell on
	the floor.
	
	Trucy:
	...Sending my ring rolling out 
	the door!  You know how long it
	took me to find it?
	
	Apollo:
	You know how long it took to
	calm down the client?
	
	Apollo:
	And in the end, they walked
	out without hiring us.
	Could you clean up a bit?
	
	Trucy:
	But don't you think the props
	give the office a festive,
	fun-filled mood?
	
	Apollo:
	I'm not sure law offices have
	to be festive and fun-filled.
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo!  This is the "Wright
	Anything Agency"!
	
	Trucy:
	As CEO, I want an office that
	says we know how to have fun!
	
	Apollo:
	(I guess it is her office...
	isn't it?)
	
	
	=Present Badge=
	
	Trucy:
	That again?  You sure like
	your attorney's badge.
	
	Trucy:
	Still, I'm afraid our clients
	are getting tired of it...
	
	Apollo:
	...Well I'm not.  So there.
	
	
	=Present Other=
	
	Trucy:
	I'm not sure about that,
	sorry.
	
	Trucy:
	I was ripping up the dance
	floor at the time of the
	shooting, after all.
	
	
	=Talk -> Daryan did it=
	
	Apollo:
	Lamiroir dropped a bomb in
	court today...
	
	Apollo:
	"It was Daryan"...
	
	Trucy:
	Lamiroir said she's never
	forgotten a voice, right?
	
	Trucy:
	That's so cool!
	
	Apollo:
	Um, I guess.
	
	Trucy:
	What's that called again?
	
	Trucy:
	Um... Elephant ears...?
	I bet that's what they're
	called...
	
	Apollo:
	...Somehow I don't think that
	means what you think it means.
	
	Apollo:
	...And she has to be wrong,
	this time.
	
	Trucy:
	Wrong?  Why?
	
	Apollo:
	I mean, look...
	
	Apollo:
	Those gunshots were right
	during the concert!
	
	Trucy:
	That's right!  I was burning
	up the dance floor at the
	time.
	
	Apollo:
	Right... Did you happen to
	look up on stage?
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe... at Daryan, even?
	
	Trucy:
	You bet I did!
	
	Trucy:
	He is one of the Gavinners's
	guitarists after all!  He's so
	cool!
	
	Trucy:
	...Oh.
	
	Apollo:
	Right.
	
	Apollo:
	All the Gavinners have a 
	rock-solid alibi.
	
	Apollo:
	He couldn't have shot
	Mr. LeTouse backstage.
	
	Trucy:
	But... Lamiroir heard him,
	didn't she?
	
	Trucy:
	She heard Daryan backstage...
	Right...?
	
	Apolo:
	(Somebody's either wrong, or
	lying very badly here...)
	
	
	=Talk -> Agent LeTouse=
	
	Apollo:
	An Interpol agent... hmm.
	
	Trucy:
	I was wondering, what is
	"Interpol" anyway?
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?  Interpol?
	
	Apollo:
	They're the guys who catch
	international criminals.
	
	Trucy:
	Why can't they just call them
	"International Police" instead
	of making up some silly name?
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah...
	...Anyway, you think he was
	investigating Lamiroir?
	
	Trucy:
	Whaaaa--!?
	Why would anyone do that?
	
	Trucy:
	She's not a criminal!  She
	couldn't be!
	
	Apollo:
	Don't be fooled by appearances
	is all I'm saying.
	
	Trucy:
	But remember I'm a magician,
	Apollo!  I can spot a palmed
	coin at fifty paces!
	
	Apollo:
	If only it were that easy.
	
	Apollo:
	...In any case, we know he
	was working on something.
	
	Trucy:
	I wonder if it was something
	that has something to do with
	something.
	
	Trucy:
	That something being our case.
	The last something, I mean.
	
	Apollo:
	Something like that.
	
	Apollo:
	...Frankly, the whole thing
	is making my head hurt.
	
	Apollo:
	(What was Mr. LeTouse up to?)
	
	
???:
Ahhh ha ha ha ha haa!

Apollo:
......

Trucy:
......

Apollo:
Um, Trucy?  Was that another
one of your tricks?

Trucy:
It wasn't me!

Trucy:
I can't even make Mr. Hat
laugh like that!

???:
...Wherever the mundane gives
way to miracles, a word is
whispered... Gramarye!

Trucy:
Hey!  The other day...

Trucy:
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Apollo:
Who's there!?

Trucy:
We... didn't just imagine
that, did we?

Apollo:
He was wearing a silk hat.
...Friend of yours?

Trucy:
Hardly!

???:
We meet again!

Apollo:
Ah, um, nice to meet you.
Who... are you?

Apollo:
(And could you please stop
smirking like that?)

Trucy:
Ah.  Ahhhhhhh!  It's you!!!
Uncle Valant!

Apollo:
Uncle Valant...?
He's your uncle!?

Trucy:
No, silly!

Trucy:
It's the Great Gramarye,
Valant Gramarye!

Trucy:
The Grand Magician!

Valant:
Yes, it is I, the Great
Valant Gramarye.
As seen on television.

Apollo:
(And could you please stop
smirking like that?)

----------------------------
Valant Gramarye
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Famous magician, often on TV.
Fond of exaggeration.
----------------------------

Valant:
It's been a while, Miss Trucy.
Seven years to be exact!

Valant:
My, how you've grown!

Trucy:
Good to see you again, Uncle
Valant!

Trucy:
You... look exactly the same!

Apollo:
Um, I hate to intrude, but...

Apollo:
What is a Great Magician doing
paying us a visit?

Valant:
I believe it was you who
wished to see me?

Valant:
So, be quick with your
questions!

Valant:
And do not quail, quake, or
quiver.  I am quite tame.

Valant:
Though my stardom may sear the
sight... I'm quite down to
earth when need calls.

Apollo:
(He does have a certain aura
to him, it's true.)

Trucy:
Let's ask him about the case,
Apollo!

Apollo:
(His "aura" sure isn't lost on
our magician-in-the-making.)

Apollo:
(She's practically drooling
with enthusiasm.)

Trucy:
After all...

Trucy:
...Uncle Valant's one of
Daddy's best friends!  That's
why I call him "uncle".

Apollo:
Wh-What?  Daddy... you mean
Mr. Wright...?

Trucy:
No, I mean...
My real Daddy.

Apollo:
...!

Apollo:
(Trucy's real father!?)


	=Talk -> Troupe Gramarye=
	
	Trucy:
	Wait, Apollo...
	
	Trucy:
	Don't tell me you don't know
	about Troupe Gramarye?
	
	Apollo:
	Troupe Grammarie... huh?  No.
	
	Apollo:
	But it does sound kind of
	familiar...
	
	Valant:
	Oh, lost life!  Lamentably
	listless lad!
	
	Valant:
	To not know of the greatest
	troupe of magicians on the
	planet!
	
	Apollo:
	(Valant Gramarye... The name
	began to surface in my mind.)
	
	Apollo:
	(It was a name I'd heard on
	television as a child.)
	
	Trucy:
	You bet you've heard the name!
	
	Trucy:
	He made a cruise ship
	disappear, and blew up an
	amusement park...
	
	Trucy:
	...Oh, and he made all this
	gold disappear from a safe!
	
	Trucy:
	And then escaped from a high
	security prison!
	
	Apollo:
	Um...
	
	Apollo:
	...You said he is a magician?
	
	Valant:
	I open the locks to hearts
	chained... by mediocrity.
	
	Valant:
	This is the true miracle of
	Troupe Gramarye.
	
	Apollo:
	...Wait.
	
	Trucy;
	What, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	I do remember... seeing you
	on television... a long time
	ago.
	
	Apollo:
	Weren't you with someone
	else...?  Like, a duo?
	
	Trucy:
	A duo?
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah, you had a partner.
	
	Apollo:
	"Something Gramarye"...
	
	Valant:
	Yes... Zak.  Zak Gramarye.
	
	Valant:
	A masterful maker of magic,
	a capable crafter of shining
	showmanship!
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	?
	
	Apollo:
	Why's everyone so quiet?
	
	Trucy:
	Daddy...
	
	Apollo:
	Daddy...?
	(Huh!?  Oh, no way!)
	

	=Talk -> Trucy's father=
	
	Valant:
	Once upon a time, the Troupe
	Gramarye included two Grand
	Magicians.
	
	Valant:
	Myself, Valant Gramarye, and
	my partner... Zak Gramarye!
	
	Apollo:
	And this Zak was...?
	
	Trucy:
	He was my real Daddy.
	
	Apollo:
	(Trucy's father, a magician...
	I guess it makes sense.)
	
	Apollo:
	...I had no idea.
	
	Trucy:
	There wasn't much point in
	talking about it...
	Not now that he's gone.
	
	Apollo:
	...Oh, I'm sorry.
	
	Trucy:
	No, it's OK.  I'm not lonely.
	
	Trucy:
	I've got my Daddy, after all!
	
	Trucy:
	And you make me laugh, Apollo.
	
	Apollo:
	Glad that I'm good for comic
	relief, at least.
	
	Trucy:
	...Not that I see Daddy around
	much these days.
	
	
Valant:
...Ach, I've been remiss in
remembering my reasons for
my visit.

Apollo:
Reasons?

Valant:
Two, in fact!

Valant:
The first being, of course...

Valant:
...to see you, Miss Trucy.

Trucy:
You don't know how happy
I am to see you again,
Uncle Valant!

Valant:
I'm sure you are.

Apollo:
...Not one for modesty, are
you?

Valant:
When I encountered you at the
Coliseum... the first time
in seven years...

Valant:
...I could fain contain my
emotions!  I wept oceans!

Valant:
And to learn you now defend
that poor pianist, that
blinded boy!

Valant:
Twas a hot topic of talk
amongst the staff, you know.

Valant:
And defend him you did!

Trucy:
Eh heh.  Well, it wasn't all
my doing.

Apollo:
Um, I'm his defense attorney,
actually.

Valant:
My other reason for coming
here today... was this.

Trucy:
That's... a video tape?

Valant:
Quite so.  A recording of the
concert, no less.

Valant:
I've brought it for you,
Trucy, on behalf of Troupe
Gramarye.

Valant:
Will you watch it?

	Sugar, Sugar...
	O that night, in your embrace.

	When you stole away the keys
	my heart held on to so tight.

	Pleasure...
	But a fleeting melody

	It wraps itself around me,
	And now through the air I fly.

	Woh... Woh...

	Burning on in my heart.  Fire.
	Burn my love away.  All away.

	Like a bullet of love.  Fire.
	Take my life away.  All away.

	Guitar, Guitar...
	Up together to the sky.
	
Trucy:
Wow... It's almost as good as
it was live.

Trucy:
So... what's the word?
Mysterious...

Apollo:
(There are more mysterious
things than her song going
on...)

Apollo:
(Way more mysterious...)

Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha...!

Apollo:
(This Valant Gramarye has
good reasons to be here
today...)

Apollo:
(But I wonder what his
"reasons" were to be at that
concert?)

** Video tape received from Valant. **

----------------------------
Video Tape
Type: Other
Received from 
Valant Gramarye.
Taped recording of Lamiroir's
performance.  Touch the Check
Button for details.
----------------------------


	=Present Other=
	
	Valant:
	What's this?  You would ask
	me for a miracle?  Free of fee?
	
	Valant:
	Then thy wish be granted!  Thy
	will be done!  Thy evidence
	evicted into the ether!
	
	Apollo:
	Ack!  No evicting, please!
	
	Apollo:
	(...Are all magicians like
	this, I wonder?)


	=Present Tape=
	
	Apollo:
	So, I was wondering...
	
	Apollo:
	That stunt in the middle of
	the song there...
	
	Trucy:
	I didn't see a stunt...
	
	Apollo:
	What about Lamiroir vanishing
	and reappearing!?
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, that?  I guess I'm so
	used to seeing that happen
	I didn't even notice.
	
	Apollo:
	(So young to be so jaded...)
	
	Valant:
	A simple slight-of-hand [sic], a
	petit prestidigitation.
	
	Valant:
	A modicum of magic from me...
	to you.
	
	Trucy:
	So that's why you were at the
	concert!
	
	Valant:
	Yes.
	
	Valant:
	I was there to watch my
	trick take to the air...
	
----------------------------
Valant Gramarye
Age: 44
Gender: Male
A famous magician, responsible
for the illusion used in the
concert.
----------------------------	
	
	Apollo:
	So you're the one who knows
	how it was all done.
	
	Valant:
	Of course.  I am like a deity,
	with the stage as my domain!
	
	Valant:
	I suffer no mystery upon those
	floodlit boards not grasped
	tightly twixt my fingers.
	
	Valant:
	It is a potent, primeval
	power I possess.
	
	Apollo:
	Um... Well...
	Do you think you could...
	
	Apollo:
	...tell me how it was done!?
	
	Trucy:
	Hey now!
	
	Apollo:
	Trucy...?
	
	Trucy:
	That's like, totally against
	the rules, Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	Not during a murder
	investigation, it's not!
	
	Valant:
	Mais non, for my illusions
	are mine alone, m'sieur.
	
	Valant:
	Also...
	
	Apollo:
	Also what?
	
	Valant:
	Recall that the terrible
	occurrence happened later.
	
	Valant:
	Well after my illusion
	entranced the audience.
	
	Apollo:
	Oh.
	
	Valant:
	Don't even ask.
	I won't answer.
	
	Trucy:
	Too bad for you, Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	(Grr.  Whose side are you on?)

	
Valant:
...I, Valant Gramarye, now
make my leave, Miss Trucy.

Trucy:
There's no need to rush,
Uncle Valant!  You should stay
a while!

Valant:
I am afraid I cannot.  I may
not.  I shall not.

Valant:
I have been asked to assist
with an analysis and so I
shall slink back to the scene.

Apollo:
So... you'll be at the
concert venue today?

Valant:
Correct.  If you would call on
me, come to the Coliseum!

Valant:
See you later, crocodile.

Apollo:
(With a whir of his cloak,
and a wink of his eye...)

Apollo:
(...he turned and walked out
through the door.  Normally.)

Trucy:
Well, there you go, Apollo!

Trucy:
Let's get cracking!

Apollo:
...Right.
(Valant Gramarye...)

Apollo:
(I've got a few more things
to ask him.)

Apollo:
(Foremost among them, that
bit of magic that made
Lamiroir disappear...)

Apollo:
(...And how he knows Trucy,
and her "real" father...!)


=Move -> Detention Center=

---
July 9
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---

Apollo:
(Machi may not be guilty, but
he's still a suspect.)

Trucy:
But they don't have any
decisive evidence!

Apollo:
Yeah, but only someone as
small as him could have gotten
out of that room.

Trucy:
Right... the air vent.

Apollo:
And... he lied.

Trucy:
Lied?

Apollo:
(Machi Tobaye can see...)

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Trucy:
Ah!  Machi!

Apollo:
Speak of the devil.

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Trucy:
He looks like he's doing OK!

Apollo:
I forget.  Why did we come
here?

Apollo:
It's not like we can talk to
him or anything.

Trucy:
Words are overrated!

Trucy:
Feelings are what matter,
Apollo.

Apollo:
It's kinda hard to build a
court case on feelings.

Apollo:
But, since we're here, anyway.

Apollo:
Might as well get what I want
to say off my chest.

Trucy:
If you need someone to
complain to, I'll listen...

Apollo:
(I think she's actually
worried for me...)

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..


	=Examine Camera=
	
	Apollo:
	That security camera is 
	looking at me.
	
	Apollo:
	Why do I feel this sudden
	urge to make a silly face?
	
	
	=Examine Guard=
	
	Apollo:
	A security guard.  He stands
	here, watching this room.
	
	Apollo:
	His eyes when he looks at
	Machi are gentle.  Maybe he
	has a kid the same age.
	
	
	=Present Anything=
	
	Machi:
	[symbols] .. ..
	
	Trucy:
	I think he said...
	
	Trucy:
	"I am sorry I cannot speak
	your language.  You are very
	beautiful, fair maiden."
	
	Apollo:
	...This is why I never trust
	a translator.
	
	
	=Talk -> The trial today=
	
	Trucy:
	So, what did you think of
	the trial today?
	
	Machi:
	.. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
	
	Trucy:
	...Whew.  I'm glad he doesn't
	understand English after all.
	
	Trucy:
	If he did, he would have been
	scared out of his mind by
	that trial.
	
	Apollo:
	Hey, all's well that ends
	well.
	
	Apollo:
	You have to be more goal
	oriented.  If he's not guilty,
	we win.
	
	Trucy:
	No, if he's innocent, we win.
	
	Trucy:
	Machi might not understand
	English, but I bet he gets
	that better than you do.
	
	Machi:
	.. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
	
	*bracelet thumps*
	
	Apollo:
	...!
	(Huh...?)
	
	
	=Talk -> Lamiroir's testimony=
	
	Trucy:
	I'm glad Lamiroir testified!
	What a great person.
	
	Trucy:
	She even got Machi off the
	hook by naming another
	suspect!
	
	Apollo:
	Daryan of the Gavinners...
	The detective.
	
	Apollo:
	I wonder if Machi knows what
	happened?
	
	Trucy:
	?
	
	Apollo:
	I mean, if he could follow how
	the trial went at all.
	
	Apollo:
	If no one told him there's a
	new suspect, how would he
	know?
	
	*bracelet thumps*
	
	Apollo:
	Hey...
	
	Trucy:
	What is it, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	No... It's nothing.
	
	Machi:
	.. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
	
	Apollo:
	...I must be imagining it.
	
	Trucy:
	Imagining what, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	It's just, I couldn't help
	but feel that... I dunno.
	
	Apollo:
	Machi...
	
	Apollo:
	...He doesn't understand
	what we're saying, right?
	
	Trucy:
	How could he?
	
	Trucy:
	He's a young Borginian!
	He doesn't speak English.
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah, but my bracelet is
	reacting to him.
	
	Trucy:
	Huh?
	Maybe it's malfunctioning?
	
	Trucy:
	Or it's scared, because you
	keep making those "I'm so 
	mad" faces.
	
	Apollo:
	Was I that bad?
	
	Apollo:
	(Machi lied about not being
	able to see...)
	
	Apollo:
	(But what if that's not all
	he lied about?)
	
	Trucy:
	If you're curious about it
	there's only one thing to do.
	
	Trucy:
	You should ask him.
	
	Apollo:
	(I think it'll take something
	big to get to him... Some
	kind of undeniable evidence.)
	
	Apollo:
	...We'll be back, Machi.
	
	Machi:
	.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
	
	
	=Talk -> Machi's eyesight=
	
	Trucy:
	So, Machi...
	You can see, right?
	
	Machi:
	.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
	
	Trucy:
	Machi can see, and Lamiroir
	can't...
	
	Trucy:
	The whole world's gone
	topsy-turvy!
	
	Machi:
	.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
	
	Trucy:
	Sorry, Apollo.  I don't think
	we're going to get any
	information out of Machi.
	
	Trucy:
	...Which makes sense.
	
	Apollo:
	(...Yeah, I guess it does...)
	
	
=Move -> Sunshine Coliseum=

---
July 9
Sunshine Coliseum
---

Trucy:
Woo!  What a great day!
It's perfect weather for
sleuthing!

Apollo:
The weather matters for
an investigation?

Trucy:
Don't some days just feel
like "magic" days or "defense"
days?

Apollo:
Um, sure.  Let's get started,
shall we?

Trucy:
Right on!  Show us your stuff,
Apollo!

Apollo:
Um, what stuff?

Trucy:
Your voice training!  This is
the perfet place for it!

Apollo:
I did enough at home, thanks.

Trucy:
Aw, there's no need to be
shy!

Trucy:
Keep that up and you'll never
make it on the big stage!

Apollo:
I'm happy in the courtroom,
thank you.  I am a lawyer.

Trucy:
Then you're in luck, because
it's lawyer weather today!

Trucy:
Don't you just want to face
the blue sky and shout,
"Objection!"?

Apollo:
Look, the weather has nothing
to do with lawyers.  Let's get
going already!


	=Examine Blimp=
	
	Trucy:
	Look!  A blimp!
	
	Apollo:
	Those balloons next to it
	have ad banners on them.
	
	Trucy:
	Let's see... "Big Sale, All
	Shirts 50% Off."
	
	Apollo:
	Oh.  It's an ad for the
	department store next door.
	
	
	=Examine Blue Badger=
	
	Apollo:
	What's that... creature there?
	
	Trucy:
	Oooh!  That's the police
	mascot, the Blue Badger!
	
	Apollo:
	Eh?  It's life size!
	
	Trucy:
	Haven't you seen them around
	town?  Patrolling the streets?
	
	Trucy:
	Yes, now even law and order
	has a mascot!
	
	Apollo:
	...I'd run from that thing
	even if I wasn't a criminal.
	
	Apollo:
	Why does its head wobble like
	that when it walks?
	It's freaky.
	
	Trucy:
	I don't think you're showing
	true Blue Badger spirit,
	Apollo.
	
	
	=Examine Signboard=
	
	Apollo:
	Look, a massive sign for the
	"Guilty as Charged" Tour.
	
	Apollo:
	A giant Prosecutor Gavin
	stares out over the arena.
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh!  Maybe I can take it to
	the office when they're done
	with it!
	
	Apollo:
	Um, where would you put it?
	You couldn't even get that
	thing through the front door.
	
	Trucy:
	Then I'll put it outside!
	I bet it'd be good for
	business!
	
	Apollo:
	Just as long as no one comes
	expecting us to prosecute.
	
	Trucy:
	Well, if anyone comes looking
	for a concert, leave it to me!
	
	Apollo:
	(Is this part of some twisted
	plan of hers to make her
	singing debut, I wonder?)
	
	
	=Examine Coliseum=
	
	Apollo:
	Sunshine Coliseum sure is
	living up to its name today.
	
	Trucy:
	It's huge!
	
	Trucy:
	And Mr. Gavin got to play on
	that enormous stage...
	I'm so jealous!
	
	Trucy:
	Someday, I'll fight my first
	battle on this stage!
	
	Apollo:
	Battle?
	
	Trucy:
	Well, yeah, it's a coliseum,
	isn't it?
	
	Apollo:
	Um, they don't do gladiatorial
	contests at these places any
	more, Trucy.
	
	Trucy:
	Really?  I had no idea!
	I wonder why they stopped.
	
	Apollo:
	(Sometimes I worry about
	her.)
	

=Move -> Backstage Hallway=

---
July 9
Backstage Hallway
---

Lamiroir:
Ah, Mr. Attorney.

Apollo:
Lamiroir!

Apollo:
I'm sorry about today...
I...

Lamiroir:
There is nothing you need to
apologize for.

Lamiroir:
You were merely defending
Machi.

Trucy:
Um... Are you OK?
Alone, I mean.

Lamiroir:
Humans are blessed with five
senses.

Lamiroir:
Even robbed of one, we get
by.

Lamiroir:
...Though it does make being
a witness rather difficult.

Trucy:
Speaking of "seeing", you knew
who we were before we spotted
you just now.

Trucy:
And we weren't even talking.

Lamiroir:
...I heard your footsteps
several times the day before.

Trucy:
Oh...

Trucy:
You must have great ears!

Apollo:
(Ears that heard the crime
taking place...)

Apollo:
(Or so she claimed yesterday.
...But how?)


=Move -> Lamiroir's Dressing Room=


	=Examine Brooch=
	
	Apollo:
	Right after the shooting
	took place...
	
	Apollo:
	...Lamiroir tried to come into
	the dressing room, and dropped
	her brooch.
	
	Trucy:
	I think that fits with the
	other stuff we know.
	
	Trucy:
	Do you think the timing of
	when she dropped it is
	important?
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah... Something about it
	bugs me, that's for sure.
	
	
	=Examine Bullet Holes=
	
	Apollo:
	Look at the way those bullets
	tore through this thick wall.
	
	Apollo:
	That revolver really was
	something else.
	
	Trucy:
	I wonder if someone as little
	as me could even fire it?
	
	Apollo:
	Dislocating your shoulder
	would kind of put a crimp
	on your stage career.
	
	Trucy:
	Daddy always has stiff
	shoulders, maybe that could
	loosen him up!
	
	Apollo:
	Don't even mention it.  I'm
	afraid he might go out and
	actually try it.
	
	Trucy:
	Nah, he doesn't have the guts
	to pull the trigger, I bet.
	
	
	=Examine Speaker=
	
	Apollo:
	A speaker for monitoring the
	stage.  It was blaring at the
	time of the shooting.
	
	Trucy:
	It's a pretty old model for
	such a nice place.
	
	Apollo:
	I guess they don't care about
	sound quality back here.  As
	long as you can hear it...
	
	Apollo:
	(Not that a loss of fidelity
	could possibly make that
	music worse...)
	
	Trucy:
	Good speakers must cost a lot.
	
	Trucy:
	You have any idea how much
	a nice one that size would
	cost, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	Probably a good ten years
	of your allowance, give or
	take.
	
	Trucy:
	Whaaat!?  But that's almost
	600 dollars!
	
	Apollo:
	......
	(Five dollars a month...?)
	
	Apollo:
	(Poor Trucy...)
	
	Apollo:
	(Wait till she finds out you
	need to buy two speakers for
	a stereo...)
	
	
	=Examine Air Vent=
	
	Apollo:
	They found Machi Tobaye's
	fingerprints on that air vent.
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	What's with the long face?
	
	Trucy:
	It's a little lackluster,
	you know.
	
	Apollo:
	Lackluster...?
	
	Trucy:
	I mean, using the air vent
	is so obvious!
	
	Trucy:
	No audience is going to pay
	good money to see a trick
	like that.
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	Things must look different
	through a magician's eyes.
	
	Trucy:
	It'd be much cooler if the
	killer got out through that
	tiny window!
	
	Apollo:
	Don't go there.  You'll get
	your head stuck.
	
	
	=Examine Stepladder=
	
	Apollo:
	The shooter must have used
	that to climb up to the vent.
	
	Trucy:
	All this tragedy, because
	someone left a stepladder
	here.
	
	Apollo:
	...I don't think Mr. LeTouse
	was shot because of the 
	ladder.
	
	Trucy:
	You think it was Machi?
	
	Apollo:
	I guess... That air vent
	is pretty small, after all.
	
	Apollo:
	(Does that prove he was at
	the scene...?)
	
	Apollo:
	(Did he escape in the time
	between the gunshots and
	us opening the door?)
	
	
	=Examine Poster Above TV=
	
	Trucy:
	A Gavinners poster.
	
	Apollo:
	How many of those did they
	put up, anyway?
	
	Trucy:
	Prosecutor Gavin looked so
	cool on stage!
	
	Trucy:
	You should learn to play
	the guitar, too, Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	You can accompany my magic
	act!
	
	Apollo:
	...We'd certainly be a novelty
	act, if nothing else.
	
	Apollo:
	(I'll think about it if I ever
	lose my attorney's badge.)
	
	
	=Examine Poster Beside TV=
	
	Apollo:
	It's a poster for another
	show.
	
	Apollo:
	"This Summer: A Legal Eagles
	Production of 'Case Closed'."
	
	Trucy:
	I looked into that performance
	group.
	
	Trucy:
	Turns out they're all law
	enforcement-related, too.
	
	Trucy:
	Apparently, their serious
	portrayal of law and order
	is a big draw!
	
	Apollo:
	...That sounds so boring, it's
	probably pretty interesting.
	
	Trucy:
	YOu're a complicated man,
	Mr. Apollo Justice.
	
	
	=Examine TV=
	
	Apollo:
	That's one of the biggest, 
	most expensive-looking TVs
	I've ever seen.
	
	Trucy:
	Too bad you'll never own one.
	
	Apollo:
	"Never"'s kind of harsh,
	Trucy.
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm.  How about "for all
	eternity" then?
	
	Apollo:
	Same difference.
	
	
	=Examine Fruit=
	
	Trucy:
	Look!  It's fruit!  Fruit,
	Apollo!  Fruit!!!
	
	Apollo:
	...I heard you the first
	time.
	
	Apollo:
	It sure is a lot of fruit.
	I doubt anyone would miss
	a bit of watermelon...
	
	Trucy:
	I know, I'll make it vanish!
	Into my stomach!
	
	Apollo:
	Better not.  They might make
	you pay for it.
	
	Apollo:
	And if you have the money
	for that, you should probably
	repaint the office first.
	
	Trucy:
	Watermelons are that
	expensive!?
	
	Apollo:
	*shrug* These could've been
	imported from some exotic
	locale, for all we kknow.
	
	
	=Examine Carpet Square=
	
	Apollo:
	Hey, look.  A part of the
	carpet has been torn up here.
	
	Trucy:
	That was the part we did the
	lunimol testing on in court!
	
	Apollo:
	Luminol... right.
	
	Trucy:
	You know what I couldn't
	stop thinking?
	
	Trucy:
	Who's going to pay for this
	carpet?
	
	Apollo:
	As long as it's not us...
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe... the shooter?
	
	Trucy:
	I guess it's true what
	they say.
	
	Trucy:
	Crime doesn't pay!
	
	Apollo:
	I would hope that carpet
	replacement costs weren't the
	only thing holding you back.
	
	
	=Examine Revolver=
	
	Apollo:
	The murder weapon.
	So it belonged to Mr. LeTouse.
	
	Trucy:
	That thing makes normal
	revolvers look like water guns!
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. LeTouse was a big man.
	
	Apollo:
	(But how about the person
	who shot him?)
	
	Apollo:
	(Wouldn't they have to be
	about his size?)
	
	
	=Examine Window=
	
	Apollo:
	This was the window where
	Lamiroir "saw" the crime
	from...
	
	Apollo:
	I wish it was that simple.
	
	Trucy:
	Kind of hard to see a crime
	when you can't see.
	
	Trucy:
	But she did hear it!
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah, but the window was
	closed...
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe she heard it some
	other way?
	
	
	=Examine Dryer=
	
	Apollo:
	That's one of those permanent
	dryers you see in hair salons.
	
	Trucy:
	Is that what they're really
	called?  "Permanent dryers"?
	
	Apollo:
	Do I look like a beautician?
	I just know they dry your hair
	and give you a permanent...
	
	Trucy:
	It just doesn't sound very
	glamorous, you know?
	
	Apollo:
	OK, how about a "permachine"!?
	
	Trucy:
	Or you could go more simple,
	like "permer"!
	
	Apollo:
	...This isn't a bad game,
	thinking up official names
	for things.
	
	Apollo:
	Not that it makes the name
	actually official or anything.
	
	
	=Examine Presents=
	
	Trucy:
	A stack of presents for
	Lamiroir.
	
	Trucy:
	Stars always get the biggest
	presents.
	
	Trucy:
	You know, you could give me
	a present, Apollo.
	
	Apollo:
	...Here, have a piece of
	candy.
	
	Trucy:
	Gee!  Thanks!!!
	
	Apollo:
	(She must not get a lot
	of presents... Poor girl.)
	
	
	=Examine Bouquet=
	
	Trucy:
	That's one heavy-duty
	bouquet there.
	
	Apollo:
	I have trouble thinking of
	flowers as being "heavy-duty".
	
	Trucy:
	But they call lots of things
	heavy-duty!
	
	Apollo:
	Not flowers, they don't.
	
	Trucy:
	What about a "heavy" scent?
	
	Apollo:
	I think you mean "heady".
	
	Trucy:
	What if the flowers were
	plastic?
	
	Apollo:
	They still wouldn't be heavy.
	
	Trucy:
	OK, what if they were made
	out of metal?
	
	Apollo:
	What, like a magnolia made out
	of steel?
	
	Trucy:
	Exactly!  Though I hope all
	my fans don't start throwing
	metal flowers at me.
	
	
=Move -> Backstage Hallway=


	=Examine Right Door=
	
	Apollo:
	That's Lamiroir's dressing
	room... and the scene of the
	crime.
	
	Apollo:
	It's kind of lightly guarded
	for being a crime scene.
	
	Trucy:
	I'm not complaining!  Makes it
	easier for us to go in!
	
	Trucy:
	And Ema gave us her OK,
	right?
	
	Trucy:
	We can wander in and do as
	we like!
	
	Apollo:
	(How is Ema doing, anyway...?)
	
	Apollo:
	(I hope she's not getting
	cavities form eating all
	those chocolate Snackoos...)
	
	
	=Examine Left Door=
	
	Apollo:
	That's the Gavinners's
	dressing room.
	
	Apollo:
	They're all out on the
	investigation.
	
	Apollo:
	Being backstage isn't half as
	glamorous without a band here.
	
	
	=Examine Blue Badger=
	
	Apollo:
	That would be the Blue Badger,
	the police mascot.
	
	Apollo:
	There's a guy outside in a
	giant Blue Badger costume,
	lumbering about...
	
	Apollo:
	He stands out even more than
	those Gavinners posters.
	
	Trucy:
	It's all the same!  He's the
	band mascot, too, you know.
	
	Apollo:
	I can't picture Prosecutor
	Gavin going for that kind of
	thing.
	
	Trucy:
	Neither can I.
	
	Trucy:
	I'll bet there's a story there
	just waiting to be told!
	
	
	=Examine Headset=
	
	Trucy:
	That's been lying there since
	the day before yesterday.
	
	Apollo:
	It's small.  Maybe no one's
	noticed it.
	
	Trucy:
	I kinda want to pick it up.
	It'd make a cool souvenir,
	don't you think?
	
	Apollo:
	(It does stick out in my mind
	for some reason...)
	
	
	=Talk -> The voice=
	
	Apollo:
	That was quite a statement
	you made today in court.
	
	Apollo:
	...About hearing Daryan
	Crescend's voice at the
	scene of the crime.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I did not know his name...
	
	Lamiroir:
	...but I never forget a
	voice.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Wait!
	
	Judge:
	La-Lamiroir!  Is something the
	matter?
	
	Lamiroir:
	That voice just now...
	
	Lamiroir:
	............
	It was him.  I am sure of it.
	
	Daryan:
	...No way...
	
	Lamiroir:
	...As I said in court:
	
	Lamiroir:
	I was on my way backstage
	from the stage.
	
	Lamiroir:
	That is when I heard his
	voice.
	
	Apollo:
	I'm guessing Daryan and
	Mr. LeTouse were talking
	about something?
	
	Lamiroir:
	...The next moment, I heard
	those gunshots.
	
	Apollo:
	Why didn't you call security?
	
	Lamiroir:
	To be honest, though the
	noise was quite frightening...
	
	Lamiroir:
	...I never imagined the
	gunshots might be real.
	
	Lamiroir:
	And, I was in quite a hurry
	myself.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I left the scene at once.
	
	Trucy:
	So... it really was Daryan's
	voice that she heard.
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah...
	
	Apollo:
	(At least, she certainly
	thinks it was.)
	
	
	=Talk -> Machi=
	
	Lamiroir:
	I met Machi before my debut
	as Lamiroir...
	
	Lamiroir:
	I was singing in a restaurant
	in Borginia.
	
	Apollo:
	And he was playing the piano?
	
	Lamiroir:
	...Yes.
	
	Lamiroir:
	He was very kind to me when
	he learned I could not see.
	
	Apollo:
	Is that when you started
	playing "opposites"?
	
	Apollo:
	With Machi pretending he
	couldn't see...
	
	Lamiroir:
	Ah, no, it wasn't then.
	
	Lamiroir:
	That began after our major
	debut.
	
	Lamiroir:
	...After I became known as the
	"landscape painter in sound".
	
	Trucy:
	It must have been tough for
	Machi...
	
	Trucy:
	...Pretending he couldn't see,
	and all the while acting as
	your eyes.
	
	Lamiroir:
	We held hands always.
	
	Lamiroir:
	He would write with his
	finger on my palm to signal
	to me thing I should know.
	
	Lamiroir:
	He is a smart, gentle boy.
	
	Apollo:
	(I think I see what she's
	getting at...)
	
	Apollo:
	(..."Machi would never harm
	a soul"...)
	
	
	=Talk -> Mr. LeTouse=
	
	Apollo:
	About Mr. LeTouse...
	
	Lamiroir:
	Ah yes.  He was an Interpol
	agent, I hear?
	
	Apollo:
	So, you had no idea?
	
	Lamiroir:
	Of course not.  No one did.
	
	Trucy:
	I guess that's what it means
	to be undercover.
	
	Apollo:
	But someone was after him...
	
	Apollo:
	They had to know who he
	really was.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Why did he pose as my manager?
	I do not understand.
	
	Apollo:
	You have no idea?
	
	Lamiroir:
	I can only assume that he
	was investigating me...
	But why?
	
	Apollo:
	What makes you think that?
	
	Lamiroir:
	Perhaps it is not so, but
	I cannot deny the possibility.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Because of my condition...
	
	Lamiroir:
	As my present is veiled in
	darkness, so, too, is my
	past clouded from my memory.
	
	Apollo:
	Clouded... right.
	
	
	=Talk -> "Darkness"=
	
	Lamiroir:
	The darkness that I fear
	is not the darkness that
	I see whenever I open my eyes.
	
	Lamiroir:
	The real darkness... lies in
	my heart.
	
	Apollo:
	In your heart?
	
	Lamiroir:
	I have no memory of the time
	before I became Lamiroir.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I awoke from darkness, into
	darkness, you might say.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I was singing in a restaurant
	those days.
	
	Apollo:
	(What was it that she said
	about not being able to
	remember the light...?)
	
	Lamiroir:
	I do not know my past.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Perhaps I committed some
	terrible crime in my past.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Everything before becoming
	Lamiroir is lost to me.
	
	Trucy:
	B-But I don't think you...
	
	Lamiroir:
	I can think of no other
	explanation.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Why else would an agent of
	Interpol approach me?
	
	Apollo:
	Do you think your past might
	be related to this case?
	
	Trucy:
	No way!  That seems really
	unlikely to me.
	
	Trucy:
	I mean, you're such a sweet
	person, Lamiroir!
	
	Lamiroir:
	...I thank you.  Machi, too,
	tells me this often when
	I fear who I might have been.
	
	
	=Present Video Tape=
	
	Apollo:
	We took a look at your
	performance again.  It was
	even better the second time!
	
	Lamiroir:
	Thank you.
	
	Trucy:
	That reminds me...
	
	Trucy:
	That was an incredible
	illusion you pulled off!
	
	Lamiroir:
	Illusion...?
	
	Trucy:
	When you teleported from one
	stage to the other?  Remember?
	
	Lamiroir:
	Ah, yes.  Apparently, they
	hired a professional magician.
	
	Apollo:
	(Valant Gramarye...)
	
	Apollo:
	I was wondering, do you think
	you could tell us how it was
	done?
	
	Lamiroir:
	...I'm afraid I cannot.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Mr. Gramarye made me swear
	to never tell a soul.
	
	Apollo:
	I was afraid of that...
	
	Trucy:
	Hard to be a magician if
	you can't keep a secret,
	you know?	
	
	
Lamiroir:
Ah, I am reminded that I
wished to speak to you about
something.

Apollo:
Yes?

Lamiroir:
When I was walking this
hallway before...

Lamiroir:
I stumbled upon a small
device of some kind.
It was lying on the floor.

Apollo:
Device...?  Maybe you mean
this?

Trucy:
That's been lying there since
the day before yesterday!

Lamiroir:
Might I... touch it?

Lamiroir:
......
I thought as much.

Apollo:
What?  What did you think?

Lamiroir:
This is one of our headsets.

Lamiroir:
Everyone on staff wears one
during a concert.

Apollo:
I wonder whose this is?

Lamiroir:
We use it for communication.
It would be quite inconvenient
should it go missing.

Apollo:
We'll hold on to it for you
then.

Apollo:
We'll give it to Prosecutor
Gavin when we see him.

Lamiroir:
Yes, that's best.  Thank you.

Trucy:
So, can I put it on?

** Headset attached to Trucy. **

----------------------------
Headset
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Backstage Hallway.
Receiver/transmitter for voice
signals.  All concert staff
wore one.

	=Check -> Speaker=
	
	Trucy:
	10-4 that, little buddy, this
	is Trucy reporting in, over.
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	Why the sudden silence?
	
	Trucy:
	No one answered.
	
	Apollo:
	Don't be silly...
	
	Trucy:
	What good is a receiver that
	doesn't receive?
	
	Trucy:
	That's like Ema not performing
	forensic investigations!
	
	Apollo:
	You make her sound like she's
	some kind of forensic
	investigation machine!
	
	Apollo:
	Which is just silly.
	
	Apollo:
	Unless... she's a super
	hi-tech android that runs on
	Snackoos!  Hmm...
	
----------------------------

Trucy:
"Attached"?  I'm not some kind
of robot, Apollo!

Apollo:
(Everyone on staff was wearing
one of these headsets...)

Apollo:
(This might warrant some
further inquiry.)


	=Present Headset=
	
	Apollo:
	Can I ask you about this
	headset, Lamiroir?
	
	Apollo:
	You said that all concert
	staff were wearing one?
	
	Lamiroir:
	That's correct.
	
	Lamiroir:
	You need them to communicate
	across such a large stage.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Everyone on the staff had one,
	of course...
	
	Lamiroir:
	...And all of the band
	members, too, I should think.
	
	Apollo:
	(So Prosecutor Gavin and his
	lackeys had them on, too,
	then...)
	
	Lamiroir:
	They're quite helpful,
	though limited.
	
	Lamiroir:
	They only work within thirty
	feet or so.
	
	Lamiroir:
	After all, they're only
	for use on stage.
	
	Lamiroir:
	And a stronger signal would
	interfere with the sound
	system.
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm, that makes sense.
	
	Apollo:
	(You'd think someone would
	notice if they dropped their
	only communications lifeline.)
	
	Apollo:
	(...So why was this one lying
	here?)
	
----------------------------
Headset
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Backstage Hallway.
Receiver/transmitter for voice
signals with a 30-foot range.
All concert staff wore one.
----------------------------
	
	
	=Present Other=
	
	Apollo:
	Do you think you could tell
	me about this?
	
	Lamiroir:
	I'm sorry, but my information
	about the outside world is
	somewhat limited.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I only know what I have heard,
	or felt.
	
	Apollo:
	(Maybe that explains why she
	didn't react when I showed
	her stuff the other day.)
	
	Apollo:
	(She was still pretending she
	could see then...)


=Move -> Gavinners's Dressing Room=


	=Examine Postcards=
	
	Apollo:
	It's a stack of Lamiroir's
	postcards.
	
	Apollo:
	There it is... The "landscape
	painter in sound"...
	
	Trucy:
	It must be hard to pretend
	you can see when you can't.
	
	Apollo:
	Yet the way she sings so
	effortlessly... you'd think
	she had life easy.
	
	Apollo:
	Some people are just
	impressive like that.
	
	Trucy:
	You know it!
	
	Trucy:
	It just makes me think about
	how much further I have to go!
	
	Apollo:
	(I hope we can solve this
	quickly and not add to her
	troubles...)
	
	
	=Examine Speaker=
	
	Apollo:
	The speaker here is the same
	as the one in Lamiroir's room.
	
	Apollo:
	I wonder if this one was
	blaring as loud as hers.
	
	Trucy:
	I don't see a volume control
	anywhere in the room...
	
	Trucy:
	My guess is they give all
	the rooms equal treatment!
	
	Apollo:
	...You mean equal punishment.
	

=Move -> The stage=

---
July 9
In the Wings
---

Trucy:
That song... Isn't that the
one Lamiroir was singing?

Apollo:
Yeah, you're right.
"The Guitar's Serenade"...

Trucy:
Wow, I'd love to do a show
on a stage like this!

Apollo:
I'd come to see that.

Trucy:
The house is full, and as one,
the audience sighs with
wonderment!

Trucy:
There I am, singing my ballad,
rose petals swirling through
the air...

Apollo:
Not bad... wait.  Aren't you a
magician!?

Trucy:
...Oh.

Trucy:
That's right.  I was a
magician, wasn't I.

Apollo:
(Some dedication...)

Valant:
Ah ha!  If it isn't Miss Trucy!
And indeed it is!

Trucy:
Uncle Valant!

Apollo:
What exactly are you doing
here?

Valant:
...I take real responsibility
in tasks undertaken.

Valant:
I am inspecting my equipment
of illusion to make sure
naught is amiss, Miss.

Trucy:
The Lamiroir Teleportation
Illusion!  Ooh!

Valant:
Should anything go wrong, it
would reflect poorly upon me
and my troupe.

Valant:
As I went about my exacting
examination, I happened to
notice that piano.

Valant:
...And I remembered that fair
lady's melancholy melody.

Trucy:
Hey Apollo, maybe Uncle Valant
can shed some light on this
whole thing for us!

	
	=Examine Platform=
	
	Trucy:
	I still can't believe we found
	Machi and Mr. LeTouse up 
	there...
	
	Apollo:
	Yeah.  I used to not like high
	places.  Now I hate them.
	
	Trucy:
	It's not like it would have
	been nicer if we found a dead
	body closer to the ground.
	
	Trucy:
	...Though that reminds me.
	Daddy's bad with heights, too.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh, no kidding.
	
	Trucy:
	He took me on a Ferris wheel
	ride a while ago, you know!
	
	Trucy:
	Halfway through, his face got
	all green and he mumbled
	"objection" over and over.
	
	Apollo:
	(...Poor guy.)
	
	
	=Examine Computer=
	
	Apollo:
	Look at all the electronics.
	They must be sound-related.
	
	Trucy:
	Doesn't seeing a bunch of
	machines like this make you 
	want to just fiddle with 'em?
	
	Trucy:
	Can I, Apollo?  Please?
	
	Apollo:
	No, no fiddling!  You'll break
	something.
	
	Trucy:
	If you're going to make an
	omelet, you gotta break some
	eggs!
	
	Trucy:
	That's what Daddy always
	says.
	
	Apollo:
	These eggs look kind of
	expensive.
	
	
	=Examine Ladder=
	
	Apollo:
	That's the ladder we used to
	climb up the stage tower.
	
	Apollo:
	...Not a moment I'm likely to
	forget any time soon.
	
	Trucy:
	Me neither...
	
	Trucy:
	I'll never be able to climb
	another tower again without
	thinking about it, you know?
	
	Apollo:
	...I'll never be able to climb
	a tower again, period.
	
	
	=Examine Piano=
	
	Trucy:
	That's one big piano!  I've
	never actually played one.
	
	Apollo:
	Heh.  You should get Mr. Wright
	to teach you sometime.
	
	Trucy:
	No good, he can't play either.
	
	Apollo:
	(I kind of feel bad for the
	guy now...)
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe now's my big chance!
	Stand back, this could be
	the debut of a prodigy!
	
	Trucy:
	...Eww.
	
	Apollo:
	Did you make that noise just
	now?
	
	Trucy:
	Um... Let me try it again.
	
	Trucy:
	You know, I think something's
	stuck in the piano!
	
	Trucy:
	Time to take a look under
	the hood...
	
	Trucy:
	...Huh.  Look!  This was stuck
	between the strings.
	
	Trucy:
	It looks like some kind of
	switch.
	
	Apollo:
	(Someone must have thrown
	this into the piano...)
	
	** Switch placed in pocket. **
	
----------------------------
Switch
Type: Other
Retrieved from
the stage.
Found on the stage.  It's a
switch for something, and
that's about all I know.

	=Check -> Examine Button=
	
	Trucy:
	This switch, sitting here,
	tempting me to push it...
	
	Apollo:
	Don't.  You might blow up the
	whole coliseum.
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo, please...
	
	Trucy:
	To think that every strange
	switch triggers a bomb...
	
	Trucy:
	That kind of old-fashioned
	crime drama thinking doesn't
	cut it in our busy times!
	
	Apollo:
	Alright, Trucy P.I., please
	enlighten me.  What do you
	think this switch does?
	
	Trucy:
	Hmm...
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe it turns on the electric
	razor in Prosecutor Gavin's
	dressing room?
	
	Apollo:
	...A switch as big as a razor
	to turn on a razor?  OK...
	
----------------------------


	=Examine Piano (again)=
	
	Apollo:
	What do you think that thing
	was doing in there?
	
	Trucy:
	Throwing things inside pianos
	can't be good for them.
	
	Apollo:
	Not to mentin you wouldn't
	be able to play whatever notes
	go with the strings it was on.
	
	Apollo:
	(But the piano was fine during
	the concert...)
	
	Apollo:
	(That must mean it was thrown
	in here after Machi played.)
	
	Trucy:
	So maybe someone threw it in
	here after the second set...


	=Present Badge=
	
	Valant:
	Ah... The proof positive of
	your profession, yes?
	
	Apollo:
	Um, yeah.
	
	Valant:
	Might I... have a look?
	
	Valant:
	Oh!  What's this?
	It is gone!
	
	Apollo:
	Ack!  What'd you do with my
	attorney's badge!?
	
	Valant:
	Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha.
	Don't be alarmed.
	
	Valant:
	Miss Trucy!  Take a look into
	your topit, if you would.
	
	Trucy:
	Eek!  It's your badge, Apollo!
	What's it doing in there?
	
	Trucy:
	That was amazing!
	Wasn't it, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	(He called that pouch at her
	waist a "topit"...?)
	
	Apollo:
	(Is that some kind of
	magician speak?)
	
	
	=Present Revolver=
	
	Valant:
	...Pardon me?
	
	Valant:
	I have no money, if that's
	what you want.
	
	Apollo:
	Ack!  No, no, I was just...
	Um, never mind.
	
	Apollo:
	(The way he looked at the
	revolver... What was that?)
	
	Apollo:
	(It was almost as if he had
	seen one before... and maybe
	wasn't too happy about it.)
	
	Valant:
	......
	
	
	=Present Video Tape=
	
	Apollo:
	I was wondering about the
	stunt in the video, right
	in the middle of the song.
	
	Trucy:
	I didn't see a stunt...
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, that?  I guess I'm so
	used to seeing that happen
	I didn't even notice.
	
	Apollo:
	(So young to be so jaded...)
	
	Valant:
	A simple slight-of-hand [sic], a
	petit prestidigitation.
	
	Valant:
	A modicum of magic from me...
	to you.
	
	Trucy:
	So that's why you were at the
	concert!
	
	Valant:
	Yes.
	
	Valant:
	I was there to watch my
	trick take to the air...
	
	Apollo:
	So!  Can you tell me how
	you did it?
	
	Trucy:
	Whoa!  You can't just ask that
	sort of thing, Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	Trucy...?
	
	Trucy:
	It's against the rules to ask
	a magician how they did it.
	
	Apollo:
	Not when you're doing a murder
	investigation it's not!
	
	Trucy:
	...Well, you might have a
	point, there.
	
	Trucy:
	Will you tell us, Uncle
	Valant?
	
	Valant:
	It is against all that is
	sacred to inquire as to how
	a trick is performed.
	
	Apollo:
	OK, so you tell me how he
	did it, Trucy.
	
	Trucy:
	But I don't know!
	
	Apollo:
	(C'mon, you're a magician!
	Aren't you part of the same
	secret club?)
	
	
	=Present Other=
	
	Valant:
	Words cannot express my shock
	and chagrin...
	
	Valant:
	All I can see before me is
	this stage, and me, upon it.
	
	Valant:
	...Nothing smaller, nothing
	less radiant catches my eye.
	
	Trucy:
	True.  You're getting on in
	years.  Not much time left to
	make your mark, huh...
	
	Valant:
	............
	This is not how I was
	seeing it.
	
	Apollo:
	(So he doesn't care about what
	I have to show him, I get the
	point...)
	
	
	=Talk -> Lamiroir's illusion=
	
	Trucy:
	I was wondering about the
	show the night of the murder.
	
	Trucy:
	Lamiroir's vanishing act was
	your illusion, right?
	
	Valant:
	Indeed.  The purple prosecutor
	petitioned my performance.
	
	Valant:
	At the climax of the song,
	he said, make her disappear.
	...Like a dream.
	
	Apollo:
	Like a dream...
	
	Valant:
	Yes, what can I work with on
	a stage meant for musical
	endeavors?
	
	Valant:
	There are none of the
	conveniences of a stage
	built for sorcerous acts.
	
	Valant:
	It was a challenging task,
	and so I accepted.
	
	Apollo:
	She disappeared from the top
	of the tower...
	
	Apollo:
	...But in order to move, you
	would have had to use some
	sort of secret tunnel.
	
	Valant:
	People come to me because
	I am a professional among
	professionals.
	
	Valant:
	My illusions are custom-made
	for a time and a place.
	
	Valant:
	...Now, because of the murder,
	all the eyes of the nation
	are on this concert.
	
	Valant:
	Not a bad thing, as far as
	the fortunes of Troupe
	Gramarye are concerned.
	
	Trucy:
	So... you were here checking
	up on your trick to make sure
	it went well.
	
	Valant:
	And went well it did.  Now,
	speaking of pianos...
	
	Valant:
	...That piano over there 
	troubles me.
	
	Apollo:
	It troubles you...?
	Why?
	
	Valant:
	Why?  Why do you ask, why?
	
	Apollo:
	(I think it's probably
	quicker if I just go check
	it out myself, thanks.)
	
	
	=Talk -> Troupe Gramarye=
	
	Valant:
	I know what you are thinking
	in that head of yours.
	
	Valant:
	"Gramarye, yes," you say.
	"I recall seeing him on
	television."
	
	Valant:
	Something of that sort?
	
	Apollo:
	Um, actually, yes, you're
	right.
	
	Trucy:
	Wow!  He just read your mind,
	Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	...Or everyone tells him that
	and he made a good guess.
	
	Valant:
	It was twenty years ago...
	
	Valant:
	A young magician, a genius
	of his time, came down among
	us...
	
	Valant:
	His name... was Magnifi
	Gramarye!
	
	Valant:
	It was he who began the
	great Troupe Gramarye!
	
	Valant:
	At his prime, not a day passed
	that he did not play upon the
	screens of every TV there was.
	
	Apollo:
	(I do have a vague memory
	of someone like that on
	TV...)
	
	Valant:
	Yet, several years ago, that
	time came to an end.  My troupe
	pulled a vanishing act, yes.
	
	Valant:
	Cries for magic no longer
	heard, the TV screen a barren
	waste, stripped of illusion.
	
	Trucy:
	Th-That's not true!  I still
	went to all your shows!
	
	Trucy:
	Like that one in the parking
	lot down at the supermarket.
	
	Apollo:
	(When you start playing
	supermarket parking lots,
	you know you're in trouble.)
	
	Valant:
	...We hone our skill at these
	small venues, always awaiting
	our time.
	
	Valant:
	...Yes, one day we will rise,
	up from obscurity, onto fame's
	shining stage once more!
	
	Valant:
	I do this not only for the
	magic that is Gramarye, but
	for my partner...
	
	Apollo:
	Your partner...?  You mean...
	
	Valant:
	Yes.  Zak Gramarye.
	
	Apollo:
	(Trucy's father...)
	
	Valant:
	Before he disappeared seven
	years ago...
	
	Valant:
	...there was no name higher
	than Gramarye in show business
	circles.  None.
	
	Valant:
	I will see us returned to
	glory!  I, Valant Gramarye!
	
	
	=Talk -> Valant and Zak=
	
	Valant:
	Our founder Magnifi Gramarye
	was truly a genius, a worker
	of miracles.
	
	Trucy:
	I'll never forget the one I
	saw when I was little!
	
	Trucy:
	How he made that whole jumbo
	jet go... um, what happened
	to the jet again?
	
	Apollo:
	(...Apparently someone doesn't
	remember it as well as they
	thought.)
	
	Valant:
	Of all the would-be magicians
	who came to his door, only
	Zak and I had the talent.
	
	Valant:
	In no time at all, Valant and
	Zak were the shining stars
	in the Gramarye crown.
	
	Trucy:
	Cool, huh?  And Zak Gramarye
	was my daddy!
	
	Valant:
	Now that Magnifi and Zak are
	gone, I have but one wish.
	
	Valant:
	Let it be I, Valant Gramarye
	who brings the Gramarye
	miracle back to the big stage!
	
	Trucy:
	I'm rooting for you!
	
	Valant:
	Miss Trucy, you cannot grow up
	quick enough!  I need your
	skill by my side!
	
	Trucy:
	One skill, coming up!
	
	Apollo:
	(How do we manage to get off
	the topic of the case so
	quickly all the time?)
	

=Move -> Lamiroir's Dressing Room=

---
July 9
Lamiroir's Dressing Room
---

...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH...

Apollo:
Uh oh...

Apollo:
There's only one person I 
know who can munch with
such... venom.

Ema:
...What are you doing here?

Apollo:
Hello, Ema.  You're looking as
grumpy as ever.

Ema:
Oh, am I supposed to be happy?

Ema:
You give me the second degree
in court, and Prosecutor Gavin
makes me look like a fool.

Apollo:
...You're talking about the
blood stain Mr. LeTouse left?

Ema:
My department chief had a
field day with that one.

Ema:
"Even a blind person could see
the shooter wasn't blind!"
Funny guy, huh?

Trucy:
But that blood stain helped
uncover the biggest mystery
of all!

Apollo:
Now we know that Mr. LeTouse
was really with Interpol.

Trucy:
We wouldn't have found that
out without you!

Ema:
I suppose.

Ema:
Maybe that's why the chief
gave me these after he was
finished chewing me out.

Ema:
Said it was my reward.

Apollo:
...Are chocolate Snackoos
popular down at the precinct
or something?

Ema:
...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH...

Trucy:
...I was hoping we could check
out the crime scene again.

Ema:
Be my guest.  You're not going
to find any clues in here.

Ema:
...Though I did find something
strange.

Trucy:
Something strange?


	=Examine Air Vent=
	
	Apollo:
	That's the air vent with
	Machi Tobaye's fingerprints.
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	What's with the frown?
	
	Ema:
	Can't a girl frown anymore?
	Is that a crime?
	
	Apollo:
	Ack!  No, of course not,
	I just meant...
	
	Ema:
	Machi Tobaye's fingerprints
	are on that air vent.
	
	Ema:
	Why would his fingerprints be
	there if he wasn't the
	shooter?
	
	Apollo:
	(That's not a question I want
	to have to answer in court.)
	
	Ema:
	Hey!  Wipe that frown off your
	face.
	
	Ema:
	One stick in the mud per
	crime scene, please.
	
	Apollo:
	(I guess girls can frown,
	but defense attorneys can't.)
	
	
	=Examine Carpet Square=
	
	Apollo:
	Look, the carpet's been torn
	up here.
	
	Trucy:
	That's the part we did the
	lunimol testing on in court!
	
	Ema:
	"Loony mall"?  What's a "Loony
	mall"!?  It's "Luminol"!
	Get it right!
	
	Trucy:
	...!
	
	Trucy:
	Ema's kind of scary when it
	comes to science.
	
	Apollo:
	...Best learn the word and
	not incite her wrath again.
	
	
	=Present Badge=
	
	Ema:
	You know, you're a bit like
	Mr. Wright.
	
	Ema:
	He always carried his badge
	around, too.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh?
	
	Ema:
	I think he did it so he'd
	never forget who he was, or
	his duty as a defender.
	
	Ema:
	Something like that.  Pretty
	noble, really.
	
	Apollo:
	(I guess there really isn't
	a need for me to carry this
	around.)
	
	Apollo:
	(Though it seems to have made
	a decent impression...)
	
	
	=Present Lyrics Sheet=
	
	Ema:
	Why did they have to commit
	their crime according to the
	song?
	
	Ema:
	Seems like it'd be more
	trouble than it's worth.
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe they were trying to
	throw off the investigation?
	
	Ema:
	That's certainly possible.
	But risky, don't you think?
	
	Ema:
	Just carrying someone as
	big as Mr. LeTouse would be
	tough enough.
	
	Apollo:
	(She may be a snacking fiend,
	but sometimes, she actually
	makes some sense.)
	
	
	=Present Revolver=
	
	Ema:
	That's an Interpol-issue
	revolver, right?
	
	Apollo:
	Which means it belonged to
	Mr. LeTouse.  He must have
	had it to begin with.
	
	Ema:
	Sounds that way.
	
	Apollo:
	So, if it was Machi...
	
	Apollo:
	Are we saying Machi stole it
	from Mr. LeTouse...?
	
	Ema:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	(Now that's really hard to
	imagine him doing...)
	
	
	=Present Other=
	
	Apollo:
	Do you think you could take
	a look at this, Ema?
	
	Ema:
	...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH...
	
	Apollo:
	Ema...?
	
	Ema:
	...MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH...
	
	Apollo:
	(Her rate of chewing is
	increasing...)
	
	Apollo:
	(Better back off before it's
	too late!)
	
	
	=Talk -> The trial today=
	
	Ema:
	I met my embarrassment quota
	for the year, that's for sure.
	
	Trucy:
	Well, that's a good thing,
	isn't it?
	
	Ema:
	Um, how?
	
	Trucy:
	I mean, think about it.
	
	Trucy:
	Now you don't have to be
	embarrassed about anything
	else all year!
	
	Apollo:
	...If only it worked that way.
	
	Ema:
	It just bugs me to think that
	little kid outsmarted me.
	
	Ema:
	And it makes him even more
	suspicious now that we know
	he can see!
	
	Ema:
	He could have seen the air
	duct, and he could have shot
	that revolver.
	
	Trucy:
	But that's not how it sounded
	in Lamiroir's testimony.
	
	Ema:
	You mean her saying she heard
	Detective Daryan's voice at
	the scene?  Hmm...
	
	Trucy:
	That's right!
	
	Ema:
	Why can't we have a normal,
	straightforward killing once
	in a while in this country!?
	
	Apollo:
	I'll pretend I didn't hear
	that.
	
	
	=Talk -> The case=
	
	Ema:
	Was that true what you said
	in court today?
	
	Ema:
	You know, about the case...
	
	Ema:
	About how everything was
	happening according to
	those song lyrics?
	
	Apollo:
	..."The Guitar's Serenade",
	you mean?
	
	Trucy:
	I found the link, you know!
	
	Trucy:
	First, Prosecutor Gavin's
	heart-shaped key ring was
	stolen.
	
	Trucy:
	Then Lamiroir flew through
	the air.
	
	Trucy:
	Then Prosecutor Gavin's
	guitar caught on fire.
	
	Trucy:
	And in the end, a bullet took
	Mr. LeTouse's life...
	
	Trucy:
	And he went up into the sky
	with a guitar... Well, thirty
	feet up, at least.
	
	Ema:
	It is kind of hard to chalk it
	up to coincidence, hmm.
	
	Trucy:
	I know!
	And I found it.
	
	Ema:
	You think the same person
	did all of this?
	
	Apollo:
	Don't ask me.  I didn't do it.
	
	Ema:
	Neither did I!  I couldn't fit
	through that air vent anyway.
	
	Trucy:
	What... You all think I did
	it!?
	
	Apollo:
	(Sometimes I worry about
	that girl.)
	
	
	=Talk -> Something strange=
	
	Trucy:
	...So what did you find?
	
	Ema:
	It's so little I must have
	passed over it yesterday.
	
	Ema:
	I found it under the sofa.
	
	Trucy:
	...What is it?
	
	Ema:
	Part of some device, I think.
	I haven't a clue what.
	
	Ema:
	The bit sticking out from
	the end looked familiar, so
	I had it examined.
	
	Ema:
	Turns out it's an antenna.
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh, like on a beetle?
	
	Ema:
	Like on a cell phone.  This
	device must use an electronic
	signal of some sort.
	
	Trucy:
	An electronic signal, you say?
	Hmm...
	
	
	=Present Switch=
	
	Apollo:
	Do you think you could take
	a look at this?
	
	Ema:
	Hmm.  A small device... Looks
	like a transmitter.
	
	Trucy:
	A transmitter?
	
	Ema:
	You press this switch here
	and it sends out a signal.
	
	Ema:
	No idea what it's for, though.
	
	((continue if you've had "Something strange" conversation))
	
	Apollo:
	A signal... You mean an
	electronic signal?
	
	Trucy:
	What is it, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	Say, Ema...
	
	Apollo:
	You know that "strange
	object" you said you found?
	
	Ema:
	Oh, this?
	
	Apollo:
	Let me try pressing this
	switch...
	
	Ema:
	......
	
	Ema:
	Yeeeeeeeeeeooooooouch!
	
	Trucy:
	I-I-It's on fire!  Ema's
	device is on fire!
	
	Ema:
	What's the big idea!?
	
	Apollo:
	...Ack!
	
	Ema:
	Well, now we know what this
	is: an igniter.
	
	Trucy:
	This part here must work
	like a lighter!
	
	Ema:
	It nearly lit me up, that's
	for sure!
	
----------------------------
Switch
Type: Other
Retrieved from
the stage.
Found on the stage.  Triggers
an igniter.  Use with caution.

	=Check -> Examine Button=
	
	Apollo:
	This switch triggers an
	igniter.
	
	Trucy:
	Too bad, I was hoping it
	was for a bomb that would
	blow up the whole coliseum.
	
	Apollo:
	You're scaring me.
	
	Apollo:
	If Ema hears you talking like
	that she'll arrest you.
	
	Trucy:
	And then she'll do all sorts of
	scientific tests!
	
	Trucy:
	Like splitting your hairdo
	into three separate spikes.
	
	Trucy:
	While she stands by,
	laughing and laughing in
	her high-pitched voice.
	
	Apollo:
	...I said she'd arrest you,
	not me.  And she's not some
	kind of mad scientist.
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Trucy:
	Did you just hear someone
	laughing?
	
----------------------------	
	
	
	Apollo:
	Hey, don't look at me like
	that.  I didn't do it on 
	purpose!
	
	Ema:
	I suppose.  At least, we're
	getting somewhere with this
	case.
	
	Trucy:
	Hey, Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	Let's ask Ema more about
	this switch!
	
	Trucy:
	Now that she has some
	first-hand experience.
	
	
	=Present Switch (again)=
	
	Ema:
	What!  You aren't trying to
	burn me up again, are you?
	
	Ema:
	Who sent you to get me?  Who?
	
	Apollo:
	I'm not out to get you,
	promise.
	
	Ema:
	Promise!?  No promise is good
	enough with you still
	carrying that weapon around!
	
	Ema:
	Try burning me again with
	that trigger of yours...
	
	Ema:
	...and I'll throw 100 bags
	worth of Snackoos at you!
	
	Apollo:
	(I've never seen someone
	munch so furiously.  Better
	stay clear for a while.)
	
	
	=Talk -> The switch=
	
	Ema:
	...What are you trying to do,
	burn me alive!?
	
	Apollo:
	C'mon, it was just a few
	sparks.
	
	Ema:
	Says you!  You weren't the
	one holding it!
	
	Trucy:
	There's enough sparks flying
	around here just with you
	two talking.
	
	Apollo:
	Anyway...
	
	Apollo:
	Now we know this is a remote
	for an igniter.
	
	Ema:
	Let me see that for a second.
	
	Ema:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	Well?
	
	Ema:
	Well, this is definitely
	a little transmitter.
	
	Ema:
	The signal's weak, probably
	only reaches thirty feet.
	
	Trucy:
	A transmitter, huh...
	
	** Remote Trigger updated in the
	Court Record. **
	
----------------------------
Remote Trigger
Type: Other
Retrieved from
the stage.
Found on the stage.  Triggers
an igniter within 30 feet.
----------------------------

	Ema:
	Incidentally, if you look at
	a cross-section diagram of
	the stage area...
	
	Ema:
	...Let's see, thirty feet
	from Lamiroir's dressing
	room...
	
	Ema:
	That covers the backstage
	completely.
	
	Ema:
	It also looks like it would
	cover the stage.
	
	Apollo:
	(It kind of seems unlikely
	anyone would use this on
	stage...)
	
	** Forum Diagram added to the
	Court Record. **
	
----------------------------
Forum Diagram
Type: Maps
Received from
Ema Skye.
Cross-section diagram of the
Sunshine Coliseum.  Touch the
Check Button for details.
----------------------------

Ema:
...Guess I'd best be getting
on with my investigation.

Apollo:
We're off to look for more
clues elsewhere, then.

Ema:
I feel better just knowing
what this thing is now.

Ema:
I'll have to look into
igniters a bit more later.

Trucy:
Good luck!

Apollo:
(I'd like to know a bit more
about igniters myself...)

** Igniter added to
the Court Record. **

----------------------------
Igniter
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Lamiroir's Dressing Room.
Found at the crime scene.
Emits a flame when triggered
by remote control.

	=Check -> Examine Tube=
	
	Apollo:
	All these little parts... It's
	pretty complex.
	
	Apollo:
	I'm guessing this is where
	the fire comes out.  Other than
	that...
	
	Trucy:
	Good thing machines run even
	if we don't know how they
	work!
	
	Trucy:
	...That's what Daddy always
	says.
	
	Apollo:
	Not really a saying you want
	to go around repeating, Trucy.
	
----------------------------


=Move -> Sunshine Coliseum=

---
July 9
Sunshine Coliseum
---

Daryan:
What?  Come to laugh at the 
murderer?

Trucy:
Daryan...

Daryan:
That old bag opens her pie
hole, and wham-bam my life
goes down the chute.  Thanks!

Daryan:
They won't let me work while
I'm a suspect!

Trucy:
Daryan isn't in the best of
moods, is he?

Apollo:
Not many people are these
days, it seems.

Trucy:
It is a crime scene.  Not
exactly the happiest place
to hang out.

Daryan:
Then Gavin had to go rub salt
in the wound...

Daryan:
My alibi's rock solid.
Rock solid!


	=Present Lyrics Sheet=
	
	Daryan:
	"The Guitar's Serenade", eh?
	Classic tearjerker, that one.
	
	Trucy:
	You don't think he based it
	on a real experience, do you?
	
	Daryan:
	Probably not.  He writes by
	feeling, more than memory.
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh!  You mean the songs just
	kind of "come to him"?
	
	Daryan:
	Yeah, something like that.
	I guess you could call him
	a genius.
	
	Daryan:
	Of course he changes the song
	and lyrics on a whim.  Drives
	me up the wall.
	
	Apollo:
	He makes his court cases on
	a whim sometimes, too.
	
	Daryan:
	He changed the lyrics to a
	song just before a recording
	the other day, even.
	
	Daryan:
	Wants to put in this line
	about a university student
	obsessed with girls.  Whatever!
	
	Apollo:
	(Hmm?  Why does that sound
	strangely familiar?)
	
	Daryan:
	Of course it always turns out
	good in the end.  That's his
	talent, I suppose.
	

	=Present Other=
	
	Daryan:
	Look, if you want to talk
	about the case, talk to
	someone else, 'kay?
	
	Daryan:
	Don't want Gavin having
	another one of his hissy fits.
	
	
	=Talk -> Your alibi=
	
	Trucy:
	So, about your alibi...
	
	Daryan:
	You have to ask?
	
	Daryan:
	The shooting happened right in
	the middle of the third set!
	
	Apollo:
	Um... that's right.
	
	Apollo:
	(The music was blaring when
	we heard those gunshots...)
	
	Apollo:
	(...And found Mr. LeTouse
	dead.)
	
	Daryan:
	I've got ten thousand
	witnesses who saw me, too.
	
	Daryan:
	Right there on that stage.
	
	Trucy:
	Your guitar playing was
	something else!
	
	Daryan:
	Thanks, little lady.
	...See?
	
	Daryan:
	This whole thing's a sham.
	I can't believe they aren't
	letting me work!
	
	Apollo:
	There's no need to yell at
	me...
	(It's Lamiroir's fault...)
	
	Apollo:
	(She was the one who said
	she heard his voice at the
	moment of the crime...)
	
	Daryan:
	Man, I never even talked to
	that old windbag!
	
	Daryan:
	How could she possibly
	identify me?
	
	
	=Talk -> Prosecutor Gavin=
	
	Trucy:
	They won't let you work?
	
	Daryan:
	He won't let me work!  Gavin!
	Says I gotta lie low till
	the suspicion is cleared.
	
	Daryan:
	What suspicion!?  He can be
	such a stick in the mud.
	
	Trucy:
	Mr. Gavin?  A stick in the mud?
	
	Daryan:
	He may look all flashy and
	showy, but he's straight as
	an arrow, man.
	
	Daryan:
	...'Cept when he's depressed.
	
	Daryan:
	You hear him whining the
	other day?
	
	Apollo:
	Oh, you mean the thing with
	the mixing board?
	
	Klavier:
	...And then there was that
	performance just now.
	What was that all about!?
	
	Apollo:
	This part is off.
	
	Klavier:
	Which is that?  Hmm...
	2nd Guitar.
	
	Daryan:
	Ah.
	
	Klavier:
	It was you Daryan!
	
	Daryan:
	He's just a perfectionist,
	is all.  Not a bad guy, really.
	
	Trucy:
	Well, I think the Gavinners
	are the best!
	
	Trucy:
	I have all your albums.
	
	Daryan:
	The band's fine, too.  Gavin
	can write a good tune, I'll
	give him that.
	

Apollo:
Come to think of it, I haven't
seen Prosecutor Gavin around
much.

Daryan:
Oh, him?  He's down at the
prosecutor's office, most
likely.

Apollo:
The prosecutor's office...
(I've never been there,
have I.)

Daryan:
The data on the victim should
have come in from Interpol.

Daryan:
...Normally, I'd be down there
dealing with it.  Normally.

Trucy:
Apollo!  Let's go check it out!
I've always wanted to see the
prosecutor's office.

Apollo:
Hmm... Maybe that's not such
a bad idea.

Trucy:
Right on!

Daryan:
Say "hi" for me, OK?
Oh, and "screw you".

Daryan:
And tell him I want into that
crime scene!

Apollo:
...Um, we'll be going now.

Daryan:
Hey, wait.

Apollo:
Y...Yes?

Daryan:
What do you really think
happened?  Really?

Daryan:
You don't think I did it,
right?

Apollo:
W-Well...

Daryan:
Great.  Way to instill a guy
with some confidence.

Daryan:
Just remember, I was ripping
it up on stage when it
happened, OK?  Ripping!

Apollo:
...!

Daryan:
Don't get led astray by
some siren song, eh?

Daryan:
Get this one wrong, and you'll
be eating humble pie for a
year.  I'll bake it myself.

Trucy:
Let's... not talk to him
anymore.  Alright?

Apollo:
(Detective Daryan Crescend...
He's one stone I'd leave
unturned if I had a choice.)

	
=Move -> Backstage Hallway=

---
July 9
Backstage Hallway
---

Apollo:
...This place is deserted.

Trucy:
I wonder where Lamiroir went
off to?

Apollo:
I'm sure she's OK on her
own.  She seems resourceful.

Trucy:
I guess... But I can't help
worry about her a little.


=Move -> Gavin's Office=

---
July 9
Prosecutor Gavin's Office
---

Trucy:
So... this is it.

Trucy:
The Gavinners's head office.

Apollo:
It's not the band's office.
It's the prosecutor's office.

Klavier:
Yeah, so that's why I am 
asking, what is this creepy
thing... object... whatever.

Apollo:
...Looks like Prosecutor Gavin
is on the phone.

Trucy:
Oh well, guess we'll have to
come back.

Trucy:
Or we can hide behind that
bookshelf real quiet-like...

Apollo:
...That's eavesdropping.

Trucy:
Why?  We'd just be waiting.
Quietly.  So he didn't notice.

Trucy:
What if we heard something
scandalous about the band!?

Apollo:
(She'd make a good reporter...
for a gossip mag.)

Klavier:
What?  A "replica"...?

Klavier:
So why was he after it in the
first place?  Yeah, LeTouse!

Apollo:
(LeTouse...?)

Klavier:
Look, don't talk to me about
those Borginians, OK?

Klavier:
Just get me that report,
chop chop.

Klavier:
...And stop leaving mysterious
objects in my office, OK?

...*beep*...

Klavier:
It's times like this when
I start to miss Daryan...

Klavier:
...Huh?

Apollo:
Erm, hiya!

Trucy:
Tee hee!
Just thought we'd drop in.
Hope you're not mad...?

Klavier:
...How could I be?  There's not
enough "tee hee" in the world,
in any case.

Klavier:
Have a seat.

Apollo:
(Prosecutor Gavin, the
philanthropist.)

Trucy:
Watch and learn, Apollo!

Klavier:
So, who have you come to see?

Trucy:
Huh?

Klavier:
Klavier, lead vocalist for the
Gavinners?

Klavier:
Or Prosecutor Gavin, scourge
of the courtroom?

Trucy:
What do you think he means,
Apollo?

Apollo:
I think he's giving us a 
choice.

Apollo;
We can either ask him about
the concert... or the case.

Apollo:
(Which way to go?)


	=Examine Burnt Guitar=
	
	Apollo:
	That was an impressive bit
	of pyrotechnics that did this.
	
	Trucy:
	That's the guitar from the
	concert, isn't it...
	
	Klavier:
	I thought it was one of the
	staff playing a gag on me.
	
	Klavier:
	I never guessed that wasn't
	the end of it...
	
	Klavier:
	I had a specialist analyze the
	guitar, incidentally.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh?  Did you find anything out?
	
	Klavier:
	He didn't have a lot of time,
	so it's still unclear...
	
	Klavier:
	But the results he came up
	with were... intriguing.
	
	Apollo:
	Intriguing?
	
	Apollo:
	(How does that guitar tie into
	everything that went on?)
	
	Trucy:
	Sounds like something we
	should ask about.
	
	
	=Examine Guitar Display=
	
	Apollo:
	Look at all the guitars!
	Why so many?
	
	Klavier:
	You can never have too many
	guitars.  They are like...
	my lovers.
	
	Apollo:
	(I didn't just hear him say
	that.)
	
	Trucy:
	They're backup guitars,
	Apollo.  Don't you know
	anything?
	
	Trucy:
	Rock 'n' rollers always
	smash their guitars at the
	end of a show!
	
	Apollo:
	No wonder it's so hard to make
	it as a musician.
	
	Trucy:
	You know what, you should try
	rocking a little, Apollo.
	
	Apollo:
	And breaking his guitars while
	he watches?  That might be a
	little too rocking.
	
	Klavier:
	Ah ha ha ha.  Of course,
	I would never do such a thing.
	
	Klavier:
	Did I not say, they are like
	my lovers?
	
	Klavier:
	Do I seem like the kind of
	man who would do such a thing
	to ones he loves?
	
	Trucy:
	No, no!  Not at all!  I mean,
	you're Mr. Gavin, upstanding
	prosecutor!
	
	Apollo:
	(What happened to Prosecutor
	Gavin, god of rock?)
	
	
	=Examine Window=
	
	Klavier:
	The view is exhilarating, ja?
	
	Klavier:
	I sit here, gazing down upon
	the city, writing my songs.
	
	Apollo:
	Try working on cases.
	
	Klavier:
	It is the same thing.
	
	Klavier:
	I write lyrics the same way
	I corroborate evidence.
	
	Klavier:
	It is a harmony between the
	logical mind, and the primal
	spirit within!
	
	Apollo:
	(Is it so hard to admit that
	you like staring out your 
	window and daydreaming?)
	
	
	=Examine Monitor=
	
	Apollo:
	This display shows all the
	evidence for the case.
	
	Trucy:
	Look, Apollo!  He's got three
	televisions!
	
	Klavier:
	Hey, don't look at those
	too closely.  I'm still sorting
	out the details.
	
	Apollo:
	(Each monitor shows evidence
	for a different case.  He
	does them all at once!?)
	
	Trucy:
	I wish I had three TVs.
	
	Apollo:
	What would you possibly do
	with three television sets?
	
	Trucy:
	I may look laid back and
	relaxed, but in reality,
	I'm quite busy, you know!
	
	Trucy:
	I'm living life at turbo
	speed!  Doing magic, going to
	school, investigating cases...
	
	Trucy:
	But... But if I had three
	big TVs...!
	
	Trucy:
	I could watch a magic video,
	do my homework, and catch a
	crime drama all at once!
	
	Apollo:
	The first two seem useful,
	I suppose.
	
	
	=Examine Reclining Chair=
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Trucy:
	What's wrong, Apollo?  You
	look confused.
	
	Apollo:
	I was just wondering where
	the "work chair" in this
	office was.
	
	Klavier:
	You're looking at my favorite
	chair right now.
	
	Apollo:
	...That's a massage chair,
	isn't it?
	
	Klavier:
	That is an ergonomic,
	adjustable office--
	
	Trucy:
	I love the ones with the
	vibrating rollers on your
	back!  Those feel great!
	
	Klavier:
	......
	
	Trucy:
	Did I say something wrong?
	
	Klavier:
	No.  I merely realized the
	futility of an explanation.
	
	
	
	
	=Examine Desk=
	
	Trucy:
	Wow, look at that stereo!
	
	Klavier:
	To me, a life without music
	is inconceivable.
	
	Klavier:
	I never turn down the volume,
	even when I'm working on a
	case.
	
	Trucy:
	That's such a huge speaker!
	It must be really loud!
	
	Klavier:
	This room is completely
	soundproof, of course.
	
	Trucy:
	Really?  At my place I can hear
	when the neighbors turn their
	VCR on to record something.
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe you can get Mr. Wright
	to talk to them, work
	something out?
	
	Trucy:
	And lately, we've been getting
	complaints about Apollo's
	voice training.
	
	Apollo:
	...Maybe I'll go have a word
	with Mr. Wright, too.
	
	
	=Examine Jar=
	
	Trucy:
	What's that on the plate
	there?
	
	Apollo:
	Is that... gum?
	
	Trucy:
	Gum...?
	
	Apollo:
	Maybe he was chewing it when
	the phone rang.
	
	Apollo:
	So he put it on the plate for
	later consumption.
	
	Trucy:
	You'd think a rock star could
	afford a fresh stick.
	
	Klavier:
	Don't jump to any conclusions,
	now.
	
	Klavier:
	That's no chewing gum.
	Take a closer look...
	
	Klavier:
	...Although I really shouldn't
	be offering, should I.
	
	Apollo:
	(What is that...?)
	
	Apollo:
	(It looks like a lump of
	plastic...?)
	
	Trucy:
	Wait, that phone call...
	
	Klavier:
	Yeah, so that's why I am
	asking, what is this creepy
	thing... object... whatever.
	
	Apollo:
	...Looks like Prosecutor Gavin
	is on the phone.
	
	Klavier:
	What?  A "replica"...?
	
	Klavier:
	So why was he after it in the
	first place?  Yeah, LeTouse!
	
	Apollo:
	Prosecutor Gavin, does this
	have something to do with
	Mr. LeTouse?
	
	Klavier:
	...Wait a second!
	
	Klavier:
	You were listening to my
	phone call, weren't you!?
	
	Trucy:
	Who?  Us?
	
	Trucy:
	I-I tried to stop him, really!
	But he forced me to!
	
	Apollo:
	Hey, you were the one digging
	for a scandal, Ms. Reporter!
	
	Klavier:
	...Too [sic] tell the truth, I'm
	not even sure what it is.
	
	Klavier:
	But apparently, it's a model
	of something undercover agent
	Mr. LeTouse was after.
	
	Trucy:
	This... lump?
	
	Apollo:
	Would you mind telling us
	what you do know about it?
	
	
	=Present Lyrics Sheet=
	
	Klavier:
	The Guitar's Serenade... Might
	I ask, did you enjoy it?
	
	Trucy:
	It's a lovely song!  I got all
	teary-eyed!
	
	Apollo:
	Ah yes, the "cursed song that
	turned a concert into a
	tragedy", wasn't it?
	
	Klavier:
	I was singing it for you,
	Fräulein.
	
	Trucy:
	Whoa!  Th-That's so special!
	
	Apollo:
	...It was Lamiroir singing,
	actually.
	
	Klavier:
	I am glad you were moved.
	It is that kind of song.
	
	Apollo:
	(......Ack!  I've run out of
	snide comments!)
	
	
	=Present Remote=
	
	Apollo:
	Prosecutor Gavin, about this
	remote...
	(Wait!)
	
	Klavier:
	Excuse me, did you say
	something?
	
	Apollo:
	(This remote control might be
	valuable ammunition for the
	trial tomorrow!)
	
	Apollo:
	(It's too early to show my
	hand now...)
	
	Klavier:
	You would think someone with
	such a loud voice would speak
	more clearly, ja?
	
	
	=Present Headset=
	
	Klavier:
	That looks like one of our
	tour-issue headsets.
	
	Klavier:
	Why are you wearing it,
	Fräulein?
	
	Trucy:
	I thought it'd be cool!
	I could pretend I was concert
	security and stuff.
	
	Apollo:
	Actually, we found it at the
	venue and thought you might
	want it.
	
	Klavier:
	Oh, no, please, you keep it.
	
	Klavier:
	It goes well with your cape,
	Fräulein.
	
	Trucy:
	Tee hee!  You think?
	
	Apollo:
	(She does look like she
	belongs on a stage, that's
	for sure.)
	
	
	=Present Other=
	
	Klavier:
	My apologies, but there's no
	way I'm going to talk details
	about the case with you.
	
	Klavier:
	If you want to get my
	attention, bring me
	something... dramatic.
	
	Apollo:
	(I'm not here to get your
	attention, Gavin...)
	
	Apollo:
	(...I'm here to get your
	information.)
	
	
	=Talk -> The case=
	
	Klavier:
	Ah, that reminds me, did you
	see the paper today?
	
	Trucy:
	Yes!
	
	Trucy:
	I always read the TV section.
	
	Klavier:
	Good girl.  How about you,
	Herr Forehead?
	
	Apollo:
	...I read the funnies.
	
	Klavier:
	...Then you will not have
	seen this!
	
	Apollo:
	"Concert of Tragedy -- The
	Prosecutor's Deadly Song!"
	
	Trucy:
	Ooh, is that a new show?
	I haven't heard about that
	one.
	
	Klavier:
	It's not a show.  It's an
	article.  News, you know?
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, does this have anything
	to do with the case...?
	
	Klavier:
	Since getting back from the
	trial, my phone has been
	ringing off the hook!
	
	Klavier:
	"How does it feel to take a
	man's life with a song?"
	
	Klavier:
	"Have you ever hummed a man
	all the way to death row?"
	
	Klavier:
	"Do you think you could sing
	for me over the phone?"
	
	Klavier:
	...It is endless.  Endless!
	Thanks to the case you made
	today, of course.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, that was all Apollo's
	idea!
	
	Apollo:
	(Hey!)
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm?  Is that a newspaper over
	there, too?
	
	Klavier:
	Ah yes.  The Borginian Daily
	Bugle.  Go ahead, take a look.
	
	Apollo:
	Um, thanks, but I can't read
	Borginian.
	
	Klavier:
	Oh, that's right.
	
	Klavier:
	Suffice it to say this is big
	news over there as well.
	
	Klavier:
	Though they didn't go so far
	as to mention the lyrics to
	my song.
	
	Trucy:
	Probably no one in Borginia
	could believe it.
	
	Klavier:
	...It's probably seen as "just
	a theory" at this point.
	
	Klavier:
	Their journalists didn't see
	the need to mention it.
	
	Apollo:
	That makes sense.  I hardly
	know what to think of it
	myself.
	
	** Borginian Newspaper added to
	the Court Record. **
	
----------------------------
Borginian Newspaper
Type: Documents
Received at Prosecutor
Gavin's Office.
Article about the case.  It
doesn't mention the lyrics
of Lamiroir's ballad.
----------------------------

	Klavier:
	Lamiroir's testimony will
	probably be in the evening
	edition, I'd imagine.
	
	Klavier:
	Which is why I've had Daryan
	step down from the
	investigation for now.
	
	Trucy:
	Yeah, we ran into him moping
	in front of the coliseum.
	
	Klavier:
	Lamiroir was my invited guest,
	so it is a rather delicate
	situation...
	
	Klavier:
	...You understand how much I
	want to solve this case.
	Quickly, if possible.
	
	
	=Talk -> The Guitar's Serenade=
	
	Trucy:
	I really love that song.  It
	has such a great atmosphere
	to it.
	
	Apollo:
	You co-wrote it with Lamiroir,
	if I remember correctly?
	
	Klavier:
	That's right.  It was last
	year...
	
	Klavier:
	I had gone to tour Borginia's
	legal system, as a matter of
	fact.
	
	Trucy:
	And that's when you heard
	Lamiroir's voice?
	
	Klavier:
	It was at a small jazz club.
	...I wept that night.
	
	Klavier:
	I knew I had to meet her, to
	talk with her.
	
	Klavier:
	So I used my influence, which
	is not inconsiderable, to
	arrange a meeting.
	
	Trucy:
	Wow, prosecutors really have
	a lot of clout.
	
	Apollo:
	I think he's sort of a special
	case, Trucy.
	
	Klavier:
	Thankfully, she liked the work
	I did, and we wrote a song
	right there, backstage.
	
	Klavier:
	Machi on piano, that dulcet
	voice...
	
	Klavier:
	And myself on a guitar that
	I borrowed from Lamiroir.
	
	Trucy:
	And music history was made!
	
	Trucy:
	Probably not an experience
	your average lawyer would
	ever have.  Like Apollo, say.
	
	Klavier:
	It is a memory I hold dear.
	And the song we wrote that
	night... was this.
	
	Klavier:
	And that very guitar is right
	over there.
	
	Apollo:
	You mean... this charred lump?
	
	Trucy:
	Don't call it a lump!  That's
	a piece of history!
	
	Trucy:
	And it's only browned, not
	really "charred".
	
	Klavier:
	No matter.  I shall never sing
	that song again.
	
	Klavier:
	I wouldn't have used that
	guitar again either, even if
	I could have.
	
	Apollo:
	(What happened during that
	song, anyway?)
	
	Apollo:
	(Why did his guitar suddenly
	catch on fire?)
	
	Trucy:
	Do you think you could show it
	to us?
	
	Trucy:
	Your charred... I mean
	slightly burnt guitar?
	
	Apollo:
	I'm sure he doesn't mind.
	What more could happen to it?
	
	
	=Talk -> Lamiroir's guitar=
	
	Klavier:
	...It was a beautiful
	instrument.  It was played
	lovingly for many years.
	
	Klavier:
	A guitar befitting a woman
	like Lamiroir.
	
	Trucy:
	How did it end up here?
	
	Klavier:
	She gave it to me.
	
	Klavier:
	I mentioned how much I enjoyed
	playing it that night, and she
	made a present of it.
	
	Trucy:
	So this guitar is from
	Borginia?
	
	Klavier:
	That it is.
	
	Klavier:
	We couldn't carry it on the
	plane.  Changes in air pressure
	and humidity ruin the wood.
	
	Klavier:
	So, we vacuum packed it in
	Lamiroir's studio.
	
	Klavier:
	I used a special shipping
	service available to me
	for transporting evidence.
	
	Klavier:
	They brought it right up to
	my office for me.
	
	Klavier:
	...Pristine and untouched.
	
	Trucy:
	See, prosecutors do have a lot
	of clout.
	
	Apollo:
	Um, I still think he's a
	special case.
	
	Trucy:
	Such a valuable guitar...
	It's too bad it got burned.
	
	** Prosecutor Gavin's Guitar
	added to the Court Record. **
	
----------------------------
Prosecutor Gavin's Guitar
Type: Other
Received at Prosecutor
Gavin's Office.
A gift from Lamiroir, sent
from Borginia.  Burned the
night of the concert.

	=Check -> Examine Burnt Hole=
	
	Apollo:
	There's lightly scorched,
	and then there's this...
	
	Trucy:
	It's burned clean through!
	
	Apollo:
	Yep.  It's pretty much a
	useless piece of junk.
	
	Trucy:
	...It's kind of like you after
	a trial, Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	(Which part?  The burned clean
	through, or the useless
	piece of junk?)
	
----------------------------

	Apollo:
	What was it that you were
	saying earlier?

	Apollo:
	...Something about intriguing
	results from an examination
	of the guitar?

	Trucy:
	That's right!  What was
	that all about?	

	Klavier:
	Well, you know how guitars
	have a round hole in the
	front?

	Klavier:
	It is called the "sound hole".

	Apollo:
	Ah, so that's what it's
	called.

	Klavier:
	Well, they found something
	attached to the wood just
	inside the hole.

	Klavier:
	...A broken device of some
	sort.

	Trucy:
	A broken... device?

	Klavier:
	Yes.  This, in fact.

	Klavier:
	The examiner is busy with
	evidence for the case now,
	however.

	Klavier:
	So he'll be checking this out
	once he's finished with
	everything else.

	Trucy:
	Hmm...

	Apollo:
	(Odd.  That device looks
	strangely familiar...)
	
	
	=Present Igniter=
	
	Apollo:
	(It has to be one of these...)
	
	Trucy:
	What is it, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	That "device" that was
	found in your guitar...!
	
	Apollo:
	...Take a look at this.
	
	Klavier:
	...!  Why, that looks like the
	same thing!  What is it...?
	
	Apollo:
	It's an igniter.
	
	Trucy:
	A-Another one!?
	
	Apollo:
	It was at the crime scene...
	In Lamiroir's dressing room.
	
	Apollo:
	Detective Skye found it,
	actually.
	
	Klavier:
	...At the scene of the crime?
	What could that mean,
	I wonder?	
	
----------------------------
Igniter
Type: Evidence
Retrieved from
Lamiroir's Dressing Room.
Identical igniters in Gavin's
guitar and at the crime scene.
Triggered by "Remote Trigger".
----------------------------	
	
	
	=Talk -> The strange lump=
	
	Klavier:
	This was found in
	Mr. LeTouse's bag.
	
	Klavier:
	It's apparently a replica
	of something.
	
	Apollo:
	A replica...
	
	Apollo:
	(It's a small lump, about
	an inch and a half long.)
	
	Klavier:
	We analyzed it... but there's
	not much to say, other than
	it's a lump of plastic.
	
	Klavier:
	Perhaps it was to be used in
	the identification of whatever
	it is a replica of.
	
	Apollo:
	You mean... whatever
	Mr. LeTouse was after?
	
	Klavier:
	That seems to be the most
	logical explanation.
	
	Trucy:
	Well?  Well?  What is it?
	
	Klavier:
	Don't ask me, Fräulein.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh?  If you don't want to
	tell us, you could just say
	so.
	
	Klavier:
	I've put in a request to
	Interpol via my contacts in
	Borginia...
	
	Klavier:
	But, apparently there is a
	block on information somewhere
	along the chain.
	
	Trucy:
	Oh?
	
	Klavier:
	Something Interpol doesn't
	want to tell Borginia...
	
	Klavier:
	Something about this little
	piece of plastic.
	
	Apollo:
	(Mr. LeTouse went through all
	that trouble to become
	Lamiroir's manager...)
	
	Apollo:
	(...just to come to this
	country to find out more
	about... this lump?)
	
	Apollo:
	(And he died for it.)
	
	** Replica added to the Court
	Record. **
	
----------------------------
Replica
Type: Evidence
Received at Prosecutor
Gavin's Office
Replica of something, held by
Mr. LeTouse.  Apparently the
focus of his investigation.

	=Check -> Examine Label=
	
	Apollo:
	"Sample", huh?  Think they put
	a big enough label on it?
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe it's to keep people from
	eating it by mistake.
	
	Apollo:
	Yes, they might think it was
	an otherwise tasty, white
	lump of plastic.
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe it's the manufacturer?
	"Sample Toys: When you can't
	afford the real thing!"
	
	Apollo:
	Sounds like a company
	Mr. Wright would like.
	
----------------------------

	Klavier:
	I've sent someone to the
	coliseum to fetch Lamiroir.

	Klavier:
	Perhaps she knows something
	about it, being a Borginian.
	

Klavier:
I believe that covers
everything I'm at liberty
to talk to you about.

Apollo:
Oh.

Klavier:
Thanks for dropping by,
...Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
Thanks...?

Klavier:
Why, you gave me so much
information!  That igniter,
for instance...

Apollo:
Oh.  That.

Klavier:
I've never met an attorney so
forthcoming with the
prosecution.  It's a big help.

Klavier:
...Or perhaps you're just
a tad naïve, hmm?

Apollo:
(...I guess I could have hid
it, but somehow, showing it
felt like the right thing.)

Apollo:
I could say the same...
to you, Prosecutor Gavin.

Klavier:
...?

Apollo:
Thanks for the information.

Apollo:
About the, er, strange lump
of plastic.

Apollo:
The one that Mr. LeTouse was
investigating.

Trucy:
Hey, that's right...

Klavier;
I've been thinking, Herr
Forehead.

Klavier:
We encounter many incidents
in our lives, all of us.
Not all of them simple.

Apollo:
...Especially not the ones
where people are killing to
song lyrics.

Klavier:
That is why I try to at least
remain simple inside.

Klavier:
And I keep a simple goal:
to discover the truth.

Apollo:
......

Klavier:
That's why I like to keep
relations civil, ja?

Klavier:
...That is all.

Apollo:
...I can live with that.

Trucy:
Um... Mr. Prosecutor?

Klavier:
Fräulein?

Trucy:
Can I ask you why you sing
in a band?

Klavier:
Ah.  Because I want women to
turn and look when I walk
down the street.

Apollo:
That's pretty simple, too.

Klavier:
Now if you'll excuse me, I've
got work to do.  Another time,
perhaps.


	=Examine Replica=
	
	Trucy:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	Why the sudden silence, Trucy?
	
	Trucy:
	Oh, I'm sorry.
	It's nothing, really.
	
	Trucy:
	I was just wondering, wouldn't
	it be cool if that replica
	just happened to vanish?
	
	Apollo:
	(Ah, the young magician at
	work again.)
	
	Trucy:
	Though a simple disappearance
	would kind of lack punch.
	
	Trucy:
	What if it hatched into a
	dove?  Or a person, dressed
	like a dove...
	
	Apollo:
	(There she goes...)
	
	
	=Examine Burnt Guitar=
	
	Apollo:
	The charred remains of what 
	was once a fine guitar.
	
	Trucy:
	Mr. Gavin got it as a present
	from Lamiroir!
	
	Apollo:
	And he had it shipped 
	back from Borginia in
	a vacuum-sealed case.
	
	Trucy:
	Kinda sad how it ended up.
	
	Apollo:
	(...Not to mention there was
	an igniter placed just inside
	the sound hole.)
	
	Apollo:
	(I wish I knew why...)
	
	
	=Examine Guitar Display=
	
	Apollo:
	These guitars are vintage
	models.  Probably pretty
	expensive, too.
	
	Trucy:
	They've even got little
	locks on them!
	
	Apollo:
	Weren't you good at picking
	locks?
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo!
	You don't want me to...?
	
	Trucy:
	...Well, I do kinda like that
	cherry red one!
	
	Apollo:
	I'm kidding!  I'm kidding!
	
	Trucy:
	Oh.  That's too bad.
	
	Apollo:
	(Sorry, my little thief in the 
	making.  Maybe next time.)
	
	
	=Examine Window=
	
	Apollo:
	What floor are we on again?
	The view is incredible!
	
	Trucy:
	Wow!  The people look like
	little rice grains!
	
	Trucy:
	Hey!  That one with the blonde
	hair!  Do you think that's
	Mr. Gavin?
	
	Apollo:
	Uh... He's a little too small
	to see.
	
	Trucy:
	But look at the one next to
	him with the big black poof of
	hair pointing straight ahead!
	
	Apollo:
	Oh yeah, that's Daryan
	alright.
	
	
	=Examine Reclining Chair=
	
	Trucy:
	What a cool chair!
	
	Trucy:
	I'm going to sit in it now
	while no one's looking!
	
	Trucy:
	Wow!  So this is what it feels
	like to be a star!
	
	Apollo:
	(Who would have thought a
	chair could bring so much
	joy into someone's life.)
	
	Trucy:
	I can imagine sitting here,
	strumming my guitar...
	
	Trucy:
	"Oh, it's you, Herr Forehead.
	Sorry... I'm busy.  Woooo."
	
	Apollo:
	You know, that was a
	remarkably good imitation.
	
	Trucy:
	Tee hee!  Maybe I'll make that
	part of my Wonder Bar
	repertoire!
	
	
	=Examine Monitor=
	
	Trucy:
	He left his TV on.  Think we
	should turn it off for him?
	
	Apollo:
	Nah, wouldn't want to make him
	angry.
	
	Trucy:
	OK, if you say so.  It's kind
	of a waste of electricity.
	
	Apollo:
	You just want to play with
	his TV.  I know you.
	
	Trucy:
	Tee hee!  How'd you know?
	
	Trucy:
	It's just, I've never seen a
	TV this big before!
	
	Apollo:
	I hate to break it to you,
	but it's actually a monitor.
	It doesn't play TV shows.
	
	Trucy:
	What!?  You mean no soap
	operas!?  No Saturday morning
	cartoons!?
	
	Apollo:
	...Nope.  Sorry.
	
	Trucy:
	I... I had no idea.
	
	Apollo:
	(There, there, you'll get over
	it.)
	
	
	=Examine Desk=
	
	Apollo:
	That's an insanely big speaker
	for a room this small.
	
	Apollo:
	Oh, look...
	
	Apollo:
	All the CDs are Gavinners
	CDs.
	
	
=Move -> Detention Center=

---
July 9
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---

Trucy:
Looks like Machi is in
questioning.

Apollo:
Huh, the police must have
a Borginian interpreter.

Apollo:
That's no fair.  I wish we
could talk to him.

Trucy:
I guess we'll just have to
come back later if we want
to see him.

Apollo:
I guess so.


	=Examine Camera=
	
	Apollo:
	That security camera is 
	looking at me.
	
	Apollo:
	Does that thing just sit there
	recording 24 hours a day?
	
	Apollo:
	It must use one of those
	ultra-long-play tapes.
	
	
	=Examine Guard=
	
	Apollo:
	A security guard.  He stands
	here, watching this room.
	
	Apollo:
	I think the guard is trying to
	set a record for the longest
	time without blinking.
	
	
=Move -> Sunshine Coliseum=

---
July 9
Sunshine Coliseum
---

Ema:
...Oh, it's you.  You came at
a good time.

Apollo:
Hello there, Ema.  What's up?

Ema:
Either of you know where
Lamiroir is?

Apollo:
Um... well, I saw her in the
backstage hallway a while ago.

Ema:
Yeah?  That's strange...

Trucy:
What's strange?

Ema:
I can't find her anywhere.
I was supposed to bring her
to the prosecutor's office...

Apollo:
(Lamiroir's missing!?)

Ema:
It's hard to imagine her
wandering off somewhere on
her own.

Ema:
...Being that she's blind and
all.

Apollo:
Yeah.  We'll help you look
for her.

Ema:
Great!  Thanks.


=Move -> The stage=

---
July 9, 4:46 PM
In the Wings
---

Trucy:
Huh?  The stage is pitch dark!

Apollo:
The power breaker must be off
for this section... Great.

Trucy:
I'll go get someone!

Trucy:
Yipes, it was really dark 
out there.

Apollo:
Dark... That's all Lamiroir
has, when you think about it.

Apollo:
(What would it be like to
live in a world of darkness?)

Trucy:
...Hey, Apollo.

Apollo:
Huh?  What?

Trucy:
...Doesn't something about
the stage seem different to
you?

Trucy:
Like, something's changed?

Apollo:
Changed?

Trucy:
I can't put my finger on it,
but it's bugging me.

Apollo:
(Now it's bugging me, too!
What's she talking about?)


	=Examine Bass Case=
	
	Trucy:
	Hey, that case...
	
	Trucy:
	Wasn't that open before?
	
	Apollo:
	Huh.  I guess someone closed
	it.
	
	Trucy:
	Wait... Look!  Where the
	case closes...
	
	Apollo:
	Something's sticking out!
	That... doesn't look like
	an instrument.
	
	Apollo:
	You don't think it's...
	
	Trucy:
	Let's open it, Apollo!
	
	Trucy:
	Eeeeeeeek!  Lamiroir!
	Lamiroooooooir!
	
	Apollo:
	Ema!  We have to get Ema!
	
	Apollo:
	(Lamiroir was taken directly
	to the hospital.)
	
	Apollo:
	(Ema ran around, barking
	orders, making phone calls.)
	
	Apollo:
	(Trucy just clung to my arm
	and cried...)
	
	Apollo:
	(And me, I was still in shock.
	Two bodies in two days is
	two too many.)
	
---
July 9, 5:53 PM
Hickfield Clinic
Waiting Room
---

Trucy:
Ema!  How's Lamiroir?
Is she OK?

Ema:
Ah, you.  We all owe you a big
"thanks", that's for sure.

Trucy:
So... she's OK?

Ema:
Yes.  She came to a short
while ago.

Ema:
You found her before it was
too late.

Trucy:
Th-That's good to hear...

Apollo:
So, what happened!?

Ema:
Someone attacked her.
...She was struck on the
forehead.

Apollo:
By who!?

Ema:
We don't know.

Trucy:
But they hit her on the
forehead, right?  That's
right in front of her!

Trucy:
How could she not see... Oh.

Ema:
Right.  Would you like to see
her now?

Apollo:
Is that alright?

Ema:
She wants to thank you for
saving her life.

Apollo:
Lamiroir!

Lamiroir:
Ah, Mr. Attorney.  You were
the one who found me?

Lamiroir:
Thank you from the bottom
of my heart.

Apollo:
I-I'm just glad you're OK.

Apollo:
Tell me, what happened?

Lamiroir:
......


	=Examine Waiting Area=
	
	Apollo:
	Some visitors are here in the
	waiting room, watching TV.
	
	TV:
	"...murder during a concert
	at Sunshine Coliseum..."
	
	Apollo:
	Huh, looks like we're on the
	news.
	
	TV:
	"...with his current hit song,
	"Guilty Love", is in the
	courtroom as prosecutor..."
	
	TV:
	"...singing the defendant
	all the way to death row..."
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	Prosecutor Gavin this,
	Prosecutor Gavin that!
	Where's my fifteen minutes!?
	
	TV:
	"...The Guitar's Serenade...
	On sale now!"
	
	
	=Examine Hallway=
	
	Apollo:
	The door down the hall reads
	"X-ray Room".
	
	Apollo:
	I never did like X-rays...
	I don't think I'd enjoy
	looking at someone's insides.
	
	Apollo:
	Spotting nervous tics is
	intense enough.
	
	
	=Examine Man on Crutches=
	
	Apollo:
	That must be a recovering
	patient.
	
	Apollo:
	He keeps staring at us.
	
	Apollo:
	What's so unusual about an
	attorney and a magician?
	
	
	=Examine Reception Desk=
	
	Apollo:
	A nurse watches, hawk-like,
	from the reception desk.
	
	Apollo:
	She glares at me whenever I
	talk.  Maybe my voice carries?
	
	
	=Present Replica=
	
	Apollo:
	Ah, Lamiroir, I wanted to
	ask you about this.
	
	Apollo:
	Do you know what this is?
	
	Lamiroir:
	This... this is what?
	
	Apollo:
	Mr. LeTouse was carrying it.
	
	Apollo:
	It's a replica of the thing
	he was after.
	
	Lamiroir:
	He was "after"...?
	
	Trucy:
	You know, in his secret
	identity!
	
	Trucy:
	As an undercover agent!
	
	Lamiroir:
	...So that's what he was
	doing.
	
	Apollo:
	...!
	You mean, you know what...
	
	Lamiroir:
	Yes, I know, of course.
	This must be...
	
	Lamiroir:
	...a Borginian Cocoon.
	
	Lamiroir:
	...Or rather a convincing
	replica thereof.
	
----------------------------
Replica
Type: Evidence
Received at Prosecutor
Gavin's Office.
Borginia Cocoon replica,
held by Mr. LeTouse.
----------------------------
	
	Apollo:
	(Why haven't I heard of a
	Borginian Cocoon before?)
	
	Trucy:
	Why would he be carrying this
	around?  Was it some kind of
	souvenir?
	
	Lamiroir:
	I wonder...
	
	
	=Present Other=
	
	Lamiroir:
	I'm sorry, I'm not quite
	recovered from the attack...
	
	Apollo:
	(She looks like she's had
	a rough day...)
	
	Apollo:
	(I'll just put this piece of
	evidence away for later.)
	
	
	=Talk -> Attacked!=
	
	Lamiroir:
	It was after I spoke with you
	in front of the dressing room.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I sensed someone approaching.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I thought it might be someone
	come to see me, but they
	said nothing.
	
	Lamiroir:
	When I went to return to my
	dressing room...
	
	Apollo:
	...You were hit?
	
	Lamiroir:
	I knew, that very moment,
	I knew!
	
	Lamiroir:
	The assailant... was trying
	to kill me.
	
	Trucy:
	Ack!
	
	Lamiroir:
	It was lucky for me the first
	blow did not knock me out.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I turned and ran for the
	stage.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Someone was chasing me,
	I could hear footsteps...
	
	Lamiroir:
	Yet I reached the stage first.
	
	Apollo:
	Why the stage?
	
	Lamiroir:
	I had overheard maintenance
	people talking.
	
	Lamiroir:
	The power to the stage area
	was off, they said, for
	electrical work.
	
	Trucy:
	Ah...
	
	Lamiroir:
	Darkness is my ally.
	
	Lamiroir:
	There was a contrabass case
	near the stage.
	
	Lamiroir:
	That is where I hid.
	
	Apollo:
	So the assailant couldn't
	see you!
	
	Lamiroir:
	Once in the case... I'm afraid
	I passed out.
	
	Apollo:
	Wow, that sounds like a really
	close call.
	
	
	=Talk -> The assailant=
	
	Apollo:
	Do you have any idea who it
	might have been?
	
	Lamiroir:
	Unfortunately, no.  Whoever it
	was, they said not a word.
	
	Apollo:
	Too bad...
	
	Lamiroir:
	Yet, when I consider that I
	was struck high on the
	forehead...
	
	Lamiroir:
	I must conclude that whoever
	hit me was taller than I am.
	
	Apollo:
	Good point...
	(She's sharp!)
	
	Trucy:
	And you're much taller than
	I am.
	
	Trucy:
	You're about as tall as
	Apollo.
	
	Apollo:
	So, that means it was likely
	an adult, and probably a man.
	
	Apollo:
	(...Could it be him!?)
	
	Trucy:
	But why would anyone attack
	you, Lamiroir!?
	
	Lamiroir:
	The detective asked me this,
	too.
	
	Lamiroir:
	And to her I gave the same
	answer I give you: I do not
	know.
	
	Apollo:
	Hmm...
	
	
	=Talk -> The Borginian Cocoon=
	
	Lamiroir:
	Well, they call it
	"Borginian"...
	
	Lamiroir:
	It must only be found in
	Borginia.
	
	Lamiroir:
	For certain, all in Borginia
	know of these.
	
	Trucy:
	It's a cocoon... so, do you
	get silk from it?
	
	Lamiroir:
	I do not know the details,
	I am sorry to say.
	
	Apollo:
	(I thought she said all in
	Borginia knew of these?)
	
	Lamiroir:
	There is one fact I do know
	about the cocoon, though.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Something all in Borginia
	know.
	
	Apollo:
	...What's that?
	
	Lamiroir:
	The cocoons... They are not to
	be taken out of the country.
	
	Lamiroir:
	If someone does, and is
	caught, they will be put
	to death.
	
	Trucy:
	T-T-T-To death!?
	
	Apollo:
	Why!?
	
	Lamiroir:
	I do not know.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Yet, if Interpol was
	involved...
	
	Lamiroir:
	...I'm sure there is a good
	reason.
	
	Trucy:
	But this is just a piece of
	plastic!
	
	Apollo:
	He was carrying a replica...
	but looking for the real deal.
	
	Apollo:
	That's my best guess.
	
	Trucy:
	So, that's what he was up to?
	
	Apollo:
	Tracking down Borginian
	Cocoon smuggling...
	
	Trucy:
	Smuggling...
	
	
	=Talk -> Smuggling=
	
	Lamiroir:
	It seems I was "marked".
	
	Trucy:
	"Marked"...?
	
	Lamiroir:
	Life changed for me with the
	popularity of my songs.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I began to travel around
	the world.
	
	Trucy:
	Ah!  So you could have brought
	those Borginian Cocoons with
	you...
	
	Lamiroir:
	...On my trips, yes.  That was
	probably the suspicion.
	
	Apollo:
	And Mr. LeTouse was placed
	as an undercover agent to
	look into it.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Borginia is a small, sheltered
	country.
	
	Lamiroir:
	Not many of our people venture
	into the world outside.
	
	Trucy:
	Is that why they suspected
	you?
	
	Apollo:
	But... Mr. LeTouse wasn't a
	Borginian, was he.
	
	Apollo:
	He was an Interpol agent,
	which means...
	
	Trucy:
	What, Apollo?
	
	Apollo:
	Well, there must have been
	some reason other countries
	didn't want the cocoons out.
	
	Apollo:
	Something scary enough to get
	Interpol involved.
	
	Trucy:
	Huh?  Like what?
	
	Trucy:
	How could such a tiny ball of
	thread cause such a commotion?

	
Apollo:
(Cocoon smuggling...)
	
Apollo:
(And Mr. LeTouse had Lamiroir
marked... Hmm...)
	
Apollo:
...It couldn't be her.
	
Trucy:
Huh?
	
Apollo:
(There's one other person I
need to talk to!)

Apollo:
Thank you for talking to us,
Lamiroir!

Lamiroir:
It was the least I could do.

Apollo:
Actually, I have another
request.

Lamiroir:
If it is within my power...

Apollo:
I need an interpreter.
Someone who speaks Borginian.

Trucy:
Apollo...?

Lamiroir:
......

Apollo:
Would you come with us, if
you're well enough?

Lamiroir:
I see... Yes, yes of course.
I shall accompany you.

Trucy:
Huh?  Where are we going?

Apollo:
C'mon, Trucy.  We're about to
get to the bottom of this!

---
July 9
Detention Center
Visitor's Room
---

Apollo:
Machi... We came to talk to
you about the case.

Lamiroir:
Machi...

Machi:
!
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Apollo:
Could you interpret for us,
Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
Yes.

Apollo:
Machi... I'd like to talk
to you about when we first
met.

Apollo:
...When we still thought you
were blind.

Lamiroir:
[symbols] .. ..

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Apollo:
Now we know the truth.

Apollo:
You can see, right?

Trucy:
I was completely fooled,
myself.

Apollo:
Machi...

Apollo:
Isn't there another secret
you're hiding from us?

Machi:
.. .. ..!

Lamiroir:
Wait, Mr. Attorney!

Lamiroir:
What do you mean by "secret"?

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. ..

Apollo:
What do I mean by "secret"?
Well...


	((Present Wrong))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Apollo:
	Do you know what this is?
	
	Machi:
	.. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
	[symbols]
	
	Lamiroir:
	Ah, Mr. Attorney...
	
	Apollo:
	I don't need a translation to
	understand that.
	
	Apollo:
	I'd know that "wrong evidence"
	look anywhere.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I'd imagine you would.
	
	Apollo:
	(Ugh, let's try that again.)
	
	
((Present Replica))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
If I'm not mistaken...

Apollo:
...you know something about
this, don't you!?

Machi:
.. .. ..!

Trucy:
Hey, you got a reaction!
A big one!

Lamiroir:
Machi, you didn't...!

Apollo:
...Trucy and I are trained to
see people's uncertainty.

Apollo:
Not that we would have needed
any training to see that one.

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Lamiroir:
Mr. Attorney, please tell me
what this is all about!

Apollo:
Lamiroir, please, interpret!

Lamiroir:
...Very well.

Apollo:
I know you know something
about this by your reaction.

Apollo:
If you won't tell me, I might
have to give it to the
prosecution...

Apollo:
...and have them look into it!

Machi:
!

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
[symbols]!

Lamiroir:
He asks you to "wait, do not
be so hasty."

Trucy:
M-Machi...?

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
[symbols] .. .. [symbols]?

Lamiroir:
"Do you know everything?"

Apollo:
...Yes, everything.
Well, sort of.

Trucy:
Have him tell us about it!

Machi:
.. .. [symbols] .. ..

Lamiroir:
"Very well"...


	=Present Anything=
	
	Machi:
	.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
	
	Lamiroir:
	Machi, he is upset he could
	not speak with you.
	
	Trucy:
	Well, let's hear him out
	before he gets grumpy, Apollo!
	
	
	=Talk -> The Cocoon=
	
	Trucy:
	What is this cocoon, anyway?
	
	Machi:
	[symbols] .. ..
	
	Lamiroir:
	"The cocoon, the silk, is a
	potent cure."
	
	Trucy:
	A cure...?
	
	Apollo:
	It must cure some disease.
	
	Machi:
	[symbols] .. ..
	
	Lamiroir:
	It's a cure for "Incuritis".
	
	Apollo:
	A cure for Incuritis?
	
	** Replica updated in the Court
	Record. **
	
----------------------------
Replica
Type: Evidence
Received at Prosecutor
Gavin's Office.
Replica of a cocoon from which
a remedy for "incuritis"
may be extracted.
----------------------------

	Trucy:
	But, if it's a cure, why keep
	it in Borginia like that?
	
	Trucy:
	Just think of all the lives
	they could save by sharing
	the medicine!
	
	Machi:
	.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
	
	Lamiroir:
	I do not understand the
	reasons myself.
	
	Apollo:
	OK, well, at least we know
	what it is: a cure.
	
	Apollo:
	And Mr. LeTouse was after
	cocoon smugglers.
	
	Apollo:
	Wait, was Machi...?
	
	Lamiroir:
	Machi, you weren't...!
	
	Trucy:
	He couldn't be a smuggler!
	He's so little!
	
	Apollo:
	Well, you're only 15, and
	you're sort of a magician,
	aren't you?
	
	Trucy:
	Well, that's true.  I am sort
	of a magician.
	
	Apollo:
	(She said "sort of"!  Oh, to
	have a copy of that security
	camera tape...)
	
	Trucy:
	Well, Machi?
	Are you... a smuggler?
	
	Machi:
	[symbols] .. ..
	
	Lamiroir:
	[symbols]!
	
	Machi:
	.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
	
	Lamiroir:
	He... won't tell me.
	
	Trucy:
	First he plays blind, now
	he plays dumb...
	
	Apollo:
	I wonder...
	
	Apollo:
	Do you think he brought a
	cocoon here to sell it to
	someone?
	
	Apollo:
	If Machi really did bring one
	into the country...
	
	Apollo:
	...was he planning on making a
	deal for its sale?
	
	Machi:
	[symbols] .. ..
	
	Lamiroir:
	"I can't go home"...
	
	Trucy:
	Can't go home!?
	
	Machi:
	.. .. [symbols] .. .. [symbols]
	.. .. [symbols] .. ..
	
	Lamiroir:
	"I can't go home to Borginia.
	I do not want to go home."
	
	Lamiroir:
	The penalty for taking a
	cocoon from Borginia...
	is death.
	
	Apollo:
	(That's right!  It's punishable
	by death!)
	
	Machi:
	[symbols] .. .. .. ..
	
	Lamiroir:
	"About the case..."?
	What about the case?
	
	Apollo:
	(He wants to tell us about
	Mr. LeTouse's death!?)
	
	Machi:
	[symbols], [symbols] .. ..
	
	???:
	This meeting's over.
	
	Trucy:
	...Daryan?
	
	Apollo:
	Wh-What do you mean?  Visiting
	hours aren't over yet.
	
	Daryan:
	There's a call for Machi
	from the Borginian Embassy.
	
	Daryan:
	This meeting is over.
	...Sorry.
	
	Apollo:
	Just give us five more
	minutes.  We can call them
	back after that.
	
	Daryan:
	Sorry, no go.  C'mon,
	piano-boy.  We're leaving.
	
	Trucy:
	Daryan!  Wait!
	
	Daryan:
	...I never liked you.  Either
	of you.
	
	Apollo:
	Huh...?
	
	Trucy:
	Darn it!  We were so close!
	He was about to tell us!
	
	Trucy:
	Hey, Apollo...
	
	Apollo:
	(He didn't want us to hear
	what Machi had to say...)
	
	Trucy:
	Apollo!
	
	Apollo:
	(...And there can be only one
	reason why.)
	
	Trucy:
	Why is everyone ignoring me!?
	
	Apollo:
	Oh, sorry!
	(This is it...)
	
	Apollo:
	(I know who I'm after now.)
	
	Apollo:
	(It all happens tomorrow...
	in court!)
	
			To be continued.

				
============================
Episode 3
Turnabout Serenade
Day 3: Trial Former     -30301-
============================
				
---
July 10, 9:49 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
---

Trucy:
Well, this is it!

Apollo:
Today's the day it all goes
down.

Apollo:
(And then there was
yesterday...)

Daryan:
This meeting is over.
...Sorry.

Apollo:
Just give us five more
minutes.  We can call them
back after that.

Daryan:
Sorry, no go.  C'mon,
piano-boy.  We're leaving.

Trucy:
Daryan!  Wait!

Daryan:
...I never liked you.  Either
of you.

Apollo:
Huh...?

Trucy:
Darn it!  We were so close!
He was about to tell us!

Trucy:
Hey, Apollo...

Apollo:
(He didn't want us to hear
what Machi had to say...)

Apollo:
(...And I think I know why.
Time to bring down a little
Justice!)

...BANG!...

Trucy:
Eeek!

Apollo:
Wh-What was that!?

???:
He is heard but unseen...

Trucy:
Who's that talking...?

Apollo:
...Valant Gramarye!
(...Using the door like an
average muggle, no less.)

Trucy:
You... aren't the witness
today, are you, Uncle Valant?

Valant:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
A preposterous proposition.

Valant:
How could I stand to stand
upon the stand?

Valant:
Why, my secrets would be
free for the plucking!

Valant:
...I might even have to
sign autographs!

Valant:
That is why I intend to remain
hidden for the entire day.

Trucy:
Ooh, with vanishing magic!?

Valant:
Indeed!  I will jump upon an
express train, and express
myself to the next town over!

Valant:
But before I go... a word
of warning.

Trucy:
Warning...?  What?

Valant:
A grand Gramarye glamour
resides at the root of all
that has happened.

Valant:
Do not forget this truth.

Apollo:
A... glamour?

Valant:
A spell, a sorcery...
a great illusion!

Valant:
...Miss Trucy, though it pains
me to part so...

Valant:
...I need to get in line for
a ticket.

Valant:
Farewell!

Trucy:
And there he goes.

Apollo:
He sure seemed happy about
that illusion thing...

Trucy:
Oh, big illusions are the
bread and butter of a
magician!

Trucy:
You can't pull off a show
without one!

Trucy:
The big illusion is always
a spectacle to remember!

Trucy:
Usually, it involves cutting
up things, like people or
elephants...

Trucy:
...or the Eiffel Tower.
Anything, really!

Apollo:
So he was talking about what
we saw at the concert.

Trucy:
Lamiroir's disappearing act.

Apollo:
And Prosecutor Gavin's
exploding guitar.

Trucy:
I wonder what he meant by it
being at "the root of all
that has happened"?

Apollo:
Well, it's about time.
Shall we go?

Bailiff:
Ah, excuse me, sir.

Apollo:
Y-Yes?

Bailiff:
The scheduled starting time 
for the trial has been
changed.

Bailiff:
The trial will not be
commencing until 10:30 AM.
Sorry for the inconvenience.

Apollo:
Huh?  Did something happen?
This is a first...

Bailiff:
It was by the judge's request.
Some urgent personal business.

Apollo:
(Great.  I bet he stayed up
too late last night, watching
courtroom dramas.)

Bailiff:
Apparently, he's visiting
the hospital again.

Apollo:
The hospital?

Bailiff:
I believe it was mentioned
that the Chief Justice's son
is unwell.

Bailiff:
Apparently his condition
worsened considerably this
morning.

Apollo:
The Chief Justice's son...

Trucy:
Oh, that's right...

Trucy:
Remember yesterday morning?
The judge said he had to go
visit him after the trial.

Bailiff:
There's an article about it
in the newspaper.

Bailiff:
If you care to read about it
yourself...

** Newspaper Article added to the
Court Record. **

----------------------------
Newspaper Article
Type: Documents
Received from
a court bailiff.
Article about the Chief
Justice's son, who is
inflicted [sic] with "incuritis".
----------------------------

Apollo:
("Incuritis"...?  Where have I
heard that before?)

Trucy:
I'll let you read that
article for us, Apollo!

Trucy:
Just leave the TV guide page
to me!

Apollo:
...Try not to lose the page
with the funnies if you can.

---
July 10, 10:30 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 3
---

Judge:
Ahem.
My apologies for the delay.

Judge:
Court is now in session for
the trial of... erm, how do
you say this name again?

Klavier:
Machi Tobaye... our suspect
fortissimo.

Judge:
...Right. 
It's his trial, in any case.

Apollo:
The defense is prepared,
Your Honor.

Klavier:
The prosecution... is ready
to rock.

Judge:
......

Apollo:
I-Is something wrong, Your
Honor?

Judge:
No.  Well, yes...

Judge:
It's just, I've been friends
with the Chief Justice since
we were students.

Judge:
It pains me to see him going
through such a difficult time.

Trucy:
"Incuritis", was it?

Trucy:
That article said there is
no known cure!

Klavier:
Herr Judge, let me say, with
all honesty, I feel your pain.

Klavier:
But, now is not the time for
tears.

Klavier:
Now is the time... for law.

Judge:
...Indeed.

Judge:
We left off at quite the
juncture yesterday.

Daryan:
I asked Interpol about that
number.

Daryan:
"IPXX314206"...

Daryan:
The agent registered under
this number...

Daryan:
...was Romein LeTouse.

Judge:
Thanks for looking into that
for us, Detective Crescend.
It's a great help.

Daryan:
Oh, no problem at all,
Your Honor.

Daryan:
...I'll be heading out...

*HOLD IT!*

Lamiroir:
Wait!

Lamiroir:
That voice just now...

Lamiroir:
............
It was him.  I am sure of it.

Judge:
It was "him"?

Lamiroir:
That voice I heard, talking
to Mr. LeTouse... when I heard
the gunshots fired.

Lamiroir:
It was him!  It was
Mr. Daryan!

Daryan:
...No way...

Klavier:
Quite a sensational ending.

Klavier:
Who would have thought Daryan
would guest star in the season
cliff-hanger... as a suspect?

Judge:
I asked the prosecution to
look into this matter.

Judge:
...Please tell the court your
findings.

Klavier:
Daryan Crescend is a member of
my band, the Gavinners...

Klavier:
...He is also a detective, 
making the current charges
serious indeed.

Klavier:
Yet, after investigation, I
have found no cause to alter
our case, or file new charges.

Apollo:
...And your reason is?

Klavier:
Weren't you aware, Herr
Forehead?

Klavier:
He has an impeccable alibi.

Judge:
An alibi?

Klavier:
Let us review the facts again,
shall we?

Klavier:
The concert held on the night
of the shooting was in three
sets.

Klavier:
The Gavinners ripped up the
stage during the first set.

Klavier:
For the second set, our guest
took center stage...

Klavier:
The only performers appearing
were myself, Lamiroir, and
Machi...

Klavier:
... along with a drummer and
bassist, for a total of five.

Klavier:
The shooting in the dressing
room, however, took place
during the third set.

Klavier:
Lamiroir and the defendant,
Machi Tobaye had left the
stage at that point...

Klavier:
...and the Gavinners were
already rocking.

Klavier:
This is when two shots rang
out at the scene of the crime.

Klavier:
Shots heard by Detective Ema
Skye, mind you.

Trucy:
And Apollo.  You heard them
too, right?

Apollo:
I sure did.

Klavier:
Furthermore, Lamiroir herself
witnessed the moment of the
crime...

Klavier:
...Well, perhaps I should say,
she "heard" the moment of the
crime.

Klavier:
...When she claims to have
heard Mr. LeTouse and
Detective Crescend "talking".

Judge:
B-But that's impossible!
Detective Crescend was...

Klavier:
Precisely.  Detective Crescend
was on stage, getting his
groove on, no less.

Klavier:
Voila.

Klavier:
A perfect alibi!

Judge:
Hmm.  Does the defense have
anything to add to this?

Apollo:
(It's true.  When I heard those
gunshots, he must have been
on stage.)

Apollo:
(Still, there's something here
that doesn't quite add up...)

Judge:
...It appears the defense
has no objections.

Judge:
I believe we can safely say
that Daryan Crescend's alibi
has been acknowledged.

Klavier:
Which means that Lamiroir
was sadly mistaken.

Klavier:
Her testimony cannot be true.

Judge:
Very well.  Of course, if we
disregard her testimony...

Judge:
...then I see no evidence
keeping us from declaring
a verdict.

Judge:
...If indeed, there are no
objections?

Trucy:
Uh oh, Apollo!  If he declares
a verdict now...

Apollo:
(Ack!  But Prosecutor Gavin's
case is airtight!)

Apollo:
(Lamiroir might have been
lying to protect Machi!)

Apollo:
(How can I rely on her
testimony...?)

Apollo:
(Wait... What about yesterday
in the detention center...?)

Machi:
[symbols] .. .. .. ..

Lamiroir:
"About the case..."?
What about the case?

Apollo:
(He wants to tell us about
Mr. LeTouse's death!?)

Machi:
[symbols], [symbols] .. ..

???:
This meeting's over.

Trucy:
...Daryan?

Apollo:
(Machi was trying to tell us
something, I know it!)

Apollo:
(...Maybe the best thing to do
is ask him... under oath!)

Judge:
Very well.  The court finds
the defendant, er, what
was his name again?

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Your Honor!!!

Judge:
No, that wasn't it.  It was
something like "marquis" or--
...Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
Your Honor, before you declare
a verdict, I would like to
call another witness!

Klavier:
Exactly who else do you need
to hear from?

Apollo:
A witness who, until now, has
not been given a chance to
speak in this court.

Apollo:
...Because he doesn't speak
English.

Klavier:
You don't mean...

Apollo:
I do.

Apollo:
The defense calls defendant
Machi Tobaye to the stand!

Judge:
Wh-What!?  But he doesn't
speak English...

Apollo:
We'll use an interpreter!

Klavier:
Interpreter?  I'm afraid you'll
have to look elsewhere.

Klavier:
I only speak a few phrases,
such as, "I love you," and,
"Where is the toilet?"

Apollo:
The defense would like to 
request Lamiroir as the
interpreter.

Judge:
L-Lamiroir!?

Judge:
But there's a possibility
she's protecting the
defendant...!

Apollo:
But she'd be interpreting for
the defendant!  Why would she
lie?

Judge:
This is most unusual...

Klavier:
Ah ha ha... Bravo, Herr
Forehead.

Klavier:
Herr Judge!  The prosecution
agrees with the defense's
request.

Klavier:
If Lamiroir lies, I'll be
able to tell.

Klavier:
Even my limited knowledge of
the language should be enough
for that.

Judge:
Well, if both prosecution and
defense are for this, I see
little cause for refusal.

Apollo:
(Finally!  Some progress!)

Judge:
Bailiff!  Please show the
defendant and Lamiroir to
the witness stand!

Klavier:
I suppose there is a first
time for everything.  Shall
we proceed?

Klavier:
Your name, to begin with.
...If you would, Lamiroir.

Lamiroir:
Yes...

Lamiroir:
He says, "Machi Tobaye, the
defendant."

Judge:
Hmm, this is certainly a first
for this courtroom.

Judge:
Not that we really needed an
interpretation of that message
in particular.

Apollo:
(So far, so good...)

Judge:
Very well.  Mr. Justice, if
you would.

Apollo:
Huh?
If I would what, Your Honor?

Judge:
"Would what"!?  You called the
defendant to the stand, did
you not?

Judge:
What would you have him
testify about!?

Apollo:
What do I want him to testify
about...?

Apollo:
(Ack, I hadn't thought that
far yet!)

Trucy:
Apollo!

Trucy:
Aren't you going to ask him
what he was about to tell
us yesterday?

Apollo:
How can I if I don't know
what he was saying...?

Lamiroir:
Excuse me, a moment.  If I
might speak?

Judge:
Yes, Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
Just now, Machi said there
is something about which he
"wishes to testify".

Apollo:
(Machi wants to testify about
something?  What could it be?)

Judge:
What sort of testimony is
he talking about?

Lamiroir:
...One moment, please.

Apollo:
(Argh!  The suspense is
killing me...)

Lamiroir:
What...!?

Apollo:
(What?  What!?)

Judge:
W-Well, Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
According to Machi...

Lamiroir:
He has "proof of his
innocence".

Judge:
Wh-Wh-Whaaaaaaat!?

Klavier:
...This is a surprise.

Trucy:
Yahoo!  Victory, Apollo!
We did it!

Apollo:
(This is sounding too good to
believe.  And I know what that
usually means...)

Judge:
Well, if that's true, then
this is vital testimony!
Lamiroir... I mean, Machi!

Judge:
Please testify to the court!

Lamiroir:
"Very well."

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- Proof of Innocence --
	
	Lamiroir:
	He says that word of
	Mr. LeTouse's death came
	as a great shock.
	
	Lamiroir:
	But if the killing truly
	followed the lyrics of
	my song...
	
	Lamiroir:
	...I, that is, he, could not
	have done it.
	
	Lamiroir:
	He says that because the
	lyrics are in English, he does
	not understand them.
	
Judge:
Hmm.
I see!

Judge:
He wouldn't have understood
the English lyrics to the
song.

Judge:
That would prevent him from
following them so closely.

Klavier:
I wondered what he meant by
"proof".

Klavier:
Why, he would only have to ask
Lamiroir to know the meaning
of that song.

Apollo:
Lamiroir!

Apollo:
Did you ever explain the
lyrics of that song to him?

Lamiroir:
I did tell him, generally,
what the song was about.

Lamiroir:
But never in so much detail.
And he never asked.

Klavier:
Has my oft-repeated warning
already fled that forehead?

Klavier:
Lamiroir might be protecting
the witness!

Apollo:
......

Judge:
Well, anyway, let us proceed
with the cross-examination.

Judge:
Mr. Justice, if you would.

Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor.

Apollo:
(Something's hidden in that
testimony, I know it.)

Apollo:
(I'll just have to trust my
bracelet to tell me where!)

Apollo:
(It worked yesterday, it'll
work today!)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- Proof of Innocence --
	
	Lamiroir:
	He says that word of
	Mr. LeTouse's death came
	as a great shock.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Were Machi and Mr. LeTouse
		close?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, after we traveled around
		the world on tour together...
		
		Klavier:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Klavier:
		Lamiroir... This is Machi's
		cross-examination, not yours.
		
		Lamiroir:
		But I knew the answer...
		
		Klavier:
		This is a court of law.  We'll
		play by the book.
		
		Lamiroir:
		...I understand.
		
		Trucy:
		When Prosecutor Gavin's tough,
		he's really tough!
		
		Lamiroir:
		Machi says he was very good
		friends with Mr. LeTouse.
		
		Lamiroir:
		"Mr. LeTouse was always a
		gentle man, never angry.."
		
		Lamiroir:
		"We got along quite well."
		
		Lamiroir:
		"I never dreamed something
		like this would happen..."
	
	Lamiroir:
	But if the killing truly
	followed the lyrics of
	my song...

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		"The Guitar's Serenade",
		correct?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes.  "The crime followed the
		lyrics of the song..."
		
		Lamiroir:
		"The theft of the key ring,
		the burning guitar, and the
		bullet..."
		
		Lamiroir:
		"This is why it could not
		have been me!"
	
	Lamiroir:
	...I, that is, he, could not
	have done it.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		By "could not have done it",
		you mean...?
		
		Lamiroir:
		It is very simple.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Machi could not have done
		all the things that happened
		that day.
		
		Lamiroir:
		For all those things followed
		the song lyrics closely...
	
	Lamiroir:
	He says that because the
	lyrics are in English, he does
	not understand them.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Wouldn't it be difficult for
		him to perform without knowing
		the meaning of the lyrics?
		
		Lamiroir:
		He did know what the song was
		about, its mood, shall we say.
		This was enough to play by.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I told him it was a song about
		a "guitar in love".
		
		Klavier:
		It's... not actually the
		guitar that's in love,
		strictly speaking.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Oh?  Perhaps I misunderstood!
		
		Klavier:
		Ah, no, not really.  Yours is
		also a valid interpretation.
		
		Apollo:
		(Um... OK?)
		
		Lamiroir:
		No, it is my fault.  I am too
		used to singing in Borginian.
		
		Lamiroir:
		It is much easier than trying
		to understand these English
		lyrics.
		
		
			((Perceive Wrong))
			
			Apollo:
			*GOTCHA!*
			
			Apollo:
			Machi... you're not telling
			us the entire truth.
			
			Apollo:
			I can see it clear as day!
			
			Lamiroir:
			Perhaps... my interpretation
			is at fault...?
			
			Lamiroir:
			Now he says, "I have no idea
			what you're talking about."
			
			Trucy:
			Apollo!  Neither of them looks
			uncertain at all!
			
			Klavier:
			Lamiroir, it is not your
			interpretation that is to
			blame here.
			
			Klavier:
			It is the lack of anything
			resembling intelligence in 
			that wide forehead you see.
			
			Machi:
			......
			Hee hee.
			
			Apollo:
			You didn't have to interpret
			that for him!
			
			Apollo:
			(Hmm.  Looks like I pointed
			at the wrong spot...)
			
			
			((Perceive Glance))
			
			Apollo:
			*GOTCHA!*
			
			Apollo:
			Machi...
			
			Apollo:
			...You can't fool my eyes.
			
			Machi:
			.. .. .. ..!
			
			Apollo:
			You glanced toward her the
			very moment Lamiroir said the
			word "English".
			
			Apollo:
			Why?
			
			Apollo:
			And don't bother interpreting
			that!  He understands me!
			
			Lamiroir:
			...!
			
			Apollo:
			Machi, tell the truth.
			You can understand English,
			can't you?
			
			Lamiroir:
			Wh-What are you saying?
			Of course he can't!
			
			Lamiroir:
			[symbols] .. ..
			
			Machi:
			[symbols] .. ..
			
			Apollo:
			(Must he continue this
			charade...?)
			
			Lamiroir:
			Mr. Justice, Machi says this:
			
			Lamiroir:
			"I know the word 'English'."
			
			Apollo:
			Huh?
			
			Lamiroir:
			Before coming to this country,
			he heard me speaking English.
			
			Lamiroir:
			He learned the name for this
			language, that is all.
			
			Apollo:
			What?  Give me a break!
			
			Lamiroir:
			Is that such an unusual word
			to understand?
			
			Lamiroir:
			Do you not know "Español",
			for instance?
			
			Apollo:
			(Well, yeah, but...)
			
			Lamiroir:
			I am sorry, but he truly does
			not understand your language.
			
			Apollo:
			W-Well then explain this!
			
			Apollo:
			How does he know the crime
			followed the lyrics!?
			
			Lamiroir:
			......
			Have you always been such a
			suspicious-minded lad?
			
			Lamiroir:
			It is simple.  So simple it
			hardly requires an
			explanation.
			
			Lamiroir:
			...He read about it in the
			newspaper.
			
			Apollo:
			The newspaper!?
			
			Lamiroir:
			The Borginian Daily Bugle.
			You can buy it in this
			country these days, you know.
			
			Lamiroir:
			They have already begun to
			report about this case in
			our homeland.
			
			Apollo:
			......
			(I was right!)
			
			Lamiroir:
			What is wrong, Mr. Justice?
			Your eyes, they are quite
			fierce all of a sudden!
			
			Apollo:
			(...Machi is lying!)
			
			Apollo:
			(Maybe it's time to show
			them proof that he's lying!)
			
			
				((Present Wrong))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Apollo:
				This evidence proves that
				you're lying!
				
				Lamiroir:
				Ah, perhaps my interpretation
				was at fault...?
				
				Lamiroir:
				Machi says, "Try again,
				adhesive."  No, no, sorry.
				"Try again, sucker."
				
				Apollo:
				(Urk!  I must have gotten it
				wrong...)
				
				Apollo:
				(One more time!
				So, he claims he read about
				it in the newspaper...?)
				
				Apollo:
				(That means he's lying!)
				
				
				((Present Borginian Newspaper))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Apollo:
				I have here a Borginian
				Newspaper!  The Borginian Daily
				Bugle, as a matter of fact!
				
				Machi:
				!
				
				Apollo:
				Indeed, there is a feature
				article about the case.
				
				Apollo:
				Could you read this for me,
				Machi?
				
				Machi:
				.. ..!
				
				Apollo:
				That's right.  It doesn't
				mention the lyrics!
				
				Lamiroir:
				Wh-What?
				What is this all about?
				
				Apollo:
				I'm sorry Machi.
				
				Apollo:
				You couldn't have read about
				the lyrics in a Borginian
				Newspaper!!!
				
				Machi:
				! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
				
				Machi:
				[symbols!!!!!!!]
				
				Judge:
				What does this mean!?
				
				Machi:
				.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..
				
				Lamiroir:
				B-But I don't see how it's
				possible...
				
				Lamiroir:
				Ah, I know!
				
				Lamiroir:
				He must have heard the lyrics
				when the police were doing
				their questioning!  Yes...
				
				Klavier:
				Not possible, the subject of
				the lyrics was not brought
				up in police questioning.
				
				Klavier:
				I read the full report myself.
				
				Apollo:
				So, the lyrics weren't
				in the newspaper and the
				police didn't mention them.
				
				Apollo:
				The only place you could
				have heard them was in this
				courtroom!
				
				Apollo:
				...In English, no less!
				
				Machi:
				!
				
				Judge:
				The witness will explain
				herself... er, himself!
				
				Lamiroir:
				Machi says... He says...
				
				Lamiroir:
				......
				
				Judge:
				Yes?
				
				Lamiroir:
				..."It is true I read the
				newspaper."
				
				Lamiroir:
				"But this is not where I
				learned of the lyrics.
				I was mistaken."
				
				Lamiroir:
				"Now I remember..."
				
				Apollo:
				You remember...?
				
				Lamiroir:
				...He says he heard of the
				lyrics from me!
				
				Apollo:
				Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
				
				Judge:
				Is this true, Lamiroir?
				
				Lamiroir:
				......
				Yes.  I'm afraid I had
				forgotten it myself.
				
				Klavier:
				Then it looks like Herr
				Forehead's been jumping to
				conclusions again.
				
				Judge:
				It seems so, yes.
				
				Apollo:
				(No... No!)
				
				Apollo:
				(I was onto something,
				I know it!  I can't let
				this chance slip away...!)
				
				Judge:
				Time is an issue today...
				Mr. Justice, are you finished
				with the cross-examination?
				
				Trucy:
				What are you going to do,
				Apollo!?
				
				Apollo:
				(If I'm going to keep on
				cross-examining, I'd better
				have an angle of attack...)
				
				Apollo:
				(...Or else!)
				
				Apollo:
				......!
				
				Apollo:
				(My bracelet's still
				reacting!)
				
				Apollo:
				Your Honor!  Please allow me
				to continue!
				
				Judge:
				If you must, you must.
				Very well.  Witness?
				
				Lamiroir:
				...I understand.
	

	Lamiroir:
	It was I who explained that
	the crime followed the song.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Exactly how much did you
		explain to Machi?
		
		Lamiroir:
		......
		Ah, this is a question for
		me, yes?
		
		Apollo:
		(This interpretation thing is
		getting old fast...)
		
		Lamiroir:
		I told him that Mr. LeTouse
		had been killed, and why
		he was a suspect.
		
		Lamiroir:
		And I told him the crimes of
		that day followed my song.
		
		Apollo:
		Did you mention any particular
		words of hte song relating to
		the case, such as "heart"?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, of course I explained
		this.  He was quite surprised.
		
		
			((Perceive Wrong))
			
			Apollo:
			*GOTCHA!*
			
			Apollo:
			Did you know that the body
			reveals our thoughts?
			
			Apollo:
			And yours is telling me
			you were uncertain just now!
			
			Lamiroir:
			......
			
			Lamiroir:
			Ah, should I be interpreting
			this, or not?
			
			Apollo:
			...Yes!  Of course!
			
			Lamiroir:
			I must admit, I find it
			hard to interpret that
			which makes no sense.
			
			Trucy:
			Um, maybe you got it wrong,
			Apollo?  Just a thought...
			
			Apollo:
			You might have a point there,
			Trucy.
			
			Apollo:
			Um, no need to interpret that
			after all, Lamiroir...
			
			Lamiroir:
			Oh, I'm sorry, I've already
			told him.
			
			Machi:
			......
			Hee hee.
			
			Apollo:
			(...Great, now even my
			client's laughing at me.)
			
			Apollo:
			(Guess that was the wrong
			spot after all...)
			
			
			((Perceive Swallowing))
			
			Apollo:
			*GOTCHA!*
			
			Apollo:
			Lamiroir...
			
			Apollo:
			I'm currently cross-examining
			Machi.
			
			Apollo:
			...Why should you be
			uncertain?
			
			Lamiroir:
			!
			Me?  Uncertain?
			
			Apollo:
			Yes, you swallowed the very
			moment you told the court...
			
			Apollo:
			..."It was I who explained."
			
			Lamiroir:
			...I see there is little point
			in trying to hide anything
			from you.
			
			Apollo:
			Lamiroir, are you, indeed,
			protecting someone?
			
			Lamiroir:
			That... is not a question
			with a simple answer.
			
			Lamiroir:
			To tell the truth, I do not
			believe it myself.
			
			Apollo:
			Then, allow me to answer
			for you.
			
			Apollo:
			Lamiroir, you're protecting...
			
			
				((Present Wrong))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Lamiroir:
				...I'm afraid I don't
				understand what you're saying.
				
				Apollo:
				Well...
				
				Lamiroir:
				So sad to go through life
				being so misunderstood.
				
				Apollo:
				(I don't need your pity!)
				
				Apollo:
				(What I need is another
				chance.  C'mon this is easy:
				Who is she protecting?)
				

	Trucy:
	Yay!  I knew he was innocent!
	
	Apollo:
	I believe he is, too, Trucy.
	I do...
	
	Trucy:
	What's wrong, Apollo?  You got
	a tummy ache or something?
	
	Apollo:
	(Something's hidden in that
	testimony...)
	
	Apollo:
	(If it's the truth, I'll find
	it!)
	
	
((Present Machi Tobaye))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
Lamiroir, you are protecting
Machi.

Apollo:
That's why you lied and told
us that you had explained how
the crime followed the song!

Lamiroir:
......

Apollo:
I don't fault you for trying
to help, but this is not the
way!

Lamiroir:
!

Apollo:
Machi!  I believe you didn't
do it, really!  I trust you!

Apollo:
But you've lied to us twice.

Apollo:
And now you have Lamiroir
lying on your behalf!

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Apollo:
If this is going to work,
you have to trust me, too.

Machi:
!

Apollo:
Your two lies cover a simple
truth.

Apollo:
You understand English.
You have to!

Machi:
! .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Machi:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!

Judge:
Witness!  Is this true?  Do you
understand English?

Machi:
...Y-Yes.  A little, only.

----------------------------
Machi Tobaye
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Defendant in this case.
Turns out he isn't blind and
can understand English.
----------------------------

Judge:
What!?

Klavier:
First he could see, now he
can talk.

Klavier:
And you... did not know about
this, Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
I... no.  I did not!  It is
quite a surprise.

Judge:
How many secrets is this
witness hiding!?

Machi:
Last...
This is...
last...

Apollo:
Machi... could you tell us
what really happened?

Machi:
No shooting!
I did no shooting!

Apollo:
So, you weren't in the 
dressing room when I heard
those two gunshots, correct?

Machi:
......

Klavier:
Apparently, the answer to that
question isn't simple either.

Machi:
I was in... dressing room.
Behind desk.  Manager, he
on floor...

Apollo:
(Which would be after the
shooting, right...?)

Machi:
...Then, there is voice...

Trucy:
Voice?  Or voices?  Was it
you and Ema, Apollo?

Apollo:
So when Machi went into the
dressing room, Mr. LeTouse
had already been shot.

Apollo:
And then we came to the door.

Machi:
...Panel high up.  I take off.
Run away, run away!

Apollo:
So it was you who escaped
through that air vent!

Klavier:
Ah ha ha.  As the prosecution
has held all along, no less.

Klavier:
The defendant has admitted
to being at the scene.  Might
we take this as a confession?

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
No!  He's clearly denied
that he did it!

Machi:
I no shooting!  Manager on
floor.  Already on floor...

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
The victim had already been
shot, you say?  I find that
hard to believe.

Klavier:
The defendant understood the
song lyrics.  He was at the
scene of the crime...

Klavier:
This can only mean one thing.
He is the shooter!

Machi:
!

Judge:
Does the defendant have
anything to say to this?

Machi:
......

Trucy:
He's clammed up, Apollo!

Judge:
Then let's ask Mr. Justice.

Judge:
Will you require any further
testimony from the witness?

Apollo:
(Is that it?  Is there nothing
else I can get hiim to testify
about?)

Apollo:
(Wait... no, of course there
is!)

Trucy:
What is this cocoon, anyway?

Machi:
[symbols] .. ..

Lamiroir:
"The cocoon, the silk, is a
potent cure."

Trucy:
A cure...?

Trucy:
Well, Machi?
Are you... a smuggler?

Machi:
[symbols] .. ..

Lamiroir:
[symbols]!

Machi:
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Lamiroir:
He... won't tell me.

Apollo:
(That cocoon has to have
something to do with this!)

Apollo:
Machi.  Please, tell us the 
truth, for your own sake.

Machi:
...No.  No more speak.
Not... to any of you.

Klavier:
So much for your precious
trust, Herr Forehead.

Apollo:
(Hey, you were the one who
didn't believe him!)

Klavier:
Regardless, this brings us
to an impasse.

Judge:
It does seem that the defense
and defendant are at odds.

Judge:
...I doubt we are likely to
learn anything more of value
should this continue.

Judge:
I see no other course but to
declare a five minute recess!

Judge:
The defense will work things
out with the defendant so that
we might proceed!

---
July 10, 11:23 AM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
---

Machi:
...Apollo Yoostis...

Apollo:
(That's "Justice".  Better
learn how to say it if you
ever want to get some.)

Machi:
Believe.  I no shooting.

Apollo:
(Machi claims Mr. LeTouse was
already down on the ground
when he entered the room.)

Trucy:
Maybe... it was a trap, and
he walked right into it?

Machi:
Suddenly.  I hear revolver.
Close.  Very close.

Machi:
Then, I hear voice.

Apollo:
You heard gunshots?

Machi:
Yes.  Is true.  I hear
revolver.  But only sound.

Apollo:
Wait, you're saying you went
into the dressing room...

Apollo:
...and found Mr. LeTouse
already dead, and THEN you
heard shots?

Apollo:
(If that's true...!)

Trucy:
So... you were at the scene
of the crime when you heard
those shots?

Apollo:
And you escaped through the
air vent.

Machi:
I know.

Trucy:
Huh?  What do you know?

Machi:
I know if I opening vent...

Machi:
...I can leave stage and
back... backstage.

Apollo:
(So the vents went to both
the stage and the backstage
area?)

Apollo:
(Is that what he means...?)

Trucy:
Hey, he's right!  Look, Apollo!

Apolo:
Huh... Yeah.

Apollo:
But how did you know it was
connected like that?

Trucy:
Wait, I bet his father was the
architect that designed the
hall or something!

Machi:
I hear this.
From magician.

Apollo:
Magician...?

Trucy:
D-Don't look at me!

Apollo:
(A magician, huh?)

Trucy:
Well, at least we're clear
on one thing:

Trucy:
Machi didn't shoot
Mr. LeTouse!

Apollo:
Yeah, but what does that
leave us with?

Apollo:
We're supposed to say he went
into the room to find the body
and then he heard the shots?

Apollo:
(That one's going to go over
well in court.  Not.)

Trucy:
Apollo!  You're his defense!
You're supposed to believe
whatever he says.  Even lies!

Trucy:
That's what Daddy always
told me!

Apollo:
Um, I'll just pretend you
misheard him.  Every time.

Apollo:
So... what do we do?

Trucy:
You're sure you won't testify,
Machi?

Machi:
I... no talking.  No.

Trucy:
Hmm, well it was worth a shot.

Apollo:
(That cocoon...)

Machi:
[symbols] .. ..

Lamiroir:
"I can't go home"...

Trucy:
Can't go home!?

Machi:
.. .. [symbols] .. .. [symbols]
.. .. [symbols] .. ..

Lamiroir:
"I can't go home to Borginia.
I do not want to go home."

Lamiroir:
The penalty for taking a
cocoon from Borginia...
is death.

Apollo:
(That's right!  It's punishable
by death!)

Apollo:
(Of course... He's scared.)

Apolo:
...Oh well, I guess we'll
just have to try a different
approach.

Trucy:
That's the spirit, Apollo!
So, what's your plan?

Apollo:
If Machi won't testify about
it, we'll have to get someone
else to testify.

Trucy:
Someone... else?

Apollo:
...I think we're out of time.
Let's get back in there.

Trucy:
Right!

---
July 10, 11:28 AM
District Court
Courtroom No. 3
---

Judge:
...Court is now back in
session.

Judge:
Mr. Justice.  Have you sorted
things out with the defendant?

Apollo:
Yes, Your Honor.  We had a
good talk.

Judge:
Hmm, very well.  So will he
testify?

Apollo:
Your Honor, the defendant...
will not testify.

Judge:
Wh-What!?

Klavier:
......

Klavier:
Shame.  And here I thought this
was your big chance to turn
the case around.

Apollo:
Actually, it is.

Apollo:
...The defense would like to
approach this case from a
different angle, Your Honor!

Judge:
A different... angle?

Apollo:
(If Machi won't testify...)

Apollo:
(...then I know who will!)

Apollo:
I would like to cross-examine
the witness in this case...
Lamiroir!

Judge:
L-Lamiroir...?

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
What are you up to now?

Klavier:
I thought we determined
yesterday that Lamiroir's
testimony was insubstantial!

Klavier:
There's nothing you can--

Apollo:
...Lamiroir was taken to the
hospital yesterday with
injuries.

Judge:
What happened?

Apollo:
She was assaulted, Your Honor.

Judge:
Assaulted!?

Apollo:
Someone wanted Lamiroir dead.

Apollo:
Thankfully, she was able to
save herself...

Klavier:
What!?

Klavier:
I've heard no such report!

Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin...

Klavier:
!

Apollo:
Why would anyone be out to
kill Lamiroir?

Apollo:
Can you think of a reason?

Klavier:
W-Well...

Apollo:
Think of how she is known
in our country...

Apollo:
A singer, from overseas, who
doesn't speak English, yes?

Apollo:
Yet someone tried to keep
her mouth shut!

Apollo:
Who could that have been?

Judge:
You don't think...

Apollo:
I do!  It was the same person
who shot Mr. LeTouse!

Apollo:
The killer was afraid of her,
afraid of what she might say!

Apollo:
The defense believes that
something was hidden in 
her testimony yesterday.

Apollo:
Something that the killer
doesn't want getting out!

Klavier:
So, am I to understand that
this is what you are saying?

Klavier:
Namely, that there is a nugget
of "truth" in Lamiroir's
testimony...

Klavier:
...A nugget we have yet to
uncover?

Apollo:
...Exactly.

Judge:
Hmm...

Judge:
If Lamiroir was attacked, this
has serious implications!

Judge:
Very well...

Judge:
There were some vague points
in her testimony during
yesterday's trial.

Judge:
Perhaps we did not inquire
as deeply as we might have
into some.

Judge:
The court will hear Lamiroir's
testimony once more!

Klavier:
...Lamiroir, I must apologize.

Klavier:
We must ask you to stand
again and speak.

Lamiroir:
You need not apologize.

Lamiroir:
I know that Machi is
innocent.

Lamiroir:
And I will do all that I can
until the court realizes this.

Apollo:
Let's review your testimony
from yesterday.

Apollo:
You told us you heard two
gunshots and the shooter's
voice through the window.

Apollo:
...And that the voice belonged
to Daryan Crescend, yes?

Lamiroir:
...That is correct.

Klavier:
At which point I proved she
could not be correct.

Klavier:
She couldn't have heard any
of those things.

Klavier:
The small window at the scene
was closed, and was found
to be quite soundproof.

Apollo:
......

Judge:
...You have nothing to say
to that, Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
I don't know exactly what,
yet, but I do know there's
something there!

Klavier:
There is, it seems, much
you do not know.

Jduge:
And yet it is my duty to
hear him out.

Judge:
Perhaps the witness would be
so kind as to testify once
more to the court?

Lamiroir:
...Of course, Your Honor.

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- What I Heard --
	
	Lamiroir:
	I was on my way from the
	stage to the backstage exit.
	
	Lamiroir:
	That's when I heard them:
	Mr. LeTouse and the detective.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I heard the faint sound of
	a gunshot and stopped.  Then
	I heard another gunshot.
	
	Lamiroir:
	There was the smell of
	gunpowder... I knew I must
	tell someone, but...
	
	Lamiroir:
	I was in a hurry, so I kept
	moving past the small window.
	
Judge:
Hmm... Pretty much the same as
yesterday's testimony.

Lamiroir:
I am sorry.

Lamiroir:
I am not used to speaking
much in this language.

Lamiroir:
Perhaps my descriptions are
lacking in some way.

Lamiroir:
Yet, everything I have said
here is the truth.

Klavier:
Then it is my distinct
displeasure to say this.

Klavier:
What you have said to have
happened... is impossible.

Apollo:
Do I have to repeat myself?

Apollo:
Lamiroir was attacked because
of this testimony!

Klavier:
...!

Trucy:
......

Apollo:
Wh-What?  Trucy?

Trucy:
Apollo... You know, for a
moment there...

Trucy:
...You were pretty cool.

Apollo:
(...Maybe I do better when I
don't try to think ahead.)

Judge:
Very well, Mr. Justice.

Judge:
Perhaps you can "coolly"
cross-examine the witness?

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- What I Heard --
	
	Lamiroir:
	I was on my way from the
	stage to the backstage exit.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		......
		
		Lamiroir:
		Is something wrong?
		
		Apollo:
		(I raised an objection...)
		
		Apollo:
		(...but she's saying the same
		thing she said before...)
		
		Judge:
		Mr. Justice?
		
		Apollo:
		S-Sorry, it's nothing.
		Please continue with your
		testimony.
		
		Judge:
		Hmm.  Now I know what they
		mean about the reckless
		youth these days.
		
		Klavier:
		The one in red over there is
		a shining example, Herr Judge.
		
		Apollo:
		(You're the last person who
		should be pointing fingers,
		Mr. Rock Star...)
	
	Lamiroir:
	That's when I heard them:
	Mr. LeTouse and the detective.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Daryan Crescend...?
		
		Lamiroir:
		I did not know his name at
		the time.
		
		Lamiroir:
		But yes, it was him, the
		one who took the stand
		yesterday.
		
		Klavier:
		How many times do I need to
		remind you that's impossible?
		
		Klavier:
		There is no way you could
		have heard him.
		
		Apollo:
		Because the window at the
		scene was closed?
		
		Apollo:
		Is that why?
		
		Klavier:
		Of course.
		
		Trucy:
		Apollo!  If we keep asking the
		same questions as yesterday
		we won't get anywhere!
		
		Apollo:
		(She's right.  Maybe there's a
		different angle I can try?)
		
		
			[ No need ]
			
			Apollo:
			(On second thought, maybe I'll
			just play it safe here.)
			
			Apollo:
			(See, I can be calm and
			collected, too, sometimes!)
			
			Trucy:
			Don't get too calm, or you
			might grind to a halt.
			
			Apollo:
			Thanks for the vote of
			confidence.
			
			Trucy:
			I liked you better before
			with the "do I have to repeat
			myself" bit.
			
			Apollo:
			(Argh, so which should I be?
			...Maybe I am overthinking
			this whole thing.)
			
			
			[ Did you hear anything else? ]
			
			Apollo:
			Did you happen to hear
			anything else at that time?
			
			Lamiroir:
			Anything else...?
			
			Apollo:
			Anything else besides the
			victim and the shooter's
			conversation.  Anything at all.
			
			Klavier:
			That's quite the vague
			question.
			
			Lamiroir:
			......
			
			Lamiroir:
			Other than the conversation?
			I heard a clock ticking, the
			two men breathing, footsteps.
			
			Lamiroir:
			...That is all.
			
			Klavier:
			Nothing new there, as
			expected.
			
			Apollo:
			(Ack!  I was hoping for a
			little more than that!)
			
			Judge:
			Perhaps we should just carry
			on with the cross-examination.
			
			Lamiroir:
			As you wish.
			
			
			[ What were they talking about? ]
			
			Apollo:
			Lamiroir, do you by any chance
			remember what they were saying
			to each other?
			
			Apollo:
			If so, please tell us!
			
			Klavier:
			......
			
			Lamiroir:
			I have given it much
			reflection, but...
			
			Apollo:
			(I was afraid of this.  She
			doesn't remember...)
			
			Lamiroir:
			...I only heard one phrase
			clearly.
			
			Apollo:
			A whole phrase!?
			
			Klavier:
			You remember something that
			was said!?
			
			Apollo:
			Why didn't you say anything
			yesterday!?
			
			Lamiroir:
			Though my memory is clear,
			I was afraid to speak.
			
			Lamiroir:
			You see, I do not understand
			what was said.
			
			Apollo:
			(This could be it!  The clue
			I've been waiting for!)
			
			Apollo:
			W-Well what did he say!?
			
			Lamiroir:
			It was the other man speaking,
			not Mr. LeTouse.
			
			Apollo:
			The shooter, then.
			(Daryan Crescend...)
			
			Judge:
			Well, what did he say!?
			
			Lamiroir:
			......
			
			Lamiroir:
			"It's over.  Press the switch!
			Now!"
			
			Judge:
			"Switch"...?
			
			Judge:
			And the shooter said this
			to the victim, Mr. LeTouse?
			
			Lamiroir:
			I thought it quite strange
			myself, afterward.
			
			Judge:
			Hmm.  It is a mystery.  What
			could it possibly mean?
			
			Judge:
			Mr. Justice?  Care to shed
			some light on this?
			
			Apollo:
			Urk.  Um, I mean, sure...!
			I-I'd be delighted...
			
			Apollo:
			It's, um, very, very vital!
			Maybe we could add that to the
			testimony!
			
			Trucy:
			"Maybe", Apollo?
			
			
		((Press Again))

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		So, you remember a part of
		their conversation.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, the conversation between
		Mr. LeTouse and the detective.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I remember it quite clearly.
	
	Lamiroir:
	From the small window, I 
	heard a voice say, "Press
	the switch!  Now!"
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		And it was Detective Daryan
		Crescend's voice?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, I am sure of it.
		
		Judge:
		"It's over.  Press the switch."
		
		Judge:
		Why would he say that to
		Mr. LeTouse?
		
		Trucy:
		Apollo!
		
		Trucy:
		The murder weapon, the revolver
		was Mr. LeTouse's, right?
		
		Apollo:
		Yeah... what of it?
		
		Trucy:
		Well, maybe when he said,
		"Press the switch"...
		
		Trucy:
		...he really meant to say,
		"Pull the trigger!"
		
		Trucy:
		Because his English isn't
		so good!
		
		Apollo:
		......
		
		Apollo:
		Daryan Crescend is a native
		speaker!
		
		Trucy:
		Oh.  Oh, right!  Sorry, I kind
		of forgot who was what.
		
		Apollo:
		("Press the switch"...)
		
		Apollo:
		(That's not something a
		killer usually says to
		his or her victim, is it.)
		
		Judge:
		Was there no one else in the
		room?
		
		Lamiroir:
		...I do not know.
		
		Lamiroir:
		All I heard was Mr. LeTouse
		and the detective.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I heard the faint sound of
	a gunshot and stopped.  Then
	I heard another gunshot.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		There were two gunshots...
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, I heard two.  One after
		the other.
		
		Apollo:
		(That fits with the bullet
		holes at the scene.)
		
		Apollo:
		(Nothing really new here
		to pick up...)
	
	Lamiroir:
	There was the smell of
	gunpowder... I knew I must
	tell someone, but...
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Why didn't you tell someone
		immediately?
		
		Lamiroir:
		W-Well I...
		
		Judge:
		If it were me, I would have
		gone to the police right away.
		
		Judge:
		It's our duty as citizens!
		
		Klavier:
		This may be beside the point,
		but Lamiroir isn't a citizen.
		
		Klavier:
		Though one would hope such
		common sense prevails in
		Borginia as well...?
		
		Lamiroir:
		......
		
		Trucy:
		Lamiroir seems awfully quiet
		all of a sudden.
		
		Apollo:
		(That's strange... Could she
		be hiding something?)
		
		Lamiroir:
		It is as you say, yet, at
		the time...
	
	Lamiroir:
	I was in a hurry, so I kept
	moving past the small window.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You were in a hurry...
		to go where?
		
		Lamiroir:
		...I was on my way to the
		backstage exit, as I have
		said.
		
		Apollo:
		Why were you in such a hurry
		then?
		
		Lamiroir:
		W-Well... I don't think that
		has anything to do with this
		case.
		
		Apollo:
		It very well might!
		Please answer the question!
		
		Klavier:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Klavier:
		Are you alright, Lamiroir?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes... Yes.  I am just tired.
		
		Klavier:
		Recall what I told you
		yesterday, Herr Forehead.
		
		Klavier:
		Lamiroir suffers from
		serious amnesia.
		
		Klavier:
		Please refrain from
		traumatizing her further.
		
		Apollo:
		(Grr... What, so he can just
		dismiss questions he thinks
		are "too traumatizing"!?)
		
		Klavier:
		Why don't you prove her reason
		had a connection to the case
		before asking about it, ja?
		
		Judge:
		The prosecution's objection
		is sustained.
		
		Judge:
		The current question is moot.
		Mr. Justice, please continue
		with your cross-examination.
		
	Apollo:
	(Lamiroir was attacked because
	of this testimony.)
	
	Apollo:
	(I know she was...
	So something's got to be
	hidden here!)
	
	Trucy:
	Maybe there's some detail
	we're missing?
	
	Apollo:
	I guess we'll just have to
	get her to fill in the blanks.
	
	Trucy:
	Right!
	
((Present Remote Trigger))

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
..."Press the switch."

Apollo:
There's only one key that can
unlock the mystery of those
words!

Klavier:
Oh?

Klavier:
Yet there was nothing at the
scene that could be called
a "switch".  Save the lights'.

Apollo:
True, there wasn't a switch
at the scene.

Apollo:
But, it just so happens...

Apollo:
I have a "switch" right here.

Judge:
That certainly does look like
a switch, doesn't it.

Apollo:
The problem is...

Apollo:
...this was found not at the
scene of the crime, but on
the stage.

Judge:
The stage...?

Apollo:
Where the concert was held,
yes.

Apollo:
This was found hidden there!

Klavier:
On the stage...

Judge:
Are you claiming that the
voice Lamiroir heard...

Judge:
...was of someone commanding
another to press this switch?

Apollo:
...It's a possibility.

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
Oh, Herr Forehead?  I'd call
that an "impossibility".

Apollo:
...Why?

Klavier:
It's hardly necessary for me
to remind the court of the
layout of the concert forum.

Klavier:
The stage is quite far from
Lamiroir's dressing room.

Klavier:
Not to mention that the
Gavinners were in the middle
of a concert on said stage.

Klavier:
We aren't known for being a
quiet band.

Klavier:
You could shout all you
wanted and not be heard.

Lamiroir:
The detective's voice was
loud... but certainly not
a shout.

Klavier:
So, too, have Herr Forehead's
cries of "possibility" fallen
far short of being heard...

Apollo:
...Sorry, but he wouldn't
have needed to shout.

Klavier:
...Excuse me?

Apollo:
You heard what I said.  Or...
do you need me to shout it
out for you?

Apollo:
It would have been quite
simple to be heard on the
stage from that dressing room.

Apollo:
Oh, wait, you like evidence
don't you?  How about this!

Apollo:
Using this, it would be easy
to get a message to someone on
stage from the dressing room.


	((Present Wrong))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Judge:
	Hmm.  So the shooter used this
	to erm, get his message to the
	stage?
	
	Judge:
	Perhaps you could demonstrate
	how this was done for us?
	
	Apollo:
	......
	(Um... Maybe I was wrong?)
	
	Apollo:
	...Sorry, Your Honor.
	
	Judge:
	What?  I can't hear you!
	
	Apollo:
	(Ha ha, very funny...)
	
	Klavier:
	Apparently, it is easier
	said than done.
	
	Apollo:
	Your Honor!  If I might show
	another piece of evidence!!!
	
	Judge:
	No need to shout, Mr. Justice.
	Go ahead, show your evidence.
	
	Apollo:
	Neither did the shooter need
	to shout, Your Honor.  Not
	with this...!
	
	
((Present Headset))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin.  Perhaps
you're familiar with this?

Klavier:
!
Wh-Why that's...

Judge:
What?  What is it!?

Judge:
Is that some kind of new-
fangled phone they invented
while I wasn't looking!?

Apollo:
This is a type of transmitter.
A communications device.

Judge:
Communications?  Device?

Apollo:
From what I've heard, that
night...

Apollo:
...everyone on stage was
wearing one of these.  Isn't
that right, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
Ah, yes, actually.  They're for
talking between band members.

Klavier:
We all had one on.

Apollo:
So you admit that if you were
wearing one of these...

Apollo:
...talking from the backstage
to the stage would be simple!

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
True, but wait!  Those send out
an electronic signal.

Klavier:
To avoid interference with the
audio systems, their range is
quite limited.

Trucy:
Lamiroir said it was about
thirty feet, right?

Apollo:
Look at this cross-section
diagram of the concert forum.

Klavier:
Ah...

Apollo:
Exactly.  The walk from the
stage to the backstage seems
far.

Apollo:
But the direct distance is
less than thirty feet!

Klavier:
That... can't be...

Judge:
So, when Lamiroir heard the
shooter's voice...

Judge:
...he could have been talking
to someone on stage!

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
Hah!  You're claiming this is
the "switch" in question?

Klavier:
Why did it have to be on the
stage at the time?

Klavier:
It could be placed in a pocket
and carried anywhere!

Klavier:
Someone could have hid it on
the stage after the fact!

Trucy:
Hey... he's got a point!

Trucy:
How do we know where it was
when she heard the voice?

Trucy:
...When the shooter said
"press the switch"?

Apollo:
Well, I guess we don't...

Judge:
Hmm...
An unfortunate situation.

Judge:
I'm afraid that until we know
where this switch was, there's
little point in debating it.

Apollo:
Ugh...

Apollo:
(I was sure this was the
way to go with this...!)

Klavier:
What is the switch, anyway?

Klavier:
We don't even know that basic
fact.

Apollo:
......

Apollo:
(Wait a second...)

Apollo:
(I do know what this "switch"
is!)

Apollo:
(And if you follow that train
of logic to its incredible
conclusion...)

Apollo:
(...it ends up in proof that
completely changes this
case!)

Trucy:
What's up, Apollo?
Apollo...?

Apollo:
We know about this "switch",
right?  We know what it is.

Trucy:
Y...Yeah?

Apollo:
Well... think of when it
was used that day...

Apollo:
Think of what happened!

Judge:
Well, Mr. Justice?

Judge:
If you have no further
information to share
concerning this switch...

Apollo:
...Your Honor!

Judge:
Yes, Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
I've been remiss in not
telling the court this before.

Apollo:
I know what this "switch" is.

Judge:
Hmm...

Judge:
Well, it seems the defense is
set upon linking this switch
to the case.

Judge:
Let's see your evidence of
the link!

Judge:
What evidence do you have to
explain what this "switch" is?


	((Present Wrong))
	
	Apollo:
	*TAKE THAT!*
	
	Judge:
	......
	
	Apollo:
	(...Huh?)
	
	Klavier:
	I fail to see how this
	evidence links the "switch"
	to this case in any way.
	
	Judge:
	Mr. Justice...
	
	Judge:
	Might I recommend a "switch"
	of evidence?
	
	Apollo:
	(Ugh... I knew it.)
	
	Judge:
	Once again, please!
	
	
((Present Igniter))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin, you remember
this?

Klavier:
Ach!  That's that...

Judge:
That what!?

Judge:
Is it another one of those
new-fangled phones!?

Apollo:
This... is an igniter.
(What phone looks like this!?)

Judge:
I-I-Igniter?  You mean it's
like a lighter?

Apollo:
Yes, actually.

Klavier:
You aren't saying this
switch is a remote...?

Apollo:
I am.  This is a remote trigger
for an igniter.

Klavier:
What...?

Apollo:
Look, I'll show you.

Judge:
..............
Yow yow yow yow yow!

Judge:
Mr. Justice!  You will cease
and desist from burning down
this courtroom!

Apollo:
Er, sorry.  That was a bit
more fire than I'd expected.

Judge:
If my whiskers had caught
on fire...

Apollo:
...Prosecutor Gavin.  Let me
repeat myself.

Apollo:
This switch is a remote
igniter trigger.

Klavier:
......

Apollo:
Doesn't that suggest something
to you?

Klavier:
You're... talking about what
happened to me, aren't you?

Trucy:
Ah...!

Apollo:
Exactly.  That night at the
concert there was one unusual
burst of flame.

Apollo:
...When your guitar caught
fire in the middle of the
performance!

Judge:
Wasn't that part of the
stage show, though?

Apollo:
Prosecutor Gavin was entirely
unaware such a thing had been
planned.

Apollo:
And the guitar that burned
was a valuable keepsake.

Trucy:
That's right... He got it in
Borginia from Lamiroir!

Trucy:
He said the sound was amazing.
Before it burned, of course.
Now it just kind of smokes.

Klavier:
The better the guitar, the
brighter it burns.

Klavier:
Herr Forehead!

Apollo:
Yes?

Klavier:
Don't tell me you're trying
to tie these two things
together?

Klavier:
Those being the shooter's
voice, heard by Lamiroir...

Klavier:
...and the guitar suddenly
catching on fire?

Apollo:
I am.  It's really simple when
you think about it.

Apollo:
Mr. LeTouse and the shooter
were at the crime scene.

Apollo:
The shooter was wearing a 
headset.

Apollo:
He ordered someone on stage to
"press the switch".

Apollo:
The switch was pressed, and
the guitar caught fire.

Judge:
Well, that does seem to make
sense...

Judge:
Though something about it is
bugging me.  Can't quite put
my finger on it...

Apollo:
Really?  It seems pretty
simple to me.

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
Herr Forehead, don't destroy
what little respect I have for
you!

Apollo:
......

Klavier:
I was expecting something
a little more... sensible.

Klavier:
I guess I was wrong.

Judge:
What's this all about,
Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
His simple story simply makes
no sense.

Klavier:
Think!  That night, my guitar
caught fire, yes.

Klavier:
The cause... may have been
this, indeed.

Klavier:
However!

Klavier:
The guitar caught fire during
the second set!

Trucy:
Ack!  That's right!
Of course!

Trucy:
The guitar caught fire during
Lamiroir's song!

Klavier:
Indeed.  Yet the shooting
happened during the third set.

Klavier:
The two are utterly unrelated!

Judge:
Hmm, yes, that must have been
what was bugging me.

Judge:
The whole premise for this
is faulty!

Klavier:
See?  His story makes no sense.

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Are you sure about that?

Judge:
...!

Judge:
What exactly do you mean,
Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
Maybe it's not the premise for
my explanation of the switch
that's at fault...

Apollo:
...Maybe it's our premise for
the entire case so far!

Judge:
What premise is this,
specifically?

Apollo:
I'm glad you asked.

Apollo:
I'm saying that maybe the
killing didn't take place
in the third act!

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
What's this?

Klavier:
But Detective Ema Skye heard
shots and found the body.

Klavier:
All of this happened in the
third act!

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Gunshots rang out...

Apollo:
And, according to his
testimony, Machi was in that
dressing room at the time.

Judge:
Where are you going with
this, Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
Stay with me, Your Honor!
He also told us this in
his testimony:

Apollo:
Namely, that the victim had
already been shot!

Apollo:
We all heard gunshots... but
no one saw the shooting!

Klavier:
This... This is insane!

Apollo:
Just before the "shooting"
took place, the "shooter" was
heard on his headset...

Apollo:
...telling someone to "press
the switch"!

Apollo:
The next moment, Prosecutor
Gavin's guitar burst into
flame.

Apollo:
We know that a remote
triggered igniter was inside
the guitar.

Apollo:
From all these facts, we can
draw only one conclusion!

Apollo:
The crime did not take place
during the third act...

Apollo:
...but during the ballad
performance... The second act!

Klavier:
Whaaat!?

Judge:
Order!  Order!  Order!

Judge:
B-But that goes against
the evidence!

Apollo:
...What does, Your Honor?

Judge:
This crime was carried out
according to the lyrics of
that song, yes?

Trucy:
Hey, he's right!  Look!

Trucy:
The "bullet" is supposed
to come after the "fire"!

Apollo:
You're thinking about it
the wrong way.

Trucy:
Huh?

Apollo:
Look...

Apollo:
Why would the shooter craft
the events of the day to
follow the lyrics anyway?

Apollo:
It's an awful lot of trouble
to go through.

Apollo:
...With little merit for the
person doing it.

Judge:
Well, I'm sure whoever it was
had some reason...

Apollo:
Yes, they did.

Apollo:
A reason that made it
advantageous to follow
the lyrics.

Klavier:
...You're saying the order
was reversed on purpose!

Judge:
Hmm?  Reversed, Prosecutor
Gavin?

Klavier:
If the criminal followed the
lyrics strictly, then yes...

Klavier:
...the shooting would have had
to come after the guitar burst
into flame.

Klavier:
Yet, Herr Forehead has raised
another possibility.

Klavier:
He's claiming that the 
bullet came not after, but
just before the "fire".

Apollo:
...Couldn't have put it better
myself.

Apollo:
We were only meant to think
that the shooting came after
the guitar burst into flame!

Apollo:
That was the criminal's
objective!

Apollo:
The crime followed the lyrics
to a point, but that was the
ruse!

Apollo:
Why else would the killer risk
discovery by moving the body?

Apollo:
That was the final touch to
make us think he'd followed
the lyrics the whole way!

Judge:
Order!  Order!  Order!

Judge:
That would explain this most
unusual situation...

Apollo:
It does!  The killer changed
the order of events to create
himself an alibi!

Apollo:
In other words...

Apollo:
The killer was someone who had
an alibi for the third set,
but not the second!

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
I was hoping it wouldn't come
to this.  But sadly, it has.

Klavier:
Let me tell you why your
little fairy tale makes no
sense at all.

Apollo:
......

Klavier:
Oh, it sounds good, I'll give
you that.

Klavier:
You've given us a reason why
the killer bothered following
the lyrics of my song.

Klavier:
But I question your logic!

Klavier:
...For it's flawed from the
very beginning.

Apollo:
Flawed?

Klavier:
Yes.  A contradiction, Herr
Forehead, one I've pointed
out several times, no less.

Klavier:
At the time of the crime, the
small window at the scene was
closed...

Klavier:
How could Lamiroir have heard
a voice through it?

Apollo:
Oh...

Klavier:
I know that you would like
to divert our attention from
this critical fact.

Klavier:
But you're basing your entire
line of reasoning on a false
premise!

Apollo:
......
(Right...)

Apollo:
(Lamiroir's testimony is my
entire case...)

Apollo:
(...That voice she heard...
The shooter's voice...)

Trucy:
W-What if she couldn't hear
it, Apollo?

Apollo:
Look, what do we have.
A man saying "press the
switch!"

Apollo:
And near the crime scene,
we have a switch.

Apollo:
Which acts as a remote trigger
for an igniter.

Apollo:
And last, but not least,
Prosecutor Gavin's flaming
guitar.

Apollo:
(It can't all be coincidence!
But how do I make it work?)

Klavier:
I see a more direct line of
questioning is required.

Klavier:
When the crime scene was
investigated, immediately
after the crime...

Klavier:
...that window was closed!

Klavier:
Care to tell us how Lamiroir
heard the voice?

Judge:
Hmm...

Judge:
A key point, to be sure.

Judge:
...Mr. Justice!  Can you
explain this to the court?

Apollo:
(OK Justice, you've got
one thing to prove, and
one thing only.)

Apollo:
(Lamiroir heard a "voice"...)

Apollo:
(...and she heard it during
the second set!)

Apollo:
(Think!  How was Lamiroir able
to hear the voice?)


	[ The window was open. ]
	
	Apollo:
	Obviously, the window was
	open...
	
	Apollo:
	It had to be for her to hear
	the voice!
	
	Klavier:
	*OBJECTION!*
	
	Klavier:
	News bulletin, Herr Forehead:
	That horse is dead.  Stop
	beating it, for all our sakes.
	
	Klavier:
	That window was closed!
	
	Klavier:
	This is a hard fact, reported
	by the investigation team.
	
	Apollo:
	B-But...
	
	Klavier:
	Oh?  You have evidence to the
	contrary, perhaps?
	
	Apollo:
	Well, no, but...
	
	Klavier:
	Then do be quiet.  I tire of
	this charade.
	
	Apollo:
	(Grr... Time to rethink this!)
	
	
	[ She has divine hearing. ]
	
	Apollo:
	The window was closed, as you
	say, yet Lamiroir could still
	hear the voice...
	
	Apollo:
	...because she has the power
	of divine hearing!
	
	Apollo:
	That's the only explanation!
	
	Lamiroir:
	......
	
	Klavier:
	......
	
	Judge:
	...The witness is a Siren,
	Mr. Justice.  Not a Saint.
	
	Apollo:
	Um, I said "hearing", Your
	Honor, not "healing".
	(Well that fell on deaf ears.)
	
	Lamiroir:
	I'm not sure I know what this
	"divine hearing" ability is...
	
	Klavier:
	Then perhaps we should hear it
	straight from the All-Powerful
	Voice himself.
	
	Klavier:
	Care to explain how
	clairaudience has anything
	to do with this case?
	
	Apollo:
	Uh... Erm... Can we just
	move on now?
	
	Judge:
	Only if you can enlighten this
	court!
	
	Apollo:
	(Time to rethink this...!)
	
	
	[ She was somewhere else. ]
	
	Apollo:
	When we investigated the
	scene, the window was closed.
	
	Apollo:
	The shooter had no reason to
	close it, had it been open,
	either.
	
	Apollo:
	Meaning, it was impossible to
	hear the voice through that
	window.
	
	Klavier:
	Ah, it's good to hear you
	making sense again.
	
	Klavier:
	For a moment, I was afraid you
	might be a Borginian, too.
	
	Apollo:
	...As I was saying, Lamiroir
	could not hear the voice
	through that window.
	
	Apollo:
	So there can be only one
	explanation.
	
	Apollo:
	She heard the voice from
	another location entirely!
	

	Judge:
	Wh-What's this...?
	
	Klavier:
	Ha ha ha, you do amuse me so.

	Klavier:
	And here I thought you and
	good sense were back on
	speaking terms.
	
	Klavier:
	Now, I'm afraid you and good
	sense speak two entirely
	different languages.
	
	Apollo:
	......
	
	Klavier:
	Shall I interpret for you,
	Herr Forehead?
	
	Klavier:
	Lamiroir clearly stated she
	heard the voice through that
	small window!
	
	Klavier:
	And there is only one "small
	window" at the scene!
	
	Apollo:
	...Are you sure?
	
	Klavier:
	!
	
	Apollo:
	Think about it...
	
	Apollo:
	Isn't there another "small
	window" at the scene?
	
	Trucy:
	Th-There is!?
	
	Judge:
	Ah, I know that look.  He wants
	us to ask him.
	
	Judge:
	Very well.  You claim Lamiroir
	heard the voice from another
	location?
	
	Judge:
	Mr. Justice, show us where
	this location was!
	
	Apollo:
	Lamiroir heard the voice
	from... here!
	
	
		((Present Window))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Apollo:
		There!  That's a small window!
		
		Klavier:
		And this changes what?
		
		Apollo:
		(Not much, I know...)
		
		Apollo:
		...Erm, I couldn't find
		anything better, so...
		
		Judge:
		The court applauds your
		honesty.  And weeps for your
		case, Mr. Justice.
		
		Apollo:
		(You're not the only one
		crying here...)
		
		Trucy:
		Apollo!  Think it through
		again!
		
		Apollo:
		I know... I'm trying...
		
		
		((Present Other))
		
		Apollo:
		*TAKE THAT!*
		
		Judge:
		......
		
		Judge:
		Does this look like a small
		window to you, Mr. Justice?
		
		Apollo:
		...The state of modern society
		can be read from numerous
		objects and artifacts.
		
		Apollo:
		In a sense, anything can be
		a "window" on our society.
		
		Judge:
		I didn't ask you to point out
		a window on society.  I want
		a window on the crime scene!
		
		Apollo:
		(No points for trying...?)
		
		Apollo:
		(Lamiroir claims she heard
		the voice through a
		"small window".)
		
		Apollo:
		(...And if the small window
		we know about was closed...)
		
		Apollo:
		(...there's only one other
		thing she could have meant!)


((Present Air Vent))

Apollo:
*TAKE THAT!*

Apollo:
...This is where Lamiroir
heard that voice from.

Judge:
B-But that's no "small
window"!

Judge:
That's the air vent!

Apollo:
What did she tell us?

Apollo:
She said she's a Borginian,
unfamiliar with our language!

Apollo:
It's not a stretch to imagine
she called this "air vent" a
"small window"!

Klavier:
*OBJECTION!*

Klavier:
Now you've done it.  You've
gone beyond ridiculous and
into... ludicrous.

Klavier:
So Lamiroir was up in the
ventilation system listening
to this man's voice?

Apollo:
That's the only logical
explanation, yes.

Klavier:
"Logical"?  I do not think this
word means what you think it
means, Herr Forehead!

Apollo:
OK, what about it isn't
logical?

Klavier:
Hah!  It hardly merits saying!

Klavier:
Why would Lamiroir be in the
ventilation system?

Klavier:
Hiding like a rat!
No offense intended to her,
of course.

Apollo:
The explanation for that is
simple, Prosecutor Gavin.

Apollo:
Isn't it... Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
...!

Apollo:
You have been listening to
our discussion here, yes?

Lamiroir:
...Yes.

Lamiroir:
I admit, it's had me quite
confused since yesterday.

Lamiroir:
Yes, the small window was
closed...

Lamiroir:
...but why should that mean
I could not hear through it?

Lamiroir:
I feared our prosecutor might
himself need an interpreter...

Klavier:
Urk...

Apollo:
The problem here is words.

Apollo:
Lamiroir, this "small window"
through which you heard the
voice...

Apollo:
Was it up high, on the ceiling
of the room?  Not low on a 
wall?

Lamiroir:
...Yes, it was up on the
ceiling.

Klavier:
Whaaaat!?

Judge:
Order!  Order!
I will have order!!!

Judge:
...Witness!  You will clarify
this statement to the court!

Judge:
Are you, in fact, saying
that you were up above the
ceiling of the room?

Judge:
And that's where you heard
the moment of the crime?

Lamiroir:
Yes, in fact, I was.

Lamiroir:
I am sorry.  I never imagined
it would become such an
important point...

Apollo:
Yes, well... why the heck
were you up there!?

Lamiroir:
......

Judge:
I believe it's time for
another testimony.

Lamiroir:
I... I'm not sure I...
I can't.

Judge:
May I remind you this is a
murder trial?  We will hear
your testimony!

Judge:
Tell us why you "witnessed"
the crime from above the
ceiling of that room!

Judge:
...Please.

Lamiroir:
......

Apollo:
(Well... Looks like I'm on
the right track...)

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- Above the Ceiling --
	
	Lamiroir:
	Yes, I was above the ceiling
	when I heard the voice.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I had heard there was a, er,
	"small window" there before.
	
	Lamiroir:
	It was in the middle of my
	performance... I had no time
	to report what I had heard.
	
	Lamiroir:
	As to why I was there...
	I cannot say.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I am bound to secrecy on
	this matter.
	
Judge:
B-Bound to secrecy!?

Lamiroir:
In my line of work, one has
many obligations to uphold.

Judge:
But you say you were in the
middle of your performance!

Judge:
So this did happen during
the second set!

Lamiroir:
...I did not witness the
crime, you must understand.

Lamiroir:
I only know what I heard.

Judge:
Yes, but you must tell us
what you were doing, in
detail!

Klavier:
That's what the
cross-examination is for,
ja, Herr Forehead?

Apollo:
...!

Klavier:
Our mission in this court is
to discern the truth.

Klavier:
No obligation, no binding
pact, may hinder that mission.

Judge:
Hmm...
Very well.

Judge:
Mr. Justice, you may begin
the cross-examination.

Trucy:
Wh-What are you going to do,
Apollo!?

Apollo:
...I'm going to find out the
truth.

Apollo:
(...She was up above that
ceiling for a reason.  I just
have to get it out of her.)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- Above the Ceiling --
	
	Lamiroir:
	Yes, I was above the ceiling
	when I heard the voice.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Above the ceiling... Could
		you be more specific?
		
		Lamiroir:
		I... cannot.
		
		Apollo:
		Because you're bound to
		secrecy?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes...
		
		Lamiroir:
		To tell the truth, I was not
		supposed to even say I was
		above the ceiling.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I dare not say more...
		
		Apollo:
		(Hmm.  Doesn't sound like I'll
		be able to coax it out of
		her just by asking...)
	
	Lamiroir:
	I had heard there was a, er,
	"small window" there before.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		By "small window", you mean
		the air vent?
		
		Lamiroir:
		I only remembered I needed
		to be careful of where I put
		my hands and feet.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I cannot see the light coming
		through the window, of course.
		
		Judge:
		The air vent grate could
		trip you up, certainly.
		
		Lamiroir:
		So, I was walking very
		carefully when I heard the
		gunshots.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Startled, I crouched and
		listened.
		
		Lamiroir:
		That is when I heard his
		voice come from the room.
		
		Apollo:
		(Daryan's voice...)
		
		Lamiroir:
		I knew something terrible had
		happened, yet...
	
	Lamiroir:
	It was in the middle of my
	performance... I had no time
	to report what I had heard.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		So, without a word, you just
		let the third set start?
		
		Lamiroir:
		After the curtain closed for
		the second set, there was
		still much to do...
		
		Apollo:
		You could have prevented this
		whole misunderstanding if you
		had only told us sooner!
		
		Lamiroir:
		...Yes, perhaps I could have.
		
		Klavier:
		I see little point in
		badgering the witness.
		What's done is done!
		
		Klavier:
		The mind works differently
		when one is in the middle
		of a performance.
		
		Klavier:
		Why, I've lost my voice in the
		middle of a show and kept on
		singing, completely unaware.
		
		Apollo:
		(Singing without a voice?
		...If only all contradictions
		were so obvious.)
		
		Apollo:
		(...If only I could get
		Lamiroir to talk.)
		
		Apollo:
		(Pressuring her like this
		doesn't seem to be getting
		me anywhere.)
	
	Lamiroir:
	As to why I was there...
	I cannot say.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You heard the gunshots during
		the second set, during your
		performance.
		
		Apollo:
		...You're quite sure?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes... Why would I lie about
		the time?
		
		Judge:
		Why didn't you tell us this
		yesterday!?
		
		Lamiroir:
		No one asked me.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I thought you all knew...
		
		Judge:
		Hmrgh...
		
		Lamiroir:
		I told you Machi was not
		the killer.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I told you this many times!
		
		Apollo:
		Yes, you did...
		
		Apollo:
		...But you never told us why.
		
		Lamiroir:
		...I am sorry.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I... was not able to speak
		of it.
		
		Apollo:
		(Unable... or unwilling?)
		
		Trucy:
		She's not talking, Apollo.
		What do we do?
		
		Apollo:
		We'll just have to prove it
		ourselves.
		
		Apollo:
		...As long as she is bound by
		this pact of silence, she
		won't talk.
		
		Apollo:
		But if I can prove why she
		was up there, she'll have to
		admit it.
		
		Trucy:
		But how are you going to do
		that!?
		
		Trucy:
		She was singing on the stage,
		Apollo!
		
		Trucy:
		She couldn't have been up
		above the ceiling, too!
		
		Apollo:
		Yes she could.
		
		Trucy:
		!
		
		Apollo:
		I've got a theory as to why,
		too...
		
		Apollo:
		And maybe I've got the
		evidence to prove it!
	
	Lamiroir:
	I am bound to secrecy on
	this matter.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Exactly who bound you to
		secrecy?
		
		Lamiroir:
		I'm... not sure I'm allowed
		to say who it was.
		
		Lamiroir:
		...No, I think perhaps that
		is alright.  It is just a name,
		after all.
		
		Lamiroir:
		It was Valant Gramarye...
		Perhaps you know him?
		
		Klavier:
		Valant Gramarye!  What!?
		
		Trucy:
		You mean Uncle Valant!?
		
		Judge:
		What!?
		Valant Gramarye!?
		
		Judge:
		......
		Who's Valant Gramarye?
		
		Lamiroir:
		A grand magician... the one
		responsible for the illusion
		performed during our concert.
		
		Klavier:
		......
		
		Apollo:
		(Interesting reaction,
		Prosecutor Gavin...)

	Apollo:
	(Lamiroir was bound to
	secrecy...)
	
	Apollo:
	(...It's going to take some
	hard-hitting proof to
	make her talk!)
	
	Apollo:
	(I think I know why she was
	up there... but how do I 
	prove it?)
	
((Present Video Tape))

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
Lamiroir, truth be told, the
reason for your presence above
that ceiling is quite clear.

Apollo:
Especially when you consider
what happened during your
performance.

Lamiroir:
What "happened"...?

Apollo:
Yes.  It's all right here
on this video.

It wraps itself around me,
And now through the air I fly.

Woh... Woh...

Burning on in my heart.  Fire.
Burn my love away.  All away.

Like a bullet of love.  Fire.
Take my life away.  All away.

Guitar, Guitar...
Up together to the sky.

Lamiroir:
......

Apollo:
As we can see, Lamiroir was
clearly not on stage for her
entire performance!

Judge:
Ah...

Apollo:
Though it saddens me to be so
realistic...

Apollo:
Lamiroir is incapable of
actually vanishing, let
alone teleportation.

Apollo:
So, the only explanation is
that she was hidden from view.

Apollo:
And during that time, she
moved to the back of the
forum.

Trucy:
Apollo!

Apollo:
Wh-What, Trucy?

Trucy:
It's not nice to reveal a
magician's secrets!  And it's
against the rules!

Apollo:
But I'm a lawyer!  I'm not
supposed to be nice!

Judge:
This... is all very 
fascinating.

Judge:
But how is it possible?

Judge:
There is only twenty seconds
between when she disappears
nad reappears!

Judge:
She couldn't have moved that
fast!

Klavier:
......

Judge:
Is... something wrong,
Prosecutor Gavin?

Apollo:
...This was his concert,
his show.

Apollo:
He knows how the illusion
was performed.

Judge:
Ah ha!

Apollo:
He's just realizing his own
oversight.

Apollo:
Let's look at the
cross-section diagram again.

Apollo:
Here, we can trace a route
through the ceiling...

Apollo:
It goes from the stage,
through the backstage to
the rear of the forum.

Judge:
Ah... Aaaaah!

Apollo:
Recall Lamiroir's testimony
from yesterday...

Lamiroir:
I was on my way from the
stage to the backstage exit.

Lamiroir:
There was something like a
little window there... That's
how I saw it.

Judge:
She went from the stage to
the backstage exit...

Judge:
...a perfect description of
this route above the ceiling!

Apollo:
Lamiroir knew of this because
of her part in the illusion.

Apollo:
But she wasn't the only one
who knew.

Klavier:
What...?

Apollo:
Just now in the lobby,
Machi told me something:

Machi:
I know.

Machi:
I know if I opening vent...

Machi:
...I can leave stage and
back... backstage.

Klavier:
He said that!?

Apollo:
Oh, were you not informed,
Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
............
I...

Klavier:
I knew about the vanishing
act, of course.

Klavier:
Yet, I had no idea of the
route that would be used.

Klavier:
Why didn't that magician
tell me!

Trucy:
Magicians only reveal
details of their acts on
a need-to-know basis.

Trucy:
They're the bread and butter
of a magician's life, you
know.

Apollo:
(Which is why he bound
Lamiroir to secrecy...)

Apollo:
...Well, Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
...I am impressed, 
Mr. Attorney.

Lamiroir:
Machi was right about you.

Judge:
So... what does this mean?

Judge:
Are you saying you used this
route above the ceiling?

Lamiroir:
...I did.

Judge:
Well, that's that... but
I'm still a little confused.

Apollo:
Why's that, Your Honor?

Judge:
As I said before...

Judge:
There was very little time
between when she disappeared
and when she reappeared.

Judge:
Twenty seconds, tops!
How could she do it so fast?

Judge:
Especially if she stopped
to hear the shooter's voice!

Apollo:
That... That's a good
question.

Judge:
Can the witness explain
this to the court?

Lamiroir:
I... cannot.

Judge:
...Very well.
Mr. Justice?

Apollo:
Yes?

Judge:
It's all up to you
Do your thing.

Apollo:
Um, what thing, Your Honor?

Judge:
You need to explain how
Lamiroir was able to teleport
like she did.

Judge:
Or I'm throwing your case
out with the bathwater.

Apollo:
Ugh...

Apollo:
(Why do I get picked on?  It's
Lamiroir who isn't going
along with the program here!)

Lamiroir:
As I have stated before...

Lamiroir:
I am not at liberty to speak
of the illusion that night
in detail.

Judge:
Then, you'll just have to
tell us what you can.

Judge:
We'll hear your testimony
on this.

Judge:
Mr. Justice, it will be your
job to wring the truth out
of her.

Lamiroir:
Yes, if you would, please.

Apollo:
...Right.

Apollo:
(I feel like a student before
finals...)

Trucy:
Good luck, Apollo!

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- The Big Illusion --
	
	Lamiroir:
	I followed the route exactly
	as I was instructed.
	
	Lamiroir:
	There is an emergency exit
	in the backstage, where a
	stagehand waited.
	
	Lamiroir:
	From there, one can enter
	the forum on the opposite
	side from the stage.
	
	Lamiroir:
	The plan was for me to move
	there in two minutes.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I was on my way, when I
	heard the voice.
	
Judge:
Hmm... Two minutes, you
say?  The mystery deepens!

Apollo:
(I suppose it was too much
to hope that the judge would
come up with something...)

Judge:
As does my curiosity!

Judge:
Take it away, Mr. Justice.

Apollo:
...Right, Your Honor.

Apollo:
(All I have to do is find
the contradiction between
what Lamiroir is saying...)

Apollo:
(...and what we can see
plainly in the video.)

Trucy:
I figured it out already!
I am a magician, after all.

Apollo:
Well, tell me!

Trucy:
Not a chance!

Trucy:
I can't reveal another
magician's secrets!  C'mon!

Apollo:
(Hey!  You're supposed to be on
my side here!)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- The Big Illusion --
	
	Lamiroir:
	I followed the route exactly
	as I was instructed.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		How did you, er, proceed
		along this "route"?
		
		Lamiroir:
		How?  Why, I walked.
		
		Apollo:
		But you arrived behind the
		forum much too fast to have
		been walking!
		
		Apollo:
		Tell the truth Lamiroir...
		you rode some kind of vehicle!
		
		Judge:
		What!?  A vehicle!?  What
		vehicle?
		
		Klavier:
		Ah, what a novel idea.
		I like it.
		
		Trucy:
		Hey, that's not a bad 
		guess!  Wrong, but not bad!
		
		Apollo:
		(Hah hah, yes, laugh at the
		dumb attorney.  I don't mind.)
		
		Lamiroir:
		Ah ha ha.  I'm sorry, but the
		girl is right.  That vent was
		much too small for vehicles.
		
		Lamiroir:
		It was a tight fit.  Even I
		had to crouch as I walked.
		
		Lamiroir:
		I cannot imagine a vehicle
		that would fit in such a
		small space.
		
		Apollo:
		(Argh!  If it wasn't a vehicle
		what was it?)
		
		Judge:
		You had me going for a while
		there, Mr. Justice.  Too bad!
		
		Judge:
		Ready for the next part?
		
		Apollo:
		(Why do I feel like I'm on
		some kind of quiz show?)
	
	Lamiroir:
	There is an emergency exit
	in the backstage, where a
	stagehand waited.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Did everyone on the concert
		staff know about the trick?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Not all.  Only a few that were
		needed to help.
		
		Trucy:
		See?  Like I said, it's on
		a need-to-know basis.
		
		Apollo:
		(So, not many people knew
		about the trick...)
		
		Jduge:
		What were these stagehands
		required to do?
		
		Lamiroir:
		One needed to open the
		emergency exit.
		
		Lamiroir:
		The door to the stairs is
		locked, but once through
		there...
	
	Lamiroir:
	From there, one can enter
	the forum on the opposite
	side from the stage.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		So when you came back out,
		you were behind the audience.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, that is how it worked.
		
		Klavier:
		Not a bad show, if I do
		say so myself.
		
		Trucy:
		That's Uncle Valant for you!
		The old Gramarye touch!
		
		Judge:
		But on the video, you were
		only gone for twenty seconds!
		
		Judge:
		How is that possible?
		
		Apollo:
		(That's the part I don't 
		get either...)
		
		Lamiroir:
		Ah ha ha.  Yes, it would be
		hard to go so far in only
		twenty seconds...
	
	Lamiroir:
	The plan was for me to move
	there in two minutes.

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Two minutes...?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes.  It can be done in one
		minute, if you are running.
		
		Apollo:
		Running?  In that cramped,
		dark tunnel above the ceiling?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Ha ha, Mr. Attorney.  Have you
		forgotten?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Dark or lit, it makes no
		difference to me.
		
		Apollo:
		Ah, that's true, but...
		
		Judge:
		So, you're saying that on the
		night of the concert, you
		made the trip in two minutes?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes... though I nearly didn't
		make it in time.
		
		Lamiroir:
		You see... I stopped halfway.
		
		Apollo:
		(Lamiroir disappears on the
		video for twenty seconds.)
		
		Apollo:
		(But she says she made the
		trip in two minutes!  How?)
		
		Trucy:
		If you want my professional
		opinion, I'll bet the answer's
		right there in that video.
		
		Judge:
		Well, Mr. Justice?
		
		Judge:
		Perhaps you have some
		evidence for us?
		
		Judge:
		Something that can explain
		the discrepancy between the
		video and her testimony?
		
		Apollo:
		Ack!
		
		Apollo:
		(Evidence explaining the
		discrepancy...?)
		
		
			[ There's no evidence ]
			
			Apollo:
			(What kind of evidence could
			prove that...?)
			
			Apollo:
			Um, what's your professional
			opinion about this one,
			Trucy?
			
			Trucy:
			Sorry.  I don't work in
			evidence.
			
			Apollo:
			And I don't work in tricks!
			I'm an attorney, not a
			magician for crying out loud!
			
			Trucy:
			Really?  I'm sure Daddy would
			have loved working on this.
			
			Apollo:
			Thanks, that makes me feel
			oh so much better.
			
			Judge:
			Well, I don't know about
			all of you, but I find
			this mystery fascinating!
			
			Judge:
			And I'm not letting this
			trial go any further until
			we get to the bottom of it!
			
			Judge:
			The defense will continue
			with the cross-examination
			until we have some answers!
			
			Apollo:
			(Easier said than done...)
			
			
			[ Present evidence ]
			
			Apollo:
			There's one piece of evidence
			that explains the discrepancy
			between video and testimony!
			
			
				((Present Wrong))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Judge:
				Ah ha!  So this is it?  The
				magical key to unlocking
				this illusion's dark secret!?
				
				Judge:
				Tell us how it works!
				Quickly!  I can't bear
				the suspense!
				
				Apollo:
				(...I was kind of hoping
				someone else would jump in
				at this point.)
				
				Apollo:
				W-Well, you see...
				
				Klavier:
				*OBJECTION!*
				
				Klavier:
				Herr Judge, I do hate to
				spoil the mood...
				
				Klavier:
				...but I haven't the faintest
				idea what he's talking about.
				And neither does he.
				
				Trucy:
				I'm a little confused, too,
				there, Apollo.
				
				Apollo:
				...Right!  By which I conclude
				that... I was wrong.
				
				Trucy:
				Better luck next time,
				Polly-wog!
				
				Judge:
				...Mr. Justice.
				
				Judge:
				I'm holding you responsible
				for spoiling my mood!
				
				Apollo:
				(Was that a tear I just saw
				in the judge's eye?)
				
				Apollo:
				(...Alright, nothing to do
				but rethink this through.)
				
				Apollo:
				(The key's in the video
				somewhere.  I'm sure of it!)
				
				
				((Present Brooch))
				
				Apollo:
				*TAKE THAT!*
				
				Apollo:
				Lamiroir... do you happen to
				remember this brooch?
				
				Judge:
				Ah ha!  The brooch!  We saw
				that yesterday, did we not?
				
				Apollo:
				It was found at the scene,
				Your Honor.
				
				Klavier:
				And you're bringing this up
				now... why?
				
				Klavier:
				I thought we had already
				determined when that was
				dropped.
				
				Apollo:
				So did I... but we hadn't.
				
				Klavier:
				...!
				
				Apollo:
				Take another look at the
				video...
				
				Apollo:
				Here, you can see she's
				wearing the brooch!
				
				Judge:
				Hmm... So she is.
				
				Apollo:
				Let's look a bit later.
				
				Judge:
				Wh-Whaaat?  The brooch!
				It's gone!
				
				Klavier:
				Whaaat...!?
				
				Apollo:
				Yes... the brooch disappeared
				in the short space of twenty
				seconds.
				
				Apollo:
				And it takes a full minute to
				run from the stage to the
				backstage...
				
				Apollo:
				Which means there can be only
				one explanation.
				
				Apollo:
				The Lamiroir we see before the
				vanishing act and the Lamiroir
				we see after...
				
				Apollo:
				...are two different people!
				
				Judge:
				Wha... Whaaaaaaaaaaat!?
				
				Apollo:
				The brooch was found on the
				floor at the crime scene.
				
				Apollo:
				And not just on the floor...
				
				Apollo:
				...but on the floor directly
				beneath the air vent!
				
				Apollo:
				Lamiroir, tell me...
				
				Apollo:
				Did you drop the brooch
				on your way from the stage
				to the backstage?
				
				Apollo:
				...At the very moment you
				"witnessed" the crime?
				
				Lamiroir:
				...Yes, I think I did.
				
				Judge:
				Order!
				P-Prosecutor Gavin!
				
				Klavier:
				...From your expression, I 
				gather you had no idea this
				was the case, Herr Judge.
				
				Klavier:
				I, of course, knew about it.
				
				Judge:
				Wh-What?
				
				Klavier:
				Don't get me wrong, I wasn't
				hiding it.  It just never
				occurred to me...
				
				Klavier:
				...that the switch and the
				shooting took place at the
				same time.
				
				Apollo:
				So... I was right?  There
				was a switch?
				
				Klavier:
				There was.
				
				Klavier:
				Just before the stage's tower
				rose, Lamiroir was "replaced".
				
				Judge:
				While we're on the subject,
				just who was this replacement
				Lamiroir...?
				
				Klavier:
				Why, the man behind the
				illusion.  Valant Gramarye.
				
				Apollo:
				(It was Gramarye...!?)
				
				Apollo:
				That's... quite the illusion.
				But I still don't get one
				thing...
				
				Lamiroir:
				Yes?
				
				Apollo:
				...The switch happened before
				the tower rose, correct?
				
				Apollo:
				So you weren't on the stage!
				
				Lamiroir:
				That's right.
				
				Apollo:
				But this, er, fake Lamiroir
				is still singing!
				
				Apollo:
				And she's pretty good!
				
				Judge:
				That's true!
				
				Trucy:
				C'mon, Apollo!  That's an
				easy one.
				
				Trucy:
				They were just playing a
				recording!
				
				Klavier:
				Ah ha ha...
				
				Klavier:
				The Gavinners aren't some kind
				of air guitar band, Fräulein.
				
				Trucy:
				Oh?  You mean, I'm wrong?
				
				Klavier:
				When we play a show live, we
				play live.  No recordings.
				
				Klavier:
				...Perhaps you can explain,
				Lamiroir?
				
				Lamiroir:
				Very well...
				
				Judge:
				Yes, do tell!  And add it to
				your testimony.
				
				((Testimony 5 changes))
				
				
		((Press Again))
		
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		All made possible by the
		switching trick.
		
		Lamiroir:
		It was quite a surprise to
		me at first.
		
		Lamiroir:
		To think, a man, posing
		as me!
		
		Klavier:
		An enchantment woven with
		music and magic... Perfection!
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, above all else, I was
		careful that the music did
		not stop.
	
	Lamiroir:
	I was on my way, when I
	heard the voice.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		And it was Daryan's voice
		you heard?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes, I am certain it was him.
		
		Klavier:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Klavier:
		A matter best left for
		later, ja?
		
		Klavier:
		Put that forehead of yours to
		work on this illusion first.
		
		Apollo:
		*OBJECTION!*
		
		Apollo:
		Hold on!  I think the identity
		of the killer is a little
		more important, don't you?
		
		Judge:
		Importance shmortance!
		Objection overruled!
		
		Judge:
		Tell us about the illusion!
		
		Trucy:
		No use trying to avoid the
		problem at hand, Apollo.
		
		Apollo:
		(Trying to avoid the problem?
		This is a murder trial, the
		killer is the problem!)

	Lamiroir:
	I... had to keep singing,
	even while I moved.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You were... singing...?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Yes.
		
		Lamiroir:
		Mr. Gavin expressed a dislike
		for recordings...
		
		Lamiroir:
		So I used this.
		
		Apollo:
		Wait... so you were singing
		the whole time?
		
		Apollo:
		Even when you were crawling
		above the ceiling toward the
		backstage!?
		
		Lamiroir:
		Why should it matter where
		I sing, when everywhere I go
		is the same darkness?
		
	Apollo:
	(The contradiction between
	Lamiroir's testimony and 
	the video...)
	
	Apollo:
	(Unraveling an illusion can't
	be so different from solving
	a normal case... Right...?)
	
	Trucy:
	Sorry, Apollo.  I'm not
	telling.  Not even if you make
	those puppy dog faces.
	
	Apollo:
	(...Fine, fine.)

	
((Pressed new 5))

Judge:
B-But if you were singing
while you were walking...

Trucy:
That's right!  Wouldn't the
shooter and victim have heard?

Trucy:
She was singing right over
their heads, after all!

Apollo:
That... is right!

Klavier:
...Are you sure?

Apollo:
You'd have to be pretty hard
of hearing to miss someone
singing in the ceiling!

Klavier:
Once again we come back to the
state of the scene of the
crime.

Apollo:
What state...?

Trucy:
Ack... I know what he means!
That old speaker, Apollo!

Apollo:
The speaker!?

Apollo:
That speaker was blaring at
the time of the murder...

Ema:
Ah, that's for monitoring the
stage from this room.

Trucy:
Monitoring?

Ema:
It pipes in a real-time feed
from the stage microphones.

Ema:
Useful for knowing when your
set is coming up.

Klavier:
...Satisfied?

Klavier:
That dressing room was fitted
with a large speaker playing
a direct feed from the stage.

Klavier:
...At my request, actually.

Apollo:
So Lamiroir singing in the
ceiling...

Apollo:
...sounded just like Lamiroir
singing over the speaker.

Judge:
Ingenious!  Her voice was
hidden... by her voice!

Lamiroir:
Ah...

Apollo:
Lamiroir?

Lamiroir:
I... have just remembered
something.

Judge:
Do tell!

Lamiroir:
When I heard the noise...
the gunshots, yes?

Lamiroir:
It startled me, so I...

Apollo:
So you...?

Lamiroir:
I stopped singing.

Judge:
What...?

Lamiroir:
I forgot the words I was
supposed to sing!

Apollo:
(The song... stopped!?)

Lamiroir:
Thankfully, it was the very
beginning of the second verse.

Lamiroir:
So not many would notice.

Klavier:
Forehead!  That mixing board
I lent you!  Where is it?

Apollo:
The mixing... huh?

Trucy:
That machine, Apollo!  The one
that breaks music into tracks!

Apollo:
Oh, this!  I'd completely
forgotten about it...

Apollo:
Let's take a listen!

Sugar, Sugar...
O that night, in your embrace.

When you stole away the keys
my heart held on to so tight.

Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody

Apollo:
The song does stop there!

Judge:
It does?  I must have missed
it...

Apollo:
Look at the lyrics sheet,
at the top of the second
verse.

Apollo:
See where it says "Pleasure,
Pleasure..."?

Apollo:
Now listen again!

When you stole away the keys
my heart held on to so tight.

Pleasure...
But a fleeting melody

Judge:
...This is evidence indeed!

Judge:
I believe we are guilty of
making a terrible mistake.

Apollo:
The crime didn't happen
during the third set.

Apollo:
It happened during the second,
during Lamiroir's ballad.

Judge:
If that is true...

Judge:
...then no one on stage during
the second set could have been
the shooter!

Apollo:
Which means that Daryan
Crescend could have done it!

Apollo:
He wasn't on stage for the
second set!

Klavier:
......

Apollo:
Well, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
...Fascinating.

Apollo:
!

Klavier:
I don't believe I've ever
seen a trial turned around
quite so thoroughly.

Klavier:
...Yet one problem remains.

Judge:
What's that, Prosecutor Gavin?

Klavier:
Herr Forehead's theory does
have a certain kind of logic
to it.

Klavier:
Yet it is entirely based upon
Lamiroir's testimony.

Judge:
Yes?  Is there a problem with
that?

Klavier:
Well, it's quite simple,
though it pains me to say it.

Klavier:
What if she is lying to
protect the defendant?

Apollo:
*OBJECTION!*

Apollo:
But you have no proof...!

Klavier:
All I'm saying is that the
truth is as yet unclear.

Klavier:
...Until we hear directly
from the man himself.

Judge:
The man... you don't mean!?

Klavier:
...Yes.

Klavier:
Though he is a friend, and
band member, Daryan Crescend
must take the stand.

Klavier:
I see no other way.

Judge:
As... someone with a new
perspective on the case?

Klavier:
...As a suspect, to be frank.

Apollo:
(...Finally!  The rat's coming
out of his hole!)

Apollo:
(And I'm ready to catch him!
Daryan Crescend, get ready
for Justice!)

Judge:
This is as good a time as any
to pause for a brief recess.

Judge:
The prosecution will summon
the witness.

Judge:
Have him here and ready by the
time we begin.

Klavier:
...I'm the last man who needs
to be reminded of what his
duties are.

Judge:
Very well, court is adjourned
for a fifteen-minute recess!

			To be continued.

				
============================
Episode 3
Turnabout Serenade
Day 3: Trial Latter     -30302-
============================
				
---
July 10, 1:40 PM
District Court
Defendant Lobby No. 2
---

Trucy:
Apollo!
I can't believe it!

Trucy:
It really happened during
the second act?

Trucy:
A-And right in the middle of
Lamiroir's performance!?

Apollo:
Why she was in that
air vent...

Apollo:
...and that "switch" and the
flaming guitar.

Apollo:
When you link it all together,
that's what you end up with.

???:
...I knew you had what it 
took.

Trucy:
Ah... Daddy!

Apollo:
Mr. Wright!

Apollo:
You... believed in me?

Phoenix:
Not really.

Apollo:
Huh?

Phoenix:
I just thought that'd make
a cooler entrance than, say,
"hiya"!

Apollo:
...Why do I even bother
hoping?

Trucy:
Where have you been lately,
Daddy?

Trucy:
You haven't been coming to
the office at all!

Phoenix:
Ah, sorry about that, Trucy.
I'm on a... secret mission.

Trucy:
Secret?  You mean like,
you're undercover?

Apollo:
Like Mr. LeTouse, only shorter
and not as well dressed.

Trucy:
Oh no!  What if you're shot,
too, Daddy!?

Phoenix:
Ah ha ha!  Would I do a thing
like that to you?

Phoenix:
Anyway, I'm off for a while
again.

Apollo:
Huh?
You're leaving?

Phoenix:
Oh, one thing before I go.

Apollo:
What?

Phoenix:
...............
Good luck.

Apollo:
...Right.

Phoenix:
......

Apollo:
......
Um...

Apollo:
Is that all you came to say?

Phoenix:
...I think you have things
pretty much under control.

Phoenix:
You'll get Machi Tobaye off
the hook, no doubt.

Apollo:
Yeah, but...

Phoenix:
But you're after that
detective, aren't you?

Apollo:
Daryan Crescend...

Phoenix:
It won't be easy proving
he did it.

Phoenix:
Especially not under the
current court system...

Apollo:
The current court system...?

Phoenix:
What did Prosecutor Gavin
say during the trial?

Phoenix:
Your case is based on one
fragile assumption.

Phoenix:
...Namely, that our diva
divine is telling the truth.

Trucy:
But what about all the proof?

Trucy:
The brooch... and the switch!

Phoenix:
A piece of jewelry, and a
lyrical blunder...

Phoenix:
There are plenty of other ways
to explain these things.  The
flaming guitar, too.

Phoenix:
...All because you lack
definitive proof of their
connection to the case.

Trucy:
But...!

Phoenix:
If the sultry songstress
is lying...

Phoenix:
...your case melts like
butter in a frying pan.

Phoenix:
Leaving behind the faintly
singed scent of failure.

Apollo:
So what do I do!?

Phoenix:
Like I said.
Good luck.

Phoenix:
And be aware that it will be
impossible to prove his guilt
by conventional methods.

Apollo:
Ugh...

Phoenix:
Oh, that reminds me.

Phoenix:
I have something to give you
from our detective friend.

Apollo:
Detective Skye...
Ema!?

Phoenix:
Let's see.  This bag of snacks
here was meant for me...

Phoenix:
Ah, here it is.

Trucy:
What are those, Daddy?

Trucy:
They don't look like very
good snacking material.

Phoenix:
They were found at the scene.

Phoenix:
Analysis of the fragments
revealed traces of gunpowder.

Trucy:
Gunpowder...!?

Phoenix:
Probably a firecracker or
something similar, like the
ones kids are into these days.

Phoenix:
These fragments were found
under the sofa at the scene of
the crime, actually.

Apollo:
Under the sofa...

Trucy:
Hey, Apollo!

Trucy:
That's where we found that
little device thingy!

Apollo:
Right... this.

Apollo:
(Well, finally, some evidence
that makes sense...)

** Burnt Fragments added to the
Court Record. **

----------------------------
Burnt Fragments
Type: Evidence
Received from
Phoenix Wright.
Found at the crime scene,
bearing a gunpowder residue.
Possibly a firecracker?

	=Check -> Examine Tube=
	
	Apollo:
	So... you think this was
	some kind of firecracker?
	
	Trucy:
	Yeah, or one of those
	noisemakers, like you shoot
	off on New Years!
	
	Apollo:
	Did you know that in China,
	they use firecrackers on
	New Years to scare off evil?
	
	Apollo:
	So, it's kind of the same
	thing.
	
	Trucy:
	Really!?  I had no idea!
	
	Trucy:
	Well did you know this?
	
	Trucy:
	It takes more than 500 peanuts
	to make one 12-ounce jar of
	peanut butter!
	
	Apollo:
	(At least my useless fact had
	something to do with the
	evidence...)
	
----------------------------

Phoenix:
That's all for me, I suppose.

Phoenix:
See you after the verdict.
Maybe.

Apollo:
Right...

Phoenix:
Every man has an igniter
inside him.

Apollo:
...Excuse me?

Phoenix:
Find Daryan Crescend's
igniter... and set it off.

Apollo:
(And he walked out the door,
just like... just like a
magician.  Normally.)

Trucy:
Uhh...
What does he want us to do?

Trucy:
No "conventional methods"?
What does that mean?

Apollo:
I guess we just have to take
his advice, and hope it makes
sense when the time comes.

Trucy:
I guess...

Apollo:
(We're almost at the finish
line.  Hang in there, Trucy.)

---
July 10, 1:55 PM
District Court
Courtroom No. 3
---

Judge:
...Court is now back in
session.  Prosecutor Gavin,
where is Detective Crescend?

Klavier:
In the witness lounge, ready
to be called at any time.

Judge:
Very well.

Klavier:
Might I add... I don't believe
any of this.

Klavier:
He... Daryan was the first
detective I ever worked with.

Klavier:
We stopped working together
when he moved to Criminal
Affairs, Division 3...

Klavier:
But his guitar playing...
it fires my imagination!

Apollo:
That's nice, but it has
nothing to do with the
matter at hand.

Apollo:
...Correct?

Klavier:
Oh, I know.
...Herr Forehead.

Judge:
Very well, call the final
witness to the stand!

Judge:
...Detective Daryan Crescend!

Klavier:
...Name and occupation,
please.

Daryan:
Daryan Crescend.
Detecive, Criminal Affairs,
Division 3.

Daryan:
That's the International 
Affairs Division, for those
of you who didn't know.

Daryan:
...And I'm a guitarist for the
Gavinners.  Maybe you've heard
of us?

Judge:
Do you fully understand the
circumstances under which
you stand before us today?

Daryan:
Yeah, I understand, Your
Honor.

Daryan:
What I don't understand...
is how you let this happen,
"partner".

Klavier:
......

Daryan:
You gave me your word I
wouldn't be standing here.

Klavier:
The situation's changed,
Daryan...

Klavier:
And don't call me "partner".

Daryan:
Feh.  So much for old friends.

Klavier:
......

Apollo:
(I see what you're doing,
Daryan.  You're "pressing" the
prosecution!)

Apollo:
...Your Honor, if we could
begin the trial?

Judge:
Yes, it's high time we did.
Let's hear your testimony.

Judge:
You may begin with your
response to Lamiroir's
testimony.

Judge:
If, in fact you have anything
to say about it.

Daryan:
Oh I got plenty to say.

Daryan:
Lying must be a national
pastime in Borginia.

Daryan:
...And wherever you're
from, Mr. "Justice".  Hah!

Apollo:
......

Apollo:
(Conventional methods are out
the window, huh...)

Apollo:
(...Here goes nothing!)

	** Witness Testimony **
	-- Daryan's Rebuttal --
	
	Daryan:
	The diva's lying, plain and
	simple.  She's got nothing to
	back up her story.
	
	Daryan:
	In the first place, she
	never heard my voice!
	
	Daryan:
	She "forgot the words because
	she heard gunshots"?  As if!
	
	Daryan:
	Didn't Detective Ema Skye
	hear those gunshots during
	the third set, anyway?
	
	Daryan:
	The shooting took place when
	I was on stage, man!
	
Judge:
Hmm...
So you claim Lamiroir's
testimony was a lie?

Daryan:
Hey, don't get me wrong, I dig
what she's doing, trying to
protect that kid.

Daryan:
And she's got the court eating
vague statements out of her
hand just 'cause she's blind.

Klavier:
...You go too far, Daryan.

Daryan:
Look, all I'm saying is,
you've got a reliable witness.

Daryan:
Why not listen to the
detective?

Judge:
Detective Skye...?  Hmm...
I see.

Judge:
Mr. Justice, you may begin the
cross-examination.

Apollo:
(He didn't waste any time
finding our weak spot...)

Apollo:
(I can't do this with
Lamiroir's testimony alone.)

Apollo:
(I'll have to find some other
way to prove when the
shooting took place!)

	** Cross-Examination **
	-- Daryan's Rebuttal --
	
	Daryan:
	The diva's lying, plain and
	simple.  She's got nothing to
	back up her story.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You don't have any proof she
		was lying!
		
		Daryan:
		Oh yeah, kid?
		You saying I lied?
		
		Apollo:
		No! 
		I'm just saying, uh...
		
		Trucy:
		Apollo!  Glare back at him!
		
		Apollo:
		(I couldn't help it!
		I flinched by reflex!)
		
		Apollo:
		Detective Crescend!
		
		Daryan:
		Yeah?
		What do you want?
		
		Apollo:
		Um, n-nothing.
		
		Trucy:
		Apollo!  Chin up!  Back
		straight!  You're wilting!
		
		Apollo:
		(This guy's hard as nails!
		He makes Wocky look downright
		cooperative.)
		
		Daryan:
		Look, there's no way the diva
		remembers my voice.
	
	Daryan:
	In the first place, she
	never heard my voice!

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		You never talked to her,
		even though you were playing
		in the same concert?
		
		Daryan:
		Not a word, as far as I can
		recall.
		
		Apollo:
		But, weren't there planning
		sessions or something?
		
		Daryan:
		Gavin took care of all that
		himself.
		
		Klavier:
		...Daryan wasn't involved in
		any of the meetings with her.
		
		Apollo:
		Ugh...
		
		Daryan:
		As if you can just go around
		remembering everyone's voice
		like that anyway.
		
		Daryan:
		Only an idiot would believe
		that!
		
		Apollo:
		(Lamiroir's hearing is very
		sensitive...)
		
		Apollo:
		(She could remember him if she
		heard him, I'm sure of it...
		I just can't prove it.)
		
		Apollo:
		(And I need proof!)
	
	Daryan:
	She "forgot the words because
	she heard gunshots"?  As if!

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		We know she missed the words.
		The mixing board proved it!
		
		Daryan:
		Oh, yeah, there was a mistake.
		But blaming it on gunshots is
		just a lame excuse.
		
		Apollo:
		What do you mean...?
		
		Daryan:
		The mixing board proves what?
		It proves there was a mistake
		in the song.  A missed cue.
		
		Daryan:
		So?  She just flubbed it up,
		big time.  That's all.
		
		Daryan:
		She spins this story about a
		gunshot to protect the kid...
		and cover for her own goof.
		
		Daryan:
		Man, I'd have to hand it to
		her... if she wasn't sticking
		it to me at the same time.
		
		Klavier:
		...Daryan, watch what you say.
		Lamiroir is an artist.
		
		Klavier:
		She "just flubbed it up"?
		That's no small accusation for
		a performer of her caliber.
		
		Daryan:
		Heh.
		She got to you, alright.
		I can see it in your eyes.
		
		Daryan:
		I tell you, most of her stuff
		is so pretentious, it's way
		over my head.
		
		Apollo:
		(I'm detecting a rift in the
		Gavinners's ranks.)
		
		Daryan:
		Anyway, she's too close to the
		defendant.  Her testimony can't
		be trusted.
		
		Daryan:
		You ask me, I'd go with
		Detective Skye's story at
		the drop of a pick.
	
	Daryan:
	Didn't Detective Ema Skye
	hear those gunshots during
	the third set, anyway?

		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		Actually...
		I was there, too.
		
		Daryan:
		So I hear.
		
		Daryan:
		Which means you heard them,
		too, right?  The gunshots.
		
		Apollo:
		Yes.
		We heard "gunshots".
		
		Apollo:
		Neither I nor Ema actually
		saw the shooting, mind you.
		
		Daryan:
		......
		Heh.
		
		Daryan:
		I guess you and Lamiroir
		got the same excuse then.
		
		Klavier:
		We know one thing for certain
		here.
		
		Klavier:
		There were gunshot-like sounds
		that emanated from that room
		during the third set.
		
		Klavier:
		What we must determine is
		whether those sounds were
		actually gunshots.
		
		Trucy:
		Machi heard them, too!
		
		Trucy:
		Remember he said he ran for
		the air duct when he heard
		them?
		
		Apollo:
		(So... how do we figure out
		just what those "gunshots"
		during the third set were?)
	
	
			((Present Burnt Fragments))
			
			Apollo:
			*OBJECTION!*
			
			Apollo:
			Some things were found at the
			crime scene after yesterday's
			trial.
			
			Judge:
			What things?
			
			Apollo:
			The first was this 
			small device...
			
			Klavier:
			...That's the remote-triggered
			igniter.
			
			Apollo:
			Correct.
			And... one more thing.
			
			Judge:
			What are those?  The remains of
			something burnt?  Not another
			guitar, I hope!?
			
			Klavier:
			Traces of gunpowder were found
			on these fragments.
			
			Klavier:
			We have a report that it was
			something like a firecracker.
			
			Apollo:
			Eh...
			(How did Gavin know about
			this...?)
			
			Klavier:
			What?  You think Detective Skye
			works for you?
			
			Klavier:
			I received the report this
			morning, before coming here.
			
			Klavier:
			That's when I made my
			decision, actually.
			
			Judge:
			What decision is this,
			Prosecutor Gavin?
			
			Klavier:
			I registered Daryan as a
			witness in today's trial.
			
			Klavier:
			...Just in case.
			
			Daryan:
			......
			
			Apollo:
			This raises another
			possibility.
			
			Apollo:
			Those gunshot-like sounds
			during the third set...
			
			Apollo:
			...could have been two
			firecrackers rigged to go
			off by remote control!
			
			Daryan:
			Ha ha!
			
			Daryan:
			You got an active imagination,
			don't you?
			
			Daryan:
			But you shouldn't say
			every little thing you think.
			
			Daryan:
			Your explanation there seems
			a bit too convenient to me.
			
			Apollo:
			How so?
			
			Daryan:
			So, you're saying these
			firecrackers just happened
			to go off...
			
			Daryan:
			...right when two witnesses
			came walking by?  Hah!
			
			Apollo:
			...!
			
			Trucy:
			That's right!
			
			Trucy:
			Daryan was out on stage when
			it happened, Apollo!
			
			Trucy:
			How would he know someone
			was backstage right then!?
			
			Daryan:
			If a firecracker goes off in
			the forest, and there's no
			one there to hear...
			
			Daryan:
			You get my drift!  Why go
			through the trouble, man!?
			
			Apollo:
			Urk...!
			
			Apollo:
			(How do I explain this...?)
			
			Klavier:
			...He may not look it, but
			Daryan is a gifted detective.
			
			Klavier:
			Show any weakness, and he's
			sure to find it.
			
			Daryan:
			"He may not look it", partner?
			Gee, thanks, man.
			
			Klavier:
			...That reminds me.
			
			Klavier:
			I happened to pass through
			that very hallway several
			times that day myself.
			
			Klavier:
			And I saw something odd there
			just before the third set.
			
			Apollo:
			Something... odd?
			
			Klavier:
			A headset.  The kind all of
			the band and staff members
			were wearing.
			
			Apollo:
			...!
			(That's right!)
			
			Apollo:
			(We picked this up in front
			of the door to that dressing
			room!)
			
			Klavier:
			What if that headset wasn't
			dropped, but placed?  And what
			if it was turned on?
			
			Apollo:
			You could hear what was going
			on in that hallway!
			
			Apollo:
			Even if you were out on stage!
			
			Daryan:
			Feh...
			
			Daryan:
			Whose side are you on, Gavin?
			
			Klavier:
			Listen to me, Daryan.  There
			are no sides in a court of
			law.
			
			Daryan:
			......
			
			Klavier:
			Which is why I now turn to
			you, Herr Forehead.
			
			Klavier:
			I've a question for you.
			
			Apollo:
			Huh?
			For me...?
			
			Klavier:
			The igniter and the burnt
			fragments that were found at
			the scene of the crime...
			
			Klavier:
			It's certainly a possibility
			that they were part of a ruse
			to fake the sound of gunshots.
			
			Klavier:
			Throw the headset from the
			hallway into the mix, and
			you could fabricate an alibi.
			
			Klavier:
			But we're still no closer
			to proving anything.
			
			Klavier:
			Those gunshots might have been
			real, or fake.  We can't say.
			
			Apollo:
			Ugh...
			
			Klavier:
			You've raised the possibility
			that the shots heard during
			the third set were faked.
			
			Klavier:
			Now you need to prove the
			other half of the case.
			
			Apollo:
			The other half...?
			
			Daryan:
			Look, I'll just tell him.
			
			Apollo:
			!
			
			Daryan:
			He wants you to prove the
			thing went down in the
			second act...
			
			Daryan:
			...while our little piano
			player was on stage.
			
			Daryan:
			That right, Gavin?
			
			Klavier:
			Indeed.  If you can't prove
			that...
			
			Klavier:
			...then to continue this
			cross-examination would be
			pointless.
			
			Judge:
			Hmm...
			Well, Mr. Justice?
			
			Judge:
			Can you prove the crime took
			place during the second set?
			
			Apollo:
			Uh... Yeah, I think...
			
			Trucy:
			You'd better know, Apollo!
			Otherwise we're through...
			
			Apollo:
			It can be proven!
			
			Klavier:
			...You make it sound like
			someone else is going to come
			along and do it for you.
			
			Judge:
			Let's continue with the
			cross-examination then,
			shall we?
			
			Judge:
			Witness, your testimony,
			if you would.
			
			Apollo:
			(This isn't going to be easy.)
			
			Apollo:
			(I need some decisive proof,
			and fast...)
			
			Daryan:
			Heh... You ready, kid?
			'Cause I am.
	
	Daryan:
	The shooting took place during
	the second set?  If you're so
	sure, let's see your proof.
	
		Apollo:
		*HOLD IT!*
		
		Apollo:
		But the "gunshots" heard
		during the third set could
		have been...
		
		Daryan:
		What?  Some kind of set up?
		I've heard that one before.
		
		Apollo:
		Uh...
		
		Trucy:
		We need proof, Apollo!
		
		Trucy:
		We need to prove that the
		shooting took place during
		the second set!
		
		Apollo:
		Well, if you know how to do
		that, I'm all ears.
		
		Trucy:
		Maybe the gunshots are the
		key after all!
		
		Apollo:
		What do you mean?
		
		Trucy:
		Well, Lamiroir said she
		heard them, right?
		
		Trucy:
		Right in the middle of her
		illusion, when she was up
		above the ceiling.
		
		Apollo:
		...When she forgot the words
		to the song, yeah.
		
		Trucy:
		If you can prove the gun was
		shot right when she missed
		those lyrics...
		
		Trucy:
		...we're home free, I'd think.
		
		Apollo:
		True... Not easy, but true...
		
		Apollo:
		(Is there some way to prove
		that...?)
		
		Trucy:
		Let's take a look through our
		evidence!  Maybe there's
		something in there...
		
		Daryan:
		...Hey, aren't you supposed to