Part 27: Trial Fit For a...

Aviary Office





: Séverin? How rude. Don’t they teach you to knock-

: No time for bickering, Jayjay. It's time!

: Time? For what?

: The trial, you dunce!

: Already?

: A large protest has started to form at the Place de la Concorde. No doubt, it’ll turn into an unruly mob before long. The spirit of revolution is in the air. We must act now. I’m going to start the necessary preparations at the courthouse, so I need you to get the king from the Palais-Royal.

: You want me to drag the king to the courthouse? I’m not even sure that I could drag him from his chair.

: Use diplomacy, you dolt. I'm sure you’ll think of something.

: Right. Come along, Sparrowson. We have a king to defend.









Falcon and Sparrowson rush across the city. Scores of angry eyes watch the pair's every movement. Cocorico was right: the spirit of revolution is in the air. Outside the Palais-Royal, a crowd has started to form. The royal guards watch in nervous anticipation.

King Louis Phillipe





: You again? Shouldn't you be in jail?

: There's no time for that nonsense!

: Your majesty, we need you to come with us.

: Why?



: There's a trial-

: Well why didn't you say so? I love trials! Ooh, am I needed to give a testimony? Please say it's so!

: As a matter of fact, your majesty, yes, I think you will need to give a testimony.

: Oh, goody, goody, goody. Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!







: Did anyone spot us?

: I don't think so. It's still early. The crowds are only just starting to form. With any luck, we can get this trial over with before anyone realizes what's going on.

: You...



: You treasonous scumbags! You actually captured the king!

: Captured?

: Clearly a joke, your majesty.

: Ah. Very subtle. I like it.

: So it's true. You do intend to hold a trial.

: Your actions are utterly despicable. You are all on the same level as the filthy rebel dissenters.

: Do you intend to stop us, inspector?

: ... On any other day, I would. You are rotten law-breakers through and through.

: I want nothing more than to see you tried and punished for your traitorous stances.

: But I owe a debt. To you, Falcon. And to Monsieur Cocorico.

: So you’ll let us pass?

: ... I have ordered for a dozen national guards to set up a perimeter around the entrance of the Palais de Justice.

: The rebels will inevitably catch word that the king is here.

: They will try to storm the building. And when they do, we will be ready to hold them off.

: That's amazing. Thank you, Inspector.

: ... Go on. Before I change my mind.



Trial Opening

: Alright, settle down everyone, settle down.



: Where you are is perfect, your majesty. Now, is everyone here?

: Jayjay Falcon, present. The defense is ready, your honor.

: Séverin Cocorico, present. The prosecution is ready, your honor.

: Ooh, this'll be good. I wonder who's on trial.

: Are the jury all here?



: Everything seems to be in order. The court is now in session for the trial of King Louis Philippe.

: Ooh, that's me!

: ...



: Calm down, your majesty. We’re simply prosecuting you for a short list of thirty-two crimes against the French people.

: What is this madness?!

: Did you set me up to this?!

: Well, yes and no. We're your defense, your majesty.

: I'm so confused..

: The process is simple. I'll state a charge that is being leveled at you, and present my evidence for the charge. You - and your defense - will then have the opportunity to present their own counter-evidence.

: I’m even more confused..

: Just let us do the talking, your majesty. We're doing this for your own good.



: Let us proceed. Prosecution, present the first charge.

: King Louis Philippe, you are being charged with neglecting the lower classes of the nation. Your continued support of Guizot's outdated policies have resulted in an ever-growing wage gap. Poverty is rampant. Animals are forced to turn to begging, thievery, and burglary just to survive. How do you justify this vile attitude?

: Goodness! You're going straight for the jugular, aren't you? I... I'm a good person! I don’t hate poor people.



: Please allow me to do the talking, your majesty. Séverin, the king is far kinder to poor people than the general populous has been led to believe. Some would even describe him as a generous philanthropist.

: Who? Who would describe him as a “generous philanthropist”?

: S-some would.

: You're going to have to do better than that. Show me an example. Just one example of the king being generous to a poor person.



: I would like to present this story. It is the account of a person who was a sick and starving beggar. One day, this beggar was approached by the king. Did the king offer the beggar money? No. He offered something far better. He offered the beggar financial advice.



: Where is that beggar now? He runs a successful business that can pull forty francs from a single client transaction.

: Amazing. And the ex-beggar attributes the king for his radical transformation?

: Well, he didn't say so directly... but it was implied.

: Interesting. Would you mind telling us the name of this person?



: He's a man named Renard Vulpes.

: Oh, Renard Vulpes? The trickster and con-artist who runs that deplorable private investigation service?

: You're familiar with him?

: Of course. That fox has been meddling in trials and disturbing investigations for years.



: Oh dear...



Outside the Palais-Royal, protesters charge at the buildings gates, effortlessly overcoming the royal guards. Looters take the opportunity to overrun and ransack the building.

: Where on Earth is that accursed king?

: Pierro!



The prime minister and the king both fled before we even started our assault? How is that even possible?

: Madame Beaumort! I’ve found someone who may be of use.



: A royal guard? Nice find, Fontaine. Speak, duck. Tell us where the king is.

: Ha! You think me a common turncoat. I would have you know that I am the mighty Officer Beck! I would sooner die than betray my country!



: The Palais de Justice! A couple of lawyers came and took him to the Palais de Justice!

: That was easy. Pierro. Fontaine. Gather the crowd. We're marching on the Palais de Justice.



: What are we up to? Charge twelve? Please continue, prosecutor.

: Very well. King Louis Philippe, you stand accused of crushing small businesses in favor of supporting wealthier industry giants. Such a nepotic attitude only serves to discourage people from forming their own enterprises.

: I disagree. As a self-made businessman, the king has constantly shown his support for all businesses, big and small.

: Another ludicrous assertion from the defense. Prove me wrong, Jayjay. When has the king ever shown support for a grassroots business?





: Angler.

: Sorry, angler, who recently caught an enormous catfish from the Seine. Some say the fish was as large as two meters. Upon catching the fish, the king congratulated the man and offered him compensation for his efforts.

: “Compensation for his efforts”? You mean, he bought the fish.

: I-in so many words, yes.

: Well, putting aside how weak an example that is of a man supporting local businesses, I see a much more pressing issue...



: What if he had killer bait? Like, say, a box of high-end chocolates?

: Ludicrous! Nobody would be stupid enough to use chocolates as fishing bait!

: This would probably work better if you actually gave the fisherman angler some chocolates back in act 3.

: You guys can't be serious...



Outside the doors of the Tribunal de Grande, Inspector Volerti watches the ever-growing crowd of protesters. The national guard poise their bayonets, keeping the angry mob at bay.

: Disgusting rabble, the lot of them.

: Oh? It looks like the guards are letting someone through.

: An emissary of the rebels? Or perhaps one who considers themselves a leader?



: I am.

: I came to talk to you directly. I feel we can settle this maturely. No violence. No casualties.

: Wouldn't that be marvelous.

: We only have one demand. That is, that you stand aside and let me escort the king out the building. Grant me that, and I will order the crowd to disperse.

: ...

: I don't know if this is your first revolution, mademoiselle, but it certainly isn’t mine.

: If your protesters want the king, then they will have to get past the line of national guards. And I don't think your people have the skill, equipment, or raw numbers to accomplish such a feat.

: ...



: ...





: I believe were up to the last charge, are we not?

: Correct. Charge thirty-two. King Louis Philippe, you are accused of being an imbecile! You are mentally unfit to run this country.

: No need to get personal!

: It isn’t a crime to be an idiot, Séverin.

: Thankfully. If it were, we would all be doing hard time right now.

: Illegal, no, but it does raise the question of why we are giving an idiot so much power. Let's not follow the example of Great Britain, who let the mad king, George the third, rule for decades past his prime.

: King Louis Philippe is neither mad nor stupid. He is an intelligent and competent individual.



: Your majesty, please...

: You’ve chosen an impossible battle, Jayjay. The kings idiocy is widely accepted. I urge you to prove me wrong. Show me one shred of evidence that the king is not a blithering idiot.





: Picture books don't count, Jayjay.

: Oh, I had no idea that “An Expansive History of the Macedonian Empire” was a picture book.



: Hmm. Perhaps a test is in order.

: T-that won't be necessary...

: What was the name of that book you mentioned? “An Expansive History of the Macedonian Empire”? Tell me, your majesty, where is Macedonia?

: Where?

: Yes. I’ll even make it easy. Just tell us the name of the continent. What continent is Macedonia in?

: ...

: You can do this, your majesty.

: It's a one in seven shot... can he really do it?

: ... I want to say “Africa”... But...



: London!

: Oh mon Dieu...

: I think we're done here, your honor. As I have demonstrated in excruciating detail, the king is incompetent, lazy, stupid, and occasionally malicious. He isn't fit to run a bakery, let alone a nation.

: Very well, prosecutor. Does the defense have anything to add?



: Yes, your honor.

: ... I've got nothing. I've defended this man to the best of my abilities, and I have nothing more to say.

: Very good. Then I shall now converse with the jury.

: We shall determine precisely which crimes the king is guilty of, and decide on an appropriate punishment.

: P-punishment?!

: Lawyer man, you have to do something! I'm scared.

: Calm down, your majesty. The whole purpose of this trial was to see that your punishment is fair and fitting.





: That mademoiselle is returning. How naive.



: Once again, I ask that you let me pass. Let me extract the king without issue, and then we shall be on our way. I warn you: the protesters are getting rowdy. Any moment now, they might charge on their own accord.

: Your commitment to pacifism is admirable, but you are brimming with naivete, mademoiselle. Be on your way.

: ...







: You...You're the friar who gave me tip-off about the Croc-Monsieur.

: Was my information no good, Inspector? Did I not say how and when you could reach the Croc-Monsieur?

: You omitted a few details. Your words almost killed a few acquaintances of mine.

: Well, Inspector, it seems that you and I agree on something. This wolf has a forked tongue.

: There's no need to direct your hatred at me, madame. I came here to give you a gift. A peace-offering.

: You have nothing to offer.

: I most certainly do. Did you know that the tunnels of the Sleeping City Wind straight under the Palais de Justice? It's true!



: What are you prattling on about?

: How much gunpowder do you think it would take, madame? Fifty kilograms? One hundred? Hmm. Maybe two hundred kilograms, just to be safe.

: Friar... tell me you didn't...



: Running will do you no good, you brother-killing pute!

: You’re bluffing. There will be no explosion.

: You would like that to be the case, wouldn't you, Inspector? But unfortunately for you, the Viridian Killer emerges one last time!

: YOU-







: I must congratulate you, Jayjay... no... Falcon. You argued excellently. I’m as unsure of the penguin's fate as you are, but one thing is for certain: you could not have done your job any better.

: Thank you, Cocorico.

: After a small amount of deliberation, we have come to a decision.

: We find the defendant, King Louis Philippe, to be-



: Mon Dieu! What was that?!

: An explosion! It sounded like it came from right outside.



: For pity's sake, spit it out, monsieur!

: Rebels! It's the rebels! There was a big explosion at the entrance, and rebels are pouring into the building as we speak!

: You heard the rabbit. Everybody clear out.

: Your honor, quickly. What was the verdict?

: Really? In a time like this?

: There is no better time.

: Exile! Now get out of here. Court is adjourned!

: ...

: A valiant effort, Falcon, but we’re out of both time and options. If the rebels want the king so badly, they can take him.

: Y-y-you can't say that!

: ...

: The rooster's got a point, Falcon. Let's just turn the king over and let him receive his dues. We’ve done all we can.

: ... No. You two give up far too easily.

Trial Turnabout 2



: Renard's place? What can he do?

: If anyone has the power to make the king disappear, it would be that conniving fox.

: Yeah. Yeah! That might just work! Come along, your majesty.

: Oh dear, oh dear...

: Come on, Cocorico. No time to dawdle.

: I’m staying. For there to be any chance of your ridiculous plan succeeding, someone must stay behind to delay the rebels.

: Cocorico...

: Go. I’ve got this.

: ... Good luck.



: That damned wolf nearly killed the lot of us...



: It's a pleasure to see you again too, madame.

: Don't get snarky. Where is he?

: You’re too late. The king has long left the building. For all I know, he could be halfway to Guadeloupe by now.

: So he's already gone... damn. There goes my opportunity to enact justice.

: Enact justice? You should have seen the trial, madame. Everything was official, professional, and logical. It was the most brilliant display of justice that I've ever seen.

: But the king...

: ... Is in the process of receiving a fitting punishment.

: ... Cocorico. Did... Did my father receive a fitting punishment when you were the prosecutor at his trial, ten years ago?

: ... No, madame. But every day since then, I’ve strived towards justice. And I shall continue to do so for the rest of my days.

: ...







: ~Huff~

>>>> : ~Puff~

: This is taking forever...





: It’s that friar!

: I'm not going to let you take another step towards the king.

: I didn't come here for the king. I came to kill you, Jayjay Falcon!

: Very well. Sparrowson, take the king and hurry to Renard's. I'll handle this monster.

: Are you sure you'll be okay?

: I can handle one crippled wolf.

: Okay. Come on, your majesty.

: ~Huff~



: Heh. Of course not. That was to take out the murderous pute who killed my brother.

: Madame Beaumort...

: She was the madame who pulled the trigger, but it was your words that sentenced him!

: And I would do it again. You and your brother are heinous individuals.

: Call us what you like. It doesn't matter any more. Your blood must pay for his! An eye for an eye! That is the way of the judges of old!

: You don't appear armed.

: I don't need a gun or sword to kill you! There are one hundred kilograms of gunpowder beneath our very feet! One more step, and this entire area will go-





: Vile scum.



: You look a little... singed.





Renard Vulpes

: I did. It seems the rumors are true, Mousey. The revolution is in full swing.

: Go on. Get in there!

: Visitors, Monsieur Vulpes, Visitors!

: I wonder who-



: ~Huff~, ~huff~, are you, ~huff~, Monsieur Vulpes?

: I am. And this is my companion, Mousey.

: It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, your majesty.

: I must admit, I rarely have a gentleman of your caliber in this office. Please, have a seat. Mousey, fetch his majesty some tea.

: Right away!



: Ah yes. A new identity. A new face. Indeed, I can make that happen. Of course, there is a price.

: How much?

: Normally, such a service would cost one hundred francs. But for you, your majesty... ten thousand.

: Ten thousand francs?! I don't carry that sort of money on my person!

: Ah, I’m sure you can find a way. That crown on your head and egg in your hand would surely be enough to pay for this exquisite service.

: Hmph. You are a crook, Monsieur Vulpes.

: Now, now. Let's not call each other names. We are both grown men. Now let’s see, you'll need a disguise. Ah, here we go! Go put this on!



: Hmm... Mousey, could you come in here for a moment please?

: What is it, Monsieur Vulpes? Oh! Who is this cockatoo? Where did King Louis Philippe go?

: You see, your majesty?

: It's... it's that convincing?

: Of course! But we'll have to give you a new name and identity to match your new look. We need a name that is original yet ordinary. Subtle yet exquisite...

: John Smith?

: Brilliant, Mousey! Monsieur, your name is now "John Smith”. You are an upstanding English gentleman.

: ...Je... je mappelle John Smith...

: Hmm, that's no good. We will have to work on your English accent. Repeat after me. “My name is John Smith.”

: Mai naime eez... Jean Smeeth.

: Wow! Did you grow up in London, your majesty? Your accent is impeccable!

: R-really?

: Tell him, Mousey.

: I didn't understand any of it, so it must have been perfect English.

: Disguise, name, accent... I think we're all set. Are you ready, Mister Smith?

: I don't think so...

: Of course you're ready! Flee, Monsieur, flee! Take a horse to Callais, and from there, hire a boat to take you to the shores of England!

: Do you think he will make it to England, Monsieur Vulpes?

: With that disguise, Mousey, I think our client would be lucky to make it down the street.









Aviary Office





: Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to get up!

: Give me a break. My legs are killing from running all over Paris. Besides, we just had the case of a century. I think we're allowed one day to relax. Let’s play some Jacques-Noir.

: Falcon, don't make me hate you at this point.

: Nuh-uh. Look at this stack of mail we have to reply to. Inspector Volerti has asked us to sign off on some paperwork regarding the death of Frére Remus.



: And Madame Beaumort has asked us to help establish a constitution for the Second Republic, if you can believe that. Plus, we have, like, a dozen requests for legal work from other citizens of Paris. I guess word has gotten around about our involvement in the kings trial, huh?

: Mon Dieu...

: So much to do... but all I want is to take a holiday...

: Hey, Falcon. Do you think we’re about to see some changes?

: Changes?

: The old king is gone. The prime minister's resigned. The Second Republic is kicking off. I'm just saying... do you think this could be the start of a new era of peace for Paris?



Aviary Attorney - Egalite (4B) ending

: I don't think so, Sparrowson. As long as there's poverty on the streets and corruption in the government, people will always have an urge to rebel.

: That’s such a cynical thing to say. You're probably not wrong, though.



End Credits

: Let's go pick up some breakfast.

: Sounds good. I feel like pains au chocolat.



























You have reached the end of route B - Egalité. The ending you received was determined by the decisions you made in Chapter 3. Try tackling the trial in the catacombs differently in order to see a different ending.