Part 32: Case 3 - Turnabout Samurai - Investigation (Day 3) - Part 2
Case 3 - Turnabout SamuraiInvestigation (Day 3) - Part 2

: Think back, Nick, to the day of the murder... Mr. Hammer put on the Steel Samurai costume. Then he left from here to go to Studio Two...?

: Right.

: But why? I wonder if someone called him...? Like the director, or the producer...?

: Hey, Nick... It's Ms. Vasquez!

: Hello?

: ...

: H-E-L-L-O!

: ...

: M-Maya! You should at least try to be polite...

: ... I'm watching the clouds. ...

:
(That's all she had to say, apparently...)

: Um, excuse me? Mr. Hammer came here on the day of the murder, and...

: Shh.

: ?

: Perhaps you didn't hear me. I'm watching the clouds. I'm not interested in talking to you.

: Do something, Nick! She's really ticking me off!

:
(Oh dear...)

: Umm... Mr. Powers wasn't the killer!

: You don't have to cancel the Steel Samurai!

: I think I'm tired of the Steel Samurai.

: You... you did it!

: Nick! She did it! She's the killer! My Fey blood speaks to me! I know it! I know it!

:
(Oh dear...)

: Um, I was wondering if you could tell me about Mr. Manella?

: ... If you must talk about that man... Perhaps you could talk about it in the trailer? By yourselves?

:
(Oh, oh dear...)

:
(She's not even looking.)

: Where.

: Wh-what?

: Where did you get that?

: I, well...

: Oldbag.

: O-Old...?

: She means the security lady, Ms. Oldbag, Nick.

: Right... anyway... Ms. Vasquez. You hid this incident from the press, didn't you? And you used it to control Mr. Hammer!

: ... The wind.

: The... huh?

: It's gotten stronger, don't you think? The wind. ... Your conversation interests me. Let's talk about it more, inside the trailer.
And she's off.

: Nick. She went inside the trailer.
So we will, too.

: Well then, what was that you were talking about?

:
(...! Why is she so eager to talk all of a sudden?) Ms. Vasquez.

: You were blackmailing Mr. Hammer so you could control him, weren't you? That's why he was doing kids' shows for petty change!

: Hmph... So I'm a blackmailer now?

: Well, that's what it was, wasn't it?

: I mean, sure, it was an accident...

: But you used it to drag Mr. Hammer down from his rightful place as a star!

: Oh...? I haven't pulled anyone down from anywhere. Mr. Hammer's career went sour of its own accord.

: B-but!

: You were the cause! You pressured him...

: And to think it was just an accident...!

: What is this all about? You keep saying "accident," "accident"...

: What do you mean?

: Must I spell everything out for you? Think: what would it be if it wasn't an accident?

: ...! No... No way! You mean Mr Hammer did it...
on purpose?

: Wh-where's your proof! Can you prove it!?

: Hmph! Just think! Would he have let me run his life for five years... over a mere accident? And I ran him hard, believe you me!

: B-but, the security lady said it was an accident!

: Oh. Well, she was a big fan of Hammer's, you see. She jumped on the reporter who brought that photo into the studio. She wrenched it out of his hands, she did. Gave him a few bruises, too.

:
(... So that's why she had the photo...)

: She's an old fool. Of course, all the reporter would need is the negatives. He could have made a copy. But he didn't. The only copy of that photo is the one you hold.

: Give it to me. Now.

: W-what? This is valuable evidence!

: U-umm... Who are they...?

: Professionals. They're good at erasing... various things.

: What do you think...? Would you like to be erased?

: Wh-what!?

: The trial ends tomorrow? How unfortunate. It's a shame you'll have to miss it!

: ... Tell me why.

: This is
Mr. Hammer's "dirt"... no? Why should
Dee Vasquez care about it at all?

: ... I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to think about that where you're going.

: So long, friends.

: Boys, erase away.

: Dee Vasquez! You're coming down to the precinct with me, now!

: Hmph.

: Not bad. ...

: Very well. It appears this contest will be decided tomorrow then. In court. I'll be looking forward to it.
And Dee and her boys are taken away, courtesy the police.

: Sorry I was a little late with my entrance.

: I don't get many chances to practice that sorta thing.

: Detective Gumshoe...

: Thank you thank you thank you!

: I was really scared...

: Huh? Don't mention it, pal. Just doing my job. ... ...

: Detective Gumshoe?

: Sorry, it's just... I've wanted to say that line ever since I became a detective. ...

: Okay. I've got one more job to do today.

: I'm sure we'll run into each other again soon!
He heads out.

: Well, Nick. It looks like we're getting close ot the bottom of this.

:
(And who's at the bottom...? Dee Vasquez!)
Next time: The Steel Samurai's final battle.