Part 60: Case 4 - Turnabout Goodbyes - Trial (Day 4) - Part 5

Case 4 - Turnabout Goodbyes
Trial (Day 4) - Part 5

When we left off, Phoenix was thinking about what it has to mean if von Karma got shot but wouldn't leave witnesses.



: Tsk tsk tsk... Well, Mr. Wright!







: (It would be impossible to find the doctor who operated on von Karma now... Even if von Karma did undergo surgery!)
: Hmph! It seems you have finally come to your senses.



: You've realized the truth: You can't prove something that didn't happen!
: (Urk!)
: Nick...





: (The Court Record...? What could be in there!? Gah! There's no time! I'd better think on it as I go...)

Which leaves us where the right choice would.





: Alright, von Karma, I'll prove it. And I'll even use evidence... I know how you like it so much.



: Wh-what!?



Can you guess?














: von Karma is perfect... He wouldn't risk surgery, leaving an evidence trail.
: So then, I ask, where is that bullet now?
: I think it unlikely that von Karma performed surgery on himself!
: ...! You... you don't mean!



: I do.









: I-is that even possible? For all these years!?
: Well, there's one way to find out.





Your challenge is now to draw where Nick's been carrying that damn thing this whole time.

: Well, von Karma?
: I'm going to run this over you, and see what we find.





: I... refuse!
: Y-you refuse...!? But, refusing this means...







: Order! Order! Order!



: Your Honor! The defense requests that we be allowed to use the metal detector!



: Judge! I call for a suspension of this trial! This is an invasion of privacy!



: The statute of limitations runs out on this case today!



: It was you who said we had to end it right here, right now!
: Mm... mmmph!



: Enough!
: I permit the use of the metal detector. Mr. von Karma, you will submit yourself to testing!
: Nick! What does this mean...?
: I don't know... but we have to give it a shot!





: (It reacted! Something's inside his right shoulder! The bullet!)



: Mr. von Karma...?
: ... You! It was you!
: ... I was afraid this would happen. And so, I remained silent.



: ...?
: Indeed, there is a bullet in my shoulder.
: However... it has nothing to do with this incident!
: What!?
: I was shot in the shoulder long before the DL-6 Incident!



: I claim that the bullet in my shoulder has no relation to DL-6!





: B-but, Mr. von Karma! Can you prove that?
: "Prove"?



: I have no obligation to prove anything! It is you who must prove something here, Mr. Wright!
: Not I.
: M-Mr. Wright?
: Well? Can you prove it? Can you prove that the bullet in von Karma's shoulder was from DL-6?
: Of course he can't! You don't have any of the DL-6 evidence!
: (That's because you took it out of the Records Room yesterday!)



: With no proof, you cannot convict me of any crime!
: So sorry, Mr. Wright.



: No... I'm the one who's sorry, Mr. von Karma.
: Wh-what!?
: You were close... one day away from freedom.
: You see... I have proof!
: Wh-what!?
: Who would have thought you would have dug your own grave trying to convict Edgeworth! I can link that bullet in your shoulder to the DL-6 Incident...







: Th-that's...





: Where did you get that!?



: This was taken from the heart of the victim, Mr. Gregory Edgeworth.



: The bullet is preserved quite nicely, with all the ballistic markings intact.
: Ballistic markings...



: It came up in the first trial, two days ago.



: All bullets fired from a gun are marked with that weapon's unique pattern. By examining the markings, you can tell which weapon fired the bullet. It's quite accurate.





: The other, Mr. von Karma, is the bullet buried in your shoulder. We could analyze both bullets... Then, if the markings matched...



: We would know that both bullets had been fired from the same gun!
: The very same pistol... in other words, the murder weapon that killed Gregory Edgeworth!
: Mmmph... mmmph!
: Mr. von Karma? You will let us remove the bullet from your shoulder.





: And solve this case once and for all!



: Mmmrrrrrrgggh!







: I've heard that scream before...
: Wait... I know!





"Quiet! I said quiet! You're not making this any easier!"
"Stop breathing my air! I'll... I'll stop you!"
"Stop breathing my aaaaair!"











Uuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!



: Fifteen years ago...







: Mr. von Karma?



: So... it was you!



He's gonna keep hitting his head slowly throughout this next bit.

: Your father shamed me with a penalty on my record! And you... you left a scar on my shoulder that would never fade!







: von Karma! It's not like you to make this kind of error... I never would have thought that Edgeworth would be the one to catch you.
: I... was careless.
: I'm sorry, but you will have to be penalized. I've covered for you in the past, but not this time.
: ...! Edgeworth!!!



Me? Penalized!?
It took hours for me to regain my composure.
Suddenly, I found myself in the darkness...
I was in the court records room.
I must have wandered in there without thinking where I was going.
The room was pitch black. The lights must have gone out.
I went out in the hall and felt my way to the elevator.
I pressed the button, and nothing happened.
Then... there was a noise!







Just then, the lights came back on. The elevator door opened before my eyes.



Much to my surprise, a pistol lay at my feet.
I knew then... it was destiny.





He died, never knowing who had shot him.
Later, he spoke through a medium, blaming Mr. Yogi.
He was fooled! It was the perfect crime!



: Who would have thought another man would have come to open that elevator door?





: Judge!
: Wh-what?
: What are you doing? Do your job! Bring an end to this miserable charade!
: Now! End it!
: V-very well.



: It appears that we have come a very long way to the end of this maze. Fifteen years later...
: Mr. Miles Edgeworth?
: Yes, Your Honor.
: You were innocent. You are innocent.
: ...
: As you said, it was all a "nightmare."
: Yes, Your Honor.



: This court finds the defendant, Mr. Miles Edgeworth...





: That is all. The court is adjourned!

Next time: You think it's over? It's not over.