Part 23: Case 3 - Turnabout Samurai - Trial (Day 2) - Part 3

Case 3 - Turnabout Samurai
Trial (Day 2) - Part 3









: Mr. Edgeworth, will you present the prosecution's thoughts on this matter?
: The prosecution's thoughts are simple.
: Nothing has changed. The other person who went to the studios was a boy of roughly 10 years of age. The photo we do have may not be hard evidence...



: But there is still no one else that could have committed this crime! I call for a verdict of "guilty" for the defendant, Mr. Will Powers!
: Hmm...
: Very well. Mr. Wright, your thoughts?
: The defense disagrees with the prosecution's claim.



: There IS another person who could have committed this crime!





: Order!
: Interesting... Let us hear who you have in mind! However...
: Be aware that this court does not look kindly on accusing the innocent. If you accuse someone who is obviously innocent, you will be penalized.



: (Right. Great. As if the stakes weren't high enough.)





: It was the assistant! The Steel Samurai costume was in his dressing room.



: So you're saying the Steel Samurai in the picture is really the assistant?
: That's correct, Your Honor!





: If you're serious, you've got guts, Mr. Wright.



: Wasn't the Steel Samurai a little lame!? He was dragging his foot!
: Oh. (Uh oh. Bad feeling time.)



: Remember the testimony concerning Powers's injury!!!

Brief fade to black...

: Powerrs and poor Hammer were at the run-through.
: Oh, and me.
: What about the assistant?
: Oh, her? She was cleaning up backdrops, I think.
: She didn't know about Powers's ankle.

And we fade back.

: The assistant knew nothing of Mr. Power's injury!

Whoops, typo there.

: She could look the Steel Samurai look with that costume...



: But she couldn't walk the Steel Samurai walk! She wouldn't have limped!



: That kind of takes the legs out from under that case...
: Mr. Wright. I'm afraid I have to penalize you, as I warned.

And we lose one of our strikes.

: (Nobody knows... the trouble I've seen...)
: May we move on, Mr. Wright?
: (Grr... this fight isn't over yet!)
: If you would, Your Honor, one more chance, please.
: Very well. Go ahead.



: It was the grade-school boy! ... ...
: Why isn't anyone saying anything?
: Bah! Are you seriously suggeting the boy did it, Mr. Wright!?



: "Grade-school boy kills veteran action star with spear!"





: Would you care to explain just how the boy was involved?
: (Hmm... maybe that was a dumb move on my part.)
: "Maybe"? "Maybe"!? How about "absolutely," Nick!
: Mr. Wright. I'm afraid I have to penalize you, as I warned.

And we lose one of our strikes.

: (Nobody knows... the trouble I've seen...)
: May we move on, Mr. Wright?
: (Grr... this fight isn't over yet!)
: If you would, Your Honor, one more chance, please.
: Very well. Go ahead.





: It was the security lady! Wendy Oldbag!





: That means whoever was in the suit knew about that morning's injury. Maybe because... they had been watching the action scene run-through!
: There was only one person other than Powers and Hammer who knew about the injury.





: W-what!? Whippersnapper!





: Order! Order!
: I-is this true, Oldbag!?
: Oldbag!? That's Ms. Oldbag to you!
: Ms. Oldbag was standing guard alone at the main gate.
: She was by herself... in other words, she has no alibi! She could have briefly left her post to steal the Steel Samurai costume...



: Then slipped into Studio One, the scene of the murder!
: W-why would she go through the trouble of wearing the Steel Samurai costume!?
: Simple, Your Honor.



: If she was in his costume, she could point the finger at Mr. Powers!
: I see!
: Excellent deductive reasoning, Mr. Wright.
: (Ohhh yeah, right here! Sherlock Holmes II, baby!)
: ...?
: (That's odd. Isn't this the part where Edgeworth pounces...? Doesn't he usually jump up with an objection and some new damning evidence...?)
: Well, Mr. Edgeworth? Does the prosecution have an opinion on this matter?
: ... The prosecution has no meaningful objections at this time.



: Oh, so you all think I did it? Is that it!?
: Edgey-boy! Don't just sit there, do something!





: (I guess this does kind of make it look like she's the killer.)
: (Funny, I feel bad for her all of a sudden.)
: Hmm...
: It's true that the witness could conceivably have committed this crime. Yet we must not forget that the victim was an action hero.
: As formidable as her personality may be, I doubt she'd be strong enough.
: (Uh oh! If he removes her from consideration, that means Mr. Powers is it! Sorry, windbag... but I don't have choice.)

And we pick up where the other option starts.





: The very same reasoning that makes Mr. Powers a suspect in this case...
: can be used to cast doubt on Ms. Oldbag's actions on that day!
: B-but why would I do something so horrible to poor Hammer!?



: You forget that Mr. Powers lacks a clear motive, too.
: Hmm...
: Indeed.
: (That did it. Now windbag is one of the suspects. No hard feelings... I hope.)
: Wait just a minute!
: What about the other person who went to the studio!?
: The boy! The one whose photo I erased!
: He's only a grade schooler though, as you said. 2nd or 3rd grade, was it?
: Th-that doesn't matter!
: When I was that age, I could pin my old man in 10 seconds, tops!
: Hmm... Your thoughts, Mr. Wright?
: That boy is not the killer.
: What!? How can you be so sure!
: Oh, or is it be nice to the kids and mean to your elders day? Whippersnapper!
: I have proof.



: Indeed? Then let's see this proof, Mr. Wright.















: Your Honor!







: How could the boy have taken the spear? It's impossible!
: I see!
: Well, would the witness care to comment on this?
: Mrph.
: (The windbag... speechless. This has got to be a first.)
: Very well!



: This court will suspend proceedings on the current trial for today.
: Mr. Edgeworth, please find out more about your witness, Ms. Windy... what was her name?
: Something "Oldbag," Your Honor.
: Then the prosecution will look further into this Oldbag before we continue!
: That is all. The court is adjourned!







: I'm not going to just sit here while you run off barking up the wrong tree... me!
: I'm talking!



: Ms. Oldbag! What is this all about?
: Have you omitted something from your testimony?
: Actually, if you must know,
: there's something I was told not to talk about.



: By whom!?
: (Huh? You mean it wasn't Edgeworth who told her not to talk...?)
: W-well, testify!















: M-Ms. Oldbag! This is crucial information! Why did you keep this from the court until now!?
: Ain't you been listening?
: They told me to shut my trap, and I always do what I'm told.
: ...
: (No, this isn't a bad dream, Your Honor. Witness the power of the Oldbag...)
: Mr. Wright... Your cross-examination.







: So, you were told not to talk?
: That's right! By the studio and TV bigwigs, no less!
: Why didn't I hear about this!?
: Don't be too hard on yourself, sonny. We were all in on it.







: W-who were these people!?
: Well, the director and the producer, for starters...
: The... director?
: We should have known something was fishy! How could they have done a run-through of their action scene without a director?



: Of course!
: Yes, well, I was surprised no one asked about it.
: So, where were these people?



: He joined the producer around lunchtime and they had a meeting after that.
: Where!
: Oh, in the Studio Two trailer.
: S-Studio Two...!? (There was a Studio Two...?)
: Well, if you look at the guidemap...



: You go through the gate and all the way to the left.



: Well, Mr. Wright... Would you like to continue the cross-examination...?









: Ms. Oldbag! This is a trial for murder!
: I know that, silly!
: Still, they were pretty convincing about having nothing to do with it.
: And... they gave me a little bonus on the side.
: (So, you got your "bonus" and you still talked...)



: (I guess there's no harm in getting as much info as I can!)





: So they were actually in the studio!?
: Yes, the whole day.
: When they heard about the murder, they beat it before the cops came.
: *grumble* (I'll kill this woman, I swear it...)
: (I feel sorry for Edgeworth, almost. She really left him hanging on this one.)





: "Them"...?



: W-who were these people!?
: Well, the director and the producer, for starters...
: The... director?
: We should have known something was fishy! How could they have done a run-through of their action scene without a director?



: Of course!
: Yes, well, I was surprised no one asked about it.
: So, where were these people?



: He joined the producer around lunchtime and they had a meeting after that.
: Where!
: Oh, in the Studio Two trailer.
: S-Studio Two...!? (There was a Studio Two...?)
: Well, if you look at the guidemap...



: You go through the gate and all the way to the left.



: Well, Mr. Wright... Would you like to continue the cross-examination...?



: Your Honor. We have learned that there were others at Global Studios on the day in question.
: The director and the producer and, er, some bigwigs, were all present.



: Yet, as we stand here, they have not been questioned!
: I hold that it is impossible to declare a verdict on the defendant, Mr. Powers!
: Hmm...



: The court acknowledges the defense's point.
: The prosecution will gather more information about the witness, Ms. Oldbag... and more information about these other people we have just been told of!
: ... I understand, Your Honor.
: This ends the day's proceedings in the trial of Mr. Will Powers. That is all. The court is adjourned!









: I was right to ask you to defend me.
: Aww, really, it's nothing. *grin*
: Oh, or should I... *sniff*
: We'll be going down to the studios to do some more investigation. We have to find out more about the director and producer. They'll be turning up in the next trial as witnesses for certain. So now's my chance to get material for the cross-examination!
: So, Nick... Have we figured out just who it was in that Steel Samurai costume?
: Could it really have been old windbag?
: What do you think, Mr. Powers?
: I don't think it was her, really.
: Neither do I, Nick.
: Y-yeah, I know! Look, I was just buying time back there. Someone had to be the bad guy for a bit to take the pressure off Mr. Powers.
: Poor old windbag... I feel kinda sorry for her.
: Well, she wasn't winning any points in there, with or without my accusation. Okay, let's get down to the studios.
: Right! We'll be back to visit you soon...
: Th-thanks. Thanks, guys. *sniff*



Next time: Back to investigation!