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Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

by Mors Rattus

Part 68: Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes - Trial (Day 2) - Part 2

Case 5 - Rise From the Ashes
Trial (Day 2) - Part 2

: And you witnessed this?
: You saw Ms. Skye stab the victim with the knife?

: Hmm!!!
: I'm sure that is a fine lunch!

: This is the photograph you took of the very moment of the crime, is it not?

: ...
: ...
: ...
: Ahem.
: Mr. Edgeworth, your thoughts?
: Objection.

Yes, he just says it - no cut in, no shouting.

: Let's be a little more careful with our evidence, shall we?
: It is you that needs to be more careful, Mr. Wright!
: What do you mean, Mr. Edgeworth?

: H-how can you tell that!?
: Blood splatter.
: Huh?

: (It's a black-and-white photograph!)
: Ah... yes, it's hard to tell, but this could be blood.

: Mr. Wright! Are you going to just sit there and take that kind of abuse!?

: Now that you mention it, I see no problem here.
: Other than myself.
: M-Mr. Wright! You can't just let him walk all over you! Th-that's just sad!

: Well, that was a waste of time.
: Let's continue with the testimony.
: (Perhaps I should have dug a little deeper...)

But if we object...

: Wait! That contradicts what the witness said in her testimony!
: Namely, that she took the picture the "moment" she witnessed the crime!
: Well, it seems I was slightly unclear.
: My apologies.
: ...
: ...
: Th-that's it!?
: If you run out of lunch, you order seconds. Problem solved!
: If you don't like it, try ordering the jumbo-sized lunch from the get-go!
: Good advice. I'm not sure I understood it, but... good advice.
: I didn't have time to stop her.

: She killed without pain or remorse! It was a premeditated murder!

: P-premeditated!?
: How do you know!?

: Surgical gloves made of thin rubber, most likely. Why would she have those on?
: Uh...

: These gloves do seem to tell a tale of premeditation!
: Premeditated murder... a serious offense.
: Witness! Add this to your testimony!

: What if she was just in the habit of wearing gloves? Like, driving gloves?

: The gloves were admitted as evidence when the defendant was arrested!
: They were rubber gloves, of the kind used for autopsies!
: In other words, when the chief prosecutor came to the crime scene... She came to do murder!
: It's the only possible conclusion one can make.

: Everything was planned, it was a premeditated crime!

: Impressive! I'm sorry they took you off the force, Ms. Starr!
: (This is bad... She's got them thinking this was all planned...)
: (If she can prove this claim, the trial's already over!)
: (I've got to think of a way to show that this wasn't premeditated!)

And loop. So, how do we prove it?

: Are you trying to test me? I sell box lunches for a living, you know. That's a knife. THE knife.
: The knife that was in Mr. Edgeworth's trunk!
: Indeed, it is my knife.

: What's with this case!?
: The bloody murder weapon, a red car... all belonging to the prosecutor there!?

: The defense has a request.
: We ask that the witness provide an ACCURATE testimony.
: What's that, Rookie?
: In your testimony...
: You stated that Lana Skye planned this murder. And that's why she was wearing those special gloves.
: Seems like a natural conclusion to me! The gloves do indicate planning...
: However!
: Why would she not also prepare the most important thing... the murder weapon!?

: Order! Order! Order!
: (Great! Now the tide is turning in our favor!)
: Great show, Mr. Wright!
: My sister's as good as free!

: Wright.

: W-what!?
: I hope you weren't deluding yourself into thinking that the "tide has turned."
: Not over such a trifling detail!
: B-but this shoots a hole
: in the whole premeditated theory!
: Bah!
: The prosecution could care less if it was premeditated or not.

: !
: The defendant, Lana Skye, murdered a detective with a knife.

: That is the only thing the prosecution need prove. Nothing else.
: Very good, Mr. Prosecutor... I suppose you think you're clever now?
: But you know as well as I do that she planned on killing him! It was planned! If she wasn't, why would she have been wearing...

: I believe I'd like to hear your testimony again.
: Witness, please tell us only what you "saw," not what you "thought."
: How dare you!

: My powers of deduction are not to be underestimated!
: (Really now...)

: The victim was summoned from the Police Department to the Prosecutor's Office...
: It does sound a lot like premeditation, doesn't it!?
: So, if I order pizza, does that mean I'm planning to kill the delivery boy?
: In any case, the defense may now cross-examine the witness.

: You've said that, but you haven't told us how you know!

: I believe what she just said was a mere prelude to the story she is about to tell.
: Try not to interrupt her again.
: Rookie...

: Never interrupt a storyteller! It's like pulling a bun out of the oven half-baked!
: (Something's half-baked here alright, and it's you!)
: Try not to confuse the defense, witness. They're not very quick on their feet.
: Now, why did you believe the suspect had intentions to murder the victim?
: Her actions speak for themselves!

: You have no proof that Ms. Skye called him there!
: You have no proof that she didn't!
: Hmm...
: Mr. Edgeworth, thoughts?

: She might have written him a letter!
: (C'mon! You could have tried "public phone" first, at least!)
: In any case, the victim came to the Prosecutor's Office, where he was murdered.

: I'm sure he had a reason to be there.
: Witness? Why do you think it was the suspect who summoned the victim that day?

: What kind of "grudge"!?
: Well, I wouldn't know that.
: Of course you don't! That's because she didn't have a grudge!
: Rookie...

: H-how am I supposed to know!?
: See? We agree there is a lunchbox here, but we don't know what's inside!
: A person's life is like a lunchbox with pretzels. Don't you agree?
: I-I get it! That's why my lunch was so salty!
: (This judge isn't very good with metaphors...)

: Will you tell us your basis for thinking this?
: It's simple...

: A "human machine"!?
: That's a contradiction!

: Please...
: Can't you find fault with something of substance, Mr. Wright?
: Note to self: Mr. Edgeworth's sighs smell like citrus fruit.
: Umm...
: You say "again and again"... how many times did she stab him, exactly?
: We often say "chop into a thousand pieces," but we don't actually mean 1,000 pieces.
: What difference does it make if the deed is done!?
: (How come she's getting mad at me!?)
: Let's just say she stabbed him several times and leave it at that.
: (Leave it at that!? This is a murder case, people!)
: Mr. Wright, you should speak up if you have an objection, you know!

And loop.

: (Ms. Starr has turned out to be as short-tempered as she looked when we met her.)
: (Challenging her abilities as a detective really set her off!)
: The short wick burns out the fastest!
: It's a scientific fact!
: I wonder... wouldn't it depend on the size of the candle? I mean, add more wax and even a really short wick will burn longer...
: ...
: Obviously, more scientific testing is required!

So, can you spot the problem?

Next time: Angel Starr continues speaking.