“…Nothing. This just complicates things I suppose. At any rate, my investigation is completely independent, so pay it no mind. Your trial is starting soon isn’t it?” He walked away without another word.
***
March 17, 10:00 AM. District Court, Court Room 3.
Murmur murmur murmur.
BANG BANG!
“This court is now in session for the trial of Alfred F. Jones. Are the defense and prosecution ready?”
“The defense is ready, your honor.”
“And is the prosecution -YEOW!”
“Foolish fool! Of course the prosecution is more than ready.”
“A-Alright then, Ms. Von Karma…your opening statement please, with as little whipping as possible if you can.”
“The prosecution’s case is perfectly simple: Alfred F. Jones killed Congressman Smith. There is no other option, no matter who tries to spin it.”
(Why is she looking right at me?)
“During the trial I will perfectly prove beyond all reasonable doubt Alfred’s guilt. That is all.”
“…Okay then. Feel free to call your first witness Ms. Von Karma.”
“YEOW! What was that for?!”
“You should be on your toes at all times, Phoenix Wright. The prosecution would like to summon Detective Dick Gumshoe.”
“…”
“Name and occupation!”
“Yeow! The name’s Dick Gumshoe and I’m a Police Detective.”
“And you led the investigation?”
“Well, no. Everyone else was busy, so they let me come here. They told me what to say though.”
“Well, tell us what you know then, Detective.”
WITNESS TESTIMONY --What Happened--
“Jones called Congressman Smith out to the alley at around 9:00. Most likely to discuss something, but as of this moment, the police aren’t sure what. It doesn’t matter though. The point is the Congressman said something that Jones didn’t agree with and they started fighting. In the heat of the moment, Jones pulled out his gun shot him in the chest. The police arrived at the scene only moments later and arrest Jones on the spot.”
“Well, it seems pretty clear what happened, I suppose.”
“Of course it is. That’s what happened. At this time the prosecution would like to enter Jones’s pistol into evidence.”
Alfred’s Pistol The murder weapon. One of several owned by Alfred. Allegedly stolen the day of the murder. No fingerprints were found on it. Fired twice.
“Alright Mr. Wright, you may begin your cross-examination.”
(This should be pretty easy to take apart…)
CROSS-EXAMINATION --What Happened--
Jones called Congressman Smith out to the alley at around 9:00. Most likely to discuss something, but as of this moment, the police aren’t sure what.
“HOLD IT! You said Jones called him? Can you elaborate for us? How exactly did he ‘call him out?’”
“Yeah, we found a vaguely threatening letter in the Congressman’s office.”
“Can we see them?”
“Uh, sure…”
Vaguely Threatening Letter Found in Congressman Smith’s office. Request they meet in the alley at 9:00. Signed ‘AFJ.’
“How do you know Mr. Jones sent this?”
“How many other AFJ’s do you know around here pal?”
“Well I’m sure there are a few…YEOW!”
“If you’re so confident, Phoenix Wright, then name one!”
“I…uh…well I can’t think of one right now, but I’m sure there are a lot!”
“Ambrose Fitzgerald Jenkins!”
(Maya who are you talking about?)
“Oh? And who’s that?”
“I don’t know I just made him up…”
“Either way, that’s still circumstantial at best.”
“I think the fact that Alfred Jones showed up is proof enough, but if you want more proof Phoenix Wright, than let’s hear the rest of the Detective’s testimony.”
The police arrived at the scene only moments later and arrest Jones on the spot.
“HOLD IT! Can they do that? Just arrest someone for being at the wrong place at the wrong time?”
“OBJECTION! Alfred Jones just finished committing murder. The police have every right to arrest him-”
“OBJECTION!” SLAM! “That hasn’t been proven yet! And how were the police to know that if they just stumbled on the scene?”
“Tsk, foolish Phoenix Wright, it was obvious who the murderer was as soon as they arrived!”
Turnabout Hero [7b/?]
***
March 17, 10:00 AM. District Court, Court Room 3.
Murmur murmur murmur.
BANG BANG!
“This court is now in session for the trial of Alfred F. Jones. Are the defense and prosecution ready?”
“The defense is ready, your honor.”
“And is the prosecution -YEOW!”
“Foolish fool! Of course the prosecution is more than ready.”
“A-Alright then, Ms. Von Karma…your opening statement please, with as little whipping as possible if you can.”
“The prosecution’s case is perfectly simple: Alfred F. Jones killed Congressman Smith. There is no other option, no matter who tries to spin it.”
(Why is she looking right at me?)
“During the trial I will perfectly prove beyond all reasonable doubt Alfred’s guilt. That is all.”
“…Okay then. Feel free to call your first witness Ms. Von Karma.”
“YEOW! What was that for?!”
“You should be on your toes at all times, Phoenix Wright. The prosecution would like to summon Detective Dick Gumshoe.”
“…”
“Name and occupation!”
“Yeow! The name’s Dick Gumshoe and I’m a Police Detective.”
“And you led the investigation?”
“Well, no. Everyone else was busy, so they let me come here. They told me what to say though.”
“Well, tell us what you know then, Detective.”
WITNESS TESTIMONY
--What Happened--
“Jones called Congressman Smith out to the alley at around 9:00. Most likely to discuss something, but as of this moment, the police aren’t sure what.
It doesn’t matter though. The point is the Congressman said something that Jones didn’t agree with and they started fighting.
In the heat of the moment, Jones pulled out his gun shot him in the chest.
The police arrived at the scene only moments later and arrest Jones on the spot.”
“Well, it seems pretty clear what happened, I suppose.”
“Of course it is. That’s what happened. At this time the prosecution would like to enter Jones’s pistol into evidence.”
Alfred’s Pistol
The murder weapon. One of several owned by Alfred. Allegedly stolen the day of the murder. No fingerprints were found on it. Fired twice.
“Alright Mr. Wright, you may begin your cross-examination.”
(This should be pretty easy to take apart…)
CROSS-EXAMINATION
--What Happened--
Jones called Congressman Smith out to the alley at around 9:00. Most likely to discuss something, but as of this moment, the police aren’t sure what.
“HOLD IT! You said Jones called him? Can you elaborate for us? How exactly did he ‘call him out?’”
“Yeah, we found a vaguely threatening letter in the Congressman’s office.”
“Can we see them?”
“Uh, sure…”
Vaguely Threatening Letter
Found in Congressman Smith’s office. Request they meet in the alley at 9:00. Signed ‘AFJ.’
“How do you know Mr. Jones sent this?”
“How many other AFJ’s do you know around here pal?”
“Well I’m sure there are a few…YEOW!”
“If you’re so confident, Phoenix Wright, then name one!”
“I…uh…well I can’t think of one right now, but I’m sure there are a lot!”
“Ambrose Fitzgerald Jenkins!”
(Maya who are you talking about?)
“Oh? And who’s that?”
“I don’t know I just made him up…”
“Either way, that’s still circumstantial at best.”
“I think the fact that Alfred Jones showed up is proof enough, but if you want more proof Phoenix Wright, than let’s hear the rest of the Detective’s testimony.”
The police arrived at the scene only moments later and arrest Jones on the spot.
“HOLD IT! Can they do that? Just arrest someone for being at the wrong place at the wrong time?”
“OBJECTION! Alfred Jones just finished committing murder. The police have every right to arrest him-”
“OBJECTION!” SLAM! “That hasn’t been proven yet! And how were the police to know that if they just stumbled on the scene?”
“Tsk, foolish Phoenix Wright, it was obvious who the murderer was as soon as they arrived!”