Ace Attorney (逆転裁判〜その「真実」、異議あり！〜)

My name is Phoenix Wright.

And I'm a defense attorney.

I've been building my reputation over several cases,

and I'm really starting to make a name for myself.

No matter how tough the case may be,

or how high the odds are stacked against us,

it's my job to stand up for those

who have no one else in their corner.

I'll do whatever it takes to fight for the truth!

I suppose I should take one last look

at this file before we get started.

-- Hmm... --

Hello?

Guess they hung up.

-- --

Try not to take this personally, Mr. Attorney.

-- --

What the heck is going on?

There is no escape!

You can run but you cannot hide from

the mighty hammer of justice!

Ow...

Huh...?

Good morning, Mr. Wright. Thanks for your help!

Uh. Sure. And who are you?

Sir, my name is Maggey Byrde!

And today, I'll be putting my life into your capable hands!

Oh. Your life, eh?

Don't you remember the promise you made?

You swore that you could prove my innocence!

Did I?

Yes, and even though all my friends like to call me

the "Goddess of Misfortune,"

what I'm dealing with now is a tragedy

on an unbelievably epic scale!

But when you said you'd help me, I felt my soul rising

from the ashes like a Phoenix, Mr. Wright!

And that's me?

Right! Phoenix Wright!

I see now. What a crazy name.

You do believe me? I promise I didn't kill him!

Whoa! There was a murder? No! That's horrible!

--[door opens -- Hmm?

If you're ready, the trial's about to begin.

I put my faith in you!

Courtroom Two.

No pressure at all.

This court is hereby in session for the trial

of Ms. Maggey Byrde!

Is that old geezer the judge?

I knew we'd meet again someday, Wright.

Right.

This is gonna be a pain.

Prosecutor Payne, are you ready to begin

your opening statement?

Quite! Your Honor, today, I will prove the defendant

murdered her lover.

You murdered your lover?

No, it wasn't like that!

Constable Prince was more like a mentor to me.

What makes this crime even more horrendous

is the victim was a decorated officer of the law.

Wait, you mean he was a cop?

Please call your first witness to the stand.

Uh, my name is Dick Gumshoe, Your Highness.

I'm the head detective of the homicide department

down at the precinct.

This guy looks like he's about to cry.

Constable Byrde.

Well. She's served me and my squad faithfully

and with respect!

So you worked under Detective Gumshoe?

Sir! He's been a guiding force

since I was a trainee. A detective like no other.

Detective. Can you tell us about the murder?

Sir!

The crime took place at "Exposé Park"

which is near the precinct.

The victim was a local cop named Dustin Prince.

There were signs of blunt force trauma on his body,

and his neck was snapped.

We believe he was pushed over the railing

from the path several feet above.

I'd like to add there was a crucial piece of evidence

found under the body.

Here it is.

It seems during the struggle,

the victim grabbed these glasses off the killer's face,

and held onto them as he fell to the ground,

breaking them and his neck.

You think they're the killer's glasses?

What about those?

Oh. Well, today I'm wearing my spare pair.

What? Then does that mean the glasses are yours?

No, the ones from the scene aren't mine!

It just so happens that I stepped on the ones

I usually wear on that same day.

Oh, yeah?

It kinda goes with my reputation of having bad luck.

Defense, your cross-examination?

Me? You mean I have to ask him questions, too?

That is the nature of a cross-examination.

Yes! Time for you to flex your legal muscles!

You've got this!

Question, what exactly am I supposed to do?

I'm lost.

This is really not the time to be making jokes!

I know. I'm being completely serious here.

For some reason, I can't remember anything right now.

Huh? Wait!

Are you trying to tell me that you have amnesia?

I have amnesia?

And once again, life proves that my nickname

is devastatingly appropriate.

Please begin your cross-examination, defense.

Look. Just go for it!

Yeah, okay. So. The glasses.

Do you have any proof these do indeed

belong to the defendant?

The lenses are for a person with near-sightedness

and are almost the same prescription as hers.

And you can see, the frames even kinda look like

the ones she's wearing in her ID.

Wait a minute!

"Almost" and "kinda" are not good enough in a murder case.

-- --Do you even have

a shred of definitive proof?

One moment!

If definitive proof is what you need,

look no further than this photograph!

Uh. That says Maggie?

Indeed it does.

Which as we know, is the name of the defendant.

It's all a setup! A big fraud! Fake!

Order! Order!

If the victim wrote her name as a dying message,

we are completely hosed.

Wait.

--Hold it! --

Oof. That always hits me like a punch

to the breadbasket. My poor belly...

What was that all about?

It was just an instinct.

Like I had to yell out as loud as I could and point

my finger at him.

Detective, I'd like you to clearly state

the defendant's name for us.

Uh. Well, it's Maggey Byrde, of course.

And would you mind telling the court exactly

how she spells her name?

Hold it! The question is pointless, Your Honor.

It's right there in the photo!

It's true that this message does spell "Maggie."

But. Her name is spelled M-a-g-g-e-y.

The contradiction of facts is undeniable!

But have you considered the possibility that the victim

didn't know about her peculiar spelling?

Surely, you recall what you said earlier.

Constable Byrd stands accused of brutally murdering her lover!

There's no way he wouldn't know something like that!

Tragically, the day Officer Prince was murdered

also happened to be his birthday, and Maggey

had gotten him a present to celebrate the occasion.

I guess this is it?

That is an extremely yellow glove.

Yeah, it is!

He was a huge baseball fan and yellow was his favorite color!

Oh. And does that yellow glove have

any kind of relevance to this case whatsoever?

Uh. Well. Not sure.

Yes! In fact, that blindingly yellow glove

holds the key to this entire case!

If you look closely.

You can see that it's made for a left-handed player!

Ah...

Hmph. And now, let's take another look

at the crime scene photo.

-- --That's the wrong hand!

Good catch!

Dustin did always like to call himself a southpaw!

There's no way a lefty would use his other hand

to write his final message. So the only explanation is...

...the victim was not the one who wrote it!

What happened?

It's like before. This sudden rush just takes over.

A jolt of energy surges through my body!

If the prosecution has nothing further to add--

Hold it! Uh, Your Honor,

the prosecution is not ready to rest its case at this moment!

-- --You have more?

Oh, no!

Yes, I do.

It so happens there was an eyewitness to the murder.

They were at the scene the very moment

poor Officer Prince was pushed to his death!

In fact, they were close enough to clearly see

the face of the assailant!

But I'm telling you. It was not me!

Bring this witness to the stand at once!