02x07 - Recipe for Turnabout – 1st Trial

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PW: My name is Phoenix Wright, attorney-at-law.

PW: I've become somewhat well-known lately,

PW: but I'm still only getting started.

PW: I take the side of people accused of crimes they didn't commit and find the truth.

PW: To defend the clients I believe in,

PW: I take the courtroom again today.

J: That's enough!

J: This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial.

MB: What? But I saw it!

MB: There was another man! He's the real k*ller!

MB: Why won't anyone believe me?!

J: I shall hereby hand down the verdict.

Sign: Guilty

J: Guilty!

MB: It wasn't me!

OP Card: Ace Attorney

OP Card: S

OP Card: Se

OP Card: Sea

OP Card: Seas

OP Card: Seaso

OP Card: Season

Sign: November , : PMWright & Co. Law Offices

PW: New Year's cards?

Maya: The year's ending soon.

Maya: Come on, get to work and start writing.

Title: Recipe for Turnabout — st Trial

PW: We're sending handwritten cards?

Maya: Put your heart into it.

Maya: "Thank you for all your help until the end."

PW: "Thank you for all your help until the end..."

PW: What do you mean, "until the end"?

PW: Why are you closing down the agency?

Maya: Ah...

PW: Don't give me that.

Gum: Hey, pal!

Maya: Oh, it's Detective Gumshoe, pal.

Gum: Don't give me that, pal!

Gum: Look at this!

Deadly_Poisoning,Sign: Deadly Poisoning Brings Guilty VerdictDefense Attorney Wright Trounced

Maya: "Deadly Poisoning Brings Guilty Verdict.

Maya: Defense Attorney Wright... Trounced"?!

Trounced,Sign: Trounced

PW: "The defense gave a childishly amateur performance.

PW: Wright must take full responsibility for the ruling in this case"?

PW: What the heck is this?!

Gum: All while I was away on an extensive wide-area search...

Gum: Oh, souvenirs for you.

PW: Gee, thanks.

Gum: "Gee, thanks," my foot!

Gum: What's this all about?!

PW: Don't ask me! I have no idea!

Maya: This issue is a month old.

PW: But I wasn't involved in a poisoning case last month.

Maya: What could it mean?

Gum: If this wasn't you...

Maya: No way. Could it be...

Maya: A phony Nick?

PW: What? A phony?!

Gum: Anyway!

Gum: You're coming with me to apologize to the defendant.

Gum: And you'll take the case back to court.

Gum: Now!

PW: Why are you getting so worked up?

PW: Well... You'll see when you meet the defendant.

PW: You'd better take responsibility and defend her, okay?!

Maya: There he goes.

PW: Well, if the client entrusted a case to "me" based on my reputation,

PW: I guess I am kind of responsible.

PW: And my impostor defended this client, huh?

PW: Who could it be?

Traffic_Safety__,Sign: Traffic Safety: Manage Your Time and Your Heart

Sign: November , xx:xx PMDetention Center — Visitor's Room

MB: Ah!

MB: Mr. Wright!

PW: Y-You're...

Maya: Maggey?

PW: This is Maggey Byrde, a policewoman I defended once before.

PW: She was accused of murdering her superior officer.

PW: What are you doing in here? Didn't I get you acquitted?

MB: Oh, now you've got jokes?

Sign: Maggey Byrde

MB: After your fifth-rate defense job got me declared guilty?

PW: Hold up! I can explain!

MB: A ph-phony?!

PW: I'm finding it hard to believe myself, to be honest.

MB: Looking back now, I guess it was a little strange.

Maya: A little?

MB: You were a bit taller than normal and looked a little bit shady.

MB: Your voice was a bit weird, and you had this funny accent...

PW: So the guy was nothing like me?

MB: But he had your spiky hair and blue suit.

Maya: Yeah, that's Nick, all right.

PW: Oh, come on.

Maya: Hey, Maggey, how come you're dressed like that?

MB: After that incident, I quit the force and now work at a restaurant.

Maya: Wow, a restaurant?

PW: Anyway, what happened?

MB: This whole mess started last month.

MB: There were two men at the restaurant, both drinking coffee.

MB: And then...

MB: One of the men slipped some poison into the other's cup.

MB: The victim took just one sip and...

MB: I was so shocked, I passed out.

PW: Did you know the victim?

MB: Not at all! I'd never even seen the guy before!

PW: Then you wouldn't have had a motive to k*ll him.

PW: The other man has to be the k*ller.

Maya: Why was Maggey convicted, then?

MB: Because no one else saw.

Maya: Saw what?

MB: The chief, and the other customer... Everyone testified that way.

MB: "The victim was sitting alone at his table the whole time."

PW: What?

MB: And then they found a small bottle of poison in my apron pocket.

Maya: What? You had poison in your pocket?!

MB: It wasn't mine, I swear!

MB: The k*ller must've slipped it in when I was unconscious!

PW: And you really did see this other man, right?

MB: I'm dead sure! I was the one who took the coffee to the two men!

Maya: What was he like?

MB: Well, when I first saw them, I thought they might be in the music industry.

MB: The victim was focusing really hard on his earphone,

MB: and there was a sample CD on the table.

PW: Earphone and CD...

PW: It had "MC"-something written on it with a marker.

PW: Must've been a band preparing to debut.

Maya: Maybe it was "MC Screwdriver."

PW: Don't just name them whatever you want.

MB: Mr. Wright... Do you think it's possible to get a retrial?

PW: The defense attorney was a phony.

PW: We should be able to get a retrial.

MB: My life's been a full course meal of bad luck, complete with defeat for dessert.

MB: I've been hit by all sorts of vehicles, gotten sick from all sorts of foods,

MB: been accused of m*rder a second time, and even landed a phony lawyer.

Maya: Curse you, Xin Eohp!

PW: Don't glare at me.

MB: But I will survive!

MB: And one day, I'll find it!

MB: An ordinary happiness for myself!

Maya: Maggey...

PW: I understand.

PW: Will you let me defend you, this time for real?

MB: Mr. Wright!

MB: I'm so glad! Please help me!

PW: Whoever used my name to frame her for m*rder had better watch out.

Tr__s_Bien,Sign: Très Bien

Maya: Trés Bien, huh?

Maya: This place is something else.

Maya: What is with the suffocating scent of flowers in here?

Maya: Is nobody here?

Maya: Excu—

PW: H-Hello...

Arm: Oh la la! Bonjour!

Maya: H-Hello...

Arm: Bienvenue!

Arm: Welcome to my petite restaurant!

Arm: Oh, la monsieur!

PW: Y-Yes?

Arm: Look at z'is face! Like la puppy rejected by life itself!

Arm: You are fatigued, non?

Rejected,Sign: Rejected

Sign: Alors! You need z'is!

Sign: Oil of bergamot.

Sign: With la peppermint and la clary sage, it will bring out your...

Sign: b-e-a-u-ty!

B,Sign: B

e,Sign: e

a,Sign: a

u,Sign: u

ty,Sign: ty

PW: My beauty?

PW: Alors. If you will be seated, Monsieur Wright.

PW: You know my name?

ARm: Mais, oui oui! I never forget a man who flirts wiz me! Especially in court!

Maya: Xin Eohp must've cross-examined him.

Arm: I'm Jean Armstrong, the chief here.

Sign: Trés Bien Chief — Jean Armstrong

Arm: Enchanté!

No_Entry,Sign: No Entry

Arm: It was z'e third of last month. Just after one in z'e afternoon.

Arm: A man who was in 'ere for a coffee suddenly became ill.

PW: Because of the poison in his coffee?

Arm: Zat's right. I was in la kitchen.

Arm: I 'eard z'e sound of someone collapsing and jumped out.

Arm: Maggey had passed out.

PW: There should've been another man at that table.

Arm: Zat's what Maggey's saying.

Maya: Are you sure you didn't see anyone else?

Arm: Mon answer remains z'e same. There was no one else.

PW: But that can't be...

Arm: La other customer didn't see him, either.

Arm: I am not surprised she was la prime suspect after what took place.

PW: Did anything happen?

Arm: Did you forget?

Arm: The lottery ticket.

Maya: Lottery ticket?

Arm: Z'e man... 'E was listening to la radio wi'z 'is earphone.

PW: Earphone... Maggey mentioned that, too.

Arm: La winning number was announced on la news, I think.

Arm: All of a sudden, 'e shouted!

G: I-I won! Five hundred thousand dollars!

Maya: F-F-F-F-F...

PW: Five hundred thousand?!

Arm: In la court, they said zat was z'e motive.

Arm: She poisoned 'im to take zat lottery ticket.

Maya: What?

Arm: I couldn't believe it.

PW: We're the same.

PW: And we need some kind of lead to prove her innocence.

PW: Can you remember anything? Anything will do.

Arm: Well... Come to think of it,

Arm: there was a prescription bag on 'is table.

PW: A prescription bag?

Arm: Oui. I remember now.

Maya: Um, did you mention that at the last trial?

Arm: Non, non. I'd forgotten all about it.

Maya: Nick!

PW: Do you know what medicine it was?

Arm: Lo siento.

Maya: Isn't that Spanish...?

PW: Medicine, huh?

Arm: Is she... Is Maggey doing okay?

PW: Well, not really.

Arm: I suppose not.

Arm: Aw, I've been so shorthanded ever since I lost her!

Maya: But nobody's here.

PW: Don't say that.

Arm: Mademoiselle!

Arm: You pass!

Arm: Work 'ere starting tomorrow!

Maya: C-Can I really?!

PW: Maya?!

Arm: Your figure is a bit petite, but your face is decent enough.

Maya: Decent? You're making me blush!

PW: Uh, we've got Maggey's trial tomorrow.

Arm: After that, then, s'il vous plait!

Maya: Sill woo plate!

PW: Sill? You seem excited about this.

Maya: The trial is tomorrow.

PW: We unearthed a new clue.

PW: I have to believe in Maggey and fight.

Maya: But there's still a big discrepancy...

Maya: between what Maggey and the chief say.

PW: The k*ller who disappeared, huh?

Maya: And then there's the $, lottery ticket and the poison in the pocket.

Maya: You have to fight off all of that.

PW: I'll do my best.

PW: I can't let Maggey suffer that pain yet again.

Maya: All right! Let's do this, Nick!

Sign: November , : AMDistrict Courthouse — Courtroom No.

J: Court is now in session for the trial of Maggey Byrde.

PW: The defense is ready, Your Honor.

God: Hmm... Bitter.

J: Um... Mr. Wright?

PW: Yes?

PW: What?!

J: It's just, whenever I addressed you last time,

J: your response was to yell at me, going, "Youse talkin' to me?!"

PW: Again, that was a phony.

God: That doesn't matter.

God: The only thing I'm interested in

God: is finding out whether you're the real deal or not.

J: The court has already given its verdict on this case once.

J: But since there was an issue with the defense's arrangement,

J: we will hold a special retrial.

God: The prosecution's the real deal this time, too.

God: Let's begin with a nice, hot testimony.

Sign: Witness Testimony

Gum: I'm d*ck Gumshoe,a police department detective.

Gum: The victim's name was Glen Elg.

Oka_Takao,Sign: Glen Elg

Gum: He was a professional programmer.

Gum: The cause of death was potassium cyanide poisoning.

Gum: Traces of it were found on the coffee cup the defendant brought the victim.

PW: The defendant has testified that there was another man at the table.

Gum: Y-Y-Yeah!

God: Sadly, the chef and the other customer have testified otherwise.

God: Isn't that right?

Gum: Y-Yeah, their two testimonies line up on that.

Gum: They both said there was no other guy at the table.

PW: Are we absolutely certain the victim drank the coffee?

God: Take a look at this.

J: There is clearly a coffee stain on it.

God: Conclusive proof that the victim did drink

God: the coffee the lady brought him...

God: Like so!

PW: B-But...

PW: The defendant and victim didn't know each other.

PW: What motive could she have had?

God: The five hundred thousand, of course.

MB: I didn't take it!

God: Detective, where was this lottery ticket found?

Gum: It was found when Maggey was patted down after the incident.

PW: Say what?!

God: It's about time to wrap up this reair...

God: with one final piece of evidence.

PW: F-Final?

God: This is the apron our Madonna was wearing at the time.

Maya: Yikes. Not the cleanest apron I've seen.

PW: What is that stain?

God: The bottle of poison was found in its pocket.

God: Isn't that right, Detective?

Gum: Yeah, and Maggey's... the defendant's prints were the only ones on it.

PW: B-By the way, what's with that red stain?

God: What stain?

PW: Could it be a bloodstain?

God: That's ridiculous! No one told me about a bloodstain!

PW: You don't need to be told. Just look at it.

MB: U-Um...

MB: That's just, uh, ketchup.

God: What?

MB: I got some on my apron while carrying a breakfast set to its table.

J: Stop playing games, defense.

God: Pull a stunt like that again, and I'll have you drink cups of ketchup.

PW: I-I'm sorry.

J: I haven't seen anything yet to make me doubt the last verdict.

MB: No...

Maya: Nick!

PW: Your Honor,

PW: the defense would like to present new evidence to the court.

God: Oh?

PW: Trés Bien's chef, Armstrong, had this to say:

Arm: Come to think of it, there was a prescription bag on 'is table.

J: Prescription?

J: This was indeed not deliberated on during the last trial.

PW: Yes, this is important—

Sign: Objection!

God: Objection!

God: We've already investigated that.

God: Yes, there was a prescription bag at the scene.

Oka_Takao,Sign: Glen Elg

God: But it was empty.

PW: E-Empty?

Gum: We couldn't find the victim's medicine on the scene.

May: No way!

PW: But...

PW: The victim was poisoned to death!

PW: There's a chance the missing medicine was laced with poison.

God: Take a good look at the clinic mentioned on that bag.

Oka_Takao,Sign: Glen Elg

New_Ear_Otolaryn,Sign: New Ear Otolaryngological Clinic

PW: Otolaryngological?!

God: Glen Elg got into a fight with a coworker the day before the m*rder.

God: He took a blow to the side of the head and ruptured his left eardrum.

God: He was prescribed a cream that was to be applied topically inside his ear canal,

God: not something to be ingested.

PW: Say what?!

God: Looks like you were a fake after all.

PW: He'd already investigated it?

J: That's enough.

J: This court sees no reason to further prolong the trial.

Sign: Hold it!

Gum: Hold it!

Gum: But we haven't heard from a witness yet!

PW: Detective Gumshoe...

J: We heard all relevant testimony a month ago.

PW: The defense hasn't cross-examined them!

Gum: I've arranged a witness!

God: The prosecution has no objections.

MB: Detective Gumshoe!

J: Very well. Bring the witness to the stand.

Sign: Witness Testimony

Kudo: The name is Victor Kudo.

Sign: Witness — Victor Kudo

Kudo: Born and bred in the low-lying district, I'm a craftsman through and through.

PW: You were in the restaurant at the time of the incident, yes?

Kudo: Indeed.

Kudo: I said it last time, but I was eating some seeds over a cup of javaccino.

God: Gramps, tell the court what you saw.

God: We're all ears.

Kudo: Sure, sure.

Kudo: Drinking a cup of javaccino at that time had become a daily routine for me.

Kudo: I saw the serving girl slipping a white powder into the javaccino.

Kudo: And then...

Kudo: That's the serving girl,

Kudo: right there in the defendant's chair!

PW: Are you absolutely certain?

PW: Of course! I would never mistake that uniform!

PW: Uniform?

Kudo: It's a disgrace.

Kudo: You can see all the way up to her... th-thighs.

God: And it seems like Gramps remembers the victim well, too.

Kudo: Damn straight I do.

Kudo: If I get anything wrong, I'll eat these seeds and sing the pigeon song.

PW: What exactly do you remember about the victim?

Kudo: Oh, he kept rustling the pages of his newspaper with his right hand.

Kudo: And then, he gulped down his javaccino with his free hand.

PW: His left hand?

PW: That's weird.

Kudo: Wh-Wh-What do you mean?

PW: The coffee stain on the cup indicates

PW: the victim drank with his right hand.

Kudo: N-Nah, I remember it well.

Kudo: Wasn't he wearing a weird lens over his left eye?

God: True.

God: It's called a monocle, a small computer monitor used by programmers.

Kudo: He wore his earphone on the same side as that thing and listened to the radio.

Kudo: He fiddled with it and then used the same hand to drink his javaccino.

Sign: Objection!

PW: Objection!

PW: That cannot possibly be true.

Kudo: Wh-Wh-Wh-What?!

PW: The victim had ruptured his left eardrum in a fight the day before.

PW: It's impossible that he was wearing his earphone in the same ear.

PW: Because he couldn't even hear with it!

Kudo: Is that true, Captain?

God: It is.

Kudo: Pi-Pi-Pigeon! Pretty pigeon!

PW: After this, we must shed doubt on his claim that he saw the defendant.

Kudo: D-D-Don't be stupid!

Kudo: I saw her! I got a great look at her!

PW: In that case, do you remember any distinctive features of that waitress?

Kudo: 'Course I do!

Kudo: There was a ribbon in her hair, and her apron's straps were loose.

Kudo: And then, there were her... thighs... and stuff...

Kudo: How's that?

Maya: It's all stuff from behind.

PW: Uh, what about her face? Didn't you see it?

Kudo: Huh? I-I saw it.

Kudo: How should I say this... It was a very ordinary face.

MB: What? What about my trademark, these lovely glasses?

May: Did that old man really see Maggey from the front?

PW: Mr. Kudo, do you recognize this?

Kudo: Aye. It's that restaurant's apron, ain't it?

PW: Have you seen it before?

Kudo: I've never seen anything that filthy.

PW: That's strange.

PW: The defendant was wearing this on the day of the m*rder!

Kudo: What?

PW: Even if her face was forgettable, this apron most certainly was not...

PW: If you'd actually seen the defendant from the front!

Kudo: Screw you! My eyes were peeled!

Kudo: In the first place,I only go there because...

PW: Thighs?

Kudo: Pi-Pi-Pigeon! Pretty pigeon!

J: Order. As the witness's testimony seems suspect,

J: I cannot pass a verdict at this point.

J: I'm ordering the defense and the prosecution to investigate this case further.

PW: Of course, Your Honor.

J: That is all for now. This court is adjourned!

Maya: Way to go, Nick!

Maya: The verdict was postponed to the next date!

Maya: Maggey seemed happy, too!

PW: But the question is how to resolve the two contradictions.

PW: What's with this scooter?

PW: It's all beaten up.

???: Hey!

: What, what, what?!

???: Whad'youse think youse doin' with my bike?!

???: I atta beat you so hard, it'll feel like youse were smoochin' the express train!

PW: I-I'm sorry!

Maya: Um...

Maya: Are you the phony Nick?

???: I atta beat you so hard, it'll feel like youse were smoochin' the express train!

???: I atta beat you so hard...

Sign: Ace Attorney

Sign: Season

PW: Objection!

PW: At Trés Bien, the restaurant of mystery,

PW: Maya begins her part-time job!

PW: The points of interest are my impostor and the mysterious lady who shows up.

PW: Behind this mystery that begets mystery, the shadow of a traffic accident looms.

PW: Did the accident have anything to do with this m*rder?

PW: Find the contradictions!

PW: Reach out to the truth!

PW: Next time: "Recipe for Turnabout — nd Trial"!

Sign: Next Episode Recipe for Turnabout — nd Trial

PW: Take that!