Yanni Yogi gave Miles and Phoenix an accurate description of Redd White, and both of them suspected Purohit realized it as well. The transcriptionist had the testimony on the screens, as to not lose place of what was actually said.

'Well . . . It all started when Pretty Polly and I were playing a game of cards. The smell of brownies caused her to get distracted and fly all around the room. She took her favorite spot on the curtain rod, and I looked out the window.

A car. Purple. Unusual for this neighborhood. It would have gotten broken into for screaming, 'I'm purple and rich, please rob me.' But anyway. This man comes out of the car. I see him running up the steps. A purpose. My wife commented on the loud steps and I am just watching. Purple suit.

Purple car. Purple hair. The only color was different was them diamonds along his torso. Bright blue diamonds. You know, I think I seen him on the television before. But anyway, he is banging loudly on the neighbor's door. Louder and louder. Then a crash! She screamed. Once or twice. Then he fled. Poor, poor girl.'

Miles asked, "Was there anything else about the man that stood out? Was he holding anything?"

Purohit folded his arms but did not bother to raise an objection. He knew the question was completely valid and he could not overturn the inevitable. Yanni answered, "Well. I was looking more at his hair and that car. But, there was an object I believe. I didn't get a good look at it."

"An object?" Miles asked, "Did he flee with it?"

"My wife pulled me away as that happened."

Miles nodded, "You saw him come up the stairs, with the object in hand, then heard the altercation before your wife sheltered you both in the bathroom. Does this sound correct to you, Mr. Yogi?"

"Why, yes. Yes, it does." Yanni nodded.

"It does! Squawk! It does!"

"Speaking of sounds," Phoenix whispered to Miles, "That 'object' had an interesting feature. Try that angle before we move on."

Before Miles could, the Judge spoke, "Well, it does seem likely that we have another suspect. What are your thoughts, Mr. Purohit? You have been quiet during this whole process."

"My thoughts are as before. However, it does seem like Miss Ruby and Miss Fiona may have had their share of enemies. Perhaps the nature of their work brought a past client to their doorstep in a fit of rage. To the end, however, we would need another day to sort out a follow up."

"Translation: they need another day to ready a scapegoat." Phoenix said. "Well, anyway, now's a perfect time to raise an objection."

"Would you stop telling me how to do my job? It's patronizing, Wright." Miles retorted arrogantly. "Your Honor. I still have a few questions for our witness. The cross-examination has not come to a close."

"I hardly see a point to continue," Purohit said, "You have what you wanted: Another suspect. We have established new information that must be investigated, do you not agree?"

The Judge pondered it, "Hmm. Mr. Yogi could not accurately describe the object in our mysterious suspect's possession. Which means we would need to establish who we are looking for to identify the murder weapon."

"Your Honor. We should have enough to go on with what we know. just because the witness could not see the object in question, there might yet be another way to discern what the murder weapon was." Miles argued.

Phoenix chuckled quietly, "It was Mr. White, in the foyer, with the clock statue. Get a clue, Judge." Miles closed his eyes and tried not to encourage Phoenix; Miles was trying his hardest not to show he found that joke humorous. It didn't work. "Ah. Found a weakness, Miles."

"It's Mrs. White, Phoenix." Miles whispered back. "There was never a 'Mr. White'."

"Oh. Then that joke doesn't really work."

"I will let it slide." Miles retorted.

"Mr. Plum?"

"Professor Plum. You are closer."

"How did you remember that?" Phoenix asked.

"Ahem. If the defense is done whispering to each other . . ." The Judge shrugged, "You may ask one more question before we end this cross-examination and dismiss the court."

"Make it count, Miles." Phoenix encouraged.

"Hmph. Patronizing. Mr. Yogi. Can you think back to when the suspect likely entered the apartment. You heard Miss Fiona scream – do you remember hearing anything else, besides her?"

Yanni went quiet for a moment. "I can't really recall. He didn't really say anything to her. Just a few grunts as he barreled down the door."

"And after that?" Miles pushed.

"I believe your one question is up." Purohit said.

"Indeed." The Judge nodded, ". . . I am sorry, defense. But this is what we have to go on now."

"I do have a question," Phoenix asked, "And this is just to anyone, really. Who has the time?"

"The time?" the Judge said. "Hm. Well, I think it's closer to 1:00 PM now. We've been at this a long time, hoho!"

"Squawk! I think the time is 6:17 PM! Squawk!"

"Aha. Gotcha." Phoenix smiled.

"Ignore him," Purohit insisted.

"Oh!" Yanni exclaimed, "That's right! Someone said the time . . . right after the second scream."

"Your Honor, the witness has answered our question. I request an extention to identify the significance of this. Please." Phoenix seemed plenty happy with himself, though Miles really had to hand it to him. His quickness to react saved them from blowing another day to the wind.

"Someone said the time after the second scream?" The Judge said. "How peculiar."

"Your Honor." Purohit objected, "That makes no difference. That in no way identifies the murder weapon, as we are trying to determine. It is an abundant waste of time."

"He wants us to prove it. I think we're up to the task." Phoenix nudged. "All yours."

"Your Honor. Do you recall an object that announced the time in similar fashion? It was a weapon used in a murder before this one. That statue had a twin."

"A . . .twin?" the Judge said.

"The 'mastermind' behind the 'Thinker Clock Statue' created a matching pair. He presented it to a friend as a gift, but it ended up in someone else's possession on August 10th."

"Now I know you are making this up." Purohit accused, "What a likely story that you two know of the murder weapon and its origin story. Then to add that a 'mysterious someone else' has it in his custody? A likely fabrication."

"And we can prove it." Miles said. "Did you really think we would say anything without evidence?" Miles was careful with what he showed to the court. He found a still shot of the video when White attacked Phoenix in Julia's office. "As you can see, here is a man who matches Mr. Yogi's description, wielding a statue – the Thinker – in a separate assault."

"Mr. Yogi," Phoenix said sweetly, "Is this the man you witnessed?"

"Yes. Without a doubt. That's him. That's the guy who done it. Poor girl."

"Squawk! Poor girl! Squawk!"

"Not such a fictious character now is he, Mr. Purohit?" Edgeworth asked smugly. "This man assaulted a person in this building, then went on to commit a murder not long after."

"And why wasn't this brought up sooner, Mr. Edgeworth?" Purohit asked, "Withholding evidence, are you?"

"The laws of court." Miles said with confidence. "This assault was a separate incident and had no established bearings to our current case until Mr. Yogi placed him there. Though we did theorize its overlap."

The Judge cut in with a gavel slam and said, "Defense! Who is that man . . .? Actually, I think I know him."

"That is Redd White." Phoenix answered, "C.E.O of Bluecorp."

"And who is he assaulting in this picture?" The Judge asked.

"Me." Phoenix answered.

"You? What is actually go on here?" The Judge asked, "Never mind! We need to bring in Mr. White immediately for questioning."

"Based on what? A picture? How can we be sure that an assault is even happening?" Purohit stated. "And we do not know why Mr. Wright was even at Bluecorp to begin with. I suppose now would be a better time to hear Mr. Wright's account – as he was the secondary suspect in this case."

"Now who is wasting time?" Phoenix said. "I have no real reason to refuse, of course. But I would expect you have White brought in as we do this. Because by the time I am done, he will be next on the stand."

"Are you sure, Phoenix?" Miles asked.

"I thought he might try this. I will be careful, don't worry."

"Very well. I order an immediate summons for Mr. White of Bluecorp." The Judge said. "Are we all in agreement on dismissing Mr. Yogi at this time?"

Miles and Phoenix nodded at one another, and Miles answered, "Yes. He was quite helpful."

"Good. Thank you for your time, Mr. Yogi."

Yanni mumbled something, then left the stands with Purohit. When the prosecutor returned alone, Phoenix took to the stand and the Judge said, "The testimony of Mr. Wright will take place in the interim. Mr. Purohit, you mentioned that Mr. Wright was the secondary suspect? Please elaborate."

"As you may recall, at the beginning of our introduction, Mr. Wright is on the lease for the unit where the murder took place. He, Fiona, and Ruby were all utilizing it at one point or another."

"Then why is Mr. Wright not arrested?" The Judge asked. So much for brownie points.

"The established time of the murder conflicts with an alibi of his. He was at the Hotti Clinic during the estimated time of events."

"You were . . . injured?" The Judge asked. "Oh! Because you were assaulted!"

"Exactly. You are absolutely correct, Your Honor." Brownie points saved. Miles laughed internally. You gave phoenix a chance to speak without repercussion. That was a mistake, Purohit.

". . . Anyway. Mr. Wright's arrest was dropped due to this alibi. That doesn't prevent us from questioning his movements at Bluecorp for the last several months. You will note that he has a severe lack of employment records; at least, under the name Phoenix Wright."

Hmm. So he did know about the aliases. Interesting.

Purohit continued, "He worked at Bluecorp under a different name. Gervais Verrier. He worked on translation documents from different languages into the English one, and vice versa. Why, you ask? To illegally obtain records from Bluecorp. He ran an identity fraud and stole a variety of information from Bluecorp."

"Oh." The Judge said. "Well that's certainly screams illegal activity. Mr. Wright, do you have anything to say about these claims?"

"One, the name 'Gervais Verrier' was legally sanctioned. Two, I was given permission to use it in my investigation into Bluecorp. Three, I never took documents during this, merely gathering intel for my own recount. Four, if you unlock all of my past employment records, you will find that I am a detective pulled from overseas by Interpol and a prosecutor in training. So, in short, let me see where the name I used in that investigation was illegally used and what I stole from Bluecorp."

"You were what?" Ruby said.

"Cat's out of the bag. Sorry Ruby. Purohit. What do you have to gain by asking me this?" Phoenix asked.

"Yes. Undercover work sanctioned by another prosecutor and police department. You were waiting until you passed the bar and then open an investigation into Bluecorp on your own. It is true that you mostly were just snooping. But, there are things that you did take."

". . . And what would those be?" Phoenix asked.

"Photographs. Videos. Of certain transactions. You were giving them back to Interpol. That is how they found a few . . . warehouses, correct? You were leaking information from one investigation and pouring it into another. A job that you were removed from, is that correct?"

Phoenix remained silent. Warehouses?

"Does the 'Western Shorefront' ring a bell to you?" Purohit asked.

That map in his notebook.

"I would be careful with what you reveal, Mr. Purohit. That whole business is under a very strict confidentiality clause."

"Then I will say this much . . . your investigation into Bluecorp crossed into an illegal agreement between both you and Interpol. That will come at a price, later. The only point I am trying to make is – after this trial is over – you will not be able to prosecute Bluecorp under those specific actions you took."

"You are very much mistaken, Mr. Purohit. I did not report my findings to Interpol. I reported them to my Mentor."

"Your Mentor?" Purohit said.

"The contract I signed was with Chief Skye and it states that I will report my findings directly to her. And she is working with Interpol, in a much different way than I was."

"Then your Mentor in the States is Chief Skye . . ." Purohit said.

"Ah. It's no surprise that you didn't know that." Phoenix took a step backwards, "Our relationship wasn't publicized. But, she trained me under the American court system while I worked toward passing the bar. I also gathered intelligence at Bluecorp during this time. If what I found got into Interpol's hands, then that is an entirely different matter altogether. And really has no consequences against me, or Interpol, or Chief Skye."

"You were just the middleman." Purohit laughed. "Of course."

"What I would like to know is where you learned about all that Interpol stuff?" Phoenix flipped it back on Purohit. "What? I know I've never seen you contracted through Interpol before. Or has that changed?"

"I came here of my own accord." Purohit said. "I was given access to your records in order to learn your movements at the time you were still a high suspect."

"Hmm. Your own accord, huh?" Phoenix contemplated something.

"I do not have much more knowledge." Purohit said. "Just what was needed."

"Got it. Great. Anything else you wanna ask, Purohit?"

What, you're just going to let that go, Wright? He named the shorefront, which could not be a legal move. He already violated confidentiality.

"No. That is all." Purohit said.

The Judge blinked several times. "So. Uh. What did we establish here, exactly?"

"That I am not at all at fault for anything he tried to throw at me. It was a decent attempt, though." Phoenix shrugged.

"What about the assault, then?" The Judge asked.

Purohit said, "Your Honor. I think we should call a recess and cover that when Mr. White arrives."

"How long will that be?" The Judge asked.

"Give me an hour."

". . . Okay. Court is adjourned until 2:00 PM. Dismissed."

Phoenix asked Miles, "Can I have my phone?"

"Why didn't you continue with Purohit?" Miles asked.

"I think I have him figured out. He does have a motivation in this." Phoenix grabbed the bag and located his phone. He opened up Fiona's phone as well, and called the mysterious number that was connected to that text chat.

"What are you doing, Wright?"

". . . Listen." Phoenix held out the phone and it said, 'The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected.'

"So, White disposed of that phone number. What of it?"

Phoenix shook his head. He grabbed his laptop and loaded it up. While he did that, Ruby came up to the pair and he quickly pocketed her sister's phone.

"You're law enforcement?" She accused in a very angry voice. "Fucking law enforcement?"

"Yeah. About that . . ." Phoenix murmured. She did not look very pleased.

"The hell, Wright? You know how I felt about them!"

"Why do you think I never said anything?"

"You fucking underhanded liar!"

"And when exactly were you going to tell me Fiona returned?" Phoenix brought up as his counterpoint. "I believe you told me you 'wanted some privacy'?"

"That's completely different! That was none of your business to begin with."

"Oh really? Why did she come back? Did she ever tell you?" Phoenix asked.

"She just told me she planned on leaving the country. She wanted me to go with her and I told her I wasn't going anywhere until White was behind bars."

"Okay. And you couldn't tell me that a whole week ago because?"

"She . . . requested that you didn't know." Ruby said.

"Do you know why she requested that?"

"No." Ruby said, then grumbled, "Probably cuz she pegged you for a liar."

Phoenix rolled his eyes dramatically and went to his hidden folders. "Purohit is protecting White and I think I know why. Not because he's being blackmailed, but because he thinks White knows something he wants information for."

"You just gonna ignore me?" Ruby said.

"Look, you and I can have a screaming match later. I need to get this squared away now." Phoenix stared her down, "Or, we can scream at each other now, because it looks like you're set on it."

Miles stepped away from the pair, crossed his arms, leaned into the backboard, and observed the escalating fight from a safe distance. He was not standing in the crossfires of that. He agreed with Phoenix and was very curious as to what he might have deduced from Purohit, but Ruby was out for her own grilling. Whatever came from it, Miles just hoped the two of them would be alright at the end of it.