Episode 1: Turnabout Lovers

Part 3-4: Investigation

Rebuttal: Reason for Suspicion

You explained the reason behind the blood...

But what does it matter?

I still suspect you.

You shot my father, and called the cops to act like the good guy!

Cyrus: Objection! I didn't call the police.

Honey: Yes you did!

Cyrus: Nope. Miles called the police. I think the police down there can vouch for me.

Honey: What?! T-That doesn't clear suspicion!

Argument: Still Suspicious

Calling the police didn't matter...

What does matter is that you are the culprit!

We'll lock you up, and find the gun that killed dad!

Cyrus: (Hm... She doesn't put up much of a fight, does she?)

Honey: At a loss for words at my explanation?

Cyrus: Nope. Just simply daydreaming.

Rebuttal: Still Suspicious

Calling the police didn't matter...

What does matter is that you are the culprit!

We'll lock you up, and find the gun that killed dad!

Cyrus: Objection!

Honey: What is it this time?

Cyrus: We could just find the gun that killed your father without locking me up.

Honey: Huh?

Cyrus: Your dad was shot twice. Once went right through his body. The other… Is still there.

Honey:…!

Cyrus: I think we should let the police take the body, and let them find the bullet before we start making any assumptions.

Honey: Prosecutor.

Cyrus: Huh?

Honey: I know you did this. And I will find out.

Cyrus: (And with that, she leaves. Tch.)

Kay: You okay Cyrus? I mean… You were almost arrested!

Cyrus: I'm perfectly fine, Kay. Anyways, I'm gonna start working on my own case, thank you very much.

Edgeworth: Hold on, Cyrus.

Cyrus: Huh?

Edgeworth: Take what I said into consideration.

Cyrus:...Maybe. Maybe not.

April 29th

Central Waterworks Lake

2:00 PM

Cyrus:…Like hell am I going to take that into consideration.

Chili: Cyrus…

Cyrus: Hm? Chili, what's wrong?

Chili: I thought I gave the both of you the same report…

Cyrus: What? Was it something that happened when Kay took over? (Great. Now it starts raining.)

Chili: So cold! So cold!

Cyrus:…Here.

Chili: Hm…?

Cyrus: It's a weird looking umbrella. I made it myself.

Chili:…How did you make this?

Cyrus: Professional knitter. And sower… Or however you say that word. Don't worry, it'll keep you outta the rain.

Chili: Thank you.

Cyrus: No problem. Anyways, what was that about the autopsy reports?

Chili: The time of death was on Alpha's report, but not on your report…

Cyrus: I see… I… Want you to look into this.

Chili: W-What? I'm already on thin ice…

Cyrus: You'll be on thinner ice if you don't do this. I'll investigate alone.

Chili: A-Alright. I'll start looking into this issue…

Cyrus: (Alone yet again… Like all of my life.) I'd better look at the body again.

Forensics: Prosecutor!

Cyrus: Um… Police?

Forensics: The time of death on Alpha's report seems to be correct!

Cyrus:…What is the time of death?

Forensics: The time of death is different for both victims! The male died just before three o'clock, the other died just after.

Cyrus: (Hm… Interesting.) Thank you. (I'd better head to the Victims.)

…

…

…

Cyrus: Let's see… (This necklace is still bugging me. I mean… If it was still whole, I could just say that somebody lost it… But… It's split into two pieces.) Hey, Forensics.

Forensics: Huh?

Cyrus: Examine this piece of a necklace.

Forensics: Huh? Why?

Cyrus: Why would it be in pieces? Maybe it is important. Just do it. Please.

Forensics: Sir, yes sir!

…

Forensics: Sir!

Cyrus: Huh?

Forensics: The male victim's blood seems to be on here!

Cyrus:...! (Now, why exactly does it have blood on it? The second half isn't here… The only logical conclusion is…) what's the victims' address?

Forensics: Why?

Cyrus: I need to investigate there.

Forensics: Um… Here, let my write it down… Here!

Cyrus: Thank you.

April 29th

Victims' House

3:00 PM

Cyrus: (This place is pretty close to the lake… Damn! The door's locked…) Time to brute force it.

?: Hello?

Cyrus: Whoa! (That was close…) Who are you?

?: I'm a maid for the people that own this house.

Cyrus: Oh… I see. You… Do know that… Uh… The owners of this house are… dead?

Maid: What?!

Cyrus: I'm the prosecutor for their case.

Maid: Oh…

Cyrus: Do you mind if I investigate here?

Maid: No! Not at all!

Cyrus: Thank you. (Everything looks good in the living room. What about the kitchen?)

…

Cyrus: What? This knife… It's a little bent. (Maybe it's just my instincts taking over, but…) *Touches Bracelet* Let's do this.

Pathway to the Truth: Knife

[2:30 PM]

[?1: I… I hate you!]

[?2: Wait! Please!]

[?1: No! *Grabs Knife* Stay away!]

[?2: W-Whoa. Watch out… You don't wanna do anything you'll regret.]

[?1: N-No! Argh! *Cuts the other person's wrist.*]

[?1: Agh! Damn bitch!]

[?2: W-What?! *Drops knife*]

[?1: Agh! It… It hurts so much… *Passes out*]

Cyrus: (…The hell did I just watch?! I need to watch for the time a little more.)

[2:30 PM]

[?1: I… I hate you!]

[?2: Wait! Please!]

[2:32 PM]

[?1: No! *Grabs Knife* Stay away!]

[?2: W-Whoa. Watch out… You don't wanna do anything you'll regret.]

[?1: N-No! Argh! *Cuts the other person's wrist.*]

[?2: Agh! Damn bitch!]

[?1: W-What?! *Drops knife*]

[?2: Agh! It… It hurts so much… *Passes out*]

[2:40 PM]

[?1: Please wake up…]

[?2: I'm… Awake… Get off me.]

[?1: Huh…?]

[?2: Get off me. *Push*]

[?1: What?! No! You need help! We need to find the phone!]

[?2: Get over here! *Grabs necklace* You aren't going anywhere.]

[?1: Get off me!]

[*Necklace Breaks*]

[2:50 PM]

[?1: Stay away from me!]

[*Bang!*]

Cyrus: Found it! …What exactly did I find? (Something happened between our victims…) The other half of the necklace should be here… Here it is. There should be blood here too… This place is connected to the crime. (What was that thing at the end? A gunshot!) Using what I know already… That gunshot hit… Karson? And then Cindy died soon after… about twenty minutes later. Agh! (Using so many powers today… Kinda making me tired… Heh…) Hey, I'm leaving, okay?

Maid: Okay… I suppose you might come back later today.

Cyrus: N-No. I'm turning in.

Maid: Huh? But it is barely three!

Cyrus: Don't worry, I'm fine.

April 29th

Cyrus' Apartment

4:12 PM

Cyrus: *Flops onto bed* Jeez… So tired… (Time to get a little shut eye…)

Cyrus' Dream

Cyrus: (Hopefully I might be able to get a better look at the girl and me. And that gunshot… Okay, we talk and then the gun- What?! I… Get shot?!)