Dahlia and Phoenix finally made it to Gourd Lake and walked through the entrance. What they found was surprising.

Detective Edgeworth was asleep, lying down on a wooden bench with Kay right beside him. However, she was awake and holding a black marker in her hand. It explained the goatee on the detective's face.

"Hey guys," Kay said.

"Hi Kay," Dahlia said. "What happened here?"

"Oh this?" Kay said, gesturing to Edgeworth. "Poor Uncle Edgey spent all night searching for that crazy boat guy. This morning I came here looking for him and found him like this."

"So naturally you pulled out a marker and drew on his face," Dahlia said, completely understanding the situation.

"Exactly!" Kay said.

"Kay, I expected better from you," Phoenix said, shaking his head. He took the marker from her. "I mean, where's the creativity in this?"

Phoenix popped the cap off and drew an elaborate pattern of swirls along his old friend's eyebrows.

"Wow, you're like an artist," Kay said, admiring Phoenix's work.

"I am," Phoenix said, twirling the marker. He held it out to Dahlia. "I know you want to."

"Took you long enough Mr. Artist," Dahlia said.

In the end, a majority of Edgeworth's face was covered in black ink. They then proceeded to outline his entire body on the bench.

Phoenix handed Kay back the marker. "Beautiful."

"Agreed," Dahlia said.

The detective stirred, and everyone instinctively looked in a different direction. Edgeworth sat up and stretched. Finally, he opened his eyes and promptly jumped off the bench.

"Good morning sleepyhead," Phoenix said, with a 1000-watt smile.

"Actually it's 12:16," Kay said, snickering.

Though Edgeworth was unaware of it, the massive amounts of ink on his face covered his embarrassed blush. "I was, uh, it was 4 in the morning,pal, I just sat down, then, uh…"

"You searched for Yogi until 4 in the morning?" Dahlia said.

"Well, I couldn't just go home, pal," Edgeworth said, yawning. "Kay, did they ever find Yogi?"

"I don't know, I've been waiting for you to wake up since I got here," Kay said. She tossed him a Swiss Roll in a wrapper. "I figured you'd be hungry."

"Uh, thanks," Edgeworth said, pocketing the cake. He took his glasses off and polished them before putting them back on.

Dahlia bit her lip. This is just too good. She cleared her throat. "So, uh, what are you going to do now?"

Edgeworth scratched his chin, unwittingly right where Kay had drawn a goatee.

"Pfft!" Phoenix broke into a fake coughing fit.

"Alright, what's going on pal?" Edgeworth said. "You don't have to be a detective to see you're hiding something."

"I am not hiding anything all," Phoenix said. "What is there to hide?"

"Nothing is ever truly hidden when you're involved," Edgeworth said, tapping his finger impatiently.

Phoenix Wright: Bad Liar. Dahlia cut her assistant off before he could say anything. "Alright, you got us."

"Dahlia!" Kay said.

"We drew an outline of you asleep on the bench," Dahlia said.

"And… that was funny?" Edgeworth said.

"You know Nick has a weird sense of humor," Dahlia said.

"It was your idea!" Phoenix said.

"Stupid says what?" Dahlia said.

"I'm not saying it!" Phoenix said.

"Saying what?" Edgeworth said.

Cha-ching. Dahlia smiled. "Nothing."

Edgeworth looked at them skeptically. "Alright then."

"Just eat your Swiss Roll and wake up," Kay said.

Still suspicious, the detective took the little package out of his pocket and took the cake out of the wrapper. He just happened to glance at the reflective surface of the shiny wrap.

"I was going to stop at the goatee!" Kay announced before bolting.

"Dahlia was the one to write 'Stick in the mud' on your forehead!" Phoenix said, and ran off.

Dahlia caught him by the collar. "We go down together Fancy Eyebrows."

Ten minutes later, Dahlia and Phoenix were standing in the lake. Phoenix coughed on the Swiss Roll that had been crammed into his mouth. The defense duo trudged out of the water, droplets dripping faster than they could move. Edgeworth's face was wet as well, for he had washed off the marker.

Dahlia ran her hand through her hair. Gah, I hope this dries.

"Dahlia?" Phoenix said. "Your hand is red."

"So?" Dahlia said.

"You dye your hair?" Phoenix said.

"I don't want to look like my sister okay?" Dahlia said, wiping the die on her hoodie.

"Sister?" Phoenix said.

"So, my mother really did that?" Pearl said.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Pearls," Phoenix said.

"And that Dahlia girl helped her?" Pearl said. "She tried to hurt Mystic Maya?"

"Well, yeah," Phoenix said. "Look Pearls, this is a lot to take in."

"I can't believe my mother would try to hurt Mystic Maya! I'd never listen to her if I had known!" Pearl said, rolling up her sleeve. "And that evil Dahlia girl! I… I… I hate her!"

"Dahlia?" Phoenix said.

What did I do?

"Dahlia?" Phoenix said, touching the defense attorney's shoulder.

"I'll explain later," Dahlia said, pulling out her Magatama. "Right now we have work to do."

"This is what Kay was talking about before," Phoenix said. "What is going on?"

"I said I'll explain later," Dahlia said. Good question.

"Note to self, request Prosecutor Butz beat that goofy smile off Phoenix's face," Edgeworth said as he put a piece of cloth back in his pocket.

"Aw, lighten up!" Phoenix said. "You know, we just talked to Larry earlier."

"Really now?" Edgeworth said. "I don't suppose you got any information out of him."

"Actually, we did," Dahlia said.

"You did?" Edgeworth said, looking surprised and a little confused.

"Well, mostly Nick," Dahlia said. "Not surprising really, considering you 3 were all such close friends as kids."

Edgeworth rubbed his arm. "I suppose we were."

"But things changed, and now those secrets of the past have been chained inside you," Dahlia said. "Locked in place, hidden from the light of truth."

"What do you mean pal?" Edgeworth said.

"I mean you won't talk about the past," Dahlia said. "Not unless there's proof that you absolutely need to."

"Why would I be hiding anything?" Edgeworth said.

"I just figured that out actually," Dahlia said. "It's because of Larry."

"L- Prosecutor Butz?" Edgeworth said.

"You still see him as a friend, don't you?" Dahlia said. "Just like Nick does, but the difference is you knew something before he did. And despite all the years that have gone by, you don't want to betray your friend by revealing it."

The locks and chains resurfaced around the detective, who looked pained. "How do you even know something happened, pal?"

"Nick told me about what happened 15 years ago," Dahlia said. "About how suddenly Larry became a complete jerk, and cut himself off from everybody around him."

One of the locks shattered away, releasing the spiritual energy of secrecy.

"But there was something Nick didn't know," Dahlia said. "Why did Larry suddenly act the way he did?"

"People change, pal," Edgeworth said.

"Over time," Dahlia said. "Never so drastically. Unless of course something equally drastic happens to them. And I think we all know what it is by this point."

"DL-6, right?" Edgeworth said. "I imagine being so close to a murder would be rather traumatic, pal. Though would it be enough to completely change his life like that?"

"I can't picture Larry being all that tough," Dahlia said. "But I suppose while they aren't all 9 year old boys a lot of the witnesses we see in the courtroom are pretty okay. However, DL-6 would be life-changing enough for Larry."

"How so?" Edgeworth said, looking rather curious.

Dahlia showed the detective Larry's necklace. "I assume you recognize who's this is."

"Prosecutor Butz," Edgeworth said. "Ever since he showed up in my life again as a prosecutor, he was always wearing that."

"That sounds about right," Dahlia said. "You see, Larry bought this necklace 15 years ago. It was originally intended to be a gift for someone."

"A gift?" Edgeworth said.

Dahlia nodded. "He was planning on giving it to a certain Mimi Miney. But she was shot in the heart, and DL-6 was born."

"I never knew he was going to give that to her," Edgeworth said, as another Psyche-Lock broke.

Still, 3 more. He's not going to talk unless…

"How do you know this has anything to do with the case at hand?" Edgeworth said.

That's my workaholic. Well, at least this one is pretty easy. Dahlia presented the DL-6 case file. "Just about everyone in this case was involved was part of DL-6. Manfred von Karma was the defense attorney; Larry was in the elevator when his childhood love was killed, Yanni Yogi just happens to be a witness-"

"What proves that the boat shop caretaker truly is Yanni Yogi?" Edgeworth said.

"Don't tell me you ran around this city until 4 in the morning searching for a guy you didn't think was really Yogi," Dahlia said.

"If there's a chance I'm willing to take it," Edgeworth said. "But is there any proof?"

"Did you hear the one about the defense attorney who cross-examined the parrot?" Dahlia said.

"Yes, though the witness itself seems to have drawn the attention away from the results," Edgeworth said.

"Well believe it or not, Polly testified about DL-6," Dahlia said.

"She did?" Edgeworth said.

"Apparently, someone taught her that phrase," Dahlia said. "Wouldn't the most likely candidate be the boat guy?"

"It was a well-known case at the time," Edgeworth said.

"But why would take the time to teach it to his parrot if it weren't important to him?" Dahlia said. "Actually, even the parrot herself is a clue."

"What are you talking about?" Edgeworth said.

"Look at the suspect data," Dahlia said. "Yanni Yogi had a fiancée named Polly."

"There are lots of people named Polly out there," Edgeworth said.

"Sure, but Polly+DL-6=Yanni Yogi," Dahlia said. "It's Dahlia Math, practically a science."

Phoenix gave her a questioning look.

"What?" Dahlia said. "I hated math alright?"

Edgeworth didn't seem to be a believer of Dahlia Math.

"Furthermore, the boat guy looks to be about the age Yogi would be now," Dahlia said. "And he just happens to lose his memory of his life before the boat shop? You have to admit that's a little suspicious."

Edgeworth seemed to be relenting.

"You know, when you look at all the evidence it's actually rather obvious," Dahlia said.

The third lock shattered, fading away into nothing. "Alright, I suppose it holds water."

"You know, I wonder how the police missed that," Dahlia said. "Was it really that hard to get information on this guy?"

Edgeworth rubbed his arm. "Look, that's not my department okay pal?"

"Still, I mean you had the Chief Prosecutor working with you guys here. Surely you found some inkling of an idea."

"Apparently the search came up empty," Edgeworth said. "They found nothing on this guy pal."

"Don't you think that's kind of weird?" Dahlia said. "I mean, wouldn't it have been kind of easy to just do a fingerprint test or a DNA thing?"

"No one ever thought of DNA," Edgeworth said.

"But Lana double-checks everything," Dahlia said. You'd think with her connection to DL-6 she'd…

"She's just been really distant."

"It didn't come up very much, even less nowadays, but she would always say something along the lines of injustice."

"What is it Dahlia?" Phoenix said. "You've got that look. You know the one that makes the judge nervous."

I wonder… Sorry Mia. Dahlia brought out the file full of blackmail. "Edgeworth, can you tell me who Lisa Skye is?"

"She was the prosecutor in the DL-6 trial," Edgeworth said.

"And Lana's mother," Dahlia said. "Come on, you must have at least guessed as much. And you call Nick a bad liar?"

Edgeworth cringed. "Look pal, this is a sensitive subject alright? I shouldn't be talking about it."

"Come on Detective, we need to truth here," Dahlia said. "We already know about what happened, but there are still some gaps."

"I fear it will have to stay that way," Edgeworth said.

"What if I told you I already know more?" Dahlia said.

"What else do you know?" Edgeworth said, raising an eyebrow.

"Lisa Skye died in a car accident a couple years after that trial," Dahlia said, taking out the newspaper article in the blackmail file. "Not to mention her husband."

"So what, you're saying it was more than an accident?" Edgeworth said.

"No, it was just an accident," Dahlia said. "A very unfortunate accident, considering Lisa Skye wasn't finished yet."

"What do you mean by that?" Edgeworth said.

"It's pretty clear DL-6 isn't over yet," Dahlia said. "I'm willing to bet Lisa felt the same."

"It was hard for many people to swallow," Edgeworth said.

"Yeah, but when you're a prosecutor who's sure she'd found the right guy you don't give it up," Dahlia said. "Lucky for her, she left a legacy behind."

"Chief Prosecutor Skye," Edgeworth sighed, and another lock broke.

There's still one left. Now what?

"Where are you going with this?" Edgeworth said. "What exactly is it you want from me?"

"The truth," Dahlia said. "Something is going on, and it's called DL-6. But there's more to this, and I think I'm starting to put it together. I want to find out exactly what has been going on. What's Lana been up to? Why is nearly everyone in this case involved in DL-6? What do you know that you won't tell us?"

"Whether it be searching the city until 4 in the morning or interrogating a man that was my friend," Edgeworth said. "I will do everything in my power as a detective to what I think is right."

"Does that mean you'll help us or does that mean you'll keep your secrets?" Dahlia said.

The sound of Edgeworth's sigh blended with the light evanescent sound of the final Psyche-Lock, along with a heavy burden, breaking to pieces. "You win, pal."

"Thanks man," Phoenix said. "You have no idea how much this means to us. To Larry too."

"I found out about DL-6 a while ago actually," Edgeworth said. "But I could tell Larry never wanted anyone to know, so anything that had to do with that case I kept to myself. It built up over time, and eventually I discovered a few things about Chief Prosecutor's Skye's involvement."

"Like her mother being the prosecutor?" Dahlia said.

"Actually, she was with her mother during that trail," Edgeworth said.

"Seriously?" Dahlia said.

"I suspect the outcome of that trial got under the skin of mother and daughter," Edgeworth said. "Everyone thought that defendant was guilty, but von Karma was the defense. He focused on the prosecution's lack of evidence, used every trick in the book. It was enough to get him a not guilty verdict."

"But it was just Yogi, Mimi and Larry in the elevator," Dahlia said. "How could it not have been him?"

"It was about evidence, not logic," Edgeworth said. "And somehow there was evidence Yogi might have been innocent."

"How is that possible?" Dahlia said.

"I don't know, I wasn't a detective at the time," Edgeworth said.

Suddenly, something flew through the air and snapped the detective right across the chest. "Ah-ow!"

"There was evidence because a von Karma is never unprepared."

Everyone turned and saw Franziska von Karma standing before them.

"What was that for?" Edgeworth said, bewildered.

Franziska whipped him again. "Foolishness, you foolish detective."

Edgeworth opened his mouth, thought better of it, and put a sock in it.

"What brings you here?" Dahlia said.

"My personal investigation," Franziska said. "I was searching through my office again came across something I thought would be of more use to you than me."

"Random but helpful," Dahlia said. "My favorite. What'cha got for us?"

"A letter," Franziska said, handing it to Dahlia. "I think you'll find it interesting."

"Manfred von Karma," Dahlia read aloud. "There is much we need to discuss. It's time DL-6 came to a close."

"DL-6?" Phoenix exclaimed.

Edgeworth looked at the letter. "That handwriting looks familiar…"

"There's more," Dahlia said. "Meet with me at Gourd Lake on December 24th at 10 o'clock PM. I trust you won't be late. We shall rent a boat, take it out to the lake, and talk. I need closure, and I'm confident you are the best person to ask."

"Whoa, this is crazy," Phoenix said. "Who's it from?"

Dahlia's mouth went dry. "Signed, Larry Butz."

Phoenix and Edgeworth looked at each other. Their eyes rolled back and they collapsed to the ground.

Franziska and Dahlia just stared at the unconscious men, unsure of how to respond.

Dahlia looked around. "Now where's Kay with her marker?"