"B…Bill…" said Chains. "No…no it couldn't be! He…he would never kill anyone!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bandin Chains." said Franziska. "But right now, he is looking very suspicious."

"But…but he…"

"Tell us something." said Simon. "For how long have you two know each other?"

"For about five years. That's when he first caught job. I was already the warden back then."

"Was he happy to work here?"

"Not just happy. He was excited. He said he always dreamed of working in a correctional facility. He was very enthusiastic. But…"

"But what?"

"N…nothing. Never mind."

"I think I know what happened." said Franziska. "His enthusiasm died down, didn't it? He discovered the job of deputy warden was not that exciting. It only involves paperwork and menial tasks after all."

"And not to forget…" said Simon. "about the low salary. Not a single raise all those years, only the basic necessities, barely any amenities…it makes sense he wanted more."

"Maybe a job with more money to earn." she said. "But, naturally such jobs are not always…legal."

"Wait…you are not suggesting…"

"All we are saying is he needed the money." said Simon. "And once you go in there, there is no coming out. You have to keep doing everything they want. Even…"

"No…stop…"

"We do not intent to accuse him of any crime right now." said Franziska. "He will be given a chance to explain himself. But right now, his actions are striking both of us as dubious. And so, we are obligated to maintain a certain degree of suspiciousness."

"We will know what to do once we are done." said Simon. "That's when the decision will be made."

"I…I hope you know what you are doing…" said Chains in a low voice.

Eventually, the officer came back, with Toughy in tow.

"I brought him, sir! Here he is!"

"I…uh…" said Toughy in his usual innocent voice. "I heard you wanted to talk to me…"

"Indeed." said Simon. "There are some things that we need to confirm with you."

"O…okay…if I can help…gladly.

"I have quite a few questions for you." said Franziska. "I am afraid you haven't been entirely honest with us up until now."

"Wh…what are you talking about?! I believe I have helped your investigation quite a bit. I even helped you find Black…"

"You did." said Simon. "But that man is not involved."

"What?! How can you…"

"We have evidence of his innocence." said Franziska. "It's true he is a despicable evil person. However, I suspect it was because of that very background of his that someone else sought a chance to frame him. Make him the scapegoat."

"You…you think…"

"I don't think anything yet. First, there is another matter we need to solve."

"And what is that?"

"Your contact with the victim. Have you ever spoke with him? Come close to him?"

"N…no. Never. He was here just a few days. I never even got inside his cell in all that time."

"Then please testify about that matter."

"T…testify?"

"About your relationship with the victim." said Franziska. "Anything you say will be useful."

"I…I don't think it is necessary."

"That is not for you to decide!" said Franziska. "I am in charge of the case and I decide what is necessary. After all…if you have nothing to hide, you wouldn't have any reason to refuse….would you?"

"I…"

"Bill…what is up with you?" asked Chains. "You…you have nothing to hide, do you? I believe in you!"

"A…as you should, sir! I am trustworthy! I have nothing to do with all this! And I'll prove it!"

"Then testify!"

"O…okay."

Witness testimony

Me and Waterloo

Honestly, I have no idea what to say.

I…I am not in any way acquainted with Mr. Waterloo.

He is just another inmate among hundreds.

I haven't had any sort of connection with him. And I cannot imagine on what evidence you would base such a connection.

"Hmmm. So you had nothing in common?"

"No. Nothing. I mean, why would we? I am deputy warden! I don't have the time to get all buddy-buddy with every prisoner in here."

"So you are friendly with the inmates?"

"I…try to avoid it. It could create a conflict of interest."

"I can attest to that." said Chains. "I have never seen him talk to any of the prisoners."

"Hmm. So he really never talked with Mr. Waterloo." thought Franziska. "That would mean…if he did kill him, his motive wasn't personal."

"Looks like we are getting closer." said Simon. "The pendulum is now moving in Mr. Toughy direction. But will it stick?"

"I hope so." said Franziska. "If he is innocent, I don't plant to accuse him. But we still don't have anything concrete. We need something more decisive."

"Then let's deal the first blow. However small, it should lead to something bigger."

"Then let's go ahead. The real battle begins now."

Cross-examination

Me and Waterloo

Honestly, I have no idea what to say.

I…I am not in any way acquainted with Mr. Waterloo.

Hold it: "Are you sure of that?"

"Y…yes. Like, how many times do I have to state it? I knew nothing about the man!"

"I just want to be sure." said Franziska. "So that we can avoid misunderstandings. If you were mistaken, that's perfectly fine. It's human to err. I will you give you one last chance to correct yourself."

"I have nothing to correct. I never came close to him, never visited his cell, I hadn't even heard his name until he died!"

"Hmm. He is still denying it." thought Franziska. "Time to bring out the weapon. But I need to be careful. Once I go through with this…there is no coming back."

He is just another inmate among hundreds.

I haven't had any sort of connection with him. And I cannot imagine on what evidence you would base such a connection.

Objection

"Mr. Bill Toughy." she said. "I am afraid that there does exist a connection between you and Mr. Benedict Waterloo. It may be small, but it is there nevertheless."

"C…connection? What are you talking about?"

Franziska lifted Waterloo's shirt, revealing the shirt underneath.

"This!"

"A…a bandage? That's it?"

"I believe it is enough for a connection."

"How so?"

"We've been to your office." said Simon. "We've seen your locker. Remember? The one you said doubles as a first-aid kit!"

"Oh…"

"The bandages in your locker were laid in a pile!" said Franziska. "That means you had opened the box they were in."

"Y…yes. I needed a bandage a couple day ago."

"That's not true!" said Franziska. "And that can be proven!"

"What?!"

That's when Chains stepped in.

"Bill…I was in your office yesterday morning. I saw the box…it was still sealed. Untouched."

"And that means.." said Franziska. "That you only opened it around the time of the murder! Isn't that an interesting coincidence?!"

"W…wait, wait, wait!" said Toughy. "This…this is ridiculous! This alone proves nothing! For all we know…he may have gotten that bandage from a visit to the doctor! There is no proof I was the one who tied that wound for him!"

"There is!" said Franziska. "Doctor?"

"I never treated Mr. Waterloo during his stay here." said the doctor.

"And what are you basing that on?" asked Toughy, who was starting to get irritated. "Your memory? That kind of thing is hardly admissible in a court of law!"

"It's not just his memory!" said Franziska.

"I have very little faith in my memory." said Simon. "The only thing I trust…is evidence."

"And we have it right here in this room!" said Franziska. "This doctor keeps a log of all his patients. And yet, Mr. Waterloo's name is not listed in there. Not once! Is it?"

The doctor took the log and gave it to her.

"No. Look for yourself."

"He's right." said Franziska "Mr. Waterloo's name is nowhere to be found on this log!"

"Maybe the good doctor forgot to list his name!" said Toughy. "How about that?!"

"I never forget a single name!" said the doctor. "Every single patient I've had is in there! No exceptions!"

"Stop trying to blame the poor doctor." said Simon. "He is already got enough in his hands without your slander."

"Uh…"

"Just admit it!" said Franziska. "You took one of the bandages and used it to tie up his wound! The reason? To hide his injury for anyone. You needed people to think it was just a suicide! But that wouldn't work if he had such an obvious wound present on his body! So, you treated it! But not out of care! Out of fear!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"B…Bill!" said Chains, who was aghast. "W…what have you done?! You…were supposed to be an upstanding man! A respectable member of society! You are the deputy warden, for God's sake! You…you were such a fine man and example to everyone else working here! But…I don't think you are that man anymore! I feel I don't even know who you are! I thought I knew you, but…this…I can't believe it!"

"Don't take it too hard." said Simon. "This man may not be as trustworthy as we all thought. I trusted him a lot during our investigation."

"Me too." said Franziska. "My trust got the better of me…and I allowed him to lead my down the wrong road. He sent to his set-up victim! Francisco Black! A convicted felon and murderer…who would question it? He was the perfect fall guy! And you almost got away with it! But no longer! You are now backed against the wall, with nowhere to run! Mr. Bill Toughy…I hereby indict you for the murder of Benedict Waterloo!"

Toughy was starting to sweat and breath heavily. But soon, he composed himself. He took out a notepad and a pencil and stated making notes.

"Know me…" he said, also tot himself.

"What was that?" asked Franziska.

"Know me…" he repeated. "You think you know me? You think you know who I am? You pay me sou and give me a pitiful excuse of an office…you boss me around for 5 years…have me do all the hard work while you relax on your fancy little desk…and think you know me?! You have a lot of nerve…you stupid old man!"

He lifted to face them. He know had a serious, menacing look.

"B…Bill!" said Chains. "So…it's true! You…you did…"

"I admit nothing of the sort! All this is baseless…and stupid!"

"S…stupid?"

"Yes. Both your case and you! You are stupid!"

Franziska felt the urge to whip him. But she didn't, as that could only make matters worse.

"Do you have a defense?" she asked. "Because only that can save you know."

"I don't even need one. Your case is in tatters! You have nothing! But, nonetheless, I will give you another testimony. Just to show you how idiotic you are being. Even though the thought of having to answer more of your questions makes me sick!"

"Control yourself, Franziska!" thought Franziska. "If you whip him, he can calm up. You need him to keep talking. Just listen and find the contradictions! Then you can hit him hard!"

Argument

Got nothing

Seriously, what do you have to accuse me with?

A bandage? Is that it? You plan to win a case with just that?

Yes, I did use a bandage on the day of the crime.

But that for a different reason. It is unrelated to the crime.

There you go! Your only piece of evidence has been rendered useless!

"You think you can squirm your way out of this one?" asked Franziska.

"I have nothing to squirm out of! I am an honest man! I try to do my job and live my life normally! But no! You buffoons have to come and make a mess out of it! You should be ashamed of yourselves! You will do just about anything to win a case won't you? Even if you know the one you are accusing is innocent, you will still accuse him and make the evidence up later on. Isn't that how it always goes?!"

"You…" said Franziska.

"Calm down." said Simon. "He is trying to bait us! He is trying to make us lose our composure. And that can only mean…that he is afraid. He knows we are on to him….and is trying to throw us off-trail."

"Well…he won't get his way!" she said. "I take pride in my work! I always try to get the right person! And I will get him! I know he is the guy!"

"That's what I like to hear! I am on your side! You are not alone!"

Rebuttal

Got nothing

Seriously, what do you have to accuse me with?

A bandage? Is that it? You plan to win a case with just that?

Hold it: "it's not enough to build a case, but it is enough to create suspicion."

"Suspicion my ass! That thing alone proves nothing! You are just desperate to get someone for it! You can't risk leaving the case unsolved. It would ruin your reputation. You just have to get a guy and make sure he is convicted!"

"If you are guilty…you will be convicted!" said Franziska. "Killers don't escape on my watch! I will do anything for a guilty verdict, that is true…but only if I know I am facing the true criminal!"

"Ha! That's a good one! That's what you tell yourself in order to sleep at night, huh? Of course."

"I do wonder how you sleep at night." said Simon. "You certainly seem relaxed enough. As if you don't care about what has happened."

"I do care about an inmate being killed! But I don't give a damn about your ridiculous accusations."

"Then let's over to the rest of your testimony."

"As if I care."

Yes, I did use a bandage on the day of the crime.

But that for a different reason. It is unrelated to the crime.

Hold it: "What was that reason?"

"A reason that is irrelevant here."

"We will decide that!" said Franziska. "Tell us the reason!"

"No."

"Then I'm afraid we have to take that as a confession." said Simon.

"What?!"

"You are refusing to tell us what you did with the bandage. That makes you look even more suspicious. You realize that, I hope."

"I…

"Indeed." said Franziska. "Your refusal will not seem very nice to the court. After all, they despise uncooperative defendants!"

"I…fine, you win!"

"Is that a confession?"

"No. I…I lent it to a friend."

"A friend?"

"Yes. He needed bandages and was out of them. He called me and I told him he could borrow one of mine."

"Why did you hide that?"

"Well…I am no supposed to lent out my supplies like that!"

"That…is true." confirmed Chains.

"What?!"

"That's it. I lied to protect myself from my boss' righteous anger. And now…thank you a lot!"

"You…you are such a lame liar!" said Franziska.

"Ms. von Karma." said Simon, "This is not working out. His excuse will appear convincing to any court. He had it at the ready. Sly bastard."

"So…what do we do?"

"Nothing for now. Just keep going. We are bound to find something."

There you go! Your only piece of evidence has been rendered useless!

Objection

"Maybe it has…" said Franziska. "But unfortunately for you, it's far from the only piece."

"W…what do you mean?"

"Earlier when we were in your office, I noticed your cutlery. You seemed to have two of everything.

"I…"

"Yes, that's how it goes." said Chains. "Every employee gets two spoons, two forks and two knives."

"That's' where the problem lies. You see, he had two spoons, two forks…and one knife!"

"Wh…what?!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" shouted Toughy.

"Exactly! One of his knives was missing! And I think it is safe to say why that is!"

"Then out with it you good-for-nothing genius!" said Toughy. "Why is my knife missing, huh?!"

"When we talked with Mr. Black earlier, he testified to the following: he saw a man inside Mr. Waterloo's cell in the middle of the night. He was holding a piece of metal...which could have been a knife!"

"It was your knife, wasn't it?" said Simon. "You used it to wound the victim…and then you tried to patch up his wound!"

"The absence of a knife from your office makes that clear!" said Franziska. "You had used it to stab a man! It was covered in blood! You couldn't keep it like that! You had to throw it away!"

"And you did." said Simon. "It could be anywhere right now. But it's not here."

"Which makes your case even more impossible to prove."

"What?"

Toughy laughed.

"Are you really trying to use a lack of proof as proof? If it must be said, yes I did throw my knife away. And the reason is because it got eroded. I don't know why, but I had to throw it away!"

"You…you fool!" said Franziska. "You really think anyone will believe that?!"

"I don't care. I am telling the truth. If you don't like my story, prove me wrong."

"Ugh…I…I can't…" thought Franziska.

"Hahahahahahahahh! Looks like it's time to say goodbye!" said Toughy. "I enjoyed our talk, but I have matters to attend to."

"No!" said Franziska. I won't let you go anyw…"

She was interrupted by a voice.

"It's here, sir!"

It was another police officer.

"Finally!" said Simon. "Do you have the results I requested?"

"Yes, sir! Here they are!"

"What is that?" asked Franziska.

"Something I had them examine earlier." said Simon. "Sorry for not telling you, I needed to be sure first. And, from what I see.." he read the report the officer gave him. "The results are positive."

"That's right." thought Franziska. "He did whisper something to that officer. I wonder what it was."

"W...what does it say?" asked Chains.

"Upon examination, it has been determined that the fingerprints found on the burner phone…match those of Mr. Bill Toughy."

"W…what?!" said Franziska.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" shouted Toughy.

"Indeed." said Simon. "If Mr. Black never touched it, somebody else had to have planted it there. Who had a motive for that, I thought. After I had them fetch Mr. Toughy, it became obvious. So, I had them conduct the tests, just in case."

"So…that phone…" said Franziska. "I actually belongs to you!"

"H…hold the goddamn phone!" said Touhy. "This means no…"

"Don't try to deny it again! That phone can only belong to a criminal! And if you had it, it means you were talking with someone you didn't want people to know about. Perhaps even…the one who ordered you to commit this murder!"

"I…I never…"

Franziska was very delighted. She finally had a chance to end that case. However, her mood was spoiled by a familiar voice.

"I never expected to see this. Truly disappointing."

"Him again?! Really?!" she thought.

She turned around, to find Levertington, Oliver and Hotshot standing there.

"Mr. Hotshot…why the hell are you here again?!"

"We were merely wandering around prison, minding our own business…" said Hotshot. "When suddenly, the news that Ms. von Karma was now accusing Mr. Toughy of the murder reached our ears. Needless to say, I felt I needed to step in again. To correct your errors."

"I don't require your assistance!" said Franziska. "This case is perfectly wrapped up!"

"How can you say that, with all those loose ends?" asked Hotshot.

"Indeed." said Levertington, "This case has a bunch of unsolved questions. You wouldn't want to leave them floating around, would you?"

"I have what I need! Stay out of this, all three of you!"

"I didn't say anything!" said Oliver! "I…"

"Silence, fool!" she said and lifted her whip.

"Don't you dare use that on my assistant!" said Levertington. "Or I swear I will sue you into oblivion!"

"I can guarantee that!" said Hotshot.

"Fine! Then get out of here!"

"Not quite yet." said Hotshot. "Not when I have a word to put in this man's defense."

"Why do you even care?"

"He is a good friend of my client's too. I wouldn't want him to be…inconvenienced."

"Yes, let's avoid that." said Levertington.

"So, I will now give an argument in favor of this man's innocence." said Hotshot. "In the end, it should serve you as well. After all, it will prevent another embarrassment! You wouldn't want to be caught accusing the wrong man again, would you?"

"I…I will not be humiliated this time!"

"We shall see about that. Now then…"

Argument

Common logic

Mr. Toughy innocence becomes clear as soon as you look at this case with common logic.

Mr. Toughy had no possible motive. No connection between him and Mr. Waterloo. Not anything that would justify this accusation.

You have no proof to accuse this man of a single crime.

Just grasping at straws. Quite unbecoming of a supposed prodigy like yourself.

"You…you dare insult my intelligence?!"

"I did no such thing. It is your actions that are making you look incompetent. And you can only blame yourself for that."

"Grrrr!"

"And you are one to talk?" asked Simon. "Shyster! Only caring about how deep your client's pockets are, not his guilt or innocence. Does this man pay you enough to put on this show?"

"Show? It's my job, Mr. Blackquill. Unlike some other people, we defense attorneys work really hard for the truth. We don't sit in our office and wait for the evidence to be brought to us on a silver platter!"

"You are saying we are not investigating enough?"

"Well…if you had, you wouldn't have been so clueless about everything."

"Let's just get this farce of a cross-examination over with." said Franziska.

Rebuttal

Common logic

Mr. Toughy innocence becomes clear as soon as you look at this case with common logic.

Mr. Toughy had no possible motive. No connection between him and Mr. Waterloo. Not anything that would justify this accusation.

You have no proof to accuse this man of a single crime.

Objection

"Mr. Hotshot." she said "You just arrived. It makes sense you are not aware of your latest findings."

"Findings?"

Franziska showed him the burner phone.

"This was found in the cell across Mr. Waterloo's. It is a burner phone, used by criminals to communicate. And Mr. Toughy's fingerprints are all over it!"

Hotshot did not seem intimidated.

"So what?"

"What?!"

"It's a burner phone. That alone proves nothing. Criminals are not the only ones who use those. The possibility Mr. Toughy used that one does not prove he is affiliated with criminal gangs!"

"But it was found inside the other cell!" said Simon. "He tried to dispose of it!"

"Maybe he just dropped it in there!" said Hotshot. "Isn't that possible?"

"He's right!" said Oliver. "I drop stuff all the time!"

"It does happen!" said Levertington. "Nobody is perfect. And Mr. Toughy is no exception!"

"Grraaaaaaaaaagggggggggg!" Simon was also beginning to lose it.

"It seems we are done here." said Hotshot.

"Excuse me, but…" said Toughy. "Can I say a thing or two here? After all, my neck is on the line here!"

"Mr. Toughy…" said Hotshot. "You might want to stop talking. There's no need. They can't force you to…"

"Let him!" said Franziska, who saw a small gleam of hope. "If she wishes to defend himself further…he has every right to."

"You bet I will!" said Toughy. "Just to put the final nail in the coffin! After that, there will be nothing left to say!"

Argument

No weapon

You are saying I killed That guy? Bull crap!

You keep repeating the same things over and over but you are still missing the most vital part!

The weapon! Where did I get that rope? Where did it come from?

Search my office if you want! There is not an inch of rope in there!

"So, you are saying you had no way of getting your hands on rope?" asked Franziska.

"I didn't. And you both know that very well!"

"That is an excellent point." said Hotshot. "Indeed the finest way to nail this case shut!

"Not yet!" said Franziska. "Until my rebuttal is over, nothing is decided."

"Go ahead." said Toughy. "It will feel so good to see your squirm and find nothing! The game is over!"

"Not until the final whistle!" said Simon.

"Let's make this last round count." thought Franziska.

Rebuttal

No weapon

You are saying I killed That guy? Bull crap!

You keep repeating the same things over and over but you are still missing the most vital part!

The weapon! Here did I get that rope? Where did it come from?

Search my office if you want! There is not an inch of rope in there!

Objection

"Finally! I have him!" thought Franziska. "This is it!"

"Mr. Toughy!" she said. "I finally have the evidence needed! Your words now have sealed your fate!"

"Ha! That's a really good one!"

"It's a fact!" said Simon. "As we all know, it's easy to get rope in this prison…from the workshop!"

"Th…the workshop?" said Chains.

"Hahahhahahaahhaha!" laughed Toughy. "Maybe you are right. Perhaps you are not complete morons! However…I have never been in there!"

"Another boldface lie!" said Simon. "Mr. Chisel, the one in charge has said he has seen you there a lot of times. You like making arts and crafts!"

"He also said…" said Franziska. "That some rope was missing two or three days ago. And we can check to see I you were there on that day! As deputy warden, you wouldn't be searched!"

"I…Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!"

"You really should have kept your mouth shut!" said Franziska. "You just gave us another weapon to fight you!"

"Indeed. Your tongue ran too far." said Simon. 'And now…how about you make things easier for us and yourself…and confess?!"

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Toughy screamed. He pressed his pencil against the notepad so hard it broke in half. He then left the notepad fall on the floor.

"I…I…" he said.

"Looks like we got him!" thought Franziska. "I…"

However, a voice interrupted.

"That's enough. Don't say another word."

It was Hotshot. He stepped close.

"I've had it with you and your mind games!" said Franziska. "Be quiet!"

"Not anymore!" said Hotshot.

"We are in the middle of a conversation here!" said Simon.

"This conversation is over!" said Hotshot. "From now on, you can ask me all your questions, but I can't promise I'll answer."

"Wait…what?!"

"Mr. Toughy, I will grant you my services as your attorney."

"My…attorney?"

"Yes. I will defend you in court. If Ms. von Karma will take the case there."

"You bet I will!" said Franziska. "The evidence is sufficient to secure an arrest and most likely a conviction."

"We will see about that." said Hotshot. "Before making the arrest, allow me to speak with my client in private."

He took Toughy aside. Toughy was very nervous.

"Howard…"

"Relax. All will be alright."

"it's over, man! You heard them! They know everything! They have all that evidence against me and…"

"They have nothing against you. This is all a set-up. You are an innocent man who is being wrongly accused. And I will make that clear once we get to court."

"But…that's prosecutor von Karma. She is a genius!"

"But not unbeatable. She has lost before. And I haven't. It should be interesting. I always like a good challenge Now, when the interrogate you, no matter what they say, don't say anything. They are bluffing. You can ask for me to be present in the interrogation, got it? Okay."

"Enough!" said Franziska. 'Just arrest him!"

"I'm here for oyu, remember that" said Hotshot. "Everything will be fine."

Toughy was taken away.

"So, Ms. von Karma, it seems we will be facing each other in court. I look forward to it."

"Me too! I will make sure you never forget that trial!"

"The same goes for you! I sense it will be a case you will not forget about!"

"What do you mean?"

"You know too little and yet you think you know everything. Wait until we get to court. Then we can see how things will play out there."

He then left.

"You better be careful." advised Levertington. "I know Howard. He never takes a case if he's isn't sure he can win.

"I don't need your advice! His confidence will be his downfall!" said Franziska. "And as for you, Mr. Levertington…I sense you wouldn't want Mr. Toughy to be found guilty…because you afraid he will rat you out."

"Rat me…out?"

"You know what I'm talking about! But now is not the time. I am too tired to talk about this!"

"I have no idea what you mean. But I must leave now. Too much work to do. Maybe we can meet again someday and talk about…whatever you want to talk about."

"Gladly."

Levertington and Oliver left.

"What is going on with you and that man?" asked Simon.

"I will tell you. It's a long story, though, so let's get back to the office first."

"And that's it." finished Franziska. "That's how the case ended."

"Wow! You sure have been busy." said Kay.

"Indeed, sir! That was a really messed-up day!"

"So, about the trial…" said Edgeworth. "The evidence does seem circumstantial...but you could accomplish a guilty verdict if you maneuver it the right way."

"I have it under control." said Franziska. "I just want you…"

"Yes?"

"I want you to be there!"

"Be there?"

"I would feel safer if I knew…you were all there, watching…you know…"

"You got it, sir!" said Gumshoe. "We will be there!"

"Of course!" said Kay. "You have our full support! Right, Mr. Edgeworth."

"Yes. Franziska, I trust you to handle this case the right way." said Edgeworth. "I will be in the audience to give you my support. But I'm sure you'll do well either way."

"I will be there too." said Blackquill. "In the absence of a police detective, I will be testifying on behalf of the police department."

"This will be your first time, right?" said Edgeworth.

"Are you sure you got this?" asked Kay.

"Trust me. I can do this."

"We trust you, pal." said Gumshoe.

"Seems we will be there together" said Edgeworth. "That will be needed. Hotshot is very sly and manipulative. Beating him will be no walk in the park. Even I can't predict how everything will play out in court. We will have to see."

End of episode