Ace Attorney (逆転裁判〜その「真実」、異議あり！〜)

December 31 4:00 PM

December 31st, New Year's Eve.

I was invited aboard the Silver Star Special Express's maiden voyage.

See the New Year's First Sunrise Aboard a Train Celebrating the Silver Star's Maiden Voyage

See the New Year's First Sunrise Aboard the Silver Star

We have kept you waiting far too long.

Today's finally the day the super-luxury express Silver Star debuts.

The Goldstruck Republic's multimillionaire with a deep love for Japan and railways,

Avery Richman, poured his personal funds into creating a dream private railway.

That is the Silver Star.

Unfortunately, Mr. Richman couldn't be here with us today,

but regardless, we shall be departing very shortly.

Isn't this amazing?

They made it a choo-choo train on purpose.

How nostalchic.

You mean nostalgic.

All right.

Let's go, Nick.

Huh? It's you two!

Detective Gumshoe?

And the judge, too!

Hello there.

We entered the postcard contest and won.

I'm going on a tour of the hot springs in the north aboard a retro train.

Ta-dah!

We were invited!

We depart!

4:30 PM — Departure

Cutting off our fun journey aboard the luxury express Silver Star,

the train was taken over by fugitive Avery Richman.

His demand?

A retrial of the murder case in which he was found guilty one year ago in America.

Maya calls Detective Gumshoe for help,

but it turns out the car we're in has vanished without a trace.

And now, the Silver Star has transformed into a court on wheels,

raising the curtain on a truly unprecedented trial.

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Season 2

Northward, Turnabout Express — 2nd Trial

Court is now in session for the trial of fugitive Avery Richman!

Are you okay, Maya?

Yeah, I let Detective Gumshoe know what was going on.

Prosecutor Turnbull, your opening statement, please.

Let me be perfectly clear.

America's justice system is perfect.

This retrial is nothing but a waste of time.

If that were true,

I wouldn't have had to resort to such drastic measures.

Here's the thing. We know absolutely nothing about the case.

That is certainly true.

I didn't prosecute the case,

but as a member of the United States Attorney's Office,

I have a database of notable cases on me at all times.

Let me fill you in.

One year ago, at the All-American Trade Federation's year-end ceremony,

its secretary-general, Benjamin Cashanova, was murdered.

Mr. Cashanova saw the Goldstruck Republic's financial might as a threat

and was trying to boot it out of America's economy.

The accused, Avery Richman, wouldn't stand for that,

leading to the incident during the ceremony.

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This is a map of the ceremony venue.

Here's where the victim was standing.

He was giving a year-end speech.

And this is where the shot was fired from.

Upon hearing the gunshot, everyone in attendance looked in that direction

and found the defendant, Avery Richman, standing there.

Nearby policemen restrained him.

When they frisked him, they found the murder weapon, a pistol.

The barrel was hot, as though it had just been fired,

and only his fingerprints were found on it.

I didn't have a gun on me back then!

A pistol was found in the defendant's inner coat pocket.

That is the undeniable truth.

Everything does seem to indicate the defendant's guilt.

Of course.

No wonder an American court declared him guilty.

Defense? What do you say?

I have my doubts about that pistol.

Yeah! Mr. Richman says he wasn't carrying one!

I wasn't. There was no way to sneak one into the venue, anyway.

As the ceremony's guest of honor,

you had been exempted from the body search.

Besides...

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There is no doubt that the murder weapon belonged to the defendant.

The pistol's registration proves that.

True, that was my gun.

However... I know! Someone must have stolen it!

To frame me for murder!

Do you have proof?

Th...

That's...

Ugh... He's leaving no openings at all!

It appears there is no need to overturn the verdict after all.

Please wait.

We should hear what the witnesses have to say first!

Good grief.

You attorneys don't know when to give up.

Uh, you're an attorney yourself!

You were in attendance for that ceremony, yes?

Witness — Edgar Piston

Indeed.

I'm Edgar Piston of the All-American CRY Foundation.

Even the smallest detail will do.

Did you notice something, anything when the incident occurred?

I mentioned this a year ago too,

but right before Mr. Cashanova was shot, he halted his speech.

He seemed taken aback by something.

His speech? But why?

The tray.

It must've been the tray.

You are?

Witness — Allan Cylinder

I'm Allan Cylinder of the Council.

You see, a waiter loudly dropped a tray to the floor.

A tray?

Mr. Cashanova was distracted by the sound,

and the very next moment...

Yes, a waiter did drop a tray right in front of me.

The gunshot rang out right after that.

Where did you hear the gunshot come from?

It was very close to me, but I don't know where exactly.

Yes, I was nearby, too.

Who drops a tray in a moment like that?

Some five-star hotel waiter he was.

Well, it's understandable. He was hurt.

He was hurt?

His right hand was bandaged. That's why I...

That's enough.

It has nothing to do with the murder.

Well, I fail to see any problems with their testimonies.

Looks like this retrial will end long before dawn.

Nick...

Um, Mr. Richman...

Yes?

You were the ceremony's guest of honor, yes?

Yes, that's right.

Then why were you all the way over in a corner?

Oh, that was because...

This is pointless. Quit trying to stall.

He was there for me.

Madame Mytonbred?

I still remember.

Mara Mytonbred

Mr. Richman was such a gentleman.

What do you mean?

Back then,

I was listening to the speech.

Oh no!

I'll bring you some napkins at once.

The napkins were on the table at the very end of the banquet hall.

That's why I was there back then.

And that's when the gunshot rang out?

Yes. The terrible sound made me faint.

Who spills champagne on a guest?

Some five-star hotel waiter he was.

Well, it was understandable.

How do you mean?

That waiter had an injured hand, after all.

Injured in what way, madam?

He was wearing a bandage...

On his right hand.

A waiter with his right hand bandaged?

Just like I saw.

Cease this pointless questioning at once!

Objection!

Objection!

The same bandaged right hand...

Which means the two of them must have seen the same waiter.

That would be the natural assumption.

That makes his behavior highly suspicious!

Right after he spilled champagne on Missus Mytonbred,

he dropped a tray in front of Richman, who'd gone to get napkins.

It's almost like he followed him there.

He has a point.

And immediately after he dropped the tray and drew everyone's attention,

the gun was fired from the same vicinity.

What is this waiter's name?

According to the records, it's Gale.

Mr. Gale!

Does anyone here know where Mr. Gale might be?

Come to think of it, there was an unoccupied table during dinner.

Oh, now that you mention it...

Wait! Nobody move!

What's going on?

The Chrysanthemum Room.

No doubt about it...

Fire extinguisher!

I'll get it!

Man...