99% conviction rate, hm? Good thing we are in this UNITED STATES OF DEFINITELY AMERICA.
:
I hope that name is real.Dammit Wright, they can smell fear!
: Ahem.
: Mr Wright?
: This is your first trial, is it not?
: Y-yes, Your Honor. I'm, um, a little nervous.
: Your conduct during this trial will decide the fate of your client.
: Murder is a serious charge. For your client's sake, I hope you can control your nerves.
Yelling and desk-slamming Wright is always better than stuttering Wright.
: Thank... thank you, Your Honor.
: ...
: Mr. Wright, given the circumstances...
Oh no...
: I think we should have a test to ascertain your readiness.
It's quiz time! Wright seriously doesn't remember these things in his first trial. In the second game, at least he has an excuse in term of blunt force trauma.
: Yes, Your Honor.
: (Gulp… Hands shaking… Eyesight… fading…)
: The test will consist of a few simple questions. Answer them clearly and concisely.
: Um… the defendant… is me, right?
I’m taking these meandering paths for now, because they’re funny. Later on in the trial we will not be able to afford to do so.
: You’re his lawyer!
: This is no laughing matter!
: You did pass the bar, didn’t you?
: Sorry, I couldn’t hear your answer. I’ll ask once more.
: The, um, defendant? That’s… er… Mia Fey?
: Wrong, Wright. Look, I have to leave.
: I have to go home. I’m… I’m expecting a delivery.
The Chief can’t bear to witness this trainwreck any longer. And the trial hasn’t even started!
: Aw, c’mon Chief. There’s no need to be going so soon, is there?
: Wright!
: Listen: the defendant is the one on trial--your client!
: I mean, that’s about as basic as you can get!
: (I put my foot in it this time! I’ve got to relax!)
: Sorry, I couldn’t hear your answer. I’ll ask once more.
Okay, I’m going to stop ribbing on Wright now and get on with the trial.
: The defendant? Well, that’s Larry Butz, Your Honor.
: Correct.
: Just keep your wits about you and you’ll do fine.
: Next question:
: This is a murder trial. Tell me, what’s the
victim’s name?
: (Whew, I know this one! Glad I read the case report cover to cover so many times.)
: (It’s… wait… Uh-oh!)
: You don’t even know the victim’s name!?
: Oh, the victim! O-Of course I know the victim’s name!
: I, um, just forgot. … Temporarily.
: I think I feel a migraine coming on.
: Look, the defendant’s name is listed in the
Court Record.
: Just touch the
Court Record button to check it at anytime, okay?
: Remember to check it often. Do it for me, please. I’m begging you.
The Court Record is a very useful tool, especially later in the game.
I don’t have the heart to meander here, since Mia Fey had suffered so much at the hand of this LP already.
: Correct.
: Now, tell me, what was the cause of death?
: She was struck once, by a blunt object.
: Correct.
: You’ve answered all my questions. I see no reason why we shouldn’t proceed.
: You seem much more relaxed, Mr. Wright. Good for you.
: Thank you, Your Honor. (Because I don’t FEEL relaxed, that’s for sure.)
: Well, then, let us proceed with the trial.
: First, a question for the prosecution. Mr. Payne?
: Yes, Your Honor?
: As Mr. Wright just told us, the victim was struck with a blunt object,
: Would you explain to the court just what that “object” was?
: It was found lying on the floor, next to the victim.
Japanifornian criminals are so intelligent, don’t you think?
: I see… the court accepts it into evidence.
: Wright…
: Be sure to pay attention to any evidence added during the trial.
:That evidence is the only ammunition you have in court.
: Touch the
Court Record button to check the Court Record frequently.
WrightXCourt Record OTP.
: Mr. Payne, the prosecution may call its first witness.
: The prosecution calls the defendant, Mr. Butz, to the stand.
: Um, Chief, what do I do now?
: Pay attention. You don’t want to miss any information that might help your client’s case.
: You’ll get your chance to respond to the prosecution later, so be ready!
: Let’s just hope he doesn’t say anything… unfortunate.
: (Uh oh, Larry gets excited easily… this could be bad.)
Being Larry’s best friend, Phoenix knows how easily he gets excited. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
: Ahem.
: Mr. Butz. Is it not true that the victim had recently dumped you?
: Hey, watch it buddy!
: We were great together! We were Romeo and Juliet, Cleopatra and Mark Anthony!
: (Um… didn’t they all die?)
: I wasn’t dumped! She just wasn’t taking my phone calls. Or seeing me… Ever.
: WHAT’S IT TO YOU, ANYWAY!?
: Mr. Butz, what you describe is generally what we mean by “dumped.”
: In fact, she had completely abandoned you… and was seeing other men!
: She had just returned from overseas with one of them the day before the murder!
: Whaddya mean, “one of them”!?
: Lies! All of it, lies! I don’t believe a word of it!
Hoo boy.
: Your Honor, the victim’s passport.
: According to this, she was in Paris until the day before she died.
: Hmm… Indeed, she appears to have returned the day before the murder.
: Dude… no way…
: The victim was a model, but did not have a large income.
: It appears that she had several “Sugar Daddies.”
: Daddies? Sugar?
: Yes. Older men, who gave her money and gifts.
: She took their money and used it to support her lifestyle.
: Duuude!
: We can clearly see what kind of woman this Ms. Stone was.
Woah there Payne.
: Tell me, Mr. Butz,
what do you think of her now?: Wright…
You know, if not for [SPOILER] I would make this a drinking game.
: I don’t think you want him to answer that question.
I honestly don’t remember what I chose last time. Choice time!