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== Court Records ==
* '''CASE NAME:''' Turnabout, Your Honor
* '''CASE DESCRIPTION:''' The former judge is shot in his own courtroom. The suspect? A fellow prosecutor who lost a case. Is he really innocent?
* '''JUDGE PRESIDING:''' The Honorable Judge Judge Jr.
* '''VICTIM:''' Judge Judge, Sr.
* '''DEFENDANT:''' Prosecutor Marshall Law
* '''PROSECUTOR:''' Chwoka
* '''DEFENSE:''' Lydia Prinz
* '''WITNESSES:'''
* '''VERDICT:''' Undecided

=== Evidence ===
* '''Gavel''' - Found at the scene of the crime. Has unidentified blood on it.
* '''Case File''' - Details Prosecutor Law's last case.
* '''Bullet Shell''' - Found at the scene of the crime. Found by the door.

== Court Transcript ==
''{Open: the judge's chambers. Judge Sr. is there, reading through a recently settled case file. Suddenly, a man walks in, brandishing a gun.}''

'''???:''' ... Your Honor.

'''JUDGE:''' Hm? Who's there?

'''???:''' How can you forget me? I'm the one who was humiliated in front of the entire court!

'''JUDGE:''' No... why are you here? That case is over!

'''???:''' And who says it is, hm?

''{The man fires a shot into the judge's back.}''

'''JUDGE:''' AAAH! ... Y-you... Why?

'''???:''' Because... you're the one who cost me my career!

''{The man fires another shot, killing the poor judge. The man cackles and walks away, dropping the gun in the process.}''

''{Cut: Chwoka's office, which is a cat. He is holding a piece of cardboard reading "WILL LAWYER FOR FOOD". Jon walks by.}''

'''JON:''' ... Pal? Is that you!?

'''CHWOKA:''' Yup, it's Pal alright.

'''JON:''' ... You're still as snarky as ever. What happened to you, pal? How'd this happen?

'''CHWOKA:''' I lost a case. Pretty damned big case, financially.

'''JON:''' Oh... yeah. I forgot. ... Listen, pal, I just got word from the State Prosecutor's Office... they've got a case without anybody prosecuting, and I was wondering...

'''CHWOKA:''' Hellz yeah! I'm so hungry that ''{falls unconscious}''

''{Jon sighs and drags Chwoka to court.}''

''{Cut: A court-of-law themed restruant named "Court". Chwoka is eating like there is not a tomorrow}''

'''JON:''' So, how's the food?

'''CHWOKA:''' Tasty as Justice!

'''JON:''' Yeah, that's all well and good, but... we should probably hit the crime scene. Where the judge was killed.

''{Chwoka drops his fork onto his plate}''

'''CHWOKA:''' Judge was...killed?

'''JON:''' Yep. We think a fellow prosecutor is to blame, but we're not sure. I think we need to do some detective work.

'''CHWOKA:''' I call dibs on Forensics!

'''JON:''' ... Okay, I guess.

''{Chwoka plants a security camera under the table}''

'''CHWOKA:''' Say, ''who'' is this former prosecutor? Not Stan, hopefully?

'''JON:''' He left the country already--it couldn't have been him! They say it was a guy named Marshall Law. He's pretty good, all things considered.

'''CHWOKA:'''...and now we will spend the next week gathering evidence in court....without YOU people ''{points to viewer}'' following us everywhere!

''{cut: Court}''

'''CHWOKA:''' Gathering evidence sure is fun, eh Jon?

'''JON:''' Yeah. The rollercoaster was my favorite part.

'''CHWOKA:''' Well, let's get to work!

''{long pause}''

'''JON:''' Yeah, let's.

''{Cut: the judge's quarters. A large bloodstain covers the desk and carpet, and tape marks the area of the judge's death, in his chair.}''

'''CHWOKA:''' So, wait, are we still going to be using this courtroom?

'''JON:''' Of course! A new judge is coming-

'''???:''' Very soon, yes.

''{Jon turns around to see a young-looking, red-bearded man in a judge's robe behind him.}''

'''JON:''' And you are?

'''JUDGE:''' The son of the judge.

'''CHWOKA:''' My god, man! You're going to be rubbing your ass in your father's deathjuice!?

'''JUDGE:''' ... I'll be getting a new chair, if you must know. You are... the prosecutor, correct?

'''CHWOKA:''' Prosecutor ''indeed''. Deeds are my specialty?

'''JUDGE:''' ... I'm sure they are, sir. So... I take it you'll be trying to find the real criminal guilty?

'''CHWOKA:''' Nope, I'm here to find the real criminal then let him go scot-flippin'-free. Shall we begin with me presenting my reality-bending-to-my-will-tastic case, where I present evidence that nobody saw me gather, but immediately exists?

'''???:''' Too late.

'''CHWOKA:''' Too late to start presenting evidence? That's my Marshall Law, alright! Always saying things that sound cool but don't actually make sense.

'''???:''' Hardly.

''{A woman, looking to be in her early twenties, stands at the doorway. She is carrying in her hands a folder--presumably containing the evidence. Her face gives off an astoundingly insulting sense of self-satisfaction.}''

'''PRINZ:''' Lydia Prinz. Charmed to meet you, Prosecutor.

'''CHWOKA:''' Always pleased to meet a member of the surprisingly-large-but-well-managed Prinz family!

''{Chwoka extends his hand to shake Lydia's hand, but it is swatted away.}''

'''PRINZ:''' I'll let you know I've no need for formalities right now. What I'm here for is to warn you.

'''CHWOKA:''' Warn me about your skills, Ms. Ego-Stroke? And by that I mean "I hope you have a stroke".

'''PRINZ:''' Exactly. You know how good a record I have?

'''JON:''' Sh-she's good. R-really good.

'''PRINZ:''' I'm glad you agree, detective!

''{Jon quakes silently, anticipating a blow from the egotistical princess of defense.}''

'''JON:''' DONT HIT ME

'''CHWOKA:''' Let me guess, no matter what I was to say there, the response would have been exactly the same. How ''genuine''.

'''PRINZ:''' My, you're mouthy. ... Didn't my father lose to you? Prosecutor Chwoka, was it?

'''CHWOKA:''' Father? Son of a gun, has it really been that long?

'''PRINZ:''' ... I've been alive much longer than you think, Prosecutor. ... My, we've got a ''bright'' one here.

'''JON:''' ''{forced}'' Hahahaha!

'''CHWOKA:''' Not quite as sharp as I used to be, but I still can stab a guy to death in a back alley during night time when nobody is watching and then dispose of all evidence.

'''PRINZ:''' ... Ha! Looks like I've found the real killer!

'''CHWOKA:''' You're overlooking two important things: Judge Sr. was not killed in a back alley, I've got a odd sense of humor that can wander into black comedy.

'''PRINZ:''' Odd... I guess that's a good word to describe you.

'''CHWOKA:''' Yes, yes, I'm mouthy, that's well-established, let's get to work.

'''PRINZ:''' Work? I've done my work. I've got all the evidence I need...

'''CHWOKA:''' You know what I mean!

'''PRINZ:''' Good... I trust this case will go... smoothly.

''{Cut: court}''

'''JUDGE:''' Court is now in session. Is the defense ready?

'''PRINZ:''' As ever, Your Honor.

'''JUDGE:''' And the prosecution?

'''CHWOKA:''' Yes.

'''JUDGE:''' Very well. Would the prosecution please present the case for us?

''{Chwoka stands up}''

'''CHWOKA:''' Jon, bring me the projector.

'''JON:''' ''{offscreen}'' You've got it!

''{Jon pushes a projector into the court room. Chwoka tears a camera out from under his desk.}''

'''CHWOKA:''' Nobody counted on security cameras that were not supposed to be there in the first place!

''{Chwoka puts a tape straight from the security camera and puts it in the projector.}''

'''CHWOKA:''' This has taped everything that's happened in this court for five years - it should have seen what happened last night.

''{The projected screen starts with a bit of fumbling}''

'''CHWOKA:''' This brings me back...

''{Chwoka presses a button and a ton of things happen on-screen}''

'''CHWOKA:''' But we don't have five years to go down memory lane, let's jump to last night.

''{Chwoka stops the fast-forwarding.}''

'''CHWOKA:''' Here we are!

''{Somebody stabs Judge Sr. in the gut}''

'''???:''' ...and this is for the time you overruled me, ''{stabs judge again}'' and ''this'' is for the other time you overruled me...

''{Chwoka stops the tape}''

'''CHWOKA:''' I think that's enough of that, don't you?

'''PRINZ:''' ... Quite. Your Honor, tell me something.

'''JUDGE:''' Yes, Ms. Prinz?

'''PRINZ:''' Can you see the attacker's face in that shot?

'''JUDGE:''' I'm afraid not, Ms. Prinz.

'''PRINZ:''' That's right. This is barely conclusive evidence, Prosecutor.

'''CHWOKA:''' At least we have proved that the suspect had a beef with Judge Senior. Let's look at his case file. ''{Chwoka opens Marshall Law's case file andf skims it}'' While Marshall Law ''did'', in fact, have a bad case against Judge that might have spun the murder, I hardly think we've looked at enough evidence to support Marshall Law as the suspect. Heck, even I had a bad case a few weeks ago - and I didn't go and murder Judge! Which effectively means that this case file is useless as evidence. ''{Chwoka puts away the case file}'' Unless Ms. Prinz wants to look over it, I would say we're done with it.

'''PRINZ:''' I've already looked over it, Prosecutor. No need to further dwell on it.

Objection!/Chwoka2 - Revision history

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