[Apollo is sitting in his chair rummaging through notes, Allison walks in with an angry look]

Allison:You said you would get him acquitted!!

Apollo:I’m sorry Allison, but I put the truth ahead of what I think should happen.

Allison:He was my boyfriend and he was innocent!

Apollo:He was a thief, and a murderer, and even if he was innocent for this particular crime, which he wasn’t that’s not enough for me to let a guilty man go free!

Allison:But your job was to defend him!

Apollo:My job is to find the truth!

Allison:Well you did a damn horrible job at it!

Apollo:Look, Even if you don’t want to admit it, your boyfriend was guilty!

Allison:You’ve never lost a case in your life!

Apollo:I’ve never knowingly defended a guilty man in my life!

Allison:I should have known you wouldn’t properly defend him! “Go to my dad,” I told him, “He’ll make sure you get out of this.” But instead he went and asked you! The one man who could possibly get him found guilty!

Apollo:He got what was coming to him!

Allison:… … [As she starts to cool down] You know… I use to think you were a good attorney! One who would do anything for an innocent verdict. Daddy’s told me several times about how you got that one “Watoky” or whatever off the hook!

Apollo:First of all, his name was “Wocky,” and-

Allison:But I guess I was wrong, you’re nothing but a fake! You don’t give a damn about your verdict do you?

Apollo:Like I said I-

Allison:You’re no longer worthy to be an attorney. [Pulling out a gun (in the direction of the Audience)] In fact, I don’t think you’ve the right to live any longer.

Apollo:What do you-?

Allison:Good-bye… “Uncle Apollo” [Turns around and shoots him in the heart]

[Dawn is examining Apollo’s body. Another detective is with Allison, who looks as if she is about to cry. Johnathan Enters Stage Left, panicking at the sight of Apollo’s body]

John: What happened here?

Dawn: He was shot in the heart. The bullet broke the vase in front of him, causing the… [Realizing that she doesn’t know who he is] Excuse me, uhh who are you?

John: Johnathan Wright, Attorney at Law, I came over as soon as I herd.

Dawn: So, you’re going to figure out who did this Wright?

John: No, I help DEFEND whoever’s been accused.

Dawn: Oh, good, well we’ve already got a suspect, and judging on the evidence, she’s the only one who could’ve done it.

John: Well you obviously don’t know my family. Who’s your-

Dawn: Wait a second, are you THE Johnathan Wright? Grandson of Phoenix Wright?

John: Uhh yeah. Now again, who’s your-

Dawn: My daddy’s said some pretty good things about your Grandpa.

John: I’m sure he has, now then who’s-

Dawn: Your Grandpa was a great lawyer. Rarely lost a-

John: Who’s the damn suspect?

Dawn: Oh, sorry. She’s over there, her name’s Allison.

John: [Finally realizing Allison’s in the room] Oh no… not Allison…

Dawn: You know her?

John: She’s my Daughter.

Dawn: Ooh… I’m sorry.

John: Well, can I talk to her? Ask her what happened?

Dawn: Sorry, you know the rules. You can’t talk to her without her officially asking for you to be her lawyer.

John: Oh come on. Who are you anyway? Where’s Skye? She normally runs the investigations of my cases.

Dawn: Detective Skye’s on vacation. She doesn’t live on noodles like me. Anyways, I’m Daw Terr Gumshoe. [Reaching for a handshake] Best detective since-

Allison: [Interrupting] Johnath- I mean, Dad… Where’ve you been? Why weren’t you here sooner? Will you be my lawyer?

John: Of course I will Ali. [Kisses her forehead] Of course I will.

[Johnathan and Allison sit on opposite sides of a piece of glass. Allison is writing on a piece of paper, when finished, she slides it over to Johnathan]

Allison: There you go. Now you’re my attorney.

John: Ok, then. Before I ask about the case, can I ask a few personal questions?

Allison: Fine.

John: How’s your mom?

Allison: She’s fine; she still lives with me, unlike a certain somebody.

John: I thought we talked about that.

Allison: Oh right, I think you said, “Your mom ditched me, and took you with her.” Come on, do you really expect me to believe that? I was ten when you left us, I could read the little note that said “I can’t raise a family and earn money at the same time. I choose the money.” Believe me John, seven years isn’t enough time for me to forget that note. You left us, end of story.

John: I am your Father and-

Allison: Since when? Even when you were in my life you were never around. Always off on your, “next big case.” I don’t even know why I called you “Daddy” in the first place.

John: Then why’d you want me as an attorney?

Allison: Because I know that you’ll get me out of this. I don’t know a lawyer who’s more dedicated to his work than you are. Especially since you’re more dedicated to your work than your own family.

John: I’m really sorry Ali I just-

Allison: Oh yeah, “Sorry” as if. You’ve tried “Sorry” Every month for the last seven years.

John: Can we change the subject?

Allison: Fine.

John: How’s school?

Allison: Alright, I have a boyfriend now… well, had a boyfriend, until Uncle Apollo decided to find him guilty of murder.

John: Be careful, with talk like that, I might think you were guilty.

Allison: Well, that’s why I was charged in the first place. Well that and the fact that I was in the room when the police arrived.

John: Why were you there?

Allison: I was spending the weekend with Uncle Apollo. I was in the guest room asleep when I herd a gunshot from his office. I went to see what happened.

John: Did anyone see you?

Allison: Unfortunately no. Nor did I see who shot him. When I got to his office, he was on the floor basically as you saw him.

John: “Basically”?

Allison: The blood was still flowing from his blood wound. Other than that, he was the same.

John: I see. [He closes his eyes, starting to think]

Allison: [After a few seconds] I didn’t believe it you know.

John: Excuse me?

Allison: The note, I didn’t believe it. At least not at first. I couldn’t. I was ten, I didn’t understand. I thought it was my fault you left. I guess part of me still thinks that.

John: You know that’s not true.

Allison: Yeah, but I still think that.

[A guard enters]

Guard: Allison Wright? I need to take you in for questioning.

John: I’ll see you later Allison.

Allison: Okay bye.

[Apollo is sitting in his chair rummaging through notes, Allison walks in with an angry look]

Allison:You said you would get him acquitted!!

Apollo:I’m sorry Allison, but I put the truth ahead of what I think should happen.

Allison:He was my boyfriend and he was innocent!

Apollo:He was a thief, and a murderer, and even if he was innocent for this particular crime, which he wasn’t that’s not enough for me to let a guilty man go free!

Allison:But your job was to defend him!

Apollo:My job is to find the truth!

Allison:Well you did a damn horrible job at it!

Apollo:Look, Even if you don’t want to admit it, your boyfriend was guilty!

Allison:You’ve never lost a case in your life!

Apollo:I’ve never knowingly defended an innocent man in my life!

Allison:I should have known you wouldn’t properly defend him! “Go to my dad,” I told him, “He’ll make sure you get out of this.” But instead he went and asked you! The one man who could possibly get him found guilty!

Apollo:He got what was coming to him!

Allison:… … [As she starts to cool down] You know… I use to think you were a good attorney! One who would do anything for an innocent verdict. Daddy’s told me several times about how you got that one “Watoky” or whatever off the hook!

Apollo:First of all, his name was “Wocky,” and-

Allison:But I guess I was wrong, you’re nothing but a fake! You don’t give a damn about your verdict do you?

Apollo:Like I said I-

Allison:You’re no longer worthy to be an attorney. [Pulling out a gun (in the direction of the Audience)] In fact, I don’t think you’ve the right to live any longer.

Apollo:What do you-?

Allison:Good-bye… “Uncle Apollo” [Turns around and shoots him in the heart]

[Dawn is examining Apollo’s body. Another detective is with Allison, who looks as if she is about to cry. Johnathan Enters Stage Left, panicking at the sight of Apollo’s body]

John: What happened here?

Dawn: He was shot in the heart. The bullet broke the vase in front of him, causing the… [Realizing that she doesn’t know who he is] Excuse me, uhh who are you?

John: Johnathan Wright, Attorney at Law, I came over as soon as I herd.

Dawn: So, you’re going to figure out who did this Wright?

John: No, I help DEFEND whoever’s been accused.

Dawn: Oh, good, well we’ve already got a suspect, and judging on the evidence, she’s the only one who could’ve done it.

John: Well you obviously don’t know my family. Who’s your-

Dawn: Wait a second, are you THE Johnathan Wright? Grandson of Phoenix Wright?

John: Uhh yeah. Now again, who’s your-

Dawn: My daddy’s said some pretty good things about your Grandpa.

John: I’m sure he has, now then who’s-

Dawn: Your Grandpa was a great lawyer. Rarely lost a-

John: Who’s the damn suspect?

Dawn: Oh, sorry. She’s over there, her name’s Allison.

John: [Finally realizing Allison’s in the room] Oh no… not Allison…

Dawn: You know her?

John: She’s my Daughter.

Dawn: Ooh… I’m sorry.

John: Well, can I talk to her? Ask her what happened?

Dawn: Sorry, you know the rules. You can’t talk to her without her officially asking for you to be her lawyer.

John: Oh come on. Who are you anyway? Where’s Skye? She normally runs the investigations of my cases.

Dawn: Detective Skye’s on vacation. She doesn’t live on noodles like me. Anyways, I’m Daw Terr Gumshoe. [Reaching for a handshake] Best detective since-

Allison: [Interrupting] Johnath- I mean, Dad… Where’ve you been? Why weren’t you here sooner? Will you be my lawyer?

John: Of course I will Ali. [Kisses her forehead] Of course I will.

[Johnathan and Allison sit on opposite sides of a piece of glass. Allison is writing on a piece of paper, when finished, she slides it over to Johnathan]

Allison: There you go. Now you’re my attorney.

John: Ok, then. Before I ask about the case, can I ask a few personal questions?

Allison: Fine.

John: How’s your mom?

Allison: She’s fine; she still lives with me, unlike a certain somebody.

John: I thought we talked about that.

Allison: Oh right, I think you said, “Your mom ditched me, and took you with her.” Come on, do you really expect me to believe that? I was ten when you left us, I could read the little note that said “I can’t raise a family and earn money at the same time. I choose the money.” Believe me John, seven years isn’t enough time for me to forget that note. You left us, end of story.

John: I am your Father and-

Allison: Since when? Even when you were in my life you were never around. Always off on your, “next big case.” I don’t even know why I called you “Daddy” in the first place.

John: Then why’d you want me as an attorney?

Allison: Because I know that you’ll get me out of this. I don’t know a lawyer who’s more dedicated to his work than you are. Especially since you’re more dedicated to your work than your own family.

John: I’m really sorry Ali I just-

Allison: Oh yeah, “Sorry” as if. You’ve tried “Sorry” Every month for the last seven years.

John: Can we change the subject?

Allison: Fine.

John: How’s school?

Allison: Alright, I have a boyfriend now… well, had a boyfriend, until Uncle Apollo decided to find him guilty of murder.

John: Be careful, with talk like that, I might think you were guilty.

Allison: Well, that’s why I was charged in the first place. Well that and the fact that I was in the room when the police arrived.

John: Why were you there?

Allison: I was spending the weekend with Uncle Apollo. I was in the guest room asleep when I herd a gunshot from his office. I went to see what happened.

John: Did anyone see you?

Allison: Unfortunately no. Nor did I see who shot him. When I got to his office, he was on the floor basically as you saw him.

John: “Basically”?

Allison: The blood was still flowing from his blood wound. Other than that, he was the same.

John: I see. [He closes his eyes, starting to think]

Allison: [After a few seconds] I didn’t believe it you know.

John: Excuse me?

Allison: The note, I didn’t believe it. At least not at first. I couldn’t. I was ten, I didn’t understand. I thought it was my fault you left. I guess part of me still thinks that.

John: You know that’s not true.

Allison: Yeah, but I still think that.

[A guard enters]

Guard: Allison Wright? I need to take you in for questioning.

John: I’ll see you later Allison.

Allison: Okay bye.