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The play you're about to see is based on the trial of a murder case and treats the facts

of violent death as frankly as they were treated in the original court.

Details of the trial have been condensed from contemporary sources but scenes outside the

courtroom are a mixture of fact and conjecture.

1923, on the night of the 9th of July the unnaturally hot weather broken and sensational thunderstorm

about how past two in the morning in a corridor of the Savoy Hotel, three pistol shots were

fired.

The woman who fired them made no attempt to conceal what she'd done.

I've shot by husband, she told the police.

She was French.

Marie Margarit Fabi.

The trial lasted six days.

Madame Fami spoke no English so every question and every answer had to be translated.

You however, well here has speaking English.

We've none of us got six days to spare.

Madame Fami had wealthy friends and then engaged the most famous defense lawyer of the day,

Sir Edward Marshall Hall.

The crowds who waited all night for the opening of the trial were waiting for him as much

as I heard.

They had to wait quite a time.

You always had to wait for Marshall.

Where is it?

It's 20 minutes.

I did.

Taking his time as usual as well.

He promised that he had a start.

How is the defense ready to proceed, sir Henry?

If your launch you would allow us a moment or two long.

I'm afraid I don't know, sir Henry, if I may add with respect.

I think I'll be waiting for you a long time.

Go and tell him where to start here.

Where is he?

It would be starting.

Mr Oliver, I was looking for you.

Edward's just coming.

Yes he.

In the roving room?

He'll be tried and hanged and he'll still be brushing his hair.

We don't have to be there for the preliminaries.

Now if you'll just take charge of Lisa.

Sir Edward takes a white pill first, then two of the yellow ones, but not more often than

once in every hour.

Our legs are giving us a lot of trouble today.

I didn't come to the bar to be a bloody nanny.

Ah!

Ah!

The prisoner stands indicted that on the 10th day of July 1923 she murdered Ali Farmi Bay.

To this indictment she has pleaded not guilty and you were charged to say having first heard

the evidence, whether she is guilty or not.

Yes Mr. Clark.

My lord, members of the jury.

In this case I appear on behalf of the crown.

My learned trends, Sir Edward Marshall Hall, Sir Henry Curtis Bennett and Mr. Roland Oliver,

represent the prisoner.

The prisoner, Marie Magarit Farmi, was married to Prince Farmi to the deceased at a civil

ceremony in December 1922, just nine months ago.

This civil ceremony took place in Cairo and was followed two months later by a religious

ceremony according to the Mohammedan faith to which the prisoner had been converted.

The couple had met in Paris in May of last year and had subsequently lived together in

Doville and Berbeats.

In July of this year they came to London and occupied a suite at the Savoy Hotel.

In July the 9th it appears there was a quarrel between them.

They retired to their suite shortly after midnight and at about 2.30 in the morning of July the 10th,

a night porter of the hotel was carrying some luggage along a corridor at the fourth floor.

They came running out into the corridor and they said, look what she's done to me.

There was a wee red mat just underneath his eye.

Nothing serious there.

No.

And what happened there?

Then she came running out after him.

Mr. BT, will you describe to the court exactly how the prisoner was dressed at that time?

She was all in white.

Night press.

No, no, no. It was an evening go. It had decorations on it.

And Prince Farmi?

Well, he was in some sort of pajamas.

Mr. BT, will you describe the prisoner's manner at that time?

Excited. They were both very excited.

Well, the foreigners you see.

You concluded that they were behaving as foreigners are apt to behave but that no real harm had been done.

So you continued on your way. What happened next?

Well, about two minutes later I heard three shots from back the way it come.

Now, was there a pause between the shots and the interval?

No, no, no. They were right together.

Bang, bang, bang.

And then?

I ran back along the corridor.

And what did you find?

A found Prince Farmi lying on the ground motionless with blood coming out of his neck.

And the prisoner? Was she there?

I.

Was she carrying anything?

She had a small pistol in her right hand.

Just as I arrived, she threw it down on the ground.

Then she went and knelt beside her husband.

I then observed three cartridges lying on the floor at her husband's feet.

Did she say anything?

She said something in French.

Castor Jefe, what have I done? She said to me.

What will he do to me? And I said to her, I'm done.

What is this terrible thing you have done?

Mr. Mariani, when you arrived on the scene, where exactly was the prince's body?

No, it is there on the floor. She was still on her knees.

She was lost. She didn't understand.

Thank you. Thank you. And she said,

Mr. Mariani, I've been married for six months.

And the torture has been terrible. I have suffered terribly.

Thank you. Thank you. And that was all she said.

No. No, no, no. She said that she and her husband had quarreled about the divorce.

About the divorce?

Yes.

This is a new piece of evidence, isn't it, Mr. Clark?

It would seem, Sir Millard.

Do you have any more questions? No, Millard.

And that was Carlos's birth.

And a necessary question.

Yes, a listen to it all. My particular kind of way is wrong.

Mr. Mariani, on the morning after the tragedy, you gave evidence that the magistrate's court of Bow Street.

Yes.

You did not think it fit to mention them, that Madame Farmer told you that she and her husband had quarreled about the divorce.

How you did not?

Did you not think it appointed importance?

Do you see now that it is appointed importance?

Yes.

Then why didn't you mention it before?

Fun.

Well...

I was not asked. I answered questions, hon.

I think. Thank you.

You're going to hang her.

Nonsense.

That poor little devil meant no harm. Why did you have to go and treat him like that?

The divorce is central, Henry. It was on her mind.

She was in a trap. Helpless.

Like a little animal turning this way or that.

That...

Marshall, listen.

Ill-tricment of the right degree, of course, is useful to our case that can add up to provocation.

And whether they lock the jury or make it manslaughter, if you keep on harping about this divorce,

it'll only prove motive. And that makes it murder.

All right.

No more about the divorce.

All right. Good.

Now, would you like to hear my opinion on another question?

Not really, Henry.

It's about the secretary. Prince Farm is private secretary.

That is now Percy will be calling him after lunch. Go easy.

Sade and nanny. Sade.

Sade and nanny.

Slimy toad. Bloody marge.

Don't get carried away. If you attack that man's character, Percy will attack hers, and then we're sunk.

She's no violent as you know damn well.

The white bill first said what? Then the two yellow ones.

They didn't mean to kill him.

I'm certain of it.

She was so unhappy. And that man missed the Sade and nanny.

I tell you, you come on the phone.

You do it. Fuck him.

Roland, you sit beside him and, Marshall, when you feel Roland tugging at your gown, you'll know you've gone too far.

The first you heard of the tragedy was a telephone call from Madame Farmie from the accused.

At about ten minutes for three in the morning.

That is correct. She said I have shot Ali. I don't know how I did it. Please come at once.

I have shot Ali. I don't know how I did it.

Were you aware at the time that the accused possessed a pistol?

Oh yes. She generally carried it with her in her handbag.

What?

To protect her jewelry. The prince had given her a great deal of very valuable jewelry.

Yes, Mr. Nanny, you said at the inquest that, yes, the prince Farmie had an income of £40,000 sterling per animal.

Is that correct?

In a normal year, yes.

A normal year?

Two years ago, when the price of cotton rose, he had £140,000.

Mr. Nanny, would you say that the prisoner and the late prince Farmie were a happy couple?

No, they were not well suited to each other in temperament.

The prince preferred a quiet life. Madame enjoyed parties. Sware. Dancing.

Thank you.

The light, the shadow of the light, and the shadow of the shadow of the light.

The Cairo Weekly come to school. February 12th, last year.

Now here's a cartoon showing three profiles set against each other.

Show it to the witness.

Have you seen this cartoon before?

Yes.

Who are these men?

Well, it's Farmie, myself, and my own private sector.

And what do you suppose is the message of the cartoon?

Oh, f***.

Could it be that you and your master were as inseparable as the light and the shadow that it casts?

Ah, possibly.

Can you see, can any other significance?

No.

Now, your master's name was Ali Farmie Bay. This title Bay was bought.

Was it not?

The title was awarded to the late prince's late father for his outstanding generous gifts to Chad.

Just so.

And how long would you know in Ali Farmie Bay?

Seven years.

But you didn't move in with him until after his father died, and he had inherited his fortune some three years ago.

I became the prince's pride a secretary three years ago.

Your presence everywhere pursues me incessantly torch of my life.

I see your hidden circle back crown. I have reserved for you in this beautiful country of my ancestors.

Do you recognize that?

It is a letter they point sent to the accused before the wedding.

He was urging her to follow him to Egypt.

No news from you. Baba seriously ill, but there is hope for his recovery. Do you recognize that?

It is a telegram that I sent.

To the accused?

Yes.

Well, who is this Baba?

Baba. Baba was the name the prince and the accused used between themselves.

His first name was Ali.

She called him Ali Baba.

So this telegram is saying that the prince is seriously ill.

Yes.

And was he?

He was in bed for a few days.

So this again was to persuade the accused to follow him to Cairo.

Yes.

And in the end he is exceeding, and she traveled to Cairo.

In November.

And when she arrived, how did the prince treat her?

Oh, he was very kind and attentive.

Did he ask to marry him?

Very often.

And yet still the accused hesitated.

Why do you suppose that was?

Do you think possible that she had heard of Mamorzel Bosini, the prince's mistress?

I left the prince because of his brutality.

The bursini did not leave the prince. He left her.

But there had been other mistresses, had they not in Paris and elsewhere?

Oh, their prince had many.

Yes, there had been others.

And not only mistresses.

Oh, come now.

Mr. and army, you were the prince's friend.

His inseparable friend.

By all accounts.

I put it to you.

The prince Farmé, the late Ali Farmé Day, was a man of violent and eccentric sexual tastes.

No.

And that he was a practitioner of that abominable crime, which takes his name from the cities of the plain.

No.

He was a scientist, was he not?

And I enjoyed the sufferings of women.

No.

Well, do you recall an incident in March of this year in Cairo, where the prince rushed at his wife and struck her in the face,

dislocating her jaw with the force of the blow because she has been out in the town alone?

Oh, yes.

Well, do you recall another incident?

In February, on the prince's yacht at Luxor,

where he locked his wife in her cabin for three days.

No.

Do you recall him firing a pistol over her head to frighten her?

No.

Did you know that the prince had sworn an oath on the Koran to kill his wife?

No.

Oh.

Fine.

When they came to London in July, did the prince threaten to throw his wife into the river?

I did not hear him say so.

Did you hear him say I am taining her?

He said that if she would obey him, he would be very nice to her.

And I put it to you that after their marriage, the prince began to treat his wife with persistent cruelty.

Not cruelty.

He was a bit unkind sometimes.

Did you know that in the civil contract of marriage, it was stipulated that Madame Fame would have the right to divorce her husband?

Yes.

And that at the subsequent religious ceremony, the prince refused to allow this clause to remain and that he had struck her?

Yes.

So this unfortunate woman could never divorce him.

Even if he took three more lives, as he was entitled to under the moral law.

Yes.

And you regard this as a bit unkind.

Yes, a bit.

When you and the prince first met the accused in May of last year, was she not her charming chuff for entertaining and fascinating one?

Yes.

And by July of this year, was she not sad and broken, miserable and wretched?

They were always quarreling.

Thank you.

No further questions?

You drink that right, well do you good.

Yeah, take your hat off for a bit.

Would you like to?

Yeah, that wasn't too bad then, was it?

They are all so old.

You are?

The men, the judge, the lawyer...

It's the judge, the swift.

Oh, he's not old, not really.

You should see some of them.

And he's a really nice gentleman.

You couldn't have a nicer judge.

Said with now, your counsel, he is old.

But he's the best there is, you can believe me really.

You drink that tea now.

Flibitis, that's his trouble.

That and varicose veins.

He has a terrible time.

I know them all really.

They cite.

Can you tell right from the start, from the way they look at the prisoner?

Tell what, dear?

What they will decide.

Now you know we don't discuss the case, dear.

No, but you come here so often.

And I, only once.

Your caution for me, that's what you are.

Am I?

A good friend?

You are? Am I?

A caution?

Mr. Churchill, we have heard evidence from the police that it was this pistol which killed Prince Fahmy.

Seven wounds from three separate bullets, death being caused by a bullet in the temple.

Now, it is described as an automatic pistol.

Does that imply that as long as one keeps one's finger on the trigger, the gun will continue to fire?

No.

It's an automatic pistol because it reloads automatically.

The force of the explosion of each separate shot brings the next cartridge up into the firing position.

But to fire that new cartridge required a separate pull on the trigger.

So that for Madame Fahmy to fire three separate shots that her husband would have required three separate pressures on the trigger?

Yes.

Thank you, Mr. Churchill.

A separate pressure on the trigger for each shot fired. A strong pressure?

No.

A slight pressure?

Yes.

Hand the pistol to the witness.

A very slight pressure?

Yes.

Do that again.

Why did you do that?

To see if it was loaded.

Was it?

No.

What would you have done if it had been loaded?

Unloaded it as quickly as possible.

And how would you do that?

Oh, no. First slide back the breach. Thus ejecting the cartridge. Then release it.

The pistol would then be harmless.

Oh, no.

Always assuming it was started with a full magazine.

Yeah. If I started with a full magazine, I'd first have to remove the magazine and then eject the cartridge which is still in the chamber.

Now, Mr. Churchill, you've just said that in an automatic pistol, the force of each successive shot brings the next shot up into the firing position.

Now, do you think a person inexperienced in firearms, a woman, for instance, would necessarily be aware of that?

She might well not know that.

Thank you.

No further questions?

Would you stay there in case you're needed?

Mr. Clark?

No reexamination, Lord. I should like to call Dr. Gordon the final witness for the prosecution, Lord.

Dr. John...

It's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Is your full name Ernest Henry Gordon?

It is.

And were you called to the Savoy Hotel at approximately 3am on the morning of July the 10th?

I was.

And what did you find when you got to the hotel?

I found the prisoner, you know, Corridor on the part of this show.

And in the night of one, much of a bag, which is a point of him.

What did you find?

No.

You said it.

Yeah?

Did Madam Farmie say anything to you?

This wretched lad of mine give us such trouble.

Hey, hey.

Dr. Gordon, I understand that you had attended the prisoner professionally on an earlier occasion.

That is so. I was first asked to visit Madam Farmie on July the 4th.

I then called in a specialist and arranged for her to enter a private nursing home on the morning of July the 10th for an operation.

So, that the prisoner was due to enter a nursing home later that morning, the morning of the shooting?

Yes, but this is not the court exactly what operation the prisoner was to undergo.

An operation of a particularly painful and distressing nature?

With permission, my Lord.

Yes, by all means.

The

operation was to take place in London.

Well, that was Madam Farmie's original intention.

However, when I saw her in the early hours of July 10th after the shooting, she said that her husband had refused to pay for the operation.

She therefore made plans to return to Paris immediately.

Did you have any further conversation with the prisoner on that occasion?

She said that she and her husband had quarreled bitterly the previous evening.

Anything else? No. Thank you.

Dr. Gordon, when you first saw Madam Farmay,

did she say anything to you about her husband's behaviour towards her?

She said that her husband was very passionate. Anything else?

She said that he made unusual demands of her.

Were these also unnatural demands?

Yes. In other words, the prisoner alleged that her physical condition,

the condition which necessitated a painful and distressing operation,

had been caused by her husband's behaviour.

Yes. Thank you. No further questions.

That concludes the evidence for the prosecution alone.

You won't be opening much longer, will you, Marshal?

No, no, I should do it.

How far would you get with the evidence today, do you think?

Today, I don't want to call her today. I want to fresh and rest it.

She looks half dead already.

But she'll be finished about three. You can't ask me to adjourn at three.

What about calling her sister? She's rather stunning.

No. No.

I'm a much better idea.

And so as I indicated before, there are three possible verdicts.

Murder, manslaughter and not guilty.

Now, if you believe the evidence of the accused, you will believe

that she acted in legitimate self-defence, and it will be your duty to say that she is not guilty.

And now I'm a lot...

I should like to call the first witness for the defence, Dr. Moore.

I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Is your name James Henry Morkin?

Yes.

And are you the governor of Holloway Prison?

I am.

When Madame Farmé was admitted to Holloway Prison, did you see any marks on her?

There were three severe abrasions on the back of her neck.

On the back of her neck, would those marks be consistent with her throat having been seized by her nouns left hand,

the nouns thumb pressing against her windpipe?

Yes, they would.

Thank you.

Will you set up?

No questions, but I...

Well, in that case, my lord, owing to the lateness of the hour and since it is my intention to call the prisoner next,

perhaps this would be a convenient moment to adjourn until tomorrow.

Very well.

I am not obliged, my lord.

The ward of Cynthia had an excellent fight.

Goodbye to the hearing.

Which I can't say the same.

Don't you take something to make it sweet?

I can't, I do it. Makes not the slightest difference.

Say Edward?

I have just seen Mr Clark. He tells me that he intends to cross-examine our client about her life in Paris.

I knew you'd gone too far with Anani.

I knew you'd gone too far with Anani.

I knew you'd gone too far with Anani.

I knew you'd gone too far with Anani.

I knew you'd gone too far with Anani.

We have nothing to hide.

She was just a tart.

Is that how you see her?

There were an awful lot of men.

She didn't kill an awful lot of men.

What happened to the husband, Leuen?

She divorced him for desertion, Sir Edward, in the year following their marriage.

Oh.

She was a band with her little child alone.

Penis.

In Paris.

Miss Leuen, when to live in Japan.

Our client refused to accompany him.

Nevertheless, Peter the most generous allowance.

The child was already quite old.

When she married Leuen, you know.

Rigby won't like that.

Oh, dear.

He's terribly prim.

Mr Justice Rigby Swift has also very susceptible to feminine charm.

Rigby.

Rigby.

It seems that Sir Edward Marshall was a very famous woman.

I'm not a woman.

I'm not a woman.

I'm not a woman.

I'm not a woman.

I'm not a woman.

It seems that Sir Edward Marshall has said that the prisoner was an immoral woman.

But he said he'd been such a way that he's given us all the impression that she was an innocent and most respectable woman.

It's a difficult thing to do, but he's done it.

Mr. Clark, I don't think any purpose would be served in questioning the prisoner regarding her relations with other men.

However, regarding her relations with Prince Farmé, you may ask her any questions you write.

As your Lord should be, sir, sir, not your blood.

The jury may be recalled.

For they'll break me, all with the gentleman.

He's quite right.

Those two women would hang her just for being what she is.

They all would.

I can't imagine why any decent woman would have gone to come to this sort of child.

Would you let your wife come?

Never.

Sir Edward?

I now call...

...Navi Farmé.

Sir Edward.

Mr. Farmé is of the Mohammedan religion.

Should she not be sworn on the Koran?

Merci.

Je pris-ra-la-b.

Very well.

I swear by all mighty God.

I swear by all mighty God...

...that the evidence I will give...

...that the evidence that I will give...

...shall be the truth...

...shall be the truth...

...the whole truth...

...the whole truth...

...and nothing but the truth...

...and nothing but the truth.

Is your full name?

Navi?

Naga-rit?

Farmé.

Yes.

And your age is...

...32.

And did you in 1919 marry a...

...Monsieur Charles Henri-Laureau?

Yes.

And did you subsequent the divorce in the following year for...

...dissertion?

Yes.

Now, I want you to tell the court about your relationship with Prince Farmé.

You met him well.

In Duville.

And when was that?

July last year.

I had seen him before, but we had never spoken.

He was so tall, so strong.

In Duville, he took a whole flow of the hotel.

He had two circumstances...

...and I loved him.

He was like...

...a mistral.

A great wind from the south is so strong.

When he said he must go back to Cairo, I said, I would follow to be with him.

It was in Follish.

I understood that.

But Ali couldn't live without me.

He said...

...when I arrived by boat at Cairo.

There were three choruses waiting.

Ali said, which one you choose?

His house was a palace.

In Narmé.

Everything was a gold.

He had his own yacht.

Servants.

I agreed to become a mosemé.

They gave me a new name.

Munir.

The shining one.

I married him.

And everything changed at once.

At first, I thought that I must have changed.

But when he talked to me, it was as if he was talking to someone else.

To one of the servants, perhaps, to an animal.

He was cold.

I knew then I was not...

When we went to look saw the first time before we were married,

he gave wonderful reception.

Parties on the yacht.

Lord Kanafon came and so many others, they were expeditiously the valet of the kings.

But when we were married, as soon as we were married, that all stopped.

No more parties.

He wouldn't even let me leave the yacht.

He went often.

But always he left those six black monsters to watch me.

To see I did not leave the boat.

He called them servants.

But they were slaves.

I was a prisoner.

My sister had gone back to Paris.

My maiden, I was the only woman.

He started to be cruel.

He locked me in my cabin.

He locked me in my cabin.

He locked me in my cabin.

Why didn't you run away?

Leave your husband.

You had your own flat in Paris.

He would have sent in I need to fetch me.

But you had friends who would have protected you.

I didn't want them to know how it was for me.

I always hoped things would get better.

He used to say that he was sorry.

That he loved me.

That he would be kind.

But things didn't get better.

No.

But I always hoped.

On July the 4th, you and your husband came to London.

Why was that?

To see my daughter, she was at school near London.

And in London, what was your husband's behaviour?

To Churpahayo.

You say?

Now, let's look up to the events of July the 9th.

Had you and your husband quarrel during that day?

He saw that my kisses had been packed.

I had decided to go back to Paris the next day.

And what did your husband say?

He said, you will see.

What did you mean by that?

He meant that he would undertake something against me.

And were you frightened by that threat?

He was so strong.

What did you do?

I took the pistol that Ali had given me and I tried to empty it.

I knew it was loaded because Ali had told me.

I had seen him empty his own pistol and I tried to do the same.

Why did you do that?

I wanted to fight Ali.

I didn't want to hurt him.

I never wanted to hurt him.

Give the pistol to my witness.

If he saw I had the pistol in my hand, he would leave me alone.

Take the pistol in your hand, madam Fami.

It's quite harmless now.

Show me what you tried to do.

Show the jury what you tried to do.

And did you succeed in emptying it?

No.

It went off.

The gun fired.

Yes, sir.

Was anyone hurt?

No, I was in front of the gun.

I was in front of the gun.

I was in front of the gun.

I was in front of the gun.

I was in front of the gun.

Was anyone hurt?

Oh, no.

I was in front of the window.

Were you frightened?

Not after he had fired.

I thought it was safe then.

Did your husband threaten you again?

At supper he took a bottle in his hand.

He said he would abbey me.

This figure, my face.

And then I could go to the devil.

He was such a storm that night.

Oh, such a noise.

I hid thunder.

I was too frightened to go to bed.

Then I lay came into my room.

I said, could I have some money for my journey tomorrow?

He said, come into my room.

I have some money there.

But when I went into his room, he said, you must earn it.

What did he mean by that?

The thing he liked to do.

Go on.

I said no.

He caught my arm and he twisted it.

I said no, please.

I...no, I...he said no.

I was fighting him to get away.

I hung away out into the corridor and then into my room.

Always he came after me.

I want my revenge, he said.

I took the pistol.

He said, I will say that you threatened me.

I hung away again out into the corridor.

Always he came after me.

He got my neck here.

I fought myself away.

He took two steps back.

He cashed down.

Like an animal.

He said, I am going to kill you.

I lifted my arm.

I pointed the pistol.

I pulled the trigger. There was a shot.

I didn't know what had happened.

I didn't understand.

He was lying on the ground.

I was blood on his neck.

He wouldn't move.

I took his hand.

I said, Moula Moul, speak to me.

Oh, please, speak to me.

Don't take on so it's forever.

The worst part's over, Fanny.

Don't.

I really can't.

Well, I've sent the message, but it's not you,

you see, not to finish your evidence.

Thank goodness you've come, sir.

I don't think we'd have got it back into court if you hadn't.

Now, Shama, damn, you were magnificent.

Come on, Crusher.

Who's that Vanny?

Well, of course I came. You asked to see me.

Now, what can I do for you?

You have done so much already for me, Sir Edward.

But there is something I must know, the verdict.

Shama, there's not worry about the verdict.

We must trust in the court.

I am not worried about the verdict, Sir Edward.

I trust in you.

But I must know if the verdict will be valid or lay in England,

or will it also be valid in France and in Egypt.

Well, imagine.

Paul.

I'm not sure, Sir Edward, but of course I can find out.

There you've rumbled Mr Palmer,

and there aren't many people who can do that.

I can assure you.

Now, Shama, I'm...

If you'll excuse me.

Of course, Sir Edward.

I am so grateful to you for coming.

And, Miss Yupana, you will let me know.

Yes, of course, by all means.

Goodbye.

And am I correct when I say that your father was betrayed?

A cab driver.

Mr Clark, does it matter whether he was a cab driver or a millionaire?

I didn't want a long inquiry into this lady's ancestry.

As your Lord Jesus, you've lived in Paris all your life, I believe.

Yes.

And your daughter was born there when you were age 17.

Yes.

You have friends of wealth and influence in Paris.

Yes.

So that all in all, it would be fair to describe you as a woman who has had experience of life.

Yes.

Madame Farmi, how old was Mr L'Oreaux when you married him?

Twenty-two.

He was a very wealthy young man, was he not?

Yes.

And how old was Prince Farmi when you married him?

Twenty-two.

You were very ambitious to become his wife, were you not?

Not ambitious.

I loved him.

When I went to Egypt, I thought I was going as his mittress.

And did you did agree to the cancellation of the clause in the contract permitting you to divorce him?

I come now Madame Farmi, were you not determined to marry him at any cost?

I hoped that he would be kind.

But when he was not kind, when he started to make unnatural and degrading demands on you, you started to hate him.

No.

I hated what he did.

I never hated him.

So when he maltreated you, you made no protest of no resist?

I hate him.

Once.

But he hurt me so much, I never tried again.

He was so strong.

Thank you, no more questions.

Will you return to the dock now, I'm sorry.

My lord, members of the jury, within a month of her marriage, this unfortunate woman was so sure that she had caused a fear death at her husband's hands that she made this solemn statement and sent it to her lawyers in Cairo.

I marry Margarit Farmi of full age and sound mind, formerly accused in the event of my death, violent or otherwise, are they Farmi Bay of having contributed to my disappearance?

She had made one great mistake.

Possibly the greatest mistake that any Western woman can make.

She had married an oriental.

The curse of this case is the atmosphere, the Eastern atmosphere, the Eastern feeling that a woman is no more than a possession to be kept by her husband in a harine to be used as his will.

Humiliation, imprisonment, degrading usage and revolting, clarity, such was the treatment, according to his wife by Ali Farmi Bay, one of the wealthiest and most cultured men in Egypt.

Imagine then the effect on the nerves of this unfortunate woman on the night of the monstrous son of storm in London on July the 9th, her husband had repeatedly threatened to kill all this figure.

She is alone, desperate, in pain.

He makes his revolting suggestion.

She lays violent hands upon her. She runs away, runs for her life.

She sees the pistol, which she believes to be harmless. Here is something which will protect her. She snatches it up.

Her husband sees it by the throat, but somehow she manages to fight free.

He crouches, about to sprint, like an animal, like an oriental. He is going to kill her.

If this she has no doubt, she raises a pistol, she's fired!

She sees her husband lying on the floor. She doesn't understand.

What has happened?

She falls to her knees beside him. My love, speak to me.

Now, was this deliberate willful murder, or was it a shot fired by a desperate woman from a pistol which she believed to be harmless when she thought her life was in danger, members of the jury?

I do not ask you for a verdict. I demand a verdict at your hands. I ask you to let this woman go.

Let this Western woman go back into the light of God's great Western son.

Father, soon, God!

It is easy to speak evil of a dead man.

Members of the jury, I hold no brief for Prince Fahmy.

I appear for the crown, and I invite you to consider certain facts.

It is not disputed that the prisoner killed her husband by firing three separate shots from her pistol.

The prisoner has stated that when the pistol fired accidentally out of the window she had been trying to empty it in order to threaten her husband with it.

That statement suggests that she anticipated at the very least a serious quarrel with her husband that evening.

Members of the jury, if she had seriously believed that he intended to kill her, would she have gone out to the theater with him, had supper with him, and then retired to their suite alone with him?

Unlike my learned friend, I shall not demand a verdict of you.

I only ask that you return a true verdict according to the evidence.

Look at the jury. What a death.

God name it.

He has been talking for hours and hasn't expressed a opinion yet.

There is then the possibility of a verdict of manslaughter on the grounds of extreme provocation.

You must ask yourselves whether any of Prince Fahmy's actions were such as to destroy the self-control of an ordinary reasonable person.

The suggestion that he seized her by the throat is another matter.

I believe that he actually seized her by the throat.

I would not think it right for you to return a verdict of manslaughter.

It is of course a terrible thing to say that anyone is justified in taking the life of another person.

In the eyes of the law you are only justified if you have reason to believe that your own life is in danger

and that your only means of escaping from your aggressor is by killing him.

You are now retired.

What is this time?

I've lost three.

An hour?

How long do they use duality?

There is no use, dear. They can't take days.

You mustn't get excited.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I meant don't think about it.

The jury is coming back.

That's quick, shovel.

Here it's for you.

What is it? Do you know how my dick?

It's quite heavy.

Good luck.

Good luck?

All bonjour.

See.

We grab two parts.

In the prison?

Yes.

Do you give some to everyone?

Yes.

Saludin court.

Hold stand.

Saludin court.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached the verdict on which you all agreed?

We have.

On this indictment for murder, how say you?

Do you find the prisoner guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

And this is the verdict of you all?

It is.

Clear the court.

Let her go.

Get his wick and gown off, mr. Roll him up.

But what one first, Edward?

My congratulations to you, Marshal.

I try, I'm Sir Edward, I wouldn't have believed it possible.

A very fine result, if you'll allow me to say so, sir.

I think it must be regarded as your most remarkable achievement ever.

Out into God's great western son.

Nice win, Marshal.

Daddy, first of all.

Yes, she has another long case to go through.

What do you mean?

The answer to our client's questions, Sir Edward, whether the judgement is valid in Egypt?

Well, she will have to fight the case through the Egyptian courts.

Fight a game for a good name.

I don't think her good name is wearing her.

Palmer, if the verdict is accepted in Egypt, she will get one sixth of Farm Easy State.

Forever.

Do you suppose you knew?

Of course you knew.

That's why she asked.

£8,000 a year.

In a normal year?

The French are so practical.

Much speculation followed the verdict.

As to whether Madam Farmie would inherit something of her husband's vast fortune.

Especially as it was now revealed, she was expecting a baby.

But what happened afterwards to Madam Farmie and her baby is not really known.

Though years later, as a very rich widow, she apparently once paid checkers with Noel Coward.

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