You want it, you buy the series.
That's right.
But if you want to buy
the whole series,
they tell you:
"There's no 157, ha!"
Now, that's really...
Sir, this philatelist banter
is beyond me.
Sorry, but the clock's ticking.
Let's consider the facts.
Let the prosecution take note:
These are the facts!
I let the discussion continue
in order to be impartial.
I want the ladies and gentlemen
of the jury
to understand
the stamps' importance.
Vital importance.
I doubt the prosecution
will contredict me.
Poacher.
What exactly happened
the night of Thursday, April 3
of last year,
just before the drama?
Uh, well, I...
I went home for supper.
Lulu was at the table,
drunk as usual.
And...
So.
I went to look at my album
until she woke up.
I can't find it!
So I ask her
where she put it.
And she waved her arm.
Like that.
Why?
She was pointing to the stove.
My stamps, my album!
She burned it all!
It's true, I could've
killed her that night.
I even picked up the poker!
And then...
I couldn't do it.
Because I'm not a killer.
I'm not a killer.
I know no one cares a whit
about stamps.
Unless they're valuable.
But mine had
the value I gave them.
They, and my goats, are all I have.
That's all.
No one can understand that.
No one.
Commediante! Tragediante!
Give him a job at the theater!
Anywhere but a court of law.
Gentlemen,
please control yourselves.
I fail to see
what justice can win
from such exchanges.
It's getting late.
We've had a long day.
The meeting is adjourned,
until 10 a.m. Tomorrow.
- Mrs. Grudilleux, is that right?
- No.
Goudilleux, Miss Goudilleux.
- Not Mrs.
- Excuse me.
It seems it was you
who sold the mole-killer.
It doesn't seem.
I sold it to her.
Was the client someone you'd met?
Never.
Maybe you did.
That face is unforgettable.
You only saw her once?
That's what I just said.
So... what brand
of mole-killer was it?
Tutop 10.
"Tutop won't stop 'till moles drop."
- That's the commercial.
- Does it work?
Of course, it's strychnine.
Very effective against moles.
And humans too?
Ditto.
If the deputy hadn't been
treated by an expert,
the poor man wouldn't have
pulled through.
- Miss Gaudilleux...
- Goudilleux!
I'm sorry, Goudilleux.
What impression did you have
on April 4
when you sold the mole-killer
to Mrs. Poacher?
It was the first time she bought it.
I suggested she read
the instructions.
When she stated her identity
for your records,
did you believe her?
No, she was a bad liar,
I wasn't fooled.
So it was fair for you
to suppose
she was planning
something reprehensible.
Such as poisoning her husband.
Objection!
The defense
is influencing the witness!
You've done the same
throughout this trial!
The question may be asked.
Miss Gaudillaux...
Goudilleux!
I'm terribly sorry.
Uh, Miss Goudilleux,
please answer the question.
Did you imagine
she wanted to poison her husband?
I didn't imagine.
- I was sure.
- Why?
Hasn't every woman
wanted to do the same?
That's why I never married.
I'm an old m... single woman.
So, convinced
of her bad intentions,
you sold her the poison anyway?
I'm not allowed to refuse to sell
authorized products.
The jury has been informed
of Mrs. Poacher's intentions.
Without the accident,
my client wouldn't be here today.
She would be in the suspect's chair!
Accident!
Now I've heared everything!
When a woman is stabbed to death,
it's called murder.
When a madwoman
stabs herself,
it's called an accident!
Gentlemen!
Please!
Poacher.
Do you regret causing
this fatal incident?
Uh... yes.
And no.
How's that?
If she weren't dead,
I'd rather be locked up
than live with her.
But if... if you acquit me,
maybe I can live a little.
That's all.
Verdict tonight!
Get "Le Progres!"
Verdict tonight!
"Crime in Paradise!"
"Le Progres,"
get "Le Progres!"
"Crime in Paradise,"
verdict tonight!
Look at the suspect.
Look at his baby face.
But don't be fooled!
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