This is the 22nd Precinct. Some people call it the Jungle Patrol. In this place where
rowboat rides lead to safe harbors, the only crime committed should be a stolen kiss.
There were no kisses in the park that night unless you want to count the kiss of death.
Six bullets. There were six 22 slugs in it. A cop can make a mistake, but nobody's going
to pin a medal on him when it happens. In the palm of your hand, you had her in the palm
of your hand. Wasn't there something? Some little something you remember about it that
we could follow up on? A dog. A doxon. But we don't have the dog. We know he's somewhere
loose in Central Park, but we don't have him. Oh, what's this? Wait outside, will you?
She must have really hated him. She emptied a gun into him. What do you got in your mind?
Well, it always sets me wondering when a woman kills a man. It's so different from a man
killing a woman? Yeah, I think it is. You better go on over to the victim's mother. Give
her these personal belongings. We have no use for them. I wonder what use his mother
will have for them. Can Morgan address the morgue? Lieutenant Doyle, well, keep looking.
How should I know? Try whistling. Why don't you see the dog went home to the man's house?
I have a hunch the dog belongs to the woman in the park. Let's hope so. There'll be a
license on the collar and then we'll have her. Unless she finds the dog first.
Miss Jones, I'll say what I have to say again in the hope that I can make it clear to you
once and for all. There was no woman, no woman I tell you in my son's life. Mrs. Morgan,
somewhere in this city there's a woman who had a reason, or thought she had a reason
to kill your son. For twenty years I've been both mother and father to him. I knew with
every thought and action. My son was a handsome, wealthy young man. There must have been many
women who wanted him and perhaps one of them killed him. But no woman meant anything to
him. No woman. I'm very tired. I must get some rest now. You'll have to excuse me.
You'll have to excuse her. She'd help you if she could. I think she could. If she wanted
to. No, that isn't true. Ken was her whole life, but I really believe she'd rather see
him dead than lose him to another woman. Then there wasn't another woman. Look, Miss Conner,
it's natural to feel a certain reluctance answering questions under these circumstances,
but it's essential and it may be extremely important. All I know is that he was engaged
to someone, but Mrs. Morgan objected and Ken broke it off. Do you know the girl's name?
Wendy Jenkins. But listen, once Mrs. Morgan got Ken to break the engagement, she just
forgot that Wendy ever existed. Well, sometimes mothers are like that. Don't misunderstand.
Mrs. Morgan is my mother. And when my parents died, she brought me to New York and she got
me a job in Ken's office. I'm practically a part of the family. I know why I'm chattering
on like this. I guess if I didn't talk, I'd cry. I don't want to cry. I don't believe
tears are a measure of grief. Well, sometimes tears make grief easier to bear. Have you
ever cried, Miss Jones? Yes. Yes, I've cried. Someone you loved? Someone I loved. Good
night, Miss Conner. The telephone directory listed only one Wendy Jenkins. Just a few short
blocks from the spot where Ken Morgan met death. Lieutenant Doyle located a visit to
Wendy Jenkins. Miss Jenkins? Yes, come in. Got here so quickly. I only phoned the police
station a few minutes ago. That's a cute dog. Is that yours? Yes. Miss Jenkins. Why did
you call the police? I was worried about a friend of mine. Ma'am? Yes. Ma'am? Morgan,
Ken Morgan. But it doesn't matter. I'm sorry about it, Jim. Well, you must have had some
reason to be worried about it. He took Belinda out for a walk and he hasn't come back yet.
The dog came back. Well, gone so long I went out looking for them. I found Belinda in the
park but I couldn't find Ken. That's when I called the police. Do you think something
happened to her? No. No, I don't think anything's happened to her. I think he's safe at home.
He's run away from me again. When I phoned the police, I thought something had happened
to him. I guess I just couldn't believe that he'd run off and left me again. What he has
left me, I'm sure of it. So there's no need for you to do anything about it. Did he come
here often? I haven't seen him or spoken to him for almost six months, till tonight. Well,
why did he come here tonight? To tell me that he loved me, that no one could keep us apart
and that we'd be married. You didn't come here because I called the police. Why did
you come here? Miss Jenkins, Ken Morgan is dead. He was shot in the park.
So you just look after her for me, will you? I've got to. Hey, you don't look so good
to yourself. Are they wrong? No, no, I'm all right. Just take care of her. Get her a drink
of water or something. Sure. Miss Connor, I... Oh, I hope you're not going to have to disturb
Mrs. Morgan. She's just gotten to sleep. The doctor gave her a sedative. Oh, well, I wanted
to ask her some questions about Wendy Jenkins, but I... I guess it can wait till tomorrow.
Are you feeling all right? Yeah. I guess I'm just tired. You look awful. Clonin. Why don't
you sit down for a few minutes? I'll get you a cup of coffee. I've got a pot right on
the stove. I put a little brandy in yours. Thanks. Are you spending the night with
Mrs. Morgan? That's good. She'll need somebody when she wakes up. That's a terrible moment,
that first waking moment. You realize it. The one person you live for is gone. I said
the same thing tonight to Wendy Jenkins that was once said to me. Police woman once told
me that the man I loved was dead. Was he murdered? He... He was a detective. He was shot and
killed by the man he was sent to bring him. It's too painful. It's too painful. Poor Wendy.
Listen, I know how she humbled herself, calling him every day, pleading for the chance to
see him. Is that what love does to a woman? Degrader? Well, I don't think that love degrades
a woman. I think that without someone to love, you're really only half alive. How do you
know about those phone calls? She called him at the office. I operate the switchboard
so the calls came through me. When did Wendy come over here to see Mrs. Morgan? The day
before yesterday. Why? Any of this important? I don't know. It's an old police habit to
ask questions. All right. Now, the Jenkins woman said that until the night she hadn't
seen him or talked to him. Right. But the Connor woman said that she kept phoning him,
wanting to see him, even went to see his mother. That's right. How do you figure the two stories?
Oh, now, Tim, have you ever known a woman yet who'd admit that she was running after
a man? It's got to be cleared up, Casey. We've only got Jenkins' word for it that the reason
why Morgan went to see her tonight was to say he wanted to marry. That's right. Now,
he might have gone over there to tell her to stop annoying him, to stay away from his
mother. And then she might have... I don't know. I don't know. Look, I'll check her out
tomorrow morning, okay? Sure. Morning soon enough. You better get some rest. We'll bring
her in tomorrow and see if Russell can identify her. Lieutenant. Yeah, what do you got, Russell?
Those are gun. The 22 pistol registered to a Wendy Jenkins. Okay.
Well, I better check her out tonight. Casey, do you want to be relieved of this assignment?
No. I've got to get control of myself, Tim. I can't let the past throw me every time I draw
a homicide case. Mr. Jenkins. What? You're on a gun and I'd like to see it.
I had no gun. Well, there is one registered in your name. That was so long ago I'd almost
forgotten. Ken said it was dangerous living alone in this neighborhood. He bought that
gun for me. May I see it, please? I don't have it. I never had it. I'm afraid of guns.
I made him take it away. That may be the gun that killed Ken Morgan. But Ken was... it
was a holdup. Why do you say it was a holdup? Well, the part. What else could it have been?
Miss Jenkins, Ken Morgan was shot by a woman. Ever since you woke up with him six months
ago, you've been hounding him, threatening him, begging him to take you back. You forced
your way into his home. You made a scene with his mother. That isn't true. Why did he come
here tonight? To make it clear to you that he didn't want to see you anymore. To tell
you that he was finished, that he didn't love you. Isn't that true? You think I killed him.
You believe I killed Ken. I wish I had made him to come back to me because he would have.
He never stopped loving me. I wish I'd had the courage to fight for him. He'd have gone
away somewhere and he'd still be alive. But you think I took a gun and I fired bullets
into him? Don't you understand that I'd rather guide myself? I loved him. I loved him.
The sound of a woman's weeping can speak louder and truer than words. A woman can lie with
words and you'll believe her. But if she weeps and you've learned to listen, you'll hear
the naked truth. But my personal feelings were of no concern to the department.
Mrs. Morgan, we'll try not to keep you very long, but I must ask you this question. Did
you see a gun among your son's possessions? What is that to do with it? Then he had a
gun. Well, did he? Please, Mrs. Morgan, it's very important. I happened to find a gun in
his bureau. I insisted that he get rid of it and he did. All this was six months ago.
I failed to see how it can have any bearing to describe the gun. It was small, very small.
Very harmless looking, in fact. I really don't know anything about guns. I can only tell
you that it was in a beautifully tooled leather case. That's all I know. I'm sorry to revive
unpleasant memories, Mrs. Morgan, but I assure you it's important the solution of your son's
death. Mrs. Jones, I didn't want to say this in front of Mrs. Morgan, but that tooled leather
case I saw that. Where? The office. Ken brought it in one day and asked me to mail it to Wendy
Jenkins. I thought it was a jewelry case. Did you mail it? Was that the gun that killed
him? Well, that gun, I wouldn't like it. And I sent it back to her. You can't blame yourself
for that. I do. We don't know that that is the gun that killed Ken Morgan. You mean there's
still some doubt? Well, of course. If we could find her gun and if the bullets that killed
Ken Morgan came from that gun, that would be proof. Do you think she really did it? Well,
it doesn't matter what I think. Casey, Jenkins' woman is all set up. We'll be ready to go
in about 15 minutes. Okay, thanks. What are you going to do with her now? Well, we're going
to put her in a lineup. Perhaps the patrolman who discovered the crime might be able to
identify her. I certainly would like to see that. What, the lineup? Well, there's no reason
why you can't. It really must be exciting being a police woman. Now, don't tell me that
it's just another job, because seeing all this has made me realize how unimportant my
own work and ambitions are. What are your ambitions, Susan? My ambitions are very world-linked,
but I'd like to sit in a very large office and give orders to hundreds of people. Oh,
now, it isn't as frivolous as it sounds, because I really do want to be a successful business
woman. I'd hope to accomplish that through Ken, but now I guess I'll just have to do
it on my own.
Well, sorry, Lieutenant. Well, that's it. Yep, sure is. Take a look at that girl back
there. Do you know her? Should I? No, I guess not. Okay, Russell. Hi, ladies. Thank you.
Where are they taking her? She's going to be released. Released? You can't release her.
Well, we can't hold her, Miss Conner. Not on the evidence. Like I told you, Susan, unless
we can make an identification, I'll find the gun. Aren't there ways to find these? Well,
we're looking for it. Where? Well, around the boat house. We haven't dragged the lake
yet. We're going to do that tonight. That gun must be found. It must. She has to be punished.
Find that gun. I know it's the one. Don't you understand? I want to see her die. I hate
her. I hate her for what she did again to me. I love Ken Morgan. Loved him with all my heart.
Once again, the sound of a woman crying for the man she loved and lost. I'm sorry. I
don't usually lose control of myself. I guess I'll run along. I'm sorry. There's so much
trouble to you both. What was that about the lake not being dragged? You know, we scraped
that mud down the rock this morning. Just a hunch. I'd like to check her out, Tim. I
think you'd better.
Ah!
Ah!
Oh, my God.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
You can hit him more and for him.
You don't believe I loved him?
In your way, you did.
But so did Wendy.
I have fought for him.
Susan, he didn't want you.
He did!
Why do you lie?
I have to make a world that's fit to live in.
I have to protect myself.
Defend myself.
I depend on no one.
It's not possible to depend on anyone.
Have you ever tried it?
I take care of myself.
I wouldn't be wise, Susan, to die, Susan.
Ken Morgan didn't want to die.
Why did he want her?
Why?
Don't look at me like that.
Women like you, you're...
You're like Wendy.
Three, four, five, six.
You've already emptied this gun, Susan.
Into Ken Morgan.
You can leave now, Wendy.
Yes, they told me.
She loved him too, you know.
I suppose she must have.
It was all in her mind, he didn't give her any reason.
I know that.
But how do you learn to live without him?
You learn.
Slowly.
Slowly you learn.
Slowly you learn.
Slowly you learn.
