Jungle Woman (1944)

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Dr. Fletcher.

As long as you have elected

to take the stand at this inquest,

I again urge you to
give us more information

regarding the circumstances
surrounding the death

of the deceased.

You are being of no help to
us by your continued silence.

It's very obvious, Mr. coroner,

that Dr. Fletcher has no
intention of cooperating.

The fact remains.

The young woman was found m*rder*d

in the grounds of his sanitarium.

Evidence plainly indicates
that he k*lled her.

Doctor, surely you must realize

that this persistent refusal
to speak will only condemn you.

I told you, I k*lled her.

Well, even though you admit your guilt,

there may be extenuating circumstances.

If there are, we'd like to hear them.

I hesitate to speak

because to you, Mr. district attorney,

my story would border

on what I am sure you
will think fantastic.

Why so?

Not being a scientist,
you wouldn't understand.

As a member of the profession,

in fact as a colleague you
might say, I might understand.

Well, evidently there's
nothing more we can do.

Why waste time, Mr. coroner?

Please, father, you must.

Very well.

If you will bear with me, I shall try.

In order to do that, I must
take you back some time.

Ladies and gentlemen!

You are now about to witness one

of the most spectacular acts
ever performed in any circus.

The most deadly enemies of
the jungle, lions and tigers,

mixed together in the same arena.

These ferocious beasts,
which until a few months ago

were roaming through the jungles,

are now brought together
for the first time

by a man who will make
them do his every bidding.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, Fred Mason!

The human attributes of
that animal so impressed me

that I persuaded the owner of the circus

to turn the body over to me for research.

Although the ape was pronounced dead,

I detected a faint respiration

and rushed the body to my laboratory.

How did you sustain life
in the animal, doctor?

I injected adrenaline,
probed for the b*llet.

After a few hours, the
ape showed improvement

but no animation.

Having restored life, I
continued further experiments.

Until one day, Fred Mason came to see me.

Which of you is Fred Mason?

Here, sir.

Just as Dr. Fletcher
says, I did call on him.

Just a moment, Mr. Mason.

If you have anything to
say, please take the stand.

Please raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth

in the matter now before
this coroner's court?

=t do.

Tell us your story.

I happened to be in the vicinity

of Dr. Fletcher's office one day.

Dr. Fletcher, I'm happy to meet you.

I heard that Sheila the
ape was still alive.

I was in the vicinity

and I took the opportunity
to call, perhaps see her.

Well, I'm happy to have you.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Thank you.

So you were Sheila's trainer, eh?

I'd like to hear more about her.

Well, I found her on
one of my expeditions

into the Belgian Congo.

You know, the natives told me a story

of a doctor further back in the interior

who'd been experimenting

with turning human beings into animals.

I was never able to trace the story down

but the natives insisted it was true

and that Sheila was the result
of one of those experiments.

There have been many efforts
made in that direction,

as well as giving animals human qualities

by means of various serums.

Well, in any event,
Sheila was the smartest

and certainly the most
affectionate creature

I ever took out of the jungle.

Her fondness
for you was quite evident

the night she saved your life.

Oh, did you catch the
performance that night, doctor?

Yes, I did.

You know, it's a funny
thing about Sheila.

You're the second doctor
that's been interested in her.

Really?

Who was the other?

Dr. Walters, who offered to
buy her for his research work.

It was about that time she disappeared.

What happened to her?

T don't know.

A short time later, the
same Dr. Walter showed up

at our winter animal training
quarters with a young lady.

He introduced the young
lady as a patient of his.

I recall I didn't pay very
much attention to her.

I went back into the cage
to work with the cats.

Okay, bill, let in the tiger.

What are you gonna do?

Her influence over
animals was phenomenal.

I pleaded with her to join
the act as my assistant.

I knew we could make circus history.

She consented.

Then one day while we were rehearsing.

The dress rehearsal came off beautifully,

everybody was excited about it.

Beth, my wife, she was my fiancee then,

came to congratulate me.

T never realized at the time

that the girl was insanely jealous.

All this affected my wife
much more than it did me.

Mrs. Mason, would you
care to take the stand?

Raise your right hand, please.

Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth

in the matter now before
this coroner's court?

=t do.

Tell us what you know
about the deceased.

The girl frightened me.

There was a peculiar something

about her I couldn't understand.

Something that made me
feel all tied up inside.

Then strange things began to happen.

Just like the time when
I was asleep one night

and a peculiar, weird looking
figure came into the room.

The next day, while discussing
it at the office with Fred.

Fred?

You know, there was something familiar

about the face of that woman

or whatever it was I saw
in my room that night.

Who do you think it was?

This may sound fantastic
but I think it was Paula.

Paula?

Why, that's ridiculous.

I'm not so sure.

It all seems to tie in.

They said that woman was
k*lled by a claw like grip.

Gruen was k*lled the same way.

It all points to cheela

and yet I'm certain I saw
Paula's face that night.

Yet it was the face of a...

now wait a minute.

You're not trying to connect
cheela and Paula, are you?

You said time and again
Paula had a way with animals

that was unnatural.

Oh, well, look, honey,

you're letting your
imagination run away with you.

Take it easy.

Fred and I never
spoke about it any more.

Even though he dismissed
the whole thing lightly,

still it stuck in my mind.

Did you ever discuss
this with anybody else?

Yes, my husband asked me to come over

and talk to Dr. Fletcher.

And you told this whole
story to Dr. Fletcher?

Yes,

it's odd.

His friends are not scientists

vet they all seem to agree with him.

Every thought seems to imply

that the girl and the ape were one.

Mr. coroner, I'm an average man
I

and as such I can accept a
certain amount of fantasy but...

I didn't expect you to understand.

If you remember, I said as much.

Yes,

yes, you promised it would be fantastic.

Dr. Fletcher, will you
take the stand again?

Dr. Fletcher, you told us a while back

that you wanted the ape for experiment.

What did you hope to gain
by such an experiment?

Much useful knowledge
in the study of glands

and their effect upon the human body.

Well, then why if you were
so tremendously interested

in your research did you
interrupt your experiments

to change your quarters to
the crestview sanitarium?

That was hardly an interruption.

We scientists sometimes play hunches too.

Shortly after my talk with Fred Mason

about Dr. Walters and cheela,

I began to wonder,

how far had Dr. Walters
gone with his experiments?

What was he after?

What did he attain?

I found this challenging.

So when I learned that the estate

of the late Dr. Walters was being sold,

I purchased his splendidly
equipped sanitarium

devoted to glandular disturbances.

After nights of incessant laboratory work

and days of poring over
reference notes and index files,

slowly I realized I had allowed myself

to stray into another man's province.

And I decided that I could accomplish more

by devoting myself to my
own practice and research

when suddenly.

Dr. Fletcher, Dr. Fletcher.

It's gone, the ape's gone.

What are you saying, Willie?

You oughta see the laboratory.

The operating table's turned
over, bottles smashed,

and everything thrown 'round the place.

Willie, I warned you several times

to stay away from that animal.

Now look what you've done.

I didn't do nothing, Dr. Fletcher.

I only went in to see how she was feeling

and when I got there,
the back door was open

and the ape was gone.

Well, she must be
somewhere on the grounds.

Come on, Willie, we'll
go and look for her.

We searched every building
and every inch of the grounds,

to no avail.

There was no sign of the ape.

I was both startled and surprised

to see Willie approaching
with a young lady.

Hey, dr Fletcher, look.

Look what I found.

Ain't she beautiful?

Well, well, yes, but what
is the meaning of this?

Who are you?

What is your name?

She won't talk, doctor.

She won't say nothing.

Maybe she's one of the new patients, huh?

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy,

this place is getting better all the time.

Now that'll do, Willie.

You go to your room.

T seen her first.

That's true, Willie, but it's late

and you should be back in your room.

Oh, it's a gyp.

You better come inside with me.

We went to my office.

I wanted to help the girl.

I tried to find out who she
was, where she came from,

but I was unable to obtain
any information from her.

I thought her peculiar behavior
was probably due to shock.

Still, her eyes were alert.

Her wrist felt cold, clammy,
and yet her pulse was normal.

There was no way of knowing
then if her silence was forced

or whether she was a victim of
toxic or mental disturbance.

Usually the eyes will
respond to a question.

Still, the girl would
not reply in any way.

Perhaps I'd better call miss
gray, the admission nurse.

Because if you're not a patient here,

I must notify the authorities.

This is inconceivable.

Yes?

Excuse me, Dr. Fletcher.

I told them you were busy.

Oh, Joan.

Hello, Bob. - Hello, sir.

It's my fault.

I can never refuse joanie anything.

Used to do a lot better
for me in the old days

before father got hold of this place.

Why, the idea of letting him
forget an appointment with me.

I'm sorry, Joan dear,
but I've been very busy.

It's bad enough you're
missing the varsity show

but not a single letter in weeks.

Yes, yes, I know,

but I got myself involved
in some research.

Well, that's a good excuse.

Isn't it, Bob?

Father deserts only daughter.

You know, I have a very good case here.

I could have your parentage annulled.

Oh.

If I wanted to.

I hope you'll forgive
my barging in like this

but Joan invited me.

Oh, glad to have
you, my boy, anytime.

Thank you.

And can we have cottages one and two?

That I suggest you
take up with miss gray.

Hello, my name is Paula.

Hello, Paula.

That's odd.

That's the first time she's
shown interest in anything

or even spoken a word.

Hey, what goes on here?

Well, she's a patient of mine, Joan.

Suffering from amnesia.

Maybe Bob could help restore her memory.

Yes, yes, but now miss gray will see

that you're both comfortably settled

and I'll look in on you later.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Coming, Bob?

Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

I'll see you later, son.

- Yes sir, good night.
- Good night.

Hello.

I brought you something nice to eat.

Go away.

Oh gee, I only...

Go away!

Look and see.

It's awful good.

Now you know, Willie,

Dr. Fletcher warned you
not to go near Paula

or to annoy her in any way.

I don't annoy her.

I was just bringing her lunch.

It's the third time you've
stolen a tray from the kitchen.

I was just trying to be nice to her.

Oh, never mind, Willie.

I'll take the tray, go
back to your own room.

Oh, it's a gyp.

Come, Paula.

Don't let your lunch get cold.

You didn't touch a thing for lunch, Paula.

Not even a bit of your dinner.

Good evening, Dr. Fletcher.
Good evening, miss gray.

She's a bad girl, doctor, she won't eat.

Well, this won't do at all, young lady.

But we'll talk about that later.

Sit down, Paula.

I'd like to try another
little test with you, Paula.

Somewhat different than
the one we did yesterday.

This may be more difficult

but we'll see how it works, shall we?

Now here's how it goes.

I say something to you,
leaving out a certain word,

and you are to tell me what that word is.

Do you understand?

Yes, Dr. Fletcher.

All right, now this
is just for practice.

I say if a child loses
his balance, he will what?

He will fall.

Good.

Now you have the idea.

We must do this within
a certain time limit.

So are you ready?

The sky is what on bright
days and what before a storm?

The sky is blue on bright
days and dark before a storm.

Good, very good, my child.

Now strange noises make a dog what?

A happy cat will what?

Strange noises make a dog bark.

A happy cat will purr.

Oh, making excellent progress, Paula.

Now we go to one more difficulty.

Well, here goes.

Hey, aren't you coming with me?

Well, darling, I was just thinking,

maybe it would be better for
you to talk to father alone,

sort of man-to-man.

Nothing doing.

When I break the news to him,

you're gonna be right beside me.

Scaredy-cat.

Take that back.

Bob, I've been waiting for you.

Have you?

I've been sort of busy.

But you're looking very well
tonight and very pretty too.

Don't overdo it, darling.

Bob, may I speak to you a moment?

Certainly, sir.

Here's your chance, Romeo.

Make the most of it.

Excuse me, Paula.

Now son, I don't want
you to misunderstand

but if you remember when
you first met Paula,

I told you she was a patient here?

Yes, I understand.

But do you?

What are you trying to
tell me, Dr. Fletcher?

I feel it necessary
to emphasize the fact

that you must avoid Paula.

I don't get it.

All I did was to be
polite and humor a little.

Yes, yes, I understand,

but to one as emotionally
unstable as Paula,

any such kindness or
attention might invite danger.

Are you serious?

I'm so serious that I've
come to the conclusion

that she must be isolated completely.

T never dreamt.

As a matter of fact...

Lovely summer night, isn't it?

Did you ever notice when
you look up at the sky

and keep watching it long enough,

its color seems to change from
a black to a brilliant blue?

What is it?

What happened, Joan?

I don't know, it looked
like a hideous shadow.

I'm surprised that
you're afraid of shadows.

Where's Paula?

I don't know, I was just talking to her

and she suddenly disappeared.

Yeah, well, she
probably went to her room.

I'll go and see.

Look after joanie, Bob.

You bet I will.

Let's get away from here.

How about the lake?

I saw you, Paula.

Don't try to hide from me.

Oh, come on out.

Willie won't do nothin' to you.

Hey, Paula, I know where
there's a boat down by the lake.

You and me can go rowing.

Huh?

The moon is shining so nice.

Oh, come on.

Gee, Paula, I don't khow why
you want to run away from me.

Oh, don't be mad like that.

Go away.

Oh, Paula.

Don't follow me!

I'm lonesome.

I just want to be near
you so I can talk to you.

Look, I want to tell you.

What's that, I wonder?

Listen.

It's in the woods.

Some animal must have disturbed
the birds or something.

You know what, Joan?

What?

If I were god, I'd give
every Joe like me a canoe,

a lake like this, someone like you.

If I were god, you know what I'd do?

What would you do?

I'd give every girl
like me a magic power

to take each wonderful moment like this

and dust it with everlasting life.

You forgot something there.

How clear and bright the stars are.

Do you believe they shape our destiny?

Well, having flunked a course

in astronomical
trigonometry, all I know is

they're up there just to shine down on us,

whisper as they wink to me.

Tell her you love her, you goon.

That's just what I mean.

Bob, Bob!

Swim to the boat, Joan,
swim to the side of the boat.

I can't, something's pulling me under!

Hold on to me, Joan.

Everything's all right.

Grab hold of the boat.

What on earth happened?

It's just an accident.

Something was trying to pull me under.

You must have gotten tangled
up in some of the reeds.

No, Bob, I know I felt
someone pulling at me.

Joan and I talked it over

and we decided the best
thing to do was to come

and tell you about it.

Tell me about what, son?

Well, that spill we took
in the lake last night

was h* accident.

Really?

What makes you think that
it wasn't an accident?

Well, I didn't want
to worry Joan about it

so I made believe it was.

But I've handled canoes since I was a kid.

This may sound kind of silly, sir,

but I'm positive that
while we were drifting,

something or someone grabbed the canoe

and deliberately tipped us.

That does seem strange.

But we didn't tip from the side,

the way a canoe usually does.

That's right, dad.

We were on even keel when we
were dragged straight under,

dragged straight under.

To do that takes someone
with terrific strength.

Dr. Fletcher, may I
speak to you for a moment?

What is it, miss gray?

Have you seen Willie?

No, I haven't, but why should...

He's missing.

Willie, missing?

He's been gone all night.

You say that you were dragged under

by someone with great strength?

Yes, sir, it would have to be.

Why, I can hardly believe it.

He's such a good-natured lad.

Do you think that Willie did it?

T wonder.

That you, Bob?

Yes, sir.

I've searched everywhere,
sir. But not a sign of Willie.

Well, I can't understand it.

Joan!

Joan.

What is it, dear, what's wrong?

Someone or something was
peering through my window.

Oh, you're perfectly safe here, child.

Now tell us, what was it
you saw at your window?

I don't know exactly.

Could it have been Willie?

Oh no, no, I don't think so.

It looked more like a, like a animal.

I was so frightened, it
broke me out of a deep sleep.

It's all over now, dear,
it was just a bad dream.

Oh, but it wasn't a dream, I tell you.

Don't you understand?

Bob, stay here with
Joan, I'll be back soon.

Paula, Paula?

Js a riding we will go,
a riding we will go j

j high-h* the merry-o,
a riding we will go j

js a riding we will go,
a riding we will go j

j high-h* 7

what in the world?

Take me away from here.

Take you away?

T don't understand.

I'm afraid.

Afraid of what?

Of Dr. Fletcher.

Well, that's incredible.

Why should you be afraid of him?

Look.

Are you trying to tell me he did that?

Yes,

but why?

I don't know, but please take me away.

I can't very well do that

but I can have a talk with Dr. Fletcher.

I wondered what had happened to you.

We were to go riding at 10, remember?

Yes, I'm sorry, Joan.

Oh, come in.

Paula wants me to speak to
your dad about something.

Why not?

What's a few secrets among acquaintances?

But tell me, is this the latest
in closed-door diplomacy?

Candidly, it is a private matter.

I'll see what I can do, Paula.

Thank you.

Oh, you've let me down, Bob.

Joan, I...

That explanation of yours
isn't just lame, it's hobbled.

Stop acting like a little fool, Joan.

I'm sorry I'm not more amusing.

If what Paula says is
true, it's not amusing.

It's serious and embarrassing.

I'll say it's embarrassing.

For me too.

Joan, wait.

I can't figure it out how
anybody could be strong enough

to pull lock hinges and
all right from the door

of that chicken house.

I never heard anything like it,

not since the destruction of gehenna.

Dead fowl all around the place.

You mean to say they all were k*lled?

What wasn't dead was gone.

The sight I've seen, doctor,
I wouldn't believe it

if I wouldn't have seen
it with my own eyes.

It must have been a terrific struggle.

All those animals and all
crushed pretty near the same way.

Worst of all, Daisy, my Shepherd watchdog.

Oh, that's too bad, George.

But tell me,

do you think Willie could
have done all of these things?

I don't know, doctor.

Must have taken a pair
of pretty strong hands

to rip this thing out of its place.

I don't know, I can't say.

Paula.

What are you doing?

I am going away.

Ridiculous,
you're not going anywhere.

I am leaving.

But before I go, I'll...

Dr. Fletcher.

Don't misunderstand, son.

T think I understand.

I'm sorry you had to see this, Bob.

I'm sorry too, sir.

Go to your room, Paula.

Bob, I want to speak to you.

That will have to wait, Dr. Fletcher.

Are the prints blurred?

No, they're clear enough.

But the whole thing gets me.

There's no classification for them.

In what way do you mean?

I'll flash them on for you.

This one, doctor, is the
normal size enlarged.

And this one was taken from
the lock and the metal has.

Here's the thing that gets me though.

Take another look at them.

What do you make of it?

There's something
unholy about those prints.

They're not like anything on record.

You know very well there
are no two fingerprints

in the world that match but those do.

Except in size, they're
identical in every particular.

How would you designate them then?

Well, if you ask me, they
seem to be a combination

of the human and anthropoid.

Yes,

yes, I see.

But I'd like to know
more about it, doctor.

It's got me intrigued.

How'd you get them and what are you after?

Well, I'm not prepared to say just yet.

You seg, it's all part of an experiment.

But thank you ever so much.

Not at all, and come in again.

Like I said, I'm mighty interested.

Thank you.

Sit down, Mr. Whitney.

How long have you known this young lady?

Not very long, why?

The bruises on her shoulder and arms,

how did she get them?

I don't know exactly.

I wanted to talk to you about that.

When I questioned her about them,

she seemed to be incoherent.

What do you think's
wrong with her, doctor?

Generally she seems to be all right.

There's certain attributes
which puzzle me greatly.

For normal girl, she has unusual strength.

There are peculiar characteristics

about her heart and respiration.

But it's her mental makeup,

it seems to be harder to define

than anything I've ever experienced.

What way do you mean?

Well, for one thing,

there is undoubtedly a peculiar
emotional instability there.

It might be a fear complex.

She seemed very much afraid of me,

mumbled something about
being afraid of all doctors.

You are convinced she should
be under a doctor's care?

Well, we've had very
little case history to go on.

Nevertheless, I'd say there
is a need, a definite need.

Yes, that's why I brought her to you.

You see, she was being
treated by a doctor.

Yes?

Well, why didn't you tell me this before?

Well, I wasn't quite sure
he was on the right track.

I thought I'd sort of check.

The doctor treating
her would obviously know

a great deal more about the case than I.

If he's handling it, he'd
know what is best for her

and you should have confidence in him.

I think the wisest thing for you to do is

to get her back to him as soon as you can.

Oh, here's the young lady now.

We're going, Paula.

The young man and I have talked it over

and he'll see that you
get proper care, I'm sure.

So don't worry and goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. whitley.

Thank you, doctor.

Come, Paula.

It gets me, all these
goings on around here.

I don't know what's come over this place.

I don't know whether to
call the police or what to do.

I'm all for waiting for.

Oh, Dr. Fletcher, I'm
so glad you're back.

Why?

What's happened now?

I guess George can
explain better than I.

Well, sir, it ain't pleasant news.

Ti don't know how to start.

Oh, come, come now,
George, get to the point.

What is it?

It's about Willie.

Oh.

You found him? 2?

Yeah, in the wooded section,

right down near the lake, you know.

Well, sir, there he was.

Dead?

His eyes open but just
like them birds and animals,

his chest and body all crushed in.

This is horrible, miss gray.

He was such a well-meaning lad.

You didn't move the body?

Oh, no, no, no, sir.

I don't want to break but I'm
not afraid of anything alive

but when it comes to dead things,

I don't like to touch them,

not even a dead fish, you might say.

Miss gray, have you seen Paula?

Paula?

I thought she was with you.

With me?

Yes, she's been gone all day.

See that nobody goes
near that wooded section

until we get the police.

I'll be back soon.

I don't know, daddy.

I told you I don't know.

I called him as I passed by
but he's not in his cottage.

Bob's old enough to
take care of himself,

I'm not his keeper.

Now listen to me, Joan,
it's important that I know.

Where is he?

We had a quarrel, he went off somewhere.

But where did he go?

Why don't you ask Paula?

Paula?

Yes, I saw them drive away in his car.

You saw...

Daddy, what's the matter?

Joan, Bob needs our help at once.

What are you trying to tell me?

His life is in danger.

You mean because of Paula?

Yes, it's,

well, it's rather difficult to explain

but it's important now that you know.

Remember the face you
saw in your window here?

You mean that...

Yes, yes.

Joan, I'm responsible
for the fiendish murders

of an inhuman monstrous creature.

Or creatures.

Paula.

Paula.

Although we've been through all this,

I told you I'm gonna take you back.

No, I'm afraid.

But you heard what Dr. Meredith said,

it's the only thing to do.

T don't care.

But it's best for you, believe me.

Dr. Fletcher knows just what to do.

T hate Dr. Fletcher.

Paula, you're going back.

I'm doing what I think is best.

No.

Well, here we are.

I won't go in.

Don't be impossible, Paula.

I told you I'd do
anything I can to help you

if you'll only let me.

But you brought me back here.

Don't you understand?

T had to.

Why?

Well, I shouldn't have taken
you away in the first place.

But I'll have a talk
with Dr. Fletcher and...

no.

Then tell me, what do you want me to do?

Take me away from here.

I'm afraid of Dr. Fletcher.

You shouldn't be, Paula.

Dr. Fletcher's a very fine physician.

Look, let's get this straight.

I'm in love with Joan Fletcher
and I'm going to marry her.

Bob?

Bob?

Bob, you're back.

Oh, thank heavens you're safe.

Safe?

You don't know what danger you were in.

Danger, what danger?

You were with Paula, weren't you?

Yes,

Bob, she isn't just an ordinary girl.

She's a horrible creature.

Oh, now look, dear, she's not that bad.

Maybe a little mentally unbalanced but...

Oh, it isn't that.

I don't know how to explain
it to you but, well, she's...

Joan, Paula's in there with your father.

No, wait a minute.

I think it'd be safer if you
went back to your cottage.

We'll handle this alone.

Oh, but Bob, I...

Please, dear, do what I tell you.

Oh, all right.

Dr. Fletcher, Joan
just told me about Paula.

I made a terrible mistake
and I want to apologize.

There's no time for apologies.

Where is Paula?

Well, she came into the sanitarium.

Come with me.

But she isn't here.

Where's Joan?

I sent her down to her cottage,

I thought she'd be safer there.

You search the building.

My intention was only
to render Paula harmless

until the authorities arrived.

But in the struggle, I gave her
an overdose of the sedative.

The rest you know.

Mr. coroner, not being a scientist,

I'm in no position to
judge the probability

of Dr. Fletcher's story.

But one thing is certain,
a woman was k*lled

and Dr. Fletcher admits
having committed the crime.

Need we go any further?

Mr. district attorney,

it is your opinion that Dr.
Fletcher k*lled a woman.

However, it's my duty
to point out to the jury

before they bring in a verdict

that if what we have heard is true,

it was not a woman that was k*lled.

And if that is so,

this office has no
jurisdiction over the case.

Well, even though I
consider it a waste of time,

I think I can solve your problem.

I suggest we re-examine the body.

Well, I should like very much to do so.

Under this in view,

I'll adjourn the inquest for this purpose.

Wanna see her?

Holy!

My apologies, Dr. Fletcher.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.