The Witness Page #6

And she got caught

in the middle.

People were giving

her bets and they said

"You're booking the horses."

That's, that's what happened.

She got locked up or something

for that one time. Yeah.

I didn't know my sister

was such a racketeer.

Apparently,

Kitty's arrest is the source

of the most famous

picture of her.

For years,

I wondered where did this image come from?

It wasn't until I looked

closely that I noticed

a piece of string

hanging around her neck.

A piece of string

that would have held up

her arrest identification.

So this was her mug shot.

It's hard for me

to picture that Kitty

when I think about the one

we saw when she come to visit.

She seemed right at home

in that role.

But she also seems to have

thrived in New York City.

Zipping around

in her little red Fiat.

Coming home alone

late at night.

There's one more person

who can tell me more about

Kitty's life in the city,

her lover Mary Ann.

She used to come to New Canaan

with Kitty on weekends.

I assumed

they were just roommates.

After Kitty died, we never

spoke to her again.

She declined to be

interviewed on camera.

But she did agree to let me

record our conversation.

Mary Ann, I...

I was always curious

how did you and Kitty meet?

It was either

the Duchess or the Sea Colony

I don't remember the name.

I was sitting at the bar

having a beer

and this woman comes up

to me and said

"Don't I know you

from somewhere? "

I said, "Well, no."

So then I said, "Well, I live

at 74th and Broadway."

I had a room and there's

a payphone across the street.

And so somehow she found it.

So I had a note on the door

when I came back home.

"I'm gonna call you at 7:00

on this payphone."

So she called me.

I fell very much

in love with her. Mmm.

Do you think Kitty

was in love with you as much?

I'm not sure.

I think she had conflicts

about being gay.

Because we would have,

we would have arguments around this.

I think in time,

she would have worked it out.

But she didn't have

the chance.

On the 13th, did you hear

anything that night?

This is hard because

I blocked a lot of this out.

The police woke me up.

They knocked on the door.

Hmm.

We went down to the morgue,

4 o'clock in the morning.

That's when I identified her.

I remember sitting

outside on the bench

and they said,

"We're gonna take you home."

I said, "No, I'm gonna

wait for her."

What about Karl Ross,

do you remember him?

- She cried out to him, right?

- Yeah.

He had the pet shop,

that's how we met him.

- Oh!

- He got the poodle for me.

We had an argument

and she bought it for me.

His name was Andrew.

Somewhere around the funeral,

your father, he came down there

and he said, "I want the dog

because it's Kitty's."

I said, "No, it's mine."

Thanksgiving afternoon

I woke up, the dog

was just gone.

Just gone.

I never saw him again.

I remembered,

after Kitty passed

Andrew appears at our house.

And I thought it was my dad's

way of cheering my mother up.

And it did just the opposite.

- Hmm.

I remember her saying,

"The dog needs to go back."

Then he disappeared.

I can't, I mean,

that's terrible.

I apologize

for my family for that.

That's... that's awful.

A trauma can be so bad

that it tears you up,

but somehow you have to heal

but right now,

I haven't healed.

You know, you feel you could

have saved somebody

if you only knew?

That's what I feel.

I totally understand that.

I slept with her shirt

for a long time.

What do you think needs

to happen for you to heal?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

Have you ever gone

to his parole hearings?

No.

Maybe facing him

and seeing this

reprehensible human,

not even human being

would make me say,

"That's it."

You say that you remember

almost nothing of the murder?

The details of it, no.

Uh, it... it sort of

it... the length of time

when it was reconstructed

was approximately 32 minutes.

Is a total blank?

I remember the street.

I remember the act itself..

...but the details, no.

- You remember the act itself?

- Yes.

And what was it?

The act was the...

the swinging of a knife.

And that, uh,

really doesn't take a lot

to kill a person, I guess.

Could anything be gained

from sitting down

with Winston Moseley?

In his 49 years in prison,

I never seriously considered it.

In his 49 years in prison,

I never seriously considered it.

After all, Moseley not only

killed my sister

he destroyed my family.

My parents

never really recovered.

My mother had a stroke

the year after Kitty's murder.

My father died of a stroke,

when he was only 59.

My mother's faith got her

through those years

and she said she forgave

Moseley in her heart.

Before I try to meet him

face to face

I need to know more about him.

Winston Moseley was arrested 5

days after my sister's murder

while stealing a television

from a house in Queens.

This time, a neighbor

was good enough to intervene.

- How are you, sir?

- I'm good.

So, he saw Winston

going into the house?

Well my father was sitting

on a porch like he usually did.

He saw this gentleman

went into Banister's home

and my father says,

"What are you doing here? "

And he made a break

down the hill

and my father catches him

fell on top of him

and he couldn't move.

So he just called

the police department.

They came right away.

They put him in a patrol car

and took him away.

His demeanor was what?

He was just

as calm as can be.

Really?

Just as calm as can be.

And nobody came to my father's

to the house when we lived here

to sit down and say thank you.

You're the only one.

Somebody brought

in this small

meek-looking black guy.

And they brought the prisoner

up to the detective office.

One of the detectives

got an idea.

He said,

"Hey, you know that guy

"he looks like

he could be... match

the description of the...

the person who killed Kitty Genovese."

the description of the...

the person who killed Kitty Genovese."

And we started

to question him.

By the time we got done

talking to him

we knew we had one of the, uh,

most bloodthirsty killers

that I had ever met.

Okay.

I was sitting

pretty much where you are.

And Winston Moseley sat in that

table right over there.

The best word to describe

Winston Mosley, is ice.

Nothing fazed him at all.

Nothing fazed him.

My dad was assigned

to represent

uh, Winston Moseley.

I was like a junior partner

in the office at the time

and Moseley was

a very, very bright

and manipulative individual.

He had an IQ of 135.

He had two children.

He had a good, well-paying job.

He was very soft-spoken.

The confession as

to Kitty's killing

just, sort of,

flowed normally as

as part of...

his conversational tone.

So it was, like,

"I stole a TV and, by the way

I killed this person? "

Essentially.

Moseley also confessed

to the murder of a woman

named Annie Mae Johnson.

He murdered her

outside her house

two weeks

before he killed Kitty.

According to Moseley,

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