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Captain Frank Kennelly (0:35)
21st Precinct. Sergeant Waters. Who shot who? Well, where? All right, just take it easy. Talk slow as I can understand you. Now, where is it? Yeah, yeah. You're in the muster room at the 21st Precinct, the nerve center. A call is coming through. You will follow the action taken pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 room at the 21st Precinct. All right, don't worry about that part of it. We'll take care of it. Yeah, we'll send the ambulance right away. That's right, right away.
Narrator (1:17)
21st Precinct. It's just lines on a map of the city of New York. Most of the 173,000 people wedged into the 9/10 of a square mile between Fifth Avenue and the east river wouldn't know, if you asked them, that they lived or worked in the 21st. Whether they know it or not, the security of their homes, their prisons and their property is the job of the men of the 21st Precinct.
Captain Frank Kennelly (1:39)
The 21st. 160 patrolmen, 11 sergeants and four lieutenants, of whom I'm the boss. My name is Kenelly. Frank Kennelly. I'm captain in command of the 21st. I was working my night tour, 4pm to 8am it was a dark, foggy night, and between dusk and midnight we were plagued with automobile accidents. Two pedestrians were struck by cars, one on York Avenue and one on Lexington. Both were taken to Mount Sinai Hospital in serious condition. Out on patrol of the precinct, I instructed my operator, Patrolman Eiseman, to proceed through the street slowly and with extreme caution. It was impossible to see clearly for a distance of 50ft ahead. At midnight, I returned to the station house to turn out the platoon for the 12 to 8 tour. The 52 men who would patrol the streets of the precinct on post and in sector cars for the next eight hours were assembled before me in the muster room. Ready to be posted. Sergeant, post your platoon. Platoon, attention. Right face. Lord my. I'll be in my office, Lieutenant. Got you. 21st who? Well, wait a minute. Where is. 21st Precinct? Captain Canelli Sergeant Waters on TS Captain, we've got a report a cop has been shot at 96 in the drive. I'll be right on. Yes, sir. That's all I got. CB yeah, 96 in the east River Drive. Okay. How old have we got, sergeant? 1. Bring it out on the air now, captain. Par 681, 93rd New York, at 96 from the East River Drive. A signal 32, report of a police officer shot. The ambulance is responding. Who's on post over there? He was there for the 4 to 12, and his relief hasn't had a chance to get over yet. I better notify detectives. Yeah, go ahead. This is Sergeant Waters on T.S. we've got a report of a police officer shot at 96 in the East River Drive. I don't know. That's all we got. Okay. There's also a traffic man on the job at the intersection, isn't it? Yes, sir. How'd you get it? A civilian used the call box on the corner there. Told me there was a cop shot. He was excited, hung up. I couldn't get any more out of him. All right, I'll go over there. Yes, sir. I went to my office for my hat and then back through the muster room to the front door of the station house. Patrolman Egan and Lewis were waiting at the curb to relieve the operator and recorder of sector car Number three, who were due to go off duty within a minute. The car came around the corner and stopped in front of the station house. After the relieving operator, Patrolman Egan, walked quickly around the car to inspect it for recent damage and entered the mileage and gasoline gauge readings in his memorandum book. I got in and instructed him to make the run to 96th street in the East River Drive. The weather was still foggy and visibility extremely poor. As we turned off First Avenue east on 96, I could make out two sector cars parked along the curb. The scene of the shooting appeared to be on the site of the old transit system power generating plant, which was in the process of being wrecked to make room for an overpass cloverleaf entrance to the East River Drive. All right, Egan. Hey, watch, Captain. Watch those loose stones. Over here, Captain. Sergeant, where are you? Sergeant Tinney? Over here, Captain, with the light. Oh, okay. There's some of you in there. Take a look in that pile of bricks there. You McAllen, captain? Who was it, Sergeant? Who shot? We don't know yet, Captain. He's not identified the traffic man? Oh, no, sir. It wasn't a cop that was shot? No, nothing over here, Sergeant. Well, look on the other side there, will you? Well, who was it? Cop shot a thief. Brennan. Oh, over there, Captain. It's pretty bad. Hey, watch. Watch your stuff there, Captain. Kind of treacherous, all right. The civilian he sent the ring in got it kind of mixed up. Never did get over this part, Sergeant. Well, look the other way then, huh? What are they looking for, Sergeant? The gun the boy had. Oh, wasn't it right near him? No, sir. Did he have a gun? Well, Brennan says there were three shots fired at him. All right, you men put the captain in there, huh? Yeah. Hello, Captain. Hey, you put your light on him there. Yes. Oh, you see? Pretty bad, huh, Captain? You say anything, Sergeant? No, sir. I was unconscious when I got here. That ambulance better get here A vacado. Baron, why don't you go to the car ringing again for that ambulance? Pretty young kid. Yes, sir. About 17, I'd say maybe 16.