Captain Frank Kelly (9:27)
Will you. Yep. Okay. Watch it up there, Thomas. So, Coming through there. Watch it. There we go. Go on. All right, coming through there. Get out of the way. Can I go with her? You can go over there later, Mr. Nuffield. I really should go now. I'd like to. I know how you feel, Mr. Nuffield, but I think you better wait here for the detectives. The detectives? Yes, they should be here any minute. Well, I have to go to the hospital and make arrangements for her. I can assure you she'll be well taken care of, Mr. Nuff. Nuffield. Listen, do they still want me to stay around here? Who are you? I'm the super of the building. John Healy. Oh, yes. Well, you better stay around for a while. I got a lot of work to do. Cat. The detectives will want to talk to you. Well, all right, if they want to talk to me. It's a tough break for her, Mr. Nuffield. It's a really tough break. Yes, it is. Mr. Heallis, did you see Mr. Nuffield when he came home this morning? No, no, I didn't see him. I was down in my apartment there. I told you, Captain, the only one that saw me was Dan, the elevator operator. He brought me up. Yes, Dan brought him up, all right. Dan told me he did. Mr. Healis, did you see Mrs. Nuffield earlier today? No, no, I didn't see her at all. Did you see her last night or yesterday? No, not that I remember. I don't remember. Sienna. Did any of the employees of the building? Well, if they did, they didn't mention it to me. There wasn't any reason for them to mention it to me. How many employees of the building do you have? Well, just me. That's one. Young. We got four elevator operators, you know, Each works eight hours and the fourth one swings on days off. And one and four, that's five. Young. And we got two doormen. That's seven. And we got two maintenance men. That's nine. How does the house phone work? Doesn't anybody man that? Oh, no, no. That's just the house phones. You know, you pick up the phone out in the hall here and it rings downstairs and the doorman answers it when he's on duty there. Captain, do I really have to wait for the detectives? Can't I get over to the hospital and see how she is? You don't know how worried I am about her. I do know how worried you are, Mr. Nuffield. Hello, Captain. Oh, Matt. Hello, Goldman. Hello, Captain. Matt, this is Mr. Robert Nuffield, the husband of the victim. And Mr. John Helis, the superintendent of the building. This Lieutenant King, commanding officer of the 21st Squad, and Detective Goldman. How are you? I hope your wife's gonna be all right, Mr. Nuffield. I hope so too. In there, Matt. In the bedroom, I suppose we have a look. All right. Oh, hey, List, we should wait out here. All right. If you want, you come in with us, Mr. Nuffield. Yes, all right. I really would like to get over to the hospital. We'll get you there, Mr. Nuffield. That's the iron. Yeah, that's right, man. Do you recognize that iron as one that belonged in your household, Mr. Nuffield? Well, yes, I suppose it is. I really couldn't say for sure. I don't know. I never used the iron. She was found right under that window, Matt. Yes, that's right where she was. Look, I know. Sergeant Waters told me about it. I saw him out at the Elevator. You picked her up from here and moved her over to the lounge. Is that right, Mr. Nuffield? Yes, that's right. I didn't want her on the floor. I wanted to get her up where it was comfortable. You've been out of town for three days? Yes, in Buffalo. And what time did you arrive home this morning? Well, it was around 10:30 sometime. I don't know exactly. Maybe the elevator operator could tell you. He said it was around 10:30 sometime. He doesn't know exactly either. Lieutenant, I'll answer all the questions you want me to answer. But I. I know you have your job to do, but I'd like to get to the hospital. I'd like to find out how she is. Can't I go over there now? I'd like to get my own family doctor in on this. There'll be plenty of time for questions later on. Won't you? All right, Mr. Nuffield. We'll take you over to the hospital. You don't have to bother, Lieutenant. I can get a cab and go myself. I appreciate it, though. Don't bother, mister. We'll take you. We'll bring you back. You are listening to 21st Precinct, a factual account of the way police work in the world's largest city. I left the East 68th street address and returned to the station house in time to get together papers to take downtown to a citywide meeting of precinct commanders called by the police commissioner in the lineup room at Police Headquarters, 240 Center Street. There we were informed of the experimental plan for assigning an entire graduating class of the Police Academy to a precinct which is considered a trouble spot. By adopting the plan, the personnel of that precinct would be more than doubled. The experiment, it was hoped, would show that the crime rate is directly affected by the size of the patrol force on the job. After the meeting, I returned to my Command and at 2:20pm walked into the muster room of the station house where Lt. Gorman was desk officer and Sgt. Waters was on telephone switchboard duty. Hello, Captain. Sergeant. How's that, Mrs. Nuffield? Not so good. I just checked the hospital for Lieutenant Gorman. He's on the critical list. Is Lieutenant King upstairs? I haven't seen him since I came in off patrol. Captain, I'll try for you a little later. Yes, sir. After I sign the blotter. Yes, sir. WiFi is facing Sergeant Waters. You what, mister? Yeah, yeah. No, the police department has nothing to do with that. You call the Department of Welfare. What does he need? Public assistance. Where are you located? Why don't you go into the Welfare center at 154East 68th Street. That's right, 154. No, 15 4. They'll take the application There you are. Welcome. Hey, see if you can get lieutenant King for me, sergeant. Yes, sir. Oh, I left a couple of messages on your desk. Okay. Oh, never mind. There he is. Yes, sir. All right, Mr. Field. Right on through there, Matt. Yes, sir. Catman, wait right there. Mr. Matt. I understand the district attorney wants five of my men down for the grand jury tomorrow morning on that Johnson case. Oh, really? That's what lieutenant Gorman tells me. I don't know what they need five patrolmen down there for. Neither do I, captain. I'll call down there and see what the deal is. Leave me awful short here. I'll find out about it. All right. Let me know, will you, man? I sure will. Oh, how is Mrs. Nuffield? We just came from the hospital. I'm worried about her, captain. I'm very worried about her. She hasn't regained consciousness. We're worried about her too, Mr. Nuffield. Yes. I appreciate it. You'll let me know? Yes, sir. I'll check right into it. All right, Mr. Nuffield. Straight through the back there. I really wanted to stay at the hospital where I will keep in contact with the doctor. I'd appreciate it. He promised to call me if there was any change. Up the stairs there, Mr. Nuffield. Oh, yes. I don't see why it was necessary for me to come here. I told the officers everything I knew. I know you did? Yes. The first door on your right there. That's right, Mr. Duffield. Okay, Goldman. Yes, sir. Take Mr. Nuffield to my office. I'll be right in. Yes, sir. That way, Mr. Nuffield. Whitey, would you get the business of turning out a wire? Find out why they need fire control in there, Mr. Nuffield. Okay. Tomorrow. Would you have a seat there? Here? Yes, sir. That's all right. After all, my wife was hurt badly. Very badly. Rebecca doesn't even know whether she'll live or not. I shouldn't be here. I should be with her. Well, you'll get back to her soon, Mr. Nuffield. You hungry? Can I send out for something for you? I don't know whether I'm hungry or not. Well, there's a pretty good delicatessen around the corner. They make nice sandwiches. You like roast beef? I think I'll skip it, if it's all right. Oh, it's all right with me. I'm sorry, Mr. Nuthill. That's okay. I had something to attend to. Sure, Herbert. I've got a lot of other things to do. Take a right, Mr. Nofield? Oh, yes, thanks. Sorry. I've been smoking yours all morning. I didn't remember to buy a pack of my own. That's all. Thanks. Welcome, Mr. Nuffield. How old are you? 41. How old is your wife? 37. She was 37 in April. And how long have you been married? 11 years. Have any children? No, there never were any children. You've been living in New York all that time? Yes. Goldman, would you pass that ashtray over here? Yes, sir. Well, thank you. You said you had been living in New York all that time? Yes. He was born and raised in New York. I originally came from Minneapolis. I've been here since, well, let's see, 1940. You've been getting along all right with Mrs. Nuffield? What do you mean? I mean, is your marriage a happy one? Oh, yes, of course. These. These trips you've been in the habit of taking. Like the one to Buffalo. They were strictly for business, weren't they? Of course they were. Why else should I go? If there's another reason but to. That's what I'd like to know. There isn't any other reason. I don't mind telling you, Lieutenant, I think these questions are getting a little personal. Sorry, sir, but that's what they're intended to be. I don't know how I have to answer them. Mr. Nuffield, your wife was apparently assaulted with that electric iron. She has a fractured skull and there's a grave doubt whether she'll live. We're trying to find out who did it. You don't think I did? Is that what you have in your mind? I don't know who did it, Mr. Nuffield. We've got to start someplace. Might as well be with you. While the detectives investigation into the case continued, other business at the precinct went on. At 3.10pm while I was on patrol, a call came over the radio concerning the suicide of a woman who had jumped in front of a Lexington Avenue subway train at the 86th street station. I instructed the operator of the car in which I was riding to make the run. Two RMP cars and an emergency service truck were already on the job. The emergency service patrolman had carried large jacks into the station and onto the tracks to raise the subway car under which the body was pinned. It took another 20 minutes before service on the track was resumed. Then we headed back toward the precinct house where I would Turn out the platoon for the night tour at 4. On the way, we passed the apartment house at 781 East 68, the scene of the injury to Mrs. Nuffield that morning. Patrolman Kohy assigned a post. There was standing in front of the building talking to a woman who seemed very excited. I instructed Farrell to stop the car. All right. Wait here. Pharoh.
