Transcript
A (0:06)
21st place in shocking waters. Shooting where? Yeah, who is it that shot? Oh, you don't, huh? Where's the man with the gun? Where? You are 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. I'll send the officers right over there. Don't worry about that. I'll send the ambulance too. You just wait outside and show them where it is, okay? Yeah, you're welcome. 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 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. The 21st. 150 patrolmen, 11 sergeants and four lieutenants, of whom I'm the boss. My name is Kennelly. Frank Kenelly. I'm captain in Command of the 21st. I was working my night tour at 12:15am on post number nine which covers three square blocks between first and York Avenues. Patrolman James Joseph Cronin rang into the station house as soon as he reached his post. Then, as is required, he began on First Avenue the job of trying the front door of every business establishment. Officer. Hey, policeman. Yeah, what is it? You better go down to the Bronx Grill there. Lots of trouble. Some guy got shot. Who? I don't know. Some guy who shot him? Some other guy. I don't know. Were you in there? Yeah, I was in there. Didn't say no attention, though, until I heard you shot. Bang. Like to have jumped through the ceiling there. When did it happen? Just now? Yeah, just now. A minute ago. Meds. Where'd the man go to do the shooting? I don't know. He ran out the door. You see which way he went? Look, he was the guy with the gun. I wasn't too curious about chasing in there. Right here, okay? There. Right back there in the booth. I was sitting at the bar there. They were talking to Jerry. That's him, the bartender. Who's a Jerry? What? Oh, hello, Mr. Corner. There's some mess, huh? Some thing I got here. Who is he? I don't know. I've seen him around. I call him Mac. Everybody calls Him, Mac. I don't know his full name. He was with him. What's his name?
B (2:59)
I don't know. Walter. Mac.
A (3:01)
You were out with him tonight. Don't you know his name?
B (3:03)
I met him in a bar over in Second Avenue, Mac. That's all I know.
A (3:06)
I don't even know that. What do you think, Mr. Cohen? You think he's had it? They don't look like any spark of life in him to me. I'll get an ambulance over here. I called Mr. Cronin. I called in the police department. I gotta call again. You do. They said they were sending the cops and anatomists over. Here it is. Patrolman Cronin, 21st briefing. The man shot, and it looks like homicide at 3646 First Avenue. In a bar and grill? Yeah, that's right. Okay. Oh, would you connect me with the 21st? I didn't call the precinct. Going to headquarters. Hello, Sergeant. Patrolman Cronin, Post number nine. There's a man shot and it looks like a homicide in the Bar Grill. 3646 First Avenue. Oh, yeah. Yes, okay. Yes, I told you. I told him.
