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One of the greatest Unsolved Murders in history......
Arnold Rothstein is shot.
On November 4, 1928, at 10:15 p.m., a telephone call came in to Lindy’s restaurant, on Broadway in New York City. The caller asked to speak with one of the establishment’s regulars. Arnold Rothstein excused himself from the table, took the call, returned moments later and handed a long-barreled, pearl-handled pistol to his associate, James Meehan. He parted ways with Meehan and ventured off to the Park Central Hotel, reportedly headed for Room 349 there.
Within an hour, Arnold Rothstein – the man known around town as “The Brain” and “The Big Bankroll” – took a violent jolt of hot lead to the abdomen. Hotel employees saw him stumbling and bleeding badly at a hotel service door before collapsing. An ambulance rushed him to Polyclinic Hospital, where surgeons struggled to remove the slug and perform a blood transfusion. New York Police Detective Patrick Floyd, a familiar face to Rothstein, tried to glean some information.
“Who shot ya, A.R.?” Floyd asked.
Rothstein, true to form, refused to name his assailant, replying, “You know me better than that, Paddy.”
www.shakespearetheatre.org
Arnold Rothstein is shot.
On November 4, 1928, at 10:15 p.m., a telephone call came in to Lindy’s restaurant, on Broadway in New York City. The caller asked to speak with one of the establishment’s regulars. Arnold Rothstein excused himself from the table, took the call, returned moments later and handed a long-barreled, pearl-handled pistol to his associate, James Meehan. He parted ways with Meehan and ventured off to the Park Central Hotel, reportedly headed for Room 349 there.
Within an hour, Arnold Rothstein – the man known around town as “The Brain” and “The Big Bankroll” – took a violent jolt of hot lead to the abdomen. Hotel employees saw him stumbling and bleeding badly at a hotel service door before collapsing. An ambulance rushed him to Polyclinic Hospital, where surgeons struggled to remove the slug and perform a blood transfusion. New York Police Detective Patrick Floyd, a familiar face to Rothstein, tried to glean some information.
“Who shot ya, A.R.?” Floyd asked.
Rothstein, true to form, refused to name his assailant, replying, “You know me better than that, Paddy.”
The Real American Gangster: Arnold Rothstein - Shakespeare Theatre Company
Meet the king of the 1920s New York City underground, considered to have been at the center of the city's moral underbelly.
www.shakespearetheatre.org
