The last words of Dutch Schultz
Statements made by Arthur Flegenheimer (alias "Dutch Schultz") in the
Newark City Hospital on the above date between 4 P.M. and 6 P.M. the 24
of October 1935. From stenographic notes made by F.J. Long,
Clerk-Stenographer, Newark Police Department.
George, don't make no bull moves. What have you done with him. Oh,
Mamma, Mamma, Mamma! Oh, stop it! Stop it!...Oh, Oh, Oh, Sure,
sure, Mamma, etc.
("Schultz" at this time was irrational, suffering with a fever of about
106 degrees, with a gunshot wound. Sergeant Luke Conlon,
Detectives from Newark Police Headquarters and from the
Prosecutor's Office were at his bedside. One of the officers had
"Schultz" noticed the newspaper and said: has it been in any other
newspapers? (Then, relapsing into irrationality) Now listen Phil, fun is
fun. Aha... Please! Papa! What happened to the 16? Oh, oh...he done it?
Please...please...John, please. Oh, did you buy the hotel; you promised a
million...sure. Get out! I wish I knew. Please make it quick; fast and
furious; please... fast and furious. Please help me get out; I'm getting my
wind back, thank God! Please, please; Oh, please. You will have to,
please...tell him, "You got no case." You get ahead with the dot and dash
system. Didn't I speak that time last night. Whose number is that in your
pocketbook, Phil? 13780. Who was it? Oh!...Please, please...Reserve
decision, police, police; Henny and Frankie...Oh, Oh, dog Biscuit, and
when he is happy he doesn't get snappy...Please, please do this! Henny,
Henny, Frankie! You didn't meet him; you didn't even meet me; the glove
will fit what I say...Oh, kayiyi, kayiyi! Sure, who cares? When are you
through! How do you know this? Well, then...Oh, Cocoa; no... thinks he
is a grandpa again and he is jumping around. No, Hoboe and Poboe I think
I mean the same thing.
Question by Sergeant Conlon: Who shot you?
Answer: The bos himself.
Q: xxx He did?
A: Yes: I don't know
Q: What did he shoot you for?
A: I showed him boss; did you hear him meet me? An appointment; appeal
stuck. All right mother.
Q: Was it the boss shot you?
A: Who shot me? No one.
Q: Was it bow-legs?
A: Yes, he might have shot me; it wasn't Robeck(?) or the other guy; I will
see him; I never forget and if I do I will be very careful.
Q: Was it bow-legs who shot you?
A: I don't know who shot me, honest to God! Suppose you help me up now,
like a swell fellow.
Q: We will help you.
A: Will you get me up? O.K., I won't be such a creep. Oh, mamma, I can't
go through with it, please. Oh, and then he clips me; come on,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcut that out, we don't owe a nickel; fold it! Instead, fold
it against him; I am a pretty good pretzeler...Winifred...Dept. of Justice;
I even got it from the Department, sir. Please, stop it; say listen, the...
Sergt. Conlon: Now, don't holler.
A: I don't want to holler.
Q: What did they shoot you for?
A: I don't know, sir; honestly I don't. I don't even know who was with me;
honestly. I went to the toilet and when I reached the...the boy came at me.
Q: The big fellow gave it to you?
A: Yes, he gave it to me.
Q: Do you know who the big fellow was?
Schultz: See, George, if we wanted to break the ring. No... please, I get a
month. They did it. Come on, cut me off and says you are not to be the in
the beneficiary of this will. I will be checked and double-checked and
please pull for me.
(One of the detectives) We will pull for you.
Schultz: Will you pull? Will you pull? These native children make this
and sell you the joint. How many good ones and how many bad ones!
Please! I had nothing with him; he was a cowboy in one of the...seven
days a week fight. No business, no hangout; no friends, nothing; just
what you pick up and what you need.
Sergeant Conlon: Who was it shot you?
Schultz: I don't know. No, don't put anyone near this check; the check.
You might have; oh, please. Please do it for me. Let me get up, sir, heh?
This is Connie's, isn't it? Uh heh. In the olden days they waited and they
waited. Please give me a shot. Please. Oh...Oh...it is from the factory. O.K.
Sure, that is bad...well, Oh, go ahead; that happens for crying; I don't want
harmony; I want harmony.
Oh, mamma, mamma. Who give it to him? Who give it to him? Tony?
Let me in the district; ...fire...factory that he was nowhere near.
It smoldered. No, No! There are only ten of us and there are
ten million fighting somewhere in front of you, so get your onions up and we
will throw up the truce flag. Oh, please let me up; Leo, Leo! Oh, yeh! No,
No; I don't...please! Please shift me. Police are here; communistic...strike.
..baloneys...Please; honestly it is a habit I get; sometimes I give it and
sometimes I don't. Oh, not; I am all in; say... that settles it. Are you
sure? Please, he eats like a little baloney sausage maker. Please, let me
get in and eat. Let him harass himself to you and then bother you. Please...
Don't ask me to go there; I don't want to. I still don't want him in the
path. Please, Leo, Leo; I was looking for someone. Meet my lady, Mrs.
Pickford, and I'm sorry I acted that way so soon, already. Sure, it is no
need to stage a riot. The sidewalk was in trouble and the bears were in
trouble and I broke it up. Please; Oh, mamma! No knock to her, she didn't
know. Look; that is it. She let her go the opposite. Oh, tell me. Please,
put me in that room room; please keep him in control; my gilt-edge stuff,
and those dirty rats have tuned in. Please, Mother, Mother, Mother, please,
the reaction is so strong. Oh, mamma, mamma, please don't tear; don't rip;
that is something that shouldn't be spoke about; that is right. Please get
me up my friends; I know what I speak of. Please, look out, the shooting is
a bit wild, and that kind of shooting. Saved a man's life. Oh, Elmer was.
No, everything frightening; yes, no payrolls, no walls, no coupons. That
would be entirely out; pardon me; oh, yeh! Oh, I forgot I am a plaintiff and
not defendant. Look out, look out for him. Please...and he owes me money; he
owes everyone money. Why can't he just pull out and give me...control...all
right, please do. Please, Mother! You pick me up now. Please, you know me.
Oh, Louie, didn't I give you my door bell? Everything you got, the whole
bill. And did you come for your rest in the doctor's office, sir? Yes, I
can see that. Your son-in-law, and he isn't liked, is he? Harry, does he
behave? No; don't you scare me; my friends think I do a better job. Oh,
police are looking for you all over; please be instrumental in letting us
know. That wouldn't be here; they are Englishmen and they are a type I don't
know who is best, they or us. Oh, sir, and get the doll a roofing. Please.
You can play jacks, and girls do that with a soft ball and do tricks with it.
Please; I may take all events into consideration; no, no. And it is no; a
boy has never wept...nor dashed a thousand kin... did you hear me? Now leave
it or take it. No, I might be in the playing for I know. Come on over here,
come on over. Oh, Duckie, see we skipped again.
Question by Detective: Who shot you?
A: I don't know.
Q: Was it the big fellow?
A: I don't know.
Q: When you were coming out of the Toilet?
A: I don't know. Pick me up. No, no, you have got to do it as I see it.
Please take me out of the bed.
Q: The doctor wants you to lie quiet.
A: That is what I want to do. I can't come; express office was closed. Oh,
mamma, mamma. Please, please...
Q: How many shots were fired?
A: I don't know; none.
Q: How many?
A: two thousand; come on, get some money in that treasury; we need it; come
on, please get it; I can't tell you to. You are telling the truth, aren't
you, Mr. Harris. That is not what you have in the book. Oh, yes I have. Oh,
please, warden. Please. What am I going to do for money. How is that; how do
you like that? Please put me on my feet, at once. Thank you, Sam, you are a
boiled man; I do it because you ask me to. Did you hear me? i would hear it,
the Circuit Court would hear it, and the Supreme Court might hear it. Come
on, pull me up, sir. All right. Cam Davis. Oh, please reply. N.R.A. If that
ain't the payoff. Please crack down on the Chinaman's friends and Hitler's
commander. All right, I am sore and I am going to give you honey if I can.
look out. We broke that up. Mother is the best bet and don't let Satan draw
you too fast.
Question by Detective: What did the big fellow shoot you for?
A: Him? John? Over a million, five million dollars.
Q: You want to get well, don't you?
Q: Lie quiet.
A: Yes, I will lie quiet.
Q: John shot you, we will take care of John.
A: That is what caused the trouble. Look out. All right, Bob. Please get me
up. If you do this you can jump right here in the lake. I know who they are;
they are French people...Malone... All right; look out, look out! Mamma,
mamma...oh, memory is gone. A work relief...police. Who gets it? I don't
know and I don't want to know, but look out. It can be traced. That is the
one that done it, but who had that one; oh, oh, Mamma, please let me get up.
XXX He changed for the worse. Please, look out; my fortunes have changed and
xxxx come back and went back since that. It was desperate Ambrose, a little
kid. Please; look out...Look... Mike...please, I am wobbly. You ain't got
nothing on him, but we got it on his helper. Please...
Q (Detective): Control yourself.
A: But I am dying.
Q: No, you are not
Schultz: Move on, Mick and mamma. All right, dear, you have got to get it.
(At this point the nurses changed the dressing, 4:40 P.M., and "Schultz"
aked for a drink of water which was given to him. When one of the nurses
was taking off one of his garments he said, "look out for my xxxxx ring.")
Mrs. Flegenheimer was brought in.
Mrs. Flegenheimer: This is Francis.
"Schultz": Then pull out, I am half crazy. They won't let me up. They died
my shoes, open those shoes here. Give me something; I am so sick. Give me
some water, the only thing that I want. Open this up, break it so I can
touch you. Dennie, will you please get me in the car. Now he can't butt in.
Please, Nick, stop chiseling.
(Mrs. Flegenheimer left the room)
Question by Detective: Who shot you?
A: I don't know; I didn't even get a look. I don't know. Who can have done
it? Anybody. Kindly take my shoes off.
Q: They are off.
A: No, there is a handcuff on them. The Baron does these things.
(Schultz): I know what I am doing here with my collection of papers, for
crying out loud. It isn't worth a nickle to two guys like you or me, but to
a collector it is worth a fortune; it is priceless. I am going to turn it
over to...Turn your back to me please, Henry. I am so sick now. The police
are getting many complaints. Look out. Yey, Jack; hello, Jack. Jack, mamma.
I want that G-note. Look out, for Jimmie Valentine, for he is an old pal of
mine. Come on, Jim, come on, Jimmie; oh, thanks. O.K. O.K. I am all through;
I can't do another thing. Hymie, won't you do what I ask you this once?
Look out! Mamma, mamma! Look out for her. You can't beat him. Police, Mamma!
Helen, mother, please take me out. Come on, Rosie. O.K. Hymes would not do
it; not him. I will settle...the indictment. Come on, Max, open the soap
duckets. Frankie, please come here. Open that door, Dumpey's door. It is so
much, Abe, that...with the brewery. come on. Hey, Jimmie! The Chimney Sweeps.
Talk to the Sword. Shut up, you got a big mouth! please come help me up,
Henny. Max come over here... French Canadian bean soup...I want to pay, let
them leave me alone...