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Chapters (91)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
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  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
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  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
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  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
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  41. Chapter 33
  42. Chapter 34
  43. Chapter 35
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  45. Chapter 36
  46. Chapter 37
  47. Chapter 38
  48. Chapter 39
  49. Chapter 40
  50. Chapter 41
  51. Chapter 42
  52. Chapter 43
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  54. Chapter 44
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  56. Chapter 45
  57. Chapter 46
  58. Chapter 47
  59. Chapter 48
  60. Chapter 49
  61. Chapter 50
  62. Chapter 51
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  64. Chapter 52
  65. Chapter 53
  66. Chapter 54
  67. Chapter 55
  68. Chapter 56
  69. Chapter 57
  70. Chapter 58
  71. Chapter 59
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  73. Chapter 60
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  75. Chapter 61
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  77. Chapter 62
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  79. Chapter 63
  80. Chapter 64
  81. Chapter 65
  82. Chapter 66
  83. Chapter 67
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  85. Chapter 68
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  87. Notes
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  89. ABOUT THE AUTHORS
  90. Photos
  91. Coming Soon

Weiss, a recent graduate of Northwestern University’s Medill School of Journalism, works in the fast-paced television newsroom at WABC, located in the nearby Lincoln Square neighborhood. He begins peppering passersby with questions, trying to investigate this developing story from the confines of his gurney.

Finally, he slips a janitor some cash, saying, “Here’s my press card; here’s twenty bucks. Call this number, ask for [assignment editor] Neil [Goldstein], tell him Alan’s in the hospital and I believe John Lennon’s been shot.”

The worker never makes the call, but within minutes Weiss gets powerful confirmation when he sees “Yoko Ono in a full-length fur coat on the arm of a police officer, and she’s sobbing.”

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In trauma room 115, Dr. David Halleran is working steadily to keep John Lennon alive. Though Halleran’s hands are steady, with every pump of the ex-Beatle’s heart, his faint vital signs diminish.

Cardiovascular surgeon Dr. Richard Marks steps in to assist. A resident of the Upper West Side, he had returned to the hospital after seeing the commotion at the Dakota. Attending physician Dr. Stephan Lynn, who had left the hospital at 10:30 that night, remembers that he was called to return just before the eleven o’clock news.

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With the assistance of a police officer, Weiss gets through to his editor on a hospital telephone. “Neil, I think John Lennon’s been shot.”

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As the doctors work to save John Lennon’s life, John’s voice can be heard harmonizing around them as the Beatles’ “All My Loving” plays over the hospital sound system.

Twenty minutes pass. With every medical intervention “totally ineffective,” they have no choice but to declare him dead. “I stepped away from the table at that moment,” Halleran remembers. “I felt exhausted and defeated. It was a Hail Mary pass, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we had failed this great man.”

It falls to Dr. Lynn, as the director of the Roosevelt Hospital emergency room, to tell Yoko Ono what transpired in the last minutes of her husband’s life.

In the emergency thoracotomy, he tells her, “all of the major blood vessels leaving the heart were simply destroyed. There was no way that we could repair them.”

“He can’t be dead, he was just alive,” she says.

At that moment, Dr. Lynn begins to learn “more and more about how much John Lennon affected the rest of the world.”

Chapter 65

Chapter 65

I know a man ain’t supposed to cry…

—“I Heard It Through the Grapevine”

Live from South Florida, ABC is broadcasting the final minutes of a matchup between the New England Patriots and the Miami Dolphins. The game is tied 13–13 in the fourth quarter when the phone rings in the production truck parked outside Miami’s Orange Bowl stadium.