The Bartender

21st Precinct Sergeant Klein. Yes? Where? 3120? In the barn grill. Now who's got? What's his name? Where's the man with the gun? You are in the must of him at the 21st Precinct, the narrow center.

Which way? A call is coming through. You will follow the action taken pursuant to that call from this minute until the final the final report is written in the 124 room at the 21st Precinct.

I'll send the officers. What? Talk into the phone. It's on its way. The ambulance is already on its way. That's the way it's over the officers. 21st Precinct. It's just lines on a map of the city of New York.

Most of the 173,000 people wedged into the 9th of a square mile between Fifth Avenue and the 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 persons, their homes and their property is my job.

My job and the job of the 160 patrolman, 11 sergeants and 4 lieutenants of whom I am the boss. My name is Connelly. Frank Connelly. I am captain in command of the 21st. I was working my 60m to 8am tour.

It was a hot morning night. I turned out to platoon for the late tour. I went on patrol of the precinct with the Coleman Johnny Farrell as operator and myself as reporter. At 255 we were driving south on Lexington Avenue in the 70s. There were few cars on the street and fewer pedestrians. All right cut across east on 72nd Johnny would take a

turn up first. Yes sir. What was the matter with your boys Johnny? I don't know what happened. And now would be the back of the front. Well I think that could be I don't know anything.