Case of the Fall

Twenty-first precinct, Sergeant Burns. Oh, broken to your apartment. Six to one? What apartment number? Would that be your seat? You are in the muster room at twenty-first precinct, the nerve center. A call is coming true.

You will follow the action taken pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the one-twenty-four room at the twenty-first precinct. Yes, sir. All right. I'll send an officer right over there.

Yes, sir. They'll be there in a few minutes. You just wait. That's right. Yes, sir. Just wait for her. Twenty-first precinct. It's just lines on a map of the City of New York. Most of the 173,000 people wedged into the nine-tenths 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 twenty-firsts.

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 hundred and sixty patrolman eleven sergeants and four lieutenant's of whom I'm the boss My name is Connelly Frank Connelly. I'm captain in command of the twenty first It was nine thirty pm. I returned to the precinct house and patrol and walk into the mucher room where lieutenant Snyder was on duty

Of death off of it and sergeant Burns was on the boxes. Hello captain Sergeant I was doing nothing much for a gun king's been wanting to talk to you. The upstairs. I think so. Oh, I'd ring up there and tell him I'm back while I sign the blower.

Sergeant Burns on T.S. Would you tell the tenants king that Captain Canelli's back in the house? Yes, Lieutenant King. Yes, sir. He's on his way downstairs.