The Father

21st Precinct Sergeant Ward is... Wait a minute, lady, talk slower. I can't understand it. A man in a hall? What's he doing there? Yeah? Yeah? Was he drunk? You are in the muster room at the 21st Precinct.

The nerve center. A call is coming through. 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 alright i'll send it off to over right away well don't worry about it it'll be there right away to get it

yes man twenty first precinct just lines on the map of the city of new york most of the one hundred seventy three thousand people wedged into the nine tenths of the square mile between fifth avenue in the east river wouldn't know if you ask them but they lived or worked in the twenty first

Whether they know it or not the security of their homes, their persons and their property is the job of the men of the 21st Precinct. The 21st, 160 patrolman, 11 sergeants and four lieutenants of whom I am the boss.

My name is Canelli, Frank Canelli. I am Captain in command of the 21st. I was working my night tour, 4 p.m. to 8 a.m. It had been a quiet night in the precinct and after I turned out the platoon for the 12th to 8th, as superior officer on duty in the division during the night, I was caught up

of the 23rd precinct to supervise the patrol force on duty at a three alarm fire near the approach to the tribal bridge. I was still out of the precinct at 2 10 a.m. when patrol man William F. Coley assigned to post number four approach to call box on York Avenue to make his hourly ring.