The Cure

Twenty-first breathing, Sergeant Burns. Yeah, right, right. We want an ambulance up here at the station house. What's that? Oh, yeah. An injured prisoner. For who gave it to you? We got an only one. No, I'm in the room at the twenty-first breathing.

How old is he? Well, he's coming through. Well, the man's in the room. 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-prese.

Well, you'll have to go to Bellevue, he's the prisoner. of the men of the 21st Precinct. The 21st, 160 patrolman, 11th Sergeant, and four lieutenants of whom I am the boss.

My name is Connelly. Frank Connelly. I'm Captain in command of the 21st. I was working my night tour, 4 PM to 8 AM. Brief flurry of activity between 8 and 10 PM, including a two-elomb fire on 2nd Avenue, a bad auto accident on the East River.

It midnight and went on patrol of the Precinct. Things were still quiet. At 135, I had a telephone switchboard. The stillness was broken occasionally by the home of the switchboards. What is right? I have to help you settle at me, sir.

The detectives are finished. Back to the house. Coffee Lieutenant, there's some hot back there, a lot of stuff to write up. There is right now. I took one nine four E-68.

A woman rang in on the carbox and said there was a power. He started on the three block run to one E-68 street.

Following instructions in the manual of procedure, they did not sound a siren in order to approach the scene quietly and apprehensive. That was me.