The Door

Twenty-first precinct, Sergeant Byrne. Shooting? Where? For who shot? Then how do you know there's a shooting? Yeah. Yeah? I see. Well, who told you to call the police? You are in the master room at the 21st precinct.

The nerve center. A call is coming through. You will follow the action taken for someone to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 room at the 21st precinct.

All right, wait there for the officers. Yeah, right there, where you are. No, you don't have to call for an ambulance. I'll take care of it. You just wait there for the officers. Okay. Yeah.

What is first preaching? It's just lines on a map of the city of New York. Both of the 173,000 people, way to change the 9th century square mile between Fifth Avenue and the East River, wouldn't know if you asked them if they lived or worked.

Whether they know it in office, the security of their homes, their persons and their property, is the job of the men of the 21st Precise. The 21st, 160 patrolman, 11th Sergeant, and four lieutenants of whom I am the boss.

My name is Kenelli, Frank Kenelli. I'm Captain in command of the 21st. I was working my night tour at 4 p.m. to 8 a.m. At 11.15 I returned to the station house from patrol, and after signing the blotter, went directly to my office to read and approve a file folder of reports that had accumulated during the tour.

I had also instructed the 124 man to post on the bulletin board the names of two patrolmen working the 12th way involving them to see me on their arrival at the state house coming all coming and was the door at the cat and I got a forty nine from the police court concerning you today