The Bottle

When he first preaching Sergeant Waters, shooting where? Talking to the phone, will you? Where's the shooting? Lexington and what? And well, who shot? Who? Yeah? You are in the muster room at the 21st precinct, the NERV 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 124 room at the 21st precinct. Okay, go back there and wait. The officer will be right over there. Yeah, that's right.

On something and now. Right now. Twenty-first precinct transcribed is just lines on a map of the city of New York. Most of the 173,000 people who 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 21st.

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 Potoldman, 11 Sargents, and 4 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 PM to 8 AM. I had come into the station house at 325 in order to give myself enough time before the turn out of the platoon, to change to uniform, read reports and communications, and confer

with the desk officers, Lieutenant Gorman and Lieutenant Snyder, who were coming on and going off duty, respectively. When I turned out the platoon, the most important instructions I gave the men, concerned a series of armed robberies of liquor stores which had plagued detectives and the patrol force of every precinct on the east side of Manhattan uptown