The Tree

I'm very excited about your water. Somebody hold you up. Broken in your flat. Well, how much is missing? You are by planning to return on the muscle. 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 124-room at the 21st Precinct. Outstanding your office is over to take a look.

Yes, ma'am. The city of New York. Most of the 173,000 people who went into the 9-10ths of a square lived or worked in the unity of their homes, their persons, and their properties. The job of the men of the 21st Precinct.

The 21st, 160 patrolmen, 11 sergeants, and four lute konuts of whom I am the boss. My name is Connelly, Frank Connelly. I am Captain in command of the 21st. I was working my day tour, 8am to 6pm.

At 11.30 a.m. after patrolling the precinct for two hours in sector car number two, I instructed the operator, Patrolman Coley, to drive me downtown to the sixth division, where I had an appointment with my immediate superior, Inspector Edward McBride, who wanted to see me on an urgent manner.

On arrival, I instructed Patrolman Coley to wait in the car and walked up the stairs to the division office. On all this, Inspector McBride in his office? No, sir, I'm sorry. I'm meeting at the borough getting touch with the captain. I call you a desk officer. He said you are on your way. That was a couple of minutes ago.

Okay, Inspector McBride said it'll tell you to be in touch with you by phone later on. Joyce, you're on? Northridge, on patrol. Look, I'll tell you what. Sixth Division, phone on. Just a second, Sergeant. I'm typing a second.