The Communication

25th place in talking waters. Yeah, that's right. Verification of the orchids is what we want. Connecticut registration, three teams for Thomas, 152. What do you have? You are by transcription in the muster room at the 21st place in the NERD 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 the 124 rooms at the 21st Precinct. We're holding the car in the occupant.

Well, let me know as soon as you're here. All right. Okay. Twenty-first Precinct is just lines on a map of the City of New York. Most of the 173,000 people, which into the 9-10th of a square mile between Fifth Avenue and the East River, wouldn't know if you asked them that they lived or worked on the

21st. 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. They're 21st, to 160 patrolmen, 11 sergeants and four lieutenants of whom I'm the boss.

My name is Connelly, Frank Connelly. I'm Captain in Command of the 21st. I was working my day tour 8am to 6pm. It was a bright sunny morning. I arrived at the station house at 735, signed the blotter and went into my office to change the uniform. Then I read over reports and communications that had accumulated since I was last on

duty 24 hours earlier. Just before eight I walked out into the Martin Room and around behind the desk. sharply on the hour Lieutenant Gorman, the desk officer for the oncoming tour, sounded the bell and the 66th man who would patrol the precinct on foot and in sector cars marched out of the back room on command of the patrol sergeant. The platoon halted, faced the desk