The Bottle

Twenty-place precinct, Sergeant Waters. Shooting where? Talking to her farm, will ya? Where's the shooting? Lexington and what? Well, who's shot? Who? Yeah. You are by transcription in the muster room of the Twenty-first Precinct. The nerve center.

A call is coming through. You will follow the action taking pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 room of the Twenty-first Precinct. Okay, go back there and wait. The officer will be right over there.

Yeah, that's right. I'm sending him out. Right now. Twenty-first precinct. It's just lines on a map of the city of New York. 173,000 people wedged into the 9th and 10th of the square mile between Fifth Avenue and the East River. The security of their homes, their persons, and their property is the job of the men

of the Twenty-first precinct. The Twenty-first. One hundred and sixty to call them an 11th I am Sergeant from Fall Lieutenant, the woman on the bus. My name is Keel, Thomas P. Keel. I am Captain and Command of the 21st Precinct.

I was doing my duty, what the end to eight AM. I have come into the station house at 325 in order to give myself enough time before the turnout of the platoon to change the uniform, read reports and communications, and confer with the desk officers, Lieutenant Gorman and Lieutenant Snyder, who are coming on and going off duty respectively.

I turned out to presume the most important instructions I gave the men concerned a series of armed robberies of liquor stores, which had plague detectives and the patrol force of the repreasing on the east side of Manhattan uptown from 34th Street during the last three weeks.