The Ledge

When he freaks preaching charge and waters, he's jumped as he's gone to jump. Yeah? What floor? Yeah? Where is it? I'll get somebody to pull her inside. You are by transcription in the muster room at 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 124th room at the 21st Precinct. Alright, just so we can't until the officers get there.

Yeah, that's right. They're coming right over. Okay. Twenty-first precinct. It's just lines on a map of the city of New York. 173,000 people wedged into nine tenths of a 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 21st, 160 patrolmen, 11 sergeants, and four lieutenants that will mine the boss. My name is Kio, Thomas P. Kio.

I'm Captain and Command of the 21st Precinct. I was doing day duty, 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. It was a clear, sunny day and pleasantly cool for the time of year. When I came into the station house at 7.35, I went directly into my office and changed the uniform.

Then I sat down at my desk to over reports and communications that had piled up since I at last on duty 24 hours before. Shortly at eight, I got up and walked out into the mushroom where I turned out the platoon for the day tour.

After the men who would patrol the precinct for the next eight hours marched out the front door to take over their post, I remained behind the desk for a few minutes talking to Lieutenant Snyder, who would be desk officer during the tour.