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B (0:34)
21st preaching. Sergeant Waters? Yeah, that's right. Armed robbery in the 24th. Well, we don't know much about it.
C (0:44)
Here.
B (0:44)
We got the car, that's all. It was parked over there on second Avenue. It was in the alarms. You are 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 124 room at the 21st Precinct. All right. Yeah, we'll hold them here. Yeah, we got them.
C (1:15)
Okay.
B (1:16)
Yeah.
C (1:22)
21st Precinct. It's just lines on the map of the city of New York. Most of the 173,000 people wedged into the 9/10 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. 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.
B (1:41)
The 21st. 160 patrolmen, 11 sergeants and four lieutenants, of whom I'm the boss. My name is Kennelly, Frank Kennelly. I'm captain in command of the 21st. I was working my night tour 4pm to 8am before midnight, things were quiet in the precinct and I had the opportunity to remain in my office and clean up much of the paperwork that had accumulated. After I turned out the 12 to 8 platoon. At midnight, I instructed Lieutenant Gorman, the desk officer, to have a car come by the house to take me on
C (2:12)
patrol of the precinct.
B (2:14)
In compliance, the communications bureau was requested to put out a radio call for sector car number three, which, on receiving the broadcast, stopped at the nearest police call box, the car's recorder. Patrolman Vaccaro was instructed to take over a foot patrol post and the operator, Patrolman Farrell, drove the car to the station house to pick me up. During the course of my patrol, we first toured the northern end of the precinct and then, on my instructions, Patrolman Farrell headed the car downtown. At 12:50am we were driving south on Second Avenue. In the 80s as we slowed down to stop for a signal. I saw a man concealing himself in the doorway of a closed bakery. At a glance, the man appeared to be a policeman. I told Patrolman Farrell to pull into the curse. All right, come on.
