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Sergeant Collins (0:05)
When he. First Precinct, Sergeant Collins. What do you mean, he was robbed? Was he held up? The fellow was talking to the phone.
Captain Vincent P. Cronan (0:14)
I can't hear you.
Sergeant Collins (0:16)
What was he doing on the stoop? Was he drunk? What's his name?
Captain Vincent P. Cronan (0:21)
What?
Sergeant Collins (0:23)
How do you sell them?
Captain Vincent P. Cronan (0:24)
You are by transcription in the muster room of 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.
Sergeant Collins (0:39)
All right. Tell them to stay there. I'll send the officers right over there. Where is that? The southwest corner. All right, they'll be right there. 21st Precinct. It's just lines on a 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. The 21st.
Captain Vincent P. Cronan (1:17)
160 patrolmen, 11 sergeants and four lieutenants, of whom I'm the boss. Men. My name is Cronan, Vincent P. Cronan. I'm Captain in command of the 21st Precinct. I was doing day duty 8am to 6pm after I turned out the platoon, I went into my office where I read and signed reports and communications until nearly 9 o' clock when Sergeant Collins rang into my office to inform me that sector car number three had come by the house to take me on patrol. Occasionally, the commanding officer of a precinct has unpleasant duties to perform. One of these is the investigation of complaints by civilians alleging delinquency or misconduct on the part of a member of his command. In connection with such a complaint, I instructed my operator, Patrolman Farrell, to drive to 521 East 66th Street, a new 16 story apartment building overlooking the East River. I got out of the car and crossed the sidewalk. The doorman admitted me and I headed across the lobby to the elevator.
Patrolman Paul Vaccaro (2:16)
Going up? Yes, please.
Captain Vincent P. Cronan (2:17)
Mrs. Edith Oakley. What apartment is that?
