drakefinx2604
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Strange, I haven't seen a thread about this anywhere or heard anyone mention it at all! I knew there was going to be a second satellite feed
! This one was posted on the 4th and it's a conversation between Barhyte and McCree. Just go back to the gpdiad.com site, log in as Barhyte again, and click on the link below the first feed. Here's the transcription:
[Barhyte] Let's see here...your record has a note that you were hit pretty hard with the fear toxin. Says you've got signs of anxiety disorder: nightmares, flashes of rage...
[McCree] Yeah, yeah. I can handle it.
[Barhyte] Well, we can talk about that with the DA.
[McCree] Don't pretend you're making me any deals. You don't care about me.
[Barhyte] Hey, I've got a dead cop. You think I don't care?
[McCree] You guys in Internal Affairs, you know what you are? You're the guys in grade school who got to be hall monitors. You'd rather side with the teacher and the principal than with your own.
[Barhyte] Hey, somebody's got to watch.
[McCree] And someone's got to pick up the garbage too. Oh...shouldn't have said that.
[Barhyte] It's okay.
[McCree] No. Cause garbageman is honest work. [pause] I...I got a kid. He's only a couple years younger than Gina Tortericci. I've got her picture cut out of the newspaper and clipped to the visor of my squad car. Can't sleep. Get home at night, I turn on the TV and drink until I can sleep. Except, even then I can't. We..we all come into this job wantin' to do good. We all become cops, wantin' to make things better.
[Barhyte] So what happens?
[McCree] It's the job. It's the damn job. If we all come in wantin' to do right, how else do you explain it? I miss my kid's basketball game, because I'm on duty. I miss Thanksgiving dinner because I'm on duty. My kid gets a chance to go to basketball camp but...but there ain't no way we can afford it. I'm missing Thanksgiving dinner to haul junkies to the ER, but when my wife tells me that my kid has been offered a trip to basketball camp over spring break, I gotta say no. The junkie doesn't think I'm a hero, and my wife and my kid hate that I'm never home. And then, a little cash falls in my lap. And I can come home and say, "Here, send him to camp." I didn't wanna go to the House of Pies. You know how I felt? Blood money for that girl Gina. But I'd already said, "Yes," too many times. So I did. Cause that's what Gotham is like these days. It's a dark time. And no matter what you do, somebody's getting hurt. Now Karl's dead. Everybody's gonna talk about what a crooked cop Karl was. No one's gonna talk about the kids he coached. Now...I'm gonna go to prison. And I'm pretty sure my kid's going to end up missing basketball camp. All right, you got your confession. Get me a pad and a pen so I can write it out and then send in Dent. He's waitin', right? All of us cops. We know he's watchin'.
[door opens and footsteps fade]
! This one was posted on the 4th and it's a conversation between Barhyte and McCree. Just go back to the gpdiad.com site, log in as Barhyte again, and click on the link below the first feed. Here's the transcription:[Barhyte] Let's see here...your record has a note that you were hit pretty hard with the fear toxin. Says you've got signs of anxiety disorder: nightmares, flashes of rage...
[McCree] Yeah, yeah. I can handle it.
[Barhyte] Well, we can talk about that with the DA.
[McCree] Don't pretend you're making me any deals. You don't care about me.
[Barhyte] Hey, I've got a dead cop. You think I don't care?
[McCree] You guys in Internal Affairs, you know what you are? You're the guys in grade school who got to be hall monitors. You'd rather side with the teacher and the principal than with your own.
[Barhyte] Hey, somebody's got to watch.
[McCree] And someone's got to pick up the garbage too. Oh...shouldn't have said that.
[Barhyte] It's okay.
[McCree] No. Cause garbageman is honest work. [pause] I...I got a kid. He's only a couple years younger than Gina Tortericci. I've got her picture cut out of the newspaper and clipped to the visor of my squad car. Can't sleep. Get home at night, I turn on the TV and drink until I can sleep. Except, even then I can't. We..we all come into this job wantin' to do good. We all become cops, wantin' to make things better.
[Barhyte] So what happens?
[McCree] It's the job. It's the damn job. If we all come in wantin' to do right, how else do you explain it? I miss my kid's basketball game, because I'm on duty. I miss Thanksgiving dinner because I'm on duty. My kid gets a chance to go to basketball camp but...but there ain't no way we can afford it. I'm missing Thanksgiving dinner to haul junkies to the ER, but when my wife tells me that my kid has been offered a trip to basketball camp over spring break, I gotta say no. The junkie doesn't think I'm a hero, and my wife and my kid hate that I'm never home. And then, a little cash falls in my lap. And I can come home and say, "Here, send him to camp." I didn't wanna go to the House of Pies. You know how I felt? Blood money for that girl Gina. But I'd already said, "Yes," too many times. So I did. Cause that's what Gotham is like these days. It's a dark time. And no matter what you do, somebody's getting hurt. Now Karl's dead. Everybody's gonna talk about what a crooked cop Karl was. No one's gonna talk about the kids he coached. Now...I'm gonna go to prison. And I'm pretty sure my kid's going to end up missing basketball camp. All right, you got your confession. Get me a pad and a pen so I can write it out and then send in Dent. He's waitin', right? All of us cops. We know he's watchin'.
[door opens and footsteps fade]
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