McCree confession
Contents
Interrogation
December 4, 2007
On the Gpdiad.com audio feed webpage, an additional file was archived by the department after the botched December 1 sting operation at Betty's House of Pies. This file was audio of Det. Sgt. Jason McCree confessing to Officer Glenn Barhyte to taking bribes, while expressing his mistrust of Harvey Dent.
Audio and transcript
Barhyte: Let's see here...your record has a note that you were hit pretty hard with the fear toxin. Hmmm 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]
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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