I don't know if I can protect you on this one.
Harvey Dent. You are under arrest.
Your father thought he was above the law. Throwing acid in people's faces. It's time you learned you're not.
You wear your funny clothes and your long hair. You call honest cops "pigs." You sneer at everything -- family, religion, country. And what do you have to offer? Bad music, drugs, and a talent for sitting on your butts. You don't produce anything anyone needs -- food, shelter, security. If it weren't for the people you ridicule, you'd starve. If it were up to me, I'd let you die in the streets and be collected with the trash.
The big moments are sometimes quiet. No lightning, no thunder, no howling wind -- the mist on my face wasn't even cold. Nothing spectacular at all. Just a quiet moment that changed everything. I realized that the system wasn't working. The system wasn't working. That meant my life wasn't working. I'd have to go outside the law.
This morning I informed Mayor Dickerson of my intention to retire. As of midnight, after over twenty years, I'll no longer be a cop. [...] There's one more thing I want to say. Each of you has honored me with your service. Each of you has made me proud.
I need you to do something. It's not an easy thing. It's something where, if you're caught, I'll deny I asked you to do it.
They traded everything they owned for a trip into darkness. They're some of the worst this city has to offer--but I'm still not sure they deserved this.
Partners are equals, Batman! When have you ever treated me like your equal? Partners, for example, thell you their plans! They keep you informed! And they sure as hell don't walk out on you in the middle of a sentence!-- If I wanted to know who you were, I could have discovered it ten years ago. And for all you know, maybe I did. Maybe I do.
I know you're not Batman--not the one who's looked out for this city! Not the one I know!
This might not be the time to say it... but there might never be time again -- I hate this city -- the crime and corruption and the filth and the subway and the crowds! But... I love it, too. It's part of me, the way it's part of you. If Gotham dies, they might as well bury me with her. There've been a lot of regrets in my life, Batman. But there's one thing I won't ever regret -- that you and I fought in the same war.
I know crime better than almost any man in this city. Criminalize people, and they'll act like criminals. Tell them they're killers, they'll become killers. When people are sick, they need treatment, and help, and understanding.
Yes. I'm saying we incite people -- bad people, degenerates, to kill each other. Yes, once upon a time, that was illegal. But once upon a time, we were part of the United States of America, living under its laws and its justice system. Now we're not. There's no law. But we can still have order -- if we impose it. And we will impose it, because it's our city, and we want to live in an ordered society. We're going to take back this city -- because we think it's worth saving.
Was it worth it, Batman?
Why? Over the years, I've often asked myself the same question. The man has almost a maniacal drive to save innocent lives and punish criminals. I've no real idea what drives him so. But I have my suspicions... no proof... only speculations... But I'll tell you one thing. I'm sure glad he's on our side.
I've known him from the start, from the first days he showed in Gotham. I've seen him in action. Spoken to him. Shaken his hand more than once. If that was different men, then I've been in the wrong line of work for all these years. - Certanly he's been a friend to this city. Sometimes a better friend than I think she deserves.
He's the only man I've ever wanted to see dead. No, more than dead. I wanted him to suffer a long and painful death. I've wanted to wipe that lousy grin off his face so long now that it actually hurts!
The world's such a big place when you're a kid. You can go anywhere -- be anyone -- do anything you can dream. You'll be a pop star, or a spaceman, or a hero, and all your futures are golden. Then you grow. And, almost unnoticed, all your choices start to die. Five years old? You'll never be the Gerber Baby. Eleven? Too late to be a world-class gymnast. And you grow. You get a career, and a family, and a life. Then you're on a road you can't get off, and with every day the golden glow gets dimmer. But when you're a kid, you're magic. You can do anything. Then one day, you realize the infinite has compacted into the inevitable -- you've used up all your choices. The road ahead is straight, and short, and very dark.
If it's still him, he's changed. He took Bane down, but he didn't survive the encounter... not as the same man.
The whole city's become a threat to their lives--danger and death bound in every brick of every bulding.
We are the only people in this free nation who have the power to deprive a citizen of their freedom; of their liberty... The only people with the authority to hold another against their will.
No offense, but I don't like the fact that this is becoming a habit--You and I staring down at the helpless victim of some damn lunatic!
Look, I have no regrets for being part of this...campaign of yours. We both want the same results--to see Gotham cleaned of what ails it. It's just...our methods that differ. I've also got no illusions that what you do is vitally necessary...and effective. But I can't sneak around in the shadows like this anymore. That's your path...not mine.
No -- Gotham doesn't die -- not on MY watch!
There are certain things that have always gone unsaid between us...certain suspicions I've never been able to prove. But we both know you're no traitor...
Sure, maybe Batman cut a little red tape here and there but he did nothing any other cop on the force couldn't have done and should have done...including me.
The man's a total psychopath. And like all psychopaths he's true to his fantasy.
You want to play games with me, fine, Harvey... don't expect me to like it.
...We're the police, we protect, and it doesn't matter who was here during NML and who wasn't. Am I clear?
This is a sick world sometimes. That isn't your fault.
The snow always makes me restless -- the way it buries everything. All I can think about is the footprint in the alley filling with white. The cotton thread on the windowsill loosening with every icy drip. Clues lost. They come at me in winter, the unsolved ones. The ones I couldn't crack.
Do you ever feel like... like the more good you do or try to do for people ou there, for strangers, the more the ones close to you, the ones you love, get hurt? I don't mean in general. I mean here. In Gotham. I'm not talking about the people. I'm talking about the bricks. The stone. The damn bedrock. There are times I feel a dark heart down there, Dick. A dark, malformed heart. Beating and beating.
So much we'll never understand. It's as if our authority ends at Gate Street.
Gotham has always been a city that accepts change -- that moves forward. The older you get, the harder it is to think that way. I don't want to say it aloud, but I know the truth. Time to move forward. Stacy -- Light the candle.