From the script:
Blake: These men, locked up in Blackgate for eight years, denied parole under the Dent Act. Based on a lie.
Gordon: A lie to keep a city from burning to the ground. Gotham needed a hero, someone to believe in -
Blake: Not as much as it does now. But you betrayed everything you stood for.
Gordon: There’s a point. Far out there. When the structures fail you. When the rules aren’t weapons anymore, they’re shackles, letting the bad get ahead. Maybe one day you’ll have such a moment of crisis. And in that moment, I hope you have a friend like I did! To plunge their hands into the filth so you can keep yours clean!
Blake: Your hands look pretty filthy to me, Commissioner.
Blake: These men, locked up in Blackgate for eight years, denied parole under the Dent Act. Based on a lie.
Gordon: A lie to keep a city from burning to the ground. Gotham needed a hero, someone to believe in -
Blake: Not as much as it does now. But you betrayed everything you stood for.
Gordon: There’s a point. Far out there. When the structures fail you. When the rules aren’t weapons anymore, they’re shackles, letting the bad get ahead. Maybe one day you’ll have such a moment of crisis. And in that moment, I hope you have a friend like I did! To plunge their hands into the filth so you can keep yours clean!
Blake: Your hands look pretty filthy to me, Commissioner.