I Know Why You Did It V for Vendetta
V: People should not be agape of their governments. Governments should exist afraid of their people.
Evey Hammond: My father was a writer. Y'all would've liked him. He used to say that artists utilize lies to tell the truth, while politicians utilise them to cover the truth up.
V: A man later my own heart.
[commencement lines]
Evey Hammond: [voiceover] Remember, recollect, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his proper name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. Merely who was he really? What was he similar? We are told to call back the idea, not the man, considering a man tin fail. He can be caught, he can exist killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an thought tin can even so change the earth. I've witnessed first hand the ability of ideas, I've seen people kill in the proper name of them, and dice defending them... just you lot cannot osculation an idea, cannot touch it, or hold information technology... ideas exercise not bleed, they practice not experience pain, they do not love... And information technology is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the 5th of Nov. A human being that I will never forget.
V: [Evey pulls out her mace] I can assure y'all I mean you no impairment.
Evey Hammond: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is simply the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey Hammond: Well I can encounter that.
V: Of course y'all can. I'yard not questioning your powers of observation; I'thousand merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey Hammond: Oh. Right.
V: Only on this well-nigh auspicious of nights, permit me so, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to advise the character of this dramatis persona.
V: Voilà ! In view, a apprehensive vaudevillian veteran, bandage vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, at present vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a past-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
[carves "V" into affiche on wall]
V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, non in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
V: [giggles]
V: Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers nigh verbose, so let me just add together that it's my very skillful honour to encounter you and you may phone call me 5.
Evey Hammond: Are y'all, similar, a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they volition say and then. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking?
Evey Hammond: I'm Evey.
V: Evey? E-V. Of course you are.
Evey Hammond: What does that mean?
V: Information technology means that I, similar God, do not play with die and exercise not believe in coincidence. Are you lot hurt?
V: ...A building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying information technology. Symbols are given power by people. Alone, a symbol is meaningless, but with enough people, blowing up a building can change the world.
V: I told you, only truth. For twenty years, I sought only this 24-hour interval. Nothing else existed... until I saw y'all. Then everything changed. I fell in dearest with you Evey. And to retrieve I no longer believed I could.
Evey Hammond: But I don't want you to die.
V: That's the most beautiful matter you could take ever given me.
Creedy: Defiant to the end, huh? You won't weep like him, will yous? You're not afraid of death. You're similar me.
V: The only thing that you lot and I have in common, Mr. Creedy, is we're both about to die.
Creedy: How do you imagine that's gonna happen?
V: With my hands effectually your cervix.
Creedy: Bollocks. Whatchya gonna do, huh? Nosotros've swept this place. Yous've got zippo. Nothing but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We have guns.
V: No, what you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty I'm no longer be standing, because if I am you'll all be dead earlier you've reloaded.
Creedy: That'south impossible. Kill him.
[the fingermen open up fire on V, only he even so stands after their magazines are empty]
Five: My turn.
[V proceeds to kill all fingermen with his knives before they manage to reload]
Creedy: [desperately shooting at the approaching Five] Dice! Dice! Why won't you lot die?... Why won't you die?
V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Below this mask there is an thought, Mr. Creedy. And ideas are bulletproof.
V: Practiced evening, London. Permit me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, capeesh the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the placidity of repetition. I enjoy them equally much as any gars. Simply in the spirit of celebration, whereby those of import events of the past, normally associated with someone'south death or the stop of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a dainty holiday, I idea we could mark this November the 5th, a solar day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a petty chat. At that place are of grade those who do non desire u.s. to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns volition shortly be on their manner. Why? Because while the truncheon may exist used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offering the ways to meaning, and for those who will mind, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where in one case yous had the freedom to object, to call up and speak as yous saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly in that location are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you lot demand only wait into a mirror. I know why yous did information technology. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the all-time of y'all, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you lot order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to terminate that silence. Final nighttime I destroyed the Erstwhile Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than than 4 hundred years ago a dandy citizen wished to embed the 5th of November forever in our retentiveness. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nada, if the crimes of this regime remain unknown to you, then I would propose you allow the 5th of November to laissez passer unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you lot would seek as I seek, then I inquire yous to stand beside me i year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of Nov that shall never, always be forgot.
[last lines]
Evey Hammond: No 1 volition ever forget that night and what information technology meant for this country. Simply I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.
V: Would you lot... dance with me?
Evey Hammond: Now? On the eve of your revolution?
V: A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having!
Gordon Deitrich: You article of clothing a mask for so long, yous forget who you were beneath it.
Valerie: I know at that place'due south no way I can convince yous this is not i of their tricks, but I don't care, I am me. My name is Valerie, I don't recall I'll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the simply autobiography I'll ever write, and god, I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985, I don't recall much of those early on years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother endemic a farm in Tuttlebrook, and she employ to tell me that god was in the rain. I passed my 11th lesson into girl's grammar; it was at schoolhouse that I met my kickoff girlfriend, her name was Sara. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that is was an boyish phase people outgrew. Sara did, I didn't. In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That twelvemonth I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my manus. My father wouldn't look at me, he told me to become and never come up back. My mother said nothing. Only I had only told them the truth, was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we actually accept. Information technology is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, nosotros are free. I'd always known what I wanted to practice with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my showtime film, "The Salt Flats". It was the nigh important role of my life, not because of my career, only because that was how I met Ruth. The start fourth dimension nosotros kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss whatsoever other lips but hers once again. Nosotros moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Cerise Carsons for me in our window box, and our identify always smelled of roses. Those were there best years of my life. But America's war grew worse, and worse. And somewhen came to London. Later that in that location were no roses anymore. Not for anyone. I call up how the meaning of words began to alter. How unfamiliar words like "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening. While things like Norse Fire and The Articles of Fidelity became powerful, I call back how unlike became dangerous. I yet don't understand information technology, why they hate us then much. They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me. It seems foreign that my life should finish in such a terrible place, only for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no ane. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but 1. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the merely thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never allow them take information technology from us. I hope that whoever you are, yous escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I promise most of all is that you empathise what I hateful when I tell you that even though I do not know you lot, and fifty-fifty though I may never meet you lot, laugh with y'all, cry with you lot, or kiss you. I love you lot. With all my heart, I honey you. -Valerie
Evey Hammond: [reads] Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici.
Five: [translates] By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe.
Evey Hammond: Personal motto?
V: From "Faust".
Evey Hammond: That's about trying to cheat the devil, isn't information technology?
V: It is.
Evey Hammond: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey Hammond: Well I can see that.
5: Of grade you can. I'g non questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey Hammond: [watching a news report about Prothero's decease] Five, yesterday I couldn't find my ID. Yous didn't accept it, did you?
V: Would you prefer a lie or the truth?
Evey Hammond: Did you have anything to practise with... that?
5: Yes, I killed him.
Evey Hammond: You...? Oh god.
V: You're upset.
Evey Hammond: I'yard upset? You lot just said you killed Lewis Prothero!
V: I might have killed the fingerman who attacked you, just I heard no objection then.
Evey Hammond: What?
V: Violence can be used for skillful.
Evey Hammond: What are you talking nigh?
V: Justice.
Evey Hammond: Oh. And are you going to kill more people?
V: Yes.
Five: [Quoting Macbeth from Macbeth Act I Scene 7] I cartel do all that may get a man; Who dares do more is none.
V: There are no coincidences, Delia... simply the illusion of coincidence.
V: [Disguised equally William Rookwood, meeting with Inspector Finch] Our story begins, as these stories often practise, with a young upwards-and-coming politico. He's a deeply religious man and a member of the bourgeois party. He is completely single-minded convictions and has no regard for the political procedure. Somewhen, his party launches a special projection in the proper noun of 'national security'. At commencement, information technology is believed to be a search for biological weapons and it is pursued regardless of its cost. However, the true goal of the project is power, complete and total hegemonic domination. The project, yet, ends violently... merely the efforts of those involved are not in vain, for a new ability to wage state of war is built-in from the blood of one of their victims. Imagine a virus - the about terrifying virus you tin, and so imagine that you and y'all lonely have the cure. But if your ultimate goal is power, how best to employ such a weapon? It is at this indicate in our story that along comes a spider. He is a homo seemingly without a censor; for whom the ends always justify the means and it is he who suggests that their target should not be an enemy of the land but rather the state itself. Three targets are called to maximize the effect of the attack: a schoolhouse, a tube station, and a h2o-handling institute. Several hundred die within the first few weeks. Until at last the true goal comes into view. Before the St. Mary's crunch, no one would have predicted the outcome of the elections. No one. But after the election, lo and behold, a miracle. Some believed that information technology was the work of God himself, but it was a pharmaceutical visitor controlled by certain party members made them all obscenely rich. But the true genius of the plan was the fear. A yr subsequently, several extremists are tried, found guilty, and executed while a memorial is built to canonize their victims. Fear became the ultimate tool of this government. And through it our politician was ultimately appointed to the newly created position of High Chancellor. The residual, every bit they say, is history.
Finch: Tin can you prove any of this?
V: Why do yous call back I'grand still alive?
Finch: Right. We'd like to take you into protective custody, Mr. Rookwood.
V: Oh, I'k certain you would. But if yous want that recording, you'll practise what I tell you to do. Put Creedy nether 24 hour surveillance. When I feel safe that he tin can't selection his nose without y'all knowing, I'll contact yous once more. Until then, goodbye.
Finch: Rookwood. Why didn't you come forward earlier? What were you waiting for?
V: For y'all, Inspector. I needed yous.
V: And thus I clothe my naked villainy / With old odd ends stolen forth from holy writ/And seem a saint when well-nigh I play the devil.
[quoting Shakespeare's Richard Three, Human action I Scene 3]
Finch: Who was he?
Evey Hammond: He was Edmond Dantés... and he was my male parent. And my mother... my brother... my friend. He was you... and me. He was all of united states.
V: In that location'due south no certainty - merely opportunity.
Finch: Ane matter is true of all governments - their most reliable records are tax records.
5: [Quoting Polonius from Shakespeare's Hamlet Deed three, Scene ane] We are oft to arraign in this, - / 'Tis too much proved - that with devotion'due south visage/ And pious action nosotros practise sugar o'er/ The devil himself.
Dominic: What do you recollect will happen?
Finch: What usually happens when people without guns stand up to people *with* guns.
V: It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto, in honor of the holiday that she seems to take taken from these parts, and in recognition of the impostor that stands in her stead. Tell me Evey, do yous know what mean solar day it is?
Evey Hammond: Um, November the 4th.
V: [midnight church bells ring] Non anymore. Remember, remember the 5th of November. The gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should e'er exist forgot.
V: The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain.
Evey Hammond: I don't even know what y'all actually await similar.
[Evey tries to remove V'due south mask]
V: [V stops her] Evey, please. There is a confront beneath this mask but it's not me. I'm no more than that face than I am the muscles beneath it or the bones beneath them.
Evey Hammond: I understand.
5: Thank you.
Evey Hammond: You lot were in the prison cell side by side to her. That'southward what it's all nearly... y'all're getting back at them for what they did to her... and to you.
V: What was done to me created me. It's a bones principle of the Universe that every action will create an equal and opposing reaction.
Evey Hammond: Is that how y'all meet information technology? Like an equation?
5: What was done to me was monstrous.
Evey Hammond: And they created a monster.
Valerie: I recollect how the meaning of words began to alter. How unfamiliar words similar "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening, while things similar Norsefire and the Articles of Fidelity became powerful. I think how "different" became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us and then much.
V: May I enquire as to how you lot have avoided detection?
Evey Hammond: A fake ID works amend than a Guy Fawkes mask.
V: [Five invites an unknowing Evey to join him in setting off a bomb] I'k a musician of sorts, and on my way to give a very special performance.
Evey Hammond: What kind of musician?
V: Percussion instruments are my speciality.
V: I, like God, practise not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence.
Evey Hammond: Where did you get all this stuff?
Five: Oh, here and there, generally from the Ministry of Objectionable Materials.
Evey Hammond: You stole them?
V: Oh, heavens, no. Stealing implies buying. Y'all tin can't steal from the censor; I simply reclaimed them.
Evey Hammond: God, if they ever detect this place...
V: I suspect if they do find this place, a few bits of art will be the to the lowest degree of my worries.
Guard: Look, all they want is i piffling slice of data. But give them something... anything.
Evey Hammond: Thank you... simply I'd rather die behind the chemical sheds.
Baby-sit: And then yous have no fear anymore. You lot're completely complimentary.
Finch: The problem is, he knows us better than nosotros know ourselves. That's why I went to Larkhill, last night.
Dominic: But that's exterior quarantine.
Finch: I had to come across it. There wasn't much left. But when I was there information technology was strange. I suddenly had this feeling that everything was connected. It's similar I could see the whole matter, ane long chain of events that stretched all the way back earlier Larkhill. I felt similar I could meet everything that happened, and everything that is going to happen. It was like a perfect pattern, laid out in front of me. And I realised we're all part of information technology, and all trapped by it.
Dominic: So do you know what'south gonna happen?
Finch: No, it was a feeling. Just I can guess. With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they exercise, things will turn nasty. And then Sutler will exist forced to do the only thing he knows how to do. At which point, all 5 needs to practice is continue his word. And then...
[Dominoes collapse with Telly footages showing conflicts between rioting citizens and the anti-anarchism police]
Delia Surridge: [Curtains are drawn dorsum, allowing moonlight to come in] It'south you, isn't it? You've come to kill me?
V: Aye.
Delia Surridge: Give thanks God.
Delia Surridge: After what happened. After what they did. I idea nearly killing myself. I knew that 1 day you'd come up for me. I didn't know what they were going to exercise. I swear to you. Read my journal.
V: What they did was only possible because of yous.
Delia Surridge: Oppenheimer was able to modify more than a class of a war. It changed the unabridged class of man history. Is it wrong to agree on to that kind of hope?
5: I've not come for what yous've hoped to do. I've come for what y'all did.
Delia Surridge: It's funny. I was given one of your roses today. I wasn't certain you were the terrorist until I saw it. What a foreign coincidence that I should be given i today.
Five: There are no coincidences, Delia. Only the illusion of coincidences.
[Holds up a rose]
V: I accept another rose and this one is for y'all.
Delia Surridge: [Delia accepts and surveys the rose] You're going to kill me now?
V: [Holds up a syringe] I killed you ten minutes ago... while you slept.
Delia Surridge: Is at that place any pain?
V: No.
Delia Surridge: Thank you. Is it meaningless to apologize?
V: [vocalism goes soft] Never...
Delia Surridge: I'thou and then sad.
[Delia slowly slumps backwards, into her pillow]
V: We're oft to blame, and this is likewise much proved, that with devotion'south visage and pious activity nosotros do sugar on the devil himself.
Baldy Fingerman: What does that mean?
Five: Spare the Rod.
V: [as "The Count of Monte Cristo" ends] Did you like it?
Evey Hammond: Yes. Only information technology made me feel sorry for Mercedes.
Five: Why?
Evey Hammond: Because he cared more about revenge than he did virtually her.
Evey Hammond: [watching a adult female anchor on Television receiver roofing Lewis Prothero's "adventitious death"] She's lying.
V: How practice y'all know?
Evey Hammond: She blinks a lot when she's reading a story she knows is false.
Evey Hammond: Are you similar a... crazy person?
V: I'm quite sure they volition say so.
V: [V enters Evey'due south field of vision equally she walks into the Shadow Gallery, directly from the prison house] Hello, Evey.
Evey Hammond: You. It was y'all.
V: [quietly] Yep.
Evey Hammond: [gestures behind her] That wasn't real... Is Gordon - ?
5: I'thou deplorable, but Mr. Deitrich'due south dead. I thought they'd arrest him, only when they institute a Koran in his house, they had him executed.
Evey Hammond: [whispers] Oh God...
V: Fortunately, I got to you lot before they did.
Evey Hammond: You got to me? You lot did this to me? You cut my hair? You tortured me? You tortured me! Why?
Five: You said you lot wanted to live without fear. I wish there'd been an easier way, simply in that location wasn't.
[Evey whispers, "Oh my God...?]
5: I know you may never forgive me... but nor will you understand how difficult it was for me to exercise what I did. Every mean solar day I saw in myself everything you encounter in me at present. Every twenty-four hour period I wanted to stop it, only each time you refused to give in, I knew I couldn't.
Evey Hammond: You're *ill*! You're *evil*!
V: *You* could've concluded it, Evey, you could've given in. But you didn't. Why?
Evey Hammond: Exit me alone! I *detest* yous!
V: That'due south information technology! Run across, at first I thought information technology was detest, too. Hate was all I knew, information technology built my earth, it imprisoned me, taught me how to swallow, how to drinkable, how to exhale. I thought I'd dice with all my hate in my veins. But and so something happened. It happened to me... just as it happened to you.
Evey Hammond: Shut upwards! I *don't* want to hear your lies!
V: Your own male parent said that artists utilise lies to tell the truth. Yeah, I created a lie. Only because you believed information technology, you found something true about yourself.
Evey Hammond: No.
V: What was true in that cell is just as true now. What you lot felt in there has cipher to do with me.
Evey Hammond: I tin't experience *annihilation* anymore!
5: Don't run from it, Evey. You've been running all your life.
Evey Hammond: [gasps] I can't... tin can't breathe. Asthma... asthma! When I was niggling...
[V reaches out his manus, Evey grabs information technology, they fall to the basis together]
V: Listen to me, Evey. This may be the most of import moment of your life. Commit to it.
[Evey continues sobbing]
V: They took your parents from you. They took your brother from yous.
[Evey groans]
V: They put you in a cell and took everything they could take except your life. And y'all believed that was all there was, didn't yous? The only thing you had left was your life, but information technology wasn't, was it?
[Evey sobs, "Oh delight...?]
V: Yous found something else. In that cell yous found something that mattered more to you than life. It was when they threatened to kill you unless you lot gave them what they wanted... yous told them you'd rather dice. You faced your death, Evey. You lot were calm. You were still.
[Evey continues gasping]
V: Endeavor to feel now what you felt then.
Evey Hammond: [breathes heavily] Oh God... I felt...
V: Yeah?
Evey Hammond: I'1000 dizzy. I need air. Please, I need to be exterior.
V: [fights with a conform of armor] Hah! Have that my fat metal friend!
Evey Hammond: Only why would you keep it?
Gordon Deitrich: I didn't accept to be Muslim to detect the images beautiful, or its poetry moving.
Valerie: It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible identify, but for iii years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the just matter in the world worth having. Nosotros must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER permit them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things go better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell yous that, fifty-fifty though I do not know you, and fifty-fifty though I may never run across y'all, laugh with you, cry with y'all, or kiss you lot, I love y'all. With all my heart, I beloved you. Valerie.
Sutler: I want this land to realize that we stand up on the edge of oblivion. I want every man, woman and child to understand how close we are to chaos. I desire everyone to call up why they need us!
5: No, what you lot have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty, I'm no longer continuing, considering if I am... you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.
Interrogator: I am instructed to inform y'all that you have been convicted by special tribunal and that unless y'all are ready to offering your cooperation y'all are to be executed. Do you understand what I'm telling you?
Evey Hammond: Yes.
Interrogator: Are you ready to cooperate?
Evey Hammond: No.
Interrogator: Very well. Escort Ms. Hammond back to her jail cell. Adjust a detail of six men and accept her out backside the chemical shed and shoot her.
Baby-sit: It'due south time.
Evey Hammond: I'one thousand fix.
Baby-sit: Expect all they want is i piddling piece of information, just requite them something, anything.
Evey Hammond: Thank yous, but I'd rather dice behind the chemical sheds.
Baby-sit: Then you have no fearfulness whatever more. You're completely complimentary.
Finch: If our own government was responsible for the deaths of almost a hundred grand people... would you really want to know?
Evey Hammond: Artists utilise lies to tell the truth, while politicians utilize them to comprehend the truth upwards.
5: [during his BTN broadcast] I thought we could mark this November the 5th a day that is, sadly, a day that is no longer remembered by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. At that place are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I doubtable fifty-fifty now, orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns volition soon be on their manner. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of chat, words volition e'er retain their ability. Words offer the means to pregnant, and, for those who will mind, the ennunciation of truth. And the truth is, in that location is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't in that location?
V: Wait! Here comes the crescendo!
[explosion and fireworks go off]
Lewis Prothero: Then I read that the former U.s.a. is so desperate for medical supplies that they have allegedly sent several containers filled with wheat and tobacco. A gesture, they said, of good will. You wanna know what I think? Well, you're listening to my bear witness, and so I will assume you do... I remember it's high time nosotros allow the colonies know what we really think of them. I remember its payback time for a little tea political party they threw for u.s. a few hundred years ago. I say we become down to those docks tonight and dump that crap where everything from the Ulcered Sphincter of Arse-erica belongs! Who'due south with me? Who's bloody with me?
[audition applauds]
Lewis Prothero: Did you lot like that? USA... Ulcered Sphincter of Arse-erica, I hateful what else can you lot say? Hither was a country that had everything, admittedly everything. And now, 20 years afterwards, is what? The world's biggest leper colony. Why? Godlessness. Let me say that again... Godlessness. It wasn't the war they started. Information technology wasn't the plague they created. It was Judgement. No i escapes their past. No one escapes Judgement. You think he's not up there? Yous think he's non watching over this state? How else can you explain it? He tested us, but we came through. We did what nosotros had to do. Islington. Enfield. I was there, I saw information technology all. Immigrants, Muslims, homosexuals, terrorists. Illness-ridden degenerates. They had to go. Strength through unity. Unity through organized religion. I'k a God-fearing Englishman and I'm goddamn proud of it!
V: More than than 400 years ago a great denizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our retentivity. His promise was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and liberty are more than words; they are perspectives. So if yous've seen zero, if the crimes of this regime remain unknown to you, then I would suggest you let the 5th of November to pass unmarked. But if you lot see what I see, if yous feel every bit I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, so I ask y'all to stand beside me, one yr from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together nosotros shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot!
V: Is that what you actually think, or what they would desire you to recollect?
Evey Hammond: [V has taken her to the shrine dedicated to Valerie Folio] She was real! She's beautiful. Did you know her?
V: No. She wrote the letter simply before she died, and I delieverd the letter of the alphabet to you equally it had been delivered to me.
Evey Hammond: Then information technology really happened, didn't it?
Evey Hammond: [takes a bite of the breakfast 5 cooked] It'southward delicious! God, I haven't had real butter since I was a little girl! Where did you get information technology?
V: A government supply train on its mode to Chancellor Sutler.
Evey Hammond: You lot stole this from Chancellor Sutler?
Five: Yes.
Evey Hammond: You're insane!
Finch: Why are you lot doing this?
Evey Hammond: Considering he was right.
Finch: About what?
Evey Hammond: That this country needs more than a building right now. Information technology needs hope.
Sutler: [histrion on Deitrich'south show] Ah! Warm milk, in that location'southward nothing better.
Gordon Deitrich: I empathise you enjoy a drinking glass every night, chancellor.
Sutler: [the real chancellor watches, belongings a glass of milk] Since I was a male child.
Five: [Quoting Viola from Twelfth Nighttime Act I Scene 2] Conceal me what I am, and be my aid For such disguise equally haply shall get The form of my intent.
Valerie: It seems strange that my life should stop in such a terrible place, merely for three years I had roses, and apologized to no 1.
Sutler: What nosotros demand correct at present is a clear message to the people of this land. This message must be read in every newspaper, heard on every radio, seen on every boob tube... I want *everyone* to *recollect*, why they *demand* us!
Five: [referring to his jukebox after Evey has told him that she'southward leaving] There are 872 songs on here. I've listened to them all... merely I've never danced to any of them.
Evey Hammond: Did y'all hear me?
Five: Yes.
Evey Hammond: I tin can't stay here.
V: I know.
Evey Hammond: I wish I believed that was possible. Just every time I've seen this globe alter, it's e'er been for the worse.
Creedy: [V has simply made a deal with Creedy] Why should I trust you?
Five: Because it'due south the only way you're ever going to stop me!
Evey Hammond: I can't stay here.
Five: I know. Well, you won't observe whatsoever more than locked doors here.
Evey Hammond: I wish I wasn't afraid *all* the fourth dimension, but... I *am*.
Evey Hammond: [property out Valerie'south letter] I thought nearly keeping this, but it didn't seem right, knowing you wrote information technology.
V: [takes the letter, then:] I didn't.
Evey Hammond: [later V leads Evey up to an empty rooftop, promising her an orchestra] I don't see any instruments.
V: Your powers of observation keep to serve you well.
Five: The time has come for me to meet my maker and to repay him in kind for all that he's done.
Lilliman: Oh please, have mercy!
V: Oh, not tonight Bishop... not tonight!
5: It's my home. I call information technology the Shadow Gallery.
V: I'm afraid that won't work either. Now, you have to understand, Evey. I don't want this for either of us, but I couldn't come across any other style. You were unconscious, and I had to make a decision. If I had left y'all there, correct now, y'all'd be in one of Creedy's interrogation cells. They'd imprison you, torture you lot, and, in all probability, kill you lot in the pursuit of finding me. After what you did, I couldn't let that happen, so I picked you up and carried yous to the only place I knew yous'd exist safe: here, to my dwelling house.
5: [V interrupts the iii policemen about to rape Evey, whips out a dagger, and quoting the sergeant from Macbeth Deed I Scene 2] "The multiplying villainies of nature exercise swarm upon him
[skips four lines from the original Shakespeare]
V: disdaining fortune/with his brandish'd steel, which smoked with encarmine execution...?
Valerie: They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me.
Sutler: Every twenty-four hour period, gentlemen. Every twenty-four hour period that brings us closer to November. Every day that man remains gratuitous is one more failure. 347 days, gentlemen. 347 failures!
Creedy: Chancellor, we do not have the adequate force...
Sutler: [shouts] Nosotros are being buried beneath the avalanche of your inadequacies, Mr. Creedy!
BTN News Poppet: At present, this is only an initial report, merely at this time, it's believed that during this heroic raid, the terrorist was shot and killed.
Picayune Glasses Girl: Bollocks.
Fiddling Glasses Girl: [camera follows many BFC trucks delivering packages to front doors all over London] I'll get information technology.
BFC courier: [at Finch'south door] Eric Finch?
Finch: Aye.
Finch: [opens box: One of Five's Guy Fawkes masks is within, forth with a spare costume] Encarmine hell...
Finch: [at police HQ] How many went out?
Dominic: So far we count 8 box cars: several hundred *thousand* at least.
Finch: Christ.
Sutler: [cutting to shot of niggling girl playing in street wearing Five'south costume] I want anyone caught with one of those masks arrested!
Convenience Store 5: [human being wearing a 5 mask is robbing a convenience store] Give me the coin! Give me the fucking money!
Dominic: [police HQ: all phones are ringing off the claw] We're under siege here, the whole urban center's gone mad!
Finch: [dawning realization] This is exactly what he wants.
Dominic: What?
Convenience Store 5: Anarchy in the UK!
[fires gun into air]
Finch: Anarchy.
V: You did what you thought was right.
V: At terminal, we finally run across. I have something for you lot, Chancellor; a farewell gift. For all the things you lot've washed, for the things you might take done, and for the only thing you lot have left.
[V places a ruby-red carson on Sutler's lapel]
V: Good-bye, Chancellor. Mr. Creedy...
[Creedy points his gun at Sutler, Sutler whimpers in fear]
Creedy: Icky.
[Creedy shoots Sutler]
[Prothero is showering, while watching his own television rant about the terrorist 5]
Lewis Prothero: [on television] I'll tell you what I wish. I wish I had been in that location! I wish I had the chance for a contiguous. Just one chance, that's all I'd need!
[V breaks into Prothero's home]
Sutler: Gentlemen, I want this terrorist found... and I want him to understand what *terror* really ways.
Sutler: My fellow Englishmen: tonight our country, that which we stand for, and all nosotros hold dear, faces a grave and terrible threat. This violent and unparalleled assault on our security will not go undefended... or unpunished. Our enemy is an insidious one, seeking to split up us and destroy the very foundation of our bully nation. Tonight, we must remain steadfast. Nosotros must remain determined. But most of all, we must remain united. Those caught this night in violation of curfew will exist considered in league with our enemy and prosecuted as a terrorist without leniency or exception. Tonight, I give you lot my virtually solemn vow: that justice volition be swift, it will exist righteous, and it will be without mercy.
Evey Hammond: [telling Five about her experiences after she left him] I worried about myself for a while... but then ane day I was a market and a friend, someone I'd worked with at the BTN, got in line behind me. I was so nervous that when the cashier asked me for my coin, I dropped it. My friend picked it up and handed it to me. She looked at me correct in the eyes... didn't recognize me.
[suspension]
Evey Hammond: I judge whatever you did to me worked ameliorate than I imagined.
Sutler: This night, I will speak directly to these people and make the state of affairs perfectly clear to them. The security of this nation depends on complete and full compliance. This night, any protester, any instigator or agitator, will exist fabricated example of!
Dascomb: [clearing his throat] Chancellor, there is a contingency that has non been addressed.
Sutler: And what is that, Mr. Dascomb?
Dascomb: Should the terrorist succeed...?
Sutler: He won't.
Dascomb: I understand that it is highly unlikely, but if he does...?
Sutler: If he does, and something happens to that building, the only thing that will change, the only difference that it will make, is that tomorrow morning, instead of a newspaper, I will exist reading Mr. Creedy'south resignation!
Patricia: You think people will buy this?
Dascomb: Why not? This is the BTN. Our job is to report the news, not fabricate it. That'south the government's job.
Valerie: I know at that place'southward no way I can convince you this is not ane of their tricks, but I don't care. I am me. My proper noun is Valerie. I don't recall I'll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone near my life. This is the only autobiography that I will ever write and God, I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was built-in in Nottingham in 1985. I don't remember much of those early years, only I do recollect the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottle Beck and she used to tell me that God was in the pelting. I passed my 11 Plus and went to girls' grammar. Information technology was at schoolhouse that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought nosotros would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling united states of america that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sarah did. I didn't. In 2002, I savage in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have washed it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't await at me. He told me to become and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I'd only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so niggling, but it is all we really have. Information technology is the very terminal inch of u.s.a.. But within that inch we are free. I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life and in 2015 I starred in my first flick, The Salt Flats. Information technology was the most important function of my life. Not because of my career, only because that was how I met Ruth. The kickoff time we kissed I knew I never wanted to buss whatsoever other lips but hers again. Nosotros moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box and our place always smelt of roses. Those were the best years of my life.
Five: Sutler tin no longer trust you lot, can he, Mr. Creedy? And we both know why. Afterwards I destroy Parliament, his simply gamble will be to offer them someone else. Some other piece of meat. And who will that be? You, Mr. Creedy. A man every bit smart every bit you has probably considered this. A man as smart as you probably has a plan. That plan is the reason Sutler no longer trusts yous. It's the reason why you're being watched right now, why there are optics and ears in every room of this business firm and a tap on every telephone.
Creedy: Bollocks.
V: Oh, a man every bit smart every bit you lot, I call back, knows otherwise.
Creedy: What do you want?
V: Sutler. Come now, Mr. Creedy, yous knew this was coming. You knew that i day, it'd be you or him. That's why Sutler's been kept underground, for "security purposes". That'southward why there are several of your men close to Sutler. Men that could be counted on. All yous have to do is say the discussion.
Creedy: What do I get out of this deal?
Five: Me.
[Five offers him a piece of chalk]
V: If you have, put an "x" on your front door.
Creedy: Why should I trust you lot?
V: 'Cause information technology's the only manner y'all're ever going to cease me.
Creedy: Not so funny now is information technology, funny man?
[Finch looks out his window on the morning of November 4]
Finch: Tonight'due south your big night. Are you lot ready for it?... Are nosotros ready for it?
V: I promise you it will be like nothing you have e'er seen.
Five: [Evey has returned to the Shadow gallery on the evening of November 4th] May I enquire as to how you escaped detection?
Evey Hammond: A false ID works better than a Guy Fawkes mask.
Lewis Prothero: [on Television screen] This then called V and his accomplice Evey Hammond, neo-demagogues spouting their message of hate, a delusional and aberrant vocalism...
Lewis Prothero: Aberrant and abhorrent!
Lewis Prothero: [on TV screen] delivering a terrorist'due south ultimatum...
Lewis Prothero: Traitor!
Lewis Prothero: [on TV screen] An ultimatum that was met with swift, surgically precise justice!
Lewis Prothero: No mercy!
Lewis Prothero: [on Goggle box screen] The moral of this story ladies and gentleman is...
Lewis Prothero: [turns off Goggle box] Good guys win, bad guys lose, and as always, England prevails!
Delia Surridge: May 23rd. My commencement batch of subjects arrived today, and I take to admit that I am very excited. This could be the dawn of a new age. Nuclear ability is meaningless in a earth where a virus can impale an unabridged population and leave its wealth intact...
Creedy: Now that'south done with. It'south fourth dimension to have a look at your face up. Have off your mask.
5: No.
Evey Hammond: No. I shouldn't accept washed that. I must take been out of my mind.
V: Y'all said they were looking for you. If they know where you piece of work, they certainly know where you lot alive.
Valerie: Merely America's war grew worse and worse and eventually it came to London. After that at that place were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.
Fred: [as V enters the TV station] Yous show me ID, or I'll get Storm Saxon on your ass.
Fred: [V opens upwardly his coat and shows a bomb strapped to his chest] Fucking hell.
Gordon Deitrich: [about his TV show] We threw out the conscience-approved script and shot a new one that I wrote this morning time.
Evey Hammond: [dumbfounded] Oh, my God...
[Evey gulps her champagne as the Goggle box camera pans over the clapping audition, revealing soldiers aiming shotguns; Evey chokes]
Five: At that place is no court in this country for men like Prothero.
Dascomb: Do yous take whatever idea how long it would take to rebuild this facility?
Finch: Do y'all have any idea what you're doing?
Interrogator: Practise you know why you're here, Evey Hammond?
Evey Hammond: No please...
Interrogator: Y'all've been formally charged with 3 counts of murder, the bombing of authorities property, conspiracy to commit terrorism, treason, and sedition. The penalty for which is death by firing squad. You take one chance and only i chance to save your life. Yous must tell u.s. the identity or whereabouts of codename V. If your information leads to his capture, you will be released from this facility immediately. Do you lot empathize what I'1000 telling yous? You tin can return to your life, Miss Hammond. All you have to practise is cooperate.
[pause]
Interrogator: Process her.
Delia Surridge: May 27th. Commander Prothero toured the lab with a priest, Male parent Lilliman, who I was told is here to monitor for rules and rights violations. It made me nervous, but the commander assured me there wouldn't be a problem.
Delia Surridge: June 2d. I kept wondering if these people knew how they might be helping their country, if they would human activity any differently. They're so weak and pathetic. They never wait you in the eye. I find myself antisocial them.
Delia Surridge: Baronial the 18th. Of the original four dozen, over 75 percent are now deceased. No controllable pattern has yet emerged.
Lewis Prothero: [talking to Roger Dascombe on the telephone] There will be no negotiation, Roger. When I arrive in the morning, the paddy will be gone. I'g looking at the tape correct now, and he has no idea how to calorie-free me! My nose looks like Big freaking Ben!
[gets very angry and shouts to Dascombe on the phone]
Lewis Prothero: Mind to me, you bleeding sod, England prevails considering I say it does! And then does every lazy bum on this prove, and that includes you lot! Observe another DOP, or find yourself another job!
[hangs upward the telephone]
Dominic: [Seeing Creedy arroyo, to Finch] Crease upwardly, here comes a finger.
Evey Hammond: I won't tell anyone, I swear. You know you lot can trust me.
V: I'one thousand deplorable, but I tin can't take that gamble.
Tweed Coat Fingerman: By lord's day-up if you're non the sorriest slice of ass in all'a London... yous'll certainly be the sorest!
Finch: Who was he?
Evey: He was Edmond Dantes, and he was my father and my mother, my brother, my friend. He was you and me. He was all of us.
Evey Hammond: I remember them arguing at night. Mum wanted to leave the country. Dad refused. He said if we ran away, they would win. Win, like it was a game.
Evey Hammond: You mean, later what you've done? God, what have I washed? I Maced that detective. Why did I do that?
Evey Hammond: I can't believe you scout that shit.
Fred: What? Laser Lass is bangin'.
Sutler: Spare u.s. your professional annotations, Mr. Finch. They are irrelevant.
Evey Hammond: Simply I don't even know where this is. Nosotros could be anywhere.
Patricia: I need two espressos and 3 coffees from downstairs.
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