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V: [Evey pulls out her mace] I can assure you I mean you no harm.
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.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation; I'm merely remarking
upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey Hammond: Oh. Right.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace
sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
V: Voil! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast 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, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-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 poster on wall]
V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not 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 most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my
very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey Hammond: Are you, like, a crazy person?
V: I am quite sure they will say so. 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: It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence. Are you
hurt?
V: People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their
people.
[after a hail of gunfire doesn't stop V]
Creedy: Die! Die! Why won't you die?... Why won't you die?
V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy,
and ideas are bulletproof.
V: Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many
of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the
tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of
commemoration, whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with
someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I
thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by
taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course
those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into
telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon
may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the
means to meaning, and for those who will listen, 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 once you had the freedom to object, to think and
speak as you 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 there 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 need only look into a mirror. I know
why you did it. 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 best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor,
Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return
was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I
destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four
hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our
memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than
words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government
remain unknown to you, then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass
unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek,
then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and
together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
Evey Hammond: [voiceover] Remember, remember, 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 name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to
blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to
remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed
and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand
the power of ideas, I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them... but
you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain,
they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me
remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.
V: I told you, only truth. For 20 years, I sought only this day. Nothing else existed... until I
saw you. Then everything changed. I fell in love with you Evey. And to think I no longer
believed I could.
Evey Hammond: But I don't want you to die.
V: That's the most beautiful thing you could have ever given me.
Evey Hammond: [reads] Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici.
V: [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 it?
V: It is.
V: But again, truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty you need only look into a mirror.
V: What was done to me was monstrous.
Evey Hammond: And they created a monster.
V: ...A building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it. Symbols are given power by
people. Alone, a symbol is meaningless, but with enough people, blowing up a building can
change the world.
[last lines]
Evey Hammond: No one will ever forget that night and what it meant for this country. But I
will never forget the man and what he meant to me.
V: And thus I clothe my naked villainy / With old odd ends stolen forth from holy writ/And
seem a saint when most I play the devil.
[quoting Shakespeare's Richard III, Act I Scene 3]
Creedy: Defiant to the end, huh? You won't cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of death.
You're like me.
V: The only thing that you and I have in common, Mr. Creedy, is we're both about to die.
here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile,
but it is the only thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We
must never let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I
hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you
understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though
I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my
heart, I love you. -Valerie
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.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking
upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
V: [Quoting Polonius from Shakespeare's Hamlet Act 3, Scene 1] We are oft to blame in this,
- / 'Tis too much proved - that with devotion's visage/ And pious action we do sugar o'er/ The
devil himself.
V: It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto, in honor of the holiday that she seems
to have taken from these parts, and in recognition of the impostor that stands in her stead. Tell
me Evey, do you know what day it is?
Evey Hammond: Um, November the 4th.
V: [midnight church bells ring] Not anymore. Remember, remember the 5th of November.
The gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should
ever be forgot.
Delia Surridge: You've come to kill me, haven't you?
V: Yes.
Delia Surridge: Thank God.
Evey Hammond: What is that you're making?
Gordon Deitrich: We call it "eggie in the basket". My mum used to make them.
Evey Hammond: This is weird.
Gordon Deitrich: What?
Evey Hammond: The first morning I was with him, he made me eggs just like this.
Gordon Deitrich: Really?
them all obscenely rich. But the true genius of the plan was the fear. A year later, 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 rest, as they say,
is history.
Finch: Can you prove any of this?
V: Why do you think I'm still alive?
Finch: Right. We'd like to take you into protective custody, Mr. Rookwood.
V: Oh, I'm sure you would. But if you want that recording, you'll do what I tell you to do. Put
Creedy under 24 hour surveillance. When I feel safe that he can't pick his nose without you
knowing, I'll contact you again. Until then, cheerio.
Finch: Rookwood. Why didn't you come forward before? What were you waiting for?
V: For you, Inspector. I needed you.
V: I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence.
Finch: Who was he?
Evey Hammond: He was Edmond Dants... and he was my father. And my mother... my
brother... my friend. He was you... and me. He was all of us.
Finch: Why are you doing this?
Evey Hammond: Because he was right.
Finch: About what?
Evey Hammond: That this country needs more than a building right now. It needs hope.
Evey Hammond: Are you a Muslim?
Gordon Deitrich: No. I'm in television.
Evey Hammond: Are you like a... crazy person?
V: I'm quite sure they will say so.
Interrogator: I am instructed to inform you that you have been convicted by special tribunal
and that unless you are ready to offer your cooperation you are to be executed. Do you
understand what I'm telling you?
Evey Hammond: Yes.
Interrogator: Are you ready to cooperate?
Sutler: [the real chancellor watches, holding a glass of milk] Since I was a boy.
Evey Hammond: [after V leads Evey up to an empty rooftop, promising her an orchestra] I
don't see any instruments.
V: Your powers of observation continue to serve you well.
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Valerie: But America's war grew worse and worse and eventually it came to London. After
that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.
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.
V: At last, we finally meet. I have something for you, Chancellor; a farewell gift. For all the
things you've done, for the things you might have done, and for the only thing you have left.
[V places a scarlet carson on Sutler's lapel]
V: Good-bye, Chancellor. Mr. Creedy...
Creedy: [leveling his pistol at Sutler's head] Disgusting.
[Creedy shoots Sutler]
[Finch looks out his window on the morning of November 4]
Finch: Tonight's your big night. Are you ready for it?... Are we ready for it?
Evey Hammond: Is everything a joke to you, Gordon?
Gordon Deitrich: Only the things that matter.
Evey Hammond: [takes a bite of the breakfast V cooked] It's delicious! God, I haven't had
real butter since I was a little girl! Where did you get it?
V: A government supply train on its way to Chancellor Sutler.
Evey Hammond: You stole this from Chancellor Sutler?
V: Yes.
Evey Hammond: You're insane!
Gordon Deitrich: I am V. At last you know the truth. You're stunned, I know. It's hard to
believe, isn't it, that beneath this wrinkled, well-fed exterior there lies a dangerous killing
machine with a fetish for Fawkesian masks. Viva la revolucin!
Evey Hammond: That is not funny, Gordon.
Gordon Deitrich: You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.
Dascomb: Do you have any idea how long it would take to rebuild this facility?
Finch: Do you have any idea what you're doing?
V: [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. There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect
even now, orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their
way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will
always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and, for those who will listen,
the ennunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country,
isn't there?
Creedy: [V has just made a deal with Creedy] Why should I trust you?
V: Because it's the only way you're ever going to stop me!
V: [Quoting Macbeth from Macbeth Act I Scene 7] I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
V: [Quoting Viola from Twelfth Night Act I Scene 2] Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
For such disguise as haply shall become The form of my intent.
Evey Hammond: I can't feel *anything* anymore!
Lewis Prothero: Strength through unity! Unity through faith!
Lewis Prothero: [shouting into phone] England prevails because *I* say it does!
Evey Hammond: Does it have a happy ending?
V: As only celluloid can deliver.
Evey Hammond: OK. Put the sword away.
Valerie: It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I
had roses, and apologized to no one.
Lewis Prothero: You... it is you!
V: The Ghost of Christmas past.
BTN News Poppet: Now, this is only an initial report, but at this time, it's believed that during
this heroic raid, the terrorist was shot and killed.
Little Glasses Girl: Bollocks.
Lilliman: Oh please, have mercy!
Sutler: Gentlemen, I want this terrorist found... and I want him to understand what *terror*
really means.
Sutler: I want this country to realize that we stand on the edge of oblivion. I want everyone to
remember *why* they need us!
Finch: If our own government was responsible for the deaths of almost a hundred thousand
people... would you really want to know?
Evey Hammond: I wish I wasn't afraid *all* the time, but... I *am*.
V: Certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held
accountable.
V: [V interrupts the three policemen about to rape Evey, whips out a dagger, and quoting the
sergeant from Macbeth Act I Scene 2] "The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon
him
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V: disdaining fortune/with his brandish'd steel, which smoked with bloody execution...?
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Evey Hammond: Where did you get all this stuff?
V: Oh, here and there, mostly from the Ministry of Objectionable Materials.
Evey Hammond: You stole them?
V: Oh, heavens, no. Stealing implies ownership. You can't steal from the censor; I merely
reclaimed them.
Evey Hammond: God, if they ever find this place...
V: I suspect if they do find this place, a few bits of art will be the least of my worries.
Evey Hammond: I can't believe you watch that shit.
Fred: What? Laser Lass is bangin'.
Fred: [as V enters the TV station] You show me ID, or I'll get Storm Saxon on your ass.
Fred: [V opens up his coat and shows a bomb strapped to his chest] Fucking hell.
Sutler: Spare us your professional annotations, Mr. Finch. They are irrelevant.
V: [fights with a suit of armor] Hah! Take that my fat metal friend!
Sutler: My fellow Englishmen: tonight our country, that which we stand for, and all we 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 divide us
and destroy the very foundation of our great nation. Tonight, we must remain steadfast. We
must remain determined. But most of all, we must remain united. Those caught tonight in
violation of curfew will be considered in league with our enemy and prosecuted as a terrorist
without leniency or exception. Tonight, I give you my most solemn vow: that justice will be
swift, it will be righteous, and it will be without mercy.
V: Sutler can no longer trust you, can he, Mr. Creedy? And we both know why. After I
destroy Parliament, his only chance will be to offer them someone else. Some other piece of
meat. And who will that be? You, Mr. Creedy. A man as smart as you has probably considered
this. A man as smart as you probably has a plan. That plan is the reason Sutler no longer
trusts you. It's the reason why you're being watched right now, why there are eyes and ears in
every room of this house and a tap on every phone.
Creedy: Bollocks.
V: Oh, a man as smart as you, I think, knows otherwise.
Creedy: What do you want?
V: Sutler. Come now, Mr. Creedy, you knew this was coming. You knew that one day, it'd be
you or him. That's why Sutler's been kept underground, for "security purposes". That's why
there are several of your men close to Sutler. Men that could be counted on. All you have to
do is say the word.
Creedy: What do I get out of this deal?
V: Me.
[V offers him a piece of chalk]
V: If you accept, put an "x" on your front door.
Creedy: Why should I trust you?
V: 'Cause it's the only way you're ever going to stop me.
Security Guard: Creepy Creedy.
Creedy: Defiant till the end, huh?... But you won't cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of
death. You're like me.
V: The only thing that you and I have in common, Mr. Creedy, is that we're both about to die.
Creedy: How do you imagine that's gonna happen?
V: With my hands around your neck...
Creedy: [inhales with hint of fear] Bollocks. Whatcha gonna do, huh? We're swept this place You've got nothing. Nothing but your bloody knives, and your fancy karate gimmicks... we
have *guns* - !
V:
Now, what you have are *bullets*, and the hopes that when your guns are empty, I'm
no longer standing, because if I am... you'll all be dead before you'll reloaded.
V: What was done to me created me. It's a basic principle of the Universe that every action
will create an equal and opposing reaction.
Evey Hammond: Is that how you see it? Like an equation?
V: What was done to me was monstrous.
Evey Hammond: And they created a monster.
V: [referring to his jukebox after Evey has told him that she's leaving] There are 872 songs on
here. I've listened to them all... but I've never danced to any of them.
Evey Hammond: Did you hear me?
V: Yes.
Evey Hammond: I can't stay here.
V: I know.
Evey Hammond: [holding out Valerie's letter] I thought about keeping this, but it didn't seem
right, knowing you wrote it.
V: [takes the letter, then:] I didn't.
Lewis Prothero: [on TV screen] I'll tell you what I know. This is not a man.
Lewis Prothero: What is he?
Lewis Prothero: [on TV screen] A man does not wear a mask!
Lewis Prothero: What is he?
Lewis Prothero: [on TV screen] I'll tell you what he is, he's what every gutless freedom
hating terrorist is, a goddamn coward!
Lewis Prothero: [on TV screen] This so called V and his accomplice Evey Hammond, neodemagogues spouting their message of hate, a delusional and aberrant voice...
Lewis Prothero: Aberrant and abhorrent!
Lewis Prothero: [on TV screen] delivering a terrorist's 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 TV screen] The moral of this story ladies and gentleman is...
Lewis Prothero: [turns off TV] Good guys win, bad guys lose, and as always, England
prevails!
Evey Hammond: What is that?
Gordon Deitrich: It's a copy of the Quran, 14th century.
Evey Hammond: Are you a Muslim?
Gordon Deitrich: No, I'm in television.
Evey Hammond: But why would you keep it?
Gordon Deitrich: I didn't have to be Muslim to find the images beautiful, or its poetry
moving.
Evey Hammond: But is it worth it? I mean if they found that here...
Gordon Deitrich: I told you, you'll be the least of my worries.
Gordon Deitrich: [about his TV show] We threw out the censor-approved script and shot a
new one that I wrote this morning.
Evey Hammond: [dumbfounded] Oh, my God...
[Evey gulps her champagne as the TV camera pans over the clapping audience, revealing
soldiers aiming shotguns; Evey chokes]
Creedy: Disgusting.
V: The time has come for me to meet my maker and to repay him in kind for all that he's
done.