V FOR VENDETTA

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                                    V FOR VENDETTA                                       Written by                              Larry and Andy Wachowski                        Based on the graphic novel by Alan Moore               FADE IN:           In the darkness, we hear a voice, a woman's voice.  Her name          is Evey.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    "Remember, remember, the fifth of                    November, the gunpowder treason and                    plot.  I know of now reason why the                    gunpowder treason should ever be                    forgot."           Her voice has a strength that is metered by a calmness, a          deep centered peace that we can feel.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    Those were almost the very first                    words he spoke to me and, in a way,                    that is where this story began,                    four hundred years ago, in a cellar                    beneath the Houses of Parliament.           In the darkness, we find a lantern.  Guy Fawkes, a dangerous          man who wears a goatee, is struggling with a wheelbarrow          stacked with barrels of gunpowder.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    In 1605, Guy Fawkes attempted to                    blow up the Houses of Parliament.           The wheelbarrow bumps over the heavy stone mortar of the          cellar floor.  From the dark depths, we hear the sound of          dogs.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    He was caught in the cellars with                    enough gunpowder to level most of                    London.           Guy sees lanterns coming from both sides.  He tries to run as          the dogs reach him first.  He grabs for his sword as dozens          of pole axes pin him against the tunnel's stone wall.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    Sometimes I wonder where we would                    be if he hadn't failed.  I wonder                    if it would have mattered.           In the dim pre-dawn light, Guy is led to the gallows.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    I suppose the answer is in the                    rhyme.  More than the man, what we                    must remember is the plot itself.           The coarse noose of rope is snugged up to Guy's throat.  He          looks into the crowd until he finds a face, a woman's face,          staring up at him.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    For in the plot we find more than                    just a man, we find the idea of                    that man, the spirit of that man,                    and that is what we must never                    forget.           The lever is thrown and the woman looks down, a tear falling          down her face.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    This, then, is the story of that                    idea, of that spirit that began                    with an anarchist's plot four                    hundred years ago.           Guy's body hangs in silhouette, lifeless against a red          morning sun.                                                           FADE OUT.           FADE IN:           INT.  SUBURBAN HOUSE           A young Evey sits on her father's lap, combing her Barbie's          hair.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    I was born near the end of the                    millennium, the year 1997.  My                    father used to say that people were                    so afraid that the world was going                    to end that they were willing it to                    happen.           Her father sits beside her mother on the living room couch,          watching the news.  From the look on their faces, the news is          bad.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    I don't remember much of the                    century's turn.  I don't remember                    the market crash or the plague or                    any of the Trafalgar riots.           The television flickers with images of heavily armed soldiers          fighting in a shelled city.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    I've read about them since but I                    don't recall how any of them                    impacted my life except for the                    fear.  They would hide it from me,                    like a secret between them.           Little Evey sees her father staring at her mother.  They          take hold of each other's hand, clasping them tight.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    But I could feel it.           EXT.  CITY STREET           It is a new day.  People are gathered along the street as if          they were waiting for a parade.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    Of the chaos that seemed to swallow                    the beginning of the 21st century,                    there is one thing I do remember.           Evey holds her father's hand.  Unable to see what is coming,          she can hear it.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    Very clearly, I can remember that                    sound.           We hear them, hundreds of marching soldiers.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    And I remember those boots, black                    leather that gleamed bright in the                    morning sun.  I had never seen such                    boots.  All moving in perfect                    unison.           Little Evey hides in the forest of adults, clinging to her          father's leg, staring as row after row of boots march by with          military precision.           EXT.  CITY STREET           In the midst of a political rally for the emerging new party          calling itself Norsefire, we find little Evey now on her          father's shoulders.           Dascombe, a young man, paces the podium, inciting the crowd.                               DASCOMBE                    The time has come, London, to                    return to a bygone age, an age of                    tradition, an age of values that                    have been disparaged and all but                    forgotten.  What this country needs                    is a leader!  A true leader to                    remind us of that age.  A righteous                    leader with the strength of his                    moral convictions to do what must                    be done.  I give you that man!  I                    give you our leader!  Adam Susan!           Adam Susan rises and the crowd cheers.  Evey's father looks          at her mother and again they clasp hands.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    It must have seemed so easy to                    them.  They offered such a simple                    deal; give up control and we will                    restore order.           INT.  SUBURBAN HOUSE           Little Evey is asleep in her bedroom.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    At first, the arrests were                    political.  Dissidents.  Radicals.                     Liberals.           A loud crash of splintering wood wakes her up.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    When my parents were younger, they                    had been activists.  They had                    marched with Labor in the great                    train strike.           The sound of heavy boots swarms through the house.                               LITTLE EVEY                    Mommy?           Her bedroom door bursts open and a heavily armed soldier          scoops her up.           She is carried through the dark house which is filled with          soldiers.  On the floor of the living room, she sees her          parents being bound with plastic zip-ties.                               MOTHER                    My daughter!  Don't take my                    daughter!                               FATHER                    Evey!  Evey!                               LITTLE EVEY                    Mommy!  Daddy!           A heavy black hood is pulled over each of her parent's heads          as Evey is carried out of the house.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    I never saw them again.  Overnight,                    my life, my entire world was                    erased.           INT.  BATHROOM           A nun with a switch in her crossed arms watches as Evey and          several other little girls scrub the floor of a dormitory          bathroom.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    It was done so quickly and                    violently, so completely, that it                    began to seem that it had never                    even existed.           A tear rolls down Little Evey's cheek.           EXT.  HOUSE           A gay man is dragged violently from his Piccadilly home.           Outside, he sees his lover being forced to the cobblestones.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    The homosexuals were next.  What                    God had started with AIDS had to be                    finished by man.  It was God's                    work.  That's what we were told.           He reaches for him as the clubs rise and fall, vicious and          bloody.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    But once they were gone, there was                    someone else.  Someone different.           In another neighborhood, we see the police arresting          Pakistanis.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    Someone dangerous.           In a different area, young black men are packed into a caged          van so tightly they are unable to move.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    There were those who understood                    what was happening, who knew it was                    wrong but who kept silent.           A young detective named Finch looks down as the van pulls          away.  When he looks up, another man in a military uniform          whose name is Almond is watching him.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    And in the vacuum of that silence,                    order was imposed.           Finch sticks his pipe in his mouth and turns away.           EXT.  STREET           Again, we see the marching boots.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    Order that was like those boots,                    order that required rigorous                    discipline.  Order that is exactly                    the same, where each single step                    falls with every step.  The order                    of the many shaped into one.           We move through the columns of marching soldiers to a wall          where a poster has been plastered up.  The poster reads,          "Strength Through Purity, Purity Through Faith."                               EVEY (V.O.)                    Somehow in my heart, I knew it                    wouldn't last.           As the sound of the marching fades, a shadow falls over the          sign.           After a moment, we hear the hiss of spray paint.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    What they thought they had crushed,                    the spirit they believed trampled                    and ground beneath the marching of                    their boots, rose up, rose as if                    from a four hundred year old grave,                    rose to remind us all that day.           The shadow sprays a "V" over the poster.                                                           FADE OUT.           FADE IN:           Close on a loudspeaker.  There is one on every major street          corner.                               FATE (V.O.)                    Good evening, London.  It's nine                    o'clock, the fourth of November in                    the year 2019 and this is the voice                    of Fate broadcasting on 275 and 285                    of the medium wave.           Beneath the loudspeaker is a surveillance system labeled,          "For your protection."           Bubble eyed lenses iris at the end of stalks that move,          insect-like, racheting and clicking as they watch a little          girl pedal her bicycle.  The little girl glances nervously          over her shoulder up at the mechanical eyes watching her.                               FATE (V.O.)                    People of London, be advised --           EXT.  EVEY'S APARTMENT           There is a radio on a small makeup table.                               FATE (V.O.)                    -- that Braxton and Streathon are                    quarantine zones as of today.           Evey is now a young woman.  She slips into a dress that is          little more than a nightgown.  She tries to adjust it,          pulling it down at the hem, pulling it up at the thin          shoulder straps, but it is like trying to hide behind a          lamppost.                               FATE (V.O.)                    It is suggested that these area be                    avoided for reasons of health and                    safety.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           Another radio in a room that seems to be of another world.                               FATE (V.O.)                    Good news following the                    productivity reports from                    Herefordshire indicating a possible                    end to meat rationing starting mid                    February.           A man enters the room as he once entered the world.  His body          is lean and strong and though we do not see his face, there          is a strength in his carriage, a power to his presence.           INT.  EVEY'S APARTMENT           She packs tissue paper into the toes of a pair of high heels          that are too big for her.                               FATE (V.O.)                    Police raided seventeen homes in                    the Birmingham area, uncovering                    what is believed to be a major                    terrorist ring.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           We move over a dressing bureau, past a wig and over a pair of          black leather gloves, moving until we find the mask; it is          like something from the masquerade ball of another era.  It          has an exaggerated goatee, harlequin cheeks and a smile,          forever fixed, at once be-guiling and be-deviling.                               FATE (V.O.)                    Twenty eight people, eight of them                    women, are currently in detention                    awaiting trial.           INT.  EVEY'S APARTMENT           Evey coats her lips with a lascivious red.  She stares into          the mirror, her makeup like a mask over her own face.                               FATE (V.O.)                    And that is the face of London                    tonight.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           The man, now fully dressed in cloak, hat, and mask gazes into          the mirror.           This is V.                               FATE (V.O.)                    And this is the voice of Fate                    signing off and bidding you a                    pleasant evening.           EXT.  CITY STREET           Close on Evey's high heels, stumbling and awkward as she          walks down a dark cobblestoned street.           EXT.  CITY STREET           Close on V's boots walking in the opposite direction so that          it seems they are walking towards each other.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    I don't know what brought us                    together that night.  I had never                    been to that part of Westminster                    but ever since I've known him, I've                    stopped believing in coincidence.           EXT.  CITY STREET           Evey looks up and sees a man standing mostly in shadow.                               EVEY                    Excuse me?  Uh... excuse me,                    Mister?           The man turns around.  It is not V.                               EVEY                    Would you like... uh, would you                    like to sleep with me?           He smiles.                               EVEY                    I mean, for money.                               MAN                    That is the clumsiest bit of                    propositioning I've ever heard.                               EVEY                    Oh god, I'm sorry.                               MAN                    Is this your first time, darling?                               EVEY                    Yes, no, I mean for money.  But I                    know what you want and I'll do it.           She presses her body to his, using her little girl eyes and          her woman's mouth.                               EVEY                    Anything you want, mister.  Please,                    I need the money.  I know I'm young                    but I promise I know what I'm                    doing.                               MAN                    No.  You don't know what you're                    doing.           He pulls out his wallet and shows her a badge.  The sight of          it knocks the breath out of her.                               EVEY                    Christ, you're a Fingerman.                               FINGERMAN 1                    Give the little lady a prize.                               FINGERMAN 2                    I've got something to give her.           Evey turns and there are more Fingermen behind her.                               FINGERMAN 1                    Prostitution is a class H offense.                     Know what that means?  It means                    that we get to exercise our own                    judicial discretion --                               FINGERMAN 2                    And you get to swallow it.           The Fingermen laugh.                               EVEY                    Oh god, please.  It's my first                    time.  Please don't hurt me.                               FINGERMAN 1                    Gosh, fellas, look at those big                    innocent eyes.  What do you think?                               FINGERMAN 3                    Spare the rod, spoil the child.           Fingerman 2 laughs hard as he drops his pants.                               EVEY                    Oh no!           He shoves her face first against a brick wall, lifting her          dress to expose her bottom.                               EVEY                    Please, don't!                               FINGERMAN 3                    You heard the man, sweetie.  This                    rod's for your own good.           Suddenly, they are no longer alone.                               V                    "The multiplying villainies of                    nature do swarm upon him."                               FINGERMAN 3                    What the hell --                               V                    "And fortune, on his damned                    quarrel, smiling, showed like a                    rebel's whore."                               FINGERMAN 1                    We're police officers, pal.                               FINGERMAN 4                    We're with the Finger.                               FINGERMAN 3                    So bugger off!                               V                    "Disdaining fortune with his                    brandished steel, which smoked with                    bloody execution."           In the clenched fist of black leather, we see a flash of          steel.                               FINGERMAN 1                    He's got a knife!           V attacks and at once we know this is no normal human being.           A single blow sends the largest of the Fingermen flying          backwards.           But more than his strength, it is his speed.           A gun is cocked but before the hammer falls, a knife is          buried in the Fingerman's chest and --           Before the body falls, the knife is gone.           It takes a handful of seconds and three bodies lay on the          ground.  V turns to the last Fingerman who is struggling to          pull his pants up.                               FINGERMAN 3                    Jesus Christ!  Don't hurt me!           V steps forward and he screams, bolting while holding his          pants up.                               V                    Good evening.                               EVEY                    Who -- Who are you?                               V                    Me?  I imagine all manner of names                    shall be heaped upon my humble                    visage but, for now, let us simply                    say I am the villain.           He throws wide his cloak and bows deeply to her.                               V                    And you would be?                               EVEY                    Evey.                               V                    Of course.           They hear sirens rushing towards them.  In a blink, he scoops          her up and dashes into the shadows of a narrow alleyway.           EXT.  ROOFTOPS           Police cars and several ambulances swarm over the area with          the dead Fingermen.           V watches them from above.                               EVEY                    Why did you do that?  Why did                    you... help me?                               V                    Why indeed?           He takes out an old antique pocket watch.  It is almost          midnight.                               V                    Almost time.                               EVEY                    For what?                               V                    For the music.                               EVEY                    Music?                               V                    Yes, music.  My music.  You see.                     Evey, I am a performer.                               EVEY                    Is that why you're wearing a mask?                               V                    We all wear masks.  Life creates                    them and forces us to find the one                    that fits.  Do you know what day it                    is?                               EVEY                    Uh... November fourth.                               V                    Not for long.           He looks out where, rising above the rooftops, he can see Big          Ben.                               V                    "Remember, remember, the fifth of                    November, the gunpowder treason and                    plot.  I know of no reason why the                    gunpowder treason should ever be                    forgot."           The second hand sweeps into the final minute.                               V                    Tell me, Evey, what good is an                    actor that plays his part to an                    empty theatre?                               EVEY                    I don't know.                               V                    Nor do I.  That's why you are here.                     I need you, Evey.  I need someone                    to listen.                               EVEY                    To your music?                               V                    Yes.  Yes, to my music.           From his sleeve, he pulls a conductor's wand.                               V                    Can you hear it?  It's already                    begun.           He begins to lightly tap the wand in the air and, very          faintly, we hear it.                               EVEY                    I can't hear anything.                               V                    At first, you have to listen very                    carefully...           He continues to conduct and we begin to hear the music,          violins and horns that seem almost like a whisper or a wind          that steadily swells.                               V                    Ahh, yes.  There it is.  Beautiful,                    is it not?           He turns to the parapet, his gestures growing grander as the          music rises and we recognize Tchaikovsky's 1812 overture.           The music mounts a climax and V points the wand at Big Ben as          cymbals crash --           Big Ben explodes with such force the world seems to shake,          while --           V, smiling, always smiling, points again with another          crescendo and --           The statue of justice is blown to smithereens.           V nods in appreciation while mustering the music towards it's          finale as fireworks begin lighting up the sky.                               EVEY                    Oh my...           Everywhere across the city, people stand transfixed by the          dazzling shimmer of the fireworks until --           A strobing final blitz leaves a single, starry image floating          in the smoke filled sky.           It is the letter V.                               EVEY                    It's beautiful...                               V                    Thank you.           From every direction, the city screams with the panicked          sound of sirens.           EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING           A massive modern building that is the seat of the new          government.           A long, black car pulls up to the entrance.  Adam Susan gets          out, wearing a long black trenchcoat over his pajamas.  He is          the Leader and he looks older, heavier, and meaner.           He hurries past the heavily armed guards, barely          acknowledging the snap and cock of their Nazi-like salute.           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           The Leader enters his main chambers and we see the Fate          computer system.           It is a cerebral cortex for a vast intelligence network.           Information can almost be felt coursing through its hard          drives.           The Leader sits, at once regaining a measure of composure.           He takes a deep calming breath and accesses the system.           Dozens of monitors fill with images from all across the city,          most of them are of the damage caused by V.                               LEADER                    Gentlemen, I will hear your reports                    now.  Mr. Heyer, speak for the Eye.           Conrad Heyer appears on one of the screens.  He is at his          desk inside the command center for the Eye, the governmental          organization responsible for the visual surveillance systems.                               CONRAD                    We have less than two minutes of                    usable footage, Leader.  It took                    the suspect less than a minute to                    dispatch the Finger's vice patrol.           On an insert screen, we see grainy footage of V rescuing Evey          from one of the pole-mounted cameras.                               CONRAD                    As you can see, the suspect's                    reflex speed is extraordinary.  As                    is his strength.           As the last body falls, V seems to pause and looks back over          his shoulder straight into the camera.                               LEADER                    Freeze it!           The Leader stares at the smiling face.                               CONRAD                    I'm afraid the mask makes retinal                    identification impossible.                               LEADER                    Mr. Etheridge, report for the Ear!           Bunny Etheridge appears on another screen.  Behind him, huge          spooling reels of audiotape wind constantly.                               ETHERIDGE                    We were able to triangulate the                    origin of the fireworks.  We also                    are currently monitoring a lot of                    phone surveillance indicating a                    high percentage of conversation                    concerned with the explosions.  All                    suspect or significant transcripts                    are being forwarded to Mr. Almond.                               LEADER                    Very good.  Mr. Finch, speak for                    the Nose.           Finch, no longer the same young man, stands at the site of          the fireworks launch.                               FINCH                    Thanks to Etheridge, we found the                    launch for the fireworks.  These                    appear to be individually weighted                    flares and we have found traces of                    the same chemicals at both of the                    detonation sites which leads us to                    conclude that, despite a level of                    sophistication, these devices are                    all home-made with over the counter                    chemicals, making them impossible                    to trace.  Whoever he is, Leader,                    he's good.                               LEADER                    Thank you for that professional                    annotation.           An intercom opens.                               LIEUTENANT (V.O.)                    Leader, Mr. Almond has arrived.                               LEADER                    Very good.  Gentlemen, keep me                    informed of any further                    developments.  England prevails.           They answer in unison as Almond enters the office.  His face          is harder but he has the same violent gleam in his eye.           The Leader turns in his chair.                               LEADER                    Mr. Almond, do you know what this                    is behind me?                               ALMOND                    Uh... the Fate computer system,                    sir?                               LEADER                    No.  No sir.  It's more than that.                     This, this computer is a symbol,                    Mr. Almond.  A symbol of the                    highest attainable goal of mankind.                     Do you know what that goal is, Mr.                    Almond?           Almond does not.  The Leader leaps from his chair while          pounding the desk.                               LEADER                    Control, Mr. Almond!  Control!  The                    world around us is a changing,                    directionless, amoral morass and it                    is up to man and man alone to set                    things right!           He moves around the desk at Almond.                               LEADER                    Without control, man is nothing                    more than any other stinking,                    sweating, brute animal.  Control,                    Mr. Almond.  The control that we                    have painstakingly built up over                    the last ten years.  Now, do you                    understand what happened last                    night?                               ALMOND                    We... lost control.                               LEADER                    Yes, Mr. Almond.  Last night                    someone did the unthinkable.                     Someone hurt us.  It is imperative                    that we act swiftly and precisely.                     I want that man found, Mr. Almond.                     I want his head or, by god, I'll                    have yours.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           Evey is wearing a blindfold and V leads her by her          fingertips, guiding her almost as if they were dancing...           His fingers slip free of her and she reaches out.                               EVEY                    Wait.  I've lost you.                               V                    No, you haven't.           He is behind her and he removes the blindfold, revealing his          house to her.                               EVEY                    Oh...           It is a labyrinth of interconnecting underground tunnels and          rooms.           The gallery is the main room as it is filled with an amazing          collection of human culture.  There is art that spans from          the renaissance to the painted covers of Eerie comics,          literature that ranges from Shakespeare to Spillane,          philosophy from Plato to Bukowski, and a vast collection of          nonfiction.           There are movie posters everywhere and an entire wall is          lined with videocassettes.           A jukebox stands in front of an enormous vinyl and CD          collection of music.                               EVEY                    A jukebox?  Where did you get it?                               V                    I saved it.  Like everything here.           She punches a button and Billie Holiday begins to sing.                               EVEY                    Oh, it's beautiful.  I've never                    heard anything like it.                               V                    Of course not.  You grew up in                    their world.  Art is created by                    individuals and there are no                    individuals in a world where you                    are told what to think.                               EVEY                    This place is amazing.                               V                    You're welcome to stay.           She stops suddenly and looks at him.  The offer is terribly          exciting but it is so unlike anything she has ever done that          it's almost impossible to imagine.                               EVEY                    Stay here... with you?                               V                    Yes.  If you like.                               EVEY                    I... I don't even know your name.                               V                    I don't have a name.  But you can                    call me V.                               EVEY                    V?  V... I like that.           And she returns his smile.           EXT.  JORDAN TOWER           The only operating broadcast tower in London; home of the          Mouth.           INT.  RADIO BROADCAST BOOTH           Lewis Prothero leans forward and lets his voice pour like          syrup over the microphone.                               PROTHERO                    Good morning, London.  This is the                    voice of Fate -- Damn.           He stops and coughs.                               PROTHERO                    Good morning -- ack.  Good morning                    Lond-- Goddammit!  Where is my                    bloody tea?!           In the control booth, Roger Dascombe, his hair thinner now,          rubs his temple.                               DASCOMBE                    Would someone get his lordship his                    bloody tea?           He clicks on the microphone.                               DASCOMBE                    Lewis, they want this report on the                    first hour --                               PROTHERO                    I know.  I know.  Damned                    inconvenient this entire affair.                     Fine.  Let's try again.           He clears his voice and the red "record" light turns on.                               PROTHERO                    Good morning, London.  It is 6 am,                    the fifth of November 2019 and this                    is the voice of Fate.  The new day                    brings good news and bright                    prospects from overseas, where                    negotiations with New China are                    moving in a positive direction.                     Last night's scheduled demolition                    of two deteriorating landmarks went                    off without a hitch.           Dascombe is unable to stop himself from smiling.                               PROTHERO                    Spokesman for the Interior ministry                    said both structures were severely                    damaged and judged to be a danger                    to the unsuspecting public.  Plans                    for new landmarks are well                    underway.           Prothero sits back, shaking his head.                               PROTHERO                    Do you believe this crap, Dascombe?                               DASCOMBE                    It's not our job to believe it,                    Lewis.  Our job is to tell the                    people --                               PROTHERO                    "Exactly what they tell us."  I                    Know but do you think that people                    will believe it?                               DASCOMBE                    They will if it's you that's                    telling it to them.  Now let's try                    it again.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           V is alone, listening to the first morning broadcast.                               PROTHERO (V.O.)                    ... plans for new landmarks are                    already well underway.           He clicks off the radio.  Walking down a hall, he stops and          peers into Evey's new bedroom.           She is fast asleep, looking remarkably at peace.  Quietly, he          shuts the door.           EXT.  TRAIN STATION           People are hurrying to board a departing train.           INT.  TRAIN CAR           Prothero is staring out his window.                               PROTHERO                    "Remember, remember, the fifth of                    November..."           He talks to his bodyguards almost as if talking to himself.                               PROTHERO                    Do you suppose that's why he did                    it?                               BODYGUARD 1                    Sir, who did what, sir?                               PROTHERO                    Guy Fawkes.  He tried to blow up                    Parliament.           The guards look at each other, confused.                               PROTHERO                    Don't they teach history in school                    anymore?                               BODYGUARD 1                    Sir, we're both straight military,                    sir.                               BODYGUARD 2                    Sir, yes, sir.  I was fighting in                    Ireland by the time I was sixteen.                               PROTHERO                    Yes, of course.  My mistake.           He turns back to his window.           EXT.  RAILROAD           The train rumbles along, heading for a tunnel.           INT.  TRAIN CAR           Prothero watches the countryside rolling past.                               PROTHERO                    I love trains.  I remember riding                    the underground with my father.                     Shame they shut them all down.           Bodyguard 1 looks out the opposite window just as the train          enters the tunnel.                               BODYGUARD 1                    What the hell's that!           EXT.  TRAIN           For a flashing instant, we see V in silhouette, cloak          swirling around him like dark wings as he jumps from the          bridge onto the train.           INT.  TRAIN CAR           Prothero and Bodyguard 2 stare at Bodyguard 1.                               BODYGUARD 1                    I thought I saw a man jumping onto                    the train.                               BODYGUARD 2                    The train's doing almost seventy.                     It would break his legs.                               BODYGUARD 1                    You're right, I... It must have                    been rags.           EXT.  TRAIN           Deep in the tunnel, a dark figure glides across the rooftops.           INT.  CONDUCTOR'S CAB           The conductor hears something on the roof.  He peers up just          as V swings down, smashing feet first into the cab.           INT.  TRAIN CAR           The brakes suddenly lock, throwing Bodyguard 2 into Prothero.                               PROTHERO                    Get off of me!           A moment later, the lights are cut off and the entire train          is plunged into complete darkness.                               BODYGUARD 2                    What the fuck is going on?                               BODYGUARD 1                    Lock the car doors.                               PROTHERO                    I have a lighter... somewhere...                               BODYGUARD 2                    I can't find the lock -- wait.  Hey                    wha--           There is a muffled shriek followed by a sharp snap.                               BODYGUARD 1                    What's happening --           There is another sound, like the leather slap of a boxer          pounding a heavy bag, followed by the sound of the heavy bag          collapsing onto the floor.                               PROTHERO                    I found it!           He flicks on the lighter and, in the dim light of its flame,          he sees the smiling face.                               PROTHERO                    Oh god.           V sits casually, arms folded, across from Prothero.  The          bodyguards lay dead on the floor.                               PROTHERO                    Who are you?  What do you want?                     Money?  Is that it?           V just smiles.                               PROTHERO                    Wait, wait.  You're, you're the one                    that blew the Bailey.           V nods and Prothero's eyes go wide.                               PROTHERO                    You're making a mistake.  I'm                    nobody --           On the floor, he sees the bodyguard's gun.  He kills the          lighter and dives for it.           In the darkness, we hear the struggle.  It ends quickly.           When the lighter flicks back on, V is holding it and the gun.                               PROTHERO                    Oh god, what do you want?                               V                    I've come to offer you a choice.                     Commander Prothero.                               PROTHERO                    What -- What did you call me?                               V                    Commander Prothero.           Prothero's heart begins to pound.                               V                    That was your title at Larkhill.                     You remember Larkhill, don't you,                    Commander?           EXT.  LARKHILL RESETTLEMENT CAMP - FLASHBACK           A sign reads, "Larkhill Resettlement Camp."                               V (V.O.)                    Where they sent the undesirables.           A caged truck packed with minorities rolls into the gates          which are topped with spools of razor wire.           INT.  TRAIN CAR           Prothero is sweating.                               PROTHERO                    I don't know what you're talking                    about.                               V                    Maybe I can help your memory.                     Let's see.  Larkhill opened in the                    summer of 2009.  You were appointed                    it commander.  You wore a uniform                    in those days.  You looked very                    good in it.           INT.  LARKHILL - PROTHERO'S OFFICE - FLASHBACK           Prothero admires his uniform in the mirror.                               V (V.O.)                    You were a man of many                    responsibilities.  You made sure                    Larkhill made all its quotas,                    especially the oven quotas even                    though they required an excessive                    amount of maintenance.           EXT.  LARKHILL OVENS - FLASHBACK           We see a detail of black and Indian men, shoveling mounds of          black ash from a series of furnace like ovens.           As the shovels lift, we see blackened bones and burnt skulls.           EXT.  LARKHILL MAIN YARD - FLASHBACK           Prothero saunters through the lines of camp prisoners.                               V (V.O.)                    But there was one task you took to                    with exceptional relish.  Remember                    the medical block, Commander?  I                    believe you called it the funny                    farm.  You were the one that                    selected the prisoners.  You hand                    picked each one.           Prothero steps in front of a woman who remains beautiful          despite the suffering she has endured.  Prothero smiles.                               PROTHERO                    Her.           As the guards grab her, we become aware of a man that is          staring at Prothero.  He is one of the prisoners but we do          not see his face.           Prothero notices the man.  He doesn't like the way the man is          staring at him.                               PROTHERO                    You.           INT.  TRAIN CAR           Prothero is terrified.                               PROTHERO                    You!  You're him, aren't you?           V nods.                               PROTHERO                    Oh my god!  What are you going to                    do?                               V                    You gave us a choice, remember,                    Commander?  You said we could                    cooperate with the doctors or...           V cocks the gun.                               V                    Hold out your hand.           Trembling, Prothero sticks out his hand.  V lets the light          die for a moment.           When he flicks it back on, Prothero is holding a long, metal          syringe filled with a murky liquid.                               PROTHERO                    Oh no, no!  Please I was just doing                    what I was told!                               V                    Of course you were.  Now I'm                    telling you to make a choice.                     Either you stick that syringe into                    your neck or --           He presses the gun barrel to Prothero's forehead.                               V                    I can kill you right now.           Prothero begins to blubber.                               V                    Crying doesn't help, Commander.  I                    remember there was a woman who had                    been screaming for two days.  You                    winked at the doctor and laughed,                    "All in the name of science."                               PROTHERO                    Please, don't make me do this...                               V                    It's a difficult choice, isn't it?                     Certain death versus something that                    might be... worse.  But you never                    know.  There is still a chance.                     You could survive.  Look at me.                     Now, time's up, Commander.  Choose.           Anger galvanizes his fear and steadily Prothero lifts the          needle towards his neck.                               PROTHERO                    I'll see you in hell.           He jams the needle in and sinks the plunger.                               V                    Yes.  I'm quite sure you will.           INT.  TRAIN           Train workers with flashlights hurry through the cars.                               TRAIN MAN                    This door's locked!           He slams a shoulder against it and the door gives in.                               TRAIN MAN                    Holy Christ!           Flashlights sweep over the dead bodyguards.  The train man          hears a strange gurgling rasp and he turns, finding Prothero          in his light.                               TRAIN MAN                    What happened here?           Prothero is foaming at the mouth while a thick mucus bubbles          from his nose.  His breath comes in tiny rasps.                               TRAIN MAN                    Good lord!  I need a medic here.           Prothero becomes more animate, trying to tell the man          something.                               PROTHERO                    Fi... Fi... Fi...                               TRAIN MAN 2                    He's trying to say something.                               PROTHERO                    Five.                               TRAIN MAN 1                    Five?  Where's the goddamn medic?                               PROTHERO                    Room five.           Suddenly, his body convulses and blood pours out his ears.           His body slumps over.                               TRAIN MAN 2                    I think he needs a priest.           EXT.  TRAIN STATION           The station is swarming with police.  A stretcher wheels a          body in a black plastic bag out from Prothero's car.           INT.  TRAIN CAR           Finch puffs on his pipe, staring at something spray painted          on the wall of the train car: a "V" with a circle around it.                               DOMINIC                    What do you make of this, Mr.                    Finch?           Dominic, Finch's younger assistant, is holding a flower in          his rubber gloved hand.                               FINCH                    Hmm.  It's a rose.  A violet                    carson, I believe.  Strange.                               DOMINIC                    Strange?                               FINCH                    I didn't think they still existed.                               SOLDIER                    Mr. Finch!  Sir!           Finch turns as a soldier with a radio steps into the car.                               SOLDIER                    Sir, they want you at headquarters,                    sir.                               FINCH                    Now?                               SOLDIER                    Yes, sir.  I'm to transport you                    immediately.                               FINCH                    Send the rose to the lab.  Also,                    scrape a sample of this paint and                    have it analyzed as well.  I'll be                    back as soon as I can.           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           The door opens and Finch steps in.                               LEADER                    Ah, Mr. Finch.  I sent for you                    because what I have to say cannot                    be said over a phone or a radio.                     What I have to say cannot leave                    these four walls.  Do I make myself                    clear?                               FINCH                    Yes, sir.                               LEADER                    I believe in a few things, Mr.                    Finch.  I believe in god.  I                    believe in the destiny of the                    Nordic race.  And I believe in                    fascism.  The romans invented                    fascism.  They had a symbol for it;                    a bundle of twigs bound together.                     One twig could be broken but a                    bundle would prevail.  That is the                    heart and soul of fascism.                     Strength in unity.  I tell you                    these things knowing full well that                    they make you uncomfortable.                               FINCH                    Well, I...                               LEADER                    You have in fact expressed your                    discomfort in several arrest                    reports, arrests that were, in your                    opinion, "unnecessary."  The fact                    that you are here, that you are not                    rotting in a prison cell, is a mark                    of my respect and admiration for                    you, for your craft, and for what                    you have done for this country.           Finch looks at the ground.                               LEADER                    It is also because I know you,                    Finch.  I know what you are.                     You're a man like me.  A man who                    understands when they are given a                    job what must be done.  I                    understand you, Finch, and that is                    why I can trust you.           He moves in close to Finch.                               LEADER                    This terrorist knows us, Finch.                     These attacks are perfectly                    calculated and they are divisive.                     He knows what he's doing, Finch.                     He knows us all too well.                               FINCH                    You think he's an insider?                               LEADER                    What I think is that this man must                    be stopped.  Stopped at all costs                    and no one, I repeat, no one is to                    be placed above suspicion.  Do I                    make myself clear?                               FINCH                    Perfectly.                               LEADER                    England prevails, Mr. Finch.                               FINCH                    England prevails.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           Evey, alone in the Shadow Gallery, stares up at the          inscription above the crooked staircase.                               EVEY                    V, v, v, v, v.                               V                    I hear your summons, my lady.  And                    obey.           She jumps, V suddenly appearing behind her.                               EVEY                    Oh, V, you scared me.           She turns back to the carving.                               EVEY                    I was reading the inscription.                     What is it?                               V                    A Latin quotation.  A motto.  "Vi                    veri veniversum vivus vici."  "By                    the power of truth, I, while                    living, have conquered the                    universe."           She nods.                               EVEY                    Yes, I suppose you have.  This                    place is the only universe I have                    right now.                               V                    Does that bother you?                               EVEY                    I don't know.  I'm so grateful to                    you -- I just feel I should help                    you, you know, the way you're                    helping me.  I mean, that's the                    deal, isn't it?           V drifts over to the big old Wurlitzer, fingers scanning the          song list.                               V                    No deals, Evey.  Not unless you                    want them.           She looks up at the inscription as an old blues song begins          to play.                               EVEY                    I think I do.  Part of me wants to                    stay here forever and never have to                    face what's going on outside.  But                    that's not right.  Is it?  That's                    not taking responsibility.  Not                    conquering my universe.           She turns to him.                               EVEY                    I want to help you, V.  I want to                    do something.  Can we make a deal?                               V                    Yes.  I think we can make a deal if                    you like.  I think I know a way you                    could help me very soon indeed.           Evey smiles nervously.                               EVEY                    Good.  That's that, then.           The blues song curls in the air around them like a heavy          incense.                               EVEY                    V, you said that Latin thing was a                    quote.  Who said it?                               V                    Nobody you'd have heard of.  A                    German gentleman named Dr. John                    Faust.           He spins her.                               V                    He made a deal too.           EXT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY - DAY           The church doors have opened with the flow of parishioners as          the final mass of the day has ended.           The tide slowly pours out onto the sidewalk, separating          around the clumps of people that conglomerate to network and          gossip.           Church bells toll in the orange dusk above them.           Helen Heyer, a woman whose spite and guile are hidden behind          her looks and clothes she drapes them with, charges into the          gossipers, her trophy hu*****and in tow, a timid looking man          that we recognize as Conrad Heyer.                               CONRAD                    Hello, Rosemary.  Derek, how --           Helen's head snaps over at the mention of the name.                               HELEN                    Derek!           She pushes past Conrad, giving Derek Almond an exuberant kiss          on both cheeks.                               HELEN                    Darling, how are you?  Hello,                    Rosemary.           Always behind her hu*****and, Rosemary Almond smiles nervously          as she straightens her drab church dress.                               ROSEMARY                    Hello.                               DEREK                    It's so good to see you.  Since                    this bloody terrorist business, the                    old man has me literally chained to                    the office.           Helen pouts at him.                               HELEN                    Oh, you poor dear.           Derek taps the bottom of his cigarette box, drawing one with          his lips.                               DEREK                    It comes with the job.  How are                    things in the Eye, Conrad?                               CONRAD                    Well, we've been working some bugs                    out of the new Mark IX fiber optic                    network, actually --                               HELEN                    Oh, Conrad, don't be such a bloody                    bore.  Do tell us about the                    terrorist, Derek.  Is it true he                    blew up Big Ben and the old Bailey?                               DEREK                    I'm afraid so.  We're dealing with                    a pathological psychotic in the                    most extreme case.  We'll catch him                    though.  I promise.           Helen rubs her white sable against her body.                               HELEN                    Oh, it sounds dreadfully exciting.                     Aren't you glad you've got such a                    ruthless, implacable brute for a                    hu*****and, Rosemary?                               ROSEMARY                    Yes, well --                               HELEN                    Believe me, you're lucky.  You                    could be struck with a professional                    peeping tom like Conrad.  England's                    highest paid voyeur, aren't you                    darling?                               CONRAD                    Helen, I think we'd better --                               HELEN                    Oh yes, of course.  We have to get                    back so the little pervert can                    watch what the neighbors do after                    Sunday lunch.  He's so exciting.           Derek laughs as they climb into their car.                               HELEN                    Ciao!                               DEREK                    Goodbye, Helen.  Conrad.           Rosemary waves as it pulls off.                               ROSEMARY                    She's a bit hard on him, isn't she?           Derek sneers at her.                               DEREK                    Until you're half the woman of                    Helen's sophistication, I'd keep                    your little mouth shut.           He throws the cigarette at her feet.                               DEREK                    Really, just look at the way you                    dress.           INT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY           From above, a hand sweeps aside the red plush curtain.                               LILLIMAN                    Ah, there they go.  My happy and                    contented flock.  Spiritually                    refreshed and ready to face the                    world again.           Bishop Anthony Lilliman is a slender man of pious elegance          with a warm, beautiful smile.           He turns from the window to his valet, Dennis, as Derek and          Rosemary get in their car.                               LILLIMAN                    Did you enjoy the sermon today,                    Dennis?                               DENNIS                    Very inspiring, your grace.  Though                    the segue of the forces of Satan                    among us did strike me as a bit of                    a curious digression.           He whisks a lint brush over the Bishop's robes before putting          them away.                               LILLIMAN                    Hmm, yes.  A trifle purple, I                    thought.  Still, Fate wanted it                    included and who are we to question                    the will of the almighty, miserable                    sinners that we are?           A gentle smile spreads across his mouth.                               LILLIMAN                    And speaking of sin, I wonder which                    of the seven deadlies the good lord                    will see fit to tempt me with                    today.           Dennis finishes with the Bishop's robes and sweeps the closet          door shut.                               DENNIS                    Perhaps pride, your grace.           Lilliman chuckles.                               LILLIMAN                    I was thinking of something a                    little less ethereal.  Has the                    young lady arrived?                               DENNIS                    The agency informed me she'll be                    here directly.  However, there was                    a mixup.  It's not one of the usual                    girls.  She's a little older.                               LILLIMAN                    Oh dear.  Oh dear.  Not too old, I                    trust?                               DENNIS                    They promise me she's no more than                    fifteen.                               LILLIMAN                    Fifteen, hmm.           The Bishop rubs his cheek, ponderously.                               LILLIMAN                    Ah well, if Job could bear his                    disappointments, I suppose I must                    have the good grace to bear mine.                     Show her in when she arrives.                               DENNIS                    Yes, your grace.           EXT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY - NIGHT           A pair of headlights melt through the heavy night's fog as a          taxicab pulls into the circle drive.           INT.  BISHOP'S QUARTERS           Dennis peers into the Bishop's living quarters.                               DENNIS                    The young lady, your grace.                               LILLIMAN                    Oh my!           Standing next to Dennis is Evey, wearing a frilly pink summer          dress, pigtails and bows and white ruffled socks.                               LILLIMAN                    And to think I doubted your                    loveliness for even an instant.                     Mea culpa, my child, mea culpa.                     You are a vision.  An angel.           Evey smiles awkwardly.                               EVEY                    Uh... thank you.           EXT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY - NIGHT           A shadow begins moving across the manicured grounds borne on          the thick mist like a dark phantom.  V glides toward the          rectory, cloak undulating against the dark, wet wind.           INT.  BISHOP'S BEDROOM           It is extravagantly furnished, somewhere between posh and          pimp.  The Bishop is sitting very close to Evey on his plush          water bed.                               LILLIMAN                    Of course, "hate the sin, love the                    sinner."  I always say.  Take your                    dress off, please.           Evey stammers, backing up along the bedside.                               EVEY                    Listen -- I was kind of hoping --           He paws at her, groping hands pushing the front of her dress          down as she backs up against the nightstand.                               EVEY                    No --           EXT.  MAIN GATE - NIGHT           The guards look out into the night, fear suddenly gripping          their faces.           V emerges demonically through the parting veils of fog, the          white smiling mask bobbing eerily up and down as he rushes          them.           A cigarette drops from the first guard's mouth, red embers          exploding when it hits the wet cement.           Close as the two guards claw for their arms and the white hot          flash of V's knives --           That slice like talons.           The two men crumple to the ground, clutching their gaping,          gurgling wounds.  A whisper.  V sprints into the courtyard.           INT.  BISHOP'S BEDROOM           Evey grabs a metal table lamp and swings it down on the          Bishop's head.  There is a shuddering clank and he collapses          to the floor.                               LILLIMAN                    You -- You filthy whore!           His blood speckles the white bearskin throw rug as the Bishop          slowly rises after the retreating Evey.                               LILLIMAN                    I'll kill you, you fucking sow.           He charges after her but freezes dead in his tracks as V          swings around the corner in front of him.                               LILLIMAN                    What's this?  Who --                               V                    Please allow me to introduce                    myself...           V bows.                               V                    I'm a man of wealth and taste.                               LILLIMAN                    Dennis?           Instantly, the point of one of V's knives is against the          Bishop's throat.  V presses a finger to his frozen smile.                               V                    Shh.  It isn't polite to disturb                    the dead on their journey.           Evey watches from around the corner.                               V                    A courtesy I'll most respectfully                    extend to his grace.                               EVEY                    V?           Lilliman swallows audibly.                               EVEY                    V, what are you doing?                               V                    Vi veri veniversum vivus vici,                    Evey.           Evey looks down at the knives on his belt, dripping blood.                               EVEY                    Oh no.           She begins backing to the door.                               EVEY                    You can't kill him!                               V                    Death has followed his grace the                    whole of his career.  Is it any                    coincidence it has finally followed                    him here?                               EVEY                    Oh god, V.  I can't -- I can't --           V turns back to Lilliman as Evey runs.                               V                    Let us pray.           EXT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY - NIGHT           Evey sprints past the dead guards at the man gate and into          the fog.           INT.  THE EAR           A cramped control room that looks like something between a          radio and television switching room, though it does not          broadcast.  It receives.           Two operators sit at the main substation as the sounds of          lovemaking come over the speakers.  The moans are stifled and          low, however, as if they were afraid someone was listening.                               OPERATOR 1                    Bloody hell.  Doesn't anybody fuck                    with feeling anymore?           Operator 2 does not look at him, scrolling through an          intricate city map on his computer.                               OPERATOR 2                    Hey, it's Sunday.  Children's hour                    over at the Abbey.                               OPERATOR 1                    Let's see what that filthy old                    pervert is up to.           Operator 1 punches in some coordinates and the sound over the          speakers changes to a garbled fart of noise.  Two voices          drown beneath a cacophony of classical music.                               OPERATOR 1                    What the --           He tries to dial out the background and suddenly the voices          rise clearly above the din.                               VOICE 1                    ... And I saw a black shape against                    the flames.  Oh god.  It's you.                     The man from room five.  You've                    come --                               VOICE 2                    To collect what's mine.                               VOICE 1                    I beg you!  I don't want to die!                     Please have mercy!           The two men look at each other, Operator 1 lunging for a red          phone.                               OPERATOR 1                    Get me the Finger.  This is an                    emergency!           EXT.  BISHOP'S QUARTERS - NIGHT           Close on a stain of white vomit and blood on the thick pile          of a Persian rug.  It is encircled in police chalk.           Pull back to reveal the chalk outline where the body of          Bishop Lilliman was found.  The circled bloodstain floats          above the head like the last word balloon of a crude comic          strip character.           The Bishop's quarters is slowly being picked over by a          forensic team from the Nose.  A photographer's flash bursts          against a painted "V" on the wall near the body outline.           At the window, Finch chews on his pipe, staring at a plastic          evidence bag that contains a single violet carson rose.                               DOMINIC                    No prints yet, sir.  Just like                    Prothero.                               FINCH                    I want those tapes from the Ear in                    my office tonight, Dominic.                               DOMINIC                    Yes, sir.  They're on top of it.           Finch turns to a muscular man named Creedy, second in command          at the Finger.                               FINCH                    Any word from your superior, Mr.                    Creedy?                               CREEDY                    Mr. Almond doesn't seem to be                    answering his page, sir.  I'm sure                    he's in the field.                               FINCH                    Quite.           INT.  CONRAD HEYER'S BEDROOM           Grunting like an animal, Derek's face is frozen, locked in          the rigor of a violent orgasm.  After a moment, he collapses          beside Helen onto the sweat soaked sheets.                               HELEN                    There you go, baby.  Now my baby                    boy can think so much clearer.                     Can't he?           She grabs her cigarette case and her lighter.                               HELEN                    You have been thinking, haven't                    you?           She straddles his chest then lights two cigarettes.                               HELEN                    I know you have.  Ever since this                    terrorist appeared.           He smiles as she puts one of the cigarettes in his mouth.                               HELEN                    Oh jesus, that smile.  That smile                    turns me on like nothing else.           She whispers in his ear.                               HELEN                    Tell me.  Tell me what's going on                    in that ruthless sadistic brain of                    yours.                               DEREK                    Everyone is so worried about the                    terrorist.  Especially Susan.  You                    know why?  Because nobody knows                    what he's going to do.           He exhales through his grinding teeth.                               DEREK                    If I were him, I know what I'd do.           He whispers.                               DEREK                    I'd blow that fat bastard to                    kingdom come.           Helen bolts up.                               HELEN                    No.  You're kidding.                               DEREK                    Am I?           He smiles, blowing more smoke.                               DEREK                    There's an old train line under the                    New Government Building.  It                    collapsed when they poured the                    foundation.  You could haul in                    enough TNT to launch our Leader's                    ass all the way to the moon.           Helen's eyes gleam as he laughs.                               HELEN                    You're serious, aren't you?           He eyes her sucking on the cigarette.                               DEREK                    You need to be careful, Helen.                     Your mouth is going to get you into                    trouble one day.                               HELEN                    Is that the same trouble you love                    putting in my mouth?                               DEREK                    You never know who might be                    listening.                                HELEN                    I know, Derek.  You love your                    country and you love your party,                    just like you love your wife.           He glares at her.                               HELEN                    Derek.  I'm sorry.  I know I can be                    a *****.  But that's why you're                    here, isn't it?           He smiles again and she presses her body to his.                               HELEN                    This is it, isn't it, Derek?  What                    we've been waiting for.  At last,                    you'll be rid of Susan.  I'll be                    rid of Conrad.  And we'll be free.                     Free, won't we?           His eyes close as he grinds his hips into hers and we rise,          drifting up to the ceiling light fixture --           Where we see a tiny hidden microphone.           INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE - THE NOSE           Finch sits at his desk, staring into the silence of his          notepad.  He has doodled a little "V" with a circle around          it.           He looks up as Dominic enters, holding up a portable cassette          player.                               DOMINIC                    Sorry it took so long.  The boys                    had a devil of a time trying to                    filter out the background noise.                               FINCH                    Background noise?                               DOMINIC                    The perpetrator apparently turned                    on the Bishop's stereo.                     Subsequently, a great deal of the                    tape is useless.           He hands the player to Finch.                               FINCH                    What music did he play?                               DOMINIC                    Beethoven.  The fifth, I believe.           Finch smiles.                               FINCH                    Da, da, da, dum.  That's code.                     Morse code.                               DOMINIC                    Sir?                               FINCH                    For the letter "V".           Finch punches "play".           Over the small speaker, we sear Evey protesting to V, then          run.  He stops it.                               FINCH                    Anything on the girl yet?                               DOMINIC                    No.  The agency said somebody                    claiming to be Lilliman's valet                    canceled his Sunday appointment.           Finch starts it again and this time the tape is very fuzzy.                               FINCH                    What is it?                               DOMINIC                    23rd Psalm.           We recognize some of the words though muted and crackly.                               TAPE (V.O.)                    Though I walk through the valley of                    the shadow of death...                               DOMINIC                    It goes on like that for a while.                     Fairly incoherent except we could                    make out a few words in this part.                     Transubstantiation.           Finch nods, understanding.                               DOMINIC                    That miracle business when the                    wafer transform into the body of                    Christ.                               FINCH                    He made him eat a host.                               DOMINIC                    Yes, listen to this part.           The tape becomes somewhat clearer as the music rests.                               TAPE (V.O.)                    ... And at the moment this enters                    your mouth it becomes the flesh of                    the savior?  Yes... please... And                    whatever it is made of now it will                    become the body of Christ?  Yes...                    yes...           They eye each other.                               TAPE (V.O.)                    I want you to swallow it.                               DOMINIC                    There's a couple of funny human                    noises...                               FINCH                    And then just Beethoven's fifth.           He shuts off the tape.                               FINCH                    We have got the initial path report                    back.  The host was full of                    cyanide.           Finch picks up the bag with the violet carson.                               FINCH                    And do you know what?           He rises, sliding into his jacket.                               FINCH                    When it reached his abdomen, it was                    still cyanide.           INT.  MORGUE           Close on the heavy stitching of a "Y" incision sewn into the          chest of a corpse.  It is one of the Bishop's guards.                               DELIA                    Do you have a motive?           Finch is standing next to the cadaver gurney with the          coroner, Delia Surridge.  She is a serious woman, hair wound          tight behind her head in a severe bun.                               DELIA                    I mean, was anything taken?           She fills the dead man's head with cotton and replaces the          top of his skull.                               FINCH                    Just lives.           Pulling at the man's scalp, she stretches it over the          replaced skull piece.                               FINCH                    I know it's too early for your                    profile but do you have any initial                    impressions?                               DELIA                    Well...           She points at a jagged puncture wound at the base of the          man's sternum with a ball point pen.                               DELIA                    He's incredibly powerful.  This                    man's sternum was split like dry                    wood from the base all the way up                    to the manubrium.           Finch peers into the hole.                               DELIA                    And he's resourceful.  On that                    table behind you is a breakdown of                    all the chemicals found in                    Prothero's blood stream.           Finch hefts the pile of computer paper.                               FINCH                    Bloody hell.                               DELIA                    There were hundreds of different                    chemicals in him.  From                    trinitrotoluene to estrogen to                    motor oil.           He flips through the document, biting into the wooden end of          his pipe.                               FINCH                    Perhaps Fate will make something                    more of all this.  I certainly                    can't.                               DELIA                    The Leader finally authorized an                    uplink for you?  He must be getting                    nervous.                               FINCH                    Quite.  Government directed                    terrorism never sews healthy ideas                    into the public.  Oh, that reminds                    me.           Finch pulls the evidence bag from his pocket.                               FINCH                    Can you tell us anything about                    this?           Delia's eyes lock onto the violet carson.                               FINCH                    We found one in the carriage with                    Prothero and this one in the                    Bishop's quarters.  A violet                    carson.           He hands it to her.                               FINCH                    I heard that strain had died off.                     Thought a botanist might shed some                    light on it.  Delia?           Delia, riveted to the rose, suddenly looks up to him.                               DELIA                    Yes -- Yes, of course.                               FINCH                    Magic.  I'll drop by tomorrow then.           He turns, leaving her with the rose.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           V relaxes with a book in an overstuffed reading chair, a          violet carson rose resting on a table next to him.  He begins          to read a passage aloud.                               V                    "There is more behind and inside of                    V than any of us had suspected.                     Not who, but what: what is she?"           He places the book down.  Thomas Pynchon's "V".           V rises, lifting the rose and moving into the darkness of the          Shadow Gallery.           EXT.  EMPTY STREET           A small figure moves down the dark wet street, the          cobblestones glistening like black scales.           The huddled figure arcs across the street in the shadows,          avoiding the pools of streetlight.  It is Evey, a frightened          look on her face.           INT.  KITTY KAT KELLER           A woman in combat boots, fishnets, and a tight fitting          soldier's uniform is in the middle of a cheeky number on          stage in this smoky burlesque bar.  It is a popular place          with locals and Fingermen.           Peter Creedy squeezes through the crowd, angling for the back          of the bar where a number of loud Fingermen are drinking.                               CREEDY                    What's all this, then, Harper?  I                    get a radio that a man's down and                    in need of assistance?                               HARPER                    I ain't gone down yet but I sure do                    need some assistance.           Creedy leans in.                               CREEDY                    Are you flat broke already?           They break up in laughter, led by Creedy who sits next to          Harper, pouring himself a drink.                               LOUT                    How'd you sneak away, Creedy?                     Almond off buggering that blonde                    chippy?                               HARPER                    The one with the tits?           They all begin to hoot and whistle.                               CREEDY                    What I wouldn't give for a piece of                    that.                               LOUT                    She could serve a tray of drinks on                    those thingies.                               HARPER                    I bet you get your chance with her                    sooner than later, Creedy, with the                    way Almond's crackin' up.                               LOUT                    Bloody bugger's losing his marbles.                               HARPER                    Terrorist or no, if that bastard                    gives me another double shift, I'll                    stomp his fucking head.           Creedy raises his drink.                               CREEDY                    Aye.  This nonsense has put a                    serious strain on my drinking.  I                    think I was actually sober today.                               LOUT                    I'll drink to that.                               HARPER                    We need to get a real man of the                    people in that director's position.                     Like Creedy here.           Everyone cheers in agreement.                               CREEDY                    Well, it's good to know when the                    shit hits the fan who your real                    friends are.           They salute and drink.           INT.  ALMOND HOME           Derek Almond sits hunched under a desk lamp, pumping the          cylinders of his revolver with a wire brush.           Rosemary shuffles up to him, her frumpy gown gathered around          her.                               ROSEMARY                    Derek --           He blows down one of the cylinders, not looking up.                               DEREK                    I don't want to hear it, Rosemary.                               ROSEMARY                    Derek, please!  We can't carry on                    like this.           Derek stares at the gun, rage building.                               ROSEMARY                    You don't talk to me.  You don't                    eat with me.  You don't have sex --           Derek leaps up, slugging her.           Rosemary clatters to the ground in tears.  Derek glowering          over her.                               DEREK                    I don't have to take any crap from                    you!  I have that fat bastard                    riding me all day.  I don't want to                    listen to you, so shut your fat                    gob!           He leans into her face.                               DEREK                    And me not wanting to fuck you is                    obvious.  Take a look at yourself.           He sits back in front of the gun, wiping it down.                               DEREK                    Get out of my sight.  I'm cleaning                    my gun.           INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S HOME           Dr. Surridge sits somberly in the dark, street light          filtering in from the open curtains.           Her eyes fixed on the violet carson as she slowly turns it          over in her hands, fingers tracing the soft petals.           After a moment, she stands, letting it fall from her lap.           INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE - THE NOSE           Finch turns as Dominic bursts in.                               DOMINIC                    I got it!                               FINCH                    A connection?           Dominic waves a printout.                               DOMINIC                    Larkhill Resettlement Camp.                     Prothero's and Lilliman's                    employment records show they both                    help positions there at similar                    times.                               FINCH                    What about codename V?                               DOMINIC                    Most of Larkhill's records were                    destroyed for security reasons but                    I did uncover an old standard                    procedures and operations manual.           Dominic smiles.                               DOMINIC                    In special case studies, medical                    research groups used roman numerals                    to identify test inmates.                               FINCH                    Five is the letter V.  Brilliant,                    Dominic.           Finch slides in front of his computer.                               FINCH                    All we need is Larkhill's                    employment records.           INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S BEDROOM           The covers pulled protectively up around her, Delia rests in          a light, uneasy sleep.           Suddenly, an eye pops open as she awakens, catching a          familiar scent.  She slowly sits up and inhales.                               DELIA                    Roses.           She closes her eyes.                               DELIA                    It's you, isn't it?  You've come to                    kill me.           From the shadows, V answers.                               V                    Yes.           Tears begin to streak her face.                               DELIA                    Oh thank god.  Thank god.           INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE - THE NOSE           Dominic hangs over Finch's shoulder as Larkhill's employment          record comes up.           Finch's mouth falls open.                               FINCH                    Oh my god.           Row after row of names scroll by at the end of each bio are          the words: deceased, file closed.                               FINCH                    Oh bloody hell.           The data banks unfurl like a mass grave.                               DOMINIC                    He's killed them all?  It's not                    possible.           Finch stops, staring at the one name whose file is not          closed --                               FINCH                    Oh no.           Dr. Delia Surridge.           INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S BEDROOM           V floats on the edge of the room's shadows, a dark angel.                               V                    Are you afraid?                               DELIA                    No, no.  I thought I would be, but                    I'm not.  I'm --           She looks at the hovering, smiling mask.                               DELIA                    Relieved.           She starts to cry again.                               DELIA                    Oh god, all these years.  All this                    waiting.  And somehow I always knew                    you'd come back.           Delia thinks back.                               DELIA                    When I saw you that night -- the                    night you escaped, you were                    standing against the flames and you                    looked straight at me.           The mask almost nods.                               DELIA                    I knew then that one day you'd come                    looking for me, that you'd find me.           Her voice drops to an almost confessional whisper.                               DELIA                    What -- what happened at Larkhill.                     What we did -- What I did.  That                    terrible knowledge, it's been with                    me so long.  That I could do things                    like that.           Delia rubs the salty tears from her eyes.                               DELIA                    For years, I blamed it on the                    government, on the authority I                    could never stand up to.  But                    living so long with the knowledge                    of what I did has made me                    understand otherwise.  I alone was                    accountable.           V watches her.                               DELIA                    There is something wrong with us.                     With all of mankind.  With me.                     Something evil that made me enjoy                    what I did.  Some hideous flaw.           Her voice almost trails off.                               DELIA                    We deserve to be culled.  We                    deserve it.           INT.  ALMOND BEDROOM           Light sweeps across Rosemary from the opening bedroom door as          she sobs softly in bed.  Derek enters, holding a bottle of          whiskey and his clean gun.           She sits up as Derek looms over her.                               ROSEMARY                    Derek?  What?           He lifts the gun into her bruised face.  Her eyebrows cringe          as he slowly pulls the trigger.                               DEREK                    Bang.           Click.  It is empty.                               DEREK                    Don't worry, Rose.  I didn't load                    it.           The phone rings.                               DEREK                    Not tonight.           He grins evilly at her and answers the bedside phone.                               DEREK                    Almond.  What?!  Where?           Derek's drunk eyes light up.                               DEREK                    Oh god, yes!  God, thank you!           He slams the phone down, charging out of the room.           EXT.  KITTY KAT KELLER           A gaggle of drunks exit the bar, laughing and singing as they          pass a small figure.           INT.  KITTY KAT KELLER           Evey wanders into the bar amidst the lustful screams and cat          calls for the line of high stepping, semi-clothed girls on          stage.           She stares out into the crowd, not sure why she is here when          a man approaches her: Creedy.  His sloppy smile indicates he          has had a few drinks.                               CREEDY                    You look lost.           She looks blankly at him.                               CREEDY                    Can I buy you a drink?                               EVEY                    No... I made a mistake.           She turns for the door.                               EVEY                    I have to find someone.           Creedy frowns as his radio crackles.                               CREEDY                    Well I didn't like the looks of you                    anyway --                               RADIO (V.O.)                    All units, all units.  Code red.                     Converge in Plaistow to apprehend                    codename V.                               CREEDY                    Bloody hell!           He screams to the Fingermen at the back.                               CREEDY                    It's him!  We got him!           Evey watches as they storm out of the bar, then follows.           EXT.  CITY STREET           The emergency lights blaring, Finch's car squeals around a          corner.           INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S BEDROOM           V hovers ghostly at Delia's bedside.                               DELIA                    It's funny, I was given one of your                    roses today.  I wasn't sure you                    were the terrorist until I saw it.           She manages a smile.                               DELIA                    What a strange coincidence.  That I                    should be given it today.                               V                    There are no coincidences, Delia.                     Only the illusion of coincidence.           He reaches into his cloak.                               V                    I have another rose.  This one is                    for you.           He hands it to her.                               DELIA                    Then you are going to kill me now?           V produces an empty syringe.                               V                    I killed you ten minutes ago.                     While you slept.                               DELIA                    Is there any pain?           V sits on the bed.                               V                    No.  No pain.                               DELIA                    Thank you.           She stares at the mask.                               DELIA                    Can I -- Can I see your face again?           V slowly pulls off his hat and lifts his mask.  Delia stares          into his face.                               DELIA                    It's beautiful...           The rose falls from her hands.           INT.  HALL           V quietly shuts the door as if not to wake her and turns just          as --           Derek Almond reaches the top of the stairs.                               DEREK                    Don't move an inch, you bloody                    bastard.           He trains his gun.                               DEREK                    You didn't hear me arrive, did you?                     Didn't know we'd rumbled you?           He squints.                               DEREK                    It's all finished, chummy.  All of                    it.  The old man told me it was my                    head or yours and what do you know.                     It's yours.           The smiling mask stares.                               DEREK                    Because you're standing over there                    with your bloody stupid knives and                    your fancy karate gimmicks --           Derek pulls back the hammer.                               DEREK                    And I've got a gun.           He smiles.                               DEREK                    Bang.           Click.  He never loaded it.           There is an awkward moment of silence, then V moves --           Cloak opening, filling the hall like a black tidal wave that          envelopes Derek.  He chokes a scream as V embraces him,          slipping a knife above his floating rib.           Derek Almond sputters as he claws at V's mask.                               DEREK                    Who -- Who are you?                               V                    Yes, look.  Look and tell me what                    you see.           He rips V's mask off as V thrusts the knife in deeper.           Derek's eyes widen in horror as his life pours out the knife          wound.                               DEREK                    Horrible!  God, it's horrible!           V jerks his blade free, letting Derek slip to the ground.           EXT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S HOME           Finch's car bucks up onto the sidewalk.           Finch and Dominic tear out of the car and barrel into the          house.           INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S HOME           At the top of the stairs, they find the dead Derek.  Finch          rushes past him for the bedroom.                               FINCH                    Delia?           Inside, he finds her.  Her eyes fixed, cold, and dead, a          single violet carson in her lap.                               FINCH                    Get an ambulance.           EXT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S HOME           Evey rushes around a corner to see a crime scene bathed in          siren light.  She pushes up to the police barricade as the          M.E.'s load a draped body into their van.                               EVEY                    Oh no... V?           She tries to angle around to get a better look when a man in          a brown overcoat grabs her from behind and drags her into the          alley.           INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S BEDROOM           From the corner of the room, Finch sits, watching as the          M.E.'s wheel out Delia's body.           Dominic squeezes past the gurney and crosses toward Finch.                               DOMINIC                    I'm sorry, sir.  You knew the                    doctor pretty well?           Finch nods.                               DOMINIC                    We found this on her bureau, sir.                     It's Dr. Surridge's journal.  It                    covers her years at Larkhill.  It                    might contain the whole story.           Dominic searches for something more to say when Finch does          not answer.           After a moment, Finch looks at the book in Dominic's hand,          then takes it, leafing through the pages.  They flip by, a          breathy sigh, rising to a cold wind.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    May 23rd...           INT.  LARKHILL MEDICAL RESEARCH BLOCK - DAY - FLASHBACK           A younger Dr. Surridge, one by one, administers a series of          injections to her research stock.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    Prothero has hand picked my                    subjects.  Four dozen of them, none                    of which will be any use to me if I                    don't get to work soon.           She finishes an injection, Prothero encouraging the next          subject.  We recognize her as the woman Prothero pointed at.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    They're so weak and pathetic I find                    myself hating them.           Delia prepares the next dose, a sour look on her face.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    They don't fight or struggle.  Just                    stare at you with weak eyes.                               PROTHERO                    Next.           INT.  LARKHILL OVENS - DAY - FLASHBACK           Two inmate orderlies are hefting sacked cadavers from a cart          into an incinerator.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    June 9th: Of the original four                    dozen, over 75% are now deceased.                     Strangely, no clear patterns have                    emerged as of yet.           Another body thuds onto the pile.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    Batch 5 seems to have no common                    discernible effect on any specific                    group though the men seem slightly                    more resilient than the women.           When it is full, they move to the next door until the cart is          empty.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    I'm hoping the survivors will                    provide more answers or my time                    here will have gone to waste.           Red heat suddenly glows from the oven vents as the orderly          throws a series of switches.           INT.  LARKHILL MEDICAL RESEARCH BLOCK - DAY - FLASHBACK           Dr. Surridge moves down the drab aseptic hallway accompanied          by an armed guard.  Roman numerals on the doors to each cell          ascend to five.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    June 18: And only five left now.                     Two men and three women.  Which                    tends to contradict my entry on the                    9th.           She pauses at room five.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    The man in room five is a                    fascinating case.           She looks through the small chicken wire glass window in the          door.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    Physically, there doesn't seem to                    be anything wrong with him.  No                    cellular anomalies, nothing.           In the back, just on the edge of the room's shadow, sits the          man in room five, silently staring back.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    Batch five, however, seems to have                    brought on some kind of psychotic                    breakdown.  He's quite insane.           Dr. Surridge can't seem to break her stare.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    He has this way of looking through                    you.  Reverend Lilliman won't go                    near him.  He claims that it is the                    devil in room five.  I see him                    cross himself whenever he passes                    his door.  Still, there's something                    about him...           EXT.  LARKHILL GARDEN - DAY - FLASHBACK           Dr. Surridge slowly moves through the Larkhill garden, an          incredible abundance of fruits, vegetables and violet carson          roses.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    I'm glad Prothero let room five                    have a go at the gardening project.                     He is quite proficient.  Prothero                    was reluctant to allow an inmate                    access to the tool and chemical                    supply at first but now the fat                    toad is delighted.  The crop has                    almost doubled.           She traces the petals of a rose with her finger.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    He also grows roses.  Beautiful                    roses.           INT.  LARKHILL LOUNGE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK           Dr. Surridge and several other Larkhill appointees relax          after dinner.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    December 24th: I was in the mess.                     It was about half past ten when we                    heard the first explosion.           A massive explosion shakes the building to its very core, its          windows shattering and hooded pendulum lights swinging.           EXT.  LARKHILL LOUNGE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK           Men and women clutch at their throats as they tumble out into          the yard.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    The ones at the front ran straight                    into the gas.  It was horrible.           They drop to the ground, gasping and vomiting.           The back door is kicked open, Dr. Surridge following two          guards.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    A few of us made it out through the                    rear door.  You could hear men                    screaming everywhere.  I hate the                    sound of men screaming.           She looks out, men running, collapsing, dying in a yellow          green haze that seems everywhere.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    In the center of the camp,                    everything was on fire.  Everyone                    running in all directions.  We had                    hardly enough time to get our                    bearings when the ovens exploded.           Another explosion wracks the compound.  The pillar of flame          rises into the black sky, dwarfing the men in the camp.           Dr. Surridge sees a gaping hole in the medical block, its          insides turned out like an unholy birth.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    It was the man in room rive.  I                    couldn't have known.  The chemical                    supplies, grease solvents, ammonia,                    fertilizer.  He'd been making                    things with them.           Close on a soldier, doubled over, hacking up bile.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    Mustard gas...           A sticky blue fire licks up from a blackened body like a dura          flame.                               DELIA                    And napalm.           Dr. Surridge turns as a silhouette crosses the yard, backlit          by a curtain of fire.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    And in the yard, I saw him.  He had                    the flames behind him.  He was                    naked.           The man stops.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    He looked at me...           Dr. Surridge seems to wilt under his stare but cannot look          away.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    As if I were an insect.  Oh god.                     As if I were something mounted on a                    slide.           The flames convulse hypnotically behind him.                               DELIA (V.O.)                    He looked at me.           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           Finch snaps Dr. Surridge's journal shut.           He sits in front of the Leader's desk puffing on his pipe          while Susan stares coldly.                               FINCH                    That's the last entry until six                    months later when Dr. Surridge is                    back in London.  There is no                    mention of the man in room five                    again.  End of story.           He tosses the journal on Susan's desk.                               FINCH                    Except that it wasn't the end of                    the story.           Finch rises, crossing to the wastebasket.                               FINCH                    Between 2009 and 2012, over forty                    men and women who were previously                    stationed at Larkhill met with what                    were believed to be accidental                    deaths.  Eventually, only three                    remained.           He taps his pipe into his hand, pouring the contents into the          wastebasket.                               FINCH                    The three he'd been saving until                    last.           Finch brushes the ashes from his hands and begins repacking          his pipe.                               FINCH                    Everyone who worked at Larkhill.                     Everyone who could have identified                    him.  You see there are two                    possible motives here.  Not one.           Susan raises his head.                               FINCH                    The first is revenge.  He escapes                    from Larkhill and vows to get even                    with his tormentors.  The whole                    exercise an elaborate, chilling                    vendetta.           When he finishes repacking the pipe, he replaces it in his          mouth.                               FINCH                    That's the explanation that I find                    most reassuring, funnily enough.                     Because that means he's finished.                     It's over now.           Finch begins relighting his pipe.                               FINCH                    The second motive is more sinister.                     Like I said, everyone who could                    have identified him is dead.           A flame leaps into the air.                               FINCH                    What if he's just been clearing the                    ground?           Another burst.                               FINCH                    What if he's planning something                    else?           The lighter slips back into his pocket.                               FINCH                    You see, the diary we found was in                    full view.  We didn't have to                    search for it.  He left it there.                     He wanted us to find it.  He wanted                    us to know the story.  Or...           Finch returns to his chair, letting out a huge cloud.                               FINCH                    For all we know, the diary could be                    a complete and utter fake.                     Codename V could have written it                    himself.           Finch leans forward.                               FINCH                    He's playing games with us.  He                    might never have been at Larkhill                    at all.  Do you see?  It could all                    be another smoke screen, a false                    trail, another cover story --                               LEADER                    Enough!           Susan punches the desk.                               LEADER                    Mr. Finch, would you please explain                    to me the nature of this meeting?!                     Because I was under the impression                    that you had some information about                    the terrorist, codename V!           And punches it again until his fist hurts.                               LEADER                    No more questions, understand!  I                    want answers!  I am not interested                    in where he grew up, what kind of                    flowers he likes or his favorite                    color!           Susan's collar chokes his face to an unnatural crimson.                               LEADER                    Do I make myself clear?                               FINCH                    Yes, Leader.           After a moment, Finch stands, Susan hanging on his last word.                               LEADER                    Dismissed.  England prevails, Mr.                    Finch.           Finch turns, Susan calling after him as he leaves.                               LEADER                    Mr. Finch, the girl.  Do you have                    anything on the girl?           Finch pauses at the door.                               FINCH                    No, Leader.  Not yet.           INT.  CELL           Evey stirs as voices drift in from the hall outside her door.                               MAN                    Wake up, cow.           Three guards are silhouetted in the doorway of a cramped jail          cell.  Still sluggish from the chloroform, Evey looks down at          the coarse slipover she's now wearing.           One of the men, Rossiter, crosses toward Evey, swinging a          pair of shackles.  He grabs Evey, slamming her face down into          the hard cot, driving a knee between her shoulder blades.           Evey screams.                               GUARD 1                    Tsk.  This pathetic whore is the                    famous Miss Hammond?           The shackles bite down on her wrists as they laugh in the          hall.                               EVEY                    You've made a mistake.           Rossiter stands her up, shoving her into the wall.                               ROSSITER                    Shut up.                               EVEY                    Please.  I haven't done anything --           He slides a thick hood over her head.                               ROSSITER                    I said shut your hole!           INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM           The hood is lifted from her head.  Evey squints hard, awash          in a blinding, burning light.           A man sits, unmoving, at a desk across from her, a guard at          his side, both backlit by a harsh white kliegs.           Evey's eyes start to water as she blinks.                               INTERROGATOR                    Do you know why you're here.  Evey                    Hammond?                               EVEY                    No, please, I didn't do anything.                               INTERROGATOR                    Allow me to be more precise.  Did                    you participate in the murder of                    Dr. Delia Surridge?                               EVEY                    No.                               INTERROGATOR                    Did you participate in the murder                    of Derek Almond, director of the                    Finger?                               EVEY                    No, I --                               INTERROGATOR                    Did you participate in the murder                    of Bishop Anthony Lilliman?                               EVEY                    Oh god, I don't --                               INTERROGATOR                    Have you ever participated in a                    terrorist act against your country?                               EVEY                    No --                               INTERROGATOR                    What is the identity of codename V?                               EVEY                    I don't know.                               INTERROGATOR                    You are a lying cunt.           A monitor next to the desk lights up.  From the snowy static,          an image begins to form.           A girl is talking to a man.  She is shoving her hips at him,          propositioning him.  When more men appear from the alley,          Evey realizes she is watching herself.                               EVEY                    They were going to rape me, kill                    me --           Rossiter grabs a handful of her hair.                               ROSSITER                    Shut up.           She swallows hard when she sees V emerge on the screen.  The          image freezes on his smiling face.                               INTERROGATOR                    This board will not tolerate any                    more of your lies, Miss Hammond.                     We have over 120 minutes of audio                    and videotape and 75 pages of                    testimonials from eye witness that                    identify you as an accomplice to                    the terrorist, codename V.           The monitor blinks off.                               INTERROGATOR                    Do you want to know why you're                    here?  You are formally being                    brought up on charges of murder on                    fourteen counts and sedition                    against your Leader and country                    which brings an automatic sentence                    of death.                               EVEY                    Please.  I didn't do anything.                               INTERROGATOR                    Process the prisoner and return her                    to her cell until she is more                    cooperative.           Rossiter slips the hood back over Evey's head.           INT.  PROCESSING ROOM           Evey cries as a rough hand runs a pair of electric clippers          over her head.  Huge sheaves of her hair fall to the ground.                                                        DISSOLVE TO:           INT.  CELL           Evey lies crumpled on the hard floor, unmoving, as a tray of          food is slid through a slot at the bottom of the door.           She watches as a rat crosses from a hole in the wall,          sniffing the murky rendered gelatin in the wooden bowl.                                                        DISSOLVE TO:           INT.  PROCESSING ROOM           Evey hangs limply from a set of manacles as she is washed and          deloused by heavy hands.           She coughs in the yellow bug powder cloud as it burns her          eyes and the red welts on her back.                                                        DISSOLVE TO:           INT.  CELL           Evey is curled up on the cot like a dry fetus, now gaunt arms          wrapped around her legs.  She blinks when she hears something          moving in the rat hole.           Evey raises her head as something is pushed through the          crevice.           Tentative fingers search the hole, pulling out a length of          toilet paper.  Over every inch of it is a delicately scrawled          message.           We move into the rathole, its edges slowly filling the frame          until black.           EXT.  INTERROGATION ROOM           Pull back from a shadow, the outline of the interrogator's          silhouette against sharp light coming into frame.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    I read her letter.  Hid it.  Slept.                     Woke.  They questioned me.  And I                    read her letter again.           Rossiter is buckling Evey's thin arms and legs into a chair.           Her now frail frame can barely hold up the frayed brown          slipover.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    Over and over...           On the table in front of her, there is a large wash basin of          water.  Rossiter dunks her head into it.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    Her name was Valerie.           INT.  CLASSROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK           A teacher reads from her lesson plan in front of rows and          rows of uniformed pubescences in this all girl private          school.  Her voice drones on and on like Muzak.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    I was born in a rainy burg in                    Nottingham in 1975.  I passed my                    eleven plus and went to girl's                    grammar.           A blonde tomboy sneaks a smile to her curly haired friend          next to her.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    I met my first girlfriend at                    school.  Her name was Sara.  Her                    wrists.  Her wrists were beautiful.           Her hand slides across the desk, fingers tickling the young          flesh of Sara's wrist.           The teacher's voice slows, dropping octaves, becoming --           INT.  BIOLOGY LAB - DAY - FLASHBACK           A man's voice.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    I sat in biology class staring at                    the pickled rabbit fetus while Mr.                    Herd said it was an adolescent                    phase that people outgrew.           Valerie looks at Sara across the room, her head down in          shame.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    Sara did.  I didn't.           INT.  LIVING ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK           Two teenage girls stand in front of a middle aged couple.           They are holding hands.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    In 1994, I stopped pretending and                    took a girl called Christine home                    to meet my parents.           The greying woman repeats the sign of the cross over and          over, sobbing into a handkerchief.  Her hu*****and's face is          contorted in disgust.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    A week later I moved to London to                    go to college and study drama.  My                    mother said I broke her heart.           EXT.  PARK - DAY - FLASHBACK           Two young women cuddle on a park bench under a London summer          sky, feeding the pigeons.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    But it was my integrity that was                    important.  Is that so selfish?  It                    sells for so little but it's all we                    have left in this place...           The black haired girl nibbles on the blonde's ear.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    It is the very last inch of us...           INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM           Evey struggles against Rossiter's weight who keeps her head          submerged.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    But within that inch we are free.                               INTERROGATOR                    Enough.           Rossiter wrenches back and Evey sucks hard for air, coughing          out water.                               INTERROGATOR                    Now Miss Hammond, let us review the                    facts.           Evey stares at him, eyes red, heart pounding in her ears.                               INTERROGATOR                    You work for codename V.  Codename                    V killed Delia Surridge and then                    Derek Almond with your help and                    that is why you were found outside                    her home.           Evey begins to shake her head, water sluicing off her thin          face.                               INTERROGATOR                    Isn't that what happened, Miss                    Hammond?                               EVEY                    No.  No, that isn't true --                               INTERROGATOR                    Oh dear, Rossiter?           Rossiter grabs Evey's neck --                               EVEY                    No, wait!           Plunging her head into the bowl.  Water fills Evey's nose and          ears.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    London.  I was happy in London.           INT.  THEATRE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK           The packed house watches as a Prince kneels before a woman's          bare foot with a slipper of glass.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    I played Dandini in Cinderella.           The woman glances into the dark sea of faces.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    The world was strange and rustling                    with invisible crowds behind the                    hot lights and all that breathless                    glamour.           EXT.  MEADOW - DAY - FLASHBACK           Two women weep in each other's arms, embracing in a perfect          knee high meadow.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    Work improved.  I got small film                    roles, then bigger ones.           The blonde woman brushes away a tear from the other's cheek.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    In 2006, I starred in "The Salt                    Flats."  That's where I met Ruth.                     We fell in love.           We pull back and see we are on location for a movie and the          two women are being filmed.           INT.  CONDO - NIGHT - FLASHBACK           Ruth and Valerie sit on the couch watching television.  On          the table behind them is a bouquet of violet carson roses.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    Every Valentine's Day she sent me                    roses and, oh god, we had so much.                     Those were the best three years of                    my life.           The two women stare at the newscast in tears, the sound of          marching coming from the set's speakers.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    In 2010, they came.           EXT.  LONDON STREET - DAY - FLASHBACK           The sound of marching explodes as columns of men in brown          uniforms and jack boots fill the streets.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    And after that there were no more                    roses...           INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM           Rossiter presses his elbow onto Evey's neck, holding her          submerged.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    Not for anybody.           Rossiter lets Evey up.  Her red burnt lungs gulp at the air.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    After the takeover, they started                    rounding up the gays.  They took                    Ruth while she was out looking for                    food.           Evey blinks hard, black fireworks exploding in her eyes.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    Why are they so frightened of us?           She wheezes, on the edge of unconsciousness.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    They burned her face with                    cigarettes and made her give them                    my name.  She signed a statement                    saying I'd seduced her.           The interrogator's voice melts into a slag heap of sound with          the hot, rhythmic pounding in her ears.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    I didn't blame her.  God, I loved                    her but I didn't blame her.           Rossiter uncuffs Evey, slipping the black bag over her head.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    But she did.           Evey's knees buckle as he forces her to stand.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    She killed herself in her cell.                     She couldn't live with betraying                    me, with giving up that last inch.                     Oh, Ruth.           Evey weaves down the hall.  Rossiter shoving her from behind.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    They came for me.  They shaved off                    my hair.  They held my head down a                    toilet and told le*****ian jokes.                     They brought me here and pumped me                    full of chemicals.           The cell door swings open.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    I can't feel my tongue.  I can't                    speak.           Rossiter yanks the hood from her head and pushes her in.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    It is strange that my life should                    end in such a terrible place but                    for three years I had roses and                    apologized to nobody.           The iron door slams shut, lock ringing in the stale air.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    I shall die here.  Every inch of me                    shall perish...           Evey rolls to her knees.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    Except one.           She crawls for the rat hole.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    An inch.  It is small and fragile                    and it's the only thing in the                    world that's worth having.           Her shaking hand pulls the letter from the stone crevice.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    We must never lose it or sell it or                    give it away.  We must never let                    them take it from us.           Evey clutches it like a rosary as she begins to cry.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    I don't know who you are but I hope                    you escape this place.  I hope that                    the world turns and things get                    better and that one day people have                    roses again.           She holds the note to her face, her tears soaking into the          fragile paper.                               VALERIE (V.O.)                    I don't know who you are but I love                    you.  I love you.  Valerie.           Slowly, Evey slips away, succumbing to blackness.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    I had come to know every inch of                    those four walls in that dark hell                    and they knew every inch of me.                     Every inch...           INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM           Loud lights blare against Evey's solemn face.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    Except one.           A typed document sits on a small tray table in front of her.                               INTERROGATOR                    "My name is Evey Hammond.  On the                    5th of November 2019, I was                    abducted by the terrorist known as                    codename V and then taken against                    my will to an unknown location."           Rossiter hovers just behind her as the Interrogator reads her          confession.                               INTERROGATOR                    "Once there, I was systematically                    brainwashed by means physical and                    psychological.  I was frequently                    subjected to sexual abuse during                    this period."           Evey's expression is unchanging.                               INTERROGATOR                    "Eventually I was terrorized into                    helping him commit the murders of                    Derek Almond, Dr. Delia Surridge,                    and Anthony Lilliman, Bishop of                    Westminster."           Rossiter drops a pen on the table.                               INTERROGATOR                    "I, the undersigned, swear that the                    above statement is genuine and that                    it was not signed by means of                    intimidation."           The pen slowly rocks to a stop.                               INTERROGATOR                    We'd like you to sign that for us,                    Miss Hammond.  Where we've put the                    little cross.           She blinks.                               EVEY                    No.                               INTERROGATOR                    As you wish.           Rossiter begins unbuckling Evey's restraints.                               INTERROGATOR                    Escort Miss Hammond back to her                    cell, Rossiter, where she will wait                    while you arrange a wet detail of                    six men.           He forces Evey to her feet.                               INTERROGATOR                    Then take her out behind the                    chemical sheds and shoot her.           INT.  CELL           The door opens behind Evey as she rereads Valerie's letter          for the last time.                               ROSSITER                    It's time, unless you want to                    change your mind.           She holds the tattered piece of toilet paper to her chest.                               ROSSITER                    Sign that statement.  You could be                    out inside three years.  Perhaps                    they'd find you a job with the                    Finger.           Evey closes her eyes.                               EVEY                    Thank you but I'd rather die behind                    the chemical sheds.           Her last words hang in the air.                               ROSSITER                    Then there's nothing left to                    threaten you with, is there?  You                    are free.           He turns and leaves.                               EVEY                    What?           She listens as his footsteps fade down the hall, the door          hanging weirdly open.           Evey takes a few tentative steps toward the door and sticks          her head out into the empty hall, peering down both ways.           Slowly, she emerges from her cell, retracing her path down          the hall that her blindfold never allowed her to see.           Quietly inching along the wall, Evey peeks around a corner,          gasping at the rigid guard standing off to the side.  There          is something about the man's frozen stare that keeps her from          running.           Evey straightens and crosses to the guard.           It is a mannequin.           She touches him, the wheeled platform he is mounted on          rolling back against the wall.           INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM           The door creaks open as Evey enters the room where for so          long she was questioned and tortured.           She crosses to the frozen Interrogator sitting at his desk.           Her finger brushes lightly against the plastic hand, then          Evey raps a knuckle on his hollow wooden head.  Around his          neck a small speaker hangs from a cord.           Evey drifts uneasily into a back room where a discarded          prison guard's uniform hangs on a rack.  On a table next to a          wig and pair of gloves, the rat looks up at her through the          bars of its tiny cage.           She moves through another door, the wind suddenly knocked          from her chest as she finally sees where her prison was          built --           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           V steps from the shadows.                               V                    Welcome home, Evey.                               EVEY                    You...           Her mouth hangs open.                               EVEY                    You did this... to me.           Evey's rail thin figure begins to shake.                               EVEY                    You did this to me!           She stumbles against the wall, unable to support herself.                               EVEY                    You -- You hit me and -- and cut my                    hair.  It was you.  It was just you                    all this time.           She doubles over, covering her face as she bursts into tears.                               EVEY                    You tortured me.  You tortured me --           Evey looks up at him, body shivering as he quietly glides          toward her.                               EVEY                    Oh god, why?                               V                    Because I love you, Evey.  Because                    I wanted to set you free.                               EVEY                    Love?           A look of horror twists her starved face.                               EVEY                    Set me free?  Don't you realize?           Slender fingers ball into fists.                               EVEY                    Don't you realize what you did to                    me?  You nearly drove me mad!           Disgust and anger light up her eyes.                               EVEY                    I hate you.           Her little, wiry body coils tight as she circles him.                               EVEY                    I hate you!  Set me free?  You put                    me in a prison to set me free?!                               V                    You were already in a prison.                     You've been in a prison all your                    life.                               EVEY                    Shut up!  I don't want to hear it.                     I wasn't in a prison.  I was happy!                     I was happy here --                               V                    Happiness is the most insidious                    prison of all, Evey.                               EVEY                    That's warped!  That's evil and                    it's wrong!  What gives you the                    right to judge?  Who are you to say                    what's not good enough?!                               V                    You were born in a prison, Evey.  I                    didn't put you there.  I just                    showed you the bars.  You've been                    in a prison so long, you no longer                    believe there's an outside world.           She wheels away from him, covering her ears, trying to get          away from his voice.                               EVEY                    Shut up!  You're mad!  I don't want                    to hear it!                               V                    That's because you're afraid, Evey.                     You're afraid because you can feel                    freedom closing in on you.  You're                    afraid because freedom is                    terrifying.           Evey falls, stumbling through the labyrinth of the Shadow          Gallery.                               EVEY                    I can't feel anything!  There's                    nothing left to feel!  Don't you                    understand?                               V                    Don't back away from it, Evey.                     Part of you understands the truth                    even as part pretends not to.           She collapses, head pounding.                               V                    Woman, this is the most important                    moment in your life.  Don't run                    from it.                               EVEY                    I don't know what -- Oh god -- I                    can't breathe --           V couches next to her.                               V                    Good.  You're almost there.  Go                    closer.  Feel the shape of it.                               EVEY                    What are you doing to me?  I can't                    breathe --                               V                    You were in a cell.  They offered                    you a choice between the death of                    your principles and the death of                    your body.           He cradles her as she hyperventilates, tears streaming down          her face.                               EVEY                    I feel -- I feel like I'm going to                    burst.                               V                    You said you'd rather die.  You                    faced the fear of your own death                    and you were calm.  Try to feel now                    what you felt then.                               EVEY                    Oh god -- I felt --           The mask hovers over her.                               EVEY                    Like an angel --           He squeezes her shuddering body.                               EVEY                    Oh god, V, I'm so scared.  What's                    happening to me?                               V                    The door of the cage is open, Evey.                     All that you feel is the wind from                    outside.  Don't be afraid.           Gently, he lifts her.                               V                    Try to walk.  The lift will take us                    to the roof.                               EVEY                    The roof?  Outside?           He helps her to an open elevator.                               EVEY                    I -- I don't want to be                    blindfolded.                               V                    No, Evey.  No more blindfolds.           The cage in the elevator rattles shut.           EXT.  ROOF - NIGHT           The two figures stand in the door of the roof access, a          raging tempest oozing from a split sky.           Something draws Evey out into the storm.           Slowly, she walks beneath it, the wind and rain pounding          against her thin frame.  Evey lets the coarse slipover fall          to the ground and stares straight up into the storm, naked,          the elements soaking into her very being.           V moves up behind her.                               V                    Do you feel it?                               EVEY                    Everything's so -- different.                               V                    I know.  Five years ago, I too                    stared beneath a night like this.                     Naked under a roaring sky.           A low rumble of thunder washes over London.                               V                    The night is yours, Evey.  Seize                    it.  Encircle it within your arms.           His words buffet against her with the sheets of rain.                               V                    Bury it in your heart up to the                    hilt.           She raises her arms to embrace the raging torrent.                               V                    Become transfixed and                    transfigured --            A jagged bolt of lightning shatters the sky.                               V                    Forever.           EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING           Finch gets out of a police car and looks up the black face of          the modern building.  He sighs and taps his pipe against the          heel of his shoe.                               DASCOMBE                    Finch!           Finch turns to find Dascombe hurrying towards him.                               DASCOMBE                    Do you know what this is all about?                               FINCH                    No, but I can guess.                               DASCOMBE                    What?                               FINCH                    "Remember, remember, the fifth of                    November."                               DASCOMBE                    Oh come on.  He's long gone.  He                    has to be.  He did what he came to                    do and it's over.           Finch chews on his pipe.                               DASCOMBE                    Isn't it?                               FINCH                    Not for us.           He turns and heads into the building.                                                           FADE OUT.           FADE IN:           EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY           A dark November sky hangs like a shroud over the building.                               LEADER (V.O.)                    A year, gentlemen.           INT.  COUNCIL CONFERENCE ROOM           The heads of each department are gathered around a table of          black granite.           Peter Creedy, sitting back out of the lights, is the new head          of the Finger.                               LEADER                    I have given you almost a year and                    you have given me nothing.                     Nothing!           He glares at Finch.                               DASCOMBE                    Now Adam, there is no one better                    than Finch and you know it.                               LEADER                    Yes, Mr. Dascombe, I do know it.                     It is that very fact that keeps me                    awake at night, wondering if                    perhaps there is a reason that Mr.                    Finch has failed.                               FINCH                    What are you saying?                               LEADER                    I'm saying that perhaps I don't                    know you as well as I thought I                    did.                               FINCH                    Are you asking for my resignation?                               LEADER                    No, I am asking for some goddamn                    results!                               DASCOMBE                    It's not Finch's fault, Adam.                               CONRAD                    We've all been looking.  The man                    simply disappeared.                               ETHERIDGE                    Vanished.                               DASCOMBE                    He's gone, Adam.  It's over.           The Leader trembles like a volcano set to blow.                               LEADER                    It's over, is it?  He's gone.                     Vanished, you say?           The Leader grabs a large box from the floor and hurls reams          of computer printout across the table.                               LEADER                    Transcripts recorded over the last                    thirty days in which the terrorist                    was talked about or mentioned in a                    positive context.  This is only                    thirty days!           He punches a "play" button and a wall of monitors blink on.           It is a recording of a television variety show.           A character that is made to look like Adam Susan is giving a          speech.  A woman is dressed like V except that the only thing          she is wearing under her cloak is a garter belt, stockings          and high heels.           V sneaks up behind Susan and yanks his pants down.  Susan is          outraged but when he gives chase he trips over his pants.           The audience hoots and howls.           The Leader kills the tape.                               LEADER                    Is this what you consider,                    "disappeared?"                               DASCOMBE                    For god's sake, Adam, it's a stupid                    variety show.                               LEADER                    Mr. Creedy, I want the producers,                    writers, and actors of that "stupid                    variety show" arrested and charged                    with sedition.                               CREEDY                    Yes, sir.                               DASCOMBE                    You can't be serious --                               LEADER                    Push me, Roger, push me and you'll                    find out how serious I am.           He stares each of them to silence.                               LEADER                    This, this V is still out there.  I                    can feel him like a sickness                    worming its way into the hearts and                    minds of the public.  Something                    must be done, and done quickly, to                    exorcise this demon for the very                    soul of this country is at stake.           He pauses.                               LEADER                    That is why I am compelled to give                    each and every one of you notice                    that if by the fifth of November                    you are still giving me nothing                    more than excuses, I will have to                    revoke your party status and                    terminate your positions.           Everyone is stunned.                               LEADER                    Mr. Creedy, I will speak with you                    in private.  The rest of you are                    dismissed.  England prevails.           INT.  LEADER'S PRIVATE QUARTERS           The Leader stands at the window.                               LEADER                    Mr. Creedy, as the new head of the                    Finger, you are the most important                    member of my cabinet.                               CREEDY                    I, uh, appreciate your faith in me.                               LEADER                    Your predecessor, Mr. Almond, was a                    good man, a man who understood what                    strength in unity meant, a man who,                    above all, loved his country.  I                    need to know if you are such a man.           His eyes bore into him.                               LEADER                    Do you love your country, Mr.                    Creedy?           EXT.  ALLEYWAY           A police car is parked in a dark alley.  It is raining and          the windows of the car are completely steamed.                               CREEDY                    Oh god, yes!           He is sweating, his knuckles white as he squeezes the          steering wheel, panting.           We hear a noise like a very wet kiss and then a woman's          voice.                               HELEN                    "The most important member of my                    cabinet."  Yes it is, isn't it,                    dear?           Helen lifts her head out of his lap.  Her lipstick is smeared          about her mouth.                               CREEDY                    Oh, don't stop.                               HELEN                    I stop when you stop.  What did he                    say next?                               CREEDY                    I can't --           She whispers in his ear while playing with his lap.                               HELEN                    Come on, Peter, what are you afraid                    of?  Almond used to tell me                    everything and you're twice the man                    he was.                               CREEDY                    He asked me... if I loved my                    country.                               HELEN                    Oh yes, I can tell you do love your                    country, almost as much as you love                    this...           She lowers her head into this lap.                               CREEDY                    Oh god...                               HELEN                    Go on.                               CREEDY                    Then he asked me to do something...                    oh, oh...                               HELEN                    What?                               CREEDY                    Helen, I can't.  I can't tell you.           Helen lifts her head.                               HELEN                    He told you to frame someone as the                    terrorist.                               CREEDY                    My god?!  How did you know that?                               HELEN                    I know Adam Susan.  Now who was it?                               CREEDY                    No way.  I can't tell you that.                               HELEN                    Yes you can, honey.  You can and                    you will.  You have to trust me,                    love.  We're going to help each                    other.                               CREEDY                    Helen, please.                               HELEN                    Look at that face.  You see?                     You're just bursting to tell me.           Her head drops back down.  Creedy moans.                               HELEN                    Now who was it?                               CREEDY                    It was... Fi... Fi... FINCH!           The name seems to orgasm from his mouth.           INT.  FINCH'S APARTMENT           Finch sits alone in his modest apartment, reading a book.           The book is Koesterler's, "The Roots of Coincidence."           An old CD player is playing music, a Bach piano concerto.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           V is playing the exact same concerto on his piano, his gloved          fingers gracefully flitting across the keys.           Evey enters the gallery.  Her hair has grown out but is still          short.  She projects a kind of strength that comes from a          deep inner peace.           V coaxes the final delicate notes and lets them softly fade.                               EVEY                    That was beautiful.           She walks up to him and takes the smiling face in her hands.                               EVEY                    I've wanted to do this for a long                    time.           She bends and gently kisses the frozen lips.                               EVEY                    Thank you, V.  Thank you for                    everything you've done for me.                               V                    You did it all yourself, Evey.  I                    just provided the backdrop but the                    drama was all your own.                               EVEY                    It was a good backdrop.  I believed                    it.  I really did.  It's still a                    bit hard for me to accept that it                    wasn't real.  That it was just you.                     Especially the letter.           She takes the letter from her pocket.                               EVEY                    It is a beautiful letter, V.  Every                    time I read it I could feel                    Valerie, almost like she was                    holding me.  I believed in her most                    of all.  I believed that she loved                    me and I loved her back.           She looks down.                               EVEY                    I feel a bit foolish telling you                    this.  I know that you must have                    written it and thought you should                    have it back.                               V                    But I didn't write that letter,                    Evey.                               EVEY                    What?                               V                    Come with me.           INT.  VALERIE'S ROOM           It is a shrine.  The walls are covered with movie posters and          reviews and pictures of an actresses named Valerie Page.  We          recognize her as the woman chosen for the medical block just          before V.           Everywhere there are flower boxes filled with blooming roses;          violet carsons.                               EVEY                    Valerie?                               V                    Yes.  Valerie Page.  She was the                    woman in room four.                               EVEY                    She's beautiful.                               V                    She wrote the letter just before                    she died.  I delivered it to you as                    it was delivered to me.  The words                    you wept over were the same words                    that transformed me.           Evey smiles and bends to smell the roses.                               EVEY                    Roses.  You grew them for her.                               V                    Yes.                               EVEY                    They're beautiful.                               V                    Evey, do you know what day it is?                               EVEY                    Two days before the first day we                    met.                               V                    You remembered.                               EVEY                    You're planning something, aren't                    you, V?                               V                    You know me too well now.                               EVEY                    What are you going to do?                               V                    I'm going to fulfill an old                    promise.           Evey cocks an eyebrow.                               V                    I'll show you.           INT.  UNDERGROUND STAIRWELL           Carrying a lantern, V leads Evey down a dark stone staircase.                               EVEY                    I've never been here before.                               V                    Yes.  It is the deepest part of my                    home.  Once you know it, I should                    think you'll know everything.           He pushes a button and a secret passage opens in a heavy          stone wall.           There is a small narrow series of passageways that he guides          her through, leading to another door.  Evey steps out into an          underground subway station.           INT.  VICTORIA STATION           Parked beside the concrete platform is a beautiful antique          train car.                               EVEY                    Oh, V, it's lovely.  Where on earth                    did you find it?                               V                    In a way, I suppose it really found                    me.           Evey steps into the train car and finds it filled with little          packages wrapped in wax paper.                               EVEY                    What's in these packages?                               V                    Gelignite.           She screams and almost drops one.                               V                    Careful.                               EVEY                    What are you going to do with all                    of it?                               V                    I told you.  I'm going to finish                    what was started four hundred years                    ago.                               EVEY                    Where does this train go?                               V                    This is the old Victoria line but                    it is blocked, blocked somewhere                    between Whitehall and St. James.                               EVEY                    Whitehall... V, that's the New                    Government Building.           V nods.                               EVEY                    But the underground has been shut                    down for years.  How are you going                    to make it run without any power?                               V                    I just thought I might ask them to                    turn it on for me.           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           The Leader sits bathed in the flickering images of the Fate          computer.                               LEADER                    Yes, Mr. Creedy?                               CREEDY                    Everything's set, sir.  No worries.                               LEADER                    When?                               CREEDY                    Tonight.           On one of the screens, a television program has just begun.                               ANNOUNCER                    Tonight on Tales from the Bible, a                    story of treachery and betrayal                    from the Book of Daniel.           We cut from that screen to another screen --           INT.  JORDAN TOWER - CONTROL BOOTH           The television studio where Roger Dascombe surveys a large          bank of monitors filled with the images of typically vapid          television entertainment.                               DASCOMBE                    All of London's waiting.  Ready,                    two.  And here we go --           A player locks on as a recorded program begins.  We move in          as the logo slashes across the screen: Storm Saxon.                               ANNOUNCER                    Tonight, England's greatest hero                    repels the forces of darkness in a                    brand new episode.           We pull back from the show's opening teaser and find          ourselves looking at a small television.           INT.  JORDAN TOWER           In the delivery bay at the back of Jordan tower, five          security guards are riveted to the heroic actions of Storm          Saxon.                               HEIDI                    Oh, Storm.  Save me!  Save me!                               STORM                    You mongrel trash, if you harm her!                               MONGREL TRASH                    Look out, de white debil has a                    laser lugar!           Behind them, a shadowy figure in a cloak and tall hat enters          the loading bay.                               GUARD                    Hey, what the -- ?           They all turn and find a smiling V.           They go for their weapons.  V goes for them.  It is brutal          and quick, knives slicing in bloody arcs, bodies kicked and          thrown with superhuman power.           The TV crashes to the ground and we move in at it as Storm          Saxon stands triumphant beside his buxom lass.                               HEIDI                    Oh Storm, hold me.  Hold me tight.           We pull back on another television screen inside --           INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE           Dominic is chewing on a hamburger, engrossed in Storm Saxon.           Across the room, Finch is reading the "Roots of Coincidence."                               FINCH                    I don't know how you stand that                    tripe.           Dominic answers with a mouthful of cheeseburger.                               DOMINIC                    Es gooh.           Finch shakes his head, reaching for his pipe.  He realizes he          is out of tobacco.  He slides open the bottom desk drawer and          his eyes almost pop out of his head.           He stares into the drawer like someone staring at his own          tombstone.                               DOMINIC                    Finch?  Finch, what's wrong?           Slowly, he lifts something from the drawer.  On his desk, he          lays out several knives, a cloak, a hat, and a smiling mask.                               DOMINIC                    What the hell?           Finch lifts the mask and almost has to laugh.                               FINCH                    Don't you see, Dominic?           He puts the mask to his face.                               FINCH                    I'm V.           INT.  JORDAN TOWER           V emerges from an elevator and immediately attacks several          more guards.  A surveillance camera watches as V steps over          their slumped, broken bodies.           INT.  CONTROL CENTER           The security guard sees V on the monitor coming directly down          the hall.                               GUARD                    Bloody hell!           He grabs the machine gun, aiming it just as V kicks open the          door.                               GUARD                    Freeze!           V stops.  At least five guards have trained their weapons on          him.  He is surrounded.           Slowly, he lifts his arms as though surrendering.  His cloak          opens, revealing enough TNT to level the entire building.  In          his hand is the plunger detonator.                               GUARD                    Fuck all.           V nods.           INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE           The door bursts open as Creedy and a group of heavily armed          Fingermen muscle in.                               DOMINIC                    Creedy?  What the hell's going on?                               CREEDY                    I'm here to arrest Mr. Finch for                    acts of treason and terrorism.                               DOMINIC                    You can't be serious.                               CREEDY                    If I were you, boy, I'd shut my                    hole unless you want to start                    explaining why you didn't say                    nothing about Mr. Finch's secret                    identity.           INT.  JORDAN TOWER           V follows Roger Dascombe into the main control booth.  The          door shuts behind them and they are alone.           All around them are the laugh tracks and gunshots of the          evening's entertainment.           V puts his hand into his cloak and pulls out a videotape.  He          hands it to Dascombe.           INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE           Finch glares at Creedy.                               FINCH                    Why don't you just shoot me,                    Creedy?  Wouldn't that make                    everything a lot simpler?                               CREEDY                    Yeah, I suppose it would.           Creedy smiles, his finger tightening on the trigger when --                               DOMINIC                    Holy Christ!  Creedy, you stupid                    ape!  If Finch is V then tell me                    who is that?           He points at the television where V sits calmly at a desk in          front of the "VTV" logo.                               V                    Good evening, London.                               CREEDY                    Bloody fuckin' hell.                               V                    I thought it was time we had a                    little talk.                               FINCH                    He has to be at Jordan tower.  Come                    on!           Finch and Dominic rush out of the room.  Creedy looks at his          confused men.                               CREEDY                    Don't just stand there!  Follow                    them!           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           V smiles at the horrified Adam Susan.                               V                    Are you sitting comfortably?  Good.                     Then I'll begin.           The Leader screams, pounding on Fate.                               LEADER                    Damn you!  Damn you!           He hits the intercom.                               LEADER                    Lieutenant, ready my transport.  I                    want every armed man within a                    hundred miles at Jordan tower.                     Now!           We move in at VTV.                               V                    Right now, I imagine there are                    hundreds of soldiers rushing here                    to kill me because someone does not                    want us to talk.           We pull back in --           INT.  LIVING ROOM           A family watching television.  In the background, two          children are squabbling.                               MOTHER                    Hush.  Turn it up.           The hu*****and does.  V's voice gets louder as we move towards          him.                               V                    They are afraid that I am going to                    say the things that are not                    supposed to be said.  They are                    afraid that I am going to say the                    truth.           INT.  APARTMENT           A man sits on his couch, mesmerized by V.                               V                    The truth is that there is                    something terribly wrong with this                    country, isn't there?  If you look                    about, you witness cruelty,                    injustice and despotism.  But what                    do you do about it?  What can you                    do?           He pops his beer tab and the beer foams over the couch but he          doesn't seem to notice.           INT.  FINCH'S POLICE CAR           The car races wildly towards Jordan tower as Finch and          Dominic listen to the broadcast on the radio.                               V (V.O.)                    You are but a single individual.                     How can you possible make any                    difference?  Individuals have no                    power in this modern world.                     That is what you've been taught                    because that is what they need you                    to believe.  But it is not true.           INT.  LEADER'S TRANSPORT           The Leader seethes, staring at three television monitors in          his limo which are all filled with V.                               V                    This is why they are afraid and the                    reason that I am here; to remind                    you that it is individuals who                    always hold the power.  The real                    power.  Individuals like me.  And                    individuals like you.           INT.  KITTY KAT KELLER           The bar is almost completely soundless except for the voice          of V.  People stare at the television as if the moment were          somehow suspended in time.                               V                    I have come to offer you a deal.                     If you accept, I will give you a                    different world.  A world without                    curfews, without soldiers and                    surveillance systems.  A world that                    is not run by other men but that is                    run by you.  I am offering you a                    second chance.           EXT.  JORDAN TOWER           The military forces have begun to swarm.                               V                    Four hundred years ago, a great                    citizen made a most significant                    contribution to our common culture.                     It was a contribution forged in                    secrecy and stealth although it is                    best remembered in noise and bright                    light.           EXT.  TELEVISION STORE           A crowd has gathered, watching through the window.                               V                    To commemorate that glorious night                    at precisely the stroke of                    midnight, the edifice of their                    world will erupt with enough sound                    and fury to shake the earth.  All I                    ask is that you join me at the                    gates to watch as the past is                    erased, the pathway cleared so that                    together we can start toward a new                    day.           EXT.  JORDAN TOWER           The Leader climbs out of his limo and is met by one of his          captains.                               LEADER                    I want this man dead!  I want him                    shot on sight!                               CAPTAIN                    Yes, sir.           INT.  FINCH'S CAR           Finch can see the forces gathering outside Jordan tower.                               V (V.O.)                    But, you ask, who am I to make such                    promises?  A fair question but                    hardly necessary as you know me                    already.  To know me any more you                    need only look to a mirror.           Finch catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.           INT.  CONTROL BOOTH           VTV fills every screen.                               V                    Truth be told, this wasn't even my                    idea, was it?  If you think back,                    you'll remember that night,                    whispering in your lover's arms.  I                    became a part of your plan just as                    you have now become part of mine.                     Give me the line of the queen and                    I'll give you your secret dream.           INT.  JORDAN TOWER - HALLWAY           A heavy battering ram is rushed down the hall, carried by          four soldiers.                               V (V.O.)                    On the twelfth stroke of the fifth                    day of the eleventh month, I hope                    we shall all meet again.           EXT.  TELEVISION STORE           The crowd is much larger.                               V                    Until then, I bid you goodnight.           Every screen suddenly goes black.  The crowd turns to each          other, unsure of what to do.           INT.  CONTROL BOOTH           The door explodes open.  V is standing alone, almost as if          waiting for them.           Before he can even move, they shoot.  Machine gun fire lights          up the room.  V's body dances and jerks backward, smashing          through an observation window --           Falling to the television stage below.           INT.  HALL           A path is cleared for the Leader.  As he heads into the          television studio, an armed soldier is heading in the          opposite direction.           It is impossible to tell because of the dark face plate but          it looks like the soldier is smiling.           The Leader shoves his way onto the main stage.  A group of          soldiers is gathered around the body.                               LEADER                    Who was it?  Who was he?           The mask is pried off, revealing the lifeless face of Roger          Dascombe.  To the Leader, it is an obvious revelation.                               LEADER                    Roger Dascombe!  Of course.  Of                    course!  It makes such perfect                    sense.                               CAPTAIN                    Sir, I think there has been a                    mistake.                               LEADER                    No!  There is no mistake!                               CAPTAIN                    But sir, there are people that say                    they saw both the terrorist and                    Dascombe together --                               LEADER                    Who?  Who are these people?  They                    must be detained immediately.                     Whatever they saw or whatever they                    think they saw is subordinate to                    the truth and that truth is that                    Roger Dascombe is the terrorist and                    the terrorist is dead!                               FINCH                    But I thought I was the terrorist.           Finch's voice stops the Leader cold.                               LEADER                    Finch, what are you doing here?                               FINCH                    Since I'm not in jail and since you                    have another, even more convenient                    suspect.  I'm guessing the charges                    have been dropped.                               LEADER                    Be careful, Finch.                               FINCH                    I am careful, sir.  Always.  That                    is why I suggest that a search of                    this building begin immediately.                               LEADER                    The terrorist is dead!                               FINCH                    With all due respect, I disagree                    and I believe that he is presently                    trying to get out of this building                    disguised as one of us.                               LEADER                    Are you challenging my authority?                               FINCH                    No sir, I'm trying to run an                    investigation --                               LEADER                    I am trying to run a country!  When                    I tell you, Mr. Finch, the                    terrorist is dead, then the                    terrorist is dead!  If you continue                    to suggest otherwise then you will                    leave me no choice but to have you                    arrested on charges of sedition.                     Do I make myself clear?           He eyes the room.  Everyone is silent.                               LEADER                    Now, it is imperative for the                    people of London to know that they                    are safe, that the terrorist is                    dead and everything is under                    control.           The Leader storms past Finch who looks at Dascombe and bites          down on his pipe.           EXT.  CITY STREET           One of the Ear's black vans has been modified with large          speakers wired to the roof.  As the van rolls down the          street, the speakers drone with a looped message.                               SPEAKERS                    The terrorist is dead.  No further                    threat exists.  Everything is under                    control.           Out of the back, soldiers hurl leaflets that swirl and          flutter in the van's wake.           The little girl on the bicycle that we saw earlier stops and          picks up one of the leaflets.           It has a picture with the body of Roger Dascombe beneath the          headline, "The terrorist is dead!  London is safe once          again!"                               LITTLE GIRL                    Bollocks.           She crumbles the leaflet and throws it.                               LITTLE GIRL                    Bollocks!           She gets off her bike and takes something out of the          backpack.                               LITTLE GIRL                    He's not dead!  It's all bollocks!           Turning to a nearby wall, she spray paints a large circle          around a "V".           INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE           A recording of VTV plays on the small television.                               V                    ... if you give me the line of the                    queen, I'll give you your secret                    dream.           Dominic freezes the image; V stares at them, smiling.                               FINCH                    Play it again.                               DOMINIC                    Come on, Finch.  We've seen it                    fifty times.  I mean, after what                    they done to you, I don't know why                    we're even trying to stop him.           Finch stares out the window.                               FINCH                    I don't know.  For twenty seven                    years, I've been at this job.                     Twenty seven years, I've done what                    I've been told to do.  Maybe that's                    all there is to it.  I'm just a                    dumb old dog.  A dumb old dog that                    only knows one trick.                               DOMINIC                    That ain't it, Finch.  It's more                    than that.  I know you.  It's                    something personal with this one.           Finch smiles.                               FINCH                    Maybe.  And maybe I'm not ready for                    a revolution.                               DOMINIC                    Well, we got less than thirty hours                    to stop it.                               FINCH                    We will.                               DOMINIC                    How?                               FINCH                    It's on the tape.  I know it.  I                    can feel it.  He did this for a                    reason.  He needs something.                               DOMINIC                    What?                               FINCH                    The line of the Queen?                               DOMINIC                    But what does that mean?                               FINCH                    Maybe it's a line from Shakespeare.                     Or a book.  I don't know.           He rewinds and starts the tape.                               V                    ... This wasn't even my idea, was                    it?                               FINCH                    But right here.  He's talking to                    someone.  Someone specific.                     Someone who knows what he wants.                               V                    If you think back, you'll --           INT.  CONRAD'S BEDROOM           V continues on a different television.                               V                    Remember that night, whispering in                    your lover's arms.           Helen Heyer is lying on her bed, eating chocolates, watching          V through calculating eyes.           At her feet, we hear a suckling noise that suddenly stops.                               CONRAD                    Helen?  Helen, why did you want                    that tape?                               HELEN                    Shut up, Conrad.  I'm thinking.           She shoves her foot back into his mouth and he continues to          suck on it and each of her toes.                               V                    ... now you've become a part of                    mine.                               HELEN                    How?  How did you know that?           Conrad moves up her ankle, licking and kissing his way to her          knee.                               CONRAD                    Know what, my love?                               V                    Give me the line of the Queen and                    I'll give you your secret dream.           She freezes the tape.  Her eyes light up and she smiles back          at him.                               HELEN                    All right.  You have a deal.           Conrad licks along the inside of her thigh until she slaps          him.                               HELEN                    Oh no!  Not you.  Conrad.  Not yet.                     Here you can have a chocolate.                     Open up.  Open!           She shoves the candy in his mouth.                               HELEN                    Good boy.  As for the rest of the                    box, perhaps when you're Leader.           She smiles.                               HELEN                    Right now I need something else                    Conrad.  I need you to use that                    pretty little brain for me.  You                    know all about the old underground,                    don't you?           He nods still gagged with the candy.                               HELEN                    I need to know everything,                    understand?  Everything.           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           There are cameras set in front of the large black leather          chair so that the flashing images and data of the Fate          computer system can be seen behind the Leader.           A makeup artist mattes down the Leader's lipstick.                               ASSISTANT DIRECTOR                    Ready in five, Leader.           The makeup artist adjusts one last hair and scurries off.                               ASSISTANT DIRECTOR                    In four, three...           He points and the camera's red light goes on.           INT.  LIVING ROOM           The same family, the same squabbling children watching as a          "Special Bulletin" interrupts a laugh track.                               LEADER                    Good evening London.  As Leader of                    this great country, I felt it                    imperative to speak with you and to                    assure you once and for all that                    the shadow that recently fell                    across our land has indeed passed.                               WOMAN                    Oh, for fuck's sake.           EXT.  TELEVISION STORE - NIGHT           No one is watching.                               LEADER                    What we have endured this long year                    was no accident, no mere                    coincidence.  This was not a simple                    act of terror conducted by a                    singular madman.  No, this was a                    test.           INT.  KITTY KAT KELLER           A drunk struggles up onto his bar stool blocking the TV.                               LEADER                    It was not me, nor the Party, nor                    the government that was threatened                    this year.  It was our beliefs.                     Our faith.  I believe that God                    himself bore witness to our                    struggle and like Job I believe                    that we have been vindicated.           The drunk raises his glass.                               DRUNK                    Remember fifth of November!           The bar cheers.           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           The Leader reaches for his Bible.                               LEADER                    How do I know this?  Let me read to                    you where I found the answer, where                    I so often find the answer.  In the                    Scripture.  Revelations.           EXT.  STREET CORNER - NIGHT           The megaphones blast the Leader's voice.                               LEADER (V.O.)                    "If any man have an ear, let him                    hear."           INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE           There are stacks of printout everywhere.                               LEADER (V.O.)                    "He that leadeth into captivity                    shall go into captivity; he that                    killeth with the sword shall be                    killed with the sword.  Here is the                    patience and faith of the Saints."           Finch stops reading, listening to the radio.                               LEADER (V.O.)                    "And I beheld another beast coming                    out of the Earth; and he had two                    horns like a lamb and he spake as a                    dragon."           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           Another radio crackles with the Leader's voice.                               LEADER (V.O.)                    "And he doeth great wonders, so                    that he maketh fire come down from                    Heaven on the Earth in the sight of                    men."           V nods, almost laughing as Evey enters the gallery.                               LEADER (V.O.)                    "And he deceiveth them that dwell                    on the Earth by the means of those                    miracles which he had the power to                    do --"                               EVEY                    Oh, V, turn it off, please.                               V                    Of course, my dear.           He reaches over and changes the frequency.  We hear voices,          hushed and secret but we recognize them.                               CREEDY (V.O.)                    But how does he know?                               HELEN (V.O.)                    I don't know.  All I know is he                    does... And I know what he wants.           The voices are labored, punctuated by gasps and moans.                               EVEY                    What is that, V?                               V                    That, Evey, is what I have been                    waiting for.                               CREEDY (V.O.)                    Do you know what I want?  I want                    you just like this... Bent over                    that black leather chair...           We are pulled by the radio into --           INT.  CREEDY'S BEDROOM           Where we see a tiny microphone hidden in the ceiling light          above the bed.           Helen moans as we drift down, glimpsing Helen, her arms          reaching for the edges of the bed, her back arching up          towards Creedy, behind her, smiling.                               CREEDY                    What about Conrad?                               HELEN                    I told you, I'll handle Conrad and                    V will take care of Susan.  The mob                    will take care of the guard and                    then... You can use the Finger to                    take over.                               CREEDY                    Use the Finger?  You mean like                    this?           He inserts a finger into her.                               HELEN                    Oh... oh... that is vulgar...                               CREEDY                    But you like it?                               HELEN                    Yes, oh yes, oh you're a pig,                    Peter...                               CREEDY                    That I am, misses.  But I'm the pig                    that's gonna be running this                    country.           That sends a shiver through Helen's body.                               HELEN                    Yes and I'm... I'm going to be                    Eva... Oh Eva...           Her eyes close and her fists knot the sheets.                               HELEN                    "Don't cry for me Argen... oh                    Argen... Argen... tina!           The word is almost lost in her orgasm.           EXT.  LONDON           The sun rises over London.  It is the morning of the fourth.           INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE           Finch looks through the blinds at the morning sun.  He has          been up all night.  He checks his watch: 6:00am.                               FINCH                    Eighteen hours.           Rubbing the knot in his neck, he turns back to his office          which is now buried beneath mounds of paper.           Dominic is passed out, sprawled on the couch, and clutching a          printout from Spencer's "Fairy Queen."                               FINCH                    Dominic!           Dominic jumps, immediately searching the printout.                               FINCH                    Dominic, go home.                               DOMINIC                    But I've still got over three                    hundred lines from The Fairy Queen.                               FINCH                    Forget it.  There's no more time.                     You go home and get some rest.                     You're going to need it tonight.           Dominic lets the papers fall to the floor.                               DOMINIC                    He's got us, doesn't he, Finch?                               FINCH                    Yes, he does.           EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING           Conrad pulls his car into his reserved space.           INT.  CAR           Helen holds Conrad's chin the way a mother holds a child when          she is telling them something important.                               HELEN                    Now listen to me, Conrad.  This is                    the most important moment of our                    lives.  Everything I've worked and                    hoped for comes to this.  Susan is                    a very dangerous man, especially                    now, that's why I need you, Conrad.                     I need you to be stronger than him.                     I need you to be the better man.                     Understand?           Conrad nods.                               HELEN                    If you do this Conrad, and you do                    it right, I'm going to turn you                    from the little man I married into                    the man of my dreams.                               CONRAD                    Oh, Helen.           He embraces her to kiss but she turns her perfectly painted          lips.                               HELEN                    Not on the lips.           Ardently, he kisses her cheek.           INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE           Finch sits alone, palms pressed to his bleary eyes.                               FINCH                    Give it up, old man.  You're not                    even sure you want to stop him.           With a red pen, he begins absently drawing red circles around          any V he sees on any piece of paper.           Victims.  Vectors.  Values.  Victory.  Words from quotes and          lists.           Suddenly, he stops.  Carefully, as if reaching to touch a          butterfly, he slips a single sheet out from the sheaves          covering his desk.           The paper has a long list: the names of all the Queens of          England.  He has circled in red the V in Victoria.           When it hits him, it hits him like a falling safe.                               FINCH                    Christ!  That's it!  It's got to be                    it!           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           The intercom clicks on.                               LIEUTENANT (V.O.)                    Sir, Mr. Heyer is here to see you.                     Says it's urgent.  And he's here                    with his wife, sir.                               LEADER                    His wife?                               LIEUTENANT (V.O.)                    Sir, yes, sir -- Wait, you can't                    go --           The door slaps open.                               HELEN                    Leader, I'm terribly sorry but I                    absolutely must speak with you.           The Leader waves the Lieutenant off.                               HELEN                    I have something to tell you,                    something important but --           She glances at Conrad.                               HELEN                    I can tell you and only you.  In                    private.           The Leader studies her.                               HELEN                    It is a matter of national                    security.           EXT.  CITY STREET           In his car, Finch races to a corner and slams on the brakes.           He gets out, staring at a shadow on the ground: a "V" in a          circle.           The shadow is cast by a sign for Victoria Station, part of          the abandoned subway.           The gates are chained shut.  He fires his pistol into the          lock, kicks open the rusting gates, and descends into the          underground.           INT.  LEADER'S PRIVATE QUARTERS           The Leader closes the door behind them.                               LEADER                    Now what's this all about, Mrs.                    Heyer?                               HELEN                    Please, forgive me.  I've been so                    afraid, afraid to come here to talk                    to you.  I thought he must know.  I                    was terrified he knew but I had to                    come because I knew you were the                    only one that can protect me.                               LEADER                    Protect you from what?           She is unable to go on, seemingly about to burst into tears.                               LEADER                    Come now, Mrs. Heyer.           He touches her and it is all she needs.  She buries her face          into his chest.                               HELEN                    You won't let him hurt me, will                    you?                               LEADER                    Let who hurt you?                               HELEN                    The terrorist.                               LEADER                    The terrorist is dead.                               HELEN                    Oh, how I wanted to believe it,                    Leader, but I know it's not true.                               LEADER                    How?                               HELEN                    Because I know who the terrorist                    is.           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           Conrad is alone with Fate.  He glances about nervously,          moving closer and closer.  His fingers reach out and graze          the main keyboard.  Taking a deep breath, he turns and begins          to type.           INT.  PRIVATE QUARTERS           The Leader takes hold of Helen by her shoulders.                               LEADER                    Who?  Who is it, woman?                               HELEN                    It's Conrad, Leader.  Conrad.  My                    hu*****and is the terrorist.                               LEADER                    What?!           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           Conrad accesses the department of water and power.  He finds          the correct file and begins rerouting power to a once dead          system.           INT.  V'S TRAIN STATION           A hanging light suddenly sizzles to life.  V looks up,          smiling.           INT.  LEADER'S PRIVATE QUARTERS           The Leader stares hard at Helen.                               LEADER                    How do you know?                               HELEN                    I saw him, Leader.  In the middle                    of the night.  I heard something.                     I went to the landing and that's                    when I saw it.           She clutches him.                               HELEN                    That mask.  That hideous smiling                    mask.                               LEADER                    But how did you know it was Heyer?                               HELEN                    I know, Leader.  I know the way a                    woman knows.                               LEADER                    But you have no proof?                               HELEN                    Proof?                               LEADER                    Yes, proof?  This is an extremely                    delicate situation, Mrs. Heyer.  It                    has been reported that the                    terrorist is dead.  It would be a                    catastrophe to arrest a man now                    without concrete, conclusive proof.                     Do you have any evidence at all?           Tears well up in Helen's eyes as she shakes her head.                               LEADER                    But if you're right, if Heyer is                    indeed the terrorist...           His eyes fly wide and he spins away from her, throwing open          the door.                               HELEN                    Leader!  Wait!           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           Conrad sits calmly across the room.                               CONRAD                    Is everything all right?  Helen?                               LEADER                    Yes, Mr. Heyer, your wife has done                    her duty to her country.           He turns to Helen.                               LEADER                    Don't worry, Mrs. Heyer.  You will                    be taken care of.  I will launch an                    immediate investigation and I                    promise, you will be the first to                    know when an arrest will be made.                               CONRAD                    Investigation of what?                               LEADER                    Subversion, Mr. Heyer.  Your wife                    was privy to the dialogue of                    subversives.  That's all you need                    to know at this time.  Lieutenant!           The Lieutenant appears almost instantly.                               LEADER                    The Heyers are leaving.  I need to                    see Mr. Creedy at once.           Helen looks up at the Leader, a smile hidden near the corners          of her perfect red lips.                               HELEN                    Thank you, sir.           The Leader nods.           INT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING           Helen and Conrad get out of the elevator, standing beneath          the rows of new party flags that line the lobby.                               HELEN                    I want you to go straight to your                    office and wait for me to call.                     When I do, I want you to come                    immediately home.  Understood?                               CONRAD                    Yes, Helen.           She embraces him, pressing her body against his.                               HELEN                    Oh, Conrad, I'm so proud of you.                               CONRAD                    I did it, Helen.  I did it, didn't                    I?                               HELEN                    Tonight, Conrad.                               CONRAD                    Tonight.                               HELEN                    I promise you will never forget                    tonight.           She almost kisses him.                               HELEN                    Goodbye, Conrad.           Smiling, she pivots on her heel and heads for the door.  He          reaches for her when --                               GUARD                    Mr. Heyer!  Mr. Heyer!           The front desk guard rushes towards him.                               CONRAD                    Yes?                               GUARD                    Sir, this package arrived for you,                    sir.           He hands him a small, brown wrapped box.                               CONRAD                    Thank you.           He looks back for Helen but she is already gone.           INT.  SUBWAY           A single flashlight beam creeps toward us as Finch searches          the detritus of the dead train line.           INT.  CONRAD'S CAR           Sitting at a stoplight, Conrad decides to open the package.           Inside is a cassette tape.  The light changes and a car          behind him honks.  He starts forward and inserts the tape.           INT.  SUBWAY           Finch crawls up onto the platform of V's hidden station,          staring at the beautiful old train car.           INT.  CONRAD'S CAR           Strangling the steering wheel, Conrad listens to the tape.           The speedometer climbs as everything seems to accelerate.                               TAPE (V.O.)                    Do you know what I want?  I want                    you just like this... bent over                    that black leather chair.           Helen moans.           INT.  TRAIN CAR           Finch steps inside the car, his flashlight sweeping over the          stacks of gelignite.                               FINCH                    Oh my god.           INT.  CONRAD'S CAR           A scream builds in Conrad.  With tears in his eyes, he stares          out the windshield but sees only the images created by the          tape.                               TAPE (V.O.)                    Use the Finger?... You mean like                    this?... Oh... That's vulgar... But                    you like it?... Yes... oh yes.           Conrad loses control and the car careens up onto the sidewalk          and smashes into a brick wall.           Lifting his bloodied forehead, Conrad looks out and sees the          ubiquitous poster partially destroyed by the crash: "Strength          through purity, purity through faith."           INT.  TRAIN CAR           Finch hears something and jerks back, almost falling out of          the car.  Aiming his gun, he finds no one.  He turns and          bolts.           As the sound of his footsteps fade, V steps out of the          shadows.           INT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING           The Leader's Lieutenant looks up from his desk and sees Finch          rushing towards him.                               FINCH                    Is the Leader in?                               LIEUTENANT                    Yes, but he's meeting with the                    Captain of the Guard.                               FINCH                    Perfect.                               LIEUTENANT                    Mr. Finch, you can't go in --           Finch charges through the doors.           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           The Leader and his Captain turn.                               LEADER                    Mr. Finch?                               FINCH                    Leader, I need as many men the                    Captain can spare and I need them                    right now.                               CAPTAIN                    What for?                               FINCH                    To capture codename V.           EXT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE           Creedy opens the trunk of his car.  In the phosphorescent          glow of the streetlight, the set of knives gleam.  He bundles          the costume that he tried to planet on Finch into his arms,          then slams the trunk.           Above, a window blind that was cracked open snaps shut.           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           The Leader moves towards Finch.                               FINCH                    He's underground.  The old subway.                     I know exactly what he's going to                    do.  If we move quickly, we can be                    there, waiting for him.           INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE           Conrad waits, hidden inside a bedroom closet.  He hears the          front door close and his grip tightens around the handle of a          long, steel-necked hammer.           INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE           The Leader is steadily convincing himself of something.                               FINCH                    Leader, every second we delay...           The Leader lifts his hand, silencing Finch.                               LEADER                    I'm coming with you.                               GUARD                    Sir --                               LEADER                    There will be no discussion --                               GUARD                    But if Mr. Finch is right --                               LEADER                    I am sick to death of this                    terrorist being everywhere and                    nowhere!  I will judge whether Mr.                    Finch is right and I will judge it                    with my own eyes!  Do I make myself                    clear, Captain?                               CAPTAIN                    Sir, yes, sir!           Finch is suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling that is common to          chess players.  It is the disturbing sense that you have just          done exactly what your opponent wanted.                               LEADER                    Is there a problem, Mr. Finch?                               FINCH                    No... no sir.                               LEADER                    Good.  Captain, mobilize your men.                               CAPTAIN                    Sir, yes, sir.                               LEADER                    We'll find this bloody bastard and                    we will finish him.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           Evey sits in the gallery, reading Pynchon's "V" just as V had          done.  She suddenly feels V watching her.                               EVEY                    V?                               V                    Yes.           Evey smiles as V steps out of the shadows.                               EVEY                    V, what's going to happen?                               V                    Change, Evey.  That's all.  Just                    change.                               EVEY                    Is it going to be violent?                               V                    Yes, I suppose it will.           INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE           Creedy empties a bottom drawer, making room to hide the          costume.  As he does, the closet door behind him slowly          creeps open.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           V stands at the jukebox.                               EVEY                    But why?  Why must is be violent?                               V                    Because, Evey, that is the nature                    of change.  She is a temperamental                    creature that appears in earnest                    rarely but, when she does, she will                    wear one of two faces.  The first                    face is the destroyer.  It is                    lamentable but all true change                    begins with death.           INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE           A dark figure stands over Creedy.  The hammer raises, a slash          of silver against the velvety darkness.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           V punches a button on the jukebox just as --           INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE           The hammer falls with a sickening soft crunch.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           The song begins to play; a melancholy song that says goodbye          to love.           INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE           Blood pours down Creedy's snarling face, he snatches one of          V's knives as another hammer blow cracks through his collar          bone.           He screams, lunging at Conrad.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           V listens to the song, the smiling eyes somehow knowing.           INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE           The hammer falls again and again until the metal head is          slick with blood and meat.           Conrad stumbles back, dropping the hammer.  He looks down at          the hilt of the knife protruding from his stomach.  He yanks          it out and holds V's knife which is bright red with his own          blood.           He collapses to the floor.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           The song continues.                               EVEY                    What is the other face, V?                               V                    The other face?  She is the true                    face of change.  The face of the                    creator.  She is the one that                    remakes the world.  Evey?                               EVEY                    Yes, V?                               V                    May I ask you for a favor?                               EVEY                    Of course.                               V                    It is a small thing but it would                    mean a great deal to me.                               EVEY                    Tell me.                               V                    I've never danced before.  I've                    thought about it many times, here                    in this room, listening to the                    music.  But I've always been alone.           Evey smiles and crosses to him.                               EVEY                    It would be my pleasure.           He opens his arms and she steps into them.  They dance,          standing very close, his gloved hand holding tightly to hers,          her smile against his.           EXT.  CITY STREET           Dozens of military vehicles swarm around the entrance to          Victoria Station while heavily armed men pour through the          gates of the underground.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           The song ends.                               V                    Thank you, Evey.  You are an                    excellent dancer.                               EVEY                    All it takes is a little practice.                               V                    Alas, I have run out of time.           He bows, pressing his frozen lips to her hand.  Evey is          suddenly nervous.                               EVEY                    V?  What are you going to do?                               V                    Don't you remember?  I have a date                    tonight, Evey.                               EVEY                    You're coming back though, aren't                    you?           She seizes hold of his hand.                               EVEY                    V, I won't let you leave unless you                    promise me that you will come back.                               V                    Of course, I'll be back.  You don't                    think you can be rid of me now, do                    you?                               EVEY                    Just promise.                               V                    I promise.           She lets him go.           INT.  TRAIN STATION           Soldiers swarm through the station.  Susan stares in shock,          outraged by the mere presence of the train.                               LEADER                    Mark my words, Mr. Finch, this man                    is going to become an example so                    that every man, woman, and child in                    this country will remember what                    happens to those who would ever                    think to stand against the state.           He turns to the Captain.                               LEADER                    Captain, I need a gas unit down                    here with enough nerve gas to fill                    every rat-hole in these tunnels.           Suddenly the lights go out.                               FINCH                    I don't think that will be                    necessary.           The Leader smiles.                               LEADER                    There are over one hundred of the                    best trained soldiers in this                    country down here.  Let him come.           INT.  TRAIN TUNNELS           Five soldiers creep forward in a tight formation, their          flashlights probing every nook and cranny.           Behind them, a secret passage opens and V steps out.           He is among them with frightful speed, a grinning dervish          with blades like metal fangs ripping and rending flesh,          slashing bright in the flashlight.           Other soldiers rush towards the screams and gunfire but they          find only five bodies and warm blood running down the walls.                               LEADER                    Captain, what's happening?                               RADIO (V.O.)                    No sign sir.  Repeat, no sign of                    him.                               CAPTAIN                    They lost him.           From the opposite end, there is another series of screams and          machine gun fire that lights up the dark tunnel for a moment.           Then, nothing.                               FINCH                    This... this is a mistake.                               LEADER                    Don't tell me you're a coward, Mr.                    Finch.           Back in the tunnels, V drops from above, his cloak a swirling          cloud of squid ink that hides him in the darkness.           Again, quicksilver knives lash out, drawing fonts of blood.           INT.  TRAIN STATION           Finch can feel the panic that is spreading through the          tunnel.                               FINCH                    Leader, we have to get out of here!                               LEADER                    This was your idea.                               FINCH                    It was a mistake.  This is what he                    wants.  He knows us, Leader.  He                    knows us too well.  We have to get                    out of here before it's too late --           A voice rings out from hidden speakers, echoing through the          tunnels.                               V (V.O.)                    Good evening citizens of London.                     This is the voice of Fate.  Your                    fate...                               LEADER                    What trick is this?                               V (V.O.)                    Tonight, the face of London is                    going to change and I am going to                    offer you the chance to change with                    her.  Your Leader is finished.  He                    will not leave these tunnels alive.           The Leader screams to be heard over the resonant voice of V.                               LEADER                    This is an outrage!  I order you                    not to listen to this!                               V (V.O.)                    At midnight tonight, the Head will                    be destroyed and a new era will                    begin.  You must now decide if you                    are going to be a part of that era.           Everywhere, terrified soldiers listen to the voice.                               V (V.O.)                    You can choose to stay here and die                    with your Leader or you can choose                    to be free.  The decision is yours                    and yours alone.                               LEADER                    Captain, order all your men to fall                    back and secure this position!                               V (V.O.)                    Some of you have wives.  Some of                    you have families.  All of you have                    lives.  Consider each of them as                    you ask yourself, are they a part                    of the past, or are they a part of                    the future?                               CAPTAIN                    Fall back.  Fall back and secure                    the central platform.           Deep in the tunnel, two soldiers look at each other.           Simultaneously, they drop their guns and run.                               LEADER                    Any man that disobeys this order                    will be court marshaled!           Groups of solders drop their weapons and disappear into the          shadows.                               LEADER                    Captain!  Captain, where are your                    men?           The station fills with the sound of boots running wildly          away.                               LEADER                    Goddammit, I will not tolerate this                    insubordination!  I want those                    deserters shot, Captain.           Finch slowly draws back away from the Leader.                               LEADER                    Shot on sight!           The few men on the platform are soon the only men left.                               CAPTAIN                    You!  You!  Point position.  We're                    getting out of here!  Now!           A knife sings through the air and buries itself in the          Captain's chest.  With a tiny rasp, he falls to the ground.           The remaining men bolt.                               LEADER                    Traitors!  You cowards!           He grabs for the Captain's machine gun.                               LEADER                    I know who you are!  I'll see you                    hang!  Every last one of you!           "You" echoes down the dark empty throat of the tunnel.           The Leader looks around, his flashlight sweeping in big arcs          as he realizes that he is alone.                               LEADER                    Finch?  Finch!  Finch, goddammit,                    you can't leave me!  Don't leave                    me!                               V                    You are going to die as you ruled --           The Leader screams, whipping around towards the voice.                               V                    Alone.           The smile is as cold and as sharp as the knife that flicks          from his hand.           The Leader raises his gun just when the knife sinks into his          shoulder.           Howling in pain, he drops the gun.                               LEADER                    Damn you!  Damn you!           V smiles into the spot of his flashlight.                               LEADER                    Conrad?  Is that you?  You're                    working with Finch, aren't you?                     And Creedy!  You're all in this                    together!           V closes in.                               LEADER                    Who are you?                               V                    You, most of all, should know,                    Leader.  You created me.  Without                    you, I would never be.  More than                    life, Leader, you gave me purpose.           V draws his final blade.                               V                    "He that killeth with the sword,                    shall be killed with the sword."           V raises the knife.                               LEADER                    Noooo!                               FINCH                    Don't move!           V and the Leader turn to find Finch aiming a machine gun at          V.                               LEADER                    Mr. Finch!  Oh god, Mr. Finch!                               FINCH                    Drop the knife.           V does and Susan begins an almost hysterical laugh.                               LEADER                    Oh, I knew it, Mr. Finch.  I knew                    you wouldn't desert me.  You're a                    good man, Finch.  A damn good man.                               FINCH                    No, Mr. Susan.  No, I'm not.  I'm a                    man who does his job and does what                    he's told.  For twenty seven years,                    that's all I've been.           He steps toward V, staring into his smiling black eyes.                               LEADER                    Careful, Mr. Finch.  He's quick as                    the devil.           Finch ignores the Leader.                               FINCH                    I've read Delia's diary over and                    over all year.  It sickens me but I                    am unable to judge her.  I am as                    guilty as she.                               LEADER                    Mr. Finch, what are you doing?                     Shoot him.  Kill the bastard,                    Finch.                               FINCH                    I have no excuse.  I did what I was                    told to do.                               LEADER                    Finch, I order you to shoot him!                     Finch!                               FINCH                    My job was to find you and catch                    you.  I've done my job.  I've done                    it for the last time.  I'm tired of                    it.  I'm tired of it all.           He tosses the gun to the Leader.                               FINCH                    Kill him yourself if you can.           The Leader seethes, his eyes boring into Finch.                               FINCH                    Thank you, V.  And goodbye.                               V                    Goodbye, Mr. Finch.           The machine gun burst shatters the quiet concrete silence.           Finch falls dead at V's feet.                               LEADER                    I warned you, Finch, the penalty                    for treason is death.           He aims the gun at V.                               LEADER                    Are you ready to die?                               V                    The real question is, are you?           The Leader laughs.                               LEADER                    Do you really believe you can pick                    up that knife before I pull this                    trigger?                               V                    No.  But I don't have to.           Almost casually, V bends down to pick up the knife --           The Leader screams and fires.           Bullets knock V back a bit but he continues, grabbing the          knife and standing.           Eyes widening with di*****elief, the Leader fires another blast          as V begins walking towards him.           The machine gun roars, bullets shredding out through the back          of V's cloak as he continues with short deliberate steps          until --           The hammer clicks against the pin.  The gun is empty.           V stands before him.                               V                    You see?  You cannot kill me.                     There is no flesh and blood within                    this cloak to kill.  There is only                    an idea.           V smiles.                               V                    And ideas are bulletproof.           The Leader screams.           V drives the knife into his heart, killing him instantly.           V stands alone amidst the carnage and seeping pools of red.           His body wavers.  He takes his hands out from beneath his          cloak and reveals his gloves, wet with blood.           INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE           The front door opens and Helen enters.                               HELEN                    Creedy?  Creedy, you dumb bastard,                    you left your car parked in front.           She walks up the stairs to the bedroom.                               HELEN                    What did I tell you?  Creedy.           INT.  BEDROOM           She steps into the room, her sole and heel sinking into the          plush carpet soaked with blood.                               HELEN                    Oh my god.           When she sees Creedy's head mashed open, she covers her          mouth.                               CONRAD                    Helen...           Conrad has propped himself against the bed.                               HELEN                    Conrad!  What have you done?                               CONRAD                    I won, Helen.  I did it.  I won.                     I'm the better man.           He crawls toward her, slipping on the wet carpet.                               CONRAD                    We've been through a bad patch,                    Helen.  But now, he's gone...                    There's nothing to come between                    us...           He reaches for her foot, his hand gloved with wet red.                               HELEN                    Don't touch me!  You stupid piece                    of shit!  You've ruined it!  I had                    it all planned perfectly and you've                    ruined it!           She checks her watch; two hours to midnight.                               HELEN                    I have to get out of here!  I have                    to get away!           Conrad seizes hold of her ankle.                               CONRAD                    Helen --                               HELEN                    No!  Let go!  Now!           The look in his eyes frightens her.  She tries to kick free          of him but he won't let go.  Twisting, she reaches for the          door but slips on the carpet.                               HELEN                    Conrad, damn you!  Let me go!                               CONRAD                    No, Helen, you're not leaving me...                    not this time... not ever.           He crawls up her body still clutching the bloody knife.                               HELEN                    No, please!  Oh god, no!  Oh god,                    please help me!           Conrad raises the knife.                               CONRAD                    No one can help us, Helen.  God is                    dead.           The knife falls.           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           Evey hears V on the spiral staircase.                               EVEY                    V?           Scarlet footprints trail behind V as he struggles down the          stairs.                               EVEY                    You came back.           He nods and then collapses, rolling down the rest of the          stairs.                               EVEY                    V!  V!           Running to him, she falls to his side.  His clothes are slick          with blood.                               EVEY                    Oh god, what happened?                               V                    Evey...                               EVEY                    You need a doctor.                               V                    It's too late for that...                               EVEY                    No, don't say that!                               V                    Evey, listen to me.  I've not long                    and there are things that must be                    said.           His voice strains beneath the mask.                               V                    I have done that which I came to                    do.  Now, it is time for me to rest                    and with me the past will, at last,                    find peace.           Trembling, Evey holds him.                               V                    But the world, the world is not                    saved... Do not think that, when                    the fires die and the smoke clears,                    there is no miracle... there is                    only a path... upon which they must                    learn to rule themselves.                               EVEY                    Yes, they need you, V.                               V                    Not me, Evey, not me.  I told you I                    am the villain.  The destroyer...                    But yes, they will need help...           He reaches up and wipes a tear from her cheek.                               V                    I kept my promise to you, Evey...                    Now you must promise me.                               EVEY                    What?                               V                    Promise me... you will discover the                    face under this mask... but you                    will never look beneath it.                               EVEY                    I don't understand.                               V                    Promise me.  Please...                               EVEY                    I promise.                               V                    Sweet Eve.  Wherever I shall go, I                    shall always love you.                               EVEY                    V, you are not going anywhere!                               V                    Midnight... Midnight.  Eve... Make                    them remember...                               EVEY                    You're not going to die, V!                               V                    Let me be there, Evey, when it                    begins... Please, let me hear the                    music, one last time... my music...                               EVEY                    I won't let you die!                               V                    I know you won't... I know...                               EVEY                    V!                               V                    My love... Ave Atque vale...           Holding him as tight as she can, she feels his life drain          away, slipping through her arms in the way the last grains of          sand pour through the neck of the hourglass.           She buries her face beside his and weeps.           EXT.  CITY STREET           An enormous crowd has begun to gather in the streets          surrounding the New Government Building.  With the crowd, a          restlessness swells against each barricade erected by the          military.           A sergeant stands on an armored car, speaking through a          megaphone.                               SERGEANT                    Return to your homes!  There is                    nothing to see!  The terrorist is                    dead!                               RABBLE ROUSER 1                    He ain't dead!                               RABBLE ROUSER 2                    He'll be here, just like he said!           INT.  SHADOW GALLERY           Evey huddles against the stair railing, her face tear          stained, staring at the lifeless body of V.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    I remember... I remember staring at                    the mask, at that smile.           She touches the mask, her fingers finding its edge.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    Part of me couldn't believe he was                    dead and maybe that was why.  The                    smile was still the same.                     It made me want to tear it off so I                    could see the face, so I could see                    that he was dead.           Her fingers stop.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    But I had promised.                               V (V.O.)                    You will discover the face under                    this mask but you will never look                    beneath it.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    I began to try to imagine his face.                     Of course, I had long pictured my                    father behind that smile but I knew                    in my heart that V was not my                    father.           Evey stares into the eyes, the dark, empty eyes.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    Yet every time I pictured another                    face, any face, something was lost,                    something important was somehow                    diminished.  V was more than a                    face.  V was V.           Her expression changes.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    And then, quite suddenly, quite                    naturally, I realized whose face                    must be beneath that mask.  It was                    the only face that mattered.                               EVEY                    I won't let you die.                               V (V.O.)                    I know you won't... I know.           A small smile creeps across her face.           EXT.  CITY STREET           Midnight approaches and the crowd feels it.  Spilling          everywhere, they fill the streets like a flood.           INT.  TRAIN CAR           Evey sets a final violet carson on the chest of V.  He is          lying on a bed made of gelignite, covered in roses.           Touching his mask, she bends over him.                               EVEY                    Goodbye, my love.           Tenderly, she presses her lips to the smile, her eyes          closing, her final tears blinking free.           She backs away and V smiles, his lips wet with her kiss, his          cheek wet with her tears.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    "Ave Atque vale."           On the train platform, Evey reaches through the window and          starts the train.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    I looked it up the next morning.           The wheels churn as the train lurches forward.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    "Hail and farewell."                               V (V.O.)                    "Make them remember..."           She watches the train disappear into the tunnel.                               EVEY                    They will, my love.  They will.           EXT.  CITY STREET           The crowd surges against a barricade when a voice cries out          across the city echoing through the megaphone on every          corner.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    "Remember, remember, the fifth of                    November!"           High above the gathered mass, a masked figure steps out onto          a roof parapet.           The crowd explodes.           INT.  SUBWAY           The train barrels along, screaming against its rusted rails.           EXT.  ROOFTOP           Dressed as V, Evey stands on the roof's edge, speaking into a          microphone.                               EVEY                    I have come here tonight to keep a                    promise.  A promise that is over                    four hundred years old.  Tonight I                    am here to give you your freedom!           Again, the crowd bursts into a frenzy.                               EVEY                    Since mankind's dawn a handful of                    oppressors have accepted the                    responsibility over our lives,                    responsibility that we should have                    accepted ourselves.  By doing so,                    they took our power.  By doing                    nothing, we gave it away.           The voice booms over the mesmerized crowd.                               EVEY                    Tonight, our world will change.                     Our leaders will be gone and we                    must choose what comes next.  A                    return to the chains of others or                    lives of our own.  A world of the                    past or one of the future.           She feels the sea of humanity beneath her, almost channeling          their energy.                               EVEY                    Let us choose carefully, London,                    and when we do, let us mark well                    and remember, remember this fifth                    of November!           The crowd screams as one and their scream becomes --           INT.  SUBWAY           The train hurling like a bullet through a gun barrel.  Ahead          the tracks end, buried beneath the rubble of the collapsed          tunnel.           INT.  TRAIN CAR           Inside the rattling train, V lays in perfect repose.                               V (V.O.)                    Let me be there, Evey, when it                    begins...           EXT.  ROOFTOPS           Hidden and alone, Evey pulls the mask from her face.                               V (V.O.)                    Please let me hear the music... one                    last time... my music.           Almost unconsciously, Evey raises her hand and coaxes the          first soft notes as he had once done.                               V (V.O.)                    At first, you have to listen                    carefully.           The violins of the 1812 overture steadily rise.                               V (V.O.)                    Ah, yes.  There it is.  Beautiful,                    is it not?           Evey smiles, her hand still gently conducting.                               EVEY                    Yes, my love.  Yes it is.           INT.  SUBWAY           With the clash of cymbals, the train crashes into the wall of          rubble.           EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING           The entire building opens like a time-lapsed rose blooming          with brilliant orange petals of flame.           EXT.  CITY STREET           The crowd is awash in the baptismal glow of erupting flame.           EXT.  ROOFTOP           Evey watches the explosion, a star-burst of flaming debris          searing against the night sky like fireworks.           EXT.  CITY STREET           The masses burst through the barricades with a euphoric          frenzy.           EXT.  ROOFTOP           The explosion begins to slowly die.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    I know that there is only one way                    to repay him for what he did.           She looks down at the mask.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    And I know that that way is going                    to take a lot of hard work.           She smiles.                               EVEY (V.O.)                    I know this like I know the sun                    will rise tomorrow and beneath that                    new sun, our work will begin.           The fire fades and Evey turns, cradling the mask, and walks          away.                                                           FADE OUT. 





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