Remember, remember, the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot.
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
But what of the man?
I know his name was Guy Fawkes, and I know in 1605 he attempted
to blow up the houses of Parliament.
But who was he really?
What was he like?
We are told to remember the idea, not the man.
Because man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten.
But 400 years later, an idea can still change the world.
I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas.
I've seen people kill in the name of them.
And die defending them.
But you cannot kiss an idea
you cannot touch it, or hold it.
Ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain.
They do not love.
And it is not an idea that I miss. It is a man.
A man that made me remember the fifth of November.
A man that I will never forget.
So, I read that the former United States is so desperate for medical supplies
that they have allegedly sent several containers filled with wheat and tobacco.
A gesture, they said, of good will.
You wanna know what I think?
You're listening to my show, so I will assume you do.
I think it's high time we let the colonies know what we really think of them.
I think it's payback time for a little tea party they threw for us
a few hundred years ago. I say we go down to those docks tonight
and dump that crap...
Who's with me? Who's bloody with me?
Did you like that?
I mean, what else can you say? It was a country that had everything.
Absolutely everything, and now, 20 years later, is what?
The worlds biggest lepper colony. Why?
Godlessnes. Let me say that again.
Godlessnes.
It wasn't the war they started, it wasn't the plauge they created.
It was judgement.
No one escapes their past, no one escapes judgement.
You think He's not up there? You think He's not watching over this country?
How else can you explain it? He tested us, and we came through.
We did what we had to do. Islington, Henfield, I was there, I saw it all.
Immigrants, muslims, homosexuals, terrorists. Disease-ridden degenerates.
They had to go, strength through unity, unity through faith.
I'm a God fearing englishman and I'm God damn proud of it.
Thats quite enough of that, thank you very much.
Shit!
A yellow coded curfew is now in effect.
Any unauthorised personell will be subject to arrest.
This is for your protection.
Whoa! Excuse me, miss.
I'm sorry, I didn't see.. In a hurry, are we?
I was just... It's past curfew, you know.
My uncle, he's very sick... ooh, sick uncle, is it?
What you think of that, Willie? Load of bollock, is what i think.
I made a mistake, I shouldn't be out after curfew, I know that.
well, maybe you could look after us before gettin back to your uncle
See, my friend here, he's kinda sick aren't you, Willie?
Real sick, bad case of the blues, you can feel it.
Don't touch me!
Look Willie, kitty's got claws. She just threatened us.
That she did, that she did. You know what that means, don't you?
It means we excercise our own judicial discretion.
And you get to swallow it. Oh God, you're Fingermen.
Oh, she's getting the picture. No no, please, I didn't know. I'm sorry.
Not yet, you're not, but you will be.
If you're not the sorriest piece of ass in London then you'll certainly be the sorest.
oh no! Please don't do this I'll go home, I wont do it again, I swear. Please!
What do you think lads? Spare the rod, spoil the child.
Help me!!!
The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him.
What the hell? Bugger off!
Disdaining fortune with his brandished steel, which smoked with bloody execution.
We're Fingermen, pal.
We are oft to blame in this, 'tis too much proved that with devotions visage
and pious action we do suger o'er the Devil himself.
What does that mean? Spare the rod!
I can assure you, I mean you no harm. Who are you?
Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is
a man in a mask. Well, I can see that.
Of course you can, I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely
remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Oh...right...
But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then...
to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
Viola! In view a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain
by the vicissitudes of fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.
However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to
vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious
and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value
and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that
it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Are you like, a crazy person?
I'm quite sure they will say so, but to whom, might I ask, am I speaking?
I'm Evey. Evey? E-V. Of course you are.
What does that mean? It means that I, like God, do not play with dice
and do not believe in coincidence. Are you hurt?
No, I'm fine. Thanks to you. Oh, I merely played my part, but tell me
do you enjoy music, Evey? I suppose.
You see, I'm a musician of sorts and on my way to give a very special performance.
What kind of musician? Percussion instruments are my speciality,
but tonight I intend to call upon the entire orchestra for this particular event,
and would be most honored if you could join me. I dont think so, I think i should be getting home.
I promise you, it will be like nothing you have ever seen, and afterwards
you'll return home safely.
All right.
It's beautiful up here. A more perfect stage could not be asked for.
I don't see any instruments. Your powers of observation continue to serve you well.
But wait! It is to madam justice that I dedicate this concerto, in honor of the
holiday she seems to have taken from these parts, and in recognition of the imposter that
stands in her stead.
Tell me, do you know what day it is, Evey? Uhm...November the fourth.
Not any more.
Remember, remember, the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot.
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
First, the overture.
Yes. Yes, the strings. Listen carefully, can you hear it?
Now the brass. I can hear it!
Look outside, mommy. They're playing music.
How do you do that? Wait, here comes the crescendo!
Beautiful, is it not?
Gentlemen, you have had four hours, you had better have results. Mr Creedy?
The Bailey area is quarantined, all significant witnesses have been detained.
Good. Mr.Etheridge. A recording device was found wired into the
central emergency broadcast system. The CD was Tchaikovskys 1812 overture
Add it to the black list. I never want to hear that music again.
Yes, sir. We also doubled our random sweeps and are monitoring a lot of phone surveillance
indicating a high percentage of conversations concerned with the explosion.
Mr.Dascombe, what are we doing about that? We're calling it an emergency demolition.
We have spin coverage on the network and throughout the interlink.
Several experts have been lined up to testify against the Baileys structural integrity.
I want Prothero to speak tonight on the dangers on these old buildings and how we must avoid
clinging to the edifice of a decadent past. He should conclude that the new Bailey shall
become the symbol of our time and the future that our conviction have rewarded us.
Mr.Hayer. The surveillance cameras captured several images
of the terrorist though the mask obviously makes retinal identification impossible.
We also managed to get a picture of the girl that Creedys men were detaining.
Who is she, Mr.Finch? Not sure yet, sir, but we're working on several leads.
Anything else? We located the fireworks launcher and found traces of
the explosives used at both sites. Unfortunately, it appears that despite the heavy level of
sophistication, these devices were home-made with over-the-counter chemicals making them
very difficult to trace. Whoever he is, chancellor, he's very good.
Spare us your professional annotations, Mr.Finch, they are irrelevant.
Apologies, chancellor. Gentlemen, this is a test. Moments such as these
are matters of faith. To fail is to invite doubt into everything we believe,
everything that we have fought for. Doubt will plunge this country back into chaos
and i will not let that happen. Gentlemen, I want this terrorist found.
I want him to understand what terror really means. England prevails.
England prevails...
You think people will buy this? Why not? This is the BTN. Our job is to
report the news, not fabricate it. That's the governments job.
On the lighter side of things, it seems that the crew responsible for the demolition of the
old Bailey wanted to give the old girl a grand, although improvised, send-off.
Although the demolition had been planned for some time, the music and the fireworks were,
according to the crew chief, definitely not on the schedule.
Do you believe that load of bollocks? I mean, there was no demolition.
I saw it, the whole thing. Did you see it? No, last night I was...
Oh yeah. thats right. You went to see daddy Dietrich, didn't you?
Evey, there you are. You are still working for me, aren't you?
Sorry, Patricia. I need two espressos and three coffees from
downstairs, and Dietrich is ready for his tea.
I don't get it. Why does he wear a Guy Fawkes mask and then blow up the Bailey?
Didn't Fawkes try to blow up Parliament? It's not too late, he's still got another
sixteen hours. Maybe he's just getting started.
Yeah. Ok. Lead on the girl
Oh, don't get me wrong, I love it. A cow getting crucified. It's hysterical,
but you'll never get i approved you've gotta rewrite it, ok?
I don't recall ever getting stood up by a more attractive woman.
Mr.Dietrich. Gordon, please. I dont need mister to make this body
feel any older. Gordon...
I was on my way last night, but there were Fingermen, and I got a little scared and went home.
Sadly, after last night, I think our curfew will only get worse.
Gotcha.
Hey, Fred. They've been x-rayed?
Nope, they're filled with bombs. Well, wait 'till commercials to set them off, ok?
I can't believe you watch that shit. What, Laser Lass is banging.
What's all that? Not sure, they just arrived. Marked to stage 3.
Must be Prothero. I wish someone had the balls to tell that prat that this station aint his playground.
What the hell is this? Just put them over there until i can figure out what they're for.
This looks serious. Her parents were political activists. They were detained when she was 12.
What happened to her? Juvenile reclamation project, for five years.
Shit. We're gonna need backup, but keep it minimal.
You sure about that, sir? I just want a chance to talk to her before
she disappears into one of Creedys black bags.
Who's that? You show me ID or I'll get Storm Saxon on your ass.
Fuckin' hell.
You two, cover these elevators. The rest of you, follow me.
Will all personell please evacuate the building. This is not a drill.
What the bloody hell is going on here? It's jammed.
Break it down.
Damn it!
Clear the halls. Yes, sir.
For Gods sake, don't touch it. Dad, whats wrong with the tellie?
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologise for this...
That's the emergency channel. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts
of everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility, repetition.
Bloody hell. I enjoy them as much as any bloke.
But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past,
usually associated with someones death or the end of some awful, bloody struggle
are celebrated with a nice holiday. I thought we could mark this November the 5th,
a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives
to sit down and have a little chat.
There are of course those who does not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are
being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way.
It's chancellor Sutler. Damn it!
Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation,
words will always retain their power. Words are for the means to meaning,
and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.
And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
You decided, sir, you wanted it full proof, you told me every television in London.
Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and depression, and where once you had the freedom to object,
to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance,
coercing your conformity... Cameras, we need cameras.
How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well, certainly there are those who are more
responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again, truth be told, if you're
looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease.
There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of
your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high
chancellor Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded
in return was your silent, obedient consent. Inspector, we're almost through.
Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the old Bailey to remind
this country of what it has forgotten.
More than 400 years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever
in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more
than just words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing. If the crimes of this
government remain unknown to you, then i would suggest that you allow the fifth of November
to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek
as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of
Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
Kerosene fog, he's using our smoke machines. Cover the exits. No one gets out.
The rest of you follow me.
Don't shoot. Please don't shoot.
Hold your fire.
He put masks on all of us. Jesus.
Freeze. Nobody move. If you're wearing a mask, get down on your knees now.
Get their masks of. Please hurry.
There's a bomb wired to the time in the control booth. Oh no!
Josh. Get anyone not wearing a mask out of here. Marshall, help carry this man.
Everyone else, let's go.
Good God.
Hurry up, you lot, come on. Everybody out.
Dascombe.
Have you any idea how long it would take to rebuild this facility?
Do you have any idea what you're doing?
Don't shoot me, please. It's him, it's him.
On your knees. ON YOUR KNEES!
Here we go.
I did it. I did it.
Freeze! Get your hands on your head. Do it now, or I'll shoot.
I must say that I'm rather astonished by the response time of Londons finest.
I hadn't expected you to be quite so Johnny on the spot.
We were here before you even got started, back luck, chummy.
Oh, I don't know about that.
We're interrupting your regularly scheduled program to bring you this terrifying report
of a terrorist takover of Jordan Tower, which ended only moments ago.
A psychotic terrorist, identified only as the letter V, attacked the control booth with
high powered explosives and other weapons, that he used against unarmed civilians
in order to broadcast a message of hate.
We've just received this footage of a daring police raid.
Stop! Stay where you are, or we'll shoot. Stay where you are!
Now this is only an initial report, but at this time it's believed that during this
heroic raid, the terrorist was shot and killed.
Bollocks! Again, from what we've been told by authorities,
the danger is now over. The terrorist is dead.
Right there. What's he thinking?
Is he considering leaving her? After she just saved him?
He's a terrorist, you can't expect him to act like you or me.
Some part of him is human, and for better or worse, she's stuck with him.
You scared me. My apologies. You feeling all right?
Yes, thank you. What is this place? It's my home, I call it the Shadow Gallery.
It's beautiful. Where'd you get all this stuff?
Oh, here and there. Much of it from the vaults of the ministry of objectionable material.
You stole them? Oh, heavens no. Stealing implies ownership.
You can't steal from the censor, I merely reclaimed them.
God, if they ever find this place... I suspect if they do find this place,
a few bits of art will be the least of my worries. You mean after what you've done?
God, what have I done? I maced a detective. Why did I do that?
You did what you thought was right. No, I shouldn't have done that.
I must have been out of my mind. Is that what you really think,
or is that what they'd want you to think?
I think i should go. May I ask where?
Home, I have to go home. You said they were looking for you.
If they know where you work, they certainly know where you live.
Well, I have friends, I can stay with them. I'm afraid that wont work either.
You have to understand, Evey, I didn't want this for either of us,
but i couldn't see any other way. You were unconscious, and I had to
make a decision. If i'd left you there, right now you'd be in one of Creedys
interrogation cells. They'd imprison you, torture you, and in all probability
kill you in the pursuit of finding me. After what you did, I couldn't let that happen,
so I picked you up and carried you to the only place I knew you'd be safe.
Here. To my home. I wont tell anyone, I swear.
You know you can trust me. I'm sorry, but I can't take that risk.
But I don't even know where this is, we could be anywhere.
You know it's under ground, you know the colour of the stone.
It'd be enough for a clever man. What're you saying, I have to stay here?
Only until I'm done. After the fifth I no longer think it will matter.
You mean a year from now? I have to stay here for a year?
Sorry Evey, I didn't know what else to do. You should have left me alone.
Why didn't you just leave me alone?
Anything else on the parents? Yeah, it aint good. They were interned at Belmarsh.
Oh no. Yeah, she died during a hunger strike,
and he copped it when the military retook the shared.
And that aint the worst of it, her brother was at St.Marys.
Christ. It's nothing but bad luck here.
So, we know her story. Now we need his.
V? Aah. Bonjour, madamoiselle.
I just wanted to apologise for my reaction last night.
I understand what you did for me, and I want you to know I am grateful.
Your hands!
Yes.
There, that's better. I hope I didn't put you off your appetite.
No, please, it's just...Are you all right? Oh, yes yes yes, I'm fine.
Can I ask what happened?
There was a fire, a long time ago. Ancient history for some.
Not really very good table conversation. Now, would you care for a cup of tea
with your egg. Yes, thank you, I'm starving actually.
Have a seat.
Mmm. That's delicious. Hmm, good.
God, I haven't had real butter since i was a little girl. Where'd you get it?
Government supply train, on it's way to chancellor Sutler.
You stole this from chancellor Sutler? Yes.
Well, you're insane.
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.
MacBeth. Very good.
My mom. She used to read all these plays to me, and ever since I've always wanted to act.
Be in plays, movies. When I was nine, I played Violet in Twelfth Night.
Mom was very proud. Where's your mother now?
She's dead. I'm sorry.
Can I ask about what you said on the telly? Yes.
Did you mean it? Every word.
You really think that blowing up Parliament is going to make this country a better place?
There's no certainty, only opportunity. Well, I think you can be pretty certain that if
anyone does show up, Creedy will black bag every one of them.
People should no be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people.
And you're going to make that happen by blowing up a building?
The building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it.
Symbols are given power by people. Alone, a symbol is meaningless,
but with enough people, blowing up a building can change the world.
I wish I believed that was possible. But everytime I've seen this world change
it's always been for the worse.
I'll tell you what i know. I know this was not a man.
A man does not wear a mask. A man does not threaten innocent civilians.
What every gutless, freedom hating terrorist is, a God damn coward.
There will be no negotiation, Robert. When i arrive in the morning,
the paddy will be gone. I'm looking at the tape right now,
and he has no idea how to light me. My nose looks like Big fucking Ben.
Listen to me, you bleeding sod. England prevails because I say it does,
and so does every lazy cunt on this show, and that includes you.
Find another DOP, or find yourself another job.
I'll tell you what i wish. I wish I'd been there.
I wish I'd had a chance for a face to face. Just one chance, that's all I need.
Good guys win, bad guys lose, and as always: England prevails!
Holy Christ!
Good evening, commander Prothero. Oh my God, how did you get in here?
Don't worry. I've made sure our reunion wont be disturbed by any pesky late night phone calls,
commander. Stop that. Why do you keep calling me that?
That was your title, remember? When we first met, all those years ago.
You wore a uniform in those days.
You! It is you. The ghost of Christmas past.
Yeah? Finch, it's Dascombe.
Dascombe. I've already called the chancellor.
We have to get control of the situation. What situation?
Chancellor Sutler agreed, for obvious reasons, we have to keep this discreet, inspector.
Cast in the wrong light, the loss of the Voice of London could be devastating to our credibility.
Perhaps a stroke. No no, it's too horrific.
Quiet, dignified death, in his sleep.
We got any eyes or ears on this one? No, the cam chords were cut, in the
same manner as before. We've got an elevator log ID.
Let me guess. She's in deep, inspector.
V?
Aha, my fat metal friend.
Aaah, Mondego.
Oh..God. I hope I didn't wake you.
No, I just thought you were fighting. I mean, for real.
My favorite film, The Count of Monte Christo. With Robert Donat as Edmond Dant�s.
It's not my sword, Mondego, but your past that disarmed you.
Aah, it gets me every time. I've never seen it.
Really? Would you like to? Does it have a happy ending?
As only celluloid can deliver. OK.
Put the sword away.
Forensics just wrapped.
No prints, no hair, no fibers. The guy's like a ghost.
You wouldn't believe the shit they found at Protheros. Drugs?
Could've started his own hospital. Interesting.
Why? Did you know Lewis Prothero was one of the richest
men in the country before he became the Voice of London?
Drugs? Legal ones. Major stockholder in Viadoxic Pharmaceuticals.
Viadoxic and St.Marys in less than a week. Coincidence?
When you're in this as long as I've been you stop believing in coincidence.
May we come up?
You find your own tree.
Did you like it? Yeah.
But it made me feel sorry for Mercedes. Why?
Because he cared more about revenge then he did about her.
...were devastated when news of the most popular, most awarded stars in the history of
the BTN, a man known to the entire nation as the Voice of London, passed away
late last night from apparent heart failure.
An extraordinary talent... She's lying.
How do you know? She blinks a lot when she does a story
she knows is false. And it came as no surprise to those who knew him,
that his body was found at his office, where he often worked long hours
after everyone else had gone home. Lewis, you will be sorely missed.
V. Yesterday I couldn't find my ID. You didn't take it, did you?
Would you prefer a lie or the truth?
Did you have anything to do with...that?
Yes, I killed him. You...oh God.
You're upset. I'm upset? You just said you killed Lewis Prothero.
I might have killed the Fingermen that attacked you, but I heard no objection then.
What? Violence can be used for good.
What are you talking about? Justice.
Oh.
I see. There's no court in this country for men like Prothero.
And are you going to kill more people?
Yes.
Take a look at this. Protheros military record. What do you see?
Uuh...Iraq, Kurdistan, Syria, before and after. Sudan. Busy boy.
Yeah, but after all that they put him in charge of a detention facility at Larkhill.
Well, no good deed goes unpunished. Do you think there's a connection between
our boy and Larkhill? It might explain the connection between him
and the Hammond girl. Problem is...
I can't find any other record of it.
Larkhill. Larkhill. I cannot recall that particular facility, inspector,
but you're welcome to review our records. We've been through your records, major,
all it says is that there was a detention facility at Larkhill,
approximately 10 miles north of Salisbury. Well, there you have it.
This is a matter of some urgency, major. We need to know if there was anything
different about this facility. I'm sorry inspector, I simply cannot recall.
Was there a specific profile for those being sent there?
Usual undesireables, I should think. But do you know?
Of course not, I wasn't myself stationed there. Do you know who was?
I cannot recall any specific names, but if you look through our records...
Your records are either deleted, omitted or missing. As head of the detention program
at that time... Before you go any further, let me remind you, inspector,
things were very chaotic back then. Right now we don't have the problems we
had back then. We all did what we had to do.
And in those circumstances we did the best we could. And thats all I have to say about that.
You can do this.
Hi.
I've been thinking.
There's something I want to ask you, but I don't think you'll understand why unless you
know a few things about me.
My father was a writer. You would have liked him.
He used to say that artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use them to
cover the truth up. Mmm, a man after my own heart.
He always told the best stories. Until my brother died.
That was when everything changed.
My brother was one of the students at St.Marys.
After he died, my parents became political.
They protested the war, and the reclamation. When Sutler was appointed high chancellor
they were at the riot in Leeds. I watched on the television,
thinking I was going to see my parents killed. I remember them arguing at night.
Mom wanted to leave the country. Dad refused. He said if we ran away, they would win.
Win, like it was a game.
Evey, quick. Hide.
Mommy! Eveeey...
I never saw them again. It was like those black bags erased
them from the face of the earth. I'm sorry, Evey.
No, I'm the one that's sorry. Sorry I'm not a stronger person.
Sorry I'm not like my parents, I wish I was, but I'm not.
I wish I wasn't afraid all the time, but...
I am.
I know this world is screwed up. Believe me, I know better than most,
which is why i wanted to ask if there's anything I can do to help make it right.
Please let me know. If you wish.
You really think you'll find something here?
Worth a shot.
One thing is true of all governments. The most reliable records are tax records.
It appears that the original electronic records have all been lost, probably during the
reclamation. A lot of things went missing back then, but I found this hard copy, found in the vault.
Everything we've got on Larkhill is in there. Thanks. This is of great help.
Vi veri veniversum vivus vici. By the power of truth, I, while living,
have conquered the universe. Personal motto?
From Faust. That's about trying to cheat the Devil, isn't it?
It is. And speaking of the Devil, I was wondering if your offer to help is
still standing. Of course.
It appears that unforseen cicumstances have accelerated my original plan.
As a result, I'm in need of someone with some theatrical skills.
I'll do my best. I believe you will.
Another doctor. Why does a detention facility need so many doctors?
I don't know, but this is interesting. The highest paid person at the camp was a priest
Really? Yeah, Father Lilliman.
Paid almost 200.000 a month. Now, that is interesting.
Looks like he was promoted. He's a bishop now.
Your grace. Oh, Dennis. Has everything been arranged?
Yes, I've just received your interlink intinerary, and you should arrive in Perth in time for mass.
You're most diligent, Dennis. A noble example for all those who labor in the name
of our Lord, but... Your grace?
Well, it wasn't labor that I was speaking of. It was rather my final remittance that
I was interested in.
My last little joy. I'm sorry, your grace.
She has arrived, but there was some confusion at the agency and they've sent a new
girl, who I'm afraid is a little older than usual.
Older? Oh dear, she's not too old, I trust? That is for your grace to decide.
Oh my. Your grace.
To think that I doubted your loveliness for an instant.
Mea culpa, my child. Mea culpa.
Please, your grace, we don't have much time, and I have to tell you something.
A confession? I love the confession game. Tell me your sins.
This isn't a game, your grace. Someone's coming here and I think he means to kill you.
I'm sorry? I'm telling you this because I want some kind of
protection or amnesty. I had nothing to do with the Bailey and I made a terrible
mistake in the Jordan Tower, but I think this should balance it out.
What're you talking about? I'm Evey Hammond. I'm..I've been the prisoner
of the terrorist named V for the past several weeks, and I am telling you that any
moment he is going to come through that door, because i unlocked the window in the room
where Dennis told me to get ready. Wonderful.
It's a game I've never played. What a delightful mind you have.
I hope the rest of you is just as interesting. No please, you have to believe me.
Oh, I do, I do. Now let me tell you the firmness of my belief.
Stop it. Get off of me. Seems like I've captured a dangerous terrorist now.
How best recure her confession?
You little bitch. You fucking little whore.
Reverend. My God. She wasn't lying. It is you.
I'm sorry. I had to. Evey.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends stolen forth from holy writ
And seem a saint when most I play the devil. Please! Have mercy.
Oh, not tonight, bishop. Not tonight.
Oh no, please, I beg of you. Well then...
I don't wanna die... This is surveillance 109, we have an emergency.
Run every name in that file. I want the whereabouts of all of them.
Tonight. Yes, sir.
Here comes the Finger.
Yeah. Get going, I'll handle him.
Creedy. What're you doing here?
Several prominent party members have been murdered, chief inspector.
This is no ordinary situation, and requires more than your ordinary attention.
The chancellor demanded my immediate involvement. It'll be hard to run an investigation if
you're detaining all my witnesses. The security of information is paramount.
In these volatile times mistakes like Jordan Tower can no longer be tolerated, if
indeed Jordan Tower was an accident. What does that mean?
The terrorist seems to have a rather intimate understanding of our system.
The chancellor suspects there might be an informer.
Are you saying I'm under surveillance, Mr.Creedy? At this time, it would behove you to cease
any investigation of matters that have long since passed, and concentrate on the
concerns of our present.
You mean Larkhill? Major Wilson is a friend of the high chancellor.
His loyalty is not in question. But mine is?
Your mother was Irish, wasn't she?
Terrible what St.Marys did to Ireland, wasn't it?
I've been a party member for 27 years. If I were you, chief inspector,
I'd find the terrorist. I'd find him soon.
Evey? Good God.
I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go.
Yes. Well, you'd better come inside before someone sees you.
Cheers. Gordon, I know every cop in this country is
looking for me, I know its horrible of me to come here and put you in this situation...
Evey... If they find me here, you could be in terrible trouble.
Evey, listen to me. If the government ever searched my house, you would be the
least of my problems.
You trusted me. It would be terrible manners for me not to trust you.
Oh my God. That's God Save The Queen my parents took me to when it hung at Gallery twelve.
I thought Sutler had it destroyed. He believes he did. Cost me more than this house.
But no matter how bad I feel, it always cheers me up.
What's that? It's a copy of the Koran. 14th century.
Are you a muslim? No, I'm in television.
But why would you keep it? I don't have to be muslim to find the
images beautiful or its poetry moving. But is it worth it. I mean, if they
find that here... I told you, you'd be the least of my worries.
Thank you, Gordon. Thank you so much. It's all right.
You know, this whole thing started the night he blew up the old Bailey, and...
I was on my way here, and...
Ah. Yes.
You see, we're both fugitives in our own way.
But... You're wondering why you were invited here
to supper in the first place? If my appetites were for less conventional fare.
Unfortunately, a man in my position is expected to entertain young and attractive
ladies like yourself. Because, in this world, if I were to invite
who I desired, I would undoubtedly find myself without a home
or a television show. I'm sorry.
Not as sorry as I am.
The truth is, after so many years you begin to lose more than just your appetite.
You were a mask for so long you forget who you were beneath it.
I'm sorry, chief inspector. Same basic toxicology as Prothero.
You can get these poisons from any house in London.
Thanks, Delia.
Any leads on finding this guy? Honestly, nothing yet. But there's
something else you can help me with.
You started as a botanist, didn't you?
It's a Scarlet Carson.
They're believed to be extinct.
He leaves them at the crime scenes. I'd appreciate it if you could have
a look at it. Any information could be helpful.
Of course.
Excuse me.
Yeah? I just finished going through the file, inspector.
You'd better get back here. Yeah, ok.
My God, he's killed them all. All but one.
Who is she? Not sure.
Clearly one of the people in charge at Larkhill. After they shut it down, she disappeared, two years.
Until she applied for an overseas visa, which was denied.
Running away.
Probably, cause after that all record of her seems to stop.
She changed her name. Well, that's what I'm guessing.
I put a call into the registry, but I haven't heard back. It's late...or early.
Call them again, I want that name.
What're you sure about that? Ok, thank you.
Dr.Diana Stanton changed her name to Delia Surridge. The coroner?
Yeah.
Jesus, I just saw her.
It's you, isn't it? You've come to kill me.
Yes.
Thank God.
I'm sorry inspector, but I can't get a response from that number. There's a problem
with the connection. Jesus Christ. He's there.
After what happened. After what they did, I thought about killing myself.
I knew that one day you'd come for me.
I didn't know what they were going to do. I swear to you.
Read my journal. What they did was only possible because of you.
Oppenheimer was able to change more than the course of a war. It changed the entire course
of human history.
Is it wrong to hold on to that kind of hope? I've not come for what you hoped to do,
I've come for what you did.
It's funny, I was given one of your roses today.
I wasn't sure you were the terrorist until I saw it.
What a strange coincidence that I shall be given one today.
There are no coincidences, Delia. Only the elusion of coincidence.
I have another rose.
And this one is for you.
You're going to kill me now? I killed you ten minutes ago, while you slept.
Is there any pain? No.
Thank you.
Is it meaningless to apologise?
Never.
I'm so sorry.
Damn it.
The terrorist obviously wanted us to have it. He wanted us to know the story.
Or at least a part of it.
Am I to understand that you have read this document, inspector?
Yes. Has anyone else read it?
No, sir. Then let me make this perfectly clear to you.
The contents of this document are a matter of national security,
constituting an assault on the character of several important party members,
as well as a blatant violation of the articles of allegiance.
As the authenticity of this document cannot be verified, it could be an elaborate forgery
created by the terrorist as easily as it could be the deranged fantasy of a former
party member who resigned for psychological reasons. Any discussion of this document
or its contents will be regarded at the very least as an act of sedition,
if not, an willful act of treason.
Is that understood, Mr.Finch? Yes, sir.
You would do well, inspector, to put it out of your mind.
May 23rd...
My first batch of subjects arrived today,
and i have to admit I'm very excited.
This could be the dawn of a new age.
Nuclear power is meaningless in a world where a virus can kill an entire population
and leave it's wealth intact.
May 27th...
Commander Prothero toured the lab with a priest, Father Linniman, while I was told
he had to monitor for rules and rights violations. Made me nervous, but afterwards the
commander assured me there wouldn't be a problem.
June 2nd...
I keep wondering if these people knew how they might be helping their country,
if they would act any differently.
They're so weak and pathetic. They never look you in the eye.
I find myself hating them.
August 18th...
Of the original four dozen, over 75 percent are now deceased.
No controllable pattern has yet emerged.
September 18th...
There is one case that continue to give me hope.
He exhibits none of the immune system pathologies that the other subjects developed.
I've discovered several cellular anomalies in his blood, that I've been unable to
categorise. The mutation seem to have triggered the abnormal development of
basic kinesthesia and reflexes. The subject said he could no longer remember
who he was or where he was from. Whoever he was, he is now the key to our dream,
and the hope that all of this would not have been in vain.
November 5th...
It started last night, around midnight. The first explosions tore open the
entire medical section.
All my work, gone. I was trying to understand how it could have happened, when I saw him,
the man from room V. He looked at me, not with eyes,
there were no eyes, but I know he was looking at me, because I felt it.
Oh God. What have I done?
Bonjour, madamoiselle.
What is that you're making? We called it eggie in a basket,
my mom used to make them. This is weird.
What? The first morning I was with him,
he made me eggs just like this. Really?
I swear. That is a strange coincidence, although...
There's an obvious explanation. There is?
Yes, Evey.
I am V. At last you know the truth.
You're stunned, I know. It's hard to believe, isn't it, that beneath this wrinkled
well-fed exterior there lies a dangerous killing machine with a fetish for Fawkesian masks.
Viva la revolucion. That is not funny, Gordon.
Yeah, I know. I'm useless without a studio audience.
I've seen people go to jail for less than that. Of course, he was right, wasn't he?
There is something wrong with this country.
Morning, inspector.
You're at it early.
Something wrong? You don't look so good, sir.
I wanna ask a question, Dominic. I don't care if you answer me or not.
I just wanna say this out loud. And I need to know that this question will
not leave this office. Yeah, of course, inspector.
Because of the terrorist?
No.
What is it, chief? What's going on?
The question I wanna ask is about St.Marys and Three Waters.
The question that's kept me up for the last 24 hours, the question I have to ask is...
What if the worst, the most horrifying biological attack in this countrys history
was not the work of religious extremists?
Well, I don't understand. We know it was. They were caught. They confessed.
And they were executed, I know. And maybe thats really what happened.
But I see this chain of events...
These coincidences. And I have to ask, what if that isn't what happened?
What is someone else unleashed that virus? What if someone else killed all those people?
Would you really wanna know who it was?
Sure.
Even if it was someone working for this government?
That's my question. If our own government was responsible
for what happened at St.Marys and Three Waters.
If our own government was responsible for the deaths of almost a 100.000 people...
would you really wanna know?
Based on random audio sweeps I projected that right now, 80 percent of the public
believe that the terrorist is still alive. We're also showing a 12 percent increase
of last monts positive mention, in all four quadrants.
Mr.Creedy? We're handling it as best we can, chancellor.
Arrests are as high as they've been since the reclamation.
I want more than arrests, I want results.
What's all this about? I'm celebrating.
Celebrating what?
I think this could be the best show we've ever done.
Listen, we've got an extraordinary show for you tonight. You're not gonna believe it.
As a matter of fact, I don't think I do. Would you please, give a very warm
welcome to our own chancellor Adam Sutler.