No way. No, it can't be.
Oh my God.
Chancellor, chancellor, chancellor, I understand you've been under tremendous
strain lately, since the beginning of this whole terrorism business, and we thought
it would be a nice idea to try and help you relax. Girls.
Ah, warm milk. There's nothing better. I understand you enjoy a glass every night, chancellor?
Since I was a boy.
But you're wrong, Mr.Dietrich. The terrorist was never a serious concern.
Oh really? Chancellor, chancellor...
Are you saying that he's not still alive? The terrorist has been neutralised.
Oh my God. Chancellor, look. The terrorist.
Get him!
Oh dear.
At last! And now, for all the world to see.
Unhand me! I am your chancellor.
How dare you? I am the chancellor.
Imposter!
Soldiers, that man is the terrorist. I order you to shoot that traitor.
Liar! Faker!
Fraud! Ready.
Aim! FIRE!
What're they gonna do? Fine us? Big deal. We've got the most watched show on air.
Well, you're my agent, that's what I pay you for. Protect me.
Should've hired him years ago to be my mother.
You're mad. Either that, or I wasn't breast fed.
Is everything a joke to you, Gordon? Only the things that matter.
What if they come after you? Listen, I'll tell you what's gonna happen.
I'm gonna have to make some kind of apology, do some boring fundraiser, and in the meantime
our ratings will go through the roof. It'll be fine. Trust me.
Gordon?
Quick, Evey. Hide!
Not so funny now, is it, funny man?
Gotcha. No, no...
Do you know why you're here, Evey Hammond?
Please... You've been formally charged with three counts
of murder, the bombing of government property, conspiracy to commit terrorism,
treason and sedition. The penaly for which is death by firing squad.
You have one chance, and only one chance to save your life.
You must tell us the identity, or whereabouts, of codename V.
If your information leads to his capture, you will be released from this facility immediatly.
Do you understand what I'm telling you? You can return to your life, Miss Hammond.
All you have to do is cooperate.
Process her.
I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks,
but I don't care. I am me. My name is Valerie. I don't think I'll live much longer,
and I wanted to tell someone about my life.
This is the only autobiography that I will ever write, and God, I'm writing it
on toilet paper.
I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don't remember much of those early years,
but I do remember the rain.
My grandmother owned a farm in Toodlebrook, and she used to tell me that God was in the rain.
I passed my eleventh class and went to a girls grammar. It was at school that I
met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists, they were beautiful.
I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that
it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sarah did...
I didn't.
In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents.
I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand.
My father wouldn't look at me. He told me to go and never come back.
My mother said nothing. But I had only told them the truth,
was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little,
but it is all we really have. It is the very, last inch of us.
But within that inch, we are free.
It ends whenever you want it to. Just tell us where he is.
I don't know.
I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my first film,
The Salt Flats.
It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because
that was how I met Ruth.
The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again.
We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our
window box, and our place always smelled of roses.
Those were the best years of my life.
But Americas war grew worse and worse, and eventually came to London.
The bill proposed by the Undersecretary for Defence, Adam Sutler, to close the remaining
tube stations, passed with a universal... After that, there were no roses anymore.
Not for anyone. You won't last much longer. You're gonna die in here.
Why protect someone who doesn't give a shit about you?
I remember how the meaning of words began to change.
How unfamiliar words like collateral and rendition became frightening.
While things like norsefire and the Articles of Allegiance became powerful.
I remember how different became dangerous.
I still don't understand it. Why they hate us so much.
They took Ruth while she was out byuing food.
I've never cried so hard in my life.
It wasn't long 'till they came for me.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place,
but for three years I had roses, and apologised to no one.
I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch...
but one.
An inch. It is small and it is fragile, but it's the only thing in the world
worth having. We must never lose it or give it away, we must never let them
take it from us.
I hope that the world turns, and that things get better.
But what I hope most of all, is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that,
even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you,
cry with you, or kiss you, I love you.
With all my heart.
I love you.
Valerie.
I'm instructed to inform you that you have been convicted by special tribunal,
and that unless you are ready to offer your cooperation, you are to be executed.
Do you understand what I'm telling you?
Yes. Are you ready to cooperate?
No. Very well.
Escort Miss Hammond back to her cell.
Arrange a detail of six men and take her out behind the chemical shed and shoot her.
It's time.
I'm ready.
Look, all they want is one little piece of information. Just give them something.
Anything.
Thank you, but I'd rather die behind the chemical sheds.
Then you have no fear anymore. You're completely free.
Hello, Evey.
You.
It was you. Yeah.
That wasn't real?
Is Gordon? I'm sorry, but Mr.Dietrich is dead.
I thought they'd arrest him, but when they found a Koran in his house, they had
him executed. God.
Fortunately, I got to you before they did. You got to me?
You did this to me.
You cut my hair.
You tortured me.
You tortured me!
Why?
You said you wanted to live without fear. I wish there'd been an easier way,
but there wasn't. Oh my God.
I know you may never forgive me, but nor will you ever understand how hard it was
for me to do what I did. Every day I saw in myself everything you see
in me now. Every day I wanted to end it, but each time you refused to give in.
I knew I couldn't You're sick! You're evil!
You could have ended it, Evey. You could have given in, but you didn't.
Why? Leave me alone, I hate you.
That's it! See, at first I thought it was hate too. Hate was all I knew, it built
my world, imprisoned me. It taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe.
I thought I'd die with all that hate in my veins.
But then something happened. It happened to me, just as it happened to you.
Shut up! I don't want to hear your lies. Your own father said that artists used
lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie, but because you believed in it you
found something true about yourself. No!
What was true in that cell is just as true now.
What you felt in there has nothing to do with me.
I can't feel anything anymore. Don't run from it, Evey. You've been
running all your life.
Listen to me, Evey. This may be the most important moment in your life,
commit to it.
They took your parents from you. They took your brother from you.
They put you in a cell and took everything they could take, except your life.
And you believed it was all there was, didn't you? The only thing you had left was your life,
but it wasn't, was it? Please...
You found something else.. You found something that mattered more to you than life.
Cause when they threatened to kill you unless you gave them what they wanted,
you told them you'd rather die.
You faced your death, Evey. You were calm and still.
Try to feel now what you felt then.
I felt... Yes?
I'm dizzy, I need air. Please. I need to be outside.
Take the lift. It will take us to the roof.
God is in the rain.
V...
I'm leaving.
There are 872 songs in here...
I've listened to them all, but I've danced to any of them.
Did you hear me? Yes.
I can't stay here.
I know.
Well... You wont find any more locked doors here.
I thought about keeping this, but it didn't seem right knowing you wrote it.
I didn't.
May I show you something before you go?
She was real. Yes.
She's beautiful.
Did you know her? No. She wrote the letter just before she died,
and I delivered it to you as it had been delivered to me.
Then it really happened, didn't it? Yes.
You were in the cell next to her?
And that's what this is all about. You're getting back at them for what
they did to her.
And to you. What was done to me created me. It's the basic
principle of the universe that every action create an equal and opposing reacton.
Is that how you see it? Like an equasion? What was done to me was monstrous.
And they created a monster.
You know where you'll go? No.
That would've scared me before, but...
I suppose I should thank you. Well...
Thank you.
Good bye.
Evey...
May I ask you for something?
If I had one wish I would wish to see you again, if only once, before the 5th.
All right. Thank you.
Chancellor, I know no one seems to want to discuss this, but...
if we're to be prepared for any eventuality, then it can't be ignored any longer.
The red report in front of you has been vetted by several demolition specialists.
Now, it concludes that the most logical delivery system for the terrorist to use
would be an airborne attack. A seperate report has been filed suggesting a train,
despite the fact that the tunnel surrounding Parliament have been sealed shut.
Who filed that report? Chief Inspector Finch.
Do you have any evidence to support this conclusion, Mr.Finch?
No, sir. Just a feeling. If I am sure of anything, inspector Finch,
it is that this government will not survive if it is to be subject to
your feelings. Mr.Dascombe. What we need right now is a
clear message to the people of this country. This message must be read in every
newspaper, heard on every radio, seen on every television.
This message must resound throughout the entire interlink. I want this country
to realise that we stand on the edge of oblivion. I want every man, woman and child
to understand how close we are to chaos. I want everyone to remember why they need us.
In the former United States, civil war continues to devastate the Midwest.
Scientists attribute this latest water shortage to the lack of rainfall the last
two years. Ministry officials expect water coupon prices to rice.
Police have arrested nine suspects... Do you believe this shit?
Outside the quarantine zone, a new airborne pathogen has killed 27 people.
Authorities have uncovered new evidence linking the terrorist organisation called V
to the St.Marys viral attack on London 14 years ago.
My friend inside the Finger came up with something. The three men.
Covert intel. Original black baggers. All under Creedy.
Alan Percy, Robert Keyes, William Rookwood. On the day after the St.Marys outbreak,
Percy gives his Beretta a blowjob, Keyes dies in a fire...
Rookwood goes missing. Bloody coincidences are making me sick to
my stomach. Rookwood...
How do I know that name?
Holy shit.
He must've had a hidden trip on his file at the Finger.
How does he know it was you? What do we do?
I'm a cop, I have to know.
I came at the opening day, gave me the collywobbles.
Still does.
That's close enough, inspector.
We're not wired. I'm sorry, but a man in my position survives
by taking every precaution. You've information for us?
No, you already have the information, all the names and dates are inside your head.
What you want, what you really need is a story.
A story can be true or false.
I leave such judgements to you, inspector.
Our story begins as these stories often do, with a young, up and coming politician.
He's a deeply religious man, and member of the conservative party.
He's completely single-minded and has no regard for the political process.
The more power he attains, the more obvious his zealotry, the more aggressive his
supporters become.
Eventually, his party lauches a special project in the name of national security.
At first, it's believed to be a search for biological weapons, and its pursuit without
regard to its cost. However, the true goal of this project is power.
Complete and total hegemonic domination.
The project, however, ends violently.
But the efforts of those involved are not in vain, for a new ability to wage war
is born from the blood of the victims.
Imagine a virus, the most terrifying virus you can, and then imagine that you,
and you alone, have the cure. But if your ultimate goal power, how best to use
such a weapon? It's at this point in our story that along comes a spider.
He is a man seemingly without a conscience, for whom the ends always justify the means,
and it is he who suggests that their target should not be an enemy of the country,
but rather the country itself.
Three targets are chosen to maximise the effect of the attack,
a school, a tube station and a water treatment plant.
Several hundred die within the first few weeks.
The Three Waters has in fact been contaminated.
Authorities are attempting to control its deadly spread.
...sent a wave of destruction throughout the underground.
Fueled by the media, fear and panic spread quickly, fracturing and
dividing the country, until at last the true goal comes into view.
Before the St.Marys crisis no one would have predicted the results of the election
that year, no one. And then, not long after the election,
Lo! and behold, a miracle.
Some believed it was the work of God himself, but it was a pharmaceutical company controlled
by certain party members that made them all obscenely rich.
A year later, several extremists are tried, found guilty and executed while a memorial
is built to canonise their victims.
But the end result, the true genious of the plan was the fear.
Fear became the ultimate tool of this government, and through it, our politician
was ultimately appointed to the newly created position of High Chancellor.
The rest, as they say, is history...
Can you prove any of this? Why'd you think I'm still alive?
All right. We'd like to take you into protective custody, Mr.Rookwood.
Oh, I'm sure you would. But if you want that recording, you'll do what I tell
you to do.
Put Creedy under 24 hour surveillance. When I feel safe that he can't pick his
nose without you knowing, I'll contact you again. 'Till then, cheerio.
Rookwood...
Why didn't you come forward before? What were you waiting for?
For you, inspector. I needed you.
What's he doing in the dark there? Creepy Creedy. Not sure I wanna know.
Sutler can no longer trust you, can he, Mr.Creedy? And we both know why.
After I destroy Parliament, his only chance would be to offer them something else,
some other piece of meat. And who will that be? You, Mr.Creedy.
A man as smart as you has probably considered this. A man as smart as you
probably has a plan. That plan is the reason Sutler can no
longer trust you. It's the reason why you're being watched right now.
There are eyes and ears in ever room of this house and a tap on every phone.
Bollocks. Oh, a man as smart as you I think knows otherwise.
What do you want? Sutler.
Come now, Mr.Creedy, you knew this was coming, you knew that one day, it would
be you or him? That's why Sutler's been kept under ground for security purposes.
That's why there are several of your men close to Sutler, men that can be counted on.
All you have to do is say the word. What do I get out of this deal?
Me.
If you accept, put an X on your front door.
Why should I trust you? Cause it's the only way you're ever
going to stop me.
It was not my sword, Mondego, but your past that disarmed you.
May we come up?
You find your own tree.
Still no word, what's he waiting for?
Yeah? Inspector, it's for you.
Yeah? Is that chief inspector Finch?
It is. This is Captain Clark of the 137th ward at
Southend. We found him. William Rookwood. The one you've been looking for.
I saw your MP report a couple of weeks back, and thought I'd run it through our
John Does. Sure enough, I hooked him. Perfect dental match. He was a floater,
couple of fishermen picked him up. No ID...
William Rookwood is dead? I'd say so, twenty years now.
God damn it! That son of a bitch, sat there and spoon-fed me that bullshit.
And I ate it up. So what do we do now, inspector?
We do what we should've been doing...
We find him.
Every day, gentlemen.
Every day that brings us closer to November.
Every day that man remains free is one more failure.
347 days, gentlemen. 347 failures.
Chancellor, we do no have the adequate force... We are being buried beneath the avalanche
of your inadequacies, Mr.Creedy.
I'll get it.
Eric Finch? Yeah.
Bloody hell.
How many went out? So far we count 8 box cars. 700.000 at least.
Christ.
I want anyone caught with one of those masks arrested.
Give me the money. Give me the fucking money.
We're under siege here. Whole city's gone mad. This is exactly what he wants.
What? Anarchy in the UK.
Chaos. Mr.Creedy...
I am holding you personally responsible for this situation.
The problem is that he knows us, better than we know ourselves.
That's why I went to Larkhill last night. That's outside quarantine.
I had to see it.
There wasn't much left...
but when i was there it was strange.
I suddenly had this feeling that everything was connected.
It was like I could see the whole thing, one long chain of events that stretched
all the way back before Larkhill.
I felt like I could see everything that had happened.
And everything that was going to happen.
It was like a perfect pattern, laid out in front of me.
And I realised that we were all part of it...
and all trapped by it.
So, do you know what's gonna happen?
No, it was a feeling.
But I can guess.
With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid.
And when they do, thins will turn nasty.
Rioters were arrested in Brixton... And then Sutler will be forced to do
the only thing he knows how to do.
At which point, all V needs to do is keep his word.
And then...
Tonight's your big night.
You ready for it?
Are we ready for it?
I missed this song.
I didn't think you'd come.
I said I would. Ah..
You look well. Thank you.
May I inquire as to how you've avoided detection? A fake ID works better than a Guy Fawkes mask.
I must confess, every time I heard a siren I worried about you.
I worried about myself for a while...
but then one day I was at a market,
and a friend, someone I'd worked with at the BTN got in line behind me.
I was so nervous that when the cashier asked me for my money I dropped it.
My friend picked it up and handed it to me...
she looked at me right in the eyes,
didn't recognise me.
I guess whatever you did to me worked better than I'd imagined.
I have a gift for you, Evey, but before I give it to you, I'd like to ask you
something...
Would you dance with me?
Now? On the eve of your revolution? Aah, revolution without dancing is a
revolution not worth having.
I'd love to.
Tonight I will speak directly to these people, and make the situation perfectly clear to them.
The security of this nation depends on complete and total compliance.
Tonight, any protester, any instigator or agitator will be made example of.
Chancellor, there is a contingency that has not been adressed.
And what is that, Mr.Dascombe? Should the terrorist succeed...
He wont. I understand that it is highly unlikely, but
if he does... If he does, and something happens to that building,
the only thing that will change, the only difference that it will make,
is that tomorrow morning, instead of a newspaper, I will be reading Mr.Creedys resignation.
You've been busy. They're very scared right not.
I heard Sutler is going to make a public statement tonight.
Hmm..it's nearly time. The masks were genius.
It was strange to suddenly see your face everywhere.
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid. For such disguise as haply shall
become the form of my intent. Twelfth Night.
Violet.
I don't understand. What?
How you can be one of the most important things that has ever happened to me,
and yet I know almost nothing about you. I don't know where you were born,
who your parents were, if you had any brothers or sisters.
I don't even know what you really look like. Evey, please.
There is a face beneath this mask, but it's not me.
I am no more this face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones
beneath them.
I understand. Thank you.
There isn't much time. I have something I must give you.
I went by Parliament...
I haven't seen anything like it. Tanks, anti-aircraft, infantry.
Makes you wish that no one would show up.
But if they do, what do you whink will happen?
What usually happens when people without guns stand up to people with guns.
Pull over here. We've been searching these tunnels for weeks,
do you really think you're gonna find him there?
Inspector...
It's all gone wrong, isn't it?
The underground...
I thought they closed this all down.
They did. It took nearly ten years to clear the tracks, lay a bit of my own.
Let me show you.
These tracks lead to Parliament. Yes.
Then it's really going to happen, isn't it? It will, if you want it to.
What? This is my gift to you, Evey. Everything that
I have, my home, my books, the gallery, this train, I'm leaving to you to do with
what you will. Is this another trick, V?
No, no more tricks. No more lies. Only truth.
And the truth is, you made me understand that I was wrong, that the
choice to pull this lever...
is not mine to make. Why?
Because this world, the world that I'm a part of, and that I helped shape
will end tonight, and tomorrow a different world will begin, that different people
will shape. And this choice belongs to them.
Where are you going? The time has come for me to meet my maker,
and to repay him in kind for all that he's done. V, wait...
Please, you don't have to do this. You could let it go, we could leave
here together. No...
You were right about what I am. I have no tree waiting for me.
All I want, all I deserve, is at the end of that tunnel.
That's not true.
I can't.
My fellow Englishmen...
Tonight, our country, that which we stand for, and all that we hold dear faces a
grave and terrible threat. The area is clean, sir.
This violent and unparalleled assault to our security will not go undefended...
Where is he? ...or unpunished.
Penny for the Guy. Our enemy's an insidious, seeking to
divide us, and destroy the very foundation of our great nation.
I've kept my side of the bargain, but have you kept yours?
Bring him down. Tonight, we must remain steadfast,
we must remain determined, but most of all we must remain united.
Those caught tonight in violation of curfew will be considered in league with our
enemy and prosecuted as a terrorist without leniency or exception.
I wanna see his face. Tonight, I give you my most solemn vow
that justice will be swift, it will be righteous, and it will be
without mercy.
Oh God...
At last, we finally meet.
I have something for you, chancellor. A farewell gift, for all the things
you've done, for the things you might have done and for the only thing
you have left.
Goodbye, chancellor. Mr.Creedy?
Disgusting.
Now that's done with. It's time to have a look at your face.
Take off your mask. No.
Defiant to the end, huh?
You wont cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of death. You're like me.
The only thing that you and I have in common, Mr.Creedy, is we're both about to die.
How do you imagine that's gonna happen? With my hands around your neck.
Bollocks.
What're you gonna do, huh? We've swept this place. You've got nothing, nothing
but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We have guns.
No, what you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are
empty, I'm no longer standing. Because if I am, you'll all be dead before
you've reloaded. That's impossible.
Kill him.
My turn.
Die! DIE! Why wont you die?
Why wont you die?
Beneath this mask there is more than flesh, beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr.Creedy,
and ideas are bulletproof.
This is perm to 1, Whitehall is secure, over. This is general Akroyd. Keep communication
tight. I wont have this thing getting any more bollocksed up than it already is.
V.
Oh God, we have to stop your bleeding. Oh, please don't. I'm finished.
And glad of it. Don't say that.
I told you only truth.
For 20 years I thought only this day, and nothing else existed.
Until I saw you.
Then everything changed.
I fell in love with you, Evey, like I had no longer believed I could.
V, I don't want you to die.
That's the most beautiful thing...
...you could have given me.
V? V?
Eyes and ears have detected movement heading towards Trafalgars Square.
This is perimiter one, we have enemy contact.
Hold it. Stop right there.
You're Evey Hammond, aren't you?
Then it's over. Almost.
Stop! Get your hand off that lever.
No.
Enemy is approaching fast, requesting orders. General, what should we do?
There's no response from command.
Or from party leader Creedy.
Or from the high chancellor. Why are you doing this?
Because he was right. About what?
That this country needs more than a building right now.
It needs hope.
Stand down. Stand down.
Jesus bloody Christ.
It's time.
Tell me...
...do you like music, Mr.Finch?
That music... Yes.
His music.
Who was he?
He was Edmond Dant�s.
And he was my father...
...and my mother.
My brother...
...my friend.
He was you...
...and me.
He was all of us.
No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant for this country.
But I will never forget the man, and what he meant to me.