Vi Veri Vniversum 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 was still standing.
- Of course. - It appears unforeseen circumstances...
...have accelerated my original plan.
As a result, I'm in need of someone with some theatrical skill.
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.
- Lilliman. - Was paid almost 200 grand a month.
Now, that is interesting.
Looks like he was promoted. He's a bishop now.
- Your Grace. - Oh, Denis.
- Has everything been arranged? - Yes.
I've just received your InterLink itinerary.
You should arrive in Perth in time for Mass.
You're most diligent, Denis...
...a noble example for all those who labor in the name of our Lord, but...
- Your Grace? - It wasn't labor 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.
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.
Your Grace, we don't have much time and I have to tell you something.
A confession? I love the confessional game.
Tell me your sins.
This isn't a game, Your Grace.
Someone's coming. 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 made a mistake in the Jordan Tower.
- I think this should balance it out. - What are you talking about?
I'm Evey Hammond. I'm...
I've been the prisoner of the terrorist V for the past several weeks.
I'm telling you that any moment, he's going to come through that door.
I unlocked the window in the room where Denis 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, I do.
Let me show you the firmness of my beliefs.
Stop it! Get off of me!
Seems I've captured a dangerous terrorist.
Now, how best to procure her confession?
You little bitch. You fucking little whore!
- Reverend. - Oh, 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.
Oh, please, have mercy.
Oh, not tonight, Bishop.
Not tonight.
Don't do this, I beg of you.
Well, then. Children's hour at the abbey.
Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.
- What the...? - I don't want to 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.
Pucker up, here comes the Finger.
Yeah. Get going. I'll handle him.
Creedy.
What are 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 investigate 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? - 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 behoove 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. Mary's 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...
...and I'd find him soon.
Please.
Evey? Good God!
I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go.
Yes, well, you better come inside before someone sees you.
- Cheers. - I know every cop's looking for me.
I know it's horrible of me to put you in this situation.
- Evey... - 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 it when they hung it at Gallery 12.
- 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 is 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, poetry moving.
Is it worth it? If they found that here...
I told you, you'd be the least of my worries.
Thank you, Gordon.
- Thank you so much. - It's all right.
This whole thing started the night he blew up the Old Bailey.
I was on my way here, and...
Yes.
You see, we are 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, let alone 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 wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.
I'm sorry, chief inspector. Same basic toxicology as Prothero.
You could get these poisons from any house in London.
Thanks, Delia.
Any leads on finding this guy?
Nothing yet. But there's something else you can help me with.
You started as a botanist, didn't you?
It's... 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 better get back here.
Yeah, okay.
- My God. He's killed them all. - All but one.
- Who is she? - Not sure.
She's clearly one of the people in charge at Larkhill.
But after they shut it down, she disappeared for two years.
Till she applied for an overseas visa, which was denied.
Running away?
Probably, because after that, all record of her seems to stop.
- She changed her name. - That's what I'm guessing.
I put a call in to the registry, but I haven't heard back.
- It's late, or early. - Call them again. I want that name.
What? Are you sure about that?
Okay. 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, 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.
But 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.
He changed the entire course of human history.
Is it wrong to hold on to that kind of hope?
I have 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 should be given one today.
There are no coincidences, Delia.
Only the illusion of coincidence.
I have another rose.
And this one is for you.
- You're going to kill me now? - I killed you 10 minutes ago...
...while you slept.
- Is there any pain? - No.
Thank you.
Is it meaningless to apologize?
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, sir. - 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 a 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 that 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 its wealth intact.
- Stay together! - Come on, move!
May 27th.
Commander Prothero toured the lab with a priest, Father Lilliman...
...who I was told is here to monitor for Rules and Rights violations.
It made me nervous, but the commander assured me there wouldn't be a problem.
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 the 18th.
Of the original four dozen, over 75 percent are now deceased.
No controllable pattern has yet emerged.
September the 18th.
There is one case that continues to give me hope.
He exhibits none of the immune-system pathologies the other subjects developed.
I've discovered cellular anomalies in his blood that I've been unable to categorize.
The mutations 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 will not have been in vain.
November the 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've happened when I saw him.
The man from room 5.
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?
What is that you're making?
We called it "eggie in the basket." My mum made 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.
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.
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.
Is 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 aloud.
But I need to know that this question will not leave this office.
Yeah, of course, inspector, but...
Because of the terrorist?
No.
So, what is it, chief? What's going on?
The question I want to ask is about St. Mary's...
...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 country's 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 that's 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 if 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. Mary's and Three Waters...
...if our own government was responsible for the deaths of almost 100,000 people...
...would you really wanna know?
This has to be the bloody coldest March in years.
Keep talking like that, we'll lose our party status.
- They're a pack of lying, greedy hypocrites! - Keep it down, will you?
Based on random audio sweeps, I've projected that right now...
...80 percent of the public believe the terrorist is still alive.
We're also showing a 12-percent increase...
...over last month's positive mention in all four quadrants.
- Mr. Creedy? - We're handling it as best we can.
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.
Very good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
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.
Will you please give a very warm welcome...
...to our own Chancellor Adam Sutler!
- No way! - No, it can't be!
We threw out the censor-approved script and shot one I wrote this morning.
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?
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. Deitrich.
- The terrorist was never a serious concern. - Oh, really?
- Chancellor, chancellor... - It's him.
Are you saying that he's not still alive and active?
The terrorist has been neutralized.
Oh, my God! Chancellor, look!
The terrorist!
Get him!
Oh, dear.
At last!
And now, for all the world to see.
It's him!
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! - Fire!
What are 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.
I should've hired him to be my mother.
- You're mad. - Either that or I wasn't breast-fed.
- Is everything a joke to you? - Only the things that matter.
- What if they come after you? - I tell you what's gonna happen.
I'll have to make some kind of apology, do some boring fundraiser.
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, funnyman?
- Gotcha. - No, no.
Do you know why you're here, Evey Hammond?
Please.
You've been charged with three counts of murder...
...the bombing of government property, conspiracy to commit terrorism...
...treason and sedition, the penalty 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 code name V.
If your information leads to his capture...
...you will be released from this facility immediately.
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 Tottle Brook...
...and she used to tell me that God was in the rain.
I passed my 11 Plus and went to 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'd 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 smelt of roses.
Those were the best years of my life.
But America's war grew worse and worse, and eventually came to London.
The bill proposed by the Undersecretary for Defense, Adam Sutler...
...to close the remaining tube stations passed with...
After that, there were no roses anymore.
Not for anyone.
You won't last much longer.
You're gonna die 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 buying 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 apologized to no one.
I shall die here.
Every inch of me shall perish.
Every inch...
...but one.
An inch.
It is small, and it is fragile...
...and it is the 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, whoever you are, you escape this place.
I hope that the world turns and that things get better.
But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean...
...when I tell you that even though I do not know you...
...and even though I may never meet you...
...laugh with you, cry with you...
...or kiss you...
...I love you.
With all my heart...
...I love you.
Valerie.
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.
What?
Hello, Evey.
You.
- It was you? - Yeah.
That wasn't real?
- Is Gordon...? - I'm sorry, but Mr. Deitrich's dead.
I thought they'd arrest him...
...but when they found a Koran in his house, they had him executed.
Oh, 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 understand how hard it was for me.
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. 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...
...taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe.
I thought I'd die with all the 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 use lies to tell the truth.
Yes, I created a lie.
But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.
- No. - What was true in that cell is 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.
I can't... Can't breathe.
Asthma. When I was little...
Listen to me, Evey.
This may be the most important moment of 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 that was all there was, didn't you?
The only thing you had left was your life, but it wasn't.
- Oh, please. - You found something else.
In that cell, you found something that mattered more to you than life.
When they threatened to kill you unless you gave what they wanted...
...you told them you'd rather die.
You faced your death, Evey.
You were calm. You were still.
Try to feel now what you felt then.
Oh, God.
I felt...
Yes?
I'm dizzy.
I need air.
Please, I need to be outside.
There's a lift. It'll 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 never danced to any of them.
- Did you hear me? - Yes.
I can't stay here.
I know.
Well, you won't 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 a basic principle of the universe...
...that every action will create an equal and opposing reaction.
Is that how you see it?
- Like an equation? - What was done to me was monstrous.
And they created a monster.
- Do you know where you'll go? - No.
That would have scared me before...
...but I suppose I should thank you.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
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.