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 separate report has been filed...
...suggesting a train, despite the fact that the tunnels 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...
...it is that this government will not survive if it is to be subject to your feelings.
Mr. Dascomb, 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 realize 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 water shortage to the lack of rainfall the last two years.
Ministry officials expect water coupon prices to rise.
Police have arrested nine suspects...
Can you believe this shit? Been going on all summer.
Outside the quarantine zone, a new airborne pathogen has killed 27 people.
Authorities uncovered new evidence linking the terrorist organization called V...
...to the St. Mary's viral attack on London 14 years ago.
My friend inside the Finger came up with something.
There were three men.
Covert intel.
Original black-baggers, all under Creedy.
Alan Percy, Robert Keyes, William Rookwood.
The day after the St. Mary's 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?
Shit. He must have had a hidden trip on his file at the Finger.
But how'd he know it was you?
What do we do?
I'm a cop. I have to know.
I came when they opened it. It 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 have 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 judgments 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 a 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...
...and the more aggressive his supporters become.
Eventually, his party launches a special project in the name of national security.
At first it's believed to be a search for biological weapons...
...and it's pursued 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 one 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 is power, how best to use such a weapon?
Well, it's at this point in our story that along comes a spider.
A man seemingly without a conscience...
...for whom the ends always justify the means.
He suggests that their target should not be an enemy of the country...
...but rather, the country itself.
Three targets are chosen to maximize the effect of the attack:
A school, a tube station and a water-treatment plant.
Several hundred die within the first few weeks.
Three Waters has, in fact, been contaminated.
Authorities are attempting to control its deadly spread.
- Sent destruction through 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. Mary's crises...
...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 canonize their victims.
But the end result, the true genius of the plan, was the fear.
Fear became the ultimate tool of this government.
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 do you think I'm still alive?
All right. We'd like to take you into protective custody, Mr. Rookwood.
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 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?
Well, 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 will be to offer them someone else, some other piece of meat.
And who will that be?
You, Mr. Creedy.
A man as smart as you has probably considered this.
A man as smart as you probably has a plan.
That plan is the reason Sutler no longer trusts you.
It's the reason why you're being watched right now...
...why there are eyes and ears in every room of this house...
...and a tap on every phone. - 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'd be you or him.
That's why Sutler's been kept underground for security purposes.
That's why there are several of your men close to Sutler...
...men that 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?
Because it's the only way you're ever going to stop me.
It is not my sword, Mondego, but your past that disarmed you.
May we come up?
You find your own tree.
We got Creepy pinned like a butterfly for weeks.
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. - Found who?
William Rookwood, the one you're looking for.
I saw your report a couple weeks back, thought I'd run it through our John Does.
I hooked him. Perfect dental match.
A floater. Fishermen picked him up. No ID, never solved. Till now, that is.
- William Rookwood is dead? - I'd say so. Twenty years now.
Goddamn 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 have 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.
Three hundred and forty-seven days, gentlemen.
Three hundred and forty-seven failures!
Chancellor, we do not 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 eight boxcars.
- Several hundred thousand, 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. The 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.
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.
Hey, you!
It was like a perfect pattern laid out in front of me...
...and I realized that we were all a 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...
...things 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.
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 had 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 recognize me.
Whatever you did to me worked better than I'd have 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?
A 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 protestor, any instigator or agitator...
...will be made example of!
Chancellor, there is a contingency that has not been addressed.
And what is that, Mr. Dascomb?
- Should the terrorist succeed... - He won't.
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 it will make...
...is that tomorrow morning, instead of a newspaper...
...I will be reading Mr. Creedy's resignation!
You've been busy. They're very scared right now.
I heard Sutler's going to make a public statement tonight.
It's nearly time.
The masks were ingenious.
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. - Viola.
- I don't understand. - What?
How you can be one of the most important things that has 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'm no more that 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.
Never seen anything like it. Tanks, anti-aircraft, infantry.
Makes you wish that no one would show up tonight.
But if they do, what do you think will happen?
What usually happens when people without guns...
...stand up to people with guns.
Pull over here.
We've searched these tunnels for weeks. You think you're gonna find him now?
Inspector.
It's all gone wrong, hasn't it?
The Underground? I thought they closed this all down.
They did.
It took nearly 10 years to clear the tracks and 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's 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 is an insidious one, seeking to divide us...
...and destroy the very foundation of our great nation.
I have 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 want to 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. No.
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 won't cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of death.
You're like me.
The only thing 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 are 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, you have 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 won't you die?!
Why won't 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 perimeter one. Whitehall is secure. Over.
This is General Ackroyd.
Keep communication tight.
I won't have this getting any more bollixed up than it already is.
V!
Oh, God, we have to stop your bleeding.
Please, don't. I'm finished and glad of it.
Don't say that.
I told you, only truth.
For 20 years I sought only this day.
Nothing else existed...
...until I saw you.
Then everything changed.
I fell in love with you, Evey...
...like I no longer believed I could.
V, I don't want you to die.
That's the most beautiful thing...
...you could have ever given me.
V?
V?!
Eyes and ears have detected movement heading to Trafalgar Square.
This is perimeter 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.
- What shall we do? - 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.
Bloody hell, 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 Dantes.
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.