<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615527</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:30:00.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best movies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriousmovie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriousmovie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vieome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824273542406288436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615527.post-114361601876327662</id><published>2006-03-28T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:06:58.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Credit (Insert coin)</title><content type='html'>V FOR VENDETTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Larry and Andy Wachowski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Based on the graphic novel by Alan Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FADE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, we hear a voice, a woman's voice.  Her name&lt;br /&gt;is Evey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          "Remember, remember, the fifth of&lt;br /&gt;          November, the gunpowder treason and&lt;br /&gt;          plot.  I know of now reason why the&lt;br /&gt;          gunpowder treason should ever be&lt;br /&gt;          forgot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice has a strength that is metered by a calmness, a&lt;br /&gt;deep centered peace that we can feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Those were almost the very first&lt;br /&gt;          words he spoke to me and, in a way,&lt;br /&gt;          that is where this story began,&lt;br /&gt;          four hundred years ago, in a cellar&lt;br /&gt;          beneath the Houses of Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, we find a lantern.  Guy Fawkes, a dangerous&lt;br /&gt;man who wears a goatee, is struggling with a wheelbarrow&lt;br /&gt;stacked with barrels of gunpowder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          In 1605, Guy Fawkes attempted to&lt;br /&gt;          blow up the Houses of Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wheelbarrow bumps over the heavy stone mortar of the&lt;br /&gt;cellar floor.  From the dark depths, we hear the sound of&lt;br /&gt;dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          He was caught in the cellars with&lt;br /&gt;          enough gunpowder to level most of&lt;br /&gt;          London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy sees lanterns coming from both sides.  He tries to run as&lt;br /&gt;the dogs reach him first.  He grabs for his sword as dozens&lt;br /&gt;of pole axes pin him against the tunnel's stone wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Sometimes I wonder where we would&lt;br /&gt;          be if he hadn't failed.  I wonder&lt;br /&gt;          if it would have mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dim pre-dawn light, Guy is led to the gallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I suppose the answer is in the&lt;br /&gt;          rhyme.  More than the man, what we&lt;br /&gt;          must remember is the plot itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coarse noose of rope is snugged up to Guy's throat.  He&lt;br /&gt;looks into the crowd until he finds a face, a woman's face,&lt;br /&gt;staring up at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          For in the plot we find more than&lt;br /&gt;          just a man, we find the idea of&lt;br /&gt;          that man, the spirit of that man,&lt;br /&gt;          and that is what we must never&lt;br /&gt;          forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lever is thrown and the woman looks down, a tear falling&lt;br /&gt;down her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          This, then, is the story of that&lt;br /&gt;          idea, of that spirit that began&lt;br /&gt;          with an anarchist's plot four&lt;br /&gt;          hundred years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy's body hangs in silhouette, lifeless against a red&lt;br /&gt;morning sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                FADE OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FADE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SUBURBAN HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young Evey sits on her father's lap, combing her Barbie's&lt;br /&gt;hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I was born near the end of the&lt;br /&gt;          millennium, the year 1997.  My&lt;br /&gt;          father used to say that people were&lt;br /&gt;          so afraid that the world was going&lt;br /&gt;          to end that they were willing it to&lt;br /&gt;          happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father sits beside her mother on the living room couch,&lt;br /&gt;watching the news.  From the look on their faces, the news is&lt;br /&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I don't remember much of the&lt;br /&gt;          century's turn.  I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;          the market crash or the plague or&lt;br /&gt;          any of the Trafalgar riots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The television flickers with images of heavily armed soldiers&lt;br /&gt;fighting in a shelled city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I've read about them since but I&lt;br /&gt;          don't recall how any of them&lt;br /&gt;          impacted my life except for the&lt;br /&gt;          fear.  They would hide it from me,&lt;br /&gt;          like a secret between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Evey sees her father staring at her mother.  They&lt;br /&gt;take hold of each other's hand, clasping them tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          But I could feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a new day.  People are gathered along the street as if&lt;br /&gt;they were waiting for a parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Of the chaos that seemed to swallow&lt;br /&gt;          the beginning of the 21st century,&lt;br /&gt;          there is one thing I do remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey holds her father's hand.  Unable to see what is coming,&lt;br /&gt;she can hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Very clearly, I can remember that&lt;br /&gt;          sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear them, hundreds of marching soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          And I remember those boots, black&lt;br /&gt;          leather that gleamed bright in the&lt;br /&gt;          morning sun.  I had never seen such&lt;br /&gt;          boots.  All moving in perfect&lt;br /&gt;          unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Evey hides in the forest of adults, clinging to her&lt;br /&gt;father's leg, staring as row after row of boots march by with&lt;br /&gt;military precision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of a political rally for the emerging new party&lt;br /&gt;calling itself Norsefire, we find little Evey now on her&lt;br /&gt;father's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dascombe, a young man, paces the podium, inciting the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          The time has come, London, to&lt;br /&gt;          return to a bygone age, an age of&lt;br /&gt;          tradition, an age of values that&lt;br /&gt;          have been disparaged and all but&lt;br /&gt;          forgotten.  What this country needs&lt;br /&gt;          is a leader!  A true leader to&lt;br /&gt;          remind us of that age.  A righteous&lt;br /&gt;          leader with the strength of his&lt;br /&gt;          moral convictions to do what must&lt;br /&gt;          be done.  I give you that man!  I&lt;br /&gt;          give you our leader!  Adam Susan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Susan rises and the crowd cheers.  Evey's father looks&lt;br /&gt;at her mother and again they clasp hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          It must have seemed so easy to&lt;br /&gt;          them.  They offered such a simple&lt;br /&gt;          deal; give up control and we will&lt;br /&gt;          restore order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SUBURBAN HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Evey is asleep in her bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          At first, the arrests were&lt;br /&gt;          political.  Dissidents.  Radicals. &lt;br /&gt;          Liberals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loud crash of splintering wood wakes her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          When my parents were younger, they&lt;br /&gt;          had been activists.  They had&lt;br /&gt;          marched with Labor in the great&lt;br /&gt;          train strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of heavy boots swarms through the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LITTLE EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bedroom door bursts open and a heavily armed soldier&lt;br /&gt;scoops her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is carried through the dark house which is filled with&lt;br /&gt;soldiers.  On the floor of the living room, she sees her&lt;br /&gt;parents being bound with plastic zip-ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;          My daughter!  Don't take my&lt;br /&gt;          daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FATHER&lt;br /&gt;          Evey!  Evey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LITTLE EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Mommy!  Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heavy black hood is pulled over each of her parent's heads&lt;br /&gt;as Evey is carried out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I never saw them again.  Overnight,&lt;br /&gt;          my life, my entire world was&lt;br /&gt;          erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  BATHROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nun with a switch in her crossed arms watches as Evey and&lt;br /&gt;several other little girls scrub the floor of a dormitory&lt;br /&gt;bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          It was done so quickly and&lt;br /&gt;          violently, so completely, that it&lt;br /&gt;          began to seem that it had never&lt;br /&gt;          even existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear rolls down Little Evey's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gay man is dragged violently from his Piccadilly home. &lt;br /&gt;Outside, he sees his lover being forced to the cobblestones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          The homosexuals were next.  What&lt;br /&gt;          God had started with AIDS had to be&lt;br /&gt;          finished by man.  It was God's&lt;br /&gt;          work.  That's what we were told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reaches for him as the clubs rise and fall, vicious and&lt;br /&gt;bloody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          But once they were gone, there was&lt;br /&gt;          someone else.  Someone different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another neighborhood, we see the police arresting&lt;br /&gt;Pakistanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Someone dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a different area, young black men are packed into a caged&lt;br /&gt;van so tightly they are unable to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          There were those who understood&lt;br /&gt;          what was happening, who knew it was&lt;br /&gt;          wrong but who kept silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young detective named Finch looks down as the van pulls&lt;br /&gt;away.  When he looks up, another man in a military uniform&lt;br /&gt;whose name is Almond is watching him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          And in the vacuum of that silence,&lt;br /&gt;          order was imposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch sticks his pipe in his mouth and turns away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we see the marching boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Order that was like those boots,&lt;br /&gt;          order that required rigorous&lt;br /&gt;          discipline.  Order that is exactly&lt;br /&gt;          the same, where each single step&lt;br /&gt;          falls with every step.  The order&lt;br /&gt;          of the many shaped into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move through the columns of marching soldiers to a wall&lt;br /&gt;where a poster has been plastered up.  The poster reads,&lt;br /&gt;"Strength Through Purity, Purity Through Faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Somehow in my heart, I knew it&lt;br /&gt;          wouldn't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sound of the marching fades, a shadow falls over the&lt;br /&gt;sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment, we hear the hiss of spray paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          What they thought they had crushed,&lt;br /&gt;          the spirit they believed trampled&lt;br /&gt;          and ground beneath the marching of&lt;br /&gt;          their boots, rose up, rose as if&lt;br /&gt;          from a four hundred year old grave,&lt;br /&gt;          rose to remind us all that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow sprays a "V" over the poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                FADE OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FADE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close on a loudspeaker.  There is one on every major street&lt;br /&gt;corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FATE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Good evening, London.  It's nine&lt;br /&gt;          o'clock, the fourth of November in&lt;br /&gt;          the year 2019 and this is the voice&lt;br /&gt;          of Fate broadcasting on 275 and 285&lt;br /&gt;          of the medium wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the loudspeaker is a surveillance system labeled,&lt;br /&gt;"For your protection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble eyed lenses iris at the end of stalks that move,&lt;br /&gt;insect-like, racheting and clicking as they watch a little&lt;br /&gt;girl pedal her bicycle.  The little girl glances nervously&lt;br /&gt;over her shoulder up at the mechanical eyes watching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FATE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          People of London, be advised --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  EVEY'S APARTMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a radio on a small makeup table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FATE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          -- that Braxton and Streathon are&lt;br /&gt;          quarantine zones as of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey is now a young woman.  She slips into a dress that is&lt;br /&gt;little more than a nightgown.  She tries to adjust it,&lt;br /&gt;pulling it down at the hem, pulling it up at the thin&lt;br /&gt;shoulder straps, but it is like trying to hide behind a&lt;br /&gt;lamppost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FATE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          It is suggested that these area be&lt;br /&gt;          avoided for reasons of health and&lt;br /&gt;          safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another radio in a room that seems to be of another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FATE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Good news following the&lt;br /&gt;          productivity reports from&lt;br /&gt;          Herefordshire indicating a possible&lt;br /&gt;          end to meat rationing starting mid&lt;br /&gt;          February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man enters the room as he once entered the world.  His body&lt;br /&gt;is lean and strong and though we do not see his face, there&lt;br /&gt;is a strength in his carriage, a power to his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  EVEY'S APARTMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She packs tissue paper into the toes of a pair of high heels&lt;br /&gt;that are too big for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FATE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Police raided seventeen homes in&lt;br /&gt;          the Birmingham area, uncovering&lt;br /&gt;          what is believed to be a major&lt;br /&gt;          terrorist ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move over a dressing bureau, past a wig and over a pair of&lt;br /&gt;black leather gloves, moving until we find the mask; it is&lt;br /&gt;like something from the masquerade ball of another era.  It&lt;br /&gt;has an exaggerated goatee, harlequin cheeks and a smile,&lt;br /&gt;forever fixed, at once be-guiling and be-deviling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FATE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Twenty eight people, eight of them&lt;br /&gt;          women, are currently in detention&lt;br /&gt;          awaiting trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  EVEY'S APARTMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey coats her lips with a lascivious red.  She stares into&lt;br /&gt;the mirror, her makeup like a mask over her own face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FATE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          And that is the face of London&lt;br /&gt;          tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man, now fully dressed in cloak, hat, and mask gazes into&lt;br /&gt;the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FATE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          And this is the voice of Fate&lt;br /&gt;          signing off and bidding you a&lt;br /&gt;          pleasant evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close on Evey's high heels, stumbling and awkward as she&lt;br /&gt;walks down a dark cobblestoned street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close on V's boots walking in the opposite direction so that&lt;br /&gt;it seems they are walking towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I don't know what brought us&lt;br /&gt;          together that night.  I had never&lt;br /&gt;          been to that part of Westminster&lt;br /&gt;          but ever since I've known him, I've&lt;br /&gt;          stopped believing in coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey looks up and sees a man standing mostly in shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Excuse me?  Uh... excuse me,&lt;br /&gt;          Mister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man turns around.  It is not V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Would you like... uh, would you&lt;br /&gt;          like to sleep with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I mean, for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    MAN&lt;br /&gt;          That is the clumsiest bit of&lt;br /&gt;          propositioning I've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    MAN&lt;br /&gt;          Is this your first time, darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, no, I mean for money.  But I&lt;br /&gt;          know what you want and I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She presses her body to his, using her little girl eyes and&lt;br /&gt;her woman's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Anything you want, mister.  Please,&lt;br /&gt;          I need the money.  I know I'm young&lt;br /&gt;          but I promise I know what I'm&lt;br /&gt;          doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    MAN&lt;br /&gt;          No.  You don't know what you're&lt;br /&gt;          doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulls out his wallet and shows her a badge.  The sight of&lt;br /&gt;it knocks the breath out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Christ, you're a Fingerman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINGERMAN 1&lt;br /&gt;          Give the little lady a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINGERMAN 2&lt;br /&gt;          I've got something to give her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey turns and there are more Fingermen behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINGERMAN 1&lt;br /&gt;          Prostitution is a class H offense. &lt;br /&gt;          Know what that means?  It means&lt;br /&gt;          that we get to exercise our own&lt;br /&gt;          judicial discretion --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINGERMAN 2&lt;br /&gt;          And you get to swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fingermen laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god, please.  It's my first&lt;br /&gt;          time.  Please don't hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINGERMAN 1&lt;br /&gt;          Gosh, fellas, look at those big&lt;br /&gt;          innocent eyes.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINGERMAN 3&lt;br /&gt;          Spare the rod, spoil the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingerman 2 laughs hard as he drops his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shoves her face first against a brick wall, lifting her&lt;br /&gt;dress to expose her bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Please, don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINGERMAN 3&lt;br /&gt;          You heard the man, sweetie.  This&lt;br /&gt;          rod's for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, they are no longer alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          "The multiplying villainies of&lt;br /&gt;          nature do swarm upon him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINGERMAN 3&lt;br /&gt;          What the hell --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          "And fortune, on his damned&lt;br /&gt;          quarrel, smiling, showed like a&lt;br /&gt;          rebel's whore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINGERMAN 1&lt;br /&gt;          We're police officers, pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINGERMAN 4&lt;br /&gt;          We're with the Finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINGERMAN 3&lt;br /&gt;          So bugger off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          "Disdaining fortune with his&lt;br /&gt;          brandished steel, which smoked with&lt;br /&gt;          bloody execution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the clenched fist of black leather, we see a flash of&lt;br /&gt;steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINGERMAN 1&lt;br /&gt;          He's got a knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V attacks and at once we know this is no normal human being. &lt;br /&gt;A single blow sends the largest of the Fingermen flying&lt;br /&gt;backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than his strength, it is his speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gun is cocked but before the hammer falls, a knife is&lt;br /&gt;buried in the Fingerman's chest and --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the body falls, the knife is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a handful of seconds and three bodies lay on the&lt;br /&gt;ground.  V turns to the last Fingerman who is struggling to&lt;br /&gt;pull his pants up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINGERMAN 3&lt;br /&gt;          Jesus Christ!  Don't hurt me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V steps forward and he screams, bolting while holding his&lt;br /&gt;pants up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Good evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Who -- Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Me?  I imagine all manner of names&lt;br /&gt;          shall be heaped upon my humble&lt;br /&gt;          visage but, for now, let us simply&lt;br /&gt;          say I am the villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He throws wide his cloak and bows deeply to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          And you would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Evey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hear sirens rushing towards them.  In a blink, he scoops&lt;br /&gt;her up and dashes into the shadows of a narrow alleyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  ROOFTOPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police cars and several ambulances swarm over the area with&lt;br /&gt;the dead Fingermen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V watches them from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Why did you do that?  Why did&lt;br /&gt;          you... help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Why indeed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes out an old antique pocket watch.  It is almost&lt;br /&gt;midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Almost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          For the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, music.  My music.  You see. &lt;br /&gt;          Evey, I am a performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Is that why you're wearing a mask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          We all wear masks.  Life creates&lt;br /&gt;          them and forces us to find the one&lt;br /&gt;          that fits.  Do you know what day it&lt;br /&gt;          is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Uh... November fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks out where, rising above the rooftops, he can see Big&lt;br /&gt;Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          "Remember, remember, the fifth of&lt;br /&gt;          November, the gunpowder treason and&lt;br /&gt;          plot.  I know of no reason why the&lt;br /&gt;          gunpowder treason should ever be&lt;br /&gt;          forgot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second hand sweeps into the final minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Tell me, Evey, what good is an&lt;br /&gt;          actor that plays his part to an&lt;br /&gt;          empty theatre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Nor do I.  That's why you are here. &lt;br /&gt;          I need you, Evey.  I need someone&lt;br /&gt;          to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          To your music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Yes.  Yes, to my music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his sleeve, he pulls a conductor's wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Can you hear it?  It's already&lt;br /&gt;          begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He begins to lightly tap the wand in the air and, very&lt;br /&gt;faintly, we hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I can't hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          At first, you have to listen very&lt;br /&gt;          carefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continues to conduct and we begin to hear the music,&lt;br /&gt;violins and horns that seem almost like a whisper or a wind&lt;br /&gt;that steadily swells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Ahh, yes.  There it is.  Beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;          is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns to the parapet, his gestures growing grander as the&lt;br /&gt;music rises and we recognize Tchaikovsky's 1812 overture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music mounts a climax and V points the wand at Big Ben as&lt;br /&gt;cymbals crash --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Ben explodes with such force the world seems to shake,&lt;br /&gt;while --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V, smiling, always smiling, points again with another&lt;br /&gt;crescendo and --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statue of justice is blown to smithereens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V nods in appreciation while mustering the music towards it's&lt;br /&gt;finale as fireworks begin lighting up the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere across the city, people stand transfixed by the&lt;br /&gt;dazzling shimmer of the fireworks until --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strobing final blitz leaves a single, starry image floating&lt;br /&gt;in the smoke filled sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the letter V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          It's beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From every direction, the city screams with the panicked&lt;br /&gt;sound of sirens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A massive modern building that is the seat of the new&lt;br /&gt;government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long, black car pulls up to the entrance.  Adam Susan gets&lt;br /&gt;out, wearing a long black trenchcoat over his pajamas.  He is&lt;br /&gt;the Leader and he looks older, heavier, and meaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hurries past the heavily armed guards, barely&lt;br /&gt;acknowledging the snap and cock of their Nazi-like salute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader enters his main chambers and we see the Fate&lt;br /&gt;computer system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a cerebral cortex for a vast intelligence network. &lt;br /&gt;Information can almost be felt coursing through its hard&lt;br /&gt;drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader sits, at once regaining a measure of composure. &lt;br /&gt;He takes a deep calming breath and accesses the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozens of monitors fill with images from all across the city,&lt;br /&gt;most of them are of the damage caused by V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Gentlemen, I will hear your reports&lt;br /&gt;          now.  Mr. Heyer, speak for the Eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad Heyer appears on one of the screens.  He is at his&lt;br /&gt;desk inside the command center for the Eye, the governmental&lt;br /&gt;organization responsible for the visual surveillance systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          We have less than two minutes of&lt;br /&gt;          usable footage, Leader.  It took&lt;br /&gt;          the suspect less than a minute to&lt;br /&gt;          dispatch the Finger's vice patrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an insert screen, we see grainy footage of V rescuing Evey&lt;br /&gt;from one of the pole-mounted cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          As you can see, the suspect's&lt;br /&gt;          reflex speed is extraordinary.  As&lt;br /&gt;          is his strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the last body falls, V seems to pause and looks back over&lt;br /&gt;his shoulder straight into the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Freeze it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader stares at the smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          I'm afraid the mask makes retinal&lt;br /&gt;          identification impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Etheridge, report for the Ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny Etheridge appears on another screen.  Behind him, huge&lt;br /&gt;spooling reels of audiotape wind constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ETHERIDGE&lt;br /&gt;          We were able to triangulate the&lt;br /&gt;          origin of the fireworks.  We also&lt;br /&gt;          are currently monitoring a lot of&lt;br /&gt;          phone surveillance indicating a&lt;br /&gt;          high percentage of conversation&lt;br /&gt;          concerned with the explosions.  All&lt;br /&gt;          suspect or significant transcripts&lt;br /&gt;          are being forwarded to Mr. Almond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Very good.  Mr. Finch, speak for&lt;br /&gt;          the Nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch, no longer the same young man, stands at the site of&lt;br /&gt;the fireworks launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Thanks to Etheridge, we found the&lt;br /&gt;          launch for the fireworks.  These&lt;br /&gt;          appear to be individually weighted&lt;br /&gt;          flares and we have found traces of&lt;br /&gt;          the same chemicals at both of the&lt;br /&gt;          detonation sites which leads us to&lt;br /&gt;          conclude that, despite a level of&lt;br /&gt;          sophistication, these devices are&lt;br /&gt;          all home-made with over the counter&lt;br /&gt;          chemicals, making them impossible&lt;br /&gt;          to trace.  Whoever he is, Leader,&lt;br /&gt;          he's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Thank you for that professional&lt;br /&gt;          annotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An intercom opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LIEUTENANT (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Leader, Mr. Almond has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Very good.  Gentlemen, keep me&lt;br /&gt;          informed of any further&lt;br /&gt;          developments.  England prevails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They answer in unison as Almond enters the office.  His face&lt;br /&gt;is harder but he has the same violent gleam in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader turns in his chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Almond, do you know what this&lt;br /&gt;          is behind me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ALMOND&lt;br /&gt;          Uh... the Fate computer system,&lt;br /&gt;          sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          No.  No sir.  It's more than that. &lt;br /&gt;          This, this computer is a symbol,&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Almond.  A symbol of the&lt;br /&gt;          highest attainable goal of mankind. &lt;br /&gt;          Do you know what that goal is, Mr.&lt;br /&gt;          Almond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almond does not.  The Leader leaps from his chair while&lt;br /&gt;pounding the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Control, Mr. Almond!  Control!  The&lt;br /&gt;          world around us is a changing,&lt;br /&gt;          directionless, amoral morass and it&lt;br /&gt;          is up to man and man alone to set&lt;br /&gt;          things right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moves around the desk at Almond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Without control, man is nothing&lt;br /&gt;          more than any other stinking,&lt;br /&gt;          sweating, brute animal.  Control,&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Almond.  The control that we&lt;br /&gt;          have painstakingly built up over&lt;br /&gt;          the last ten years.  Now, do you&lt;br /&gt;          understand what happened last&lt;br /&gt;          night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ALMOND&lt;br /&gt;          We... lost control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, Mr. Almond.  Last night&lt;br /&gt;          someone did the unthinkable. &lt;br /&gt;          Someone hurt us.  It is imperative&lt;br /&gt;          that we act swiftly and precisely. &lt;br /&gt;          I want that man found, Mr. Almond. &lt;br /&gt;          I want his head or, by god, I'll&lt;br /&gt;          have yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey is wearing a blindfold and V leads her by her&lt;br /&gt;fingertips, guiding her almost as if they were dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fingers slip free of her and she reaches out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Wait.  I've lost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          No, you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is behind her and he removes the blindfold, revealing his&lt;br /&gt;house to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a labyrinth of interconnecting underground tunnels and&lt;br /&gt;rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gallery is the main room as it is filled with an amazing&lt;br /&gt;collection of human culture.  There is art that spans from&lt;br /&gt;the renaissance to the painted covers of Eerie comics,&lt;br /&gt;literature that ranges from Shakespeare to Spillane,&lt;br /&gt;philosophy from Plato to Bukowski, and a vast collection of&lt;br /&gt;nonfiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are movie posters everywhere and an entire wall is&lt;br /&gt;lined with videocassettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jukebox stands in front of an enormous vinyl and CD&lt;br /&gt;collection of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          A jukebox?  Where did you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I saved it.  Like everything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She punches a button and Billie Holiday begins to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, it's beautiful.  I've never&lt;br /&gt;          heard anything like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Of course not.  You grew up in&lt;br /&gt;          their world.  Art is created by&lt;br /&gt;          individuals and there are no&lt;br /&gt;          individuals in a world where you&lt;br /&gt;          are told what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          This place is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          You're welcome to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stops suddenly and looks at him.  The offer is terribly&lt;br /&gt;exciting but it is so unlike anything she has ever done that&lt;br /&gt;it's almost impossible to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Stay here... with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Yes.  If you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I... I don't even know your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I don't have a name.  But you can&lt;br /&gt;          call me V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          V?  V... I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she returns his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  JORDAN TOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only operating broadcast tower in London; home of the&lt;br /&gt;Mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  RADIO BROADCAST BOOTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis Prothero leans forward and lets his voice pour like&lt;br /&gt;syrup over the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Good morning, London.  This is the&lt;br /&gt;          voice of Fate -- Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stops and coughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Good morning -- ack.  Good morning&lt;br /&gt;          Lond-- Goddammit!  Where is my&lt;br /&gt;          bloody tea?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the control booth, Roger Dascombe, his hair thinner now,&lt;br /&gt;rubs his temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          Would someone get his lordship his&lt;br /&gt;          bloody tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clicks on the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          Lewis, they want this report on the&lt;br /&gt;          first hour --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          I know.  I know.  Damned&lt;br /&gt;          inconvenient this entire affair. &lt;br /&gt;          Fine.  Let's try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clears his voice and the red "record" light turns on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Good morning, London.  It is 6 am,&lt;br /&gt;          the fifth of November 2019 and this&lt;br /&gt;          is the voice of Fate.  The new day&lt;br /&gt;          brings good news and bright&lt;br /&gt;          prospects from overseas, where&lt;br /&gt;          negotiations with New China are&lt;br /&gt;          moving in a positive direction. &lt;br /&gt;          Last night's scheduled demolition&lt;br /&gt;          of two deteriorating landmarks went&lt;br /&gt;          off without a hitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dascombe is unable to stop himself from smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Spokesman for the Interior ministry&lt;br /&gt;          said both structures were severely&lt;br /&gt;          damaged and judged to be a danger&lt;br /&gt;          to the unsuspecting public.  Plans&lt;br /&gt;          for new landmarks are well&lt;br /&gt;          underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero sits back, shaking his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Do you believe this crap, Dascombe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          It's not our job to believe it,&lt;br /&gt;          Lewis.  Our job is to tell the&lt;br /&gt;          people --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          "Exactly what they tell us."  I&lt;br /&gt;          Know but do you think that people&lt;br /&gt;          will believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          They will if it's you that's&lt;br /&gt;          telling it to them.  Now let's try&lt;br /&gt;          it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is alone, listening to the first morning broadcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          ... plans for new landmarks are&lt;br /&gt;          already well underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clicks off the radio.  Walking down a hall, he stops and&lt;br /&gt;peers into Evey's new bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is fast asleep, looking remarkably at peace.  Quietly, he&lt;br /&gt;shuts the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  TRAIN STATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are hurrying to board a departing train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero is staring out his window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          "Remember, remember, the fifth of&lt;br /&gt;          November..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks to his bodyguards almost as if talking to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Do you suppose that's why he did&lt;br /&gt;          it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    BODYGUARD 1&lt;br /&gt;          Sir, who did what, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Guy Fawkes.  He tried to blow up&lt;br /&gt;          Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guards look at each other, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Don't they teach history in school&lt;br /&gt;          anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    BODYGUARD 1&lt;br /&gt;          Sir, we're both straight military,&lt;br /&gt;          sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    BODYGUARD 2&lt;br /&gt;          Sir, yes, sir.  I was fighting in&lt;br /&gt;          Ireland by the time I was sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, of course.  My mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns back to his window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  RAILROAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train rumbles along, heading for a tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero watches the countryside rolling past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          I love trains.  I remember riding&lt;br /&gt;          the underground with my father. &lt;br /&gt;          Shame they shut them all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodyguard 1 looks out the opposite window just as the train&lt;br /&gt;enters the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    BODYGUARD 1&lt;br /&gt;          What the hell's that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  TRAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a flashing instant, we see V in silhouette, cloak&lt;br /&gt;swirling around him like dark wings as he jumps from the&lt;br /&gt;bridge onto the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero and Bodyguard 2 stare at Bodyguard 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    BODYGUARD 1&lt;br /&gt;          I thought I saw a man jumping onto&lt;br /&gt;          the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    BODYGUARD 2&lt;br /&gt;          The train's doing almost seventy. &lt;br /&gt;          It would break his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    BODYGUARD 1&lt;br /&gt;          You're right, I... It must have&lt;br /&gt;          been rags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  TRAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the tunnel, a dark figure glides across the rooftops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONDUCTOR'S CAB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conductor hears something on the roof.  He peers up just&lt;br /&gt;as V swings down, smashing feet first into the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brakes suddenly lock, throwing Bodyguard 2 into Prothero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Get off of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment later, the lights are cut off and the entire train&lt;br /&gt;is plunged into complete darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    BODYGUARD 2&lt;br /&gt;          What the fuck is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    BODYGUARD 1&lt;br /&gt;          Lock the car doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          I have a lighter... somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    BODYGUARD 2&lt;br /&gt;          I can't find the lock -- wait.  Hey&lt;br /&gt;          wha--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a muffled shriek followed by a sharp snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    BODYGUARD 1&lt;br /&gt;          What's happening --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another sound, like the leather slap of a boxer&lt;br /&gt;pounding a heavy bag, followed by the sound of the heavy bag&lt;br /&gt;collapsing onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          I found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flicks on the lighter and, in the dim light of its flame,&lt;br /&gt;he sees the smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V sits casually, arms folded, across from Prothero.  The&lt;br /&gt;bodyguards lay dead on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Who are you?  What do you want? &lt;br /&gt;          Money?  Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V just smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Wait, wait.  You're, you're the one&lt;br /&gt;          that blew the Bailey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V nods and Prothero's eyes go wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          You're making a mistake.  I'm&lt;br /&gt;          nobody --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the floor, he sees the bodyguard's gun.  He kills the&lt;br /&gt;lighter and dives for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, we hear the struggle.  It ends quickly. &lt;br /&gt;When the lighter flicks back on, V is holding it and the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god, what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I've come to offer you a choice. &lt;br /&gt;          Commander Prothero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          What -- What did you call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Commander Prothero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero's heart begins to pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          That was your title at Larkhill. &lt;br /&gt;          You remember Larkhill, don't you,&lt;br /&gt;          Commander?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  LARKHILL RESETTLEMENT CAMP - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign reads, "Larkhill Resettlement Camp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Where they sent the undesirables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caged truck packed with minorities rolls into the gates&lt;br /&gt;which are topped with spools of razor wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero is sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          I don't know what you're talking&lt;br /&gt;          about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Maybe I can help your memory. &lt;br /&gt;          Let's see.  Larkhill opened in the&lt;br /&gt;          summer of 2009.  You were appointed&lt;br /&gt;          it commander.  You wore a uniform&lt;br /&gt;          in those days.  You looked very&lt;br /&gt;          good in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LARKHILL - PROTHERO'S OFFICE - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero admires his uniform in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          You were a man of many&lt;br /&gt;          responsibilities.  You made sure&lt;br /&gt;          Larkhill made all its quotas,&lt;br /&gt;          especially the oven quotas even&lt;br /&gt;          though they required an excessive&lt;br /&gt;          amount of maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  LARKHILL OVENS - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see a detail of black and Indian men, shoveling mounds of&lt;br /&gt;black ash from a series of furnace like ovens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the shovels lift, we see blackened bones and burnt skulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  LARKHILL MAIN YARD - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero saunters through the lines of camp prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          But there was one task you took to&lt;br /&gt;          with exceptional relish.  Remember&lt;br /&gt;          the medical block, Commander?  I&lt;br /&gt;          believe you called it the funny&lt;br /&gt;          farm.  You were the one that&lt;br /&gt;          selected the prisoners.  You hand&lt;br /&gt;          picked each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero steps in front of a woman who remains beautiful&lt;br /&gt;despite the suffering she has endured.  Prothero smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guards grab her, we become aware of a man that is&lt;br /&gt;staring at Prothero.  He is one of the prisoners but we do&lt;br /&gt;not see his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero notices the man.  He doesn't like the way the man is&lt;br /&gt;staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero is terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          You!  You're him, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Oh my god!  What are you going to&lt;br /&gt;          do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          You gave us a choice, remember,&lt;br /&gt;          Commander?  You said we could&lt;br /&gt;          cooperate with the doctors or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V cocks the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Hold out your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trembling, Prothero sticks out his hand.  V lets the light&lt;br /&gt;die for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he flicks it back on, Prothero is holding a long, metal&lt;br /&gt;syringe filled with a murky liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Oh no, no!  Please I was just doing&lt;br /&gt;          what I was told!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Of course you were.  Now I'm&lt;br /&gt;          telling you to make a choice. &lt;br /&gt;          Either you stick that syringe into&lt;br /&gt;          your neck or --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He presses the gun barrel to Prothero's forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I can kill you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero begins to blubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Crying doesn't help, Commander.  I&lt;br /&gt;          remember there was a woman who had&lt;br /&gt;          been screaming for two days.  You&lt;br /&gt;          winked at the doctor and laughed,&lt;br /&gt;          "All in the name of science."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Please, don't make me do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          It's a difficult choice, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;          Certain death versus something that&lt;br /&gt;          might be... worse.  But you never&lt;br /&gt;          know.  There is still a chance. &lt;br /&gt;          You could survive.  Look at me. &lt;br /&gt;          Now, time's up, Commander.  Choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger galvanizes his fear and steadily Prothero lifts the&lt;br /&gt;needle towards his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          I'll see you in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jams the needle in and sinks the plunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Yes.  I'm quite sure you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train workers with flashlights hurry through the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TRAIN MAN&lt;br /&gt;          This door's locked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slams a shoulder against it and the door gives in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TRAIN MAN&lt;br /&gt;          Holy Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashlights sweep over the dead bodyguards.  The train man&lt;br /&gt;hears a strange gurgling rasp and he turns, finding Prothero&lt;br /&gt;in his light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TRAIN MAN&lt;br /&gt;          What happened here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero is foaming at the mouth while a thick mucus bubbles&lt;br /&gt;from his nose.  His breath comes in tiny rasps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TRAIN MAN&lt;br /&gt;          Good lord!  I need a medic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prothero becomes more animate, trying to tell the man&lt;br /&gt;something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Fi... Fi... Fi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TRAIN MAN 2&lt;br /&gt;          He's trying to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TRAIN MAN 1&lt;br /&gt;          Five?  Where's the goddamn medic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Room five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, his body convulses and blood pours out his ears. &lt;br /&gt;His body slumps over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TRAIN MAN 2&lt;br /&gt;          I think he needs a priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  TRAIN STATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The station is swarming with police.  A stretcher wheels a&lt;br /&gt;body in a black plastic bag out from Prothero's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch puffs on his pipe, staring at something spray painted&lt;br /&gt;on the wall of the train car: a "V" with a circle around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          What do you make of this, Mr.&lt;br /&gt;          Finch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic, Finch's younger assistant, is holding a flower in&lt;br /&gt;his rubber gloved hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Hmm.  It's a rose.  A violet&lt;br /&gt;          carson, I believe.  Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          I didn't think they still existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    SOLDIER&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Finch!  Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch turns as a soldier with a radio steps into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    SOLDIER&lt;br /&gt;          Sir, they want you at headquarters,&lt;br /&gt;          sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    SOLDIER&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, sir.  I'm to transport you&lt;br /&gt;          immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Send the rose to the lab.  Also,&lt;br /&gt;          scrape a sample of this paint and&lt;br /&gt;          have it analyzed as well.  I'll be&lt;br /&gt;          back as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opens and Finch steps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Ah, Mr. Finch.  I sent for you&lt;br /&gt;          because what I have to say cannot&lt;br /&gt;          be said over a phone or a radio. &lt;br /&gt;          What I have to say cannot leave&lt;br /&gt;          these four walls.  Do I make myself&lt;br /&gt;          clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          I believe in a few things, Mr.&lt;br /&gt;          Finch.  I believe in god.  I&lt;br /&gt;          believe in the destiny of the&lt;br /&gt;          Nordic race.  And I believe in&lt;br /&gt;          fascism.  The romans invented&lt;br /&gt;          fascism.  They had a symbol for it;&lt;br /&gt;          a bundle of twigs bound together. &lt;br /&gt;          One twig could be broken but a&lt;br /&gt;          bundle would prevail.  That is the&lt;br /&gt;          heart and soul of fascism. &lt;br /&gt;          Strength in unity.  I tell you&lt;br /&gt;          these things knowing full well that&lt;br /&gt;          they make you uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Well, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          You have in fact expressed your&lt;br /&gt;          discomfort in several arrest&lt;br /&gt;          reports, arrests that were, in your&lt;br /&gt;          opinion, "unnecessary."  The fact&lt;br /&gt;          that you are here, that you are not&lt;br /&gt;          rotting in a prison cell, is a mark&lt;br /&gt;          of my respect and admiration for&lt;br /&gt;          you, for your craft, and for what&lt;br /&gt;          you have done for this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch looks at the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          It is also because I know you,&lt;br /&gt;          Finch.  I know what you are. &lt;br /&gt;          You're a man like me.  A man who&lt;br /&gt;          understands when they are given a&lt;br /&gt;          job what must be done.  I&lt;br /&gt;          understand you, Finch, and that is&lt;br /&gt;          why I can trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moves in close to Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          This terrorist knows us, Finch. &lt;br /&gt;          These attacks are perfectly&lt;br /&gt;          calculated and they are divisive. &lt;br /&gt;          He knows what he's doing, Finch. &lt;br /&gt;          He knows us all too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          You think he's an insider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          What I think is that this man must&lt;br /&gt;          be stopped.  Stopped at all costs&lt;br /&gt;          and no one, I repeat, no one is to&lt;br /&gt;          be placed above suspicion.  Do I&lt;br /&gt;          make myself clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          England prevails, Mr. Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          England prevails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey, alone in the Shadow Gallery, stares up at the&lt;br /&gt;inscription above the crooked staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          V, v, v, v, v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I hear your summons, my lady.  And&lt;br /&gt;          obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumps, V suddenly appearing behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, V, you scared me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns back to the carving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I was reading the inscription. &lt;br /&gt;          What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          A Latin quotation.  A motto.  "Vi&lt;br /&gt;          veri veniversum vivus vici."  "By&lt;br /&gt;          the power of truth, I, while&lt;br /&gt;          living, have conquered the&lt;br /&gt;          universe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, I suppose you have.  This&lt;br /&gt;          place is the only universe I have&lt;br /&gt;          right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Does that bother you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I don't know.  I'm so grateful to&lt;br /&gt;          you -- I just feel I should help&lt;br /&gt;          you, you know, the way you're&lt;br /&gt;          helping me.  I mean, that's the&lt;br /&gt;          deal, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V drifts over to the big old Wurlitzer, fingers scanning the&lt;br /&gt;song list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          No deals, Evey.  Not unless you&lt;br /&gt;          want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks up at the inscription as an old blues song begins&lt;br /&gt;to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I think I do.  Part of me wants to&lt;br /&gt;          stay here forever and never have to&lt;br /&gt;          face what's going on outside.  But&lt;br /&gt;          that's not right.  Is it?  That's&lt;br /&gt;          not taking responsibility.  Not&lt;br /&gt;          conquering my universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I want to help you, V.  I want to&lt;br /&gt;          do something.  Can we make a deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Yes.  I think we can make a deal if&lt;br /&gt;          you like.  I think I know a way you&lt;br /&gt;          could help me very soon indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey smiles nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Good.  That's that, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blues song curls in the air around them like a heavy&lt;br /&gt;incense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          V, you said that Latin thing was a&lt;br /&gt;          quote.  Who said it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Nobody you'd have heard of.  A&lt;br /&gt;          German gentleman named Dr. John&lt;br /&gt;          Faust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spins her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          He made a deal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church doors have opened with the flow of parishioners as&lt;br /&gt;the final mass of the day has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tide slowly pours out onto the sidewalk, separating&lt;br /&gt;around the clumps of people that conglomerate to network and&lt;br /&gt;gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church bells toll in the orange dusk above them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Heyer, a woman whose spite and guile are hidden behind&lt;br /&gt;her looks and clothes she drapes them with, charges into the&lt;br /&gt;gossipers, her trophy husband in tow, a timid looking man&lt;br /&gt;that we recognize as Conrad Heyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Hello, Rosemary.  Derek, how --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen's head snaps over at the mention of the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Derek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushes past Conrad, giving Derek Almond an exuberant kiss&lt;br /&gt;on both cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Darling, how are you?  Hello,&lt;br /&gt;          Rosemary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always behind her husband, Rosemary Almond smiles nervously&lt;br /&gt;as she straightens her drab church dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;          Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          It's so good to see you.  Since&lt;br /&gt;          this bloody terrorist business, the&lt;br /&gt;          old man has me literally chained to&lt;br /&gt;          the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen pouts at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, you poor dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek taps the bottom of his cigarette box, drawing one with&lt;br /&gt;his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          It comes with the job.  How are&lt;br /&gt;          things in the Eye, Conrad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Well, we've been working some bugs&lt;br /&gt;          out of the new Mark IX fiber optic&lt;br /&gt;          network, actually --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, Conrad, don't be such a bloody&lt;br /&gt;          bore.  Do tell us about the&lt;br /&gt;          terrorist, Derek.  Is it true he&lt;br /&gt;          blew up Big Ben and the old Bailey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          I'm afraid so.  We're dealing with&lt;br /&gt;          a pathological psychotic in the&lt;br /&gt;          most extreme case.  We'll catch him&lt;br /&gt;          though.  I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen rubs her white sable against her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, it sounds dreadfully exciting. &lt;br /&gt;          Aren't you glad you've got such a&lt;br /&gt;          ruthless, implacable brute for a&lt;br /&gt;          husband, Rosemary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, well --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Believe me, you're lucky.  You&lt;br /&gt;          could be struck with a professional&lt;br /&gt;          peeping tom like Conrad.  England's&lt;br /&gt;          highest paid voyeur, aren't you&lt;br /&gt;          darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Helen, I think we'd better --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh yes, of course.  We have to get&lt;br /&gt;          back so the little pervert can&lt;br /&gt;          watch what the neighbors do after&lt;br /&gt;          Sunday lunch.  He's so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek laughs as they climb into their car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Goodbye, Helen.  Conrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary waves as it pulls off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;          She's a bit hard on him, isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek sneers at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Until you're half the woman of&lt;br /&gt;          Helen's sophistication, I'd keep&lt;br /&gt;          your little mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He throws the cigarette at her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Really, just look at the way you&lt;br /&gt;          dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From above, a hand sweeps aside the red plush curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          Ah, there they go.  My happy and&lt;br /&gt;          contented flock.  Spiritually&lt;br /&gt;          refreshed and ready to face the&lt;br /&gt;          world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Anthony Lilliman is a slender man of pious elegance&lt;br /&gt;with a warm, beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns from the window to his valet, Dennis, as Derek and&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary get in their car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          Did you enjoy the sermon today,&lt;br /&gt;          Dennis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DENNIS&lt;br /&gt;          Very inspiring, your grace.  Though&lt;br /&gt;          the segue of the forces of Satan&lt;br /&gt;          among us did strike me as a bit of&lt;br /&gt;          a curious digression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He whisks a lint brush over the Bishop's robes before putting&lt;br /&gt;them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          Hmm, yes.  A trifle purple, I&lt;br /&gt;          thought.  Still, Fate wanted it&lt;br /&gt;          included and who are we to question&lt;br /&gt;          the will of the almighty, miserable&lt;br /&gt;          sinners that we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentle smile spreads across his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          And speaking of sin, I wonder which&lt;br /&gt;          of the seven deadlies the good lord&lt;br /&gt;          will see fit to tempt me with&lt;br /&gt;          today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis finishes with the Bishop's robes and sweeps the closet&lt;br /&gt;door shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DENNIS&lt;br /&gt;          Perhaps pride, your grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilliman chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          I was thinking of something a&lt;br /&gt;          little less ethereal.  Has the&lt;br /&gt;          young lady arrived?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DENNIS&lt;br /&gt;          The agency informed me she'll be&lt;br /&gt;          here directly.  However, there was&lt;br /&gt;          a mixup.  It's not one of the usual&lt;br /&gt;          girls.  She's a little older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh dear.  Oh dear.  Not too old, I&lt;br /&gt;          trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DENNIS&lt;br /&gt;          They promise me she's no more than&lt;br /&gt;          fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          Fifteen, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop rubs his cheek, ponderously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          Ah well, if Job could bear his&lt;br /&gt;          disappointments, I suppose I must&lt;br /&gt;          have the good grace to bear mine. &lt;br /&gt;          Show her in when she arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DENNIS&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, your grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of headlights melt through the heavy night's fog as a&lt;br /&gt;taxicab pulls into the circle drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  BISHOP'S QUARTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis peers into the Bishop's living quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DENNIS&lt;br /&gt;          The young lady, your grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing next to Dennis is Evey, wearing a frilly pink summer&lt;br /&gt;dress, pigtails and bows and white ruffled socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          And to think I doubted your&lt;br /&gt;          loveliness for even an instant. &lt;br /&gt;          Mea culpa, my child, mea culpa. &lt;br /&gt;          You are a vision.  An angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey smiles awkwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Uh... thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shadow begins moving across the manicured grounds borne on&lt;br /&gt;the thick mist like a dark phantom.  V glides toward the&lt;br /&gt;rectory, cloak undulating against the dark, wet wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  BISHOP'S BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is extravagantly furnished, somewhere between posh and&lt;br /&gt;pimp.  The Bishop is sitting very close to Evey on his plush&lt;br /&gt;water bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          Of course, "hate the sin, love the&lt;br /&gt;          sinner."  I always say.  Take your&lt;br /&gt;          dress off, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey stammers, backing up along the bedside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Listen -- I was kind of hoping --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paws at her, groping hands pushing the front of her dress&lt;br /&gt;down as she backs up against the nightstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          No --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  MAIN GATE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guards look out into the night, fear suddenly gripping&lt;br /&gt;their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V emerges demonically through the parting veils of fog, the&lt;br /&gt;white smiling mask bobbing eerily up and down as he rushes&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cigarette drops from the first guard's mouth, red embers&lt;br /&gt;exploding when it hits the wet cement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close as the two guards claw for their arms and the white hot&lt;br /&gt;flash of V's knives --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That slice like talons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two men crumple to the ground, clutching their gaping,&lt;br /&gt;gurgling wounds.  A whisper.  V sprints into the courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  BISHOP'S BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey grabs a metal table lamp and swings it down on the&lt;br /&gt;Bishop's head.  There is a shuddering clank and he collapses&lt;br /&gt;to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          You -- You filthy whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His blood speckles the white bearskin throw rug as the Bishop&lt;br /&gt;slowly rises after the retreating Evey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          I'll kill you, you fucking sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He charges after her but freezes dead in his tracks as V&lt;br /&gt;swings around the corner in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          What's this?  Who --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Please allow me to introduce&lt;br /&gt;          myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V bows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I'm a man of wealth and taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LILLIMAN&lt;br /&gt;          Dennis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, the point of one of V's knives is against the&lt;br /&gt;Bishop's throat.  V presses a finger to his frozen smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Shh.  It isn't polite to disturb&lt;br /&gt;          the dead on their journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey watches from around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          A courtesy I'll most respectfully&lt;br /&gt;          extend to his grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          V?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilliman swallows audibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          V, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Vi veri veniversum vivus vici,&lt;br /&gt;          Evey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey looks down at the knives on his belt, dripping blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She begins backing to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          You can't kill him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Death has followed his grace the&lt;br /&gt;          whole of his career.  Is it any&lt;br /&gt;          coincidence it has finally followed&lt;br /&gt;          him here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god, V.  I can't -- I can't --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V turns back to Lilliman as Evey runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Let us pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey sprints past the dead guards at the man gate and into&lt;br /&gt;the fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  THE EAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cramped control room that looks like something between a&lt;br /&gt;radio and television switching room, though it does not&lt;br /&gt;broadcast.  It receives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two operators sit at the main substation as the sounds of&lt;br /&gt;lovemaking come over the speakers.  The moans are stifled and&lt;br /&gt;low, however, as if they were afraid someone was listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    OPERATOR 1&lt;br /&gt;          Bloody hell.  Doesn't anybody fuck&lt;br /&gt;          with feeling anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator 2 does not look at him, scrolling through an&lt;br /&gt;intricate city map on his computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    OPERATOR 2&lt;br /&gt;          Hey, it's Sunday.  Children's hour&lt;br /&gt;          over at the Abbey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    OPERATOR 1&lt;br /&gt;          Let's see what that filthy old&lt;br /&gt;          pervert is up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator 1 punches in some coordinates and the sound over the&lt;br /&gt;speakers changes to a garbled fart of noise.  Two voices&lt;br /&gt;drown beneath a cacophony of classical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    OPERATOR 1&lt;br /&gt;          What the --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries to dial out the background and suddenly the voices&lt;br /&gt;rise clearly above the din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VOICE 1&lt;br /&gt;          ... And I saw a black shape against&lt;br /&gt;          the flames.  Oh god.  It's you. &lt;br /&gt;          The man from room five.  You've&lt;br /&gt;          come --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VOICE 2&lt;br /&gt;          To collect what's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VOICE 1&lt;br /&gt;          I beg you!  I don't want to die! &lt;br /&gt;          Please have mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two men look at each other, Operator 1 lunging for a red&lt;br /&gt;phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    OPERATOR 1&lt;br /&gt;          Get me the Finger.  This is an&lt;br /&gt;          emergency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  BISHOP'S QUARTERS - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close on a stain of white vomit and blood on the thick pile&lt;br /&gt;of a Persian rug.  It is encircled in police chalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull back to reveal the chalk outline where the body of&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Lilliman was found.  The circled bloodstain floats&lt;br /&gt;above the head like the last word balloon of a crude comic&lt;br /&gt;strip character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop's quarters is slowly being picked over by a&lt;br /&gt;forensic team from the Nose.  A photographer's flash bursts&lt;br /&gt;against a painted "V" on the wall near the body outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the window, Finch chews on his pipe, staring at a plastic&lt;br /&gt;evidence bag that contains a single violet carson rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          No prints yet, sir.  Just like&lt;br /&gt;          Prothero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          I want those tapes from the Ear in&lt;br /&gt;          my office tonight, Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, sir.  They're on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch turns to a muscular man named Creedy, second in command&lt;br /&gt;at the Finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Any word from your superior, Mr.&lt;br /&gt;          Creedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Almond doesn't seem to be&lt;br /&gt;          answering his page, sir.  I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;          he's in the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONRAD HEYER'S BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunting like an animal, Derek's face is frozen, locked in&lt;br /&gt;the rigor of a violent orgasm.  After a moment, he collapses&lt;br /&gt;beside Helen onto the sweat soaked sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          There you go, baby.  Now my baby&lt;br /&gt;          boy can think so much clearer. &lt;br /&gt;          Can't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabs her cigarette case and her lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          You have been thinking, haven't&lt;br /&gt;          you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She straddles his chest then lights two cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          I know you have.  Ever since this&lt;br /&gt;          terrorist appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles as she puts one of the cigarettes in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh jesus, that smile.  That smile&lt;br /&gt;          turns me on like nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She whispers in his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Tell me.  Tell me what's going on&lt;br /&gt;          in that ruthless sadistic brain of&lt;br /&gt;          yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Everyone is so worried about the&lt;br /&gt;          terrorist.  Especially Susan.  You&lt;br /&gt;          know why?  Because nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;          what he's going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He exhales through his grinding teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          If I were him, I know what I'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          I'd blow that fat bastard to&lt;br /&gt;          kingdom come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen bolts up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          No.  You're kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles, blowing more smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          There's an old train line under the&lt;br /&gt;          New Government Building.  It&lt;br /&gt;          collapsed when they poured the&lt;br /&gt;          foundation.  You could haul in&lt;br /&gt;          enough TNT to launch our Leader's&lt;br /&gt;          ass all the way to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen's eyes gleam as he laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          You're serious, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eyes her sucking on the cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          You need to be careful, Helen. &lt;br /&gt;          Your mouth is going to get you into&lt;br /&gt;          trouble one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Is that the same trouble you love&lt;br /&gt;          putting in my mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          You never know who might be&lt;br /&gt;          listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          I know, Derek.  You love your&lt;br /&gt;          country and you love your party,&lt;br /&gt;          just like you love your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glares at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Derek.  I'm sorry.  I know I can be&lt;br /&gt;          a bitch.  But that's why you're&lt;br /&gt;          here, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles again and she presses her body to his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          This is it, isn't it, Derek?  What&lt;br /&gt;          we've been waiting for.  At last,&lt;br /&gt;          you'll be rid of Susan.  I'll be&lt;br /&gt;          rid of Conrad.  And we'll be free. &lt;br /&gt;          Free, won't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes close as he grinds his hips into hers and we rise,&lt;br /&gt;drifting up to the ceiling light fixture --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we see a tiny hidden microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE - THE NOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch sits at his desk, staring into the silence of his&lt;br /&gt;notepad.  He has doodled a little "V" with a circle around&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks up as Dominic enters, holding up a portable cassette&lt;br /&gt;player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Sorry it took so long.  The boys&lt;br /&gt;          had a devil of a time trying to&lt;br /&gt;          filter out the background noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Background noise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          The perpetrator apparently turned&lt;br /&gt;          on the Bishop's stereo. &lt;br /&gt;          Subsequently, a great deal of the&lt;br /&gt;          tape is useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hands the player to Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          What music did he play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Beethoven.  The fifth, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Da, da, da, dum.  That's code. &lt;br /&gt;          Morse code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          For the letter "V".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch punches "play".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the small speaker, we sear Evey protesting to V, then&lt;br /&gt;run.  He stops it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Anything on the girl yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          No.  The agency said somebody&lt;br /&gt;          claiming to be Lilliman's valet&lt;br /&gt;          canceled his Sunday appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch starts it again and this time the tape is very fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          23rd Psalm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recognize some of the words though muted and crackly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TAPE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Though I walk through the valley of&lt;br /&gt;          the shadow of death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          It goes on like that for a while. &lt;br /&gt;          Fairly incoherent except we could&lt;br /&gt;          make out a few words in this part. &lt;br /&gt;          Transubstantiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch nods, understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          That miracle business when the&lt;br /&gt;          wafer transform into the body of&lt;br /&gt;          Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          He made him eat a host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, listen to this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tape becomes somewhat clearer as the music rests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TAPE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          ... And at the moment this enters&lt;br /&gt;          your mouth it becomes the flesh of&lt;br /&gt;          the savior?  Yes... please... And&lt;br /&gt;          whatever it is made of now it will&lt;br /&gt;          become the body of Christ?  Yes...&lt;br /&gt;          yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They eye each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TAPE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I want you to swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          There's a couple of funny human&lt;br /&gt;          noises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          And then just Beethoven's fifth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shuts off the tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          We have got the initial path report&lt;br /&gt;          back.  The host was full of&lt;br /&gt;          cyanide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch picks up the bag with the violet carson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          And do you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rises, sliding into his jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          When it reached his abdomen, it was&lt;br /&gt;          still cyanide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  MORGUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close on the heavy stitching of a "Y" incision sewn into the&lt;br /&gt;chest of a corpse.  It is one of the Bishop's guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          Do you have a motive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch is standing next to the cadaver gurney with the&lt;br /&gt;coroner, Delia Surridge.  She is a serious woman, hair wound&lt;br /&gt;tight behind her head in a severe bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          I mean, was anything taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fills the dead man's head with cotton and replaces the&lt;br /&gt;top of his skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Just lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling at the man's scalp, she stretches it over the&lt;br /&gt;replaced skull piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          I know it's too early for your&lt;br /&gt;          profile but do you have any initial&lt;br /&gt;          impressions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She points at a jagged puncture wound at the base of the&lt;br /&gt;man's sternum with a ball point pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          He's incredibly powerful.  This&lt;br /&gt;          man's sternum was split like dry&lt;br /&gt;          wood from the base all the way up&lt;br /&gt;          to the manubrium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch peers into the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          And he's resourceful.  On that&lt;br /&gt;          table behind you is a breakdown of&lt;br /&gt;          all the chemicals found in&lt;br /&gt;          Prothero's blood stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch hefts the pile of computer paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          There were hundreds of different&lt;br /&gt;          chemicals in him.  From&lt;br /&gt;          trinitrotoluene to estrogen to&lt;br /&gt;          motor oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flips through the document, biting into the wooden end of&lt;br /&gt;his pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Perhaps Fate will make something&lt;br /&gt;          more of all this.  I certainly&lt;br /&gt;          can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          The Leader finally authorized an&lt;br /&gt;          uplink for you?  He must be getting&lt;br /&gt;          nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Quite.  Government directed&lt;br /&gt;          terrorism never sews healthy ideas&lt;br /&gt;          into the public.  Oh, that reminds&lt;br /&gt;          me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch pulls the evidence bag from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Can you tell us anything about&lt;br /&gt;          this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia's eyes lock onto the violet carson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          We found one in the carriage with&lt;br /&gt;          Prothero and this one in the&lt;br /&gt;          Bishop's quarters.  A violet&lt;br /&gt;          carson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hands it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          I heard that strain had died off. &lt;br /&gt;          Thought a botanist might shed some&lt;br /&gt;          light on it.  Delia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia, riveted to the rose, suddenly looks up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          Yes -- Yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Magic.  I'll drop by tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns, leaving her with the rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V relaxes with a book in an overstuffed reading chair, a&lt;br /&gt;violet carson rose resting on a table next to him.  He begins&lt;br /&gt;to read a passage aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          "There is more behind and inside of&lt;br /&gt;          V than any of us had suspected. &lt;br /&gt;          Not who, but what: what is she?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He places the book down.  Thomas Pynchon's "V".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V rises, lifting the rose and moving into the darkness of the&lt;br /&gt;Shadow Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  EMPTY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small figure moves down the dark wet street, the&lt;br /&gt;cobblestones glistening like black scales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huddled figure arcs across the street in the shadows,&lt;br /&gt;avoiding the pools of streetlight.  It is Evey, a frightened&lt;br /&gt;look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  KITTY KAT KELLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman in combat boots, fishnets, and a tight fitting&lt;br /&gt;soldier's uniform is in the middle of a cheeky number on&lt;br /&gt;stage in this smoky burlesque bar.  It is a popular place&lt;br /&gt;with locals and Fingermen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Creedy squeezes through the crowd, angling for the back&lt;br /&gt;of the bar where a number of loud Fingermen are drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          What's all this, then, Harper?  I&lt;br /&gt;          get a radio that a man's down and&lt;br /&gt;          in need of assistance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HARPER&lt;br /&gt;          I ain't gone down yet but I sure do&lt;br /&gt;          need some assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creedy leans in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Are you flat broke already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They break up in laughter, led by Creedy who sits next to&lt;br /&gt;Harper, pouring himself a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LOUT&lt;br /&gt;          How'd you sneak away, Creedy? &lt;br /&gt;          Almond off buggering that blonde&lt;br /&gt;          chippy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HARPER&lt;br /&gt;          The one with the tits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all begin to hoot and whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          What I wouldn't give for a piece of&lt;br /&gt;          that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LOUT&lt;br /&gt;          She could serve a tray of drinks on&lt;br /&gt;          those thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HARPER&lt;br /&gt;          I bet you get your chance with her&lt;br /&gt;          sooner than later, Creedy, with the&lt;br /&gt;          way Almond's crackin' up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LOUT&lt;br /&gt;          Bloody bugger's losing his marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HARPER&lt;br /&gt;          Terrorist or no, if that bastard&lt;br /&gt;          gives me another double shift, I'll&lt;br /&gt;          stomp his fucking head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creedy raises his drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Aye.  This nonsense has put a&lt;br /&gt;          serious strain on my drinking.  I&lt;br /&gt;          think I was actually sober today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LOUT&lt;br /&gt;          I'll drink to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HARPER&lt;br /&gt;          We need to get a real man of the&lt;br /&gt;          people in that director's position. &lt;br /&gt;          Like Creedy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone cheers in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Well, it's good to know when the&lt;br /&gt;          shit hits the fan who your real&lt;br /&gt;          friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They salute and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  ALMOND HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek Almond sits hunched under a desk lamp, pumping the&lt;br /&gt;cylinders of his revolver with a wire brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary shuffles up to him, her frumpy gown gathered around&lt;br /&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;          Derek --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blows down one of the cylinders, not looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          I don't want to hear it, Rosemary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;          Derek, please!  We can't carry on&lt;br /&gt;          like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek stares at the gun, rage building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;          You don't talk to me.  You don't&lt;br /&gt;          eat with me.  You don't have sex --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek leaps up, slugging her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary clatters to the ground in tears.  Derek glowering&lt;br /&gt;over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          I don't have to take any crap from&lt;br /&gt;          you!  I have that fat bastard&lt;br /&gt;          riding me all day.  I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;          listen to you, so shut your fat&lt;br /&gt;          gob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leans into her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          And me not wanting to fuck you is&lt;br /&gt;          obvious.  Take a look at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits back in front of the gun, wiping it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Get out of my sight.  I'm cleaning&lt;br /&gt;          my gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Surridge sits somberly in the dark, street light&lt;br /&gt;filtering in from the open curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes fixed on the violet carson as she slowly turns it&lt;br /&gt;over in her hands, fingers tracing the soft petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment, she stands, letting it fall from her lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE - THE NOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch turns as Dominic bursts in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          I got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          A connection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic waves a printout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Larkhill Resettlement Camp. &lt;br /&gt;          Prothero's and Lilliman's&lt;br /&gt;          employment records show they both&lt;br /&gt;          help positions there at similar&lt;br /&gt;          times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          What about codename V?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Most of Larkhill's records were&lt;br /&gt;          destroyed for security reasons but&lt;br /&gt;          I did uncover an old standard&lt;br /&gt;          procedures and operations manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          In special case studies, medical&lt;br /&gt;          research groups used roman numerals&lt;br /&gt;          to identify test inmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Five is the letter V.  Brilliant,&lt;br /&gt;          Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch slides in front of his computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          All we need is Larkhill's&lt;br /&gt;          employment records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The covers pulled protectively up around her, Delia rests in&lt;br /&gt;a light, uneasy sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, an eye pops open as she awakens, catching a&lt;br /&gt;familiar scent.  She slowly sits up and inhales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          Roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closes her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          It's you, isn't it?  You've come to&lt;br /&gt;          kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the shadows, V answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears begin to streak her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          Oh thank god.  Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE - THE NOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic hangs over Finch's shoulder as Larkhill's employment&lt;br /&gt;record comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch's mouth falls open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Row after row of names scroll by at the end of each bio are&lt;br /&gt;the words: deceased, file closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Oh bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The data banks unfurl like a mass grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          He's killed them all?  It's not&lt;br /&gt;          possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch stops, staring at the one name whose file is not&lt;br /&gt;closed --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Delia Surridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V floats on the edge of the room's shadows, a dark angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Are you afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          No, no.  I thought I would be, but&lt;br /&gt;          I'm not.  I'm --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the hovering, smiling mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          Relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts to cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god, all these years.  All this&lt;br /&gt;          waiting.  And somehow I always knew&lt;br /&gt;          you'd come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia thinks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          When I saw you that night -- the&lt;br /&gt;          night you escaped, you were&lt;br /&gt;          standing against the flames and you&lt;br /&gt;          looked straight at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mask almost nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          I knew then that one day you'd come&lt;br /&gt;          looking for me, that you'd find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice drops to an almost confessional whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          What -- what happened at Larkhill. &lt;br /&gt;          What we did -- What I did.  That&lt;br /&gt;          terrible knowledge, it's been with&lt;br /&gt;          me so long.  That I could do things&lt;br /&gt;          like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia rubs the salty tears from her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          For years, I blamed it on the&lt;br /&gt;          government, on the authority I&lt;br /&gt;          could never stand up to.  But&lt;br /&gt;          living so long with the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;          of what I did has made me&lt;br /&gt;          understand otherwise.  I alone was&lt;br /&gt;          accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V watches her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          There is something wrong with us. &lt;br /&gt;          With all of mankind.  With me. &lt;br /&gt;          Something evil that made me enjoy&lt;br /&gt;          what I did.  Some hideous flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice almost trails off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          We deserve to be culled.  We&lt;br /&gt;          deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  ALMOND BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light sweeps across Rosemary from the opening bedroom door as&lt;br /&gt;she sobs softly in bed.  Derek enters, holding a bottle of&lt;br /&gt;whiskey and his clean gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits up as Derek looms over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ROSEMARY&lt;br /&gt;          Derek?  What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lifts the gun into her bruised face.  Her eyebrows cringe&lt;br /&gt;as he slowly pulls the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click.  It is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Don't worry, Rose.  I didn't load&lt;br /&gt;          it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Not tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grins evilly at her and answers the bedside phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Almond.  What?!  Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek's drunk eyes light up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god, yes!  God, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slams the phone down, charging out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  KITTY KAT KELLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gaggle of drunks exit the bar, laughing and singing as they&lt;br /&gt;pass a small figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  KITTY KAT KELLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey wanders into the bar amidst the lustful screams and cat&lt;br /&gt;calls for the line of high stepping, semi-clothed girls on&lt;br /&gt;stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stares out into the crowd, not sure why she is here when&lt;br /&gt;a man approaches her: Creedy.  His sloppy smile indicates he&lt;br /&gt;has had a few drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          You look lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks blankly at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Can I buy you a drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          No... I made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns for the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I have to find someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creedy frowns as his radio crackles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Well I didn't like the looks of you&lt;br /&gt;          anyway --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    RADIO (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          All units, all units.  Code red. &lt;br /&gt;          Converge in Plaistow to apprehend&lt;br /&gt;          codename V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Bloody hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He screams to the Fingermen at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          It's him!  We got him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey watches as they storm out of the bar, then follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emergency lights blaring, Finch's car squeals around a&lt;br /&gt;corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V hovers ghostly at Delia's bedside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          It's funny, I was given one of your&lt;br /&gt;          roses today.  I wasn't sure you&lt;br /&gt;          were the terrorist until I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She manages a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          What a strange coincidence.  That I&lt;br /&gt;          should be given it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          There are no coincidences, Delia. &lt;br /&gt;          Only the illusion of coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reaches into his cloak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I have another rose.  This one is&lt;br /&gt;          for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hands it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          Then you are going to kill me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V produces an empty syringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I killed you ten minutes ago. &lt;br /&gt;          While you slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          Is there any pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V sits on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          No.  No pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stares at the mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          Can I -- Can I see your face again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V slowly pulls off his hat and lifts his mask.  Delia stares&lt;br /&gt;into his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          It's beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose falls from her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  HALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V quietly shuts the door as if not to wake her and turns just&lt;br /&gt;as --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek Almond reaches the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Don't move an inch, you bloody&lt;br /&gt;          bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He trains his gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          You didn't hear me arrive, did you? &lt;br /&gt;          Didn't know we'd rumbled you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He squints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          It's all finished, chummy.  All of&lt;br /&gt;          it.  The old man told me it was my&lt;br /&gt;          head or yours and what do you know. &lt;br /&gt;          It's yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smiling mask stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Because you're standing over there&lt;br /&gt;          with your bloody stupid knives and&lt;br /&gt;          your fancy karate gimmicks --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek pulls back the hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          And I've got a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click.  He never loaded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an awkward moment of silence, then V moves --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloak opening, filling the hall like a black tidal wave that&lt;br /&gt;envelopes Derek.  He chokes a scream as V embraces him,&lt;br /&gt;slipping a knife above his floating rib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek Almond sputters as he claws at V's mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Who -- Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, look.  Look and tell me what&lt;br /&gt;          you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rips V's mask off as V thrusts the knife in deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek's eyes widen in horror as his life pours out the knife&lt;br /&gt;wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DEREK&lt;br /&gt;          Horrible!  God, it's horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V jerks his blade free, letting Derek slip to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch's car bucks up onto the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch and Dominic tear out of the car and barrel into the&lt;br /&gt;house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of the stairs, they find the dead Derek.  Finch&lt;br /&gt;rushes past him for the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Delia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, he finds her.  Her eyes fixed, cold, and dead, a&lt;br /&gt;single violet carson in her lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Get an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey rushes around a corner to see a crime scene bathed in&lt;br /&gt;siren light.  She pushes up to the police barricade as the&lt;br /&gt;M.E.'s load a draped body into their van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh no... V?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to angle around to get a better look when a man in&lt;br /&gt;a brown overcoat grabs her from behind and drags her into the&lt;br /&gt;alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the corner of the room, Finch sits, watching as the&lt;br /&gt;M.E.'s wheel out Delia's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic squeezes past the gurney and crosses toward Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          I'm sorry, sir.  You knew the&lt;br /&gt;          doctor pretty well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          We found this on her bureau, sir. &lt;br /&gt;          It's Dr. Surridge's journal.  It&lt;br /&gt;          covers her years at Larkhill.  It&lt;br /&gt;          might contain the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic searches for something more to say when Finch does&lt;br /&gt;not answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment, Finch looks at the book in Dominic's hand,&lt;br /&gt;then takes it, leafing through the pages.  They flip by, a&lt;br /&gt;breathy sigh, rising to a cold wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          May 23rd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LARKHILL MEDICAL RESEARCH BLOCK - DAY - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A younger Dr. Surridge, one by one, administers a series of&lt;br /&gt;injections to her research stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Prothero has hand picked my&lt;br /&gt;          subjects.  Four dozen of them, none&lt;br /&gt;          of which will be any use to me if I&lt;br /&gt;          don't get to work soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finishes an injection, Prothero encouraging the next&lt;br /&gt;subject.  We recognize her as the woman Prothero pointed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          They're so weak and pathetic I find&lt;br /&gt;          myself hating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia prepares the next dose, a sour look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          They don't fight or struggle.  Just&lt;br /&gt;          stare at you with weak eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    PROTHERO&lt;br /&gt;          Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LARKHILL OVENS - DAY - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two inmate orderlies are hefting sacked cadavers from a cart&lt;br /&gt;into an incinerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          June 9th: Of the original four&lt;br /&gt;          dozen, over 75% are now deceased. &lt;br /&gt;          Strangely, no clear patterns have&lt;br /&gt;          emerged as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another body thuds onto the pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Batch 5 seems to have no common&lt;br /&gt;          discernible effect on any specific&lt;br /&gt;          group though the men seem slightly&lt;br /&gt;          more resilient than the women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is full, they move to the next door until the cart is&lt;br /&gt;empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I'm hoping the survivors will&lt;br /&gt;          provide more answers or my time&lt;br /&gt;          here will have gone to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red heat suddenly glows from the oven vents as the orderly&lt;br /&gt;throws a series of switches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LARKHILL MEDICAL RESEARCH BLOCK - DAY - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Surridge moves down the drab aseptic hallway accompanied&lt;br /&gt;by an armed guard.  Roman numerals on the doors to each cell&lt;br /&gt;ascend to five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          June 18: And only five left now. &lt;br /&gt;          Two men and three women.  Which&lt;br /&gt;          tends to contradict my entry on the&lt;br /&gt;          9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pauses at room five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          The man in room five is a&lt;br /&gt;          fascinating case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks through the small chicken wire glass window in the&lt;br /&gt;door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Physically, there doesn't seem to&lt;br /&gt;          be anything wrong with him.  No&lt;br /&gt;          cellular anomalies, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back, just on the edge of the room's shadow, sits the&lt;br /&gt;man in room five, silently staring back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Batch five, however, seems to have&lt;br /&gt;          brought on some kind of psychotic&lt;br /&gt;          breakdown.  He's quite insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Surridge can't seem to break her stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          He has this way of looking through&lt;br /&gt;          you.  Reverend Lilliman won't go&lt;br /&gt;          near him.  He claims that it is the&lt;br /&gt;          devil in room five.  I see him&lt;br /&gt;          cross himself whenever he passes&lt;br /&gt;          his door.  Still, there's something&lt;br /&gt;          about him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  LARKHILL GARDEN - DAY - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Surridge slowly moves through the Larkhill garden, an&lt;br /&gt;incredible abundance of fruits, vegetables and violet carson&lt;br /&gt;roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I'm glad Prothero let room five&lt;br /&gt;          have a go at the gardening project. &lt;br /&gt;          He is quite proficient.  Prothero&lt;br /&gt;          was reluctant to allow an inmate&lt;br /&gt;          access to the tool and chemical&lt;br /&gt;          supply at first but now the fat&lt;br /&gt;          toad is delighted.  The crop has&lt;br /&gt;          almost doubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She traces the petals of a rose with her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          He also grows roses.  Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;          roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LARKHILL LOUNGE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Surridge and several other Larkhill appointees relax&lt;br /&gt;after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          December 24th: I was in the mess. &lt;br /&gt;          It was about half past ten when we&lt;br /&gt;          heard the first explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A massive explosion shakes the building to its very core, its&lt;br /&gt;windows shattering and hooded pendulum lights swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  LARKHILL LOUNGE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men and women clutch at their throats as they tumble out into&lt;br /&gt;the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          The ones at the front ran straight&lt;br /&gt;          into the gas.  It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drop to the ground, gasping and vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back door is kicked open, Dr. Surridge following two&lt;br /&gt;guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          A few of us made it out through the&lt;br /&gt;          rear door.  You could hear men&lt;br /&gt;          screaming everywhere.  I hate the&lt;br /&gt;          sound of men screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks out, men running, collapsing, dying in a yellow&lt;br /&gt;green haze that seems everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          In the center of the camp,&lt;br /&gt;          everything was on fire.  Everyone&lt;br /&gt;          running in all directions.  We had&lt;br /&gt;          hardly enough time to get our&lt;br /&gt;          bearings when the ovens exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another explosion wracks the compound.  The pillar of flame&lt;br /&gt;rises into the black sky, dwarfing the men in the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Surridge sees a gaping hole in the medical block, its&lt;br /&gt;insides turned out like an unholy birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          It was the man in room rive.  I&lt;br /&gt;          couldn't have known.  The chemical&lt;br /&gt;          supplies, grease solvents, ammonia,&lt;br /&gt;          fertilizer.  He'd been making&lt;br /&gt;          things with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close on a soldier, doubled over, hacking up bile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Mustard gas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sticky blue fire licks up from a blackened body like a dura&lt;br /&gt;flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA&lt;br /&gt;          And napalm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Surridge turns as a silhouette crosses the yard, backlit&lt;br /&gt;by a curtain of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          And in the yard, I saw him.  He had&lt;br /&gt;          the flames behind him.  He was&lt;br /&gt;          naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          He looked at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Surridge seems to wilt under his stare but cannot look&lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          As if I were an insect.  Oh god. &lt;br /&gt;          As if I were something mounted on a&lt;br /&gt;          slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flames convulse hypnotically behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DELIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          He looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch snaps Dr. Surridge's journal shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits in front of the Leader's desk puffing on his pipe&lt;br /&gt;while Susan stares coldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          That's the last entry until six&lt;br /&gt;          months later when Dr. Surridge is&lt;br /&gt;          back in London.  There is no&lt;br /&gt;          mention of the man in room five&lt;br /&gt;          again.  End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tosses the journal on Susan's desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Except that it wasn't the end of&lt;br /&gt;          the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch rises, crossing to the wastebasket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Between 2009 and 2012, over forty&lt;br /&gt;          men and women who were previously&lt;br /&gt;          stationed at Larkhill met with what&lt;br /&gt;          were believed to be accidental&lt;br /&gt;          deaths.  Eventually, only three&lt;br /&gt;          remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taps his pipe into his hand, pouring the contents into the&lt;br /&gt;wastebasket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          The three he'd been saving until&lt;br /&gt;          last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch brushes the ashes from his hands and begins repacking&lt;br /&gt;his pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Everyone who worked at Larkhill. &lt;br /&gt;          Everyone who could have identified&lt;br /&gt;          him.  You see there are two&lt;br /&gt;          possible motives here.  Not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan raises his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          The first is revenge.  He escapes&lt;br /&gt;          from Larkhill and vows to get even&lt;br /&gt;          with his tormentors.  The whole&lt;br /&gt;          exercise an elaborate, chilling&lt;br /&gt;          vendetta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finishes repacking the pipe, he replaces it in his&lt;br /&gt;mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          That's the explanation that I find&lt;br /&gt;          most reassuring, funnily enough. &lt;br /&gt;          Because that means he's finished. &lt;br /&gt;          It's over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch begins relighting his pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          The second motive is more sinister. &lt;br /&gt;          Like I said, everyone who could&lt;br /&gt;          have identified him is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flame leaps into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          What if he's just been clearing the&lt;br /&gt;          ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          What if he's planning something&lt;br /&gt;          else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighter slips back into his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          You see, the diary we found was in&lt;br /&gt;          full view.  We didn't have to&lt;br /&gt;          search for it.  He left it there. &lt;br /&gt;          He wanted us to find it.  He wanted&lt;br /&gt;          us to know the story.  Or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch returns to his chair, letting out a huge cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          For all we know, the diary could be&lt;br /&gt;          a complete and utter fake. &lt;br /&gt;          Codename V could have written it&lt;br /&gt;          himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch leans forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          He's playing games with us.  He&lt;br /&gt;          might never have been at Larkhill&lt;br /&gt;          at all.  Do you see?  It could all&lt;br /&gt;          be another smoke screen, a false&lt;br /&gt;          trail, another cover story --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan punches the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Finch, would you please explain&lt;br /&gt;          to me the nature of this meeting?! &lt;br /&gt;          Because I was under the impression&lt;br /&gt;          that you had some information about&lt;br /&gt;          the terrorist, codename V!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And punches it again until his fist hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          No more questions, understand!  I&lt;br /&gt;          want answers!  I am not interested&lt;br /&gt;          in where he grew up, what kind of&lt;br /&gt;          flowers he likes or his favorite&lt;br /&gt;          color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan's collar chokes his face to an unnatural crimson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Do I make myself clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment, Finch stands, Susan hanging on his last word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Dismissed.  England prevails, Mr.&lt;br /&gt;          Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch turns, Susan calling after him as he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Finch, the girl.  Do you have&lt;br /&gt;          anything on the girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch pauses at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          No, Leader.  Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey stirs as voices drift in from the hall outside her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    MAN&lt;br /&gt;          Wake up, cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three guards are silhouetted in the doorway of a cramped jail&lt;br /&gt;cell.  Still sluggish from the chloroform, Evey looks down at&lt;br /&gt;the coarse slipover she's now wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the men, Rossiter, crosses toward Evey, swinging a&lt;br /&gt;pair of shackles.  He grabs Evey, slamming her face down into&lt;br /&gt;the hard cot, driving a knee between her shoulder blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    GUARD 1&lt;br /&gt;          Tsk.  This pathetic whore is the&lt;br /&gt;          famous Miss Hammond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shackles bite down on her wrists as they laugh in the&lt;br /&gt;hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          You've made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossiter stands her up, shoving her into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ROSSITER&lt;br /&gt;          Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Please.  I haven't done anything --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slides a thick hood over her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ROSSITER&lt;br /&gt;          I said shut your hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hood is lifted from her head.  Evey squints hard, awash&lt;br /&gt;in a blinding, burning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man sits, unmoving, at a desk across from her, a guard at&lt;br /&gt;his side, both backlit by a harsh white kliegs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey's eyes start to water as she blinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          Do you know why you're here.  Evey&lt;br /&gt;          Hammond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          No, please, I didn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          Allow me to be more precise.  Did&lt;br /&gt;          you participate in the murder of&lt;br /&gt;          Dr. Delia Surridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          Did you participate in the murder&lt;br /&gt;          of Derek Almond, director of the&lt;br /&gt;          Finger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          No, I --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          Did you participate in the murder&lt;br /&gt;          of Bishop Anthony Lilliman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god, I don't --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          Have you ever participated in a&lt;br /&gt;          terrorist act against your country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          No --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          What is the identity of codename V?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          You are a lying cunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A monitor next to the desk lights up.  From the snowy static,&lt;br /&gt;an image begins to form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl is talking to a man.  She is shoving her hips at him,&lt;br /&gt;propositioning him.  When more men appear from the alley,&lt;br /&gt;Evey realizes she is watching herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          They were going to rape me, kill&lt;br /&gt;          me --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossiter grabs a handful of her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ROSSITER&lt;br /&gt;          Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swallows hard when she sees V emerge on the screen.  The&lt;br /&gt;image freezes on his smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          This board will not tolerate any&lt;br /&gt;          more of your lies, Miss Hammond. &lt;br /&gt;          We have over 120 minutes of audio&lt;br /&gt;          and videotape and 75 pages of&lt;br /&gt;          testimonials from eye witness that&lt;br /&gt;          identify you as an accomplice to&lt;br /&gt;          the terrorist, codename V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monitor blinks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          Do you want to know why you're&lt;br /&gt;          here?  You are formally being&lt;br /&gt;          brought up on charges of murder on&lt;br /&gt;          fourteen counts and sedition&lt;br /&gt;          against your Leader and country&lt;br /&gt;          which brings an automatic sentence&lt;br /&gt;          of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Please.  I didn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          Process the prisoner and return her&lt;br /&gt;          to her cell until she is more&lt;br /&gt;          cooperative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossiter slips the hood back over Evey's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  PROCESSING ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey cries as a rough hand runs a pair of electric clippers&lt;br /&gt;over her head.  Huge sheaves of her hair fall to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             DISSOLVE TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey lies crumpled on the hard floor, unmoving, as a tray of&lt;br /&gt;food is slid through a slot at the bottom of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watches as a rat crosses from a hole in the wall,&lt;br /&gt;sniffing the murky rendered gelatin in the wooden bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             DISSOLVE TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  PROCESSING ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey hangs limply from a set of manacles as she is washed and&lt;br /&gt;deloused by heavy hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She coughs in the yellow bug powder cloud as it burns her&lt;br /&gt;eyes and the red welts on her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             DISSOLVE TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey is curled up on the cot like a dry fetus, now gaunt arms&lt;br /&gt;wrapped around her legs.  She blinks when she hears something&lt;br /&gt;moving in the rat hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey raises her head as something is pushed through the&lt;br /&gt;crevice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentative fingers search the hole, pulling out a length of&lt;br /&gt;toilet paper.  Over every inch of it is a delicately scrawled&lt;br /&gt;message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move into the rathole, its edges slowly filling the frame&lt;br /&gt;until black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  INTERROGATION ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull back from a shadow, the outline of the interrogator's&lt;br /&gt;silhouette against sharp light coming into frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I read her letter.  Hid it.  Slept. &lt;br /&gt;          Woke.  They questioned me.  And I&lt;br /&gt;          read her letter again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossiter is buckling Evey's thin arms and legs into a chair. &lt;br /&gt;Her now frail frame can barely hold up the frayed brown&lt;br /&gt;slipover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Over and over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the table in front of her, there is a large wash basin of&lt;br /&gt;water.  Rossiter dunks her head into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Her name was Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CLASSROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher reads from her lesson plan in front of rows and&lt;br /&gt;rows of uniformed pubescences in this all girl private&lt;br /&gt;school.  Her voice drones on and on like Muzak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I was born in a rainy burg in&lt;br /&gt;          Nottingham in 1975.  I passed my&lt;br /&gt;          eleven plus and went to girl's&lt;br /&gt;          grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde tomboy sneaks a smile to her curly haired friend&lt;br /&gt;next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I met my first girlfriend at&lt;br /&gt;          school.  Her name was Sara.  Her&lt;br /&gt;          wrists.  Her wrists were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hand slides across the desk, fingers tickling the young&lt;br /&gt;flesh of Sara's wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher's voice slows, dropping octaves, becoming --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  BIOLOGY LAB - DAY - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I sat in biology class staring at&lt;br /&gt;          the pickled rabbit fetus while Mr.&lt;br /&gt;          Herd said it was an adolescent&lt;br /&gt;          phase that people outgrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie looks at Sara across the room, her head down in&lt;br /&gt;shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Sara did.  I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LIVING ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two teenage girls stand in front of a middle aged couple. &lt;br /&gt;They are holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          In 1994, I stopped pretending and&lt;br /&gt;          took a girl called Christine home&lt;br /&gt;          to meet my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greying woman repeats the sign of the cross over and&lt;br /&gt;over, sobbing into a handkerchief.  Her husband's face is&lt;br /&gt;contorted in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          A week later I moved to London to&lt;br /&gt;          go to college and study drama.  My&lt;br /&gt;          mother said I broke her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  PARK - DAY - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two young women cuddle on a park bench under a London summer&lt;br /&gt;sky, feeding the pigeons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          But it was my integrity that was&lt;br /&gt;          important.  Is that so selfish?  It&lt;br /&gt;          sells for so little but it's all we&lt;br /&gt;          have left in this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black haired girl nibbles on the blonde's ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          It is the very last inch of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey struggles against Rossiter's weight who keeps her head&lt;br /&gt;submerged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          But within that inch we are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossiter wrenches back and Evey sucks hard for air, coughing&lt;br /&gt;out water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          Now Miss Hammond, let us review the&lt;br /&gt;          facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey stares at him, eyes red, heart pounding in her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          You work for codename V.  Codename&lt;br /&gt;          V killed Delia Surridge and then&lt;br /&gt;          Derek Almond with your help and&lt;br /&gt;          that is why you were found outside&lt;br /&gt;          her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey begins to shake her head, water sluicing off her thin&lt;br /&gt;face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          Isn't that what happened, Miss&lt;br /&gt;          Hammond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          No.  No, that isn't true --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          Oh dear, Rossiter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossiter grabs Evey's neck --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          No, wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plunging her head into the bowl.  Water fills Evey's nose and&lt;br /&gt;ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          London.  I was happy in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  THEATRE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The packed house watches as a Prince kneels before a woman's&lt;br /&gt;bare foot with a slipper of glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I played Dandini in Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman glances into the dark sea of faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          The world was strange and rustling&lt;br /&gt;          with invisible crowds behind the&lt;br /&gt;          hot lights and all that breathless&lt;br /&gt;          glamour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  MEADOW - DAY - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two women weep in each other's arms, embracing in a perfect&lt;br /&gt;knee high meadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Work improved.  I got small film&lt;br /&gt;          roles, then bigger ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde woman brushes away a tear from the other's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          In 2006, I starred in "The Salt&lt;br /&gt;          Flats."  That's where I met Ruth. &lt;br /&gt;          We fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pull back and see we are on location for a movie and the&lt;br /&gt;two women are being filmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONDO - NIGHT - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth and Valerie sit on the couch watching television.  On&lt;br /&gt;the table behind them is a bouquet of violet carson roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Every Valentine's Day she sent me&lt;br /&gt;          roses and, oh god, we had so much. &lt;br /&gt;          Those were the best three years of&lt;br /&gt;          my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two women stare at the newscast in tears, the sound of&lt;br /&gt;marching coming from the set's speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          In 2010, they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  LONDON STREET - DAY - FLASHBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of marching explodes as columns of men in brown&lt;br /&gt;uniforms and jack boots fill the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          And after that there were no more&lt;br /&gt;          roses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossiter presses his elbow onto Evey's neck, holding her&lt;br /&gt;submerged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Not for anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossiter lets Evey up.  Her red burnt lungs gulp at the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          After the takeover, they started&lt;br /&gt;          rounding up the gays.  They took&lt;br /&gt;          Ruth while she was out looking for&lt;br /&gt;          food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey blinks hard, black fireworks exploding in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Why are they so frightened of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wheezes, on the edge of unconsciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          They burned her face with&lt;br /&gt;          cigarettes and made her give them&lt;br /&gt;          my name.  She signed a statement&lt;br /&gt;          saying I'd seduced her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interrogator's voice melts into a slag heap of sound with&lt;br /&gt;the hot, rhythmic pounding in her ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I didn't blame her.  God, I loved&lt;br /&gt;          her but I didn't blame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossiter uncuffs Evey, slipping the black bag over her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          But she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey's knees buckle as he forces her to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          She killed herself in her cell. &lt;br /&gt;          She couldn't live with betraying&lt;br /&gt;          me, with giving up that last inch. &lt;br /&gt;          Oh, Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey weaves down the hall.  Rossiter shoving her from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          They came for me.  They shaved off&lt;br /&gt;          my hair.  They held my head down a&lt;br /&gt;          toilet and told lesbian jokes. &lt;br /&gt;          They brought me here and pumped me&lt;br /&gt;          full of chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cell door swings open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I can't feel my tongue.  I can't&lt;br /&gt;          speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossiter yanks the hood from her head and pushes her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          It is strange that my life should&lt;br /&gt;          end in such a terrible place but&lt;br /&gt;          for three years I had roses and&lt;br /&gt;          apologized to nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iron door slams shut, lock ringing in the stale air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I shall die here.  Every inch of me&lt;br /&gt;          shall perish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey rolls to her knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Except one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crawls for the rat hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          An inch.  It is small and fragile&lt;br /&gt;          and it's the only thing in the&lt;br /&gt;          world that's worth having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her shaking hand pulls the letter from the stone crevice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          We must never lose it or sell it or&lt;br /&gt;          give it away.  We must never let&lt;br /&gt;          them take it from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey clutches it like a rosary as she begins to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I don't know who you are but I hope&lt;br /&gt;          you escape this place.  I hope that&lt;br /&gt;          the world turns and things get&lt;br /&gt;          better and that one day people have&lt;br /&gt;          roses again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds the note to her face, her tears soaking into the&lt;br /&gt;fragile paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    VALERIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I don't know who you are but I love&lt;br /&gt;          you.  I love you.  Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, Evey slips away, succumbing to blackness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I had come to know every inch of&lt;br /&gt;          those four walls in that dark hell&lt;br /&gt;          and they knew every inch of me. &lt;br /&gt;          Every inch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud lights blare against Evey's solemn face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Except one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typed document sits on a small tray table in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          "My name is Evey Hammond.  On the&lt;br /&gt;          5th of November 2019, I was&lt;br /&gt;          abducted by the terrorist known as&lt;br /&gt;          codename V and then taken against&lt;br /&gt;          my will to an unknown location."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossiter hovers just behind her as the Interrogator reads her&lt;br /&gt;confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          "Once there, I was systematically&lt;br /&gt;          brainwashed by means physical and&lt;br /&gt;          psychological.  I was frequently&lt;br /&gt;          subjected to sexual abuse during&lt;br /&gt;          this period."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey's expression is unchanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          "Eventually I was terrorized into&lt;br /&gt;          helping him commit the murders of&lt;br /&gt;          Derek Almond, Dr. Delia Surridge,&lt;br /&gt;          and Anthony Lilliman, Bishop of&lt;br /&gt;          Westminster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossiter drops a pen on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          "I, the undersigned, swear that the&lt;br /&gt;          above statement is genuine and that&lt;br /&gt;          it was not signed by means of&lt;br /&gt;          intimidation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pen slowly rocks to a stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          We'd like you to sign that for us,&lt;br /&gt;          Miss Hammond.  Where we've put the&lt;br /&gt;          little cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          As you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossiter begins unbuckling Evey's restraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          Escort Miss Hammond back to her&lt;br /&gt;          cell, Rossiter, where she will wait&lt;br /&gt;          while you arrange a wet detail of&lt;br /&gt;          six men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He forces Evey to her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    INTERROGATOR&lt;br /&gt;          Then take her out behind the&lt;br /&gt;          chemical sheds and shoot her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opens behind Evey as she rereads Valerie's letter&lt;br /&gt;for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ROSSITER&lt;br /&gt;          It's time, unless you want to&lt;br /&gt;          change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds the tattered piece of toilet paper to her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ROSSITER&lt;br /&gt;          Sign that statement.  You could be&lt;br /&gt;          out inside three years.  Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;          they'd find you a job with the&lt;br /&gt;          Finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey closes her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Thank you but I'd rather die behind&lt;br /&gt;          the chemical sheds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her last words hang in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ROSSITER&lt;br /&gt;          Then there's nothing left to&lt;br /&gt;          threaten you with, is there?  You&lt;br /&gt;          are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She listens as his footsteps fade down the hall, the door&lt;br /&gt;hanging weirdly open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey takes a few tentative steps toward the door and sticks&lt;br /&gt;her head out into the empty hall, peering down both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, she emerges from her cell, retracing her path down&lt;br /&gt;the hall that her blindfold never allowed her to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly inching along the wall, Evey peeks around a corner,&lt;br /&gt;gasping at the rigid guard standing off to the side.  There&lt;br /&gt;is something about the man's frozen stare that keeps her from&lt;br /&gt;running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey straightens and crosses to the guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She touches him, the wheeled platform he is mounted on&lt;br /&gt;rolling back against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door creaks open as Evey enters the room where for so&lt;br /&gt;long she was questioned and tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crosses to the frozen Interrogator sitting at his desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her finger brushes lightly against the plastic hand, then&lt;br /&gt;Evey raps a knuckle on his hollow wooden head.  Around his&lt;br /&gt;neck a small speaker hangs from a cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey drifts uneasily into a back room where a discarded&lt;br /&gt;prison guard's uniform hangs on a rack.  On a table next to a&lt;br /&gt;wig and pair of gloves, the rat looks up at her through the&lt;br /&gt;bars of its tiny cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moves through another door, the wind suddenly knocked&lt;br /&gt;from her chest as she finally sees where her prison was&lt;br /&gt;built --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V steps from the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Welcome home, Evey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mouth hangs open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          You did this... to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey's rail thin figure begins to shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          You did this to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stumbles against the wall, unable to support herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          You -- You hit me and -- and cut my&lt;br /&gt;          hair.  It was you.  It was just you&lt;br /&gt;          all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doubles over, covering her face as she bursts into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          You tortured me.  You tortured me --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey looks up at him, body shivering as he quietly glides&lt;br /&gt;toward her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Because I love you, Evey.  Because&lt;br /&gt;          I wanted to set you free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look of horror twists her starved face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Set me free?  Don't you realize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slender fingers ball into fists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Don't you realize what you did to&lt;br /&gt;          me?  You nearly drove me mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgust and anger light up her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her little, wiry body coils tight as she circles him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I hate you!  Set me free?  You put&lt;br /&gt;          me in a prison to set me free?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          You were already in a prison. &lt;br /&gt;          You've been in a prison all your&lt;br /&gt;          life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Shut up!  I don't want to hear it. &lt;br /&gt;          I wasn't in a prison.  I was happy! &lt;br /&gt;          I was happy here --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Happiness is the most insidious&lt;br /&gt;          prison of all, Evey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          That's warped!  That's evil and&lt;br /&gt;          it's wrong!  What gives you the&lt;br /&gt;          right to judge?  Who are you to say&lt;br /&gt;          what's not good enough?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          You were born in a prison, Evey.  I&lt;br /&gt;          didn't put you there.  I just&lt;br /&gt;          showed you the bars.  You've been&lt;br /&gt;          in a prison so long, you no longer&lt;br /&gt;          believe there's an outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wheels away from him, covering her ears, trying to get&lt;br /&gt;away from his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Shut up!  You're mad!  I don't want&lt;br /&gt;          to hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          That's because you're afraid, Evey. &lt;br /&gt;          You're afraid because you can feel&lt;br /&gt;          freedom closing in on you.  You're&lt;br /&gt;          afraid because freedom is&lt;br /&gt;          terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey falls, stumbling through the labyrinth of the Shadow&lt;br /&gt;Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I can't feel anything!  There's&lt;br /&gt;          nothing left to feel!  Don't you&lt;br /&gt;          understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Don't back away from it, Evey. &lt;br /&gt;          Part of you understands the truth&lt;br /&gt;          even as part pretends not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She collapses, head pounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Woman, this is the most important&lt;br /&gt;          moment in your life.  Don't run&lt;br /&gt;          from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I don't know what -- Oh god -- I&lt;br /&gt;          can't breathe --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V couches next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Good.  You're almost there.  Go&lt;br /&gt;          closer.  Feel the shape of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          What are you doing to me?  I can't&lt;br /&gt;          breathe --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          You were in a cell.  They offered&lt;br /&gt;          you a choice between the death of&lt;br /&gt;          your principles and the death of&lt;br /&gt;          your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cradles her as she hyperventilates, tears streaming down&lt;br /&gt;her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I feel -- I feel like I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;          burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          You said you'd rather die.  You&lt;br /&gt;          faced the fear of your own death&lt;br /&gt;          and you were calm.  Try to feel now&lt;br /&gt;          what you felt then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god -- I felt --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mask hovers over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Like an angel --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He squeezes her shuddering body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god, V, I'm so scared.  What's&lt;br /&gt;          happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          The door of the cage is open, Evey. &lt;br /&gt;          All that you feel is the wind from&lt;br /&gt;          outside.  Don't be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently, he lifts her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Try to walk.  The lift will take us&lt;br /&gt;          to the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          The roof?  Outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He helps her to an open elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I -- I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;          blindfolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          No, Evey.  No more blindfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cage in the elevator rattles shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  ROOF - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two figures stand in the door of the roof access, a&lt;br /&gt;raging tempest oozing from a split sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something draws Evey out into the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, she walks beneath it, the wind and rain pounding&lt;br /&gt;against her thin frame.  Evey lets the coarse slipover fall&lt;br /&gt;to the ground and stares straight up into the storm, naked,&lt;br /&gt;the elements soaking into her very being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V moves up behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Do you feel it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Everything's so -- different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I know.  Five years ago, I too&lt;br /&gt;          stared beneath a night like this. &lt;br /&gt;          Naked under a roaring sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A low rumble of thunder washes over London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          The night is yours, Evey.  Seize&lt;br /&gt;          it.  Encircle it within your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words buffet against her with the sheets of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Bury it in your heart up to the&lt;br /&gt;          hilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raises her arms to embrace the raging torrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Become transfixed and&lt;br /&gt;          transfigured -- &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;A jagged bolt of lightning shatters the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch gets out of a police car and looks up the black face of&lt;br /&gt;the modern building.  He sighs and taps his pipe against the&lt;br /&gt;heel of his shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          Finch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch turns to find Dascombe hurrying towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          Do you know what this is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          No, but I can guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          "Remember, remember, the fifth of&lt;br /&gt;          November."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          Oh come on.  He's long gone.  He&lt;br /&gt;          has to be.  He did what he came to&lt;br /&gt;          do and it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch chews on his pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Not for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns and heads into the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                FADE OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FADE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark November sky hangs like a shroud over the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          A year, gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  COUNCIL CONFERENCE ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heads of each department are gathered around a table of&lt;br /&gt;black granite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Creedy, sitting back out of the lights, is the new head&lt;br /&gt;of the Finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          I have given you almost a year and&lt;br /&gt;          you have given me nothing. &lt;br /&gt;          Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glares at Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          Now Adam, there is no one better&lt;br /&gt;          than Finch and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, Mr. Dascombe, I do know it. &lt;br /&gt;          It is that very fact that keeps me&lt;br /&gt;          awake at night, wondering if&lt;br /&gt;          perhaps there is a reason that Mr.&lt;br /&gt;          Finch has failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          What are you saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          I'm saying that perhaps I don't&lt;br /&gt;          know you as well as I thought I&lt;br /&gt;          did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Are you asking for my resignation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          No, I am asking for some goddamn&lt;br /&gt;          results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          It's not Finch's fault, Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          We've all been looking.  The man&lt;br /&gt;          simply disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ETHERIDGE&lt;br /&gt;          Vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          He's gone, Adam.  It's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader trembles like a volcano set to blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          It's over, is it?  He's gone. &lt;br /&gt;          Vanished, you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader grabs a large box from the floor and hurls reams&lt;br /&gt;of computer printout across the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Transcripts recorded over the last&lt;br /&gt;          thirty days in which the terrorist&lt;br /&gt;          was talked about or mentioned in a&lt;br /&gt;          positive context.  This is only&lt;br /&gt;          thirty days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He punches a "play" button and a wall of monitors blink on. &lt;br /&gt;It is a recording of a television variety show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A character that is made to look like Adam Susan is giving a&lt;br /&gt;speech.  A woman is dressed like V except that the only thing&lt;br /&gt;she is wearing under her cloak is a garter belt, stockings&lt;br /&gt;and high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V sneaks up behind Susan and yanks his pants down.  Susan is&lt;br /&gt;outraged but when he gives chase he trips over his pants. &lt;br /&gt;The audience hoots and howls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader kills the tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Is this what you consider,&lt;br /&gt;          "disappeared?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          For god's sake, Adam, it's a stupid&lt;br /&gt;          variety show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Creedy, I want the producers,&lt;br /&gt;          writers, and actors of that "stupid&lt;br /&gt;          variety show" arrested and charged&lt;br /&gt;          with sedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          You can't be serious --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Push me, Roger, push me and you'll&lt;br /&gt;          find out how serious I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stares each of them to silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          This, this V is still out there.  I&lt;br /&gt;          can feel him like a sickness&lt;br /&gt;          worming its way into the hearts and&lt;br /&gt;          minds of the public.  Something&lt;br /&gt;          must be done, and done quickly, to&lt;br /&gt;          exorcise this demon for the very&lt;br /&gt;          soul of this country is at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          That is why I am compelled to give&lt;br /&gt;          each and every one of you notice&lt;br /&gt;          that if by the fifth of November&lt;br /&gt;          you are still giving me nothing&lt;br /&gt;          more than excuses, I will have to&lt;br /&gt;          revoke your party status and&lt;br /&gt;          terminate your positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Creedy, I will speak with you&lt;br /&gt;          in private.  The rest of you are&lt;br /&gt;          dismissed.  England prevails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S PRIVATE QUARTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader stands at the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Creedy, as the new head of the&lt;br /&gt;          Finger, you are the most important&lt;br /&gt;          member of my cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          I, uh, appreciate your faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Your predecessor, Mr. Almond, was a&lt;br /&gt;          good man, a man who understood what&lt;br /&gt;          strength in unity meant, a man who,&lt;br /&gt;          above all, loved his country.  I&lt;br /&gt;          need to know if you are such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes bore into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Do you love your country, Mr.&lt;br /&gt;          Creedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  ALLEYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police car is parked in a dark alley.  It is raining and&lt;br /&gt;the windows of the car are completely steamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sweating, his knuckles white as he squeezes the&lt;br /&gt;steering wheel, panting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hear a noise like a very wet kiss and then a woman's&lt;br /&gt;voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          "The most important member of my&lt;br /&gt;          cabinet."  Yes it is, isn't it,&lt;br /&gt;          dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen lifts her head out of his lap.  Her lipstick is smeared&lt;br /&gt;about her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          I stop when you stop.  What did he&lt;br /&gt;          say next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          I can't --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She whispers in his ear while playing with his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Come on, Peter, what are you afraid&lt;br /&gt;          of?  Almond used to tell me&lt;br /&gt;          everything and you're twice the man&lt;br /&gt;          he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          He asked me... if I loved my&lt;br /&gt;          country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh yes, I can tell you do love your&lt;br /&gt;          country, almost as much as you love&lt;br /&gt;          this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lowers her head into this lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Then he asked me to do something...&lt;br /&gt;          oh, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Helen, I can't.  I can't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen lifts her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          He told you to frame someone as the&lt;br /&gt;          terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          My god?!  How did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          I know Adam Susan.  Now who was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          No way.  I can't tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Yes you can, honey.  You can and&lt;br /&gt;          you will.  You have to trust me,&lt;br /&gt;          love.  We're going to help each&lt;br /&gt;          other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Helen, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Look at that face.  You see? &lt;br /&gt;          You're just bursting to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her head drops back down.  Creedy moans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Now who was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          It was... Fi... Fi... FINCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name seems to orgasm from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  FINCH'S APARTMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch sits alone in his modest apartment, reading a book. &lt;br /&gt;The book is Koesterler's, "The Roots of Coincidence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old CD player is playing music, a Bach piano concerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is playing the exact same concerto on his piano, his gloved&lt;br /&gt;fingers gracefully flitting across the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey enters the gallery.  Her hair has grown out but is still&lt;br /&gt;short.  She projects a kind of strength that comes from a&lt;br /&gt;deep inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V coaxes the final delicate notes and lets them softly fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          That was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks up to him and takes the smiling face in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I've wanted to do this for a long&lt;br /&gt;          time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bends and gently kisses the frozen lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Thank you, V.  Thank you for&lt;br /&gt;          everything you've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          You did it all yourself, Evey.  I&lt;br /&gt;          just provided the backdrop but the&lt;br /&gt;          drama was all your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          It was a good backdrop.  I believed&lt;br /&gt;          it.  I really did.  It's still a&lt;br /&gt;          bit hard for me to accept that it&lt;br /&gt;          wasn't real.  That it was just you. &lt;br /&gt;          Especially the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes the letter from her pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          It is a beautiful letter, V.  Every&lt;br /&gt;          time I read it I could feel&lt;br /&gt;          Valerie, almost like she was&lt;br /&gt;          holding me.  I believed in her most&lt;br /&gt;          of all.  I believed that she loved&lt;br /&gt;          me and I loved her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I feel a bit foolish telling you&lt;br /&gt;          this.  I know that you must have&lt;br /&gt;          written it and thought you should&lt;br /&gt;          have it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          But I didn't write that letter,&lt;br /&gt;          Evey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Come with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  VALERIE'S ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a shrine.  The walls are covered with movie posters and&lt;br /&gt;reviews and pictures of an actresses named Valerie Page.  We&lt;br /&gt;recognize her as the woman chosen for the medical block just&lt;br /&gt;before V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere there are flower boxes filled with blooming roses;&lt;br /&gt;violet carsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Valerie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Yes.  Valerie Page.  She was the&lt;br /&gt;          woman in room four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          She's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          She wrote the letter just before&lt;br /&gt;          she died.  I delivered it to you as&lt;br /&gt;          it was delivered to me.  The words&lt;br /&gt;          you wept over were the same words&lt;br /&gt;          that transformed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey smiles and bends to smell the roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Roses.  You grew them for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          They're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Evey, do you know what day it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Two days before the first day we&lt;br /&gt;          met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          You remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          You're planning something, aren't&lt;br /&gt;          you, V?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          You know me too well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          What are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I'm going to fulfill an old&lt;br /&gt;          promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey cocks an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I'll show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  UNDERGROUND STAIRWELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying a lantern, V leads Evey down a dark stone staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I've never been here before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Yes.  It is the deepest part of my&lt;br /&gt;          home.  Once you know it, I should&lt;br /&gt;          think you'll know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushes a button and a secret passage opens in a heavy&lt;br /&gt;stone wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small narrow series of passageways that he guides&lt;br /&gt;her through, leading to another door.  Evey steps out into an&lt;br /&gt;underground subway station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  VICTORIA STATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parked beside the concrete platform is a beautiful antique&lt;br /&gt;train car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, V, it's lovely.  Where on earth&lt;br /&gt;          did you find it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          In a way, I suppose it really found&lt;br /&gt;          me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey steps into the train car and finds it filled with little&lt;br /&gt;packages wrapped in wax paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          What's in these packages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Gelignite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She screams and almost drops one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          What are you going to do with all&lt;br /&gt;          of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I told you.  I'm going to finish&lt;br /&gt;          what was started four hundred years&lt;br /&gt;          ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Where does this train go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          This is the old Victoria line but&lt;br /&gt;          it is blocked, blocked somewhere&lt;br /&gt;          between Whitehall and St. James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Whitehall... V, that's the New&lt;br /&gt;          Government Building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          But the underground has been shut&lt;br /&gt;          down for years.  How are you going&lt;br /&gt;          to make it run without any power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I just thought I might ask them to&lt;br /&gt;          turn it on for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader sits bathed in the flickering images of the Fate&lt;br /&gt;computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, Mr. Creedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Everything's set, sir.  No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the screens, a television program has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ANNOUNCER&lt;br /&gt;          Tonight on Tales from the Bible, a&lt;br /&gt;          story of treachery and betrayal&lt;br /&gt;          from the Book of Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cut from that screen to another screen --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  JORDAN TOWER - CONTROL BOOTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The television studio where Roger Dascombe surveys a large&lt;br /&gt;bank of monitors filled with the images of typically vapid&lt;br /&gt;television entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DASCOMBE&lt;br /&gt;          All of London's waiting.  Ready,&lt;br /&gt;          two.  And here we go --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A player locks on as a recorded program begins.  We move in&lt;br /&gt;as the logo slashes across the screen: Storm Saxon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ANNOUNCER&lt;br /&gt;          Tonight, England's greatest hero&lt;br /&gt;          repels the forces of darkness in a&lt;br /&gt;          brand new episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pull back from the show's opening teaser and find&lt;br /&gt;ourselves looking at a small television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  JORDAN TOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the delivery bay at the back of Jordan tower, five&lt;br /&gt;security guards are riveted to the heroic actions of Storm&lt;br /&gt;Saxon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HEIDI&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, Storm.  Save me!  Save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    STORM&lt;br /&gt;          You mongrel trash, if you harm her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    MONGREL TRASH&lt;br /&gt;          Look out, de white debil has a&lt;br /&gt;          laser lugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind them, a shadowy figure in a cloak and tall hat enters&lt;br /&gt;the loading bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    GUARD&lt;br /&gt;          Hey, what the -- ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all turn and find a smiling V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go for their weapons.  V goes for them.  It is brutal&lt;br /&gt;and quick, knives slicing in bloody arcs, bodies kicked and&lt;br /&gt;thrown with superhuman power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV crashes to the ground and we move in at it as Storm&lt;br /&gt;Saxon stands triumphant beside his buxom lass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HEIDI&lt;br /&gt;          Oh Storm, hold me.  Hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pull back on another television screen inside --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic is chewing on a hamburger, engrossed in Storm Saxon. &lt;br /&gt;Across the room, Finch is reading the "Roots of Coincidence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          I don't know how you stand that&lt;br /&gt;          tripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic answers with a mouthful of cheeseburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Es gooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch shakes his head, reaching for his pipe.  He realizes he&lt;br /&gt;is out of tobacco.  He slides open the bottom desk drawer and&lt;br /&gt;his eyes almost pop out of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stares into the drawer like someone staring at his own&lt;br /&gt;tombstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Finch?  Finch, what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, he lifts something from the drawer.  On his desk, he&lt;br /&gt;lays out several knives, a cloak, a hat, and a smiling mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch lifts the mask and almost has to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Don't you see, Dominic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts the mask to his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          I'm V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  JORDAN TOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V emerges from an elevator and immediately attacks several&lt;br /&gt;more guards.  A surveillance camera watches as V steps over&lt;br /&gt;their slumped, broken bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONTROL CENTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security guard sees V on the monitor coming directly down&lt;br /&gt;the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    GUARD&lt;br /&gt;          Bloody hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs the machine gun, aiming it just as V kicks open the&lt;br /&gt;door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    GUARD&lt;br /&gt;          Freeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V stops.  At least five guards have trained their weapons on&lt;br /&gt;him.  He is surrounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, he lifts his arms as though surrendering.  His cloak&lt;br /&gt;opens, revealing enough TNT to level the entire building.  In&lt;br /&gt;his hand is the plunger detonator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    GUARD&lt;br /&gt;          Fuck all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door bursts open as Creedy and a group of heavily armed&lt;br /&gt;Fingermen muscle in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Creedy?  What the hell's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          I'm here to arrest Mr. Finch for&lt;br /&gt;          acts of treason and terrorism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          You can't be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          If I were you, boy, I'd shut my&lt;br /&gt;          hole unless you want to start&lt;br /&gt;          explaining why you didn't say&lt;br /&gt;          nothing about Mr. Finch's secret&lt;br /&gt;          identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  JORDAN TOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V follows Roger Dascombe into the main control booth.  The&lt;br /&gt;door shuts behind them and they are alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around them are the laugh tracks and gunshots of the&lt;br /&gt;evening's entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V puts his hand into his cloak and pulls out a videotape.  He&lt;br /&gt;hands it to Dascombe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch glares at Creedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Why don't you just shoot me,&lt;br /&gt;          Creedy?  Wouldn't that make&lt;br /&gt;          everything a lot simpler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Yeah, I suppose it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creedy smiles, his finger tightening on the trigger when --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Holy Christ!  Creedy, you stupid&lt;br /&gt;          ape!  If Finch is V then tell me&lt;br /&gt;          who is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He points at the television where V sits calmly at a desk in&lt;br /&gt;front of the "VTV" logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Good evening, London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Bloody fuckin' hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I thought it was time we had a&lt;br /&gt;          little talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          He has to be at Jordan tower.  Come&lt;br /&gt;          on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch and Dominic rush out of the room.  Creedy looks at his&lt;br /&gt;confused men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Don't just stand there!  Follow&lt;br /&gt;          them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V smiles at the horrified Adam Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Are you sitting comfortably?  Good. &lt;br /&gt;          Then I'll begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader screams, pounding on Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Damn you!  Damn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hits the intercom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Lieutenant, ready my transport.  I&lt;br /&gt;          want every armed man within a&lt;br /&gt;          hundred miles at Jordan tower. &lt;br /&gt;          Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move in at VTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Right now, I imagine there are&lt;br /&gt;          hundreds of soldiers rushing here&lt;br /&gt;          to kill me because someone does not&lt;br /&gt;          want us to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pull back in --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LIVING ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family watching television.  In the background, two&lt;br /&gt;children are squabbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;          Hush.  Turn it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband does.  V's voice gets louder as we move towards&lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          They are afraid that I am going to&lt;br /&gt;          say the things that are not&lt;br /&gt;          supposed to be said.  They are&lt;br /&gt;          afraid that I am going to say the&lt;br /&gt;          truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  APARTMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man sits on his couch, mesmerized by V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          The truth is that there is&lt;br /&gt;          something terribly wrong with this&lt;br /&gt;          country, isn't there?  If you look&lt;br /&gt;          about, you witness cruelty,&lt;br /&gt;          injustice and despotism.  But what&lt;br /&gt;          do you do about it?  What can you&lt;br /&gt;          do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pops his beer tab and the beer foams over the couch but he&lt;br /&gt;doesn't seem to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  FINCH'S POLICE CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car races wildly towards Jordan tower as Finch and&lt;br /&gt;Dominic listen to the broadcast on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          You are but a single individual. &lt;br /&gt;          How can you possible make any&lt;br /&gt;          difference?  Individuals have no&lt;br /&gt;          power in this modern world. &lt;br /&gt;          That is what you've been taught&lt;br /&gt;          because that is what they need you&lt;br /&gt;          to believe.  But it is not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S TRANSPORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader seethes, staring at three television monitors in&lt;br /&gt;his limo which are all filled with V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          This is why they are afraid and the&lt;br /&gt;          reason that I am here; to remind&lt;br /&gt;          you that it is individuals who&lt;br /&gt;          always hold the power.  The real&lt;br /&gt;          power.  Individuals like me.  And&lt;br /&gt;          individuals like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  KITTY KAT KELLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar is almost completely soundless except for the voice&lt;br /&gt;of V.  People stare at the television as if the moment were&lt;br /&gt;somehow suspended in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I have come to offer you a deal. &lt;br /&gt;          If you accept, I will give you a&lt;br /&gt;          different world.  A world without&lt;br /&gt;          curfews, without soldiers and&lt;br /&gt;          surveillance systems.  A world that&lt;br /&gt;          is not run by other men but that is&lt;br /&gt;          run by you.  I am offering you a&lt;br /&gt;          second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  JORDAN TOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The military forces have begun to swarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Four hundred years ago, a great&lt;br /&gt;          citizen made a most significant&lt;br /&gt;          contribution to our common culture. &lt;br /&gt;          It was a contribution forged in&lt;br /&gt;          secrecy and stealth although it is&lt;br /&gt;          best remembered in noise and bright&lt;br /&gt;          light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  TELEVISION STORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crowd has gathered, watching through the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          To commemorate that glorious night&lt;br /&gt;          at precisely the stroke of&lt;br /&gt;          midnight, the edifice of their&lt;br /&gt;          world will erupt with enough sound&lt;br /&gt;          and fury to shake the earth.  All I&lt;br /&gt;          ask is that you join me at the&lt;br /&gt;          gates to watch as the past is&lt;br /&gt;          erased, the pathway cleared so that&lt;br /&gt;          together we can start toward a new&lt;br /&gt;          day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  JORDAN TOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader climbs out of his limo and is met by one of his&lt;br /&gt;captains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          I want this man dead!  I want him&lt;br /&gt;          shot on sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  FINCH'S CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch can see the forces gathering outside Jordan tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          But, you ask, who am I to make such&lt;br /&gt;          promises?  A fair question but&lt;br /&gt;          hardly necessary as you know me&lt;br /&gt;          already.  To know me any more you&lt;br /&gt;          need only look to a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONTROL BOOTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VTV fills every screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Truth be told, this wasn't even my&lt;br /&gt;          idea, was it?  If you think back,&lt;br /&gt;          you'll remember that night,&lt;br /&gt;          whispering in your lover's arms.  I&lt;br /&gt;          became a part of your plan just as&lt;br /&gt;          you have now become part of mine. &lt;br /&gt;          Give me the line of the queen and&lt;br /&gt;          I'll give you your secret dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  JORDAN TOWER - HALLWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heavy battering ram is rushed down the hall, carried by&lt;br /&gt;four soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          On the twelfth stroke of the fifth&lt;br /&gt;          day of the eleventh month, I hope&lt;br /&gt;          we shall all meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  TELEVISION STORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd is much larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Until then, I bid you goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every screen suddenly goes black.  The crowd turns to each&lt;br /&gt;other, unsure of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONTROL BOOTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door explodes open.  V is standing alone, almost as if&lt;br /&gt;waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he can even move, they shoot.  Machine gun fire lights&lt;br /&gt;up the room.  V's body dances and jerks backward, smashing&lt;br /&gt;through an observation window --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling to the television stage below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  HALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A path is cleared for the Leader.  As he heads into the&lt;br /&gt;television studio, an armed soldier is heading in the&lt;br /&gt;opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to tell because of the dark face plate but&lt;br /&gt;it looks like the soldier is smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader shoves his way onto the main stage.  A group of&lt;br /&gt;soldiers is gathered around the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Who was it?  Who was he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mask is pried off, revealing the lifeless face of Roger&lt;br /&gt;Dascombe.  To the Leader, it is an obvious revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Roger Dascombe!  Of course.  Of&lt;br /&gt;          course!  It makes such perfect&lt;br /&gt;          sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;          Sir, I think there has been a&lt;br /&gt;          mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          No!  There is no mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;          But sir, there are people that say&lt;br /&gt;          they saw both the terrorist and&lt;br /&gt;          Dascombe together --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Who?  Who are these people?  They&lt;br /&gt;          must be detained immediately. &lt;br /&gt;          Whatever they saw or whatever they&lt;br /&gt;          think they saw is subordinate to&lt;br /&gt;          the truth and that truth is that&lt;br /&gt;          Roger Dascombe is the terrorist and&lt;br /&gt;          the terrorist is dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          But I thought I was the terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch's voice stops the Leader cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Finch, what are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Since I'm not in jail and since you&lt;br /&gt;          have another, even more convenient&lt;br /&gt;          suspect.  I'm guessing the charges&lt;br /&gt;          have been dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Be careful, Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          I am careful, sir.  Always.  That&lt;br /&gt;          is why I suggest that a search of&lt;br /&gt;          this building begin immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          The terrorist is dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          With all due respect, I disagree&lt;br /&gt;          and I believe that he is presently&lt;br /&gt;          trying to get out of this building&lt;br /&gt;          disguised as one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Are you challenging my authority?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          No sir, I'm trying to run an&lt;br /&gt;          investigation --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          I am trying to run a country!  When&lt;br /&gt;          I tell you, Mr. Finch, the&lt;br /&gt;          terrorist is dead, then the&lt;br /&gt;          terrorist is dead!  If you continue&lt;br /&gt;          to suggest otherwise then you will&lt;br /&gt;          leave me no choice but to have you&lt;br /&gt;          arrested on charges of sedition. &lt;br /&gt;          Do I make myself clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eyes the room.  Everyone is silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Now, it is imperative for the&lt;br /&gt;          people of London to know that they&lt;br /&gt;          are safe, that the terrorist is&lt;br /&gt;          dead and everything is under&lt;br /&gt;          control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader storms past Finch who looks at Dascombe and bites&lt;br /&gt;down on his pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Ear's black vans has been modified with large&lt;br /&gt;speakers wired to the roof.  As the van rolls down the&lt;br /&gt;street, the speakers drone with a looped message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    SPEAKERS&lt;br /&gt;          The terrorist is dead.  No further&lt;br /&gt;          threat exists.  Everything is under&lt;br /&gt;          control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the back, soldiers hurl leaflets that swirl and&lt;br /&gt;flutter in the van's wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl on the bicycle that we saw earlier stops and&lt;br /&gt;picks up one of the leaflets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a picture with the body of Roger Dascombe beneath the&lt;br /&gt;headline, "The terrorist is dead!  London is safe once&lt;br /&gt;again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LITTLE GIRL&lt;br /&gt;          Bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crumbles the leaflet and throws it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LITTLE GIRL&lt;br /&gt;          Bollocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets off her bike and takes something out of the&lt;br /&gt;backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LITTLE GIRL&lt;br /&gt;          He's not dead!  It's all bollocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to a nearby wall, she spray paints a large circle&lt;br /&gt;around a "V".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recording of VTV plays on the small television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          ... if you give me the line of the&lt;br /&gt;          queen, I'll give you your secret&lt;br /&gt;          dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic freezes the image; V stares at them, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Play it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Come on, Finch.  We've seen it&lt;br /&gt;          fifty times.  I mean, after what&lt;br /&gt;          they done to you, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;          we're even trying to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch stares out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          I don't know.  For twenty seven&lt;br /&gt;          years, I've been at this job. &lt;br /&gt;          Twenty seven years, I've done what&lt;br /&gt;          I've been told to do.  Maybe that's&lt;br /&gt;          all there is to it.  I'm just a&lt;br /&gt;          dumb old dog.  A dumb old dog that&lt;br /&gt;          only knows one trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          That ain't it, Finch.  It's more&lt;br /&gt;          than that.  I know you.  It's&lt;br /&gt;          something personal with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Maybe.  And maybe I'm not ready for&lt;br /&gt;          a revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          Well, we got less than thirty hours&lt;br /&gt;          to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          We will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          It's on the tape.  I know it.  I&lt;br /&gt;          can feel it.  He did this for a&lt;br /&gt;          reason.  He needs something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          The line of the Queen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          But what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Maybe it's a line from Shakespeare. &lt;br /&gt;          Or a book.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rewinds and starts the tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          ... This wasn't even my idea, was&lt;br /&gt;          it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          But right here.  He's talking to&lt;br /&gt;          someone.  Someone specific. &lt;br /&gt;          Someone who knows what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          If you think back, you'll --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONRAD'S BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V continues on a different television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Remember that night, whispering in&lt;br /&gt;          your lover's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Heyer is lying on her bed, eating chocolates, watching&lt;br /&gt;V through calculating eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At her feet, we hear a suckling noise that suddenly stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Helen?  Helen, why did you want&lt;br /&gt;          that tape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Shut up, Conrad.  I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shoves her foot back into his mouth and he continues to&lt;br /&gt;suck on it and each of her toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          ... now you've become a part of&lt;br /&gt;          mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          How?  How did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad moves up her ankle, licking and kissing his way to her&lt;br /&gt;knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Know what, my love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Give me the line of the Queen and&lt;br /&gt;          I'll give you your secret dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She freezes the tape.  Her eyes light up and she smiles back&lt;br /&gt;at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          All right.  You have a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad licks along the inside of her thigh until she slaps&lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh no!  Not you.  Conrad.  Not yet. &lt;br /&gt;          Here you can have a chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;          Open up.  Open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shoves the candy in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Good boy.  As for the rest of the&lt;br /&gt;          box, perhaps when you're Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Right now I need something else&lt;br /&gt;          Conrad.  I need you to use that&lt;br /&gt;          pretty little brain for me.  You&lt;br /&gt;          know all about the old underground,&lt;br /&gt;          don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nods still gagged with the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          I need to know everything,&lt;br /&gt;          understand?  Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are cameras set in front of the large black leather&lt;br /&gt;chair so that the flashing images and data of the Fate&lt;br /&gt;computer system can be seen behind the Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A makeup artist mattes down the Leader's lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ASSISTANT DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;          Ready in five, Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The makeup artist adjusts one last hair and scurries off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    ASSISTANT DIRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;          In four, three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He points and the camera's red light goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LIVING ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same family, the same squabbling children watching as a&lt;br /&gt;"Special Bulletin" interrupts a laugh track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Good evening London.  As Leader of&lt;br /&gt;          this great country, I felt it&lt;br /&gt;          imperative to speak with you and to&lt;br /&gt;          assure you once and for all that&lt;br /&gt;          the shadow that recently fell&lt;br /&gt;          across our land has indeed passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, for fuck's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  TELEVISION STORE - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          What we have endured this long year&lt;br /&gt;          was no accident, no mere&lt;br /&gt;          coincidence.  This was not a simple&lt;br /&gt;          act of terror conducted by a&lt;br /&gt;          singular madman.  No, this was a&lt;br /&gt;          test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  KITTY KAT KELLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunk struggles up onto his bar stool blocking the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          It was not me, nor the Party, nor&lt;br /&gt;          the government that was threatened&lt;br /&gt;          this year.  It was our beliefs. &lt;br /&gt;          Our faith.  I believe that God&lt;br /&gt;          himself bore witness to our&lt;br /&gt;          struggle and like Job I believe&lt;br /&gt;          that we have been vindicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk raises his glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DRUNK&lt;br /&gt;          Remember fifth of November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader reaches for his Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          How do I know this?  Let me read to&lt;br /&gt;          you where I found the answer, where&lt;br /&gt;          I so often find the answer.  In the&lt;br /&gt;          Scripture.  Revelations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  STREET CORNER - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The megaphones blast the Leader's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          "If any man have an ear, let him&lt;br /&gt;          hear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are stacks of printout everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          "He that leadeth into captivity&lt;br /&gt;          shall go into captivity; he that&lt;br /&gt;          killeth with the sword shall be&lt;br /&gt;          killed with the sword.  Here is the&lt;br /&gt;          patience and faith of the Saints."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch stops reading, listening to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          "And I beheld another beast coming&lt;br /&gt;          out of the Earth; and he had two&lt;br /&gt;          horns like a lamb and he spake as a&lt;br /&gt;          dragon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another radio crackles with the Leader's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          "And he doeth great wonders, so&lt;br /&gt;          that he maketh fire come down from&lt;br /&gt;          Heaven on the Earth in the sight of&lt;br /&gt;          men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V nods, almost laughing as Evey enters the gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          "And he deceiveth them that dwell&lt;br /&gt;          on the Earth by the means of those&lt;br /&gt;          miracles which he had the power to&lt;br /&gt;          do --"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, V, turn it off, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Of course, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reaches over and changes the frequency.  We hear voices,&lt;br /&gt;hushed and secret but we recognize them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          But how does he know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I don't know.  All I know is he&lt;br /&gt;          does... And I know what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices are labored, punctuated by gasps and moans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          What is that, V?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          That, Evey, is what I have been&lt;br /&gt;          waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Do you know what I want?  I want&lt;br /&gt;          you just like this... Bent over&lt;br /&gt;          that black leather chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pulled by the radio into --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CREEDY'S BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we see a tiny microphone hidden in the ceiling light&lt;br /&gt;above the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen moans as we drift down, glimpsing Helen, her arms&lt;br /&gt;reaching for the edges of the bed, her back arching up&lt;br /&gt;towards Creedy, behind her, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          What about Conrad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          I told you, I'll handle Conrad and&lt;br /&gt;          V will take care of Susan.  The mob&lt;br /&gt;          will take care of the guard and&lt;br /&gt;          then... You can use the Finger to&lt;br /&gt;          take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          Use the Finger?  You mean like&lt;br /&gt;          this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He inserts a finger into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh... oh... that is vulgar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          But you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, oh yes, oh you're a pig,&lt;br /&gt;          Peter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CREEDY&lt;br /&gt;          That I am, misses.  But I'm the pig&lt;br /&gt;          that's gonna be running this&lt;br /&gt;          country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sends a shiver through Helen's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Yes and I'm... I'm going to be&lt;br /&gt;          Eva... Oh Eva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes close and her fists knot the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          "Don't cry for me Argen... oh&lt;br /&gt;          Argen... Argen... tina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word is almost lost in her orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  LONDON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun rises over London.  It is the morning of the fourth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch looks through the blinds at the morning sun.  He has&lt;br /&gt;been up all night.  He checks his watch: 6:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Eighteen hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing the knot in his neck, he turns back to his office&lt;br /&gt;which is now buried beneath mounds of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic is passed out, sprawled on the couch, and clutching a&lt;br /&gt;printout from Spencer's "Fairy Queen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Dominic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic jumps, immediately searching the printout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Dominic, go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          But I've still got over three&lt;br /&gt;          hundred lines from The Fairy Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Forget it.  There's no more time. &lt;br /&gt;          You go home and get some rest. &lt;br /&gt;          You're going to need it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic lets the papers fall to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    DOMINIC&lt;br /&gt;          He's got us, doesn't he, Finch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad pulls his car into his reserved space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen holds Conrad's chin the way a mother holds a child when&lt;br /&gt;she is telling them something important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Now listen to me, Conrad.  This is&lt;br /&gt;          the most important moment of our&lt;br /&gt;          lives.  Everything I've worked and&lt;br /&gt;          hoped for comes to this.  Susan is&lt;br /&gt;          a very dangerous man, especially&lt;br /&gt;          now, that's why I need you, Conrad. &lt;br /&gt;          I need you to be stronger than him. &lt;br /&gt;          I need you to be the better man. &lt;br /&gt;          Understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          If you do this Conrad, and you do&lt;br /&gt;          it right, I'm going to turn you&lt;br /&gt;          from the little man I married into&lt;br /&gt;          the man of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, Helen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He embraces her to kiss but she turns her perfectly painted&lt;br /&gt;lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Not on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ardently, he kisses her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch sits alone, palms pressed to his bleary eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Give it up, old man.  You're not&lt;br /&gt;          even sure you want to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a red pen, he begins absently drawing red circles around&lt;br /&gt;any V he sees on any piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victims.  Vectors.  Values.  Victory.  Words from quotes and&lt;br /&gt;lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he stops.  Carefully, as if reaching to touch a&lt;br /&gt;butterfly, he slips a single sheet out from the sheaves&lt;br /&gt;covering his desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper has a long list: the names of all the Queens of&lt;br /&gt;England.  He has circled in red the V in Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it hits him, it hits him like a falling safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Christ!  That's it!  It's got to be&lt;br /&gt;          it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intercom clicks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LIEUTENANT (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Sir, Mr. Heyer is here to see you. &lt;br /&gt;          Says it's urgent.  And he's here&lt;br /&gt;          with his wife, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          His wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LIEUTENANT (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Sir, yes, sir -- Wait, you can't&lt;br /&gt;          go --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door slaps open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Leader, I'm terribly sorry but I&lt;br /&gt;          absolutely must speak with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader waves the Lieutenant off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          I have something to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;          something important but --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glances at Conrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          I can tell you and only you.  In&lt;br /&gt;          private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader studies her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          It is a matter of national&lt;br /&gt;          security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his car, Finch races to a corner and slams on the brakes. &lt;br /&gt;He gets out, staring at a shadow on the ground: a "V" in a&lt;br /&gt;circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow is cast by a sign for Victoria Station, part of&lt;br /&gt;the abandoned subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gates are chained shut.  He fires his pistol into the&lt;br /&gt;lock, kicks open the rusting gates, and descends into the&lt;br /&gt;underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S PRIVATE QUARTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader closes the door behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Now what's this all about, Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;          Heyer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Please, forgive me.  I've been so&lt;br /&gt;          afraid, afraid to come here to talk&lt;br /&gt;          to you.  I thought he must know.  I&lt;br /&gt;          was terrified he knew but I had to&lt;br /&gt;          come because I knew you were the&lt;br /&gt;          only one that can protect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Protect you from what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is unable to go on, seemingly about to burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Come now, Mrs. Heyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He touches her and it is all she needs.  She buries her face&lt;br /&gt;into his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          You won't let him hurt me, will&lt;br /&gt;          you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Let who hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          The terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          The terrorist is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, how I wanted to believe it,&lt;br /&gt;          Leader, but I know it's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Because I know who the terrorist&lt;br /&gt;          is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad is alone with Fate.  He glances about nervously,&lt;br /&gt;moving closer and closer.  His fingers reach out and graze&lt;br /&gt;the main keyboard.  Taking a deep breath, he turns and begins&lt;br /&gt;to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  PRIVATE QUARTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader takes hold of Helen by her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Who?  Who is it, woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          It's Conrad, Leader.  Conrad.  My&lt;br /&gt;          husband is the terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad accesses the department of water and power.  He finds&lt;br /&gt;the correct file and begins rerouting power to a once dead&lt;br /&gt;system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  V'S TRAIN STATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hanging light suddenly sizzles to life.  V looks up,&lt;br /&gt;smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S PRIVATE QUARTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader stares hard at Helen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          I saw him, Leader.  In the middle&lt;br /&gt;          of the night.  I heard something. &lt;br /&gt;          I went to the landing and that's&lt;br /&gt;          when I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clutches him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          That mask.  That hideous smiling&lt;br /&gt;          mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          But how did you know it was Heyer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          I know, Leader.  I know the way a&lt;br /&gt;          woman knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          But you have no proof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Proof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, proof?  This is an extremely&lt;br /&gt;          delicate situation, Mrs. Heyer.  It&lt;br /&gt;          has been reported that the&lt;br /&gt;          terrorist is dead.  It would be a&lt;br /&gt;          catastrophe to arrest a man now&lt;br /&gt;          without concrete, conclusive proof. &lt;br /&gt;          Do you have any evidence at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears well up in Helen's eyes as she shakes her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          But if you're right, if Heyer is&lt;br /&gt;          indeed the terrorist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes fly wide and he spins away from her, throwing open&lt;br /&gt;the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Leader!  Wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad sits calmly across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Is everything all right?  Helen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, Mr. Heyer, your wife has done&lt;br /&gt;          her duty to her country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns to Helen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Don't worry, Mrs. Heyer.  You will&lt;br /&gt;          be taken care of.  I will launch an&lt;br /&gt;          immediate investigation and I&lt;br /&gt;          promise, you will be the first to&lt;br /&gt;          know when an arrest will be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Investigation of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Subversion, Mr. Heyer.  Your wife&lt;br /&gt;          was privy to the dialogue of&lt;br /&gt;          subversives.  That's all you need&lt;br /&gt;          to know at this time.  Lieutenant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lieutenant appears almost instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          The Heyers are leaving.  I need to&lt;br /&gt;          see Mr. Creedy at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen looks up at the Leader, a smile hidden near the corners&lt;br /&gt;of her perfect red lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Thank you, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen and Conrad get out of the elevator, standing beneath&lt;br /&gt;the rows of new party flags that line the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          I want you to go straight to your&lt;br /&gt;          office and wait for me to call. &lt;br /&gt;          When I do, I want you to come&lt;br /&gt;          immediately home.  Understood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, Helen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She embraces him, pressing her body against his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, Conrad, I'm so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          I did it, Helen.  I did it, didn't&lt;br /&gt;          I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Tonight, Conrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          I promise you will never forget&lt;br /&gt;          tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She almost kisses him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Goodbye, Conrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, she pivots on her heel and heads for the door.  He&lt;br /&gt;reaches for her when --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    GUARD&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Heyer!  Mr. Heyer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front desk guard rushes towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    GUARD&lt;br /&gt;          Sir, this package arrived for you,&lt;br /&gt;          sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hands him a small, brown wrapped box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks back for Helen but she is already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SUBWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single flashlight beam creeps toward us as Finch searches&lt;br /&gt;the detritus of the dead train line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONRAD'S CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at a stoplight, Conrad decides to open the package. &lt;br /&gt;Inside is a cassette tape.  The light changes and a car&lt;br /&gt;behind him honks.  He starts forward and inserts the tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SUBWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch crawls up onto the platform of V's hidden station,&lt;br /&gt;staring at the beautiful old train car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONRAD'S CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangling the steering wheel, Conrad listens to the tape. &lt;br /&gt;The speedometer climbs as everything seems to accelerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TAPE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Do you know what I want?  I want&lt;br /&gt;          you just like this... bent over&lt;br /&gt;          that black leather chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen moans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch steps inside the car, his flashlight sweeping over the&lt;br /&gt;stacks of gelignite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONRAD'S CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scream builds in Conrad.  With tears in his eyes, he stares&lt;br /&gt;out the windshield but sees only the images created by the&lt;br /&gt;tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    TAPE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Use the Finger?... You mean like&lt;br /&gt;          this?... Oh... That's vulgar... But&lt;br /&gt;          you like it?... Yes... oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad loses control and the car careens up onto the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;and smashes into a brick wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifting his bloodied forehead, Conrad looks out and sees the&lt;br /&gt;ubiquitous poster partially destroyed by the crash: "Strength&lt;br /&gt;through purity, purity through faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch hears something and jerks back, almost falling out of&lt;br /&gt;the car.  Aiming his gun, he finds no one.  He turns and&lt;br /&gt;bolts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sound of his footsteps fade, V steps out of the&lt;br /&gt;shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader's Lieutenant looks up from his desk and sees Finch&lt;br /&gt;rushing towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Is the Leader in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LIEUTENANT&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, but he's meeting with the&lt;br /&gt;          Captain of the Guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LIEUTENANT&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Finch, you can't go in --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch charges through the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader and his Captain turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Finch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Leader, I need as many men the&lt;br /&gt;          Captain can spare and I need them&lt;br /&gt;          right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;          What for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          To capture codename V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creedy opens the trunk of his car.  In the phosphorescent&lt;br /&gt;glow of the streetlight, the set of knives gleam.  He bundles&lt;br /&gt;the costume that he tried to planet on Finch into his arms,&lt;br /&gt;then slams the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above, a window blind that was cracked open snaps shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader moves towards Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          He's underground.  The old subway. &lt;br /&gt;          I know exactly what he's going to&lt;br /&gt;          do.  If we move quickly, we can be&lt;br /&gt;          there, waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad waits, hidden inside a bedroom closet.  He hears the&lt;br /&gt;front door close and his grip tightens around the handle of a&lt;br /&gt;long, steel-necked hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader is steadily convincing himself of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Leader, every second we delay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader lifts his hand, silencing Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          I'm coming with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    GUARD&lt;br /&gt;          Sir --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          There will be no discussion --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    GUARD&lt;br /&gt;          But if Mr. Finch is right --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          I am sick to death of this&lt;br /&gt;          terrorist being everywhere and&lt;br /&gt;          nowhere!  I will judge whether Mr.&lt;br /&gt;          Finch is right and I will judge it&lt;br /&gt;          with my own eyes!  Do I make myself&lt;br /&gt;          clear, Captain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;          Sir, yes, sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch is suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling that is common to&lt;br /&gt;chess players.  It is the disturbing sense that you have just&lt;br /&gt;done exactly what your opponent wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Is there a problem, Mr. Finch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          No... no sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Good.  Captain, mobilize your men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;          Sir, yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          We'll find this bloody bastard and&lt;br /&gt;          we will finish him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey sits in the gallery, reading Pynchon's "V" just as V had&lt;br /&gt;done.  She suddenly feels V watching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          V?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey smiles as V steps out of the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          V, what's going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Change, Evey.  That's all.  Just&lt;br /&gt;          change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Is it going to be violent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, I suppose it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creedy empties a bottom drawer, making room to hide the&lt;br /&gt;costume.  As he does, the closet door behind him slowly&lt;br /&gt;creeps open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V stands at the jukebox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          But why?  Why must is be violent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Because, Evey, that is the nature&lt;br /&gt;          of change.  She is a temperamental&lt;br /&gt;          creature that appears in earnest&lt;br /&gt;          rarely but, when she does, she will&lt;br /&gt;          wear one of two faces.  The first&lt;br /&gt;          face is the destroyer.  It is&lt;br /&gt;          lamentable but all true change&lt;br /&gt;          begins with death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark figure stands over Creedy.  The hammer raises, a slash&lt;br /&gt;of silver against the velvety darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V punches a button on the jukebox just as --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hammer falls with a sickening soft crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song begins to play; a melancholy song that says goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood pours down Creedy's snarling face, he snatches one of&lt;br /&gt;V's knives as another hammer blow cracks through his collar&lt;br /&gt;bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He screams, lunging at Conrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V listens to the song, the smiling eyes somehow knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hammer falls again and again until the metal head is&lt;br /&gt;slick with blood and meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad stumbles back, dropping the hammer.  He looks down at&lt;br /&gt;the hilt of the knife protruding from his stomach.  He yanks&lt;br /&gt;it out and holds V's knife which is bright red with his own&lt;br /&gt;blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He collapses to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          What is the other face, V?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          The other face?  She is the true&lt;br /&gt;          face of change.  The face of the&lt;br /&gt;          creator.  She is the one that&lt;br /&gt;          remakes the world.  Evey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, V?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          May I ask you for a favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          It is a small thing but it would&lt;br /&gt;          mean a great deal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I've never danced before.  I've&lt;br /&gt;          thought about it many times, here&lt;br /&gt;          in this room, listening to the&lt;br /&gt;          music.  But I've always been alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey smiles and crosses to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          It would be my pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opens his arms and she steps into them.  They dance,&lt;br /&gt;standing very close, his gloved hand holding tightly to hers,&lt;br /&gt;her smile against his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozens of military vehicles swarm around the entrance to&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Station while heavily armed men pour through the&lt;br /&gt;gates of the underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Thank you, Evey.  You are an&lt;br /&gt;          excellent dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          All it takes is a little practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Alas, I have run out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bows, pressing his frozen lips to her hand.  Evey is&lt;br /&gt;suddenly nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          V?  What are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Don't you remember?  I have a date&lt;br /&gt;          tonight, Evey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          You're coming back though, aren't&lt;br /&gt;          you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seizes hold of his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          V, I won't let you leave unless you&lt;br /&gt;          promise me that you will come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Of course, I'll be back.  You don't&lt;br /&gt;          think you can be rid of me now, do&lt;br /&gt;          you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Just promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lets him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN STATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers swarm through the station.  Susan stares in shock,&lt;br /&gt;outraged by the mere presence of the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Mark my words, Mr. Finch, this man&lt;br /&gt;          is going to become an example so&lt;br /&gt;          that every man, woman, and child in&lt;br /&gt;          this country will remember what&lt;br /&gt;          happens to those who would ever&lt;br /&gt;          think to stand against the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns to the Captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Captain, I need a gas unit down&lt;br /&gt;          here with enough nerve gas to fill&lt;br /&gt;          every rat-hole in these tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the lights go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          I don't think that will be&lt;br /&gt;          necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          There are over one hundred of the&lt;br /&gt;          best trained soldiers in this&lt;br /&gt;          country down here.  Let him come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN TUNNELS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five soldiers creep forward in a tight formation, their&lt;br /&gt;flashlights probing every nook and cranny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind them, a secret passage opens and V steps out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is among them with frightful speed, a grinning dervish&lt;br /&gt;with blades like metal fangs ripping and rending flesh,&lt;br /&gt;slashing bright in the flashlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other soldiers rush towards the screams and gunfire but they&lt;br /&gt;find only five bodies and warm blood running down the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Captain, what's happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    RADIO (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          No sign sir.  Repeat, no sign of&lt;br /&gt;          him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;          They lost him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the opposite end, there is another series of screams and&lt;br /&gt;machine gun fire that lights up the dark tunnel for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;Then, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          This... this is a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Don't tell me you're a coward, Mr.&lt;br /&gt;          Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the tunnels, V drops from above, his cloak a swirling&lt;br /&gt;cloud of squid ink that hides him in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, quicksilver knives lash out, drawing fonts of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN STATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch can feel the panic that is spreading through the&lt;br /&gt;tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Leader, we have to get out of here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          This was your idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          It was a mistake.  This is what he&lt;br /&gt;          wants.  He knows us, Leader.  He&lt;br /&gt;          knows us too well.  We have to get&lt;br /&gt;          out of here before it's too late --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice rings out from hidden speakers, echoing through the&lt;br /&gt;tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Good evening citizens of London. &lt;br /&gt;          This is the voice of Fate.  Your&lt;br /&gt;          fate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          What trick is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Tonight, the face of London is&lt;br /&gt;          going to change and I am going to&lt;br /&gt;          offer you the chance to change with&lt;br /&gt;          her.  Your Leader is finished.  He&lt;br /&gt;          will not leave these tunnels alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader screams to be heard over the resonant voice of V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          This is an outrage!  I order you&lt;br /&gt;          not to listen to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          At midnight tonight, the Head will&lt;br /&gt;          be destroyed and a new era will&lt;br /&gt;          begin.  You must now decide if you&lt;br /&gt;          are going to be a part of that era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere, terrified soldiers listen to the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          You can choose to stay here and die&lt;br /&gt;          with your Leader or you can choose&lt;br /&gt;          to be free.  The decision is yours&lt;br /&gt;          and yours alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Captain, order all your men to fall&lt;br /&gt;          back and secure this position!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Some of you have wives.  Some of&lt;br /&gt;          you have families.  All of you have&lt;br /&gt;          lives.  Consider each of them as&lt;br /&gt;          you ask yourself, are they a part&lt;br /&gt;          of the past, or are they a part of&lt;br /&gt;          the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;          Fall back.  Fall back and secure&lt;br /&gt;          the central platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the tunnel, two soldiers look at each other. &lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously, they drop their guns and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Any man that disobeys this order&lt;br /&gt;          will be court marshaled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groups of solders drop their weapons and disappear into the&lt;br /&gt;shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Captain!  Captain, where are your&lt;br /&gt;          men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The station fills with the sound of boots running wildly&lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Goddammit, I will not tolerate this&lt;br /&gt;          insubordination!  I want those&lt;br /&gt;          deserters shot, Captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch slowly draws back away from the Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Shot on sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few men on the platform are soon the only men left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CAPTAIN&lt;br /&gt;          You!  You!  Point position.  We're&lt;br /&gt;          getting out of here!  Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A knife sings through the air and buries itself in the&lt;br /&gt;Captain's chest.  With a tiny rasp, he falls to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining men bolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Traitors!  You cowards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs for the Captain's machine gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          I know who you are!  I'll see you&lt;br /&gt;          hang!  Every last one of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You" echoes down the dark empty throat of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader looks around, his flashlight sweeping in big arcs&lt;br /&gt;as he realizes that he is alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Finch?  Finch!  Finch, goddammit,&lt;br /&gt;          you can't leave me!  Don't leave&lt;br /&gt;          me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          You are going to die as you ruled --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader screams, whipping around towards the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile is as cold and as sharp as the knife that flicks&lt;br /&gt;from his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader raises his gun just when the knife sinks into his&lt;br /&gt;shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howling in pain, he drops the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Damn you!  Damn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V smiles into the spot of his flashlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Conrad?  Is that you?  You're&lt;br /&gt;          working with Finch, aren't you? &lt;br /&gt;          And Creedy!  You're all in this&lt;br /&gt;          together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V closes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          You, most of all, should know,&lt;br /&gt;          Leader.  You created me.  Without&lt;br /&gt;          you, I would never be.  More than&lt;br /&gt;          life, Leader, you gave me purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V draws his final blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          "He that killeth with the sword,&lt;br /&gt;          shall be killed with the sword."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V raises the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Noooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Don't move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V and the Leader turn to find Finch aiming a machine gun at&lt;br /&gt;V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Finch!  Oh god, Mr. Finch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Drop the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V does and Susan begins an almost hysterical laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, I knew it, Mr. Finch.  I knew&lt;br /&gt;          you wouldn't desert me.  You're a&lt;br /&gt;          good man, Finch.  A damn good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          No, Mr. Susan.  No, I'm not.  I'm a&lt;br /&gt;          man who does his job and does what&lt;br /&gt;          he's told.  For twenty seven years,&lt;br /&gt;          that's all I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He steps toward V, staring into his smiling black eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Careful, Mr. Finch.  He's quick as&lt;br /&gt;          the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finch ignores the Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          I've read Delia's diary over and&lt;br /&gt;          over all year.  It sickens me but I&lt;br /&gt;          am unable to judge her.  I am as&lt;br /&gt;          guilty as she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Mr. Finch, what are you doing? &lt;br /&gt;          Shoot him.  Kill the bastard,&lt;br /&gt;          Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          I have no excuse.  I did what I was&lt;br /&gt;          told to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Finch, I order you to shoot him! &lt;br /&gt;          Finch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          My job was to find you and catch&lt;br /&gt;          you.  I've done my job.  I've done&lt;br /&gt;          it for the last time.  I'm tired of&lt;br /&gt;          it.  I'm tired of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tosses the gun to the Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Kill him yourself if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader seethes, his eyes boring into Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    FINCH&lt;br /&gt;          Thank you, V.  And goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Goodbye, Mr. Finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The machine gun burst shatters the quiet concrete silence. &lt;br /&gt;Finch falls dead at V's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          I warned you, Finch, the penalty&lt;br /&gt;          for treason is death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aims the gun at V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Are you ready to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          The real question is, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    LEADER&lt;br /&gt;          Do you really believe you can pick&lt;br /&gt;          up that knife before I pull this&lt;br /&gt;          trigger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          No.  But I don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost casually, V bends down to pick up the knife --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader screams and fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullets knock V back a bit but he continues, grabbing the&lt;br /&gt;knife and standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes widening with disbelief, the Leader fires another blast&lt;br /&gt;as V begins walking towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The machine gun roars, bullets shredding out through the back&lt;br /&gt;of V's cloak as he continues with short deliberate steps&lt;br /&gt;until --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hammer clicks against the pin.  The gun is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V stands before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          You see?  You cannot kill me. &lt;br /&gt;          There is no flesh and blood within&lt;br /&gt;          this cloak to kill.  There is only&lt;br /&gt;          an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          And ideas are bulletproof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leader screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V drives the knife into his heart, killing him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V stands alone amidst the carnage and seeping pools of red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His body wavers.  He takes his hands out from beneath his&lt;br /&gt;cloak and reveals his gloves, wet with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front door opens and Helen enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Creedy?  Creedy, you dumb bastard,&lt;br /&gt;          you left your car parked in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks up the stairs to the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          What did I tell you?  Creedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  BEDROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She steps into the room, her sole and heel sinking into the&lt;br /&gt;plush carpet soaked with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she sees Creedy's head mashed open, she covers her&lt;br /&gt;mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Helen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad has propped himself against the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Conrad!  What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          I won, Helen.  I did it.  I won. &lt;br /&gt;          I'm the better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He crawls toward her, slipping on the wet carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          We've been through a bad patch,&lt;br /&gt;          Helen.  But now, he's gone...&lt;br /&gt;          There's nothing to come between&lt;br /&gt;          us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reaches for her foot, his hand gloved with wet red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Don't touch me!  You stupid piece&lt;br /&gt;          of shit!  You've ruined it!  I had&lt;br /&gt;          it all planned perfectly and you've&lt;br /&gt;          ruined it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She checks her watch; two hours to midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          I have to get out of here!  I have&lt;br /&gt;          to get away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad seizes hold of her ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          Helen --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          No!  Let go!  Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look in his eyes frightens her.  She tries to kick free&lt;br /&gt;of him but he won't let go.  Twisting, she reaches for the&lt;br /&gt;door but slips on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          Conrad, damn you!  Let me go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          No, Helen, you're not leaving me...&lt;br /&gt;          not this time... not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He crawls up her body still clutching the bloody knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    HELEN&lt;br /&gt;          No, please!  Oh god, no!  Oh god,&lt;br /&gt;          please help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conrad raises the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    CONRAD&lt;br /&gt;          No one can help us, Helen.  God is&lt;br /&gt;          dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knife falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey hears V on the spiral staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          V?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet footprints trail behind V as he struggles down the&lt;br /&gt;stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          You came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nods and then collapses, rolling down the rest of the&lt;br /&gt;stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          V!  V!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running to him, she falls to his side.  His clothes are slick&lt;br /&gt;with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Oh god, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Evey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          You need a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          It's too late for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          No, don't say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Evey, listen to me.  I've not long&lt;br /&gt;          and there are things that must be&lt;br /&gt;          said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice strains beneath the mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I have done that which I came to&lt;br /&gt;          do.  Now, it is time for me to rest&lt;br /&gt;          and with me the past will, at last,&lt;br /&gt;          find peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trembling, Evey holds him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          But the world, the world is not&lt;br /&gt;          saved... Do not think that, when&lt;br /&gt;          the fires die and the smoke clears,&lt;br /&gt;          there is no miracle... there is&lt;br /&gt;          only a path... upon which they must&lt;br /&gt;          learn to rule themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, they need you, V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Not me, Evey, not me.  I told you I&lt;br /&gt;          am the villain.  The destroyer...&lt;br /&gt;          But yes, they will need help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reaches up and wipes a tear from her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I kept my promise to you, Evey...&lt;br /&gt;          Now you must promise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Promise me... you will discover the&lt;br /&gt;          face under this mask... but you&lt;br /&gt;          will never look beneath it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Promise me.  Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Sweet Eve.  Wherever I shall go, I&lt;br /&gt;          shall always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          V, you are not going anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Midnight... Midnight.  Eve... Make&lt;br /&gt;          them remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          You're not going to die, V!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          Let me be there, Evey, when it&lt;br /&gt;          begins... Please, let me hear the&lt;br /&gt;          music, one last time... my music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I won't let you die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          I know you won't... I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          V!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V&lt;br /&gt;          My love... Ave Atque vale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding him as tight as she can, she feels his life drain&lt;br /&gt;away, slipping through her arms in the way the last grains of&lt;br /&gt;sand pour through the neck of the hourglass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She buries her face beside his and weeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An enormous crowd has begun to gather in the streets&lt;br /&gt;surrounding the New Government Building.  With the crowd, a&lt;br /&gt;restlessness swells against each barricade erected by the&lt;br /&gt;military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sergeant stands on an armored car, speaking through a&lt;br /&gt;megaphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    SERGEANT&lt;br /&gt;          Return to your homes!  There is&lt;br /&gt;          nothing to see!  The terrorist is&lt;br /&gt;          dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    RABBLE ROUSER 1&lt;br /&gt;          He ain't dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    RABBLE ROUSER 2&lt;br /&gt;          He'll be here, just like he said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SHADOW GALLERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey huddles against the stair railing, her face tear&lt;br /&gt;stained, staring at the lifeless body of V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I remember... I remember staring at&lt;br /&gt;          the mask, at that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She touches the mask, her fingers finding its edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Part of me couldn't believe he was&lt;br /&gt;          dead and maybe that was why.  The&lt;br /&gt;          smile was still the same. &lt;br /&gt;          It made me want to tear it off so I&lt;br /&gt;          could see the face, so I could see&lt;br /&gt;          that he was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her fingers stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          But I had promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          You will discover the face under&lt;br /&gt;          this mask but you will never look&lt;br /&gt;          beneath it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I began to try to imagine his face. &lt;br /&gt;          Of course, I had long pictured my&lt;br /&gt;          father behind that smile but I knew&lt;br /&gt;          in my heart that V was not my&lt;br /&gt;          father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey stares into the eyes, the dark, empty eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Yet every time I pictured another&lt;br /&gt;          face, any face, something was lost,&lt;br /&gt;          something important was somehow&lt;br /&gt;          diminished.  V was more than a&lt;br /&gt;          face.  V was V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her expression changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          And then, quite suddenly, quite&lt;br /&gt;          naturally, I realized whose face&lt;br /&gt;          must be beneath that mask.  It was&lt;br /&gt;          the only face that mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I won't let you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I know you won't... I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small smile creeps across her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight approaches and the crowd feels it.  Spilling&lt;br /&gt;everywhere, they fill the streets like a flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey sets a final violet carson on the chest of V.  He is&lt;br /&gt;lying on a bed made of gelignite, covered in roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching his mask, she bends over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Goodbye, my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenderly, she presses her lips to the smile, her eyes&lt;br /&gt;closing, her final tears blinking free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She backs away and V smiles, his lips wet with her kiss, his&lt;br /&gt;cheek wet with her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          "Ave Atque vale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train platform, Evey reaches through the window and&lt;br /&gt;starts the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I looked it up the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wheels churn as the train lurches forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          "Hail and farewell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          "Make them remember..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watches the train disappear into the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          They will, my love.  They will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd surges against a barricade when a voice cries out&lt;br /&gt;across the city echoing through the megaphone on every&lt;br /&gt;corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          "Remember, remember, the fifth of&lt;br /&gt;          November!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High above the gathered mass, a masked figure steps out onto&lt;br /&gt;a roof parapet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd explodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SUBWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train barrels along, screaming against its rusted rails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  ROOFTOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed as V, Evey stands on the roof's edge, speaking into a&lt;br /&gt;microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          I have come here tonight to keep a&lt;br /&gt;          promise.  A promise that is over&lt;br /&gt;          four hundred years old.  Tonight I&lt;br /&gt;          am here to give you your freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the crowd bursts into a frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Since mankind's dawn a handful of&lt;br /&gt;          oppressors have accepted the&lt;br /&gt;          responsibility over our lives,&lt;br /&gt;          responsibility that we should have&lt;br /&gt;          accepted ourselves.  By doing so,&lt;br /&gt;          they took our power.  By doing&lt;br /&gt;          nothing, we gave it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice booms over the mesmerized crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Tonight, our world will change. &lt;br /&gt;          Our leaders will be gone and we&lt;br /&gt;          must choose what comes next.  A&lt;br /&gt;          return to the chains of others or&lt;br /&gt;          lives of our own.  A world of the&lt;br /&gt;          past or one of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feels the sea of humanity beneath her, almost channeling&lt;br /&gt;their energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Let us choose carefully, London,&lt;br /&gt;          and when we do, let us mark well&lt;br /&gt;          and remember, remember this fifth&lt;br /&gt;          of November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd screams as one and their scream becomes --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SUBWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train hurling like a bullet through a gun barrel.  Ahead&lt;br /&gt;the tracks end, buried beneath the rubble of the collapsed&lt;br /&gt;tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  TRAIN CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the rattling train, V lays in perfect repose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Let me be there, Evey, when it&lt;br /&gt;          begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  ROOFTOPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden and alone, Evey pulls the mask from her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Please let me hear the music... one&lt;br /&gt;          last time... my music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost unconsciously, Evey raises her hand and coaxes the&lt;br /&gt;first soft notes as he had once done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          At first, you have to listen&lt;br /&gt;          carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The violins of the 1812 overture steadily rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    V (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          Ah, yes.  There it is.  Beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;          is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey smiles, her hand still gently conducting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, my love.  Yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT.  SUBWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the clash of cymbals, the train crashes into the wall of&lt;br /&gt;rubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire building opens like a time-lapsed rose blooming&lt;br /&gt;with brilliant orange petals of flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd is awash in the baptismal glow of erupting flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  ROOFTOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey watches the explosion, a star-burst of flaming debris&lt;br /&gt;searing against the night sky like fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  CITY STREET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The masses burst through the barricades with a euphoric&lt;br /&gt;frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT.  ROOFTOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The explosion begins to slowly die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I know that there is only one way&lt;br /&gt;          to repay him for what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks down at the mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          And I know that that way is going&lt;br /&gt;          to take a lot of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    EVEY (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;          I know this like I know the sun&lt;br /&gt;          will rise tomorrow and beneath that&lt;br /&gt;          new sun, our work will begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire fades and Evey turns, cradling the mask, and walks&lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                FADE OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615527-114361601876327662?l=seriousmovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriousmovie.blogspot.com/feeds/114361601876327662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615527&amp;postID=114361601876327662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615527/posts/default/114361601876327662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615527/posts/default/114361601876327662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriousmovie.blogspot.com/2006/03/credit-insert-coin.html' title='Credit (Insert coin)'/><author><name>vieome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824273542406288436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615527.post-114337415931716977</id><published>2006-03-26T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T03:55:59.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Vendetta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vieomevendetta.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615527-114337415931716977?l=seriousmovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriousmovie.blogspot.com/feeds/114337415931716977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615527&amp;postID=114337415931716977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615527/posts/default/114337415931716977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615527/posts/default/114337415931716977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriousmovie.blogspot.com/2006/03/v-for-vendetta.html' title='V for Vendetta'/><author><name>vieome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824273542406288436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615527.post-113895928542838641</id><published>2006-02-03T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:44:30.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papparazzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1319/2188/1600/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1319/2188/320/p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night seems to be, a good night to&lt;br /&gt;go to the movie house, as it is always &lt;br /&gt;empty. This past monday 30 of January &lt;br /&gt;2006 I took myself to watch Pappa(rat)zi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time travel&lt;br /&gt;The lady selling the popcorn I knew her,&lt;br /&gt;well not knew her, but I remembered her&lt;br /&gt;from the days when I was a kid and used&lt;br /&gt;to go to watch the movies. Funny thing,&lt;br /&gt;she remembered me too. After more then&lt;br /&gt;twenty years she was still working &lt;br /&gt;behind the popcorn machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange what you remember, there&lt;br /&gt;was also this kid there, well only&lt;br /&gt;he is not really a kid anymore, but&lt;br /&gt;I remembered him from my younger days&lt;br /&gt;too. Yesterday when I came to watch&lt;br /&gt;mama Jack was my first return back to this &lt;br /&gt;house in in twenty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady with the poporn greated me&lt;br /&gt;with the words "Hi my friend". I&lt;br /&gt;was flooded with nostalgia, I had&lt;br /&gt;spent most of my teenage years in&lt;br /&gt;this place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the movie house waiting&lt;br /&gt;for the movie to start. I was the&lt;br /&gt;only one in the movie house.&lt;br /&gt;Some local music was playing, but &lt;br /&gt;I think bob marley would of being&lt;br /&gt;a nicer sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then crawling near the skreen I saw&lt;br /&gt;a rat It was about the size of my,&lt;br /&gt;well it was big. A few people, five&lt;br /&gt;maybe six people walked in and the&lt;br /&gt;rat did not barge, as far as it&lt;br /&gt;was concerned it owned the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papparatzi is a must watch film. &lt;br /&gt;There is so much to learn from&lt;br /&gt;this film. The hidden message is&lt;br /&gt;revenge is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems this night for (I) was &lt;br /&gt;all about nostalgia. The film&lt;br /&gt;took me back to a little sea side&lt;br /&gt;town called Eastborne. The place&lt;br /&gt;I was when Diana died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A modern kennedy question... where&lt;br /&gt;were you? The scene where the &lt;br /&gt;guys with cameras are chasing&lt;br /&gt;our main guy bo, I (swear) I seen&lt;br /&gt;a black merk, just a single image.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Sizemore is the rat in the &lt;br /&gt;film, remember him from natural&lt;br /&gt;born killers. He always gives you&lt;br /&gt;that feel like he is somone out&lt;br /&gt;of pulp fiction. He paints a pretty&lt;br /&gt;good picture of the sterio-typical&lt;br /&gt;ratzis.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the collection&lt;br /&gt;This film is a definite must for&lt;br /&gt;the Dvd collection. As a bonus&lt;br /&gt;it is from the stable of the &lt;br /&gt;guy who gave us passion of the&lt;br /&gt;Christ.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;noodle&lt;br /&gt;This is really the actors telling&lt;br /&gt;the ratzis that (they) make their&lt;br /&gt;lifes miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615527-113895928542838641?l=seriousmovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriousmovie.blogspot.com/feeds/113895928542838641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615527&amp;postID=113895928542838641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615527/posts/default/113895928542838641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615527/posts/default/113895928542838641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriousmovie.blogspot.com/2006/02/papparazzi.html' title='Papparazzi'/><author><name>vieome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824273542406288436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615527.post-113895272223939225</id><published>2006-02-02T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:43:24.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1319/2188/1600/mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1319/2188/320/mama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second Review&lt;br /&gt;If you have just arrived here, you might&lt;br /&gt;think of this as the first review because&lt;br /&gt;of the default layout of blogging. In&lt;br /&gt;accounting this is what is known as LIFO&lt;br /&gt;Last in first out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intention this sunday was to watch a&lt;br /&gt;film called Papaprazi, but I got to the&lt;br /&gt;movie House a bit late and it was fully&lt;br /&gt;booked. There were five films in total&lt;br /&gt;and all except mama jack was fully booked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by default I was forced to watch mama&lt;br /&gt;Jack. I bought the usual coke and popcorn&lt;br /&gt;the cornerstone of my movie going life. &lt;br /&gt;I decided to be open minded about mama jack.&lt;br /&gt;I also intented to watch out for the audience&lt;br /&gt;reaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the screening room and was &lt;br /&gt;surprised to see it jam packed. In my estimation&lt;br /&gt;it was more then fully booked. They were people&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the stairs and the front seats, the ones&lt;br /&gt;that no likes, were full and had people sitting on&lt;br /&gt;the floor in front of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience &lt;br /&gt;An adult audience, was frecked with some&lt;br /&gt;young kids. I sat next to a women who had come to&lt;br /&gt;the cinema alone. On my right slouching his way, two&lt;br /&gt;seats to the right, was a guy who also had come to&lt;br /&gt;the cinema alone. He nibbled his popcorn like a rat &lt;br /&gt;with intentions of making the popped corn last the&lt;br /&gt;duration of the film. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still laughing. Yes I would recommend anyone&lt;br /&gt;who is able to let go of his expectations watch &lt;br /&gt;this film. There was this three year old kid&lt;br /&gt;and I tell you he was wetting his pants with&lt;br /&gt;laughter. Leon sorry dont know how to spell&lt;br /&gt;schutsers, comedy is in a class all by itself.&lt;br /&gt;Its about breaking boundaries. He reminds us&lt;br /&gt;that we are all only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus&lt;br /&gt;The american women is hotstuff. Like a cross&lt;br /&gt;between Carrie Ann and Kate moss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite line&lt;br /&gt;The Foggal cop: Okay say in Africaans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice&lt;br /&gt;Always and I cant stress it enough, always&lt;br /&gt;make sure there is water in the pool before&lt;br /&gt;diving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary&lt;br /&gt;Mama jack is a character of such magnitude that&lt;br /&gt;only someone as talented as Leon could bring to&lt;br /&gt;life on the big screen. It is a definite must &lt;br /&gt;for the collection, but dont hurry to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the price to come down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21615527-113895272223939225?l=seriousmovie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seriousmovie.blogspot.com/feeds/113895272223939225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21615527&amp;postID=113895272223939225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615527/posts/default/113895272223939225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21615527/posts/default/113895272223939225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seriousmovie.blogspot.com/2006/02/mama-jack.html' title='Mama Jack'/><author><name>vieome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02824273542406288436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21615527.post-113843224705576140</id><published>2006-01-27T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:10:47.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Crashers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1319/2188/1600/wc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1319/2188/320/wc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now thats what I am laughing about.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed until I (Tarfed). Apart from the&lt;br /&gt;women in the film making it a male pleaser&lt;br /&gt;I think that many women (two) will enjoy this&lt;br /&gt;film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you say tits backwards, I am not so&lt;br /&gt;sure, but you will see aspan of that. The&lt;br /&gt;film has a strictly 18 certificate, lucky&lt;br /&gt;it, I only got an O level certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite line...&lt;br /&gt;The first oqueen: You shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;when you talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is my first film review, a site that&lt;br /&gt;evloved out of the foggal times. I watched a&lt;br /&gt;lot of films. I stopped counting when they&lt;br /&gt;introduced video. This review is about weddding&lt;br /&gt;crashers, a film that is definitly funny histeriacal&lt;br /&gt;Haa Haa, a blaudy good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont watch it twice&lt;br /&gt;I took my self to watch wedding crashers for&lt;br /&gt;a second time. I realised that I did not have&lt;br /&gt;enough information to complete my review.&lt;br /&gt;This time I found less laughs, but the laughs&lt;br /&gt;that are to be had are big laughs, I talking in&lt;br /&gt;the range from something like marys hair gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time round I took notes of the gate&lt;br /&gt;crashing rules. I also realised that I have&lt;br /&gt;gate crasshed a few weddings in my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince Vaugh is now larger then life. Remember&lt;br /&gt;he made is impact when he stole the show in&lt;br /&gt;Mikes film about wanna be actors and comedians&lt;br /&gt;life styles. The man who gave us E.T and Oscars Schindlers&lt;br /&gt;list in some way predicted vinces rise to fame by&lt;br /&gt;casting him in his amazzing Jurasic park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pairing of Clive Owen and Vaugh takes this movie&lt;br /&gt;to a definte must for your DvD collection. &lt;br /&gt;I will end this first review with a few gate&lt;br /&gt;crashing rules of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of gate crashing     &lt;br /&gt;1. Never arrive to early. Best to get there when people&lt;br /&gt; have soaked up a bit of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;2. Become the heart of the party.&lt;br /&gt;3. Act like you belong.&lt;br /&gt;4. Take a present.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to the church. I wish I had thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a good story to tell about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;7. Know that always someone will be there to try&lt;br /&gt; and expose you for the alien you are. The best thing&lt;br /&gt; is to silence that person before they speak, by&lt;br /&gt; giving them the illusion that you know the main&lt;br /&gt; people of the party.&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend some time with the old&lt;br /&gt;9. Spend some time with the young&lt;br /&gt;0. 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