Good evening London. Allow me first to apologize for this intrusion. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comfort of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemeration and therby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle. A celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in leiu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words are the means to meaning and for those who will listen the announciation of truth. And the truth is; there is something terribly wrong with this country isn't that? Cruelty and injustice. Intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveilliance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now High Chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent obidient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than 400 years ago a great citizen wished to embed the 5th of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So, if you've seen nothing. If the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, than I would suggest that you allow the 5th of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek. Then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight outside the gates of Parliament and together we will give them a 5th of November that shall never ever, be forgotten!

 

Creedy: It's time to have a look on your face. Take off your mask.

V: No

Creedy: Defying to the end. But you won't cry like him will you? You're not afraid of death, you're like me.

V: The only thing that you and I have in common, Mr. Creedy, is we are both about to die.

Creedy: How do you imagine that's going to happen?

V: With my hands around your neck.

Creedy: Bollucks. Watch you going to do, huh? We've swept this place, you've got nothing, nothing but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We have guns.

V: No, what you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty, I am no longer standing, because if I am, you'll all be dead before you've it reloaded.

Creedy: That's impossible. Kill him!

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V: My turn.

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Creedy: Die!... Die!..

V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.

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