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[Gordon pops a champagne bottle]
Evey: What is this all about?
Gordon: I'm celebrating.
Evey: Celebrating what?
Gordon: I think this could be the best show we've ever done.
Gordon: [on the television] Very good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Listen. We've got an extraordinary show for you tonight. You're not going to believe it. As a matter of fact, I don't think I do. Would you please give a warm welcome to our own Chancellor Adam Sutler!
["God Save the Queen" plays on the background as an impersonator of Adam Sutler enters]
Mother: No way!
Girl with Spectacles: It can't be!
Gordon: We threw out the censor-approved script, and shot a new one I wrote this morning.
Evey: Oh, my god.
[Cuts to the audience applaud on being threatened by the fake Sutler's soldiers. Evey chokes on her champagne]
Gordon: Chancellor, Chancellor, Chancellor. I understand you've been under tremendous strain lately since the beginning of this whole terrorism business, and we thought it would be a nice idea to try and help you relax. Girls?
[Deitrich's girls arrive with a humidor, from where the fake Sutler takes a cigar. Another girl offers him a glass of milk]
Fake Sutler: Ah! Warm milk. There's nothing better.
Gordon: I understand you enjoy a glass every night, Chancellor.
Fake Sutler: Since I was a boy. [The real Sutler is shown sitting in his bunker while watching, holding a glass of milk] But you're wrong, Mr Deitrich. The terrorist was never a serious concern.
Gordon: (in background) Oh, really?
[A prankster dressed as V ties the fake Sutler's shoelaces together, whilst replacing his cigar with an exploding one]
Girl with Spectacles: It's him!
Gordon: Chancellor, Chancellor, are you saying that he's not still alive and active?
Fake Sutler: The terrorist has been neutralised.
[The cigar explodes as the fake Sutler huffs from it.]
Gordon: Oh, my God, Chancellor, look! The terrorist!
Fake Sutler: The terrorist! [The camera pans to the fake V among the musicians, scraping a washboard] Get him! [Sutler walks toward the fake V, but having been shoe-laced, stumbles.]
Gordon: Oh, dear!
[As Boots Randolph's "Yakety Sax" plays, the show plays a sped-up chase of V, the girls, and the soldiers, while the fake Sutler still struggles to get off from being shoe-laced. An actor in a gorilla suit appears randomly and bangs his chest with his fists. Gordon then throws a banana peel, and the fake V slips on it, and is tackled by the fake Sutler's soldiers]
Fake Sutler: At last! And now, for all the world to see!
[The fake Sutler approaches the fake V, now restrained by the soldiers. He unmasks the fake V, who was revealed to be another Sutler impersonator]
Girl with Spectacles: [As her mother gasps and shakes her head] It's him!
Fake V/Sutler: Unhand me! I am your chancellor!
[A group of old men, who are watching the show, laugh out loud]
Fake Sutler: How dare you! I am the chancellor!
[Gordon makes a funny act of confusion, pointing to one fake Sutler after the other]
Fake V/Sutler: Imposter! [the two fake Sutlers tackle each other in a farcical fight. Gordon makes a funny act of sympathy before they get back up.] Soldiers! That man is the terrorist!
Fake Sutler: I order you to shoot that traitor!
Fake V/Sutler: Liar!
Fake Sutler: Faker!
Fake V/Sutler: Fraud!
Fake Sutler: Ready...
Fake V/Sutler: Aim...
Fake Sutlers: [together, as Gordon blocks his ears with his fingers in a funny act of fright] FIRE!
[The soldiers shoot both fake Sutlers. The curtain closes, the entire public is left laughing and as Gordon bows down to the clapping audience, another fake V sneaks in from the cyclorama, snickering as he holds a cigar. The real Sutler shatters the glass of milk in his hand as he watches]
Evey: What is this all about?
Gordon: I'm celebrating.
Evey: Celebrating what?
Gordon: I think this could be the best show we've ever done.
Gordon: [on the television] Very good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Listen. We've got an extraordinary show for you tonight. You're not going to believe it. As a matter of fact, I don't think I do. Would you please give a warm welcome to our own Chancellor Adam Sutler!
["God Save the Queen" plays on the background as an impersonator of Adam Sutler enters]
Mother: No way!
Girl with Spectacles: It can't be!
Gordon: We threw out the censor-approved script, and shot a new one I wrote this morning.
Evey: Oh, my god.
[Cuts to the audience applaud on being threatened by the fake Sutler's soldiers. Evey chokes on her champagne]
Gordon: Chancellor, Chancellor, Chancellor. I understand you've been under tremendous strain lately since the beginning of this whole terrorism business, and we thought it would be a nice idea to try and help you relax. Girls?
[Deitrich's girls arrive with a humidor, from where the fake Sutler takes a cigar. Another girl offers him a glass of milk]
Fake Sutler: Ah! Warm milk. There's nothing better.
Gordon: I understand you enjoy a glass every night, Chancellor.
Fake Sutler: Since I was a boy. [The real Sutler is shown sitting in his bunker while watching, holding a glass of milk] But you're wrong, Mr Deitrich. The terrorist was never a serious concern.
Gordon: (in background) Oh, really?
[A prankster dressed as V ties the fake Sutler's shoelaces together, whilst replacing his cigar with an exploding one]
Girl with Spectacles: It's him!
Gordon: Chancellor, Chancellor, are you saying that he's not still alive and active?
Fake Sutler: The terrorist has been neutralised.
[The cigar explodes as the fake Sutler huffs from it.]
Gordon: Oh, my God, Chancellor, look! The terrorist!
Fake Sutler: The terrorist! [The camera pans to the fake V among the musicians, scraping a washboard] Get him! [Sutler walks toward the fake V, but having been shoe-laced, stumbles.]
Gordon: Oh, dear!
[As Boots Randolph's "Yakety Sax" plays, the show plays a sped-up chase of V, the girls, and the soldiers, while the fake Sutler still struggles to get off from being shoe-laced. An actor in a gorilla suit appears randomly and bangs his chest with his fists. Gordon then throws a banana peel, and the fake V slips on it, and is tackled by the fake Sutler's soldiers]
Fake Sutler: At last! And now, for all the world to see!
[The fake Sutler approaches the fake V, now restrained by the soldiers. He unmasks the fake V, who was revealed to be another Sutler impersonator]
Girl with Spectacles: [As her mother gasps and shakes her head] It's him!
Fake V/Sutler: Unhand me! I am your chancellor!
[A group of old men, who are watching the show, laugh out loud]
Fake Sutler: How dare you! I am the chancellor!
[Gordon makes a funny act of confusion, pointing to one fake Sutler after the other]
Fake V/Sutler: Imposter! [the two fake Sutlers tackle each other in a farcical fight. Gordon makes a funny act of sympathy before they get back up.] Soldiers! That man is the terrorist!
Fake Sutler: I order you to shoot that traitor!
Fake V/Sutler: Liar!
Fake Sutler: Faker!
Fake V/Sutler: Fraud!
Fake Sutler: Ready...
Fake V/Sutler: Aim...
Fake Sutlers: [together, as Gordon blocks his ears with his fingers in a funny act of fright] FIRE!
[The soldiers shoot both fake Sutlers. The curtain closes, the entire public is left laughing and as Gordon bows down to the clapping audience, another fake V sneaks in from the cyclorama, snickering as he holds a cigar. The real Sutler shatters the glass of milk in his hand as he watches]
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[just as the Old Bailey demolition report is broadcast]
Patricia: You think people will buy this?
Dascombe: Well, why not? This is the BTN. Our job is to report the news, not fabricate it. That's the government's job.
Patricia: You think people will buy this?
Dascombe: Well, why not? This is the BTN. Our job is to report the news, not fabricate it. That's the government's job.
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[two guards watch Creedy via CCTV, when the lights go out, V captures him and starts Ludwig van Beethoven's Symphony No.5 playing]
Guard #1: What's he doing in the dark there?
Guard #2: Creepy Creedy. Not sure I want to know.
V: Sutler can no longer trust you, can he, Mr Creedy? And we both know why. After I destroy Parliament, his only chance will be to offer them someone else, some other piece of meat. And who will that be? You, Mr Creedy. A man as smart as you has probably considered this. A man as smart as you probably has a plan. That plan is the reason Sutler no longer trusts you. It's the reason you're being watched right now, why there are eyes and ears in every room of this house and a tap on every phone.
Creedy: Bollocks.
V: Oh, a man as smart as you, I think, knows otherwise.
Creedy: What do you want?
V: Sutler. Come now, Mr Creedy, you knew this was coming. You knew that one day, it'd be you or him. That's why Sutler's been kept underground for "security purposes". That's why there are several of your men close to Sutler. Men that can be counted on. All you have to do is say the word.
Creedy: What do I get out of this deal?
V: Me. [lifts a chalk up to Creedy] If you accept, put an X on your front door.
Creedy: [lifts his hand to take the chalk] Why should I trust you?
V: Because it's the only way you're going to stop me.
[Creedy takes the chalk]
Guard #1: What's he doing in the dark there?
Guard #2: Creepy Creedy. Not sure I want to know.
V: Sutler can no longer trust you, can he, Mr Creedy? And we both know why. After I destroy Parliament, his only chance will be to offer them someone else, some other piece of meat. And who will that be? You, Mr Creedy. A man as smart as you has probably considered this. A man as smart as you probably has a plan. That plan is the reason Sutler no longer trusts you. It's the reason you're being watched right now, why there are eyes and ears in every room of this house and a tap on every phone.
Creedy: Bollocks.
V: Oh, a man as smart as you, I think, knows otherwise.
Creedy: What do you want?
V: Sutler. Come now, Mr Creedy, you knew this was coming. You knew that one day, it'd be you or him. That's why Sutler's been kept underground for "security purposes". That's why there are several of your men close to Sutler. Men that can be counted on. All you have to do is say the word.
Creedy: What do I get out of this deal?
V: Me. [lifts a chalk up to Creedy] If you accept, put an X on your front door.
Creedy: [lifts his hand to take the chalk] Why should I trust you?
V: Because it's the only way you're going to stop me.
[Creedy takes the chalk]
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After V has just saved her from the Fingermen and finished his verbose introduction
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Vi veri veniversum vivus vici
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A fake ID works a lot better than a Guy Fawkes mask.
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Are you like a crazy person?
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Artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use them to cover the truth up.
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August the 18th. Of the original four dozen, over 75 per cent are now deceased. No controllable pattern has yet emerged.
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By the power of truth, I while living have conquered the universe.
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First BTN Speech
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First part of his third BTN speech
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God is in the rain.
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I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care; I am me. My name is Valerie. I don't think I'll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography I'll ever write, and God - I'm writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tuttlebrook, and she used to tell me that God was in the rain. I passed my 11th lesson into girl's grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sara. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase people outgrew. Sara did. I didn't. In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me; he told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I had only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free.
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I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening, while things like Norsefire and the Articles of Allegiance became powerful. I remember how different became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much. They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses and apologised to no-one. I shall die here. Every inch of me will perish. Every inch but one. An inch … it is small, and it is fragile, but it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that, whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you. Valerie.