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                              V FOR VENDETTA
      
      
      
                                Written by
      
                         Larry and Andy Wachowski
      
      
      
                 Based on the graphic novel by Alan Moore
      
      
      
      
      
      FADE IN:
      
      In the darkness, we hear a voice, a woman's voice.  Her name
      is Evey.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                "Remember, remember, the fifth of
                November, the gunpowder treason and
                plot.  I know of now reason why the
                gunpowder treason should ever be
                forgot."
      
      Her voice has a strength that is metered by a calmness, a
      deep centered peace that we can feel.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                Those were almost the very first
                words he spoke to me and, in a way,
                that is where this story began,
                four hundred years ago, in a cellar
                beneath the Houses of Parliament.
      
      In the darkness, we find a lantern.  Guy Fawkes, a dangerous
      man who wears a goatee, is struggling with a wheelbarrow
      stacked with barrels of gunpowder.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                In 1605, Guy Fawkes attempted to
                blow up the Houses of Parliament.
      
      The wheelbarrow bumps over the heavy stone mortar of the
      cellar floor.  From the dark depths, we hear the sound of
      dogs.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                He was caught in the cellars with
                enough gunpowder to level most of
                London.
      
      Guy sees lanterns coming from both sides.  He tries to run as
      the dogs reach him first.  He grabs for his sword as dozens
      of pole axes pin him against the tunnel's stone wall.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                Sometimes I wonder where we would
                be if he hadn't failed.  I wonder
                if it would have mattered.
      
      In the dim pre-dawn light, Guy is led to the gallows.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                I suppose the answer is in the
                rhyme.  More than the man, what we
                must remember is the plot itself.
      
      The coarse noose of rope is snugged up to Guy's throat.  He
      looks into the crowd until he finds a face, a woman's face,
      staring up at him.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                For in the plot we find more than
                just a man, we find the idea of
                that man, the spirit of that man,
                and that is what we must never
                forget.
      
      The lever is thrown and the woman looks down, a tear falling
      down her face.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                This, then, is the story of that
                idea, of that spirit that began
                with an anarchist's plot four
                hundred years ago.
      
      Guy's body hangs in silhouette, lifeless against a red
      morning sun.
      
                                                      FADE OUT.
      
      FADE IN:
      
      INT.  SUBURBAN HOUSE
      
      A young Evey sits on her father's lap, combing her Barbie's
      hair.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                I was born near the end of the
                millennium, the year 1997.  My
                father used to say that people were
                so afraid that the world was going
                to end that they were willing it to
                happen.
      
      Her father sits beside her mother on the living room couch,
      watching the news.  From the look on their faces, the news is
      bad.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                I don't remember much of the
                century's turn.  I don't remember
                the market crash or the plague or
                any of the Trafalgar riots.
      
      The television flickers with images of heavily armed soldiers
      fighting in a shelled city.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                I've read about them since but I
                don't recall how any of them
                impacted my life except for the
                fear.  They would hide it from me,
                like a secret between them.
      
      Little Evey sees her father staring at her mother.  They
      take hold of each other's hand, clasping them tight.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                But I could feel it.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      It is a new day.  People are gathered along the street as if
      they were waiting for a parade.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                Of the chaos that seemed to swallow
                the beginning of the 21st century,
                there is one thing I do remember.
      
      Evey holds her father's hand.  Unable to see what is coming,
      she can hear it.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                Very clearly, I can remember that
                sound.
      
      We hear them, hundreds of marching soldiers.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                And I remember those boots, black
                leather that gleamed bright in the
                morning sun.  I had never seen such
                boots.  All moving in perfect
                unison.
      
      Little Evey hides in the forest of adults, clinging to her
      father's leg, staring as row after row of boots march by with
      military precision.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      In the midst of a political rally for the emerging new party
      calling itself Norsefire, we find little Evey now on her
      father's shoulders.
      
      Dascombe, a young man, paces the podium, inciting the crowd.
      
                          DASCOMBE
                The time has come, London, to
                return to a bygone age, an age of
                tradition, an age of values that
                have been disparaged and all but
                forgotten.  What this country needs
                is a leader!  A true leader to
                remind us of that age.  A righteous
                leader with the strength of his
                moral convictions to do what must
                be done.  I give you that man!  I
                give you our leader!  Adam Susan!
      
      Adam Susan rises and the crowd cheers.  Evey's father looks
      at her mother and again they clasp hands.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                It must have seemed so easy to
                them.  They offered such a simple
                deal; give up control and we will
                restore order.
      
      INT.  SUBURBAN HOUSE
      
      Little Evey is asleep in her bedroom.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                At first, the arrests were
                political.  Dissidents.  Radicals. 
                Liberals.
      
      A loud crash of splintering wood wakes her up.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                When my parents were younger, they
                had been activists.  They had
                marched with Labor in the great
                train strike.
      
      The sound of heavy boots swarms through the house.
      
                          LITTLE EVEY
                Mommy?
      
      Her bedroom door bursts open and a heavily armed soldier
      scoops her up.
      
      She is carried through the dark house which is filled with
      soldiers.  On the floor of the living room, she sees her
      parents being bound with plastic zip-ties.
      
                          MOTHER
                My daughter!  Don't take my
                daughter!
      
                          FATHER
                Evey!  Evey!
      
                          LITTLE EVEY
                Mommy!  Daddy!
      
      A heavy black hood is pulled over each of her parent's heads
      as Evey is carried out of the house.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                I never saw them again.  Overnight,
                my life, my entire world was
                erased.
      
      INT.  BATHROOM
      
      A nun with a switch in her crossed arms watches as Evey and
      several other little girls scrub the floor of a dormitory
      bathroom.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                It was done so quickly and
                violently, so completely, that it
                began to seem that it had never
                even existed.
      
      A tear rolls down Little Evey's cheek.
      
      EXT.  HOUSE
      
      A gay man is dragged violently from his Piccadilly home. 
      Outside, he sees his lover being forced to the cobblestones.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                The homosexuals were next.  What
                God had started with AIDS had to be
                finished by man.  It was God's
                work.  That's what we were told.
      
      He reaches for him as the clubs rise and fall, vicious and
      bloody.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                But once they were gone, there was
                someone else.  Someone different.
      
      In another neighborhood, we see the police arresting
      Pakistanis.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                Someone dangerous.
      
      In a different area, young black men are packed into a caged
      van so tightly they are unable to move.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                There were those who understood
                what was happening, who knew it was
                wrong but who kept silent.
      
      A young detective named Finch looks down as the van pulls
      away.  When he looks up, another man in a military uniform
      whose name is Almond is watching him.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                And in the vacuum of that silence,
                order was imposed.
      
      Finch sticks his pipe in his mouth and turns away.
      
      EXT.  STREET
      
      Again, we see the marching boots.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                Order that was like those boots,
                order that required rigorous
                discipline.  Order that is exactly
                the same, where each single step
                falls with every step.  The order
                of the many shaped into one.
      
      We move through the columns of marching soldiers to a wall
      where a poster has been plastered up.  The poster reads,
      "Strength Through Purity, Purity Through Faith."
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                Somehow in my heart, I knew it
                wouldn't last.
      
      As the sound of the marching fades, a shadow falls over the
      sign.
      
      After a moment, we hear the hiss of spray paint.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                What they thought they had crushed,
                the spirit they believed trampled
                and ground beneath the marching of
                their boots, rose up, rose as if
                from a four hundred year old grave,
                rose to remind us all that day.
      
      The shadow sprays a "V" over the poster.
      
                                                      FADE OUT.
      
      FADE IN:
      
      Close on a loudspeaker.  There is one on every major street
      corner.
      
                          FATE (V.O.)
                Good evening, London.  It's nine
                o'clock, the fourth of November in
                the year 2019 and this is the voice
                of Fate broadcasting on 275 and 285
                of the medium wave.
      
      Beneath the loudspeaker is a surveillance system labeled,
      "For your protection."
      
      Bubble eyed lenses iris at the end of stalks that move,
      insect-like, racheting and clicking as they watch a little
      girl pedal her bicycle.  The little girl glances nervously
      over her shoulder up at the mechanical eyes watching her.
      
                          FATE (V.O.)
                People of London, be advised --
      
      EXT.  EVEY'S APARTMENT
      
      There is a radio on a small makeup table.
      
                          FATE (V.O.)
                -- that Braxton and Streathon are
                quarantine zones as of today.
      
      Evey is now a young woman.  She slips into a dress that is
      little more than a nightgown.  She tries to adjust it,
      pulling it down at the hem, pulling it up at the thin
      shoulder straps, but it is like trying to hide behind a
      lamppost.
      
                          FATE (V.O.)
                It is suggested that these area be
                avoided for reasons of health and
                safety.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      Another radio in a room that seems to be of another world.
      
                          FATE (V.O.)
                Good news following the
                productivity reports from
                Herefordshire indicating a possible
                end to meat rationing starting mid
                February.
      
      A man enters the room as he once entered the world.  His body
      is lean and strong and though we do not see his face, there
      is a strength in his carriage, a power to his presence.
      
      INT.  EVEY'S APARTMENT
      
      She packs tissue paper into the toes of a pair of high heels
      that are too big for her.
      
                          FATE (V.O.)
                Police raided seventeen homes in
                the Birmingham area, uncovering
                what is believed to be a major
                terrorist ring.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      We move over a dressing bureau, past a wig and over a pair of
      black leather gloves, moving until we find the mask; it is
      like something from the masquerade ball of another era.  It
      has an exaggerated goatee, harlequin cheeks and a smile,
      forever fixed, at once be-guiling and be-deviling.
      
                          FATE (V.O.)
                Twenty eight people, eight of them
                women, are currently in detention
                awaiting trial.
      
      INT.  EVEY'S APARTMENT
      
      Evey coats her lips with a lascivious red.  She stares into
      the mirror, her makeup like a mask over her own face.
      
                          FATE (V.O.)
                And that is the face of London
                tonight.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      The man, now fully dressed in cloak, hat, and mask gazes into
      the mirror.
      
      This is V.
      
                          FATE (V.O.)
                And this is the voice of Fate
                signing off and bidding you a
                pleasant evening.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      Close on Evey's high heels, stumbling and awkward as she
      walks down a dark cobblestoned street.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      Close on V's boots walking in the opposite direction so that
      it seems they are walking towards each other.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                I don't know what brought us
                together that night.  I had never
                been to that part of Westminster
                but ever since I've known him, I've
                stopped believing in coincidence.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      Evey looks up and sees a man standing mostly in shadow.
      
                          EVEY
                Excuse me?  Uh... excuse me,
                Mister?
      
      The man turns around.  It is not V.
      
                          EVEY
                Would you like... uh, would you
                like to sleep with me?
      
      He smiles.
      
                          EVEY
                I mean, for money.
      
                          MAN
                That is the clumsiest bit of
                propositioning I've ever heard.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh god, I'm sorry.
      
                          MAN
                Is this your first time, darling?
      
                          EVEY
                Yes, no, I mean for money.  But I
                know what you want and I'll do it.
      
      She presses her body to his, using her little girl eyes and
      her woman's mouth.
      
                          EVEY
                Anything you want, mister.  Please,
                I need the money.  I know I'm young
                but I promise I know what I'm
                doing.
      
                          MAN
                No.  You don't know what you're
                doing.
      
      He pulls out his wallet and shows her a badge.  The sight of
      it knocks the breath out of her.
      
                          EVEY
                Christ, you're a Fingerman.
      
                          FINGERMAN 1
                Give the little lady a prize.
      
                          FINGERMAN 2
                I've got something to give her.
      
      Evey turns and there are more Fingermen behind her.
      
                          FINGERMAN 1
                Prostitution is a class H offense. 
                Know what that means?  It means
                that we get to exercise our own
                judicial discretion --
      
                          FINGERMAN 2
                And you get to swallow it.
      
      The Fingermen laugh.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh god, please.  It's my first
                time.  Please don't hurt me.
      
                          FINGERMAN 1
                Gosh, fellas, look at those big
                innocent eyes.  What do you think?
      
                          FINGERMAN 3
                Spare the rod, spoil the child.
      
      Fingerman 2 laughs hard as he drops his pants.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh no!
      
      He shoves her face first against a brick wall, lifting her
      dress to expose her bottom.
      
                          EVEY
                Please, don't!
      
                          FINGERMAN 3
                You heard the man, sweetie.  This
                rod's for your own good.
      
      Suddenly, they are no longer alone.
      
                          V
                "The multiplying villainies of
                nature do swarm upon him."
      
                          FINGERMAN 3
                What the hell --
      
                          V
                "And fortune, on his damned
                quarrel, smiling, showed like a
                rebel's whore."
      
                          FINGERMAN 1
                We're police officers, pal.
      
                          FINGERMAN 4
                We're with the Finger.
      
                          FINGERMAN 3
                So bugger off!
      
                          V
                "Disdaining fortune with his
                brandished steel, which smoked with
                bloody execution."
      
      In the clenched fist of black leather, we see a flash of
      steel.
      
                          FINGERMAN 1
                He's got a knife!
      
      V attacks and at once we know this is no normal human being. 
      A single blow sends the largest of the Fingermen flying
      backwards.
      
      But more than his strength, it is his speed.
      
      A gun is cocked but before the hammer falls, a knife is
      buried in the Fingerman's chest and --
      
      Before the body falls, the knife is gone.
      
      It takes a handful of seconds and three bodies lay on the
      ground.  V turns to the last Fingerman who is struggling to
      pull his pants up.
      
                          FINGERMAN 3
                Jesus Christ!  Don't hurt me!
      
      V steps forward and he screams, bolting while holding his
      pants up.
      
                          V
                Good evening.
      
                          EVEY
                Who -- Who are you?
      
                          V
                Me?  I imagine all manner of names
                shall be heaped upon my humble
                visage but, for now, let us simply
                say I am the villain.
      
      He throws wide his cloak and bows deeply to her.
      
                          V
                And you would be?
      
                          EVEY
                Evey.
      
                          V
                Of course.
      
      They hear sirens rushing towards them.  In a blink, he scoops
      her up and dashes into the shadows of a narrow alleyway.
      
      EXT.  ROOFTOPS
      
      Police cars and several ambulances swarm over the area with
      the dead Fingermen.
      
      V watches them from above.
      
                          EVEY
                Why did you do that?  Why did
                you... help me?
      
                          V
                Why indeed?
      
      He takes out an old antique pocket watch.  It is almost
      midnight.
      
                          V
                Almost time.
      
                          EVEY
                For what?
      
                          V
                For the music.
      
                          EVEY
                Music?
      
                          V
                Yes, music.  My music.  You see. 
                Evey, I am a performer.
      
                          EVEY
                Is that why you're wearing a mask?
      
                          V
                We all wear masks.  Life creates
                them and forces us to find the one
                that fits.  Do you know what day it
                is?
      
                          EVEY
                Uh... November fourth.
      
                          V
                Not for long.
      
      He looks out where, rising above the rooftops, he can see Big
      Ben.
      
                          V
                "Remember, remember, the fifth of
                November, the gunpowder treason and
                plot.  I know of no reason why the
                gunpowder treason should ever be
                forgot."
      
      The second hand sweeps into the final minute.
      
                          V
                Tell me, Evey, what good is an
                actor that plays his part to an
                empty theatre?
      
                          EVEY
                I don't know.
      
                          V
                Nor do I.  That's why you are here. 
                I need you, Evey.  I need someone
                to listen.
      
                          EVEY
                To your music?
      
                          V
                Yes.  Yes, to my music.
      
      From his sleeve, he pulls a conductor's wand.
      
                          V
                Can you hear it?  It's already
                begun.
      
      He begins to lightly tap the wand in the air and, very
      faintly, we hear it.
      
                          EVEY
                I can't hear anything.
      
                          V
                At first, you have to listen very
                carefully...
      
      He continues to conduct and we begin to hear the music,
      violins and horns that seem almost like a whisper or a wind
      that steadily swells.
      
                          V
                Ahh, yes.  There it is.  Beautiful,
                is it not?
      
      He turns to the parapet, his gestures growing grander as the
      music rises and we recognize Tchaikovsky's 1812 overture.
      
      The music mounts a climax and V points the wand at Big Ben as
      cymbals crash --
      
      Big Ben explodes with such force the world seems to shake,
      while --
      
      V, smiling, always smiling, points again with another
      crescendo and --
      
      The statue of justice is blown to smithereens.
      
      V nods in appreciation while mustering the music towards it's
      finale as fireworks begin lighting up the sky.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh my...
      
      Everywhere across the city, people stand transfixed by the
      dazzling shimmer of the fireworks until --
      
      A strobing final blitz leaves a single, starry image floating
      in the smoke filled sky.
      
      It is the letter V.
      
                          EVEY
                It's beautiful...
      
                          V
                Thank you.
      
      From every direction, the city screams with the panicked
      sound of sirens.
      
      EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING
      
      A massive modern building that is the seat of the new
      government.
      
      A long, black car pulls up to the entrance.  Adam Susan gets
      out, wearing a long black trenchcoat over his pajamas.  He is
      the Leader and he looks older, heavier, and meaner.
      
      He hurries past the heavily armed guards, barely
      acknowledging the snap and cock of their Nazi-like salute.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      The Leader enters his main chambers and we see the Fate
      computer system.
      
      It is a cerebral cortex for a vast intelligence network. 
      Information can almost be felt coursing through its hard
      drives.
      
      The Leader sits, at once regaining a measure of composure. 
      He takes a deep calming breath and accesses the system.
      
      Dozens of monitors fill with images from all across the city,
      most of them are of the damage caused by V.
      
                          LEADER
                Gentlemen, I will hear your reports
                now.  Mr. Heyer, speak for the Eye.
      
      Conrad Heyer appears on one of the screens.  He is at his
      desk inside the command center for the Eye, the governmental
      organization responsible for the visual surveillance systems.
      
                          CONRAD
                We have less than two minutes of
                usable footage, Leader.  It took
                the suspect less than a minute to
                dispatch the Finger's vice patrol.
      
      On an insert screen, we see grainy footage of V rescuing Evey
      from one of the pole-mounted cameras.
      
                          CONRAD
                As you can see, the suspect's
                reflex speed is extraordinary.  As
                is his strength.
      
      As the last body falls, V seems to pause and looks back over
      his shoulder straight into the camera.
      
                          LEADER
                Freeze it!
      
      The Leader stares at the smiling face.
      
                          CONRAD
                I'm afraid the mask makes retinal
                identification impossible.
      
                          LEADER
                Mr. Etheridge, report for the Ear!
      
      Bunny Etheridge appears on another screen.  Behind him, huge
      spooling reels of audiotape wind constantly.
      
                          ETHERIDGE
                We were able to triangulate the
                origin of the fireworks.  We also
                are currently monitoring a lot of
                phone surveillance indicating a
                high percentage of conversation
                concerned with the explosions.  All
                suspect or significant transcripts
                are being forwarded to Mr. Almond.
      
                          LEADER
                Very good.  Mr. Finch, speak for
                the Nose.
      
      Finch, no longer the same young man, stands at the site of
      the fireworks launch.
      
                          FINCH
                Thanks to Etheridge, we found the
                launch for the fireworks.  These
                appear to be individually weighted
                flares and we have found traces of
                the same chemicals at both of the
                detonation sites which leads us to
                conclude that, despite a level of
                sophistication, these devices are
                all home-made with over the counter
                chemicals, making them impossible
                to trace.  Whoever he is, Leader,
                he's good.
      
                          LEADER
                Thank you for that professional
                annotation.
      
      An intercom opens.
      
                          LIEUTENANT (V.O.)
                Leader, Mr. Almond has arrived.
      
                          LEADER
                Very good.  Gentlemen, keep me
                informed of any further
                developments.  England prevails.
      
      They answer in unison as Almond enters the office.  His face
      is harder but he has the same violent gleam in his eye.
      
      The Leader turns in his chair.
      
                          LEADER
                Mr. Almond, do you know what this
                is behind me?
      
                          ALMOND
                Uh... the Fate computer system,
                sir?
      
                          LEADER
                No.  No sir.  It's more than that. 
                This, this computer is a symbol,
                Mr. Almond.  A symbol of the
                highest attainable goal of mankind. 
                Do you know what that goal is, Mr.
                Almond?
      
      Almond does not.  The Leader leaps from his chair while
      pounding the desk.
      
                          LEADER
                Control, Mr. Almond!  Control!  The
                world around us is a changing,
                directionless, amoral morass and it
                is up to man and man alone to set
                things right!
      
      He moves around the desk at Almond.
      
                          LEADER
                Without control, man is nothing
                more than any other stinking,
                sweating, brute animal.  Control,
                Mr. Almond.  The control that we
                have painstakingly built up over
                the last ten years.  Now, do you
                understand what happened last
                night?
      
                          ALMOND
                We... lost control.
      
                          LEADER
                Yes, Mr. Almond.  Last night
                someone did the unthinkable. 
                Someone hurt us.  It is imperative
                that we act swiftly and precisely. 
                I want that man found, Mr. Almond. 
                I want his head or, by god, I'll
                have yours.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      Evey is wearing a blindfold and V leads her by her
      fingertips, guiding her almost as if they were dancing...
      
      His fingers slip free of her and she reaches out.
      
                          EVEY
                Wait.  I've lost you.
      
                          V
                No, you haven't.
      
      He is behind her and he removes the blindfold, revealing his
      house to her.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh...
      
      It is a labyrinth of interconnecting underground tunnels and
      rooms.
      
      The gallery is the main room as it is filled with an amazing
      collection of human culture.  There is art that spans from
      the renaissance to the painted covers of Eerie comics,
      literature that ranges from Shakespeare to Spillane,
      philosophy from Plato to Bukowski, and a vast collection of
      nonfiction.
      
      There are movie posters everywhere and an entire wall is
      lined with videocassettes.
      
      A jukebox stands in front of an enormous vinyl and CD
      collection of music.
      
                          EVEY
                A jukebox?  Where did you get it?
      
                          V
                I saved it.  Like everything here.
      
      She punches a button and Billie Holiday begins to sing.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh, it's beautiful.  I've never
                heard anything like it.
      
                          V
                Of course not.  You grew up in
                their world.  Art is created by
                individuals and there are no
                individuals in a world where you
                are told what to think.
      
                          EVEY
                This place is amazing.
      
                          V
                You're welcome to stay.
      
      She stops suddenly and looks at him.  The offer is terribly
      exciting but it is so unlike anything she has ever done that
      it's almost impossible to imagine.
      
                          EVEY
                Stay here... with you?
      
                          V
                Yes.  If you like.
      
                          EVEY
                I... I don't even know your name.
      
                          V
                I don't have a name.  But you can
                call me V.
      
                          EVEY
                V?  V... I like that.
      
      And she returns his smile.
      
      EXT.  JORDAN TOWER
      
      The only operating broadcast tower in London; home of the
      Mouth.
      
      INT.  RADIO BROADCAST BOOTH
      
      Lewis Prothero leans forward and lets his voice pour like
      syrup over the microphone.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Good morning, London.  This is the
                voice of Fate -- Damn.
      
      He stops and coughs.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Good morning -- ack.  Good morning
                Lond-- Goddammit!  Where is my
                bloody tea?!
      
      In the control booth, Roger Dascombe, his hair thinner now,
      rubs his temple.
      
                          DASCOMBE
                Would someone get his lordship his
                bloody tea?
      
      He clicks on the microphone.
      
                          DASCOMBE
                Lewis, they want this report on the
                first hour --
      
                          PROTHERO
                I know.  I know.  Damned
                inconvenient this entire affair. 
                Fine.  Let's try again.
      
      He clears his voice and the red "record" light turns on.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Good morning, London.  It is 6 am,
                the fifth of November 2019 and this
                is the voice of Fate.  The new day
                brings good news and bright
                prospects from overseas, where
                negotiations with New China are
                moving in a positive direction. 
                Last night's scheduled demolition
                of two deteriorating landmarks went
                off without a hitch.
      
      Dascombe is unable to stop himself from smiling.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Spokesman for the Interior ministry
                said both structures were severely
                damaged and judged to be a danger
                to the unsuspecting public.  Plans
                for new landmarks are well
                underway.
      
      Prothero sits back, shaking his head.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Do you believe this crap, Dascombe?
      
                          DASCOMBE
                It's not our job to believe it,
                Lewis.  Our job is to tell the
                people --
      
                          PROTHERO
                "Exactly what they tell us."  I
                Know but do you think that people
                will believe it?
      
                          DASCOMBE
                They will if it's you that's
                telling it to them.  Now let's try
                it again.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      V is alone, listening to the first morning broadcast.
      
                          PROTHERO (V.O.)
                ... plans for new landmarks are
                already well underway.
      
      He clicks off the radio.  Walking down a hall, he stops and
      peers into Evey's new bedroom.
      
      She is fast asleep, looking remarkably at peace.  Quietly, he
      shuts the door.
      
      EXT.  TRAIN STATION
      
      People are hurrying to board a departing train.
      
      INT.  TRAIN CAR
      
      Prothero is staring out his window.
      
                          PROTHERO
                "Remember, remember, the fifth of
                November..."
      
      He talks to his bodyguards almost as if talking to himself.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Do you suppose that's why he did
                it?
      
                          BODYGUARD 1
                Sir, who did what, sir?
      
                          PROTHERO
                Guy Fawkes.  He tried to blow up
                Parliament.
      
      The guards look at each other, confused.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Don't they teach history in school
                anymore?
      
                          BODYGUARD 1
                Sir, we're both straight military,
                sir.
      
                          BODYGUARD 2
                Sir, yes, sir.  I was fighting in
                Ireland by the time I was sixteen.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Yes, of course.  My mistake.
      
      He turns back to his window.
      
      EXT.  RAILROAD
      
      The train rumbles along, heading for a tunnel.
      
      INT.  TRAIN CAR
      
      Prothero watches the countryside rolling past.
      
                          PROTHERO
                I love trains.  I remember riding
                the underground with my father. 
                Shame they shut them all down.
      
      Bodyguard 1 looks out the opposite window just as the train
      enters the tunnel.
      
                          BODYGUARD 1
                What the hell's that!
      
      EXT.  TRAIN
      
      For a flashing instant, we see V in silhouette, cloak
      swirling around him like dark wings as he jumps from the
      bridge onto the train.
      
      INT.  TRAIN CAR
      
      Prothero and Bodyguard 2 stare at Bodyguard 1.
      
                          BODYGUARD 1
                I thought I saw a man jumping onto
                the train.
      
                          BODYGUARD 2
                The train's doing almost seventy. 
                It would break his legs.
      
                          BODYGUARD 1
                You're right, I... It must have
                been rags.
      
      EXT.  TRAIN
      
      Deep in the tunnel, a dark figure glides across the rooftops.
      
      INT.  CONDUCTOR'S CAB
      
      The conductor hears something on the roof.  He peers up just
      as V swings down, smashing feet first into the cab.
      
      INT.  TRAIN CAR
      
      The brakes suddenly lock, throwing Bodyguard 2 into Prothero.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Get off of me!
      
      A moment later, the lights are cut off and the entire train
      is plunged into complete darkness.
      
                          BODYGUARD 2
                What the fuck is going on?
      
                          BODYGUARD 1
                Lock the car doors.
      
                          PROTHERO
                I have a lighter... somewhere...
      
                          BODYGUARD 2
                I can't find the lock -- wait.  Hey
                wha--
      
      There is a muffled shriek followed by a sharp snap.
      
                          BODYGUARD 1
                What's happening --
      
      There is another sound, like the leather slap of a boxer
      pounding a heavy bag, followed by the sound of the heavy bag
      collapsing onto the floor.
      
                          PROTHERO
                I found it!
      
      He flicks on the lighter and, in the dim light of its flame,
      he sees the smiling face.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Oh god.
      
      V sits casually, arms folded, across from Prothero.  The
      bodyguards lay dead on the floor.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Who are you?  What do you want? 
                Money?  Is that it?
      
      V just smiles.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Wait, wait.  You're, you're the one
                that blew the Bailey.
      
      V nods and Prothero's eyes go wide.
      
                          PROTHERO
                You're making a mistake.  I'm
                nobody --
      
      On the floor, he sees the bodyguard's gun.  He kills the
      lighter and dives for it.
      
      In the darkness, we hear the struggle.  It ends quickly. 
      When the lighter flicks back on, V is holding it and the gun.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Oh god, what do you want?
      
                          V
                I've come to offer you a choice. 
                Commander Prothero.
      
                          PROTHERO
                What -- What did you call me?
      
                          V
                Commander Prothero.
      
      Prothero's heart begins to pound.
      
                          V
                That was your title at Larkhill. 
                You remember Larkhill, don't you,
                Commander?
      
      EXT.  LARKHILL RESETTLEMENT CAMP - FLASHBACK
      
      A sign reads, "Larkhill Resettlement Camp."
      
                          V (V.O.)
                Where they sent the undesirables.
      
      A caged truck packed with minorities rolls into the gates
      which are topped with spools of razor wire.
      
      INT.  TRAIN CAR
      
      Prothero is sweating.
      
                          PROTHERO
                I don't know what you're talking
                about.
      
                          V
                Maybe I can help your memory. 
                Let's see.  Larkhill opened in the
                summer of 2009.  You were appointed
                it commander.  You wore a uniform
                in those days.  You looked very
                good in it.
      
      INT.  LARKHILL - PROTHERO'S OFFICE - FLASHBACK
      
      Prothero admires his uniform in the mirror.
      
                          V (V.O.)
                You were a man of many
                responsibilities.  You made sure
                Larkhill made all its quotas,
                especially the oven quotas even
                though they required an excessive
                amount of maintenance.
      
      EXT.  LARKHILL OVENS - FLASHBACK
      
      We see a detail of black and Indian men, shoveling mounds of
      black ash from a series of furnace like ovens.
      
      As the shovels lift, we see blackened bones and burnt skulls.
      
      EXT.  LARKHILL MAIN YARD - FLASHBACK
      
      Prothero saunters through the lines of camp prisoners.
      
                          V (V.O.)
                But there was one task you took to
                with exceptional relish.  Remember
                the medical block, Commander?  I
                believe you called it the funny
                farm.  You were the one that
                selected the prisoners.  You hand
                picked each one.
      
      Prothero steps in front of a woman who remains beautiful
      despite the suffering she has endured.  Prothero smiles.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Her.
      
      As the guards grab her, we become aware of a man that is
      staring at Prothero.  He is one of the prisoners but we do
      not see his face.
      
      Prothero notices the man.  He doesn't like the way the man is
      staring at him.
      
                          PROTHERO
                You.
      
      INT.  TRAIN CAR
      
      Prothero is terrified.
      
                          PROTHERO
                You!  You're him, aren't you?
      
      V nods.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Oh my god!  What are you going to
                do?
      
                          V
                You gave us a choice, remember,
                Commander?  You said we could
                cooperate with the doctors or...
      
      V cocks the gun.
      
                          V
                Hold out your hand.
      
      Trembling, Prothero sticks out his hand.  V lets the light
      die for a moment.
      
      When he flicks it back on, Prothero is holding a long, metal
      syringe filled with a murky liquid.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Oh no, no!  Please I was just doing
                what I was told!
      
                          V
                Of course you were.  Now I'm
                telling you to make a choice. 
                Either you stick that syringe into
                your neck or --
      
      He presses the gun barrel to Prothero's forehead.
      
                          V
                I can kill you right now.
      
      Prothero begins to blubber.
      
                          V
                Crying doesn't help, Commander.  I
                remember there was a woman who had
                been screaming for two days.  You
                winked at the doctor and laughed,
                "All in the name of science."
      
                          PROTHERO
                Please, don't make me do this...
      
                          V
                It's a difficult choice, isn't it? 
                Certain death versus something that
                might be... worse.  But you never
                know.  There is still a chance. 
                You could survive.  Look at me. 
                Now, time's up, Commander.  Choose.
      
      Anger galvanizes his fear and steadily Prothero lifts the
      needle towards his neck.
      
                          PROTHERO
                I'll see you in hell.
      
      He jams the needle in and sinks the plunger.
      
                          V
                Yes.  I'm quite sure you will.
      
      INT.  TRAIN
      
      Train workers with flashlights hurry through the cars.
      
                          TRAIN MAN
                This door's locked!
      
      He slams a shoulder against it and the door gives in.
      
                          TRAIN MAN
                Holy Christ!
      
      Flashlights sweep over the dead bodyguards.  The train man
      hears a strange gurgling rasp and he turns, finding Prothero
      in his light.
      
                          TRAIN MAN
                What happened here?
      
      Prothero is foaming at the mouth while a thick mucus bubbles
      from his nose.  His breath comes in tiny rasps.
      
                          TRAIN MAN
                Good lord!  I need a medic here.
      
      Prothero becomes more animate, trying to tell the man
      something.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Fi... Fi... Fi...
      
                          TRAIN MAN 2
                He's trying to say something.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Five.
      
                          TRAIN MAN 1
                Five?  Where's the goddamn medic?
      
                          PROTHERO
                Room five.
      
      Suddenly, his body convulses and blood pours out his ears. 
      His body slumps over.
      
                          TRAIN MAN 2
                I think he needs a priest.
      
      EXT.  TRAIN STATION
      
      The station is swarming with police.  A stretcher wheels a
      body in a black plastic bag out from Prothero's car.
      
      INT.  TRAIN CAR
      
      Finch puffs on his pipe, staring at something spray painted
      on the wall of the train car: a "V" with a circle around it.
      
                          DOMINIC
                What do you make of this, Mr.
                Finch?
      
      Dominic, Finch's younger assistant, is holding a flower in
      his rubber gloved hand.
      
                          FINCH
                Hmm.  It's a rose.  A violet
                carson, I believe.  Strange.
      
                          DOMINIC
                Strange?
      
                          FINCH
                I didn't think they still existed.
      
                          SOLDIER
                Mr. Finch!  Sir!
      
      Finch turns as a soldier with a radio steps into the car.
      
                          SOLDIER
                Sir, they want you at headquarters,
                sir.
      
                          FINCH
                Now?
      
                          SOLDIER
                Yes, sir.  I'm to transport you
                immediately.
      
                          FINCH
                Send the rose to the lab.  Also,
                scrape a sample of this paint and
                have it analyzed as well.  I'll be
                back as soon as I can.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      The door opens and Finch steps in.
      
                          LEADER
                Ah, Mr. Finch.  I sent for you
                because what I have to say cannot
                be said over a phone or a radio. 
                What I have to say cannot leave
                these four walls.  Do I make myself
                clear?
      
                          FINCH
                Yes, sir.
      
                          LEADER
                I believe in a few things, Mr.
                Finch.  I believe in god.  I
                believe in the destiny of the
                Nordic race.  And I believe in
                fascism.  The romans invented
                fascism.  They had a symbol for it;
                a bundle of twigs bound together. 
                One twig could be broken but a
                bundle would prevail.  That is the
                heart and soul of fascism. 
                Strength in unity.  I tell you
                these things knowing full well that
                they make you uncomfortable.
      
                          FINCH
                Well, I...
      
                          LEADER
                You have in fact expressed your
                discomfort in several arrest
                reports, arrests that were, in your
                opinion, "unnecessary."  The fact
                that you are here, that you are not
                rotting in a prison cell, is a mark
                of my respect and admiration for
                you, for your craft, and for what
                you have done for this country.
      
      Finch looks at the ground.
      
                          LEADER
                It is also because I know you,
                Finch.  I know what you are. 
                You're a man like me.  A man who
                understands when they are given a
                job what must be done.  I
                understand you, Finch, and that is
                why I can trust you.
      
      He moves in close to Finch.
      
                          LEADER
                This terrorist knows us, Finch. 
                These attacks are perfectly
                calculated and they are divisive. 
                He knows what he's doing, Finch. 
                He knows us all too well.
      
                          FINCH
                You think he's an insider?
      
                          LEADER
                What I think is that this man must
                be stopped.  Stopped at all costs
                and no one, I repeat, no one is to
                be placed above suspicion.  Do I
                make myself clear?
      
                          FINCH
                Perfectly.
      
                          LEADER
                England prevails, Mr. Finch.
      
                          FINCH
                England prevails.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      Evey, alone in the Shadow Gallery, stares up at the
      inscription above the crooked staircase.
      
                          EVEY
                V, v, v, v, v.
      
                          V
                I hear your summons, my lady.  And
                obey.
      
      She jumps, V suddenly appearing behind her.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh, V, you scared me.
      
      She turns back to the carving.
      
                          EVEY
                I was reading the inscription. 
                What is it?
      
                          V
                A Latin quotation.  A motto.  "Vi
                veri veniversum vivus vici."  "By
                the power of truth, I, while
                living, have conquered the
                universe."
      
      She nods.
      
                          EVEY
                Yes, I suppose you have.  This
                place is the only universe I have
                right now.
      
                          V
                Does that bother you?
      
                          EVEY
                I don't know.  I'm so grateful to
                you -- I just feel I should help
                you, you know, the way you're
                helping me.  I mean, that's the
                deal, isn't it?
      
      V drifts over to the big old Wurlitzer, fingers scanning the
      song list.
      
                          V
                No deals, Evey.  Not unless you
                want them.
      
      She looks up at the inscription as an old blues song begins
      to play.
      
                          EVEY
                I think I do.  Part of me wants to
                stay here forever and never have to
                face what's going on outside.  But
                that's not right.  Is it?  That's
                not taking responsibility.  Not
                conquering my universe.
      
      She turns to him.
      
                          EVEY
                I want to help you, V.  I want to
                do something.  Can we make a deal?
      
                          V
                Yes.  I think we can make a deal if
                you like.  I think I know a way you
                could help me very soon indeed.
      
      Evey smiles nervously.
      
                          EVEY
                Good.  That's that, then.
      
      The blues song curls in the air around them like a heavy
      incense.
      
                          EVEY
                V, you said that Latin thing was a
                quote.  Who said it?
      
                          V
                Nobody you'd have heard of.  A
                German gentleman named Dr. John
                Faust.
      
      He spins her.
      
                          V
                He made a deal too.
      
      EXT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY - DAY
      
      The church doors have opened with the flow of parishioners as
      the final mass of the day has ended.
      
      The tide slowly pours out onto the sidewalk, separating
      around the clumps of people that conglomerate to network and
      gossip.
      
      Church bells toll in the orange dusk above them.
      
      Helen Heyer, a woman whose spite and guile are hidden behind
      her looks and clothes she drapes them with, charges into the
      gossipers, her trophy husband in tow, a timid looking man
      that we recognize as Conrad Heyer.
      
                          CONRAD
                Hello, Rosemary.  Derek, how --
      
      Helen's head snaps over at the mention of the name.
      
                          HELEN
                Derek!
      
      She pushes past Conrad, giving Derek Almond an exuberant kiss
      on both cheeks.
      
                          HELEN
                Darling, how are you?  Hello,
                Rosemary.
      
      Always behind her husband, Rosemary Almond smiles nervously
      as she straightens her drab church dress.
      
                          ROSEMARY
                Hello.
      
                          DEREK
                It's so good to see you.  Since
                this bloody terrorist business, the
                old man has me literally chained to
                the office.
      
      Helen pouts at him.
      
                          HELEN
                Oh, you poor dear.
      
      Derek taps the bottom of his cigarette box, drawing one with
      his lips.
      
                          DEREK
                It comes with the job.  How are
                things in the Eye, Conrad?
      
                          CONRAD
                Well, we've been working some bugs
                out of the new Mark IX fiber optic
                network, actually --
      
                          HELEN
                Oh, Conrad, don't be such a bloody
                bore.  Do tell us about the
                terrorist, Derek.  Is it true he
                blew up Big Ben and the old Bailey?
      
                          DEREK
                I'm afraid so.  We're dealing with
                a pathological psychotic in the
                most extreme case.  We'll catch him
                though.  I promise.
      
      Helen rubs her white sable against her body.
      
                          HELEN
                Oh, it sounds dreadfully exciting. 
                Aren't you glad you've got such a
                ruthless, implacable brute for a
                husband, Rosemary?
      
                          ROSEMARY
                Yes, well --
      
                          HELEN
                Believe me, you're lucky.  You
                could be struck with a professional
                peeping tom like Conrad.  England's
                highest paid voyeur, aren't you
                darling?
      
                          CONRAD
                Helen, I think we'd better --
      
                          HELEN
                Oh yes, of course.  We have to get
                back so the little pervert can
                watch what the neighbors do after
                Sunday lunch.  He's so exciting.
      
      Derek laughs as they climb into their car.
      
                          HELEN
                Ciao!
      
                          DEREK
                Goodbye, Helen.  Conrad.
      
      Rosemary waves as it pulls off.
      
                          ROSEMARY
                She's a bit hard on him, isn't she?
      
      Derek sneers at her.
      
                          DEREK
                Until you're half the woman of
                Helen's sophistication, I'd keep
                your little mouth shut.
      
      He throws the cigarette at her feet.
      
                          DEREK
                Really, just look at the way you
                dress.
      
      INT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY
      
      From above, a hand sweeps aside the red plush curtain.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                Ah, there they go.  My happy and
                contented flock.  Spiritually
                refreshed and ready to face the
                world again.
      
      Bishop Anthony Lilliman is a slender man of pious elegance
      with a warm, beautiful smile.
      
      He turns from the window to his valet, Dennis, as Derek and
      Rosemary get in their car.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                Did you enjoy the sermon today,
                Dennis?
      
                          DENNIS
                Very inspiring, your grace.  Though
                the segue of the forces of Satan
                among us did strike me as a bit of
                a curious digression.
      
      He whisks a lint brush over the Bishop's robes before putting
      them away.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                Hmm, yes.  A trifle purple, I
                thought.  Still, Fate wanted it
                included and who are we to question
                the will of the almighty, miserable
                sinners that we are?
      
      A gentle smile spreads across his mouth.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                And speaking of sin, I wonder which
                of the seven deadlies the good lord
                will see fit to tempt me with
                today.
      
      Dennis finishes with the Bishop's robes and sweeps the closet
      door shut.
      
                          DENNIS
                Perhaps pride, your grace.
      
      Lilliman chuckles.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                I was thinking of something a
                little less ethereal.  Has the
                young lady arrived?
      
                          DENNIS
                The agency informed me she'll be
                here directly.  However, there was
                a mixup.  It's not one of the usual
                girls.  She's a little older.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                Oh dear.  Oh dear.  Not too old, I
                trust?
      
                          DENNIS
                They promise me she's no more than
                fifteen.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                Fifteen, hmm.
      
      The Bishop rubs his cheek, ponderously.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                Ah well, if Job could bear his
                disappointments, I suppose I must
                have the good grace to bear mine. 
                Show her in when she arrives.
      
                          DENNIS
                Yes, your grace.
      
      EXT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY - NIGHT
      
      A pair of headlights melt through the heavy night's fog as a
      taxicab pulls into the circle drive.
      
      INT.  BISHOP'S QUARTERS
      
      Dennis peers into the Bishop's living quarters.
      
                          DENNIS
                The young lady, your grace.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                Oh my!
      
      Standing next to Dennis is Evey, wearing a frilly pink summer
      dress, pigtails and bows and white ruffled socks.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                And to think I doubted your
                loveliness for even an instant. 
                Mea culpa, my child, mea culpa. 
                You are a vision.  An angel.
      
      Evey smiles awkwardly.
      
                          EVEY
                Uh... thank you.
      
      EXT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY - NIGHT
      
      A shadow begins moving across the manicured grounds borne on
      the thick mist like a dark phantom.  V glides toward the
      rectory, cloak undulating against the dark, wet wind.
      
      INT.  BISHOP'S BEDROOM
      
      It is extravagantly furnished, somewhere between posh and
      pimp.  The Bishop is sitting very close to Evey on his plush
      water bed.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                Of course, "hate the sin, love the
                sinner."  I always say.  Take your
                dress off, please.
      
      Evey stammers, backing up along the bedside.
      
                          EVEY
                Listen -- I was kind of hoping --
      
      He paws at her, groping hands pushing the front of her dress
      down as she backs up against the nightstand.
      
                          EVEY
                No --
      
      EXT.  MAIN GATE - NIGHT
      
      The guards look out into the night, fear suddenly gripping
      their faces.
      
      V emerges demonically through the parting veils of fog, the
      white smiling mask bobbing eerily up and down as he rushes
      them.
      
      A cigarette drops from the first guard's mouth, red embers
      exploding when it hits the wet cement.
      
      Close as the two guards claw for their arms and the white hot
      flash of V's knives --
      
      That slice like talons.
      
      The two men crumple to the ground, clutching their gaping,
      gurgling wounds.  A whisper.  V sprints into the courtyard.
      
      INT.  BISHOP'S BEDROOM
      
      Evey grabs a metal table lamp and swings it down on the
      Bishop's head.  There is a shuddering clank and he collapses
      to the floor.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                You -- You filthy whore!
      
      His blood speckles the white bearskin throw rug as the Bishop
      slowly rises after the retreating Evey.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                I'll kill you, you fucking sow.
      
      He charges after her but freezes dead in his tracks as V
      swings around the corner in front of him.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                What's this?  Who --
      
                          V
                Please allow me to introduce
                myself...
      
      V bows.
      
                          V
                I'm a man of wealth and taste.
      
                          LILLIMAN
                Dennis?
      
      Instantly, the point of one of V's knives is against the
      Bishop's throat.  V presses a finger to his frozen smile.
      
                          V
                Shh.  It isn't polite to disturb
                the dead on their journey.
      
      Evey watches from around the corner.
      
                          V
                A courtesy I'll most respectfully
                extend to his grace.
      
                          EVEY
                V?
      
      Lilliman swallows audibly.
      
                          EVEY
                V, what are you doing?
      
                          V
                Vi veri veniversum vivus vici,
                Evey.
      
      Evey looks down at the knives on his belt, dripping blood.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh no.
      
      She begins backing to the door.
      
                          EVEY
                You can't kill him!
      
                          V
                Death has followed his grace the
                whole of his career.  Is it any
                coincidence it has finally followed
                him here?
      
                          EVEY
                Oh god, V.  I can't -- I can't --
      
      V turns back to Lilliman as Evey runs.
      
                          V
                Let us pray.
      
      EXT.  WESTMINSTER ABBEY - NIGHT
      
      Evey sprints past the dead guards at the man gate and into
      the fog.
      
      INT.  THE EAR
      
      A cramped control room that looks like something between a
      radio and television switching room, though it does not
      broadcast.  It receives.
      
      Two operators sit at the main substation as the sounds of
      lovemaking come over the speakers.  The moans are stifled and
      low, however, as if they were afraid someone was listening.
      
                          OPERATOR 1
                Bloody hell.  Doesn't anybody fuck
                with feeling anymore?
      
      Operator 2 does not look at him, scrolling through an
      intricate city map on his computer.
      
                          OPERATOR 2
                Hey, it's Sunday.  Children's hour
                over at the Abbey.
      
                          OPERATOR 1
                Let's see what that filthy old
                pervert is up to.
      
      Operator 1 punches in some coordinates and the sound over the
      speakers changes to a garbled fart of noise.  Two voices
      drown beneath a cacophony of classical music.
      
                          OPERATOR 1
                What the --
      
      He tries to dial out the background and suddenly the voices
      rise clearly above the din.
      
                          VOICE 1
                ... And I saw a black shape against
                the flames.  Oh god.  It's you. 
                The man from room five.  You've
                come --
      
                          VOICE 2
                To collect what's mine.
      
                          VOICE 1
                I beg you!  I don't want to die! 
                Please have mercy!
      
      The two men look at each other, Operator 1 lunging for a red
      phone.
      
                          OPERATOR 1
                Get me the Finger.  This is an
                emergency!
      
      EXT.  BISHOP'S QUARTERS - NIGHT
      
      Close on a stain of white vomit and blood on the thick pile
      of a Persian rug.  It is encircled in police chalk.
      
      Pull back to reveal the chalk outline where the body of
      Bishop Lilliman was found.  The circled bloodstain floats
      above the head like the last word balloon of a crude comic
      strip character.
      
      The Bishop's quarters is slowly being picked over by a
      forensic team from the Nose.  A photographer's flash bursts
      against a painted "V" on the wall near the body outline.
      
      At the window, Finch chews on his pipe, staring at a plastic
      evidence bag that contains a single violet carson rose.
      
                          DOMINIC
                No prints yet, sir.  Just like
                Prothero.
      
                          FINCH
                I want those tapes from the Ear in
                my office tonight, Dominic.
      
                          DOMINIC
                Yes, sir.  They're on top of it.
      
      Finch turns to a muscular man named Creedy, second in command
      at the Finger.
      
                          FINCH
                Any word from your superior, Mr.
                Creedy?
      
                          CREEDY
                Mr. Almond doesn't seem to be
                answering his page, sir.  I'm sure
                he's in the field.
      
                          FINCH
                Quite.
      
      INT.  CONRAD HEYER'S BEDROOM
      
      Grunting like an animal, Derek's face is frozen, locked in
      the rigor of a violent orgasm.  After a moment, he collapses
      beside Helen onto the sweat soaked sheets.
      
                          HELEN
                There you go, baby.  Now my baby
                boy can think so much clearer. 
                Can't he?
      
      She grabs her cigarette case and her lighter.
      
                          HELEN
                You have been thinking, haven't
                you?
      
      She straddles his chest then lights two cigarettes.
      
                          HELEN
                I know you have.  Ever since this
                terrorist appeared.
      
      He smiles as she puts one of the cigarettes in his mouth.
      
                          HELEN
                Oh jesus, that smile.  That smile
                turns me on like nothing else.
      
      She whispers in his ear.
      
                          HELEN
                Tell me.  Tell me what's going on
                in that ruthless sadistic brain of
                yours.
      
                          DEREK
                Everyone is so worried about the
                terrorist.  Especially Susan.  You
                know why?  Because nobody knows
                what he's going to do.
      
      He exhales through his grinding teeth.
      
                          DEREK
                If I were him, I know what I'd do.
      
      He whispers.
      
                          DEREK
                I'd blow that fat bastard to
                kingdom come.
      
      Helen bolts up.
      
                          HELEN
                No.  You're kidding.
      
                          DEREK
                Am I?
      
      He smiles, blowing more smoke.
      
                          DEREK
                There's an old train line under the
                New Government Building.  It
                collapsed when they poured the
                foundation.  You could haul in
                enough TNT to launch our Leader's
                ass all the way to the moon.
      
      Helen's eyes gleam as he laughs.
      
                          HELEN
                You're serious, aren't you?
      
      He eyes her sucking on the cigarette.
      
                          DEREK
                You need to be careful, Helen. 
                Your mouth is going to get you into
                trouble one day.
      
                          HELEN
                Is that the same trouble you love
                putting in my mouth?
      
                          DEREK
                You never know who might be
                listening.
      
                           HELEN
                I know, Derek.  You love your
                country and you love your party,
                just like you love your wife.
      
      He glares at her.
      
                          HELEN
                Derek.  I'm sorry.  I know I can be
                a bitch.  But that's why you're
                here, isn't it?
      
      He smiles again and she presses her body to his.
      
                          HELEN
                This is it, isn't it, Derek?  What
                we've been waiting for.  At last,
                you'll be rid of Susan.  I'll be
                rid of Conrad.  And we'll be free. 
                Free, won't we?
      
      His eyes close as he grinds his hips into hers and we rise,
      drifting up to the ceiling light fixture --
      
      Where we see a tiny hidden microphone.
      
      INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE - THE NOSE
      
      Finch sits at his desk, staring into the silence of his
      notepad.  He has doodled a little "V" with a circle around
      it.
      
      He looks up as Dominic enters, holding up a portable cassette
      player.
      
                          DOMINIC
                Sorry it took so long.  The boys
                had a devil of a time trying to
                filter out the background noise.
      
                          FINCH
                Background noise?
      
                          DOMINIC
                The perpetrator apparently turned
                on the Bishop's stereo. 
                Subsequently, a great deal of the
                tape is useless.
      
      He hands the player to Finch.
      
                          FINCH
                What music did he play?
      
                          DOMINIC
                Beethoven.  The fifth, I believe.
      
      Finch smiles.
      
                          FINCH
                Da, da, da, dum.  That's code. 
                Morse code.
      
                          DOMINIC
                Sir?
      
                          FINCH
                For the letter "V".
      
      Finch punches "play".
      
      Over the small speaker, we sear Evey protesting to V, then
      run.  He stops it.
      
                          FINCH
                Anything on the girl yet?
      
                          DOMINIC
                No.  The agency said somebody
                claiming to be Lilliman's valet
                canceled his Sunday appointment.
      
      Finch starts it again and this time the tape is very fuzzy.
      
                          FINCH
                What is it?
      
                          DOMINIC
                23rd Psalm.
      
      We recognize some of the words though muted and crackly.
      
                          TAPE (V.O.)
                Though I walk through the valley of
                the shadow of death...
      
                          DOMINIC
                It goes on like that for a while. 
                Fairly incoherent except we could
                make out a few words in this part. 
                Transubstantiation.
      
      Finch nods, understanding.
      
                          DOMINIC
                That miracle business when the
                wafer transform into the body of
                Christ.
      
                          FINCH
                He made him eat a host.
      
                          DOMINIC
                Yes, listen to this part.
      
      The tape becomes somewhat clearer as the music rests.
      
                          TAPE (V.O.)
                ... And at the moment this enters
                your mouth it becomes the flesh of
                the savior?  Yes... please... And
                whatever it is made of now it will
                become the body of Christ?  Yes...
                yes...
      
      They eye each other.
      
                          TAPE (V.O.)
                I want you to swallow it.
      
                          DOMINIC
                There's a couple of funny human
                noises...
      
                          FINCH
                And then just Beethoven's fifth.
      
      He shuts off the tape.
      
                          FINCH
                We have got the initial path report
                back.  The host was full of
                cyanide.
      
      Finch picks up the bag with the violet carson.
      
                          FINCH
                And do you know what?
      
      He rises, sliding into his jacket.
      
                          FINCH
                When it reached his abdomen, it was
                still cyanide.
      
      INT.  MORGUE
      
      Close on the heavy stitching of a "Y" incision sewn into the
      chest of a corpse.  It is one of the Bishop's guards.
      
                          DELIA
                Do you have a motive?
      
      Finch is standing next to the cadaver gurney with the
      coroner, Delia Surridge.  She is a serious woman, hair wound
      tight behind her head in a severe bun.
      
                          DELIA
                I mean, was anything taken?
      
      She fills the dead man's head with cotton and replaces the
      top of his skull.
      
                          FINCH
                Just lives.
      
      Pulling at the man's scalp, she stretches it over the
      replaced skull piece.
      
                          FINCH
                I know it's too early for your
                profile but do you have any initial
                impressions?
      
                          DELIA
                Well...
      
      She points at a jagged puncture wound at the base of the
      man's sternum with a ball point pen.
      
                          DELIA
                He's incredibly powerful.  This
                man's sternum was split like dry
                wood from the base all the way up
                to the manubrium.
      
      Finch peers into the hole.
      
                          DELIA
                And he's resourceful.  On that
                table behind you is a breakdown of
                all the chemicals found in
                Prothero's blood stream.
      
      Finch hefts the pile of computer paper.
      
                          FINCH
                Bloody hell.
      
                          DELIA
                There were hundreds of different
                chemicals in him.  From
                trinitrotoluene to estrogen to
                motor oil.
      
      He flips through the document, biting into the wooden end of
      his pipe.
      
                          FINCH
                Perhaps Fate will make something
                more of all this.  I certainly
                can't.
      
                          DELIA
                The Leader finally authorized an
                uplink for you?  He must be getting
                nervous.
      
                          FINCH
                Quite.  Government directed
                terrorism never sews healthy ideas
                into the public.  Oh, that reminds
                me.
      
      Finch pulls the evidence bag from his pocket.
      
                          FINCH
                Can you tell us anything about
                this?
      
      Delia's eyes lock onto the violet carson.
      
                          FINCH
                We found one in the carriage with
                Prothero and this one in the
                Bishop's quarters.  A violet
                carson.
      
      He hands it to her.
      
                          FINCH
                I heard that strain had died off. 
                Thought a botanist might shed some
                light on it.  Delia?
      
      Delia, riveted to the rose, suddenly looks up to him.
      
                          DELIA
                Yes -- Yes, of course.
      
                          FINCH
                Magic.  I'll drop by tomorrow then.
      
      He turns, leaving her with the rose.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      V relaxes with a book in an overstuffed reading chair, a
      violet carson rose resting on a table next to him.  He begins
      to read a passage aloud.
      
                          V
                "There is more behind and inside of
                V than any of us had suspected. 
                Not who, but what: what is she?"
      
      He places the book down.  Thomas Pynchon's "V".
      
      V rises, lifting the rose and moving into the darkness of the
      Shadow Gallery.
      
      EXT.  EMPTY STREET
      
      A small figure moves down the dark wet street, the
      cobblestones glistening like black scales.
      
      The huddled figure arcs across the street in the shadows,
      avoiding the pools of streetlight.  It is Evey, a frightened
      look on her face.
      
      INT.  KITTY KAT KELLER
      
      A woman in combat boots, fishnets, and a tight fitting
      soldier's uniform is in the middle of a cheeky number on
      stage in this smoky burlesque bar.  It is a popular place
      with locals and Fingermen.
      
      Peter Creedy squeezes through the crowd, angling for the back
      of the bar where a number of loud Fingermen are drinking.
      
                          CREEDY
                What's all this, then, Harper?  I
                get a radio that a man's down and
                in need of assistance?
      
                          HARPER
                I ain't gone down yet but I sure do
                need some assistance.
      
      Creedy leans in.
      
                          CREEDY
                Are you flat broke already?
      
      They break up in laughter, led by Creedy who sits next to
      Harper, pouring himself a drink.
      
                          LOUT
                How'd you sneak away, Creedy? 
                Almond off buggering that blonde
                chippy?
      
                          HARPER
                The one with the tits?
      
      They all begin to hoot and whistle.
      
                          CREEDY
                What I wouldn't give for a piece of
                that.
      
                          LOUT
                She could serve a tray of drinks on
                those thingies.
      
                          HARPER
                I bet you get your chance with her
                sooner than later, Creedy, with the
                way Almond's crackin' up.
      
                          LOUT
                Bloody bugger's losing his marbles.
      
                          HARPER
                Terrorist or no, if that bastard
                gives me another double shift, I'll
                stomp his fucking head.
      
      Creedy raises his drink.
      
                          CREEDY
                Aye.  This nonsense has put a
                serious strain on my drinking.  I
                think I was actually sober today.
      
                          LOUT
                I'll drink to that.
      
                          HARPER
                We need to get a real man of the
                people in that director's position. 
                Like Creedy here.
      
      Everyone cheers in agreement.
      
                          CREEDY
                Well, it's good to know when the
                shit hits the fan who your real
                friends are.
      
      They salute and drink.
      
      INT.  ALMOND HOME
      
      Derek Almond sits hunched under a desk lamp, pumping the
      cylinders of his revolver with a wire brush.
      
      Rosemary shuffles up to him, her frumpy gown gathered around
      her.
      
                          ROSEMARY
                Derek --
      
      He blows down one of the cylinders, not looking up.
      
                          DEREK
                I don't want to hear it, Rosemary.
      
                          ROSEMARY
                Derek, please!  We can't carry on
                like this.
      
      Derek stares at the gun, rage building.
      
                          ROSEMARY
                You don't talk to me.  You don't
                eat with me.  You don't have sex --
      
      Derek leaps up, slugging her.
      
      Rosemary clatters to the ground in tears.  Derek glowering
      over her.
      
                          DEREK
                I don't have to take any crap from
                you!  I have that fat bastard
                riding me all day.  I don't want to
                listen to you, so shut your fat
                gob!
      
      He leans into her face.
      
                          DEREK
                And me not wanting to fuck you is
                obvious.  Take a look at yourself.
      
      He sits back in front of the gun, wiping it down.
      
                          DEREK
                Get out of my sight.  I'm cleaning
                my gun.
      
      INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S HOME
      
      Dr. Surridge sits somberly in the dark, street light
      filtering in from the open curtains.
      
      Her eyes fixed on the violet carson as she slowly turns it
      over in her hands, fingers tracing the soft petals.
      
      After a moment, she stands, letting it fall from her lap.
      
      INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE - THE NOSE
      
      Finch turns as Dominic bursts in.
      
                          DOMINIC
                I got it!
      
                          FINCH
                A connection?
      
      Dominic waves a printout.
      
                          DOMINIC
                Larkhill Resettlement Camp. 
                Prothero's and Lilliman's
                employment records show they both
                help positions there at similar
                times.
      
                          FINCH
                What about codename V?
      
                          DOMINIC
                Most of Larkhill's records were
                destroyed for security reasons but
                I did uncover an old standard
                procedures and operations manual.
      
      Dominic smiles.
      
                          DOMINIC
                In special case studies, medical
                research groups used roman numerals
                to identify test inmates.
      
                          FINCH
                Five is the letter V.  Brilliant,
                Dominic.
      
      Finch slides in front of his computer.
      
                          FINCH
                All we need is Larkhill's
                employment records.
      
      INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S BEDROOM
      
      The covers pulled protectively up around her, Delia rests in
      a light, uneasy sleep.
      
      Suddenly, an eye pops open as she awakens, catching a
      familiar scent.  She slowly sits up and inhales.
      
                          DELIA
                Roses.
      
      She closes her eyes.
      
                          DELIA
                It's you, isn't it?  You've come to
                kill me.
      
      From the shadows, V answers.
      
                          V
                Yes.
      
      Tears begin to streak her face.
      
                          DELIA
                Oh thank god.  Thank god.
      
      INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE - THE NOSE
      
      Dominic hangs over Finch's shoulder as Larkhill's employment
      record comes up.
      
      Finch's mouth falls open.
      
                          FINCH
                Oh my god.
      
      Row after row of names scroll by at the end of each bio are
      the words: deceased, file closed.
      
                          FINCH
                Oh bloody hell.
      
      The data banks unfurl like a mass grave.
      
                          DOMINIC
                He's killed them all?  It's not
                possible.
      
      Finch stops, staring at the one name whose file is not
      closed --
      
                          FINCH
                Oh no.
      
      Dr. Delia Surridge.
      
      INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S BEDROOM
      
      V floats on the edge of the room's shadows, a dark angel.
      
                          V
                Are you afraid?
      
                          DELIA
                No, no.  I thought I would be, but
                I'm not.  I'm --
      
      She looks at the hovering, smiling mask.
      
                          DELIA
                Relieved.
      
      She starts to cry again.
      
                          DELIA
                Oh god, all these years.  All this
                waiting.  And somehow I always knew
                you'd come back.
      
      Delia thinks back.
      
                          DELIA
                When I saw you that night -- the
                night you escaped, you were
                standing against the flames and you
                looked straight at me.
      
      The mask almost nods.
      
                          DELIA
                I knew then that one day you'd come
                looking for me, that you'd find me.
      
      Her voice drops to an almost confessional whisper.
      
                          DELIA
                What -- what happened at Larkhill. 
                What we did -- What I did.  That
                terrible knowledge, it's been with
                me so long.  That I could do things
                like that.
      
      Delia rubs the salty tears from her eyes.
      
                          DELIA
                For years, I blamed it on the
                government, on the authority I
                could never stand up to.  But
                living so long with the knowledge
                of what I did has made me
                understand otherwise.  I alone was
                accountable.
      
      V watches her.
      
                          DELIA
                There is something wrong with us. 
                With all of mankind.  With me. 
                Something evil that made me enjoy
                what I did.  Some hideous flaw.
      
      Her voice almost trails off.
      
                          DELIA
                We deserve to be culled.  We
                deserve it.
      
      INT.  ALMOND BEDROOM
      
      Light sweeps across Rosemary from the opening bedroom door as
      she sobs softly in bed.  Derek enters, holding a bottle of
      whiskey and his clean gun.
      
      She sits up as Derek looms over her.
      
                          ROSEMARY
                Derek?  What?
      
      He lifts the gun into her bruised face.  Her eyebrows cringe
      as he slowly pulls the trigger.
      
                          DEREK
                Bang.
      
      Click.  It is empty.
      
                          DEREK
                Don't worry, Rose.  I didn't load
                it.
      
      The phone rings.
      
                          DEREK
                Not tonight.
      
      He grins evilly at her and answers the bedside phone.
      
                          DEREK
                Almond.  What?!  Where?
      
      Derek's drunk eyes light up.
      
                          DEREK
                Oh god, yes!  God, thank you!
      
      He slams the phone down, charging out of the room.
      
      EXT.  KITTY KAT KELLER
      
      A gaggle of drunks exit the bar, laughing and singing as they
      pass a small figure.
      
      INT.  KITTY KAT KELLER
      
      Evey wanders into the bar amidst the lustful screams and cat
      calls for the line of high stepping, semi-clothed girls on
      stage.
      
      She stares out into the crowd, not sure why she is here when
      a man approaches her: Creedy.  His sloppy smile indicates he
      has had a few drinks.
      
                          CREEDY
                You look lost.
      
      She looks blankly at him.
      
                          CREEDY
                Can I buy you a drink?
      
                          EVEY
                No... I made a mistake.
      
      She turns for the door.
      
                          EVEY
                I have to find someone.
      
      Creedy frowns as his radio crackles.
      
                          CREEDY
                Well I didn't like the looks of you
                anyway --
      
                          RADIO (V.O.)
                All units, all units.  Code red. 
                Converge in Plaistow to apprehend
                codename V.
      
                          CREEDY
                Bloody hell!
      
      He screams to the Fingermen at the back.
      
                          CREEDY
                It's him!  We got him!
      
      Evey watches as they storm out of the bar, then follows.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      The emergency lights blaring, Finch's car squeals around a
      corner.
      
      INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S BEDROOM
      
      V hovers ghostly at Delia's bedside.
      
                          DELIA
                It's funny, I was given one of your
                roses today.  I wasn't sure you
                were the terrorist until I saw it.
      
      She manages a smile.
      
                          DELIA
                What a strange coincidence.  That I
                should be given it today.
      
                          V
                There are no coincidences, Delia. 
                Only the illusion of coincidence.
      
      He reaches into his cloak.
      
                          V
                I have another rose.  This one is
                for you.
      
      He hands it to her.
      
                          DELIA
                Then you are going to kill me now?
      
      V produces an empty syringe.
      
                          V
                I killed you ten minutes ago. 
                While you slept.
      
                          DELIA
                Is there any pain?
      
      V sits on the bed.
      
                          V
                No.  No pain.
      
                          DELIA
                Thank you.
      
      She stares at the mask.
      
                          DELIA
                Can I -- Can I see your face again?
      
      V slowly pulls off his hat and lifts his mask.  Delia stares
      into his face.
      
                          DELIA
                It's beautiful...
      
      The rose falls from her hands.
      
      INT.  HALL
      
      V quietly shuts the door as if not to wake her and turns just
      as --
      
      Derek Almond reaches the top of the stairs.
      
                          DEREK
                Don't move an inch, you bloody
                bastard.
      
      He trains his gun.
      
                          DEREK
                You didn't hear me arrive, did you? 
                Didn't know we'd rumbled you?
      
      He squints.
      
                          DEREK
                It's all finished, chummy.  All of
                it.  The old man told me it was my
                head or yours and what do you know. 
                It's yours.
      
      The smiling mask stares.
      
                          DEREK
                Because you're standing over there
                with your bloody stupid knives and
                your fancy karate gimmicks --
      
      Derek pulls back the hammer.
      
                          DEREK
                And I've got a gun.
      
      He smiles.
      
                          DEREK
                Bang.
      
      Click.  He never loaded it.
      
      There is an awkward moment of silence, then V moves --
      
      Cloak opening, filling the hall like a black tidal wave that
      envelopes Derek.  He chokes a scream as V embraces him,
      slipping a knife above his floating rib.
      
      Derek Almond sputters as he claws at V's mask.
      
                          DEREK
                Who -- Who are you?
      
                          V
                Yes, look.  Look and tell me what
                you see.
      
      He rips V's mask off as V thrusts the knife in deeper.
      
      Derek's eyes widen in horror as his life pours out the knife
      wound.
      
                          DEREK
                Horrible!  God, it's horrible!
      
      V jerks his blade free, letting Derek slip to the ground.
      
      EXT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S HOME
      
      Finch's car bucks up onto the sidewalk.
      
      Finch and Dominic tear out of the car and barrel into the
      house.
      
      INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S HOME
      
      At the top of the stairs, they find the dead Derek.  Finch
      rushes past him for the bedroom.
      
                          FINCH
                Delia?
      
      Inside, he finds her.  Her eyes fixed, cold, and dead, a
      single violet carson in her lap.
      
                          FINCH
                Get an ambulance.
      
      EXT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S HOME
      
      Evey rushes around a corner to see a crime scene bathed in
      siren light.  She pushes up to the police barricade as the
      M.E.'s load a draped body into their van.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh no... V?
      
      She tries to angle around to get a better look when a man in
      a brown overcoat grabs her from behind and drags her into the
      alley.
      
      INT.  DELIA SURRIDGE'S BEDROOM
      
      From the corner of the room, Finch sits, watching as the
      M.E.'s wheel out Delia's body.
      
      Dominic squeezes past the gurney and crosses toward Finch.
      
                          DOMINIC
                I'm sorry, sir.  You knew the
                doctor pretty well?
      
      Finch nods.
      
                          DOMINIC
                We found this on her bureau, sir. 
                It's Dr. Surridge's journal.  It
                covers her years at Larkhill.  It
                might contain the whole story.
      
      Dominic searches for something more to say when Finch does
      not answer.
      
      After a moment, Finch looks at the book in Dominic's hand,
      then takes it, leafing through the pages.  They flip by, a
      breathy sigh, rising to a cold wind.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                May 23rd...
      
      INT.  LARKHILL MEDICAL RESEARCH BLOCK - DAY - FLASHBACK
      
      A younger Dr. Surridge, one by one, administers a series of
      injections to her research stock.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                Prothero has hand picked my
                subjects.  Four dozen of them, none
                of which will be any use to me if I
                don't get to work soon.
      
      She finishes an injection, Prothero encouraging the next
      subject.  We recognize her as the woman Prothero pointed at.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                They're so weak and pathetic I find
                myself hating them.
      
      Delia prepares the next dose, a sour look on her face.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                They don't fight or struggle.  Just
                stare at you with weak eyes.
      
                          PROTHERO
                Next.
      
      INT.  LARKHILL OVENS - DAY - FLASHBACK
      
      Two inmate orderlies are hefting sacked cadavers from a cart
      into an incinerator.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                June 9th: Of the original four
                dozen, over 75% are now deceased. 
                Strangely, no clear patterns have
                emerged as of yet.
      
      Another body thuds onto the pile.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                Batch 5 seems to have no common
                discernible effect on any specific
                group though the men seem slightly
                more resilient than the women.
      
      When it is full, they move to the next door until the cart is
      empty.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                I'm hoping the survivors will
                provide more answers or my time
                here will have gone to waste.
      
      Red heat suddenly glows from the oven vents as the orderly
      throws a series of switches.
      
      INT.  LARKHILL MEDICAL RESEARCH BLOCK - DAY - FLASHBACK
      
      Dr. Surridge moves down the drab aseptic hallway accompanied
      by an armed guard.  Roman numerals on the doors to each cell
      ascend to five.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                June 18: And only five left now. 
                Two men and three women.  Which
                tends to contradict my entry on the
                9th.
      
      She pauses at room five.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                The man in room five is a
                fascinating case.
      
      She looks through the small chicken wire glass window in the
      door.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                Physically, there doesn't seem to
                be anything wrong with him.  No
                cellular anomalies, nothing.
      
      In the back, just on the edge of the room's shadow, sits the
      man in room five, silently staring back.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                Batch five, however, seems to have
                brought on some kind of psychotic
                breakdown.  He's quite insane.
      
      Dr. Surridge can't seem to break her stare.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                He has this way of looking through
                you.  Reverend Lilliman won't go
                near him.  He claims that it is the
                devil in room five.  I see him
                cross himself whenever he passes
                his door.  Still, there's something
                about him...
      
      EXT.  LARKHILL GARDEN - DAY - FLASHBACK
      
      Dr. Surridge slowly moves through the Larkhill garden, an
      incredible abundance of fruits, vegetables and violet carson
      roses.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                I'm glad Prothero let room five
                have a go at the gardening project. 
                He is quite proficient.  Prothero
                was reluctant to allow an inmate
                access to the tool and chemical
                supply at first but now the fat
                toad is delighted.  The crop has
                almost doubled.
      
      She traces the petals of a rose with her finger.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                He also grows roses.  Beautiful
                roses.
      
      INT.  LARKHILL LOUNGE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
      
      Dr. Surridge and several other Larkhill appointees relax
      after dinner.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                December 24th: I was in the mess. 
                It was about half past ten when we
                heard the first explosion.
      
      A massive explosion shakes the building to its very core, its
      windows shattering and hooded pendulum lights swinging.
      
      EXT.  LARKHILL LOUNGE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
      
      Men and women clutch at their throats as they tumble out into
      the yard.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                The ones at the front ran straight
                into the gas.  It was horrible.
      
      They drop to the ground, gasping and vomiting.
      
      The back door is kicked open, Dr. Surridge following two
      guards.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                A few of us made it out through the
                rear door.  You could hear men
                screaming everywhere.  I hate the
                sound of men screaming.
      
      She looks out, men running, collapsing, dying in a yellow
      green haze that seems everywhere.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                In the center of the camp,
                everything was on fire.  Everyone
                running in all directions.  We had
                hardly enough time to get our
                bearings when the ovens exploded.
      
      Another explosion wracks the compound.  The pillar of flame
      rises into the black sky, dwarfing the men in the camp.
      
      Dr. Surridge sees a gaping hole in the medical block, its
      insides turned out like an unholy birth.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                It was the man in room rive.  I
                couldn't have known.  The chemical
                supplies, grease solvents, ammonia,
                fertilizer.  He'd been making
                things with them.
      
      Close on a soldier, doubled over, hacking up bile.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                Mustard gas...
      
      A sticky blue fire licks up from a blackened body like a dura
      flame.
      
                          DELIA
                And napalm.
      
      Dr. Surridge turns as a silhouette crosses the yard, backlit
      by a curtain of fire.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                And in the yard, I saw him.  He had
                the flames behind him.  He was
                naked.
      
      The man stops.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                He looked at me...
      
      Dr. Surridge seems to wilt under his stare but cannot look
      away.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                As if I were an insect.  Oh god. 
                As if I were something mounted on a
                slide.
      
      The flames convulse hypnotically behind him.
      
                          DELIA (V.O.)
                He looked at me.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      Finch snaps Dr. Surridge's journal shut.
      
      He sits in front of the Leader's desk puffing on his pipe
      while Susan stares coldly.
      
                          FINCH
                That's the last entry until six
                months later when Dr. Surridge is
                back in London.  There is no
                mention of the man in room five
                again.  End of story.
      
      He tosses the journal on Susan's desk.
      
                          FINCH
                Except that it wasn't the end of
                the story.
      
      Finch rises, crossing to the wastebasket.
      
                          FINCH
                Between 2009 and 2012, over forty
                men and women who were previously
                stationed at Larkhill met with what
                were believed to be accidental
                deaths.  Eventually, only three
                remained.
      
      He taps his pipe into his hand, pouring the contents into the
      wastebasket.
      
                          FINCH
                The three he'd been saving until
                last.
      
      Finch brushes the ashes from his hands and begins repacking
      his pipe.
      
                          FINCH
                Everyone who worked at Larkhill. 
                Everyone who could have identified
                him.  You see there are two
                possible motives here.  Not one.
      
      Susan raises his head.
      
                          FINCH
                The first is revenge.  He escapes
                from Larkhill and vows to get even
                with his tormentors.  The whole
                exercise an elaborate, chilling
                vendetta.
      
      When he finishes repacking the pipe, he replaces it in his
      mouth.
      
                          FINCH
                That's the explanation that I find
                most reassuring, funnily enough. 
                Because that means he's finished. 
                It's over now.
      
      Finch begins relighting his pipe.
      
                          FINCH
                The second motive is more sinister. 
                Like I said, everyone who could
                have identified him is dead.
      
      A flame leaps into the air.
      
                          FINCH
                What if he's just been clearing the
                ground?
      
      Another burst.
      
                          FINCH
                What if he's planning something
                else?
      
      The lighter slips back into his pocket.
      
                          FINCH
                You see, the diary we found was in
                full view.  We didn't have to
                search for it.  He left it there. 
                He wanted us to find it.  He wanted
                us to know the story.  Or...
      
      Finch returns to his chair, letting out a huge cloud.
      
                          FINCH
                For all we know, the diary could be
                a complete and utter fake. 
                Codename V could have written it
                himself.
      
      Finch leans forward.
      
                          FINCH
                He's playing games with us.  He
                might never have been at Larkhill
                at all.  Do you see?  It could all
                be another smoke screen, a false
                trail, another cover story --
      
                          LEADER
                Enough!
      
      Susan punches the desk.
      
                          LEADER
                Mr. Finch, would you please explain
                to me the nature of this meeting?! 
                Because I was under the impression
                that you had some information about
                the terrorist, codename V!
      
      And punches it again until his fist hurts.
      
                          LEADER
                No more questions, understand!  I
                want answers!  I am not interested
                in where he grew up, what kind of
                flowers he likes or his favorite
                color!
      
      Susan's collar chokes his face to an unnatural crimson.
      
                          LEADER
                Do I make myself clear?
      
                          FINCH
                Yes, Leader.
      
      After a moment, Finch stands, Susan hanging on his last word.
      
                          LEADER
                Dismissed.  England prevails, Mr.
                Finch.
      
      Finch turns, Susan calling after him as he leaves.
      
                          LEADER
                Mr. Finch, the girl.  Do you have
                anything on the girl?
      
      Finch pauses at the door.
      
                          FINCH
                No, Leader.  Not yet.
      
      INT.  CELL
      
      Evey stirs as voices drift in from the hall outside her door.
      
                          MAN
                Wake up, cow.
      
      Three guards are silhouetted in the doorway of a cramped jail
      cell.  Still sluggish from the chloroform, Evey looks down at
      the coarse slipover she's now wearing.
      
      One of the men, Rossiter, crosses toward Evey, swinging a
      pair of shackles.  He grabs Evey, slamming her face down into
      the hard cot, driving a knee between her shoulder blades.
      
      Evey screams.
      
                          GUARD 1
                Tsk.  This pathetic whore is the
                famous Miss Hammond?
      
      The shackles bite down on her wrists as they laugh in the
      hall.
      
                          EVEY
                You've made a mistake.
      
      Rossiter stands her up, shoving her into the wall.
      
                          ROSSITER
                Shut up.
      
                          EVEY
                Please.  I haven't done anything --
      
      He slides a thick hood over her head.
      
                          ROSSITER
                I said shut your hole!
      
      INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM
      
      The hood is lifted from her head.  Evey squints hard, awash
      in a blinding, burning light.
      
      A man sits, unmoving, at a desk across from her, a guard at
      his side, both backlit by a harsh white kliegs.
      
      Evey's eyes start to water as she blinks.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                Do you know why you're here.  Evey
                Hammond?
      
                          EVEY
                No, please, I didn't do anything.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                Allow me to be more precise.  Did
                you participate in the murder of
                Dr. Delia Surridge?
      
                          EVEY
                No.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                Did you participate in the murder
                of Derek Almond, director of the
                Finger?
      
                          EVEY
                No, I --
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                Did you participate in the murder
                of Bishop Anthony Lilliman?
      
                          EVEY
                Oh god, I don't --
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                Have you ever participated in a
                terrorist act against your country?
      
                          EVEY
                No --
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                What is the identity of codename V?
      
                          EVEY
                I don't know.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                You are a lying cunt.
      
      A monitor next to the desk lights up.  From the snowy static,
      an image begins to form.
      
      A girl is talking to a man.  She is shoving her hips at him,
      propositioning him.  When more men appear from the alley,
      Evey realizes she is watching herself.
      
                          EVEY
                They were going to rape me, kill
                me --
      
      Rossiter grabs a handful of her hair.
      
                          ROSSITER
                Shut up.
      
      She swallows hard when she sees V emerge on the screen.  The
      image freezes on his smiling face.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                This board will not tolerate any
                more of your lies, Miss Hammond. 
                We have over 120 minutes of audio
                and videotape and 75 pages of
                testimonials from eye witness that
                identify you as an accomplice to
                the terrorist, codename V.
      
      The monitor blinks off.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                Do you want to know why you're
                here?  You are formally being
                brought up on charges of murder on
                fourteen counts and sedition
                against your Leader and country
                which brings an automatic sentence
                of death.
      
                          EVEY
                Please.  I didn't do anything.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                Process the prisoner and return her
                to her cell until she is more
                cooperative.
      
      Rossiter slips the hood back over Evey's head.
      
      INT.  PROCESSING ROOM
      
      Evey cries as a rough hand runs a pair of electric clippers
      over her head.  Huge sheaves of her hair fall to the ground.
      
                                                   DISSOLVE TO:
      
      INT.  CELL
      
      Evey lies crumpled on the hard floor, unmoving, as a tray of
      food is slid through a slot at the bottom of the door.
      
      She watches as a rat crosses from a hole in the wall,
      sniffing the murky rendered gelatin in the wooden bowl.
      
                                                   DISSOLVE TO:
      
      INT.  PROCESSING ROOM
      
      Evey hangs limply from a set of manacles as she is washed and
      deloused by heavy hands.
      
      She coughs in the yellow bug powder cloud as it burns her
      eyes and the red welts on her back.
      
                                                   DISSOLVE TO:
      
      INT.  CELL
      
      Evey is curled up on the cot like a dry fetus, now gaunt arms
      wrapped around her legs.  She blinks when she hears something
      moving in the rat hole.
      
      Evey raises her head as something is pushed through the
      crevice.
      
      Tentative fingers search the hole, pulling out a length of
      toilet paper.  Over every inch of it is a delicately scrawled
      message.
      
      We move into the rathole, its edges slowly filling the frame
      until black.
      
      EXT.  INTERROGATION ROOM
      
      Pull back from a shadow, the outline of the interrogator's
      silhouette against sharp light coming into frame.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                I read her letter.  Hid it.  Slept. 
                Woke.  They questioned me.  And I
                read her letter again.
      
      Rossiter is buckling Evey's thin arms and legs into a chair. 
      Her now frail frame can barely hold up the frayed brown
      slipover.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                Over and over...
      
      On the table in front of her, there is a large wash basin of
      water.  Rossiter dunks her head into it.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                Her name was Valerie.
      
      INT.  CLASSROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK
      
      A teacher reads from her lesson plan in front of rows and
      rows of uniformed pubescences in this all girl private
      school.  Her voice drones on and on like Muzak.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                I was born in a rainy burg in
                Nottingham in 1975.  I passed my
                eleven plus and went to girl's
                grammar.
      
      A blonde tomboy sneaks a smile to her curly haired friend
      next to her.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                I met my first girlfriend at
                school.  Her name was Sara.  Her
                wrists.  Her wrists were beautiful.
      
      Her hand slides across the desk, fingers tickling the young
      flesh of Sara's wrist.
      
      The teacher's voice slows, dropping octaves, becoming --
      
      INT.  BIOLOGY LAB - DAY - FLASHBACK
      
      A man's voice.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                I sat in biology class staring at
                the pickled rabbit fetus while Mr.
                Herd said it was an adolescent
                phase that people outgrew.
      
      Valerie looks at Sara across the room, her head down in
      shame.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                Sara did.  I didn't.
      
      INT.  LIVING ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK
      
      Two teenage girls stand in front of a middle aged couple. 
      They are holding hands.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                In 1994, I stopped pretending and
                took a girl called Christine home
                to meet my parents.
      
      The greying woman repeats the sign of the cross over and
      over, sobbing into a handkerchief.  Her husband's face is
      contorted in disgust.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                A week later I moved to London to
                go to college and study drama.  My
                mother said I broke her heart.
      
      EXT.  PARK - DAY - FLASHBACK
      
      Two young women cuddle on a park bench under a London summer
      sky, feeding the pigeons.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                But it was my integrity that was
                important.  Is that so selfish?  It
                sells for so little but it's all we
                have left in this place...
      
      The black haired girl nibbles on the blonde's ear.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                It is the very last inch of us...
      
      INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM
      
      Evey struggles against Rossiter's weight who keeps her head
      submerged.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                But within that inch we are free.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                Enough.
      
      Rossiter wrenches back and Evey sucks hard for air, coughing
      out water.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                Now Miss Hammond, let us review the
                facts.
      
      Evey stares at him, eyes red, heart pounding in her ears.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                You work for codename V.  Codename
                V killed Delia Surridge and then
                Derek Almond with your help and
                that is why you were found outside
                her home.
      
      Evey begins to shake her head, water sluicing off her thin
      face.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                Isn't that what happened, Miss
                Hammond?
      
                          EVEY
                No.  No, that isn't true --
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                Oh dear, Rossiter?
      
      Rossiter grabs Evey's neck --
      
                          EVEY
                No, wait!
      
      Plunging her head into the bowl.  Water fills Evey's nose and
      ears.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                London.  I was happy in London.
      
      INT.  THEATRE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
      
      The packed house watches as a Prince kneels before a woman's
      bare foot with a slipper of glass.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                I played Dandini in Cinderella.
      
      The woman glances into the dark sea of faces.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                The world was strange and rustling
                with invisible crowds behind the
                hot lights and all that breathless
                glamour.
      
      EXT.  MEADOW - DAY - FLASHBACK
      
      Two women weep in each other's arms, embracing in a perfect
      knee high meadow.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                Work improved.  I got small film
                roles, then bigger ones.
      
      The blonde woman brushes away a tear from the other's cheek.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                In 2006, I starred in "The Salt
                Flats."  That's where I met Ruth. 
                We fell in love.
      
      We pull back and see we are on location for a movie and the
      two women are being filmed.
      
      INT.  CONDO - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
      
      Ruth and Valerie sit on the couch watching television.  On
      the table behind them is a bouquet of violet carson roses.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                Every Valentine's Day she sent me
                roses and, oh god, we had so much. 
                Those were the best three years of
                my life.
      
      The two women stare at the newscast in tears, the sound of
      marching coming from the set's speakers.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                In 2010, they came.
      
      EXT.  LONDON STREET - DAY - FLASHBACK
      
      The sound of marching explodes as columns of men in brown
      uniforms and jack boots fill the streets.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                And after that there were no more
                roses...
      
      INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM
      
      Rossiter presses his elbow onto Evey's neck, holding her
      submerged.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                Not for anybody.
      
      Rossiter lets Evey up.  Her red burnt lungs gulp at the air.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                After the takeover, they started
                rounding up the gays.  They took
                Ruth while she was out looking for
                food.
      
      Evey blinks hard, black fireworks exploding in her eyes.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                Why are they so frightened of us?
      
      She wheezes, on the edge of unconsciousness.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                They burned her face with
                cigarettes and made her give them
                my name.  She signed a statement
                saying I'd seduced her.
      
      The interrogator's voice melts into a slag heap of sound with
      the hot, rhythmic pounding in her ears.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                I didn't blame her.  God, I loved
                her but I didn't blame her.
      
      Rossiter uncuffs Evey, slipping the black bag over her head.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                But she did.
      
      Evey's knees buckle as he forces her to stand.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                She killed herself in her cell. 
                She couldn't live with betraying
                me, with giving up that last inch. 
                Oh, Ruth.
      
      Evey weaves down the hall.  Rossiter shoving her from behind.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                They came for me.  They shaved off
                my hair.  They held my head down a
                toilet and told lesbian jokes. 
                They brought me here and pumped me
                full of chemicals.
      
      The cell door swings open.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                I can't feel my tongue.  I can't
                speak.
      
      Rossiter yanks the hood from her head and pushes her in.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                It is strange that my life should
                end in such a terrible place but
                for three years I had roses and
                apologized to nobody.
      
      The iron door slams shut, lock ringing in the stale air.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                I shall die here.  Every inch of me
                shall perish...
      
      Evey rolls to her knees.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                Except one.
      
      She crawls for the rat hole.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                An inch.  It is small and fragile
                and it's the only thing in the
                world that's worth having.
      
      Her shaking hand pulls the letter from the stone crevice.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                We must never lose it or sell it or
                give it away.  We must never let
                them take it from us.
      
      Evey clutches it like a rosary as she begins to cry.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                I don't know who you are but I hope
                you escape this place.  I hope that
                the world turns and things get
                better and that one day people have
                roses again.
      
      She holds the note to her face, her tears soaking into the
      fragile paper.
      
                          VALERIE (V.O.)
                I don't know who you are but I love
                you.  I love you.  Valerie.
      
      Slowly, Evey slips away, succumbing to blackness.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                I had come to know every inch of
                those four walls in that dark hell
                and they knew every inch of me. 
                Every inch...
      
      INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM
      
      Loud lights blare against Evey's solemn face.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                Except one.
      
      A typed document sits on a small tray table in front of her.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                "My name is Evey Hammond.  On the
                5th of November 2019, I was
                abducted by the terrorist known as
                codename V and then taken against
                my will to an unknown location."
      
      Rossiter hovers just behind her as the Interrogator reads her
      confession.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                "Once there, I was systematically
                brainwashed by means physical and
                psychological.  I was frequently
                subjected to sexual abuse during
                this period."
      
      Evey's expression is unchanging.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                "Eventually I was terrorized into
                helping him commit the murders of
                Derek Almond, Dr. Delia Surridge,
                and Anthony Lilliman, Bishop of
                Westminster."
      
      Rossiter drops a pen on the table.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                "I, the undersigned, swear that the
                above statement is genuine and that
                it was not signed by means of
                intimidation."
      
      The pen slowly rocks to a stop.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                We'd like you to sign that for us,
                Miss Hammond.  Where we've put the
                little cross.
      
      She blinks.
      
                          EVEY
                No.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                As you wish.
      
      Rossiter begins unbuckling Evey's restraints.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                Escort Miss Hammond back to her
                cell, Rossiter, where she will wait
                while you arrange a wet detail of
                six men.
      
      He forces Evey to her feet.
      
                          INTERROGATOR
                Then take her out behind the
                chemical sheds and shoot her.
      
      INT.  CELL
      
      The door opens behind Evey as she rereads Valerie's letter
      for the last time.
      
                          ROSSITER
                It's time, unless you want to
                change your mind.
      
      She holds the tattered piece of toilet paper to her chest.
      
                          ROSSITER
                Sign that statement.  You could be
                out inside three years.  Perhaps
                they'd find you a job with the
                Finger.
      
      Evey closes her eyes.
      
                          EVEY
                Thank you but I'd rather die behind
                the chemical sheds.
      
      Her last words hang in the air.
      
                          ROSSITER
                Then there's nothing left to
                threaten you with, is there?  You
                are free.
      
      He turns and leaves.
      
                          EVEY
                What?
      
      She listens as his footsteps fade down the hall, the door
      hanging weirdly open.
      
      Evey takes a few tentative steps toward the door and sticks
      her head out into the empty hall, peering down both ways.
      
      Slowly, she emerges from her cell, retracing her path down
      the hall that her blindfold never allowed her to see.
      
      Quietly inching along the wall, Evey peeks around a corner,
      gasping at the rigid guard standing off to the side.  There
      is something about the man's frozen stare that keeps her from
      running.
      
      Evey straightens and crosses to the guard.
      
      It is a mannequin.
      
      She touches him, the wheeled platform he is mounted on
      rolling back against the wall.
      
      INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM
      
      The door creaks open as Evey enters the room where for so
      long she was questioned and tortured.
      
      She crosses to the frozen Interrogator sitting at his desk.
      
      Her finger brushes lightly against the plastic hand, then
      Evey raps a knuckle on his hollow wooden head.  Around his
      neck a small speaker hangs from a cord.
      
      Evey drifts uneasily into a back room where a discarded
      prison guard's uniform hangs on a rack.  On a table next to a
      wig and pair of gloves, the rat looks up at her through the
      bars of its tiny cage.
      
      She moves through another door, the wind suddenly knocked
      from her chest as she finally sees where her prison was
      built --
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      V steps from the shadows.
      
                          V
                Welcome home, Evey.
      
                          EVEY
                You...
      
      Her mouth hangs open.
      
                          EVEY
                You did this... to me.
      
      Evey's rail thin figure begins to shake.
      
                          EVEY
                You did this to me!
      
      She stumbles against the wall, unable to support herself.
      
                          EVEY
                You -- You hit me and -- and cut my
                hair.  It was you.  It was just you
                all this time.
      
      She doubles over, covering her face as she bursts into tears.
      
                          EVEY
                You tortured me.  You tortured me --
      
      Evey looks up at him, body shivering as he quietly glides
      toward her.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh god, why?
      
                          V
                Because I love you, Evey.  Because
                I wanted to set you free.
      
                          EVEY
                Love?
      
      A look of horror twists her starved face.
      
                          EVEY
                Set me free?  Don't you realize?
      
      Slender fingers ball into fists.
      
                          EVEY
                Don't you realize what you did to
                me?  You nearly drove me mad!
      
      Disgust and anger light up her eyes.
      
                          EVEY
                I hate you.
      
      Her little, wiry body coils tight as she circles him.
      
                          EVEY
                I hate you!  Set me free?  You put
                me in a prison to set me free?!
      
                          V
                You were already in a prison. 
                You've been in a prison all your
                life.
      
                          EVEY
                Shut up!  I don't want to hear it. 
                I wasn't in a prison.  I was happy! 
                I was happy here --
      
                          V
                Happiness is the most insidious
                prison of all, Evey.
      
                          EVEY
                That's warped!  That's evil and
                it's wrong!  What gives you the
                right to judge?  Who are you to say
                what's not good enough?!
      
                          V
                You were born in a prison, Evey.  I
                didn't put you there.  I just
                showed you the bars.  You've been
                in a prison so long, you no longer
                believe there's an outside world.
      
      She wheels away from him, covering her ears, trying to get
      away from his voice.
      
                          EVEY
                Shut up!  You're mad!  I don't want
                to hear it!
      
                          V
                That's because you're afraid, Evey. 
                You're afraid because you can feel
                freedom closing in on you.  You're
                afraid because freedom is
                terrifying.
      
      Evey falls, stumbling through the labyrinth of the Shadow
      Gallery.
      
                          EVEY
                I can't feel anything!  There's
                nothing left to feel!  Don't you
                understand?
      
                          V
                Don't back away from it, Evey. 
                Part of you understands the truth
                even as part pretends not to.
      
      She collapses, head pounding.
      
                          V
                Woman, this is the most important
                moment in your life.  Don't run
                from it.
      
                          EVEY
                I don't know what -- Oh god -- I
                can't breathe --
      
      V couches next to her.
      
                          V
                Good.  You're almost there.  Go
                closer.  Feel the shape of it.
      
                          EVEY
                What are you doing to me?  I can't
                breathe --
      
                          V
                You were in a cell.  They offered
                you a choice between the death of
                your principles and the death of
                your body.
      
      He cradles her as she hyperventilates, tears streaming down
      her face.
      
                          EVEY
                I feel -- I feel like I'm going to
                burst.
      
                          V
                You said you'd rather die.  You
                faced the fear of your own death
                and you were calm.  Try to feel now
                what you felt then.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh god -- I felt --
      
      The mask hovers over her.
      
                          EVEY
                Like an angel --
      
      He squeezes her shuddering body.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh god, V, I'm so scared.  What's
                happening to me?
      
                          V
                The door of the cage is open, Evey. 
                All that you feel is the wind from
                outside.  Don't be afraid.
      
      Gently, he lifts her.
      
                          V
                Try to walk.  The lift will take us
                to the roof.
      
                          EVEY
                The roof?  Outside?
      
      He helps her to an open elevator.
      
                          EVEY
                I -- I don't want to be
                blindfolded.
      
                          V
                No, Evey.  No more blindfolds.
      
      The cage in the elevator rattles shut.
      
      EXT.  ROOF - NIGHT
      
      The two figures stand in the door of the roof access, a
      raging tempest oozing from a split sky.
      
      Something draws Evey out into the storm.
      
      Slowly, she walks beneath it, the wind and rain pounding
      against her thin frame.  Evey lets the coarse slipover fall
      to the ground and stares straight up into the storm, naked,
      the elements soaking into her very being.
      
      V moves up behind her.
      
                          V
                Do you feel it?
      
                          EVEY
                Everything's so -- different.
      
                          V
                I know.  Five years ago, I too
                stared beneath a night like this. 
                Naked under a roaring sky.
      
      A low rumble of thunder washes over London.
      
                          V
                The night is yours, Evey.  Seize
                it.  Encircle it within your arms.
      
      His words buffet against her with the sheets of rain.
      
                          V
                Bury it in your heart up to the
                hilt.
      
      She raises her arms to embrace the raging torrent.
      
                          V
                Become transfixed and
                transfigured -- 
                
      A jagged bolt of lightning shatters the sky.
      
                          V
                Forever.
      
      EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING
      
      Finch gets out of a police car and looks up the black face of
      the modern building.  He sighs and taps his pipe against the
      heel of his shoe.
      
                          DASCOMBE
                Finch!
      
      Finch turns to find Dascombe hurrying towards him.
      
                          DASCOMBE
                Do you know what this is all about?
      
                          FINCH
                No, but I can guess.
      
                          DASCOMBE
                What?
      
                          FINCH
                "Remember, remember, the fifth of
                November."
      
                          DASCOMBE
                Oh come on.  He's long gone.  He
                has to be.  He did what he came to
                do and it's over.
      
      Finch chews on his pipe.
      
                          DASCOMBE
                Isn't it?
      
                          FINCH
                Not for us.
      
      He turns and heads into the building.
      
                                                      FADE OUT.
      
      FADE IN:
      
      EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY
      
      A dark November sky hangs like a shroud over the building.
      
                          LEADER (V.O.)
                A year, gentlemen.
      
      INT.  COUNCIL CONFERENCE ROOM
      
      The heads of each department are gathered around a table of
      black granite.
      
      Peter Creedy, sitting back out of the lights, is the new head
      of the Finger.
      
                          LEADER
                I have given you almost a year and
                you have given me nothing. 
                Nothing!
      
      He glares at Finch.
      
                          DASCOMBE
                Now Adam, there is no one better
                than Finch and you know it.
      
                          LEADER
                Yes, Mr. Dascombe, I do know it. 
                It is that very fact that keeps me
                awake at night, wondering if
                perhaps there is a reason that Mr.
                Finch has failed.
      
                          FINCH
                What are you saying?
      
                          LEADER
                I'm saying that perhaps I don't
                know you as well as I thought I
                did.
      
                          FINCH
                Are you asking for my resignation?
      
                          LEADER
                No, I am asking for some goddamn
                results!
      
                          DASCOMBE
                It's not Finch's fault, Adam.
      
                          CONRAD
                We've all been looking.  The man
                simply disappeared.
      
                          ETHERIDGE
                Vanished.
      
                          DASCOMBE
                He's gone, Adam.  It's over.
      
      The Leader trembles like a volcano set to blow.
      
                          LEADER
                It's over, is it?  He's gone. 
                Vanished, you say?
      
      The Leader grabs a large box from the floor and hurls reams
      of computer printout across the table.
      
                          LEADER
                Transcripts recorded over the last
                thirty days in which the terrorist
                was talked about or mentioned in a
                positive context.  This is only
                thirty days!
      
      He punches a "play" button and a wall of monitors blink on. 
      It is a recording of a television variety show.
      
      A character that is made to look like Adam Susan is giving a
      speech.  A woman is dressed like V except that the only thing
      she is wearing under her cloak is a garter belt, stockings
      and high heels.
      
      V sneaks up behind Susan and yanks his pants down.  Susan is
      outraged but when he gives chase he trips over his pants. 
      The audience hoots and howls.
      
      The Leader kills the tape.
      
                          LEADER
                Is this what you consider,
                "disappeared?"
      
                          DASCOMBE
                For god's sake, Adam, it's a stupid
                variety show.
      
                          LEADER
                Mr. Creedy, I want the producers,
                writers, and actors of that "stupid
                variety show" arrested and charged
                with sedition.
      
                          CREEDY
                Yes, sir.
      
                          DASCOMBE
                You can't be serious --
      
                          LEADER
                Push me, Roger, push me and you'll
                find out how serious I am.
      
      He stares each of them to silence.
      
                          LEADER
                This, this V is still out there.  I
                can feel him like a sickness
                worming its way into the hearts and
                minds of the public.  Something
                must be done, and done quickly, to
                exorcise this demon for the very
                soul of this country is at stake.
      
      He pauses.
      
                          LEADER
                That is why I am compelled to give
                each and every one of you notice
                that if by the fifth of November
                you are still giving me nothing
                more than excuses, I will have to
                revoke your party status and
                terminate your positions.
      
      Everyone is stunned.
      
                          LEADER
                Mr. Creedy, I will speak with you
                in private.  The rest of you are
                dismissed.  England prevails.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S PRIVATE QUARTERS
      
      The Leader stands at the window.
      
                          LEADER
                Mr. Creedy, as the new head of the
                Finger, you are the most important
                member of my cabinet.
      
                          CREEDY
                I, uh, appreciate your faith in me.
      
                          LEADER
                Your predecessor, Mr. Almond, was a
                good man, a man who understood what
                strength in unity meant, a man who,
                above all, loved his country.  I
                need to know if you are such a man.
      
      His eyes bore into him.
      
                          LEADER
                Do you love your country, Mr.
                Creedy?
      
      EXT.  ALLEYWAY
      
      A police car is parked in a dark alley.  It is raining and
      the windows of the car are completely steamed.
      
                          CREEDY
                Oh god, yes!
      
      He is sweating, his knuckles white as he squeezes the
      steering wheel, panting.
      
      We hear a noise like a very wet kiss and then a woman's
      voice.
      
                          HELEN
                "The most important member of my
                cabinet."  Yes it is, isn't it,
                dear?
      
      Helen lifts her head out of his lap.  Her lipstick is smeared
      about her mouth.
      
                          CREEDY
                Oh, don't stop.
      
                          HELEN
                I stop when you stop.  What did he
                say next?
      
                          CREEDY
                I can't --
      
      She whispers in his ear while playing with his lap.
      
                          HELEN
                Come on, Peter, what are you afraid
                of?  Almond used to tell me
                everything and you're twice the man
                he was.
      
                          CREEDY
                He asked me... if I loved my
                country.
      
                          HELEN
                Oh yes, I can tell you do love your
                country, almost as much as you love
                this...
      
      She lowers her head into this lap.
      
                          CREEDY
                Oh god...
      
                          HELEN
                Go on.
      
                          CREEDY
                Then he asked me to do something...
                oh, oh...
      
                          HELEN
                What?
      
                          CREEDY
                Helen, I can't.  I can't tell you.
      
      Helen lifts her head.
      
                          HELEN
                He told you to frame someone as the
                terrorist.
      
                          CREEDY
                My god?!  How did you know that?
      
                          HELEN
                I know Adam Susan.  Now who was it?
      
                          CREEDY
                No way.  I can't tell you that.
      
                          HELEN
                Yes you can, honey.  You can and
                you will.  You have to trust me,
                love.  We're going to help each
                other.
      
                          CREEDY
                Helen, please.
      
                          HELEN
                Look at that face.  You see? 
                You're just bursting to tell me.
      
      Her head drops back down.  Creedy moans.
      
                          HELEN
                Now who was it?
      
                          CREEDY
                It was... Fi... Fi... FINCH!
      
      The name seems to orgasm from his mouth.
      
      INT.  FINCH'S APARTMENT
      
      Finch sits alone in his modest apartment, reading a book. 
      The book is Koesterler's, "The Roots of Coincidence."
      
      An old CD player is playing music, a Bach piano concerto.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      V is playing the exact same concerto on his piano, his gloved
      fingers gracefully flitting across the keys.
      
      Evey enters the gallery.  Her hair has grown out but is still
      short.  She projects a kind of strength that comes from a
      deep inner peace.
      
      V coaxes the final delicate notes and lets them softly fade.
      
                          EVEY
                That was beautiful.
      
      She walks up to him and takes the smiling face in her hands.
      
                          EVEY
                I've wanted to do this for a long
                time.
      
      She bends and gently kisses the frozen lips.
      
                          EVEY
                Thank you, V.  Thank you for
                everything you've done for me.
      
                          V
                You did it all yourself, Evey.  I
                just provided the backdrop but the
                drama was all your own.
      
                          EVEY
                It was a good backdrop.  I believed
                it.  I really did.  It's still a
                bit hard for me to accept that it
                wasn't real.  That it was just you. 
                Especially the letter.
      
      She takes the letter from her pocket.
      
                          EVEY
                It is a beautiful letter, V.  Every
                time I read it I could feel
                Valerie, almost like she was
                holding me.  I believed in her most
                of all.  I believed that she loved
                me and I loved her back.
      
      She looks down.
      
                          EVEY
                I feel a bit foolish telling you
                this.  I know that you must have
                written it and thought you should
                have it back.
      
                          V
                But I didn't write that letter,
                Evey.
      
                          EVEY
                What?
      
                          V
                Come with me.
      
      INT.  VALERIE'S ROOM
      
      It is a shrine.  The walls are covered with movie posters and
      reviews and pictures of an actresses named Valerie Page.  We
      recognize her as the woman chosen for the medical block just
      before V.
      
      Everywhere there are flower boxes filled with blooming roses;
      violet carsons.
      
                          EVEY
                Valerie?
      
                          V
                Yes.  Valerie Page.  She was the
                woman in room four.
      
                          EVEY
                She's beautiful.
      
                          V
                She wrote the letter just before
                she died.  I delivered it to you as
                it was delivered to me.  The words
                you wept over were the same words
                that transformed me.
      
      Evey smiles and bends to smell the roses.
      
                          EVEY
                Roses.  You grew them for her.
      
                          V
                Yes.
      
                          EVEY
                They're beautiful.
      
                          V
                Evey, do you know what day it is?
      
                          EVEY
                Two days before the first day we
                met.
      
                          V
                You remembered.
      
                          EVEY
                You're planning something, aren't
                you, V?
      
                          V
                You know me too well now.
      
                          EVEY
                What are you going to do?
      
                          V
                I'm going to fulfill an old
                promise.
      
      Evey cocks an eyebrow.
      
                          V
                I'll show you.
      
      INT.  UNDERGROUND STAIRWELL
      
      Carrying a lantern, V leads Evey down a dark stone staircase.
      
                          EVEY
                I've never been here before.
      
                          V
                Yes.  It is the deepest part of my
                home.  Once you know it, I should
                think you'll know everything.
      
      He pushes a button and a secret passage opens in a heavy
      stone wall.
      
      There is a small narrow series of passageways that he guides
      her through, leading to another door.  Evey steps out into an
      underground subway station.
      
      INT.  VICTORIA STATION
      
      Parked beside the concrete platform is a beautiful antique
      train car.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh, V, it's lovely.  Where on earth
                did you find it?
      
                          V
                In a way, I suppose it really found
                me.
      
      Evey steps into the train car and finds it filled with little
      packages wrapped in wax paper.
      
                          EVEY
                What's in these packages?
      
                          V
                Gelignite.
      
      She screams and almost drops one.
      
                          V
                Careful.
      
                          EVEY
                What are you going to do with all
                of it?
      
                          V
                I told you.  I'm going to finish
                what was started four hundred years
                ago.
      
                          EVEY
                Where does this train go?
      
                          V
                This is the old Victoria line but
                it is blocked, blocked somewhere
                between Whitehall and St. James.
      
                          EVEY
                Whitehall... V, that's the New
                Government Building.
      
      V nods.
      
                          EVEY
                But the underground has been shut
                down for years.  How are you going
                to make it run without any power?
      
                          V
                I just thought I might ask them to
                turn it on for me.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      The Leader sits bathed in the flickering images of the Fate
      computer.
      
                          LEADER
                Yes, Mr. Creedy?
      
                          CREEDY
                Everything's set, sir.  No worries.
      
                          LEADER
                When?
      
                          CREEDY
                Tonight.
      
      On one of the screens, a television program has just begun.
      
                          ANNOUNCER
                Tonight on Tales from the Bible, a
                story of treachery and betrayal
                from the Book of Daniel.
      
      We cut from that screen to another screen --
      
      INT.  JORDAN TOWER - CONTROL BOOTH
      
      The television studio where Roger Dascombe surveys a large
      bank of monitors filled with the images of typically vapid
      television entertainment.
      
                          DASCOMBE
                All of London's waiting.  Ready,
                two.  And here we go --
      
      A player locks on as a recorded program begins.  We move in
      as the logo slashes across the screen: Storm Saxon.
      
                          ANNOUNCER
                Tonight, England's greatest hero
                repels the forces of darkness in a
                brand new episode.
      
      We pull back from the show's opening teaser and find
      ourselves looking at a small television.
      
      INT.  JORDAN TOWER
      
      In the delivery bay at the back of Jordan tower, five
      security guards are riveted to the heroic actions of Storm
      Saxon.
      
                          HEIDI
                Oh, Storm.  Save me!  Save me!
      
                          STORM
                You mongrel trash, if you harm her!
      
                          MONGREL TRASH
                Look out, de white debil has a
                laser lugar!
      
      Behind them, a shadowy figure in a cloak and tall hat enters
      the loading bay.
      
                          GUARD
                Hey, what the -- ?
      
      They all turn and find a smiling V.
      
      They go for their weapons.  V goes for them.  It is brutal
      and quick, knives slicing in bloody arcs, bodies kicked and
      thrown with superhuman power.
      
      The TV crashes to the ground and we move in at it as Storm
      Saxon stands triumphant beside his buxom lass.
      
                          HEIDI
                Oh Storm, hold me.  Hold me tight.
      
      We pull back on another television screen inside --
      
      INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE
      
      Dominic is chewing on a hamburger, engrossed in Storm Saxon. 
      Across the room, Finch is reading the "Roots of Coincidence."
      
                          FINCH
                I don't know how you stand that
                tripe.
      
      Dominic answers with a mouthful of cheeseburger.
      
                          DOMINIC
                Es gooh.
      
      Finch shakes his head, reaching for his pipe.  He realizes he
      is out of tobacco.  He slides open the bottom desk drawer and
      his eyes almost pop out of his head.
      
      He stares into the drawer like someone staring at his own
      tombstone.
      
                          DOMINIC
                Finch?  Finch, what's wrong?
      
      Slowly, he lifts something from the drawer.  On his desk, he
      lays out several knives, a cloak, a hat, and a smiling mask.
      
                          DOMINIC
                What the hell?
      
      Finch lifts the mask and almost has to laugh.
      
                          FINCH
                Don't you see, Dominic?
      
      He puts the mask to his face.
      
                          FINCH
                I'm V.
      
      INT.  JORDAN TOWER
      
      V emerges from an elevator and immediately attacks several
      more guards.  A surveillance camera watches as V steps over
      their slumped, broken bodies.
      
      INT.  CONTROL CENTER
      
      The security guard sees V on the monitor coming directly down
      the hall.
      
                          GUARD
                Bloody hell!
      
      He grabs the machine gun, aiming it just as V kicks open the
      door.
      
                          GUARD
                Freeze!
      
      V stops.  At least five guards have trained their weapons on
      him.  He is surrounded.
      
      Slowly, he lifts his arms as though surrendering.  His cloak
      opens, revealing enough TNT to level the entire building.  In
      his hand is the plunger detonator.
      
                          GUARD
                Fuck all.
      
      V nods.
      
      INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE
      
      The door bursts open as Creedy and a group of heavily armed
      Fingermen muscle in.
      
                          DOMINIC
                Creedy?  What the hell's going on?
      
                          CREEDY
                I'm here to arrest Mr. Finch for
                acts of treason and terrorism.
      
                          DOMINIC
                You can't be serious.
      
                          CREEDY
                If I were you, boy, I'd shut my
                hole unless you want to start
                explaining why you didn't say
                nothing about Mr. Finch's secret
                identity.
      
      INT.  JORDAN TOWER
      
      V follows Roger Dascombe into the main control booth.  The
      door shuts behind them and they are alone.
      
      All around them are the laugh tracks and gunshots of the
      evening's entertainment.
      
      V puts his hand into his cloak and pulls out a videotape.  He
      hands it to Dascombe.
      
      INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE
      
      Finch glares at Creedy.
      
                          FINCH
                Why don't you just shoot me,
                Creedy?  Wouldn't that make
                everything a lot simpler?
      
                          CREEDY
                Yeah, I suppose it would.
      
      Creedy smiles, his finger tightening on the trigger when --
      
                          DOMINIC
                Holy Christ!  Creedy, you stupid
                ape!  If Finch is V then tell me
                who is that?
      
      He points at the television where V sits calmly at a desk in
      front of the "VTV" logo.
      
                          V
                Good evening, London.
      
                          CREEDY
                Bloody fuckin' hell.
      
                          V
                I thought it was time we had a
                little talk.
      
                          FINCH
                He has to be at Jordan tower.  Come
                on!
      
      Finch and Dominic rush out of the room.  Creedy looks at his
      confused men.
      
                          CREEDY
                Don't just stand there!  Follow
                them!
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      V smiles at the horrified Adam Susan.
      
                          V
                Are you sitting comfortably?  Good. 
                Then I'll begin.
      
      The Leader screams, pounding on Fate.
      
                          LEADER
                Damn you!  Damn you!
      
      He hits the intercom.
      
                          LEADER
                Lieutenant, ready my transport.  I
                want every armed man within a
                hundred miles at Jordan tower. 
                Now!
      
      We move in at VTV.
      
                          V
                Right now, I imagine there are
                hundreds of soldiers rushing here
                to kill me because someone does not
                want us to talk.
      
      We pull back in --
      
      INT.  LIVING ROOM
      
      A family watching television.  In the background, two
      children are squabbling.
      
                          MOTHER
                Hush.  Turn it up.
      
      The husband does.  V's voice gets louder as we move towards
      him.
      
                          V
                They are afraid that I am going to
                say the things that are not
                supposed to be said.  They are
                afraid that I am going to say the
                truth.
      
      INT.  APARTMENT
      
      A man sits on his couch, mesmerized by V.
      
                          V
                The truth is that there is
                something terribly wrong with this
                country, isn't there?  If you look
                about, you witness cruelty,
                injustice and despotism.  But what
                do you do about it?  What can you
                do?
      
      He pops his beer tab and the beer foams over the couch but he
      doesn't seem to notice.
      
      INT.  FINCH'S POLICE CAR
      
      The car races wildly towards Jordan tower as Finch and
      Dominic listen to the broadcast on the radio.
      
                          V (V.O.)
                You are but a single individual. 
                How can you possible make any
                difference?  Individuals have no
                power in this modern world. 
                That is what you've been taught
                because that is what they need you
                to believe.  But it is not true.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S TRANSPORT
      
      The Leader seethes, staring at three television monitors in
      his limo which are all filled with V.
      
                          V
                This is why they are afraid and the
                reason that I am here; to remind
                you that it is individuals who
                always hold the power.  The real
                power.  Individuals like me.  And
                individuals like you.
      
      INT.  KITTY KAT KELLER
      
      The bar is almost completely soundless except for the voice
      of V.  People stare at the television as if the moment were
      somehow suspended in time.
      
                          V
                I have come to offer you a deal. 
                If you accept, I will give you a
                different world.  A world without
                curfews, without soldiers and
                surveillance systems.  A world that
                is not run by other men but that is
                run by you.  I am offering you a
                second chance.
      
      EXT.  JORDAN TOWER
      
      The military forces have begun to swarm.
      
                          V
                Four hundred years ago, a great
                citizen made a most significant
                contribution to our common culture. 
                It was a contribution forged in
                secrecy and stealth although it is
                best remembered in noise and bright
                light.
      
      EXT.  TELEVISION STORE
      
      A crowd has gathered, watching through the window.
      
                          V
                To commemorate that glorious night
                at precisely the stroke of
                midnight, the edifice of their
                world will erupt with enough sound
                and fury to shake the earth.  All I
                ask is that you join me at the
                gates to watch as the past is
                erased, the pathway cleared so that
                together we can start toward a new
                day.
      
      EXT.  JORDAN TOWER
      
      The Leader climbs out of his limo and is met by one of his
      captains.
      
                          LEADER
                I want this man dead!  I want him
                shot on sight!
      
                          CAPTAIN
                Yes, sir.
      
      INT.  FINCH'S CAR
      
      Finch can see the forces gathering outside Jordan tower.
      
                          V (V.O.)
                But, you ask, who am I to make such
                promises?  A fair question but
                hardly necessary as you know me
                already.  To know me any more you
                need only look to a mirror.
      
      Finch catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
      
      INT.  CONTROL BOOTH
      
      VTV fills every screen.
      
                          V
                Truth be told, this wasn't even my
                idea, was it?  If you think back,
                you'll remember that night,
                whispering in your lover's arms.  I
                became a part of your plan just as
                you have now become part of mine. 
                Give me the line of the queen and
                I'll give you your secret dream.
      
      INT.  JORDAN TOWER - HALLWAY
      
      A heavy battering ram is rushed down the hall, carried by
      four soldiers.
      
                          V (V.O.)
                On the twelfth stroke of the fifth
                day of the eleventh month, I hope
                we shall all meet again.
      
      EXT.  TELEVISION STORE
      
      The crowd is much larger.
      
                          V
                Until then, I bid you goodnight.
      
      Every screen suddenly goes black.  The crowd turns to each
      other, unsure of what to do.
      
      INT.  CONTROL BOOTH
      
      The door explodes open.  V is standing alone, almost as if
      waiting for them.
      
      Before he can even move, they shoot.  Machine gun fire lights
      up the room.  V's body dances and jerks backward, smashing
      through an observation window --
      
      Falling to the television stage below.
      
      INT.  HALL
      
      A path is cleared for the Leader.  As he heads into the
      television studio, an armed soldier is heading in the
      opposite direction.
      
      It is impossible to tell because of the dark face plate but
      it looks like the soldier is smiling.
      
      The Leader shoves his way onto the main stage.  A group of
      soldiers is gathered around the body.
      
                          LEADER
                Who was it?  Who was he?
      
      The mask is pried off, revealing the lifeless face of Roger
      Dascombe.  To the Leader, it is an obvious revelation.
      
                          LEADER
                Roger Dascombe!  Of course.  Of
                course!  It makes such perfect
                sense.
      
                          CAPTAIN
                Sir, I think there has been a
                mistake.
      
                          LEADER
                No!  There is no mistake!
      
                          CAPTAIN
                But sir, there are people that say
                they saw both the terrorist and
                Dascombe together --
      
                          LEADER
                Who?  Who are these people?  They
                must be detained immediately. 
                Whatever they saw or whatever they
                think they saw is subordinate to
                the truth and that truth is that
                Roger Dascombe is the terrorist and
                the terrorist is dead!
      
                          FINCH
                But I thought I was the terrorist.
      
      Finch's voice stops the Leader cold.
      
                          LEADER
                Finch, what are you doing here?
      
                          FINCH
                Since I'm not in jail and since you
                have another, even more convenient
                suspect.  I'm guessing the charges
                have been dropped.
      
                          LEADER
                Be careful, Finch.
      
                          FINCH
                I am careful, sir.  Always.  That
                is why I suggest that a search of
                this building begin immediately.
      
                          LEADER
                The terrorist is dead!
      
                          FINCH
                With all due respect, I disagree
                and I believe that he is presently
                trying to get out of this building
                disguised as one of us.
      
                          LEADER
                Are you challenging my authority?
      
                          FINCH
                No sir, I'm trying to run an
                investigation --
      
                          LEADER
                I am trying to run a country!  When
                I tell you, Mr. Finch, the
                terrorist is dead, then the
                terrorist is dead!  If you continue
                to suggest otherwise then you will
                leave me no choice but to have you
                arrested on charges of sedition. 
                Do I make myself clear?
      
      He eyes the room.  Everyone is silent.
      
                          LEADER
                Now, it is imperative for the
                people of London to know that they
                are safe, that the terrorist is
                dead and everything is under
                control.
      
      The Leader storms past Finch who looks at Dascombe and bites
      down on his pipe.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      One of the Ear's black vans has been modified with large
      speakers wired to the roof.  As the van rolls down the
      street, the speakers drone with a looped message.
      
                          SPEAKERS
                The terrorist is dead.  No further
                threat exists.  Everything is under
                control.
      
      Out of the back, soldiers hurl leaflets that swirl and
      flutter in the van's wake.
      
      The little girl on the bicycle that we saw earlier stops and
      picks up one of the leaflets.
      
      It has a picture with the body of Roger Dascombe beneath the
      headline, "The terrorist is dead!  London is safe once
      again!"
      
                          LITTLE GIRL
                Bollocks.
      
      She crumbles the leaflet and throws it.
      
                          LITTLE GIRL
                Bollocks!
      
      She gets off her bike and takes something out of the
      backpack.
      
                          LITTLE GIRL
                He's not dead!  It's all bollocks!
      
      Turning to a nearby wall, she spray paints a large circle
      around a "V".
      
      INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE
      
      A recording of VTV plays on the small television.
      
                          V
                ... if you give me the line of the
                queen, I'll give you your secret
                dream.
      
      Dominic freezes the image; V stares at them, smiling.
      
                          FINCH
                Play it again.
      
                          DOMINIC
                Come on, Finch.  We've seen it
                fifty times.  I mean, after what
                they done to you, I don't know why
                we're even trying to stop him.
      
      Finch stares out the window.
      
                          FINCH
                I don't know.  For twenty seven
                years, I've been at this job. 
                Twenty seven years, I've done what
                I've been told to do.  Maybe that's
                all there is to it.  I'm just a
                dumb old dog.  A dumb old dog that
                only knows one trick.
      
                          DOMINIC
                That ain't it, Finch.  It's more
                than that.  I know you.  It's
                something personal with this one.
      
      Finch smiles.
      
                          FINCH
                Maybe.  And maybe I'm not ready for
                a revolution.
      
                          DOMINIC
                Well, we got less than thirty hours
                to stop it.
      
                          FINCH
                We will.
      
                          DOMINIC
                How?
      
                          FINCH
                It's on the tape.  I know it.  I
                can feel it.  He did this for a
                reason.  He needs something.
      
                          DOMINIC
                What?
      
                          FINCH
                The line of the Queen?
      
                          DOMINIC
                But what does that mean?
      
                          FINCH
                Maybe it's a line from Shakespeare. 
                Or a book.  I don't know.
      
      He rewinds and starts the tape.
      
                          V
                ... This wasn't even my idea, was
                it?
      
                          FINCH
                But right here.  He's talking to
                someone.  Someone specific. 
                Someone who knows what he wants.
      
                          V
                If you think back, you'll --
      
      INT.  CONRAD'S BEDROOM
      
      V continues on a different television.
      
                          V
                Remember that night, whispering in
                your lover's arms.
      
      Helen Heyer is lying on her bed, eating chocolates, watching
      V through calculating eyes.
      
      At her feet, we hear a suckling noise that suddenly stops.
      
                          CONRAD
                Helen?  Helen, why did you want
                that tape?
      
                          HELEN
                Shut up, Conrad.  I'm thinking.
      
      She shoves her foot back into his mouth and he continues to
      suck on it and each of her toes.
      
                          V
                ... now you've become a part of
                mine.
      
                          HELEN
                How?  How did you know that?
      
      Conrad moves up her ankle, licking and kissing his way to her
      knee.
      
                          CONRAD
                Know what, my love?
      
                          V
                Give me the line of the Queen and
                I'll give you your secret dream.
      
      She freezes the tape.  Her eyes light up and she smiles back
      at him.
      
                          HELEN
                All right.  You have a deal.
      
      Conrad licks along the inside of her thigh until she slaps
      him.
      
                          HELEN
                Oh no!  Not you.  Conrad.  Not yet. 
                Here you can have a chocolate. 
                Open up.  Open!
      
      She shoves the candy in his mouth.
      
                          HELEN
                Good boy.  As for the rest of the
                box, perhaps when you're Leader.
      
      She smiles.
      
                          HELEN
                Right now I need something else
                Conrad.  I need you to use that
                pretty little brain for me.  You
                know all about the old underground,
                don't you?
      
      He nods still gagged with the candy.
      
                          HELEN
                I need to know everything,
                understand?  Everything.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      There are cameras set in front of the large black leather
      chair so that the flashing images and data of the Fate
      computer system can be seen behind the Leader.
      
      A makeup artist mattes down the Leader's lipstick.
      
                          ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
                Ready in five, Leader.
      
      The makeup artist adjusts one last hair and scurries off.
      
                          ASSISTANT DIRECTOR
                In four, three...
      
      He points and the camera's red light goes on.
      
      INT.  LIVING ROOM
      
      The same family, the same squabbling children watching as a
      "Special Bulletin" interrupts a laugh track.
      
                          LEADER
                Good evening London.  As Leader of
                this great country, I felt it
                imperative to speak with you and to
                assure you once and for all that
                the shadow that recently fell
                across our land has indeed passed.
      
                          WOMAN
                Oh, for fuck's sake.
      
      EXT.  TELEVISION STORE - NIGHT
      
      No one is watching.
      
                          LEADER
                What we have endured this long year
                was no accident, no mere
                coincidence.  This was not a simple
                act of terror conducted by a
                singular madman.  No, this was a
                test.
      
      INT.  KITTY KAT KELLER
      
      A drunk struggles up onto his bar stool blocking the TV.
      
                          LEADER
                It was not me, nor the Party, nor
                the government that was threatened
                this year.  It was our beliefs. 
                Our faith.  I believe that God
                himself bore witness to our
                struggle and like Job I believe
                that we have been vindicated.
      
      The drunk raises his glass.
      
                          DRUNK
                Remember fifth of November!
      
      The bar cheers.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      The Leader reaches for his Bible.
      
                          LEADER
                How do I know this?  Let me read to
                you where I found the answer, where
                I so often find the answer.  In the
                Scripture.  Revelations.
      
      EXT.  STREET CORNER - NIGHT
      
      The megaphones blast the Leader's voice.
      
                          LEADER (V.O.)
                "If any man have an ear, let him
                hear."
      
      INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE
      
      There are stacks of printout everywhere.
      
                          LEADER (V.O.)
                "He that leadeth into captivity
                shall go into captivity; he that
                killeth with the sword shall be
                killed with the sword.  Here is the
                patience and faith of the Saints."
      
      Finch stops reading, listening to the radio.
      
                          LEADER (V.O.)
                "And I beheld another beast coming
                out of the Earth; and he had two
                horns like a lamb and he spake as a
                dragon."
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      Another radio crackles with the Leader's voice.
      
                          LEADER (V.O.)
                "And he doeth great wonders, so
                that he maketh fire come down from
                Heaven on the Earth in the sight of
                men."
      
      V nods, almost laughing as Evey enters the gallery.
      
                          LEADER (V.O.)
                "And he deceiveth them that dwell
                on the Earth by the means of those
                miracles which he had the power to
                do --"
      
                          EVEY
                Oh, V, turn it off, please.
      
                          V
                Of course, my dear.
      
      He reaches over and changes the frequency.  We hear voices,
      hushed and secret but we recognize them.
      
                          CREEDY (V.O.)
                But how does he know?
      
                          HELEN (V.O.)
                I don't know.  All I know is he
                does... And I know what he wants.
      
      The voices are labored, punctuated by gasps and moans.
      
                          EVEY
                What is that, V?
      
                          V
                That, Evey, is what I have been
                waiting for.
      
                          CREEDY (V.O.)
                Do you know what I want?  I want
                you just like this... Bent over
                that black leather chair...
      
      We are pulled by the radio into --
      
      INT.  CREEDY'S BEDROOM
      
      Where we see a tiny microphone hidden in the ceiling light
      above the bed.
      
      Helen moans as we drift down, glimpsing Helen, her arms
      reaching for the edges of the bed, her back arching up
      towards Creedy, behind her, smiling.
      
                          CREEDY
                What about Conrad?
      
                          HELEN
                I told you, I'll handle Conrad and
                V will take care of Susan.  The mob
                will take care of the guard and
                then... You can use the Finger to
                take over.
      
                          CREEDY
                Use the Finger?  You mean like
                this?
      
      He inserts a finger into her.
      
                          HELEN
                Oh... oh... that is vulgar...
      
                          CREEDY
                But you like it?
      
                          HELEN
                Yes, oh yes, oh you're a pig,
                Peter...
      
                          CREEDY
                That I am, misses.  But I'm the pig
                that's gonna be running this
                country.
      
      That sends a shiver through Helen's body.
      
                          HELEN
                Yes and I'm... I'm going to be
                Eva... Oh Eva...
      
      Her eyes close and her fists knot the sheets.
      
                          HELEN
                "Don't cry for me Argen... oh
                Argen... Argen... tina!
      
      The word is almost lost in her orgasm.
      
      EXT.  LONDON
      
      The sun rises over London.  It is the morning of the fourth.
      
      INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE
      
      Finch looks through the blinds at the morning sun.  He has
      been up all night.  He checks his watch: 6:00am.
      
                          FINCH
                Eighteen hours.
      
      Rubbing the knot in his neck, he turns back to his office
      which is now buried beneath mounds of paper.
      
      Dominic is passed out, sprawled on the couch, and clutching a
      printout from Spencer's "Fairy Queen."
      
                          FINCH
                Dominic!
      
      Dominic jumps, immediately searching the printout.
      
                          FINCH
                Dominic, go home.
      
                          DOMINIC
                But I've still got over three
                hundred lines from The Fairy Queen.
      
                          FINCH
                Forget it.  There's no more time. 
                You go home and get some rest. 
                You're going to need it tonight.
      
      Dominic lets the papers fall to the floor.
      
                          DOMINIC
                He's got us, doesn't he, Finch?
      
                          FINCH
                Yes, he does.
      
      EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING
      
      Conrad pulls his car into his reserved space.
      
      INT.  CAR
      
      Helen holds Conrad's chin the way a mother holds a child when
      she is telling them something important.
      
                          HELEN
                Now listen to me, Conrad.  This is
                the most important moment of our
                lives.  Everything I've worked and
                hoped for comes to this.  Susan is
                a very dangerous man, especially
                now, that's why I need you, Conrad. 
                I need you to be stronger than him. 
                I need you to be the better man. 
                Understand?
      
      Conrad nods.
      
                          HELEN
                If you do this Conrad, and you do
                it right, I'm going to turn you
                from the little man I married into
                the man of my dreams.
      
                          CONRAD
                Oh, Helen.
      
      He embraces her to kiss but she turns her perfectly painted
      lips.
      
                          HELEN
                Not on the lips.
      
      Ardently, he kisses her cheek.
      
      INT.  FINCH'S OFFICE
      
      Finch sits alone, palms pressed to his bleary eyes.
      
                          FINCH
                Give it up, old man.  You're not
                even sure you want to stop him.
      
      With a red pen, he begins absently drawing red circles around
      any V he sees on any piece of paper.
      
      Victims.  Vectors.  Values.  Victory.  Words from quotes and
      lists.
      
      Suddenly, he stops.  Carefully, as if reaching to touch a
      butterfly, he slips a single sheet out from the sheaves
      covering his desk.
      
      The paper has a long list: the names of all the Queens of
      England.  He has circled in red the V in Victoria.
      
      When it hits him, it hits him like a falling safe.
      
                          FINCH
                Christ!  That's it!  It's got to be
                it!
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      The intercom clicks on.
      
                          LIEUTENANT (V.O.)
                Sir, Mr. Heyer is here to see you. 
                Says it's urgent.  And he's here
                with his wife, sir.
      
                          LEADER
                His wife?
      
                          LIEUTENANT (V.O.)
                Sir, yes, sir -- Wait, you can't
                go --
      
      The door slaps open.
      
                          HELEN
                Leader, I'm terribly sorry but I
                absolutely must speak with you.
      
      The Leader waves the Lieutenant off.
      
                          HELEN
                I have something to tell you,
                something important but --
      
      She glances at Conrad.
      
                          HELEN
                I can tell you and only you.  In
                private.
      
      The Leader studies her.
      
                          HELEN
                It is a matter of national
                security.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      In his car, Finch races to a corner and slams on the brakes. 
      He gets out, staring at a shadow on the ground: a "V" in a
      circle.
      
      The shadow is cast by a sign for Victoria Station, part of
      the abandoned subway.
      
      The gates are chained shut.  He fires his pistol into the
      lock, kicks open the rusting gates, and descends into the
      underground.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S PRIVATE QUARTERS
      
      The Leader closes the door behind them.
      
                          LEADER
                Now what's this all about, Mrs.
                Heyer?
      
                          HELEN
                Please, forgive me.  I've been so
                afraid, afraid to come here to talk
                to you.  I thought he must know.  I
                was terrified he knew but I had to
                come because I knew you were the
                only one that can protect me.
      
                          LEADER
                Protect you from what?
      
      She is unable to go on, seemingly about to burst into tears.
      
                          LEADER
                Come now, Mrs. Heyer.
      
      He touches her and it is all she needs.  She buries her face
      into his chest.
      
                          HELEN
                You won't let him hurt me, will
                you?
      
                          LEADER
                Let who hurt you?
      
                          HELEN
                The terrorist.
      
                          LEADER
                The terrorist is dead.
      
                          HELEN
                Oh, how I wanted to believe it,
                Leader, but I know it's not true.
      
                          LEADER
                How?
      
                          HELEN
                Because I know who the terrorist
                is.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      Conrad is alone with Fate.  He glances about nervously,
      moving closer and closer.  His fingers reach out and graze
      the main keyboard.  Taking a deep breath, he turns and begins
      to type.
      
      INT.  PRIVATE QUARTERS
      
      The Leader takes hold of Helen by her shoulders.
      
                          LEADER
                Who?  Who is it, woman?
      
                          HELEN
                It's Conrad, Leader.  Conrad.  My
                husband is the terrorist.
      
                          LEADER
                What?!
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      Conrad accesses the department of water and power.  He finds
      the correct file and begins rerouting power to a once dead
      system.
      
      INT.  V'S TRAIN STATION
      
      A hanging light suddenly sizzles to life.  V looks up,
      smiling.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S PRIVATE QUARTERS
      
      The Leader stares hard at Helen.
      
                          LEADER
                How do you know?
      
                          HELEN
                I saw him, Leader.  In the middle
                of the night.  I heard something. 
                I went to the landing and that's
                when I saw it.
      
      She clutches him.
      
                          HELEN
                That mask.  That hideous smiling
                mask.
      
                          LEADER
                But how did you know it was Heyer?
      
                          HELEN
                I know, Leader.  I know the way a
                woman knows.
      
                          LEADER
                But you have no proof?
      
                          HELEN
                Proof?
      
                          LEADER
                Yes, proof?  This is an extremely
                delicate situation, Mrs. Heyer.  It
                has been reported that the
                terrorist is dead.  It would be a
                catastrophe to arrest a man now
                without concrete, conclusive proof. 
                Do you have any evidence at all?
      
      Tears well up in Helen's eyes as she shakes her head.
      
                          LEADER
                But if you're right, if Heyer is
                indeed the terrorist...
      
      His eyes fly wide and he spins away from her, throwing open
      the door.
      
                          HELEN
                Leader!  Wait!
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      Conrad sits calmly across the room.
      
                          CONRAD
                Is everything all right?  Helen?
      
                          LEADER
                Yes, Mr. Heyer, your wife has done
                her duty to her country.
      
      He turns to Helen.
      
                          LEADER
                Don't worry, Mrs. Heyer.  You will
                be taken care of.  I will launch an
                immediate investigation and I
                promise, you will be the first to
                know when an arrest will be made.
      
                          CONRAD
                Investigation of what?
      
                          LEADER
                Subversion, Mr. Heyer.  Your wife
                was privy to the dialogue of
                subversives.  That's all you need
                to know at this time.  Lieutenant!
      
      The Lieutenant appears almost instantly.
      
                          LEADER
                The Heyers are leaving.  I need to
                see Mr. Creedy at once.
      
      Helen looks up at the Leader, a smile hidden near the corners
      of her perfect red lips.
      
                          HELEN
                Thank you, sir.
      
      The Leader nods.
      
      INT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING
      
      Helen and Conrad get out of the elevator, standing beneath
      the rows of new party flags that line the lobby.
      
                          HELEN
                I want you to go straight to your
                office and wait for me to call. 
                When I do, I want you to come
                immediately home.  Understood?
      
                          CONRAD
                Yes, Helen.
      
      She embraces him, pressing her body against his.
      
                          HELEN
                Oh, Conrad, I'm so proud of you.
      
                          CONRAD
                I did it, Helen.  I did it, didn't
                I?
      
                          HELEN
                Tonight, Conrad.
      
                          CONRAD
                Tonight.
      
                          HELEN
                I promise you will never forget
                tonight.
      
      She almost kisses him.
      
                          HELEN
                Goodbye, Conrad.
      
      Smiling, she pivots on her heel and heads for the door.  He
      reaches for her when --
      
                          GUARD
                Mr. Heyer!  Mr. Heyer!
      
      The front desk guard rushes towards him.
      
                          CONRAD
                Yes?
      
                          GUARD
                Sir, this package arrived for you,
                sir.
      
      He hands him a small, brown wrapped box.
      
                          CONRAD
                Thank you.
      
      He looks back for Helen but she is already gone.
      
      INT.  SUBWAY
      
      A single flashlight beam creeps toward us as Finch searches
      the detritus of the dead train line.
      
      INT.  CONRAD'S CAR
      
      Sitting at a stoplight, Conrad decides to open the package. 
      Inside is a cassette tape.  The light changes and a car
      behind him honks.  He starts forward and inserts the tape.
      
      INT.  SUBWAY
      
      Finch crawls up onto the platform of V's hidden station,
      staring at the beautiful old train car.
      
      INT.  CONRAD'S CAR
      
      Strangling the steering wheel, Conrad listens to the tape. 
      The speedometer climbs as everything seems to accelerate.
      
                          TAPE (V.O.)
                Do you know what I want?  I want
                you just like this... bent over
                that black leather chair.
      
      Helen moans.
      
      INT.  TRAIN CAR
      
      Finch steps inside the car, his flashlight sweeping over the
      stacks of gelignite.
      
                          FINCH
                Oh my god.
      
      INT.  CONRAD'S CAR
      
      A scream builds in Conrad.  With tears in his eyes, he stares
      out the windshield but sees only the images created by the
      tape.
      
                          TAPE (V.O.)
                Use the Finger?... You mean like
                this?... Oh... That's vulgar... But
                you like it?... Yes... oh yes.
      
      Conrad loses control and the car careens up onto the sidewalk
      and smashes into a brick wall.
      
      Lifting his bloodied forehead, Conrad looks out and sees the
      ubiquitous poster partially destroyed by the crash: "Strength
      through purity, purity through faith."
      
      INT.  TRAIN CAR
      
      Finch hears something and jerks back, almost falling out of
      the car.  Aiming his gun, he finds no one.  He turns and
      bolts.
      
      As the sound of his footsteps fade, V steps out of the
      shadows.
      
      INT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING
      
      The Leader's Lieutenant looks up from his desk and sees Finch
      rushing towards him.
      
                          FINCH
                Is the Leader in?
      
                          LIEUTENANT
                Yes, but he's meeting with the
                Captain of the Guard.
      
                          FINCH
                Perfect.
      
                          LIEUTENANT
                Mr. Finch, you can't go in --
      
      Finch charges through the doors.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      The Leader and his Captain turn.
      
                          LEADER
                Mr. Finch?
      
                          FINCH
                Leader, I need as many men the
                Captain can spare and I need them
                right now.
      
                          CAPTAIN
                What for?
      
                          FINCH
                To capture codename V.
      
      EXT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE
      
      Creedy opens the trunk of his car.  In the phosphorescent
      glow of the streetlight, the set of knives gleam.  He bundles
      the costume that he tried to planet on Finch into his arms,
      then slams the trunk.
      
      Above, a window blind that was cracked open snaps shut.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      The Leader moves towards Finch.
      
                          FINCH
                He's underground.  The old subway. 
                I know exactly what he's going to
                do.  If we move quickly, we can be
                there, waiting for him.
      
      INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE
      
      Conrad waits, hidden inside a bedroom closet.  He hears the
      front door close and his grip tightens around the handle of a
      long, steel-necked hammer.
      
      INT.  LEADER'S OFFICE
      
      The Leader is steadily convincing himself of something.
      
                          FINCH
                Leader, every second we delay...
      
      The Leader lifts his hand, silencing Finch.
      
                          LEADER
                I'm coming with you.
      
                          GUARD
                Sir --
      
                          LEADER
                There will be no discussion --
      
                          GUARD
                But if Mr. Finch is right --
      
                          LEADER
                I am sick to death of this
                terrorist being everywhere and
                nowhere!  I will judge whether Mr.
                Finch is right and I will judge it
                with my own eyes!  Do I make myself
                clear, Captain?
      
                          CAPTAIN
                Sir, yes, sir!
      
      Finch is suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling that is common to
      chess players.  It is the disturbing sense that you have just
      done exactly what your opponent wanted.
      
                          LEADER
                Is there a problem, Mr. Finch?
      
                          FINCH
                No... no sir.
      
                          LEADER
                Good.  Captain, mobilize your men.
      
                          CAPTAIN
                Sir, yes, sir.
      
                          LEADER
                We'll find this bloody bastard and
                we will finish him.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      Evey sits in the gallery, reading Pynchon's "V" just as V had
      done.  She suddenly feels V watching her.
      
                          EVEY
                V?
      
                          V
                Yes.
      
      Evey smiles as V steps out of the shadows.
      
                          EVEY
                V, what's going to happen?
      
                          V
                Change, Evey.  That's all.  Just
                change.
      
                          EVEY
                Is it going to be violent?
      
                          V
                Yes, I suppose it will.
      
      INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE
      
      Creedy empties a bottom drawer, making room to hide the
      costume.  As he does, the closet door behind him slowly
      creeps open.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      V stands at the jukebox.
      
                          EVEY
                But why?  Why must is be violent?
      
                          V
                Because, Evey, that is the nature
                of change.  She is a temperamental
                creature that appears in earnest
                rarely but, when she does, she will
                wear one of two faces.  The first
                face is the destroyer.  It is
                lamentable but all true change
                begins with death.
      
      INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE
      
      A dark figure stands over Creedy.  The hammer raises, a slash
      of silver against the velvety darkness.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      V punches a button on the jukebox just as --
      
      INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE
      
      The hammer falls with a sickening soft crunch.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      The song begins to play; a melancholy song that says goodbye
      to love.
      
      INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE
      
      Blood pours down Creedy's snarling face, he snatches one of
      V's knives as another hammer blow cracks through his collar
      bone.
      
      He screams, lunging at Conrad.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      V listens to the song, the smiling eyes somehow knowing.
      
      INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE
      
      The hammer falls again and again until the metal head is
      slick with blood and meat.
      
      Conrad stumbles back, dropping the hammer.  He looks down at
      the hilt of the knife protruding from his stomach.  He yanks
      it out and holds V's knife which is bright red with his own
      blood.
      
      He collapses to the floor.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      The song continues.
      
                          EVEY
                What is the other face, V?
      
                          V
                The other face?  She is the true
                face of change.  The face of the
                creator.  She is the one that
                remakes the world.  Evey?
      
                          EVEY
                Yes, V?
      
                          V
                May I ask you for a favor?
      
                          EVEY
                Of course.
      
                          V
                It is a small thing but it would
                mean a great deal to me.
      
                          EVEY
                Tell me.
      
                          V
                I've never danced before.  I've
                thought about it many times, here
                in this room, listening to the
                music.  But I've always been alone.
      
      Evey smiles and crosses to him.
      
                          EVEY
                It would be my pleasure.
      
      He opens his arms and she steps into them.  They dance,
      standing very close, his gloved hand holding tightly to hers,
      her smile against his.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      Dozens of military vehicles swarm around the entrance to
      Victoria Station while heavily armed men pour through the
      gates of the underground.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      The song ends.
      
                          V
                Thank you, Evey.  You are an
                excellent dancer.
      
                          EVEY
                All it takes is a little practice.
      
                          V
                Alas, I have run out of time.
      
      He bows, pressing his frozen lips to her hand.  Evey is
      suddenly nervous.
      
                          EVEY
                V?  What are you going to do?
      
                          V
                Don't you remember?  I have a date
                tonight, Evey.
      
                          EVEY
                You're coming back though, aren't
                you?
      
      She seizes hold of his hand.
      
                          EVEY
                V, I won't let you leave unless you
                promise me that you will come back.
      
                          V
                Of course, I'll be back.  You don't
                think you can be rid of me now, do
                you?
      
                          EVEY
                Just promise.
      
                          V
                I promise.
      
      She lets him go.
      
      INT.  TRAIN STATION
      
      Soldiers swarm through the station.  Susan stares in shock,
      outraged by the mere presence of the train.
      
                          LEADER
                Mark my words, Mr. Finch, this man
                is going to become an example so
                that every man, woman, and child in
                this country will remember what
                happens to those who would ever
                think to stand against the state.
      
      He turns to the Captain.
      
                          LEADER
                Captain, I need a gas unit down
                here with enough nerve gas to fill
                every rat-hole in these tunnels.
      
      Suddenly the lights go out.
      
                          FINCH
                I don't think that will be
                necessary.
      
      The Leader smiles.
      
                          LEADER
                There are over one hundred of the
                best trained soldiers in this
                country down here.  Let him come.
      
      INT.  TRAIN TUNNELS
      
      Five soldiers creep forward in a tight formation, their
      flashlights probing every nook and cranny.
      
      Behind them, a secret passage opens and V steps out.
      
      He is among them with frightful speed, a grinning dervish
      with blades like metal fangs ripping and rending flesh,
      slashing bright in the flashlight.
      
      Other soldiers rush towards the screams and gunfire but they
      find only five bodies and warm blood running down the walls.
      
                          LEADER
                Captain, what's happening?
      
                          RADIO (V.O.)
                No sign sir.  Repeat, no sign of
                him.
      
                          CAPTAIN
                They lost him.
      
      From the opposite end, there is another series of screams and
      machine gun fire that lights up the dark tunnel for a moment. 
      Then, nothing.
      
                          FINCH
                This... this is a mistake.
      
                          LEADER
                Don't tell me you're a coward, Mr.
                Finch.
      
      Back in the tunnels, V drops from above, his cloak a swirling
      cloud of squid ink that hides him in the darkness.
      
      Again, quicksilver knives lash out, drawing fonts of blood.
      
      INT.  TRAIN STATION
      
      Finch can feel the panic that is spreading through the
      tunnel.
      
                          FINCH
                Leader, we have to get out of here!
      
                          LEADER
                This was your idea.
      
                          FINCH
                It was a mistake.  This is what he
                wants.  He knows us, Leader.  He
                knows us too well.  We have to get
                out of here before it's too late --
      
      A voice rings out from hidden speakers, echoing through the
      tunnels.
      
                          V (V.O.)
                Good evening citizens of London. 
                This is the voice of Fate.  Your
                fate...
      
                          LEADER
                What trick is this?
      
                          V (V.O.)
                Tonight, the face of London is
                going to change and I am going to
                offer you the chance to change with
                her.  Your Leader is finished.  He
                will not leave these tunnels alive.
      
      The Leader screams to be heard over the resonant voice of V.
      
                          LEADER
                This is an outrage!  I order you
                not to listen to this!
      
                          V (V.O.)
                At midnight tonight, the Head will
                be destroyed and a new era will
                begin.  You must now decide if you
                are going to be a part of that era.
      
      Everywhere, terrified soldiers listen to the voice.
      
                          V (V.O.)
                You can choose to stay here and die
                with your Leader or you can choose
                to be free.  The decision is yours
                and yours alone.
      
                          LEADER
                Captain, order all your men to fall
                back and secure this position!
      
                          V (V.O.)
                Some of you have wives.  Some of
                you have families.  All of you have
                lives.  Consider each of them as
                you ask yourself, are they a part
                of the past, or are they a part of
                the future?
      
                          CAPTAIN
                Fall back.  Fall back and secure
                the central platform.
      
      Deep in the tunnel, two soldiers look at each other. 
      Simultaneously, they drop their guns and run.
      
                          LEADER
                Any man that disobeys this order
                will be court marshaled!
      
      Groups of solders drop their weapons and disappear into the
      shadows.
      
                          LEADER
                Captain!  Captain, where are your
                men?
      
      The station fills with the sound of boots running wildly
      away.
      
                          LEADER
                Goddammit, I will not tolerate this
                insubordination!  I want those
                deserters shot, Captain.
      
      Finch slowly draws back away from the Leader.
      
                          LEADER
                Shot on sight!
      
      The few men on the platform are soon the only men left.
      
                          CAPTAIN
                You!  You!  Point position.  We're
                getting out of here!  Now!
      
      A knife sings through the air and buries itself in the
      Captain's chest.  With a tiny rasp, he falls to the ground.
      
      The remaining men bolt.
      
                          LEADER
                Traitors!  You cowards!
      
      He grabs for the Captain's machine gun.
      
                          LEADER
                I know who you are!  I'll see you
                hang!  Every last one of you!
      
      "You" echoes down the dark empty throat of the tunnel.
      
      The Leader looks around, his flashlight sweeping in big arcs
      as he realizes that he is alone.
      
                          LEADER
                Finch?  Finch!  Finch, goddammit,
                you can't leave me!  Don't leave
                me!
      
                          V
                You are going to die as you ruled --
      
      The Leader screams, whipping around towards the voice.
      
                          V
                Alone.
      
      The smile is as cold and as sharp as the knife that flicks
      from his hand.
      
      The Leader raises his gun just when the knife sinks into his
      shoulder.
      
      Howling in pain, he drops the gun.
      
                          LEADER
                Damn you!  Damn you!
      
      V smiles into the spot of his flashlight.
      
                          LEADER
                Conrad?  Is that you?  You're
                working with Finch, aren't you? 
                And Creedy!  You're all in this
                together!
      
      V closes in.
      
                          LEADER
                Who are you?
      
                          V
                You, most of all, should know,
                Leader.  You created me.  Without
                you, I would never be.  More than
                life, Leader, you gave me purpose.
      
      V draws his final blade.
      
                          V
                "He that killeth with the sword,
                shall be killed with the sword."
      
      V raises the knife.
      
                          LEADER
                Noooo!
      
                          FINCH
                Don't move!
      
      V and the Leader turn to find Finch aiming a machine gun at
      V.
      
                          LEADER
                Mr. Finch!  Oh god, Mr. Finch!
      
                          FINCH
                Drop the knife.
      
      V does and Susan begins an almost hysterical laugh.
      
                          LEADER
                Oh, I knew it, Mr. Finch.  I knew
                you wouldn't desert me.  You're a
                good man, Finch.  A damn good man.
      
                          FINCH
                No, Mr. Susan.  No, I'm not.  I'm a
                man who does his job and does what
                he's told.  For twenty seven years,
                that's all I've been.
      
      He steps toward V, staring into his smiling black eyes.
      
                          LEADER
                Careful, Mr. Finch.  He's quick as
                the devil.
      
      Finch ignores the Leader.
      
                          FINCH
                I've read Delia's diary over and
                over all year.  It sickens me but I
                am unable to judge her.  I am as
                guilty as she.
      
                          LEADER
                Mr. Finch, what are you doing? 
                Shoot him.  Kill the bastard,
                Finch.
      
                          FINCH
                I have no excuse.  I did what I was
                told to do.
      
                          LEADER
                Finch, I order you to shoot him! 
                Finch!
      
                          FINCH
                My job was to find you and catch
                you.  I've done my job.  I've done
                it for the last time.  I'm tired of
                it.  I'm tired of it all.
      
      He tosses the gun to the Leader.
      
                          FINCH
                Kill him yourself if you can.
      
      The Leader seethes, his eyes boring into Finch.
      
                          FINCH
                Thank you, V.  And goodbye.
      
                          V
                Goodbye, Mr. Finch.
      
      The machine gun burst shatters the quiet concrete silence. 
      Finch falls dead at V's feet.
      
                          LEADER
                I warned you, Finch, the penalty
                for treason is death.
      
      He aims the gun at V.
      
                          LEADER
                Are you ready to die?
      
                          V
                The real question is, are you?
      
      The Leader laughs.
      
                          LEADER
                Do you really believe you can pick
                up that knife before I pull this
                trigger?
      
                          V
                No.  But I don't have to.
      
      Almost casually, V bends down to pick up the knife --
      
      The Leader screams and fires.
      
      Bullets knock V back a bit but he continues, grabbing the
      knife and standing.
      
      Eyes widening with disbelief, the Leader fires another blast
      as V begins walking towards him.
      
      The machine gun roars, bullets shredding out through the back
      of V's cloak as he continues with short deliberate steps
      until --
      
      The hammer clicks against the pin.  The gun is empty.
      
      V stands before him.
      
                          V
                You see?  You cannot kill me. 
                There is no flesh and blood within
                this cloak to kill.  There is only
                an idea.
      
      V smiles.
      
                          V
                And ideas are bulletproof.
      
      The Leader screams.
      
      V drives the knife into his heart, killing him instantly.
      
      V stands alone amidst the carnage and seeping pools of red.
      
      His body wavers.  He takes his hands out from beneath his
      cloak and reveals his gloves, wet with blood.
      
      INT.  CONRAD'S HOUSE
      
      The front door opens and Helen enters.
      
                          HELEN
                Creedy?  Creedy, you dumb bastard,
                you left your car parked in front.
      
      She walks up the stairs to the bedroom.
      
                          HELEN
                What did I tell you?  Creedy.
      
      INT.  BEDROOM
      
      She steps into the room, her sole and heel sinking into the
      plush carpet soaked with blood.
      
                          HELEN
                Oh my god.
      
      When she sees Creedy's head mashed open, she covers her
      mouth.
      
                          CONRAD
                Helen...
      
      Conrad has propped himself against the bed.
      
                          HELEN
                Conrad!  What have you done?
      
                          CONRAD
                I won, Helen.  I did it.  I won. 
                I'm the better man.
      
      He crawls toward her, slipping on the wet carpet.
      
                          CONRAD
                We've been through a bad patch,
                Helen.  But now, he's gone...
                There's nothing to come between
                us...
      
      He reaches for her foot, his hand gloved with wet red.
      
                          HELEN
                Don't touch me!  You stupid piece
                of shit!  You've ruined it!  I had
                it all planned perfectly and you've
                ruined it!
      
      She checks her watch; two hours to midnight.
      
                          HELEN
                I have to get out of here!  I have
                to get away!
      
      Conrad seizes hold of her ankle.
      
                          CONRAD
                Helen --
      
                          HELEN
                No!  Let go!  Now!
      
      The look in his eyes frightens her.  She tries to kick free
      of him but he won't let go.  Twisting, she reaches for the
      door but slips on the carpet.
      
                          HELEN
                Conrad, damn you!  Let me go!
      
                          CONRAD
                No, Helen, you're not leaving me...
                not this time... not ever.
      
      He crawls up her body still clutching the bloody knife.
      
                          HELEN
                No, please!  Oh god, no!  Oh god,
                please help me!
      
      Conrad raises the knife.
      
                          CONRAD
                No one can help us, Helen.  God is
                dead.
      
      The knife falls.
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      Evey hears V on the spiral staircase.
      
                          EVEY
                V?
      
      Scarlet footprints trail behind V as he struggles down the
      stairs.
      
                          EVEY
                You came back.
      
      He nods and then collapses, rolling down the rest of the
      stairs.
      
                          EVEY
                V!  V!
      
      Running to him, she falls to his side.  His clothes are slick
      with blood.
      
                          EVEY
                Oh god, what happened?
      
                          V
                Evey...
      
                          EVEY
                You need a doctor.
      
                          V
                It's too late for that...
      
                          EVEY
                No, don't say that!
      
                          V
                Evey, listen to me.  I've not long
                and there are things that must be
                said.
      
      His voice strains beneath the mask.
      
                          V
                I have done that which I came to
                do.  Now, it is time for me to rest
                and with me the past will, at last,
                find peace.
      
      Trembling, Evey holds him.
      
                          V
                But the world, the world is not
                saved... Do not think that, when
                the fires die and the smoke clears,
                there is no miracle... there is
                only a path... upon which they must
                learn to rule themselves.
      
                          EVEY
                Yes, they need you, V.
      
                          V
                Not me, Evey, not me.  I told you I
                am the villain.  The destroyer...
                But yes, they will need help...
      
      He reaches up and wipes a tear from her cheek.
      
                          V
                I kept my promise to you, Evey...
                Now you must promise me.
      
                          EVEY
                What?
      
                          V
                Promise me... you will discover the
                face under this mask... but you
                will never look beneath it.
      
                          EVEY
                I don't understand.
      
                          V
                Promise me.  Please...
      
                          EVEY
                I promise.
      
                          V
                Sweet Eve.  Wherever I shall go, I
                shall always love you.
      
                          EVEY
                V, you are not going anywhere!
      
                          V
                Midnight... Midnight.  Eve... Make
                them remember...
      
                          EVEY
                You're not going to die, V!
      
                          V
                Let me be there, Evey, when it
                begins... Please, let me hear the
                music, one last time... my music...
      
                          EVEY
                I won't let you die!
      
                          V
                I know you won't... I know...
      
                          EVEY
                V!
      
                          V
                My love... Ave Atque vale...
      
      Holding him as tight as she can, she feels his life drain
      away, slipping through her arms in the way the last grains of
      sand pour through the neck of the hourglass.
      
      She buries her face beside his and weeps.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      An enormous crowd has begun to gather in the streets
      surrounding the New Government Building.  With the crowd, a
      restlessness swells against each barricade erected by the
      military.
      
      A sergeant stands on an armored car, speaking through a
      megaphone.
      
                          SERGEANT
                Return to your homes!  There is
                nothing to see!  The terrorist is
                dead!
      
                          RABBLE ROUSER 1
                He ain't dead!
      
                          RABBLE ROUSER 2
                He'll be here, just like he said!
      
      INT.  SHADOW GALLERY
      
      Evey huddles against the stair railing, her face tear
      stained, staring at the lifeless body of V.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                I remember... I remember staring at
                the mask, at that smile.
      
      She touches the mask, her fingers finding its edge.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                Part of me couldn't believe he was
                dead and maybe that was why.  The
                smile was still the same. 
                It made me want to tear it off so I
                could see the face, so I could see
                that he was dead.
      
      Her fingers stop.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                But I had promised.
      
                          V (V.O.)
                You will discover the face under
                this mask but you will never look
                beneath it.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                I began to try to imagine his face. 
                Of course, I had long pictured my
                father behind that smile but I knew
                in my heart that V was not my
                father.
      
      Evey stares into the eyes, the dark, empty eyes.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                Yet every time I pictured another
                face, any face, something was lost,
                something important was somehow
                diminished.  V was more than a
                face.  V was V.
      
      Her expression changes.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                And then, quite suddenly, quite
                naturally, I realized whose face
                must be beneath that mask.  It was
                the only face that mattered.
      
                          EVEY
                I won't let you die.
      
                          V (V.O.)
                I know you won't... I know.
      
      A small smile creeps across her face.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      Midnight approaches and the crowd feels it.  Spilling
      everywhere, they fill the streets like a flood.
      
      INT.  TRAIN CAR
      
      Evey sets a final violet carson on the chest of V.  He is
      lying on a bed made of gelignite, covered in roses.
      
      Touching his mask, she bends over him.
      
                          EVEY
                Goodbye, my love.
      
      Tenderly, she presses her lips to the smile, her eyes
      closing, her final tears blinking free.
      
      She backs away and V smiles, his lips wet with her kiss, his
      cheek wet with her tears.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                "Ave Atque vale."
      
      On the train platform, Evey reaches through the window and
      starts the train.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                I looked it up the next morning.
      
      The wheels churn as the train lurches forward.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                "Hail and farewell."
      
                          V (V.O.)
                "Make them remember..."
      
      She watches the train disappear into the tunnel.
      
                          EVEY
                They will, my love.  They will.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      The crowd surges against a barricade when a voice cries out
      across the city echoing through the megaphone on every
      corner.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                "Remember, remember, the fifth of
                November!"
      
      High above the gathered mass, a masked figure steps out onto
      a roof parapet.
      
      The crowd explodes.
      
      INT.  SUBWAY
      
      The train barrels along, screaming against its rusted rails.
      
      EXT.  ROOFTOP
      
      Dressed as V, Evey stands on the roof's edge, speaking into a
      microphone.
      
                          EVEY
                I have come here tonight to keep a
                promise.  A promise that is over
                four hundred years old.  Tonight I
                am here to give you your freedom!
      
      Again, the crowd bursts into a frenzy.
      
                          EVEY
                Since mankind's dawn a handful of
                oppressors have accepted the
                responsibility over our lives,
                responsibility that we should have
                accepted ourselves.  By doing so,
                they took our power.  By doing
                nothing, we gave it away.
      
      The voice booms over the mesmerized crowd.
      
                          EVEY
                Tonight, our world will change. 
                Our leaders will be gone and we
                must choose what comes next.  A
                return to the chains of others or
                lives of our own.  A world of the
                past or one of the future.
      
      She feels the sea of humanity beneath her, almost channeling
      their energy.
      
                          EVEY
                Let us choose carefully, London,
                and when we do, let us mark well
                and remember, remember this fifth
                of November!
      
      The crowd screams as one and their scream becomes --
      
      INT.  SUBWAY
      
      The train hurling like a bullet through a gun barrel.  Ahead
      the tracks end, buried beneath the rubble of the collapsed
      tunnel.
      
      INT.  TRAIN CAR
      
      Inside the rattling train, V lays in perfect repose.
      
                          V (V.O.)
                Let me be there, Evey, when it
                begins...
      
      EXT.  ROOFTOPS
      
      Hidden and alone, Evey pulls the mask from her face.
      
                          V (V.O.)
                Please let me hear the music... one
                last time... my music.
      
      Almost unconsciously, Evey raises her hand and coaxes the
      first soft notes as he had once done.
      
                          V (V.O.)
                At first, you have to listen
                carefully.
      
      The violins of the 1812 overture steadily rise.
      
                          V (V.O.)
                Ah, yes.  There it is.  Beautiful,
                is it not?
      
      Evey smiles, her hand still gently conducting.
      
                          EVEY
                Yes, my love.  Yes it is.
      
      INT.  SUBWAY
      
      With the clash of cymbals, the train crashes into the wall of
      rubble.
      
      EXT.  NEW GOVERNMENT BUILDING
      
      The entire building opens like a time-lapsed rose blooming
      with brilliant orange petals of flame.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      The crowd is awash in the baptismal glow of erupting flame.
      
      EXT.  ROOFTOP
      
      Evey watches the explosion, a star-burst of flaming debris
      searing against the night sky like fireworks.
      
      EXT.  CITY STREET
      
      The masses burst through the barricades with a euphoric
      frenzy.
      
      EXT.  ROOFTOP
      
      The explosion begins to slowly die.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                I know that there is only one way
                to repay him for what he did.
      
      She looks down at the mask.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                And I know that that way is going
                to take a lot of hard work.
      
      She smiles.
      
                          EVEY (V.O.)
                I know this like I know the sun
                will rise tomorrow and beneath that
                new sun, our work will begin.
      
      The fire fades and Evey turns, cradling the mask, and walks
      away.
      
                                                      FADE OUT.