Voila! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran…
…cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity…
…is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.
However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified…
…and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice…
…and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta…
…held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such…
…shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose.
So let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you…
…and you may call me V.
Good evening, London.
I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine…
…the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition.
I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration…
Whereby important events of the past…
…usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful, bloody struggle…
…are celebrated with a nice holiday…
…I thought we could mark this November the 5th…
…a day that is, sadly, no longer remembered…
…by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak.
Even now, orders are being shouted into telephones…
…and men with guns will soon be on their way.
Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation…
…wards will always retain their power.
Words offer the means to meaning…
…and, for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.
And the truth is…
…there is something terribly wrong with this counrty, isn’t there?
Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression.
And where once you had the freedom to object…
…to think and speak as you saw fit…
…you now have censors and surveillance coercing your conformity…
…and soliciting submission.
How did this happen? Who’s to blame?
Certainly there are those who are more responsible than others.
And they will be held accountable.
But again, truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty…
…you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it.
I know you were afraid.
Who wouldn’t be? War, terror, disease.
There were a myriad of problems which conspired…
…to corrupt you reason and rob you of your common sense.
Fear got the best of you.
And in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler.
He promised you order, he promised you peace…
…and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night, I sought to end that silence.
Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey…
…to remind this country of what it has forgotten.
More than 400 years ago, a great citizen wished to imbed the 5th of November…
…forever in our memory.
His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom…
…are more than words.
They are perspectives.
So if you seen nothing…
…if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you…
…then I would suggest that you allow the 5th of November to pass unmarked.
But if you see what I see…
…if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek…
…then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight…
…outside the gates of Parliament.
And together, we shall give them a 5th November…
…that shall never, ever be forgot.
People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.
The building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it.Symbols are given power by people. Alone, a symbol is meaningless, but with enough people…blowing up a building can change the world.
Would you dance with me?
Now? On the eve of your revolution?
A revolution without dancing is a revolution not won’th having.
I’d love to.
How you can be one of the most important things that has happened to me… and yet I know almost nothing about you.
I don’t know where you were born, who your parents were… if you had any brothers or sisters.
I don’t even know what you really look like.
Evey, please.
There is a face beneath this mask… but it’s not me.
I’m no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it…
…or the bones beneath them.
For 20 years I sought only this day.
Nothing else existed…
…until I saw you.
Then everything changed.
I fell in love with you, Evey…
…like I no longer believed I could.