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Remember, remember The 5th of November The gunpowder treason and plot I know of no reason Why the gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes... ...and I know in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea and not the man. Because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten. But 400 years later... ...an idea can still change the world. I have witnessed firsthand the power of ideas. I've seen people kill in the name of them... ...and die defending them. But you cannot kiss an idea... ...cannot touch it or hold it. Ideas do not bleed. They do not feel pain. They do not love. And it is not an idea that I miss. It is a man. A man that made me remember the 5th of November. A man that I will never forget. So I read that the former United States is so desperate for medical supplies... ...that they have allegedly sent several containers filled with wheat and tobacco. A gesture, they said, of goodwill. You wanna know what I think? Well, you're listening to my show, so I will assume you do. It's high time we let the colonies know what we really think of them. I think it's payback time for a little tea party they threw for us a few hundred years ago. I say we go down to those docks tonight and dump that crap... ...where everything from the Ulcered Sphincter of Ass-erica belongs! Who's with me? Who's bloody with me?! Did you like that? U.S.A., Ulcered Sphincter of Ass-erica. I mean, what else can you say? Here was a country that had everything, absolutely everything... ...and now, 20 years later, is what? The world's biggest leper colony. Why? Godlessness. Let me say that again. Godlessness. It wasrt the war they started. It wasrt the plague they created. It was Judgment. No one escapes their past. No one escapes Judgment. You think he's not up there? You think he's not watching over this country? How else can you explain it? He tested us, but we came through. We did what we had to do. Islington. Enfield. I was there. I saw it all. Immigrants, Muslims... ...homosexuals, terrorists. Disease-ridden degenerates. They had to go. Strength through unity. Unity through faith. I am a God-fearing Englishman, and I'm goddamn proud of it! That's quite enough of that, thank you very much. Oh, shit. A yellow-coded curfew is now in effect. Any unauthorized personnel will be subject to arrest. This is for your protection. A yellow-coded curfew is now in effect. Any unauthorized personnel will be subject to arrest. This is for your protection. - Excuse me. - Sorry, I didn't see you... - In a hurry, are we? - I was just... - It's past curfew, you know. - My uncle, he's very sick. - Sick uncle? What you think on that, Willy? - It's a load of bollocks. I made a mistake. I shouldn't be out after curfew. I know that. Maybe you could look after us before getting back to your uncle. See, my friend, he's kind of sick. Ain't you? Real sick. Bad case of the blues. You can feel them. - Don't touch me! - Look, Willy, kitty's got claws. - She just threatened us. - That she did, that she did. You know what that means, don't you? It means that we exercise our own judicial discretion. And you get to swallow it. - You're Fingermen. - She's getting the picture. No, please, I didn't know. I'm sorry. Not yet you're not. But you will be. By sunup, if you're not the sorriest piece of ass in all of London... ...then you'll certainly be the sorest. Oh, God, no. Please don't do this. I'll go home. I won't do it again, I swear! Please! - What do you think, lads? - Spare the rod, spoil the child. Help me! Someone help! The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him. - What the hell?! - Bugger off! Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel... ...which smoked with bloody execution. We're Fingermen, pal. Jesus Christ! Mercy! We are oft to blame in this... 'Tis too much proved. - That with devotiors visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself. - What's that mean? - Spare the rod. I can assure you, I mean you no harm. - Who are you? - Who? Who is but the form following the function of what... ...and what I am is a man in a mask. - Oh, I can see that. - Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation. I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is. - Right. - But on this most auspicious of nights... ...permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet... ...to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. 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. Are you, like, a crazy person? I am quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking? - I'm Evey. - Evey? E-vey. Of course you are. - What does that mean? - It means that I, like God... ...do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence. Are you hurt? No, I'm fine. - Thanks to you. - Oh, I merely played my part. - But tell me, do you enjoy music, Evey? - I suppose. You see, I'm a musician of sorts... ...and on my way to give a very special performance. What kind of musician? Percussion instruments are my speciality. But tonight I intend to call upon the entire orchestra for this event... ...and would be honored if you could join me. I don't think so. I should be getting home. I promise you, it'll be like nothing you've ever seen. And afterwards, you'll return home safely. All right. It's beautiful up here. A more perfect stage could not be asked for. I don't see any instruments. Your powers of observation continue to serve you well. But wait. It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto... ...in honor of the holiday she seems to have taken from these parts... ...and in recognition of the imposter that stands in her stead. Tell me, do you know what day it is, Evey? - November the 4th? - Not anymore. Remember, remember The 5th of November The gunpowder treason and plot I know of no reason Why the gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot First, the overture. Yes. Yes, the strings. Listen carefully, can you hear it? Now the brass. I can hear it! Look outside, Mommy! They're playing music! - How do you do that? - Wait. Here comes the crescendo! How beautiful, is it not? Gentlemen, you have had four hours. You had better have results. Mr. Creedy. The Bailey area is quarantined. All significant witnesses have been detained. Good. Mr. Etheridge? A recording device was found wired into the central emergency-broadcast system. The DCD was Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. Add it to the blacklist. I never want to hear that again. Yes, sir. We also doubled our random sweeps and are monitoring phone surveillance... ...indicating a high percentage of conversation concerned with the explosion. Mr. Dascomb, what are we doing about that? We're calling it an emergency demolition. We have spin coverage on the network and throughout the InterLink. Several experts have been lined up to testify against the Bailey's structural integrity. I want Prothero to speak on the dangers of these old buildings... ...and how we must avoid clinging to the edifice of a decadent past. He should conclude that the New Bailey will become the symbol of our time... ...and the future that our conviction has rewarded us. Mr. Heyer. Our surveillance cameras captured several images of the terrorist... ...though the mask obviously makes retinal identification impossible. We also managed to get a picture of the girl that Creedy's men were detaining. - Who is she, Mr. Finch? - Not sure yet, sir. - But we're working on several leads. - Anything else? We located the fireworks launch... ...and found traces of the explosives used at both sites. Unfortunately it appears that despite the heavy level of sophistication... ...these devices were homemade with over-the-counter chemicals... ...making them very difficult to trace. Whoever he is, chancellor, he's very good. Spare us your professional annotations, Mr. Finch. They are irrelevant. Apologies, chancellor. Gentlemen, this is a test. Moments such as these are matters of faith. To fail is to invite doubt into everything we believe... ...everything we have fought for. Doubt will plunge this country back into chaos, and I will not let that happen. Gentlemen, I want this terrorist found... ...and I want him to understand what terror really means. England prevails. England prevails. - You think people will buy this? - Why not? This is the BTN. Our job is to report the news, not fabricate it. That's the government's job. On the lighter side of things... ...seems that the crew responsible for the demolition of the Old Bailey... ...wanted to give the old girl a grand, albeit improvised, sendoff. Although the demolition had been planned for some time... ...the music and the fireworks were, according to the crew chief... ..."definitely not on the schedule." - We'll be right back. Do you believe that load of bollocks? I mean, there was no bloody demolition. I saw it, the whole thing. - Did you see it? - No. Last night I was... Yeah, that's right. You went to see Daddy Deitrich, didn't you? Evey, there you are. - You are still working for me. - Sorry, Patricia. I need two espressos and three coffees. And Deitrich is ready for his tea. I don't get it. Why does he wear a Guy Fawkes mask? Didrt Fawkes try to blow up Parliament? It's not too late. He's still got another 16 hours. Maybe he's just getting started. Yeah? Okay. A lead on the girl. Look, don't get me wrong, I love it. A cow getting crucified. It's hysterical. But you'll never get it approved. You've got to rewrite it, okay? Gotta go. I don't recall getting stood up by a more attractive woman. - Mr. Deitrich... - Gordon, please. I don't need "mister" to make this body feel any older. Gordon... ...I was on my way last night, but there were Fingermen... ...and I got scared and went home. Sadly, after last night, I think our curfew will only get worse. Gotcha. - Hey, Fred. - All that been x-rayed? Nope. They're filled with bombs. Well, wait till commercials to set them off, okay? - I can't believe you watch that shit. - What? Laser Lass is banging. What's all that? Not sure. They just arrived. Marked for Stage 3. Must be Prothero. I wish someone had the balls to tell that brat this station ain't his playground. What the hell is this? Just put them over there until I can figure out what they're for. This looks serious. Her parents were political activists. - They were detained when she was 12. - What happened to her? Juvenile Reclamation Project... ...for five years. - Shit. We're gonna need backup, but keep it minimal. You sure about that, sir? I want a chance to talk to her before she disappears into one of Creedy's black bags. Who's that? Don't piss me about. You show me ID, or I'll get Storm Saxon on your ass. Fucking hell. Come on, let's move! You two, cover these elevators. The rest of you follow me. Attention. Attention. Will all personnel please evacuate the building. This is not a drill. Will all personnel evacuate the building. What the hell's going on? - It's jammed. - Break it down. Dominic! Police! Out of the way! Get out the way! Damn it! I'll tell you what I know. I'll tell you what I know. I'll tell you what I know. England prevails. - Clear the halls. - Sir. Help, Storm, help! Don't touch it. Dad, what's wrong with the telly? Good evening, London. - Allow me first to apologize... - That's the emergency channel! I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine... ...the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. Bloody hell. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration... Who's that, Mum? - 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. Let me think, let me think. Even now, orders are being shouted into telephones... ...and men with guns will soon be on their way. - It's Chancellor Sutler. - Damn it! Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation... ...words 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 country, isn't there? You designed it, wanted it foolproof. You said every television in London! 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. - Cameras. We need cameras. 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 your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you. And in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace... ...and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. - Inspector, they're almost through. - 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've 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 of November... ...that shall never, ever be forgot. Kerosene fog. He's using our smoke machines. Cover the exits. No one gets out. The rest of you, follow me. Left. You go right. Spread out. Don't shoot! Please don't shoot! Hold your fire! He put masks on all of us. Jesus. - Don't shoot! - Wait! - Wait! - Hold your fire! Freeze! Nobody move! If you're wearing a mask, get down on your knees! - Get their masks off. - Please hurry! There's a bomb in the control booth. Oh, no. - Jones, get anyone not wearing a mask out. - Yes, sir. - Marshal, help carry this man. - Sir. Everyone else, let's go. Good God. Hurry up, you lot! Come on! Everybody out! Dascomb. Have you any idea how long it would take to rebuild this facility? Do you have any idea what you're doing? Wait, wait! Don't shoot me, please! It's him! It's him! On your knees! On your knees! Please! Please don't hurt me! Here we go. I did it. I did it. Freeze! Get your hands on your head. Do it now or I shoot. I must say that I am rather astonished by the response time of Londors finest. I hadrt expected you to be quite so Johnny-on-the-spot. We were here before you even started. Bad luck, chummy. I don't know about that. We're interrupting your regularly scheduled program to bring you this terrifying report... ...of a terrorist takeover of Jordan Tower which ended only moments ago. A psychotic terrorist, identified only as the letter V... ...attacked the control booth with high-powered explosives and weapons... ...that he used against unarmed civilians in order to broadcast a message of hate. We've just received this footage of a daring police raid. Stop! Stop, stay where you are, or we'll shoot! Stay where you are! Now, this is only an initial report... ...but at this time, it's believed that during this heroic raid... ...the terrorist was shot and killed. Bollocks. Again, from what we've been told by authorities, the danger is now over. The terrorist is dead. Right there. What's he thinking? Is he considering leaving her? After she just saved him? He's a terrorist. You can't expect him to act like you or me. Some part of him's human. And, for better or worse, she's stuck with him. - You scared me. - My apologies. - Are you feeling all right? - Yes, thank you. - What is this place? - It's my home. - I call it the Shadow Gallery. - It's beautiful. - Where did you get all this stuff? - Oh, here and there. Much of it from the vaults of the Ministry of Objectionable Materials. - You stole them? - Heavens, no. Stealing implies ownership. You can't steal from the censor. I merely reclaimed them. God, if they ever find this place... I suspect if they do, a few bits of art will be the least of my worries. You mean, after what you've done. God, what have I done? I Maced that detective. Why did I do that? - You did what you thought was right. - No, I shouldn't have done that. I must have been out of my mind. Is that what you really think, or what they'd want you to think? I think I should go. - May I ask where? - Home. I have to go home. They're looking for you. If they know where you work, they know where you live. - I have friends, I could stay with them. - I'm afraid that won't work either. You have to understand, Evey, I didn't want this for either of us... ...but I couldn't see any other way. You were unconscious and I had to make a decision. If I had left you there, right now you'd be in one of Creedy's interrogation cells. They'd imprison you, torture you, and, in all probability, kill you... ...in the pursuit of finding me. After what you did, I couldn't let that happen... ...so I picked you up and carried you to the only place I knew you'd be safe: Here, to my home. I won't tell anyone, I swear. You know you can trust me. I'm sorry, but I can't take that risk. But I don't even know where this is. You know it's underground. You know the color of the stone. - That'd be enough for a clever man. - Are you saying that I have to stay here? Only until I'm done. After the 5th, I no longer think it'll matter. You mean a year from now? I have to stay here for a year? Sorry, Evey. I didn't know what else to do. You should've left me alone. Why didn't you just leave me alone?! - Anything else on the parents? - Yeah, it ain't good. They