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 were interned at Belmarsh.
- Oh, no.
- Yeah.
She died in a hunger strike.
He died when the military retook
the shed.
And that ain't the worst of it.
Her brother was at St. Mary's.
- Christ.
- It's nothing but bad luck here.
So we know her story. Now we need
his.
V?
I just wanted to apologize
for my reaction last night.
I understand what you did for me,
and I want you to know I am
grateful.
Your hands.
Yes.
There, that's better.
I hope I didn't put you off your
appetite.
- No, please. It's just... Are you
all right?
- Yes, yes, yes, I'm fine.
Can I ask what happened?
There was a fire. A long time ago.
Ancient history, for some.
Not really very good table
conversation.
Now, would you care for a cup of tea
with your egg?
- Yes, thank you. I'm starving,
actually.
- Have a seat.
- It's delicious.
- Good.
God, I haven't had real butter
since I was a little girl.
Where did you get it?
A government supply train
on its way to Chancellor Sutler.
- You stole this from Chancellor
Sutler?
- Yes.
You're insane.
I dare do all that may become a man.
Who dares more is none.
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