Characters:V……a man in a mask of Guy Fawkes; a man who suffered from the tyranny of the government; a man who comes to avenge for himself and his fellows.Evey……a girl who was timid firstly, but later turned to be courageous in fighting for freedom and rights, thanks to V.Prothero……a tv host who is the so-called Voice of London; a former officerAdam Sutler……the chancellor of the BritainCreedy……a follower of Sutler; the headman of a spy organization called Fingermen. Dascomb……a follower Sutler; the chief of the BTNFinch……a follower of Sutler; the chief inspectorDeitrich……a host of a fun show; a close friend of Evey’s.Dominic……the assistant of Finch…….A monologue of Evey: Remember, remember the 5th of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forger. But what of the man?I know his name was Guy Gawkes and I know in 1605 he attempted to blow up the House of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten. But four hundred years later, an idea can still change the world. I’ve 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 cannot 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’ll never forget.(night, tv televisions are on; Prothero is making a lecture; V and Evey are dressing themselves up separately)Prothero: so, I read the former United States is so desperate for medical supplies that they have allegedly sent sevearl 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. I think it’s high time we ler 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? USA, Ulcered Sphincter of Ass-erica, I mean. What else can you say? It 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 wasn’t the war they started. It wasn’t the plague they created. It was judgement. No one escape their past. No one escape the judgement. 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 God damn proud of it! Evey: (finish dressing and turn down the television)That’s quite enough of that. Thank you very much. (look at a clock) oh, shit.(on a gloomy street without anybody, a broadcasting is on the air): 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……(Evey knocks against a man )Man: Wow……Excuse me, miss.Evey: I’m sorry, I didn’t see you.Man: In a hurry, are we?Evey: I was just……Man: It’s past curfew, you know?Evey: My uncle, he is very sick.Man: En……Sick uncle, is it? What do you think on that, Willy？(another man named Willy comes up)Willy: It’s a load of bollocks, I think.Evey: I made a mistake. I shouldn’t be out after the curfew, I know thatMan: Maybe you could look after us before getting back to your uncle. See, my friends, he’s kind of sick.. Aren’t you, Willy?Willy: Real sick. Bad case of the blues. You could feel them.(try to catch Evey’s hand)Evey: Don’t touch me!Man: Wow……Look, Willy, kitty’s got claws.Willy: She just threatened us.Man: That she did, that she did. You know what that means, don’t you? It means that we exercise our own judicial discretion.(take out a certificate)Willy: And you get to swallow it.Evey: Oh, God. You’re Fingermen.Man: Oh, she’s getting the picture.Evey: No,please, I didn’t know. I’m sorry.Man: Oh, 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 certainlly be the sorest……(a man catches Evey)Evey: Oh, God, no. please don’t do this. I’ll go home. I won’t do it again. I swear. Please!Man: What do you think, lads?Willy: Spare the rod, spoil the child.Evey: Help, please! Someone, help me!V: (comes out of a shadow) The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him.Man: What the hell?!Willy: Bugger off!V: Disdaining fortune, with his brandish’d steel which smoked with bloody execution.Man: We are Fingermen, pal.(takes out his certificate)(V cuts the certificate with a dagger and fights with them)Willy: Jesus Christ! Mercy!V: We are oft to blame in this We are oft to blame in this, 'Tis too much prov'd, —that with devotion's visage and pious action, we do sugar o'er the devil himself.Willy: What does that mean?V: Spare the rod.(turns to Evey) I can assure you I mean you no harm.Evey: Who are you?V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask. Evey: Oh, I can see that.V: 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.Evey: Oh, right.V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet to suggest the character of this dramatis personae. V oila! 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 V ox populi, now Vacant, Vanished. However, this Valorous Visitation of a bygone Vexation stands Vivified and has V owed to Vanquish these Venal and Virulent Vermin Vanguarding Vice and Vouchsafing the Violently Vicious and V oracious Violation of Volition.(carves the letter V on a wall) The only Verdict is Vengeance, a Vendetta held as a V otive 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 meer you and you may call me V.Evey: Are you like a crazy person?V: I’m quite sure they will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am speaking?Evey: I’m Evey.V: Evey? E-vey. Of course you are.Evey: what does that mean?V: It means that I like God do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence. Are you hurt? Evey: No, I’m fine. Thanks to you.V: Oh, I merely played my part. But tell me, do you enjoy music,Evey?Evey: I suppose.V: You see, I’m a musician of sorts and on my way to give a very special performance.Evey: What kind of musician?V: Percussion instruments are my speciality. But tonight I intend to call upon the entire orchestra for this particular event and would be most honored if you could join me.Evey: I don’t think so. I think I should be getting home.V: I promise you it will be like nothing you’ve ever seen. Afterwards, you’ll return home safely. (on a housetop)Evey: It’s beautiful up here.V: A more perfect stage could not be asked for.Evey: I don’t see any instruments.V: 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? Evey: En……November 4th.V: Not any more. Remember, remember the 5th of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.(the bell of a new day rings) First, the overture. Yes……yes, the strings. Listen carefully, can you hear it? Now, the brass. (music)Evey: I can hear it!(a little girl looks out of a window)Girl: Look outside, Mommy! They’re playing music!Evey: How do you do that?V: Wait. Here comes the crescendo!(the statue of Madame Justice and the building are dynamited; lots of fireworks light the sky)V: (laughs) How beautiful, is it not?(in a dim room, some black-dressed people are holding a council)Adam Sutler: Gentlemen, you have had 4 hours. You had better have results. Mr. Creedy? Creedy: The Bailey area is quarantined. All significant witenesses have been detained.Sutler: Good. Mr. Etheridge?Etheridge: A recording device was found wired into the central emergency-broadcast system.the DCD was Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture.Sutler: Add it to the blacklist. I never want to heat that music again.Etheridge: Yes,sir. We also doubled our random sweeps and are monitoring phone surveillance indicating a high percentage of conversation concerned with the explosion.Sutler: Mr. Dascomb, what are we doing about that？Dascomb: 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.Surler: 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?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.Sutler: Who is she, Mr.Finch?Finch: Not sure yet, sir. But we’re working on several leads.Sutler: Anything else?Finch: We located the fireworks launch and found traces of the explosives used at both sites. Unfortuately, 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.Sutler: Spare us your professional annotations, Mr.Finch. They are irrelevant.Finch: Apologies, chancellor.Sutler: 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. Englans prevails.All of them: England prevails.(in the studio of BTN)A woman: You think people will buy this?Dascomb: Why not? This is the BTN. Our job is to report the news, not fabricate it. That’s the government’s job.(a news programme is on)Host: On the lighter side of things,it 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.(in another room of the BTN tower, Evey is chatting with her colleague)Colleague: Do you believe that load of bollocks? I mean, there was no bloody demolition. I saw it, the whole thing. Did you see it?Evey: No. Last night I was……Colleague: oh,yeah,that’s right. You went to see Daddy Deitrich, didn’t you?(another woman comes in)Woman: Evey, there you are. You’re still working for me, aren’t you?Evey: Sorry, Patricia.Woman: I need two espressos and three coffees. And Deitrich is ready for his tea.(in the office of Inspector Finch and his assistant Dominic)Dominic: I don’t get it. Why does he wear a Guy Fawkes mask? Didn’t Fawkes try to blow up parliament?Finch: It’s not too late. He’s still got another 16 hours. Maybe he’s just getting started.(phone rings and Dominic takes it)Dominic: Yeah?(turns to Finch) Ok. A lead on the girl.(in the office of Deitrich, Evey comes in with a cup of tea while he is on the phone)Deitrich: No, 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, ok? Gotta go.(turns to Evey) I don’t recall getting stood up by a more attractive woman.Evey: Mr. Deitrich……Deitrich: Gordon, please. I don’t need Mr to make this body feel any older.Evey: Gordon, I was on my way last night, but there were Fingermen and I got a little scared when I got home.Deitrich: Sadly, after last night, I think our curfew will only get worse.(Finch breaks into Evey’s house and finds her ID)Finch: Got you!(in the tower of BTN, Evey carries lots of boxes and talks to a guard named Fred)Evey: Hey, Fred.Fred: All that been x-rayed?Evey: nope. They’re filled with bombs.Fred:(looks at a television) well, wait till commercials to set them off, okay?Evey: I can’t believe you watch that shit.Fred: what? Laser Lass is banging.(Evey carries the boxes into a room and talks to a woman)Woman: what’s all that?Evey: not sure. They just arrived, marked for Stage 3.Woman: must be Prothero. I wish someone had the balls to tell that brat this station isn’t his playground.(opens a box and takes out a mask of Guy Fawkes) what the hell is this? Just put them over there until I can figure out what they’re for.(in a car)Finch :This looks serious. Her parents were political activists. They were detained when she was 12.Dominic: what happened to her?Finch: Juvenile Reclamation Project for 5 years.Dominic: shit.Finch: we’re gonna need backup,but keep it minimal.Dominic: you sure about that, sir?Finch: I just want a chance to talk to her before she disappears into one of Creedy’s black bags. (in the tower of BTN, Evey is packing to flee while V shows up in front of the guard Fred ) Fred: who’s that? Don’t piss me about. You show me your ID, or I’ll get Storm Saxon on your ass. (notices V’s body is tied with bombs) fucking hell.(cars of police arrive)Police: come on, let’s move.(V forces Fred to carry the boxes of masks into the studio and destroy the lift to which Finch conducting some policemen just gets)Finch: you two, cover these elevators. The rest of you follow me.A voice broadcasting: attention. Attention. Will all personnel evacuate the building. This is not a drill. Will all personnel evacuate the building….(at the door of the studio)Dascomb: what the bloody hell is going on there?A guard: it’s jammed.Dascomb: break it down(in a passage full of people, finch and dominic find Evey who instantly runns away at the sight of them)Finch: dominic! Police! Out of the way! Get out of the way!damn it!Dominic:(doesn’t catch evey who hides into a room with a television, and says to a policeman)clear the halls.(suddenly, all the televisions in london don’t work well)An old man: (watches a fellow hit a television) for God’s sake, don’t touch it.A boy: dad, what’s wrong with the telly?(in the studio, a CD is put into a machine and on televisions appears V)V: Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption..Dascomb: that’s the emergency channel!V: I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of 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.（outside the booth）Dascomb: let me think. Just let me think.V:I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soonbe on their way.(a phone rings)A woman: (to dascomb)it’s chancellor sutler.Dascomb: damn it!V: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?Dascomb(on the phone): you designed it, sir, you wanted it foolproof. You said every television in london!V: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 systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission.Dascomb: cameras. We need cameras!V: How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those 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.Dominic(says to finch) inspector, we’re almost through.V: 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 four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth 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 you allow the fifth 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 fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.(the police break down the door, dascomb is videotaping)Dascomb: kerosene fog. He’s using our smoke machines.Finch: (say to Dominic) cover the exits. No one gets out. The rest of you, follow me. Left. You go right. Spread out.A figure: don’t shoot! Please don’t shoot!(police shoot)Finch: hold your fire!Figure :he put masks on all of us.Finch: Jesus.Many figures: don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!Finch : wait, hold your fire! Freeze! Nobody move! If you’re wearing a mask, get down on your knees, now! get their masks off.Figure: please hurry! There’s a time bomb in the control booth.Dascomb: oh,no.（runs into the booth）good god.Finch: jones, get anyone not wearing a mask out.Marshal, help carry this man. Everyone else, let’s go.Police: hurry up. Come on! Everybody out!(in the booth Dascomb is trying to stop the bomb)Finch: Dascomb.Dascomb: have you any idea how long it would take to rebuild this facility?Finch: do you have any idea what you’re doing?(out of the booth, two masked men rush out)One of them: don’t shoot me, please! It’s him! It’s him!Police: (hold fire to the other one) on your knees! On your knees!The other one: please! Please don’t hurt me!(his mask is taken off, the police turn to the first one who is real V and they’re killed by V who later leaves)(in the booth)Dascomb: here we go.(cuts a line ) I did it. I did it.(in a passage, V is walking before Dominic behind whom hides Evey)Dominic: freeze! Get your hands on your head. Do it now or I shootV: I must say that I’m rather astonished by the response time of london’s finest. I hadn’t expected you to be quite so Johny-on-the- spot.Dominic: we were here before you even started. Bad luck, chummy.V: oh, I don’t know about that.(Evey attacks Dominic on his back and is hit unconscious)A piece of news is on: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 other 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.(dascomb’s record is on) 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.A girl watching these: bollocks!The news: again, from what we’ve been told by authorities, the danger is now over. The terrorist is dead.(in the office of finch and dominic who are watching the record of Evey and V)Finch: right there. What’s he thinking? Is he considering leaving her, after she just saved him? Dominic: he’s a terrorist. You can’t expect him to act like you or me.Finch : some part of him is human. And for better or worse, she’s stuck with him.(in a archaic house filled with light music, evey wakes up and sees lots of books and art crafts, while v appears)Evey: you scared me.V: my apologies. You feeling all right?Evey: yes, thank you. What is this place?V: it’s my home. I call it the Shadow Gallery.Evey: it’s beautiful. Where did you get all this stuff?V: oh, here and there. Much of it from the vaults of the Ministry of Objectionable Materials.Evey: you stole them?V: oh,heavens. No. stealing implies ownership. You can’t steal from the censor. I merely reclaimed them.Evey: god, if they ever find this place……V: I suspect if they do find this place, a few bits of art will be the least of my worries.Evey: you mean after what you’ve done. God, what have I done? I maced that detective. Why did I do that?V: you did what you thought was right.Evey : oh, no, I shouldn’t have done that. I must have been out of my mind.V: is that what you really think or what they’d want you to think?Evey: I think I should go.V: may I ask where?Evey: home. I have to go home.V: you see they were looking for you. If they know where you work, they certainly know where you live.Evey: I have friends. I could stay with them.V: 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 left you there, right now you’d be in one of Creedy’s interrogation cells. They’s imprison you, torture you and in all probability kill you in the pursuit of finding me. After what you did, I couldn’t lert that happen. So I picked you up and carried you to the only place I knew you’d be safe, here, to my home.Evey: I won’t tell anyone, I swear. You know you can trust me.V: I’m sorry, but I can’t take that risk.Evey: but I don’t even know where this is. It could be anywhere.V: you know it’s underground. You know the color of the stone. That’ ll be enough for a clever man.Evey: are you saying that I have to stay here?V: only until I’m done. After the 5th, I no longer think it’ll matter.Evey: you mean a year from now? I have to stay here for a year?V: sorry, evey. I didn’t know what else to do.Evey: you should have left me alone. Why didn’t you just leave me alone!(in the office of finch and dominic)Finch: anything else on the parents?Dominic: yeah. They aren’t good. They were interned at Belmarsh.Finch: oh, no.Dominic:yeah. She died in a hunger strike. He died when the military retook the shed. And that’s not the worst of it. Her brother was at St. Mary’s.Finch: christ.Dominic: it’s nothing but bad luck here.Finch: so we know her story. Now we need his.(in v’s home, he is making breakfast when evey comes in)Evey: v?V: bonjour, mademoiselle.Evey: I just want to apologize for my reaction last night. I understand what you did for me and I want you to know I am grateful.(notices scars on his hands) your hands?V: yes.(puts on gloves) there, that’s better. I hope I didn’t put you off your appetite.Evey: no, please. It’s just…… Are you all right?V: yes, yes, yes. I’m fine.Evey: can I ask what happened?V: 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?Evey: Yes, thank you. I’m starving, actually.V: have a seat.Evey:(eats a piece of bread)um……it’s delicious.V: good.Evey: god, I haven’t had real butter since I was a little girl. Where did you get it?V: A government supply train on its way to Chancellor Sutler.Evey: You stole this from Chancellor Sutler?V: Yes.Evey: You're insane!V: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.Evey: macbeth.V: very good.Evey: my mum, she used to read all his plays to me and ever since, I’ve always wanted to act. Be in plays, movies. When I was 9, I played Viola in Twelfth Night. Mum was very proud.V: where is your mother now?Evey: she’s dead.V: I’ m sorry.Evey: can I ask about what you said on the telly?V: yes.Evey: did you mean it?V: every word.Evey: you really think blowing up Parliament is going to make this country a better place.V: There's no certainty, only opportunity.Evey: I think you can be pretty certain that if anyone does show up, creedy will black-bag every one of them.V: people should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.Evey: and you’re going to make that happen by blowing up a building?V:.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.Evey: I wish I believed that was possilbe. But every time I’ve seen this world change, it’s always been for the worse.(in the bathroom of Prothero, a tv set is on and on it he’s lecturing):I’ll tell you what I know. Iknow this is not a man.Prothero: what is he?Lecture:A man does not wear a mask.Prothero: what is he?Lecture: a man does not threaten innocent civilians. He’s what every gutless, freedom-hating terrorist is, a goddamn coward!Prothero:(takes a phone) there will be no negotiation. When I arrive in the morning, the paddy will be gone. I’m looking at the tape right now, and he has no idea how to light me. My nose looks like Big fucking Ben. Listen to me, bleeding sod, England prevails because I say it does! And as does every lazy cunt on the show, and it includes you. Find another DOP, or find yourself another job! Lecture:I'll tell you what I wish. I wish I had been there! I wish I had the chance for a face-to-face. Just one chance, that's all I'd need! (v breaks into his home using evey’s id card) this so-called v and his accomplice evey hammond neo-demagogues, spouting their message of hate. A delusional and aberrant voice delivering a terrorist’s ultimatum. An ultimatum that was met with swift and surgically precise justice. No mercy! The moral, ladies and gentlemen, is good guys win, bad guys lose. And as always. England prevails!Prothero:(suddenly finds V and falls down on the floor) Holy christ! Jesus!V: good evening, Commander prothero.Prothero:oh, my god! How did you get in here?V: don’t worry. I have made sure that our reunion won’t be disturbed by any pesky late-night phone calls, commander.Prothero: stop that. Why do you keep calling me that?V: that was your title, remember? When we first met, all those years ago, you wore a uniform in those days.Prothero: you. It is you.V: the Ghost of Christmas Past.(in the bedroom of finch, he is woken up by a call)Finch: yeah?Dascomb: finch, it’s dascombFinch:dascombDascomb: I’ve already called the chancellor. We have to get control of the situation.Finch: what situation?(in prothero’s bathroom, a red rose is left on his dead body)Dascomb: chancellor Sutler agreed, for obvious reasons, we have to keep this discreet, Inspector, cause in the wrong light, the loss of the V oice of London could be devastating to our credibility. Perhaps a stroke. No, no, it’s too horrific.um, a quiet, dignified death in his sleep.Finch: we got any eyes or ears on this?Dominic: no, camcos were cut. It’s the same m.o. as before. But we got an elevator log ID. Finch: let me guess.Dominic: she’s in deep, inspector.(at v’s home, evey is woken up by some noise of fighting)Evey: v?V:[fights with a suit of armor] Hah! my fat metal friend! Mondego.(sees evey)oh, god. I hope I didn’t wake you.。
