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E- 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.
E- 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.
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 persona.Voilà!In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran...cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of ate.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
E- Are you, like, a crazy person?
V- I am quite sure they will say so.But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking?
E- I'm Evey.
V- Evey?E-vey. Of course you are.
E- What does that mean?
V- It means that I, like God...do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence.
Good evening, London.Allow me first to apologize .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, 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? 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
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. 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.
Ｅ－Can I ask about what you said on the telly?
Ｅ－Did you mean it?
Ｅ－You really think blowing up Parliament's going to make this country a better place?
Ｖ－There's no certainty, only opportunity.
Ｅ－You can be pretty certain that if anyone does show up Creedy'll black-bag every one of them.
Ｖ－People should not be afraid of their governments.Governments should be afraid of their people.
Ｅ－And you'll 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.
Ｅ－I wish I believed that was possible.But every time I've seen this world change,it's always been for the worse.
I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their
tricks, but I don't care.I am me.My name is Valerie.I don't think I'll
live much longer,and I wanted to tell someone about my life.This is the
only autobiography that I will ever write and, God I'm writing it on
I was born in Nottingham in 1985.I don't remember much of those early years,but I do remember the rain.My grandmother owned a farm in Tottle Brook and she used to tell me that God was in the rain.I passed my 11 Plus and went to girls' grammar.It was at school that I met my first girlfriend.Her name was Sarah.It was her wrists.They were beautiful.I thought we would love each other forever.I remember our teacher telling us that it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew.Sarah did.I didn't.In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina.That year I came out to my parents.I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand.My father wouldn't look at me.He told me to go and never come back.My mother said nothing.But I'd only told them the truth.Was that so selfish?Our integrity sells for so little,but it is all we really have.It is the very last inch of us.But within that inch we are free.
I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life and in 2015 I starred in my first film,The Salt Flats.It was the most important role of my life.Not because of my career but because that was how I met Ruth.The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again.We moved to a small flat in London together.She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box and our place always smelt of roses.
Those were the best years of my life.But America's war grew worse and worse,and eventually came to London.After that, there were no roses anymore.Not for anyone.I remember how the meaning of words began to change.How unfamiliar words like "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening while things like "Norsefire" and the "Articles of Allegiance" became powerful.I remember how "different" became dangerous.
I still don't understand it why they hate us so much.They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life.It wasn't long till they came for me.
It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place.But for three years,I had roses and apologized to no one.I shall die here.Every inch of me shall perish.Every inch...but one.An inch.It is small, and it is fragile,and it is the only thing in the world worth having.We must never lose it or give it away.We must never let them take it from us.I hope that, whoever you are,you escape this place.I hope that the world turns and that things get better.But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you and even though I may never meet you laugh with you, cry with you or kiss you,I love you.With all my heart I love you.
E- Tell me，do you like music, Mr. Finch?
F- That music?
E- Yes.His music.
F- Who was he?
E- He was Edmond Dantes.And he was my father and my mother.My brother.My friend.He was you and me.He was all of us.
E：No one will ever forget that night and what it meant for this country.But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.