WOMAN'S VOICE [OVER SPEAKER]:
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.
-Whoa! 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, 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.
MAN: 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!
V: The multiplying villainies of nature
do swarm upon him.
FINGERMAN: What the hell?!
WILLY: Bugger off!
Disdaining fortune,
with his brandish'd steel...
...which smoked with bloody execution.
FINGERMAN:
We're Fingermen, pal.
V:
Aha!
[YELLS]
[WHIMPERING]
Jesus Christ! Mercy!
We are oft to blame in this--
'Tis too much proved.
--that with devotion's visage
and pious action...
...we do sugar o'er the devil himself.
-What's that mean?
-Spare the rod.
[TRUNCHEON DROPS]
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.
-Oh. 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.
Voilà!
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.
[V CHUCKLES]
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.
