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.
EVEY:
It's beautiful up here.
V: 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.
[BELLS CHIMING]
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!
[TCHAIKOVSKY'S 1812 OVERTURE
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
Look outside, Mommy!
They're playing music!
-How do you do that?
-Wait.
Here comes the crescendo!
[V LAUGHING]
How beautiful, is it not?
