...that they have allegedly sent several containers
filled with wheat and tobacco.
A gesture, they said, of goodwill.
Help me!
Someone help!
The multiplying villainies of nature do
swarm upon him.
Who is but the form following the function
of what and what Iam is a man in a mask.
The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta
held as a votice not in vain, for the value
and veracity of such shall one day vindicate
the vigilant and the virtuous.
Remember, remember.
The 5th of November.
I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this
country of what is 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.
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.
November the 5th.
The first explosions tore open the entire
medical section.
The man from room 5.
He looked at me.
Not with eyes.
There were no eyes.
An inch.
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.
It was you?
Yeah.
That was not real?
You did this to me?
You cut my hair?
You tortured me.
You said you wanted to live without fear.
I wish there'd been an easier way but there
wasn't.
You are sick!
This is exactly what he wants.
What?
Chaos...
This world the world that I'm a part of and
that I helped shape, will end tonight.
My turn.
Why won't you die?!
Why won't you die??
Beneath this mask there is more than flesh.
Beneath this mask there is an idea Mr. Creedy.
And
IDEAS ARE BULLETPROFF.
Why are you doing this?
Because he was right.
About what?
That this country needs more than a building
right now.
He was all of us.
