But the end result, the true genius of the plan, was the fear. Fear became the ultimate tool of this government, and through it our politician was ultimately appointed to the newly created position of High Chancellor. The rest, as they say, is history.

Finch: Can you prove any of this?

V: Why do you think I'm still alive?

Finch: Right. We'd like to take you into protective custody, Mr. Rookwood.

V: Oh, I'm sure you would. But if you want that recording, you'll do what I tell you to do. Put Creedy under 24 hour surveillance. When I feel safe that he can't pick his nose without you knowing, I'll contact you again. Until then, cheerio.

Finch: Rookwood. Why didn't you come forward earlier? What were you waiting for?

V: For you, Inspector. I needed you.

Creedy: Bollocks.

Creedy: Why should I trust you?

V: Because it's the only way you're ever going to stop me!

Sutler: Everyday, gentlemen. Everyday that brings us closer to November, everyday that man remains free is one more failure. Three hundred and forty-seven days, gentlemen! THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY-SEVEN FAILURES!

Creedy: Chancellor, we do not have the adequate force --

Sutler: WE ARE BEING BURIED BENEATH THE AVALANCHE OF YOUR INADEQUACIES, MR. CREEDY!

Little Glasses Girl: [delivering packages to front doors] I'll get it.

BFC courier: Eric Finch?

Finch: Yeah.

Finch: [One of V's Guy Fawkes masks is inside the box ] Bloody hell...

Finch: How many went out?

Dominic: So far we count eight box cars: several hundred thousands at least.

Finch: Christ.

Sutler: I want anyone caught with one of those masks arrested!

Convenience Store V: Give me the money! Give me the fucking money!

Dominic: We're under siege here, the whole city's gone mad!

Finch: This is exactly what he wants.

Dominic: What?

Convenience Store V: Anarchy in the UK!

Finch: Chaos.

Finch: The problem is, he knows us better than we know ourselves. That's why I went to Larkhill, last night.

Dominic: But that's outside quarantine.

Finch: I had to see it. There wasn't much left. But when I was there it was strange. I suddenly had this feeling that everything was connected. It's like I could see the whole thing, one long chain of events that stretched all the way back before Larkhill. I felt like I could see everything that happened, and everything that is going to happen. It was like a perfect pattern, laid out in front of me. And I realised we're all part of it, and all trapped by it.

Dominic: So do you know what's gonna happen?

Finch: No, it was a feeling. But I can guess. With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty. And then Sutler will be forced to do the only thing he knows how to do. At which point, all V needs to do is keep his word. And then...

Finch: Tonight's your big night. Are you ready for it?... Are we ready for it?

Evey: I missed this song.

V: I didn't think you'd come.

Evey: I said I would.

V: May I enquire as to how you have avoided detection?

Evey Hammond: A fake ID works better than a Guy Fawkes mask.

Evey Hammond: I worried about myself for awhile. But then one day I was at a market, and a friend, someone I'd worked with at the BTN, got in line behind me. I was so nervous that when the cashier asked me for my money I dropped it. My friend picked it up and handed it to me. She looked me right in the eyes, didn't recognize me. I guess whatever you did to me worked better than I'd have imagined.

V: Would you... dance with me?

Evey Hammond: Now? On the eve of your revolution?

V: A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having!

Evey Hammond: I'd love to.

Sutler: Tonight, I will speak directly to these people and make the situation perfectly clear to them. The security of this nation depends on complete and total compliance. Tonight, any protestor, any instigator, or agitator will BE MADE EXAMPLE OF!

Dascomb: Chancellor, there is a contingency that has not been addressed.

Sutler: And what is that, Mr. Dascomb?

Dascomb: Should the terrorist succeed...

Sutler: He won't!

Dascomb: I understand that it is highly unlikely, but if he does...

Sutler: If he does, and something happens to that building, the only thing that will change, the only difference it will make is that tomorrow morning, instead of a newspaper I will be reading Mr. Creedy's resignation!

V: [Quoting Viola from Twelfth Night Act I Scene 2] Conceal me what I am, and be my aid For such disguise as haply shall become The form of my intent.

V: Evey, please... There is a face beneath this mask, but it's not me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath them.

Evey Hammond: I understand.

Dominic: What do you think will happen?