V FOR VENDETTA
Written by
Larry and Andy Wachowski
Bad on the graphic novel by Alan Moore
FADE IN:
In the darkness, we hear a voice, a woman's voice. Her name
is Evey.
EVEY (V.O.)
"Remember, remember, the fifth of日文文章
November, the gunpowder treason and
plot. I know of now reason why the
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forgot."
Her voice has a strength that is metered by a calmness, a
deep centered peace that we can feel.
EVEY (V.O.)
Tho were almost the very first
words he spoke to me and, in a way,
that is where this story began,
four hundred years ago, in a cellar
beneath the Hous of Parliament.
In the darkness, we find a lantern. Guy Fawkes, a dangerous
man who wears a goatee, is struggling with a wheelbarrow
stacked with barrels of gunpowder.
EVEY (V.O.)
In 1605, Guy Fawkes attempted to
blow up the Hous of Parliament.
The wheelbarrow bumps over the heavy stone mortar of the
cellar floor. From the dark depths, we hear the sound of
dogs.
EVEY (V.O.)
He was caught in the cellars with
enough gunpowder to level most of
London.
Guy es lanterns coming from both sides. He tries to run as
the dogs reach him first. He grabs for his sword as dozens
of pole axes pin him against the tunnel's stone wall.
EVEY (V.O.)
Sometimes I wonder where we would
be if he hadn't failed. I wonder
if it would have mattered.
In the dim pre-dawn light, Guy is led to the gallows.
EVEY (V.O.)
I suppo the answer is in the
rhyme. More than the man, what we
must remember is the plot itlf.
The coar noo of rope is snugged up to Guy's throat. He
looks into the crowd until he finds a face, a woman's face,
staring up at him.
EVEY (V.O.)
For in the plot we find m
ore than
just a man, we find the idea of
that man, the spirit of that man,
and that is what we must never
forget.
The lever is thrown and the woman looks down, a tear falling
down her face.
EVEY (V.O.)
This, then, is the story of that
idea, of that spirit that began
with an anarchist's plot four
hundred years ago.
Guy's body hangs in silhouette, lifeless against a red
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FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE
A young Evey sits on her father's lap, combing her Barbie's
hair.
EVEY (V.O.)
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I was born near the end of the
millennium, the year 1997. My
father ud to say that people were
so afraid that the world was going
to end that they were willing it to
happen.
Her father sits beside her mother on the living room couch,
星期一到星期日的英文watching the news. From the look on their faces, the news is
bad.
EVEY (V.O.)
I don't remember much of the
century's turn. I don't remember
the market crash or the plague or
any of the Trafalgar riots.
The television flickers with images of heavily armed soldiers
fighting in a shelled city.
EVEY (V.O.)
I've read about them since but I
don't recall how any of them
impacted my life except for the
fear. They would hide it from me,
like a cret between them.
Little Evey es her father staring at her mother. They
take hold of each other's hand, clasping them tight.
EVEY (V.O.)
But I could feel it.
EXT. CITY STREET
It is a new day. People are gathered along the street as if
they were waiting for a parade.
EVEY (V.O.)
Of the chaos that emed to swallow
the beginning of the 21st century,
there is one thing I do remember.
Evey holds her father's hand. Unable to e what is coming,
she can hear it.
EVEY (V.O.)
Very clearly, I c
an remember that
sound.
We hear them, hundreds of marching soldiers.
EVEY (V.O.)
And I remember tho boots, black
leather that gleamed bright in the
morning sun. I had never en such
boots. All moving in perfect
unison.
Little Evey hides in the forest of adults, clinging to her
father's leg, staring as row after row of boots march by with
military precision.
EXT. CITY STREET
In the midst of a political rally for the emerging new party
calling itlf Norfire, we find little Evey now on her
father's shoulders.
Dascombe, a young man, paces the podium, inciting the crowd.
DASCOMBE
The time has come, London, to任泽峰
return to a bygone age, an age of
tradition, an age of values that
have been disparaged and all but
forgotten. What this country needs
is a leader! A true leader to
remind us of that age. A righteous
leader with the strength of his
moral convictions to do what must
be done. I give you that man! I
give you our leader! Adam Susan!
Adam Susan ris and the crowd cheers. Evey's father looks
at her mother and again they clasp hands.
EVEY (V.O.)
It must have emed so easy to
them. They offered such a simple
deal; give up control and we will
restore order.
INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE
Little Evey is asleep in her bedroom.
EVEY (V.O.)
At first, the arrests were
political. Dissidents. Radicals.
Liberals.
A loud crash of splintering wood wakes her up.
EVEY (V.O.)
When my parents were younger, they
had been activists. They had
marched with Labor in the great
train strike.
The sound of heavy boots swarms through the hou.
LITTLE EVEY
Mommy?
Her bedroom door bursts open and a heavily armed soldier
scoops her up.
She is carried through the dark hou which is filled with
soldiers. On the floor of the living room, she es her
par
ents being bound with plastic zip-ties.
MOTHER
My daughter! Don't take my
daughter!
FATHER
Evey! Evey!
LITTLE EVEY
Mommy! Daddy!
A heavy black hood is pulled over each of her parent's heads
as Evey is carried out of the hou.
EVEY (V.O.)
I never saw them again. Overnight,
my life, my entire world was
erad.
INT. BATHROOM
A nun with a switch in her crosd arms watches as Evey and
veral other little girls scrub the floor of a dormitory
bathroom.
EVEY (V.O.)
It was done so quickly and
violently, so completely, that it
began to em that it had never
even existed.
A tear rolls down Little Evey's cheek.
EXT. HOUSE
A gay man is dragged violently from his Piccadilly home.
Outside, he es his lover being forced to the cobblestones.
EVEY (V.O.)
The homoxuals were next. What
God had started with AIDS had to be
finished by man. It was God's
work. That's what we were told.
He reaches for him as the clubs ri and fall, vicious and
bloody.
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EVEY (V.O.)
But once they were gone, there was
someone el. Someone different.
In another neighborhood, we e the police arresting
Pakistanis.
EVEY (V.O.)
Someone dangerous.
In a different area, young black men are packed into a caged
van so tightly they are unable to move.
EVEY (V.O.)
There were tho who understood
what was happening, who knew it was
wrong but who kept silent.
A young detective named Finch looks down as the van pulls
away. When he looks up, another man in a military uniform
who name is Almond is watching him.
EVEY (V.O.)
And in the vacuum of that silence,
order was impod.
Finch sticks his pipe in his mouth and turns away.
EXT. STREET
Again, we e the marching boots.郭默
EVEY (V.O.)
Order that was like tho boots,
order that required rigorous
discipline. Order that is exactly
the same, where each single step
falls with every step. The order
of the many shaped into one.
We move through the columns of marching soldiers to a wall
where a poster has been plastered up. The poster reads,
"Strength Through Purity, Purity Through Faith."
EVEY (V.O.)
Somehow in my heart, I knew it
wouldn't last.
As the sound of the marching fades, a shadow falls over the
sign.
After a moment, we hear the hiss of spray paint.
EVEY (V.O.)
What they thought they had crushed,
the spirit they believed trampled
and ground beneath the marching of
their boots, ro up, ro as if
from a four hundred year old grave,
ro to remind us all that day.
The shadow sprays a "V" over the poster.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
Clo on a loudspeaker. There is one on every major street
corner.
FATE (V.O.)
Good evening, London. It's nine
o'clock, the fourth of November in
the year 2019 and this is the voice
of Fate broadcasting on 275 and 285
of the medium wave.
Beneath the loudspeaker is a surveillance system labeled,
"For your protection."
Bubble eyed lens iris at the end of stalks that move,
inct-like, racheting and clicking as they watch a little
girl pedal her bicycle. The little girl glances nervously
over her shoulder up at the mechanical eyes watching her.
FATE (V.O.)
People of London, be advid --
EXT. EVEY'S APARTMENT
There is a radio on a small makeup table.
FATE (V.O.)
-- that Braxton and Streathon are
quarantine zones as of today.
Evey is now a young woman. She slips into a dress that is
little more than a nightgown. She tries to adjust it,
pulling it down at the hem, pulling it up at the thin
shoulder straps, but it is like trying to hide behind a
lamppost.
FATE (V.O.)
It is suggested that the area be
avoided for reasons of health and
safety.
INT. SHADOW GALLERY
Another radio in a room that ems to be of another world.
FATE (V.O.)
Good news following the
productivity reports from
Herefordshire indicating a possible
end to meat rationing starting mid
February.
A man enters the room as he once entered the world. His body
is lean and strong and though we do not e his face, there
is a strength in his carriage, a power to his prence.
INT. EVEY'S APARTMENT
She packs tissue paper into the toes of a pair of high heels
that are too big for her.
FATE (V.O.)
Police raided venteen homes in
the Birmingham area, uncovering
what is believed to be a major
terrorist ring.
INT. SHADOW GALLERY
We move over a dressing bureau, past a wig and over a pair of
black leather gloves, moving until we find the mask; it is
like something from the masquerade ball of another era. It
has an exaggerated goatee, harlequin cheeks and a smile,
forever fixed, at once be-guiling and be-deviling.
FATE (V.O.)
Twenty eight people, eight of them
women, are currently in detention
awaiting trial.
INT. EVEY'S APARTMENT
Evey coats her lips with a lascivious red. She stares into
the mirror, her makeup like a mask over her own face.
FATE (V.O.)
And that is the face of London
tonight.
INT. SHADOW GALLERY
The man, now fully dresd in cloak, hat, and mask gazes into
the mirror.
This is V.
FATE (V.O.)
And this is the voice of Fate
signing off and bidding you a
pleasant evening.
EXT. CITY STREET
Clo on Evey's high heels, stumbling and awkward as she
walks down a dark cobblestoned street.
EXT. CITY STREET
Clo on V's boots walking in the opposite direction so that
it ems they are walking towards each other.
EVEY (V.O.)
I don't know what brought us
