V for Vendetta Speech

25

Dad, what's wrong with the telly?

Good evening, London.

- Allow me first to apologize

- That's the emergency channel!

I do, like many of you, appreciate

the comforts of the everyday routine

the security of the familiar,

the tranquility of repetition.

Bloody hell.

I enjoy them as much as any bloke.

But in the spirit of commemoration

Who's that, Mum?

- Whereby important events of the past

usually associated with someone's death

or the end of some awful, bloody struggle

are celebrated with a nice holiday

I thought we could mark

this November the 5th

a day that is, sadly,

no longer remembered

by taking some time out of our daily lives

to sit down and have a little chat.

There are, of course,

those who do not want us to speak.

Let me think, let me think.

Even now, orders are being shouted

into telephones

and men with guns

will soon be on their way.

- It's Chancellor Sutler.

- Damn it!

Why? Because while the truncheon

may be used in lieu of conversation

words will always retain their power.

Words offer the means to meaning

and, for those who will listen,

the enunciation of truth.

And the truth is

there is something terribly wrong

with this country, isn't there?

You designed it, wanted it foolproof.

You said every television in London!

Cruelty and injustice,

intolerance and oppression.

And where once

you had the freedom to object

to think and speak as you saw fit

you now have censors and surveillance

coercing your conformity

and soliciting submission.

- Cameras. We need cameras.

How did this happen? Who's to blame?

Certainly there are those

who are more responsible than others.

And they will be held accountable.

But again, truth be told,

if you're looking for the guilty

you need only look into a mirror.

I know why you did it.

I know you were afraid.

Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease.

There were a myriad of problems

which conspired

to corrupt your reason

and rob you of your common sense.

Fear got the best of you.

And in your panic, you turned to

the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler.

He promised you order,

he promised you peace

and all he demanded in return

was your silent, obedient consent.

- Inspector, they're almost through.

- Last night, I sought to end that silence.

Last night,

I destroyed the Old Bailey

to remind this country

of what it has 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.

So if you've seen nothing

if the crimes of this government

remain unknown to you

then I would suggest that you allow

the 5th of November to pass unmarked.

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.

Kerosene fog.

He's using our smoke machines.

Cover the exits.

No one gets out.

The rest of you, follow me.

Left.

You go right.

Spread out.