1. V For Vendetta
Narrator: Parliaments cold shadow falls on Westminster Bridge, and she shivers. There was power here once, power that decided the destiny of millions. Her transactions, her decisions, are insignificant. They affect no one…
Narrator: Except her.
Eve: Uh…would.. would you like to… Uh… Sleep with me or anything? I mean.. Uh…For money?
Man: That’s the clumsiest piece of propositioning I’ve ever heard. You’ve not been doing this very long, have you?
Eve: Oh god, I must be really terrible. Yeah, you’re right. It’s my first night. You’re my first…
Eve: Customer, yeah. I…I’ve got a job. In munitions, but the money is, you know, it isn’t enough… Look mister, I really need that money. I’d be ok. I mean I’m sixteen. I know what I’m doing…
Man: No you don’t know what you’re doing. (Man reaches into his coat and pulls out a badge)… Because if you did you wouldn’t have picked a Vice detail on stake-out.
Eve: OH CHRIST!!! You’re a fingerman.
Man: That’s right. And these are my colleagues. You know the laws of prostitution. That’s a Class-H offense. That means we get to decide what happens to you. That’s our prerogative.
Eve: Oh No. Look, please, Mister, it was my first time. I’ll do anything you want. Please don’t kill me.
Man: You’ve got it all wrong, Miss. You’ll do anything we want and then we’ll kill you. That’s our prerogative.
Eve: Oh Please Don’t!!! Oh, Jesus No Please!!!
V: The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him…
Man 2: Who the Hell???
V: And fortune, on his damned quarrel, smiling, showed like a rebel’s whore.
Man 3: Who’s He?
Man 2: I dunno, Must be some kinda retard got out of a hospital. Hey you! What are you doing?
V: But Alls too weak; for brave Macbeth…well he deserves that name.
Man 2: You’re in trouble, chum. Big trouble. This woman is a criminal. We’re police officers. She’s wanted for interrogation, so keep your…Hands Off?
V: Disdaining fortune with his brandishing steel. Which smoked with bloody execution. Like valour’s minion carved out his passage, till he faced the slave; which ne’er shook hands, Nor bade farewell to him.
Man 4: Tear Gas! *cough! Holy Christ, it’s tear gas!!!
Man 2: I got his hand. What shall I do with this. (Explosion)
Man 3: Oh Jesus… What the hell happened??He just came out of nowhere and..just what the hell happened?? Frank’s dead. They’re all deaud. Oh Christ, what are we going to do??
Man 1: Find him. We’ve got to find him or the HEAD will have our guts..
Eve: You..you rescued me! Like in a story! I don’t believe it. Wh-who are you?
V: Me? I’m the king of the twentieth century. I’m the bogeyman. The villain. The black sheep of the family.
Eve: Uh…Yeah. But what were you doing around here? I didn’t think anybody came to Westminster at night except, you know…women.
V: Ahh, but tonight is special. Tonight is a celebration. A grand opening. Were you never taught the rhyme? Remember, remember the 5th of November, The Gun-powder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the gun-powder treason…should ever be forgot.