V for Vendetta2005

V:
[confronting a helpless Sutler] At last, we finally meet. I have something for you, chancellor. A farewell gift. For all the things you've done, for the things you might have done, and for the only thing you have left. [places a rose in Sutler's coat] Goodbye, Chancellor. Mr Creedy?

Creedy:
Disgusting. [Creedy executes Sutler with his revolver] Now that's done with. It's time to have a look at your face. Take off your mask.

V:
No.

[Creedy nods and two Fingermen approach V; one tries to remove his mask, but V kills them both]

Creedy:
Defiant until the end, huh? You won't cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of death. You're like me.

V:
The only thing that you and I have in common, Mr Creedy, is we are both about to die.

Creedy:
[scoffs] How do you imagine that's going to happen?

V:
With my hands around your neck.

Creedy:
Bollocks. What are you going to do? We've swept this place. You've got nothing. Nothing but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We have guns!

V:
No. What you have are bullets and the hopes that when your guns are empty, I'm no longer standing. Because if I am, you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.

Creedy:
That's impossible! [Raises his revolver and thumbs back the hammer] Kill him.

[Creedy and his men open fire on V. After their guns are empty, with many rounds fired, V starts to keel, but then straightens and inhales deeply]

V:
My turn.

[V keeps his word and kills all of Creedy's 12 remaining men with his knives, while Creedy frantically reloads his revolver]

Creedy:
[Starts shooting the approaching V] Die! Die! Why won't you die?! [His gun clicks empty] Why won't you die?

V:
Beneath this mask, there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask, there is an idea, Mr Creedy. And ideas are bulletproof!

[V grabs Creedy by the neck, lifts him up and pins him to the fence; within seconds there is a sickening snap, and Creedy goes limp. V pulls off a steel breastplate full of punctures (which he was wearing to prevent the bullets from puncturing his organs) and staggers away, bleeding to death from his wounds.]