V:
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.
[V places a scarlet carson on Sutler's lapel]
V:
Good-bye, Chancellor. Mr. Creedy...
[Creedy points his gun at Sutler, Sutler whimpers in fear]
Creedy:
Disgusting.
[Creedy shoots Sutler]
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