text: where can i find the movie script of  valerie's letter from "v for vendetta"? so? ext.  interrogation room                      pull back from a shadow, the outline of the interrogator's           silhouette against sharp light coming into frame.                                          evey (v.o.)                     i read her letter.  hid it.  slept.                      woke.  they questioned me.  and i                     read her letter again.                      rossiter is buckling evey's thin arms and legs into a chair.            her now frail frame can barely hold up the frayed brown           slipover.                                          evey (v.o.)                     over and over...                      on the table in front of her, there is a large wash basin of           water.  rossiter dunks her head into it.                                          evey (v.o.)                     her name was valerie.                      int.  classroom - day - flashback                      a teacher reads from her lesson plan in front of rows and           rows of uniformed pubescences in this all girl private           school.  her voice drones on and on like muzak.                                          valerie (v.o.)                     i was born in a rainy burg in                     nottingham in 1975.  i passed my                     eleven plus and went to girl's                     grammar.                      a blonde tomboy sneaks a smile to her curly haired friend           next to her.                                          valerie (v.o.)                     i met my first girlfriend at                     school.  her name was sara.  her                     wrists.  her wrists were beautiful.                      her hand slides across the desk, fingers tickling the young           flesh of sara's wrist.                      the teacher's voice slows, dropping octaves, becoming --                      int.  biology lab - day - flashback                      a man's voice.                                          valerie (v.o.)                     i sat in biology class staring at                     the pickled rabbit fetus while mr.                     herd said it was an adolescent                     phase that people outgrew.                      valerie looks at sara across the room, her head down in           shame.                                          valerie (v.o.)                     sara did.  i didn't.                      int.  living room - day - flashback                      two teenage girls stand in front of a middle aged couple.            they are holding hands.                                          valerie (v.o.)                     in 1994, i stopped pretending and                     took a girl called christine home                     to meet my parents.                      the greying woman repeats the sign of the cross over and           over, sobbing into a handkerchief.  her husband's face is           contorted in disgust.                                          valerie (v.o.)                     a week later i moved to london to                     go to college and study drama.  my                     mother said i broke her heart.                      ext.  park - day - flashback                      two young women cuddle on a park bench under a london summer           sky, feeding the pigeons.                                          valerie (v.o.)                     but it was my integrity that was                     important.  is that so selfish?  it                     sells for so little but it's all we                     have left in this place...                      the black haired girl nibbles on the blonde's ear.                                          valerie (v.o.)                     it is the very last inch of us...                      int.  interrogation room                 