[A shot of an Egg in the Basket over a frying pan zooms out to Gordon's hands holding the pan, reminiscent of V preparing the same dish. Evey wakes up to Stan Getz, Tom Jobim, João Gilberto, and Astrud Gilberto's "Corcovado". She had previously sought refuge at Gordon Deitrich's home after escaping from V]
Bonjour, mademoiselle.
We call it "Eggie in the Basket". My mum used to make them.
This is weird.
What?
The first morning I was with him, he made me eggs just like this.
Really?
I swear!
That is a strange coincidence. Although there's an obvious explanation.
There is?
Yes, Evey. I am V. At last, you know the truth. [Evey looks incredulously at Gordon] You're stunned, I know. It's hard to believe, isn't it? That beneath this wrinkled, well-fed exterior, there lies a dangerous killing machine with a fetish for Fawkesian masks. ¡Viva la revolución!
That is not funny, Gordon.
I've seen people go to jail for less than that.
Of course. He was right, wasn't he? There is something wrong with this country.
