The problem is, he knows us better than we know ourselves. That's why I went to Larkhill,...

Finch: The problem is, he knows us better than we know ourselves. That's why I went to Larkhill, last night. Dominic: But that's outside quarantine. Finch: I had to see it. There wasn't much left. But when I was there it was strange. I suddenly had this feeling that everything was connected. It's like I could see the whole thing, one long chain of events that stretched all the way back before Larkhill. I felt like I could see everything that happened, and everything that is going to happen. It was like a perfect pattern, laid out in front of me. And I realised we're all part of it, and all trapped by it. Dominic: So do you know what's gonna happen? Finch: No, it was a feeling. But I can guess. With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty. And then Sutler will be forced to do the only thing he knows how to do. At which point, all V needs to do is keep his word. And then... [Dominoes collapse with TV footages showing conflicts between rioting citizens and the anti-riot police]

" the music and the fireworks were, according to the crew chief... " " - "definitely not on the schedule." - We'll be right back. " Do you believe that load of bollocks? I mean, there was no bloody demolition. I saw it, the whole thing. - Did you see it? - No. Last night I was... Yeah, that's right. You went to see Daddy Deitrich, didn't you? Evey, there you are. - You are still working for me. - Sorry, Patricia. I need two espressos and three coffees. And Deitrich is ready for his tea. I don't get it. Why does he wear a Guy Fawkes mask? Didn't Fawkes try to blow up Parliament? It's not too late. He's still got another 16 hours. Maybe he's just getting started. Yeah? Okay. A lead on the girl. Look, don't get me wrong, I love it. A cow getting crucified. It's hysterical. But you'll never get it approved. You've got to rewrite it, okay? Gotta go. I don't recall getting stood up by a more attractive woman. - Mr. Deitrich... - Gordon, please. I don't need "mister" to make this body feel any older. Gordon... I was on my way last night, but there were Fingermen... and I got scared and went home. Sadly, after last night, I think our curfew will only get worse. Gotcha. - Hey, Fred. - All that been x-rayed? Nope. They're filled with bombs. Well, wait till commercials to set them off, okay? - I can't believe you watch that shit. - What? Laser Lass is banging. What's all that? Not sure. They just arrived. Marked for Stage 3. Must be Prothero. I wish someone had the balls to tell that brat this station ain't his playground. What the hell is this? Just put them over there until I can figure out what they're for. This looks serious. Her parents were political activists. - They were detained when she was 12. - What happened to her? Juvenile Reclamation Project... - for five years. - Shit. We're gonna need backup, but keep it minimal. You sure about that, sir? I want a chance to talk to her... before she disappears into one of Creedy's black bags. Who's that? Don't piss me about. You show me ID, or I'll get Storm Saxon on your ass.