What is that you're making? We call it "eggie in the basket". My mum used to make them....

Evey Hammond: What is that you're making? Gordon Deitrich: We call it "eggie in the basket". My mum used to make them. Evey Hammond: This is weird. Gordon Deitrich: What? Evey Hammond: The first morning I was with him, he made me eggs just like this. Gordon Deitrich: Really? Evey Hammond: I swear. Gordon Deitrich: That is a strange coincidence. Although, there's an obvious explanation. Evey Hammond: There is? Gordon Deitrich: Yes, Evey. I am V. At last you know the truth. 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! Evey Hammond: That is *not* funny, Gordon. Gordon Deitrich: [sighs] Yeah, I know. I'm useless without a studio audience.

Is it wrong to hold on to that kind of hope? I have not come for what you hoped to do. I've come for what you did. It's funny. I was given one of your roses today. I wasn't sure you were the terrorist until I saw it. What a strange coincidence, that I should be given one today. There are no coincidences, Delia. Only the illusion of coincidence. I have another rose. And this one is for you. - You're going to kill me now? - I killed you 1 0 minutes ago... while you slept. - Is there any pain? - No. Thank you. Is it meaningless to apologize? Never. I'm so sorry. Damn it. The terrorist obviously wanted us to have it. He wanted us to know the story, or at least a part of it. " Am I to understand that you have read this document, inspector? " - Yes, sir. " - Has anyone else read it? " No, sir. " - Then let me make this perfectly clear. "