it is a new day. people are gathered along the street as if they were waiting for a parade.
in the midst of a political rally for the emerging new party calling itself norsefire, we find little evey now on her father's shoulders.
close on evey's high heels, stumbling and awkward as she walks down a dark cobblestoned street.
close on v's boots walking in the opposite direction so that it seems they are walking towards each other.
evey looks up and sees a man standing mostly in shadow.
the emergency lights blaring, finch's car squeals around a corner.
one of the ear's black vans has been modified with large speakers wired to the roof. as the van rolls down the street, the speakers drone with a looped message.
in his car, finch races to a corner and slams on the brakes. he gets out, staring at a shadow on the ground: a "v" in a circle.
dozens of military vehicles swarm around the entrance to victoria station while heavily armed men pour through the gates of the underground.
an enormous crowd has begun to gather in the streets surrounding the new government building. with the crowd, a restlessness swells against each barricade erected by the military.
midnight approaches and the crowd feels it. spilling everywhere, they fill the streets like a flood.
the crowd surges against a barricade when a voice cries out across the city echoing through the megaphone on every corner.
the crowd is awash in the baptismal glow of erupting flame.
the masses burst through the barricades with a euphoric frenzy.