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I love your flower,
Mr. President.

This?

Why, this is my lucky flower.

But you know what?

Now it's your lucky flower.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Oh, come on, George.
I'll get another one.

Luck's what we make it.
Did you hurt yourself, son?

Maybe I should've
given you my lucky flower.

Bloody awful business, Murdoch.

Still can't quite believe it...

The President of
the United States.

At least they have
a suspect in custody.

Some madman.
Foreigner, I believe.

- Doubt he was the only one involved.
- Why do you say that?

Well, he's an anarchist.
They never act alone.

For once, I couldn't agree with
you more, Inspector Brackenreid.

Terrence Meyers.

Detective.

You know, one day I hope to
meet under happy circumstances.

Unfortunately,
today is not the day.

Out with it, Meyers.
What are you doing here?

As you know, seven days ago,

President McKinley was
shot by Leon Czolgosz...

American citizen,
avowed anarchist,

and supposedly, a lone gunman.

Is there any
question about that?

I thought he took
full responsibility.

We in the Intelligence Service have
received information from our sources...

Sources?

Confidential sources.

That a group of anarchists crossed the
border last night from Buffalo into Canada.

A group that includes our
old friend, "Red" Emma.

Emma Goldman?

You suspect she's involved
in the assassination attempt.

Of course she's
involved, Murdoch.

- Why else would she be running?
- Well, that's what we have to find out.

Now, gentlemen, this comes
straight from the Prime Minister's office.

We're on dangerous footing.

We have to show our support.

Surely there's no question
where Canada stands.

There won't be...

if we can pull together
and find these anarchists

before they
disappear into the night.

So, can I rely on you?

Tell me where the bastards are,
and I'll gut them myself, Terrence.

Detective?

Good.

Now...

we have to move quickly.
There's not much time.

Ten-hut!

At ease.

Right, gentlemen.

These are names and locations of men and
women we know to be anarchist sympathizers.

Some local, some from America.

The people on this list
will hopefully be able

to tell us where we
can find their leader,

A Miss Emma Goldman.

Sir, how do we know
she's in Toronto?

The answer to that, Constable,

is available to those
who need to know.

Right. You've got your names.

Let's round these shysters up.

And if some skulls get
cracked in the process, so be it.

Carry on, gentlemen.

- Right, sir.
- Thank you, sir.

Thompson, you're with me, right?

Oh! Father!

Mr. Garland.

A word.

- You can't do this.
- I can do what I bloody well like.

- No, you can't. I'm a student of the law.
- And guess what. I am the law.

- But I've done nothing wrong.
- You're on a list, Mr. Garland,

and that's enough.
Evans, get the cuffs on him.

I thought you didn't like getting
your hands dirty, Mr. Meyers.

I do what my country
needs me to do, Murdoch.

Anton Woycek?

Toronto Constabulary.

- Sarah, run!
- Not so fast.

Stop.

Sarah, I presume?

Sir, the cells are all full.

Where shall I put this one?

Find a place. Any place.

Your office is empty.

Any other place.

Get out me bloody way.

What am I being charged with?

You're not being charged
with anything as of yet, sir.

Then why are you
taking my fingermarks?

If you have nothing to hide,
you should have nothing to fear, sir.

A fingermark collection of every
known anarchist sympathizer in the city.

It'll be very useful
in the future.

But we have no evidence that these
people have committed any crime.

Not yet.

But just think...
Access to one big file

with every name of every
enemy the government has.

You'll thank me later.

Thank you for your
cooperation, everybody.

If you could just stay
here at the station,

we shouldn't be too much longer.

What's that?

Oh, this? Nothing much, Henry.

It's just a genuine
Regis Skyline Number 7,

the finest ink pen
in all of Europe.

Please. How could you
afford something like that?

Well, I saved my money, Henry,

and now I am the proud owner
of a Regis Skyline Number 7.

You'll be interested to know
that inside the built-in reservoir,

there is a very special
artisanal blue ink

which I chose when
I ordered the pen.

Oh, Henry, would you
pass me that inkpot?

Oh. Never mind.

I don't need one.

And what about your
friend, Anton Woycek?

Does he know anything about
the attempted assassination?

He's not my friend.

We just happened to be
traveling on the same train.

And he knew of a lodging house
where I could stay in the city.

So, two anarchists just happened
to be fleeing the country... together

right after the President
just happened to be shot.

You must admit

the coincidence is
somewhat troubling.

I'm not an anarchist.
And I wasn't fleeing anything.

I work on the farms when I can,

and I came up for
the fall fruit picking.

They don't have fruit
where you come from?

Why are you lying
to us, Miss Harrison?

Where is Emma Goldman?

I don't know.
I don't know her!

Knock it off!
That's enough!

Or I'll give you all
something to shout about!

When are you letting us out?

When do we even
hear the charges?

Sir.

Madam, I can assure you,
our detectives will talk to you,

all of you, in due course.

Please be patient.

Sir, you smell smoke?

Higgins, get some water!

- Yes, sir.
- Get the keys!

Ladies, get to that side!

So, you're just
here to pick fruit,

like your friend Sarah Harrison?

She's hardly a friend.

Just another laborer
I met on the train.

I do wonder, how does
a laborer such as yourself

come by such smooth,
unblemished hands?

Fine eye, Detective.

Very fine eye.

Well, I'm more of a labor
sympathizer and organizer.

Oh. That sounds to me like
another word for an "anarchist."

I haven't done
anything wrong, all right?

So either charge me
now or release me.

The charge will be conspiracy

to assassinate the
President of the United States,

one I wouldn't be
so eager to test, sir.

What?
That's just...

I would never agree to
commit such a heinous act.

Never!

So tell us what you know.
Right now!

About what?

I left the United States because
they're cracking down on all of us.

Was Emma Goldman with you?

We know that Emma
Goldman fled into Canada.

I don't know her.

Where could she be?

There was this rumor
about a speakeasy.

That's all I know.

Move it along.

Yes. All right.

Miss Goldman.

In.

Well done, Murdoch.

Looks like we've got her.

We have no evidence
she's committed any crime.

All clear.

Gentlemen, we
just received word...

President McKinley succumbed
to his wounds this evening.

Oh.

Tough old bugger
hung on for a week.

We best move quickly,

or our friends to the
south will come up here

and take over this
investigation for themselves.

The Americans have no
authority in this jurisdiction.

Detective, in the service
we have a saying that goes,

"Living beside the United States is
like a mouse living with an elephant."

The mouse is protected.

But if the elephant
decides to roll over,

the mouse better move quickly,

else he be squashed.

Like England and Scotland.

- Hmm?
- Never mind.

Allen Clegg.

Gentlemen.

As a representative of
the American government,

I demand custody of the people who
conspired to murder my president...

Now.

The American government will accept
nothing less than your full cooperation.

I want Emma Goldman now.

I don't care if George Washington's
ghost is giving the orders.

Emma Goldman is in our custody.

Allen, I should tell you, we have
some very exciting things to show you.

Detective, tell Mr. Clegg about
the records we've started keeping.

Uh...

Under Mr. Meyers' direction,
we've compiled a list

of names and fingermarks of
known anarchist sympathizers.

An information
base, if you will.

And we'd be very happy to show you how
it will greatly help us all in the future.

I'm glad we share a desire
to protect our homeland.

So you should have no objection

to me dealing with these
suspects in my own way.

Oh. Excuse me.

Finally.

Prime Minister Laurier directs us to
give any and all assistance to our great

ally and friend.

- Hm.
- Hm.

Now... where's Miss Goldman?

Neither of you two will gain access
to Miss Goldman until I say so.

I don't like being told what to
do in my own station, Murdoch.

And I don't like having
my cells full of people

- arrested without charge.
- Indeed?

I thought you were going to
crack some skulls, Inspector.

As long as they're
the right skulls.

But this feels like we're in
the middle of something else.

Mm.

It's still your case.

You run that interview.

But, sir. The Prime Minister.

I'll deal with the Prime
Minister if need be.

Allen, what are you doing here?

Are they harassing you, too?

No, Emma.

And I should inform you that I'm
not an anarchist, and when we last met,

I was working undercover,
for the American government,

specializing in the field
of counter-anarchism.

I should have known.

You were always too
unctuous to be a true believer.

Spare me the insults.

Your acolyte shot my president.

I'll see you all hang for it.

Mr. Clegg, if you don't mind.

Miss Goldman...

what are you doing
here in Canada?

Is that a crime now, too?

It's so hard to keep track in
this brave new world of yours.

If you're asking, did I conspire
to kill President McKinley?

The answer is no.

And I didn't know
Leon Czolgosz at all.

This photograph was provided to
us by the American government.

This is you.

And this is the assassin.

A lot of people
go to my rallies.

I'm told I am a
compelling speaker.

I have no doubt.

So you deny and
condemn the assassination?

I had nothing to do with it.

But from what
I've learned since,

Leon Czolgosz was a
sad and broken man.

I don't condemn him any more than I
condemn anyone trapped in this system

forced to do the immoral
or the unthinkable...

such as the two of you.

When you're done
speechifying, let me know.

Someone will talk.

Someone always talks.

Not going so well?

Who's next in this
information base of yours?

This way. We can
interview them together.

No, we can't.
Just show me the list, Meyers.

What's wrong, George?

My pen is missing.

Huh.

Did you take my pen?

- Why would I do that, George?
- I don't know, Henry. Why would you?

I don't know.
Maybe because you

borrowed $2 from me last year
when we went to the Durham Fair.

- $2?
- You never paid it back.

But you have the
money for some silly pen.

Firstly, you owed me that $2.

I'd loaned it to you the year before,
so you could buy your uniform shoes!

And, secondly, don't
call it "some silly pen."

It is a Regis Skyline Number 7.

It's the finest pen
in all of Europe.

Now, where is it?

You want to be a
detective so badly, George.

So detect.

George, I'm looking for...

Doctor, I'm afraid the
detective is very busy right now.

Well, actually, I'm looking for Leslie
Garland. I heard he was brought here.

That he was.

Inspector, can you please tell me
why you've arrested my brother-in-law?

He was on a list.

A list?

He's a law student,
for goodness' sake.

Doctor, I know that
Mr. Garland is not an anarchist.

- Anarchist?!
- Shh.

Please.
My hands are tied on this.

Mr. Clegg.

This is Dr. Julia Ogden.

Her brother-in-law
was taken in yesterday,

and she was wondering when
you might be finished with him,

as am I.

Actually, I've
completed my interviews.

You can release
this young woman,

along with the other suspects,

including this lovely
lady's brother-in-law.

- Higgins.
- Sir.

Thank you.

Always nice when we can do good

and make a pretty lady happy.

So, you are simply here in Canada
to avoid the pressure in America?

You have no idea what
things are like for us right now.

I thought Canada
would be a safer haven.

You're certain that no
one traveling with you

had anything to do
with the assassination?

Absolutely certain.

Do you know this man?

That's Anton Woycek.

You know him?

He's been part of my
group for over a year now.

When Allen Clegg left...

I should say after
the American spy left,

Anton became like
a secretary to me.

Why are you asking?

Anton Woycek told us he
didn't know Emma Goldman.

Yet he was her
personal secretary.

I intend to ask him why
he lied to us about that.

I'll join you.

Where is he?

Um, in the supply closet.

You're keeping a suspect in
a presidential assassination

in a closet?

Allen, everyone is
doing their very best

under difficult circumstances.

But thanks to my work and,
of course, the detective's,

we now have a record of every
known anarchist sympathizer in the city.

Now, if you think about that, along...

This is what passes for
police work at your station?

Letting your prime suspect
just waltz out the front door?

I'll get every available man
out there looking for him.

Don't bother.

Woycek is obviously too
much for your men to deal with.

It will apparently take a
professional to find him.

Excuse me.

What is it?

Meyers insisted on being
present when we arrested Woycek.

And now he doesn't want
anyone else searching for him.

Why?

You think he had something
to do with Woycek's escape?

Don't you find it suspicious?

Sirs, have either of
you seen my pen?

There's no time for
that now, George.

Bloody pen.

Don't lose sight of that hat.

Right, sir. You and I are
just two ordinary gentlemen

out for a stroll, having
a regular conversation.

Right, George.

By the way, sir, Dr. Ogden
dropped by the station for you today.

- Did she?
- I told her you were busy.

You did?

Sir, I think it's a good
idea, for you to play

difficult to get.

What's that?

That is called a dead drop.

It's a technique spies use
to communicate secretly.

Brilliant.

Right.

Let's see where this
note takes our Mr. Meyers.

It's getting crowded,
sir. We should move in.

Sir, do you see him?

I guess he knew he
was being followed.

No Woycek.

And now no Meyers.

Oh, sir.

I know how Woycek escaped.

I found this handcuff key in
the supply closet he was in.

This is the inspector's key.

Sir, you don't think...

Where did he get a key?

In fact, this is key number 402.

It's the inspector's key.

It came from this office.

What? I had nothing to do with this.

Of course you didn't, sir. Of course.

Mr. Clegg here did.

You were the only one
who could have taken it.

The inspector was either in this office,
or it was locked the rest of the time.

All right. You got me.

- What?
- Yes.

I took the key and
let Anton Woycek go.

Why would you do
that for an anarchist?

Because Anton Woycek
isn't an anarchist, Detective.

He works for me.

He's an American agent?

I suppose I should explain.

Sirs.

There's reports of
gunfire on Cherry Street.

You there!

Show yourself!

I walked in. It was very dark.

I saw there was body
lying on the ground.

And that is all I remember.

I assume this painful head wound
had something to do with that.

When I came to, I saw I was
lying beside Woycek's body.

I got up. I didn't even realize this
gun was in my hand until you arrived.

And, go ahead, Murdoch.

Laugh like you want to.

I take no pleasure in
any of this, Mr. Meyers.

However, I have
further questions.

I'll answer what I can.

What were you doing
down at the sawmill?

I cannot answer that.

Were you intending
to meet Anton Woycek?

I can't answer that either.

We found this in a hidden
pocket sewn into your waistcoat.

Is it from Woycek?

I most certainly
cannot answer that.

I'm sorry, Detective.
It's a matter of national security.

It's a matter of national security
that I solve this man's murder.

Why?

I can't answer that.

Murdoch, you are the greatest
detective in the King's realm.

Just do your job.

And all will be revealed.

I am busy trying to solve
a murder, Mr. Clegg.

When I'm ready to
speak with you, I will.

Julia.
What a nice surprise.

I came to see if you might
be free for dinner tonight.

Oh, I actually had arrangements
to attend a lecture this evening.

But I can cancel.

No. No. I'm fine.

Another time.

- Are you all right?
- Yes. Yes, of course. I...

I just needed to
talk to somebody,

and I don't have anyone
else to talk to about this.

You haven't told
him about the note?

Julia, you have to tell him.

Emily, you know that I can't.

It's far too dangerous.

Hello, Detective.

Dr. Ogden.

Detective.

Doctor.

Well, I should be going.

The bullet entered
Mr. Woycek's heart here,

severing the aortic arch,

then perforated his left lung

before exiting through
his trapezius muscle.

He likely died within seconds.

Mm.

And the bullet itself?

Yes. Matches the
gun in Meyers' hand.

- So a clear-cut case, then?
- Not quite.

We found no gunpowder residue
on either sleeve of his coat or shirt,

which would be expected if
he had fired the murder weapon.

And there's this.

The heels are quite scuffed.

And there're traces of sawdust.

From the sawmill.

He was dragged while
he was unconscious.

Perhaps your
suspect is not so guilty.

Woycek was your agent?

Now, Terrence,
let's not overreact.

You don't think that
this is something

you could have shared with
your great ally and friend?

I wanted to, believe me.

It was a matter of
national security.

And was helping him escape
also part of that matter?

We were hoping to could keep
him in Goldman's inner circle.

Having him escape made
for a good cover story.

Until he wound up dead.

That is a problem.

- But not a problem I caused.
- Of course not,

- Terrence, I know that.
- Thank you.

I trained Anton Woycek.
You could never have bested him.

Well, I don't know about that.

Mr. Meyers, clearly you're
being set up by the anarchists.

They must have realized
Woycek was an American agent,

but also wanted to make sure
they weren't blamed for his death.

How did Woycek know to leave
Meyers a note at the dead drop?

Oh, I may have told him that.

What?

Why?

Well, I thought he
might want to work for us.

You knew Woycek was involved
with the anarchists all along?

Yes. Of course.
We had a file on him.

We knew he had been with
Goldman a couple of years.

We thought he might
be a willing asset,

so when I arrested him, I let
him know that once he got out,

there would be a
way to contact me.

Same drop if you
need to contact me.

- Got it?
- Mm.

If you knew he was part of
Goldman's inner circle the entire time,

why not tell me during
our investigation?

He was keeping a
secret, like any good spy.

Nice to be appreciated.

Wait. It still doesn't
make any sense.

Why would Woycek leave you a
note to lure you to his own death?

Woycek must have told
somebody else when he got out.

One of the anarchists
we released maybe?

Terrence, you have no
idea who knocked you out?

No.

I walked in. Everything went black.
That's all I remember.

Well, considering the clumsy
setup, they probably left fingermarks.

Detective Murdoch,

don't you have an
information base of those?

Yes, we do.

Do you want to
thank me now, or...

You know, Higgins, I'm
going to find my pen one day,

and when I do...

I'll probably hide
it again, George.

- Thief.
- Debtor.

- Scoundrel.
- Debtor.

- Gentlemen.
- Oh!

How goes the investigation?

Anything we can use?

Mm.

Pilferer.

Money-ower.

Scofflaw.

Borrower.

Pen pirate.

Deadbeat.

Match.

George, that's
not even an insult.

Henry, I've got a match.

Sir! Come quick!
I have a match.

Are you quite sure, George?

Sir.

The index and middle finger.

Right here. Without question.

- Henry, please fetch Mr. Clegg.
- Sir.

Are you here to let me out?

Possibly.

But, first, we need your help.

Miss Goldman.

Do you ever want to
see your home again?

Because I can make that happen.

Or I can make it not happen.

That's Anton's lady friend.

Sarah.

But she told me she
barely knew Anton Woycek.

They were close.

I met her at a rally.

The same one
Mr. Czolgosz was at.

She seemed like him, actually.

Just a lost little girl.
Not a true believer.

What about you,
Detective Murdoch?

What do you believe in?

Besides the unstoppable
power of the State?

I believe in the
truth, Miss Goldman.

Going on another
trip, Miss Harrison?

You can't. That agent
already released me.

And I'm arresting you again.

On what charge?

Conspiracy to murder American
federal agent Anton Woycek.

What? What?
No. You don't understand.

Please, I need to
tell you the truth.

Yes. Yes, you do.

Are we really alone here?

Yes. Yes, it's fine.

Please, carry on.

I knew Anton.

I loved him.

Ever since we met in Chicago.

Is that when you
joined the anarchists?

Emma Goldman
was giving a speech.

I was there.

Anton was there.

He bought me a lemon ice.

He was such a gentleman.

It's all right, Miss Harrison.

Please continue.

After the President was shot...

we were all so scared.

It was Anton's idea
to come up to Canada.

He thought it would be safer.

But then we all got arrested.

But we had a plan.

If we ever got separated,

we were to meet up.

- Sarah.
- Hi.

After he escaped, we did.

We must go now.

And I begged him just to leave.

"Don't wait for Emma."

But he said that he was meeting
someone. He didn't say who.

He said that he had
left them a note, and...

I don't remember hearing...
the gunshot.

But I will never forget

who pulled the trigger...

the man who arrested us.

Mr. Meyers.

No. That makes no sense.

He wanted to turn Anton,
not kill him.

Are you quite sure,
Miss Harrison?

I know what I saw.

And I know that Anton didn't
need to be turned by Mr. Meyers

because he was
already working for him.

What?

That... That can't be possible.

Anton told me he was working
for the American federal office

and also selling
secrets to Canada.

I was the only one that knew.

After the assassination,

he thought that Mr. Meyers
would protect us both.

Why would Meyers
want to kill him?

What was he afraid of?

Anton was never a true
believer in anything...

Anarchism...

America, Canada.

He believed in money.

One night, he met
a man at a rally.

That man wanted
a gun for protection.

Anton sold one to him the
night before the assassination.

That man was Leon Czolgosz.

Now, what did she say, exactly?

That Anton Woycek was
working for you the whole time...

that you killed him in
order to cover up his,

and your involvement...

in the murder of my president.

You'll hang for this, Meyers.

No More lies, Mr. Meyers.

Fine.

Woycek worked for me.

After the President got shot,

I got a message he
wanted to see me.

That's how you knew
where we could arrest him.

I arranged the whole sweep
as a pretext to bring him in.

But you didn't know
that he would escape.

No.

I didn't want him out there.

He could have sat in
custody for days, for all I cared.

Time was on my side.
His escape was all Clegg.

Did you know that he sold Czolgosz
the gun that killed the American president?

Absolutely not.

If I had known that, I would have turned
him over to the Americans right away.

Woycek was already dead
when I got to the sawmill, Murdoch.

You got to believe me.

Why should I believe you now?

Come on, Detective.
Aren't we friends?

Oh, damn it, man. Come on!

So, I turned one of Clegg's
precious little agents.

I guarantee you he's done
the same to us in the past.

For a man accused of
murder by an eyewitness,

you seem very cavalier.

Because this is going nowhere.

Look...

cable Prime Minister
Laurier's office.

Let him know exactly
what's going on here.

I guarantee you I will
be out by day's end.

And where's Clegg right now?

He's cabling the White House

while we wait for word from
the Prime Minister's office.

Can't even imagine
what he's telling them.

According to Clegg's
theory, Meyers shot Woycek

and then made the scene
look like a careless cover-up

in order to take
suspicion off of him

and put it onto the anarchists.

Sir, we know that
Meyers is devious.

But that devious?

Bloody spies, Murdoch.
Can't trust them.

Don't even try to
understand them.

Sirs.

It's a cable from Ottawa.

I'll take it to him.

I can have my hat
back now, Murdoch?

You may want to sit, Terrence.

Read this.

"In light of his completely
unsanctioned actions,

Agent Terrence Meyers is hereby
placed in Mr. Clegg's custody..."

"to be tried in
the United States

for espionage against
our close and great ally.

Prime Minister Wilfrid Laurier."

They're cutting me loose, Murdoch.

So it would appear.

If I go down there,
they'll hang me.

This, after all I've
done for my country.

Enjoy the comfort
of the back, Terrence.

What kind of trial
can Meyers expect?

There won't be any trial.

Both our countries would be very happy
to have this swept away and forgotten.

We live in the shadows,
and we die in the shadows.

Shouldn't Meyers be given a
chance to defend his actions?

Well, he thought he could
get away with something.

Personally, I don't
blame him for that.

Nor do I blame him for
the actions of his agent.

But he committed the one
unforgivable sin in our trade...

Overconfidence.

And now he will pay for it.

Good day, gentlemen.

You have my thanks.

Well, Murdoch.

Meyers thought he was
faster than the elephant.

But in the end...

he got squashed.

Detective Murdoch.

Oh. George.

I was just thinking
about Mr. Clegg.

- Something's been bothering me.
- Hmm.

Why would Clegg let
Anton Woycek escape?

So that he could go back
undercover in the anarchist cell.

Exactly.

So why was Anton
Woycek's very first action

to leave Mr. Meyers a note?

Why did he wish to
speak with Mr. Meyers?

What did he know?

- Wow. Look at that.
- What?

The ink, sir.
That's a very fine ink.

At first, it appears black, but if you
look closer, it's actually dark blue.

Sir...

I'll wager that's Artisanal
Blue Number 147,

the same as in my pen,

which Higgins still
has God knows where.

Constable Higgins!

Sir, it was just a joke.

Never a funny one
to begin with, Henry.

Never mind all of that.

Henry, where is
the pen? Right now.

What did I tell you, George?
Huh? Hmm?

You want to be a detective?

It wasn't enough
of a clue for you?

Sir, I put it in your top
desk drawer. I swear.

Who was in my office?

Clegg.

He was in here
interviewing Miss Harrison.

I-I don't think I can do that.

You have no choice, Sarah.

I...

Clegg wrote the note that
led Meyers to the sawmill.

But, sir, how did it get to the dead
drop where we saw Meyers pick it up?

I mean, Clegg was here at
the station the whole time.

George, we have to
get to the border. now!

Allen Clegg.

Halt! Police!

I'm Detective William Murdoch
of the Toronto Constabulary,

and these three cannot be
permitted to cross the border.

I am taking these
two to face justice.

Not before they
face justice here.

Sarah Harrison, you are under arrest,
for the murder of Anton Woycek.

As are you, Mr. Clegg.

As a member of the diplomatic corps,
I demand to speak with my consulate.

I've already spoken with him.

For now, I'm the law here,
and you're coming with me.

Enjoy the ride, Allen.

Mm.

Miss Harrison, we know
that Clegg wrote the note.

And we know that note
was left at the dead drop

to lure Anton
Woycek to his death.

There are only three people
who knew of the dead drop...

Woycek, Meyers...

and you.

I told him we should've
never come up here.

But he wouldn't listen.

Mr. Woycek?

Yes.

He loved me.

And he wanted to
help me because...

- because...
- Because you were the one

who sold Czolgosz the
gun that killed the President.

Traveling with the anarchists...

there's not a lot
of money in it.

Sometimes you get
tired of being poor.

I met Czolgosz at a rally.

He wanted a gun.

He'd pay me $10 for it.

I could get one for $5.

That's all it was.

And you told Woycek about this?

Yes.

I Had to. I was so scared.

And that's when he told me about
Clegg and Meyers and all of it.

He must have been nervous,
being involved in so many plots already.

He said Clegg would
throw me to the wolves.

But Meyers would protect us.

Anton was sure of that.

That's why he came to Toronto.

He was seeking
Meyers' protection.

Yes.

But he never got
to meet with Meyers.

And I ended up with Clegg.

What about the gun, Sarah?

Clegg said he knew that about
our involvement in the assassination

and that we would hang for it.

I broke.

I told him everything.

He didn't know that Anton had
been working for the Canadians.

I thought if I
told him the truth,

that we'd be in trouble,
but we wouldn't hang for it.

He said if I wanted to live,

there were three things
that I needed to do.

The first was to take a note
and put it in the dead drop.

The sec...

The second...

I-I...

I didn't...

I...

Sarah.

Af...

After that...

well, the third thing was easy.

The only way you could live
was to kill the man that you loved.

Yes.

But now I wish I
had hanged after all.

Allen, Allen, Allen.

Your legal representatives
will be arriving momentarily.

I have to say...

coming up with the whole plot to
kill Woycek and then frame me...

impressive.

But, using Murdoch's pen
and paper in his office?

That was just sloppy.

I mean, one might even call it...

- overconfident or...
- Mr. Clegg...

I understand the murder of Anton
Woycek, as sickening as it may be.

But why go to
all of this trouble

simply to best Mr. Meyers here?

All right, Clegg.
You're free to go...

with your people.

- What?
- The Yanks want him back.

He's got diplomatic immunity.

And that's straight
from Laurier.

Constable Crabtree's pen...

please.

Until we meet again, Detective.

Excuse me.

Safe travels, Allen.

I fail to see how you can
be so chipper, Meyers,

after your friend and ally

tried to have you framed
for murder and executed.

True.

But I did turn one
of his best agents.

And that calls for a response.

And in the spy game,

there's really no
greater sign of respect

than trying to kill
your most worthy rival.

So, you know, in his own way,
I think Clegg rather likes me.

Mm.

What did I tell you,
Murdoch? Bloody spies.

Don't even try to
understand them.

Just like women.

I know what you mean, sir.

Sir.

This arrived for you.

George, I believe this is yours.

Oh, brilliant.

Thank you, sir.

Julia.

Were you followed?

No. Of course not.
I did exactly as you said.

Julia, what on earth is going on?

William...

James Gillies is alive.

What?

I've been receiving
threats from him.

He said that if we were to
marry, that he would kill you.

That's why you
refused my proposal.

I have the notes in my office,
and a photograph, William.

He's been following us.

Julia, why didn't you tell me?

Because...

he said that if I did,
that he would kill us both.

Julia.

Life without you, William,
is worse than death.

Listen to me.

Together we're
stronger than anyone.

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