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What's this about?

Before I tell you anything,
Murdoch,

you must agree
to absolute secrecy.

No one can know
that you're involved.

I understand.

His name is Gaetan Vidal,
a diplomat from France.

I was acting as his host,
but I had to leave briefly.

When I returned...

You'll see for yourself.

Wait.

What is it?

I left a cigar band
in the door jamb,

and it was replaced
in the wrong spot.

Someone's gone inside.

Terrence Meyers!

Régine Riviére?

That was for Prague!

What are you doing here?

I am Monsieur Vidal's attachée.

I assume you are the host?

How could you
have let this happen?

Let what happen?

Who is this man?
Why is he here?

Detective William Murdoch.

Oui.

We can trust him?

Yes.

Then he must be informed.

Yes.

I must be informed.

Murdoch, if we don't find out
who killed this man,

the result will be the greatest
war this world has ever known.

Vidal was here
to sign a treaty.

Canada was chosen
as neutral ground.

The treaty is to be between
Britain, Russia, and France.

But France is already allies
with Russia.

And with Britain.

But Britain and Russia
remain enemies.

This treaty
will mend that bridge

and form a triple entente...

An alliance strong enough
to withstand an attack

from any nation on the planet.

And you believe this attack
to be forthcoming?

It's the mad kaiser, Wilhelm.

He lusts
for Weltmachtstellung.

Weltmachtstellung?

World power.

Without the triple entente,

the entire world is vulnerable.

This treaty cannot fail.

And now one of the signatories
is dead.

I will telephone Paris
and arrange for a replacement.

I believe our foreign secretary
is currently in Washington.

We must insure that

he and the rest of the diplomats
remain safe.

Well, it appears
he's been stabbed several times.

Likely bled to death.

He knew his attacker
was about to strike.

You can tell that
by his pipe?

Ceci n'est pas une pipe.

Single-shot pistol.

I gave it to Vidal
for protection.

And he was just about to shoot?

But the killer acted first.

I'll contact Miss Hart
and request a postmortem.

- Who?
- Miss Hart.

She works under Dr. Ogden
at the morgue.

Unacceptable.
No one else can know of this.

I agree this Hart woman
cannot be involved.

But Dr. Ogden is Murdoch's wife.
She can be trusted.

They were drinking wine.

The killer earned
his mark's trust, then struck.

- Classic spycraft.
- A spy? But for whom?

Who else?

Clearly the Germans would
want this treaty to fail.

- What will I wear?
- Monty won't give a toss.

He's an old army man.

You could have told me
in advance.

I only found out myself
this morning.

I didn't think
you'd want to come.

Of course I'd want to come!

Well, you didn't want to come
when Teddy was in town.

Or when Whitey was in
from New Zealand.

Well, yes, but Monty
is another matter altogether.

Excuse me, darling.

I am simply glad an old friend
of yours is coming to town.

Terrence Meyers!

What brings you here?

Well, I'm afraid
that information

is classified, Inspector.

Ah, but not to Murdoch.

Detective Murdoch
has become involved,

as has Dr. Ogden.

I'm afraid
the list ends there.

- It's a matter of...
- Let me bloody well guess.

National security.

No.

International security.

Ah, Mrs. Hall.

How are you liking
your accommodations?

Do you think
you'll be staying with us?

I do hope so.

I thought you worked
on Saturdays, George.

Yes, well, I do ordinarily,

but I saved up some of my off
days and decided to spend some.

Oh. A whole weekend off,
and you're spending it at home?

Yes, well, you have to think of
it as a stay-at-home vacation,

or as I like to call it,
a "homecation."

Mm. And old Miss Pratt
has you fixing the stoop?

Yes, she didn't quite grasp
the idea.

Eric, what's the matter?

My motorcar's gone.

Ohh! Your favorite toy.
Well, where did you last see it?

I was playing with it
in the park at the sandbox.

Well, we'll go back and look

as soon as I finish
hanging this washing.

I don't mind taking him
for a look around.

I could use the stroll.
What do you say, Eric?

This may be for the best,
Constable.

You see, I think it was stolen.

We were both new
to the world of espionage.

Me, a rugged youth
of the Great Lakes.

And she, a coy nymph
from the mountains of Alsace.

Of course, ours was a love
that couldn't last,

for love dies in dishonesty.

We couldn't go on with
such suspicion in our minds,

but while it burned, Murdoch,

the intensity was such that...

I believe I've found something.

Ah. Fingermarks?

Indeed.
A full set from a right hand.

But not just any right hand.

The killer had six fingers.

We have a problem.
The Russians have arrived.

They were scheduled
to arrive tomorrow.

Well, they're here.

Apparently, they informed Vidal
by telephone last night.

Then they know Vidal is here.
It's over.

Not necessarily.

Tell them Vidal is indisposed.

That will stall them until your
man from Washington can arrive.

It won't work.

The Russian diplomat,
Evgeny Dorokhov, is a coward.

Appointed only because
he is the tsarina's nephew.

If he senses something
is amiss, he will flee.

And if he informs the tsarina...

Then the chances for an accord
are over.

There's only one way out.

Allow the Russians to walk away

and we convince King Eddy
to make peace with his nephew,

the kaiser.

The rest of the world
may fall to Deutschland,

but at least Britain
will be safe.

The Germans
will confront France first

and take Paris in 40 days.

France will just have to fight.

I have an idea.

Someone will pose as Vidal.

Nobody knows he's dead.

We pretend he's still alive

just until
his replacement arrives.

Fine idea,
but I don't speak French.

Not you.

Vidal's build, his hair,
even his face...

Doesn't it resemble someone?

Someone who we know is fluent
en Francais.

No.

No...

Murdoch, the fate of the world
lies in your hands.

I can see a bit of resemblance.

I don't have a...

And I'm much more...

We don't look anything alike.

Murdoch, none of these people
have ever seen Vidal before.

All you have to do
is play the part.

I can't impersonate
a political figure.

Why not? You've impersonated
an anarchist.

And a workman.
And a homosexual.

You're taking his side?

It seems important.

Well, I suppose someone needs
to protect the Russian diplomat

in case the killer
strikes again.

Bien!

I will need to brief you before
we meet with the Russians.

On what?

Monsieur Vidal has a reputation

in the world
of international diplomacy.

For example, it is well known
I am more than his attachée.

How much more?

I am also his lover.

Did you know that?

No.
No, I did not.

Did you see anybody playing
over there?

Right, then.

Well, in that case,
if we don't have any witnesses,

I suggest the first thing we do
is look for a clue.

- A clue?
- Evidence.

A clue as to who
might have been here.

For example, this footprint.

Now, this sand gets
washed around all the time,

so we can assume that
this footprint is fresh.

And by the shape of it,

I would say
it belongs to a girl.

You mean a girl
stole my motorcar?

This footprint either belongs to

the most notorious toy thief
the city has ever known,

or possibly to a young girl

who knows something
about your toy car.

A toy thief!
She must be stopped!

Well, we'll come by tomorrow
and see if we can spot her.

In the meantime, uh,
I'm off to get some ice cream.

You wouldn't care for some,
I don't suppose?

Children are not fancy
on ice cream, are they?

As I said, the Russians
are looking for an excuse

to flee to Moscow.

We must not give them
any such opportunity.

The truth is,
France stands to lose the most

if this treaty fails.

Follow my lead. If in doubt,
agree to whatever they ask.

Now, what if the German spy
tries to kill, um...

What's the
Russian diplomat's name?

Evgeny Dorokhov.

I will be watching.

If a threat appears,
I will strike first.

Strike?

Dart gun.

Not fatal,

but it will render
a man unconscious in moments.

Hidden blade.

Handcuffs. Steel.

The key is on my necklace.

And of course...

...some things
a woman keeps secret.

Now, for you.

What does it do?

It is a pen.
It writes.

That... That's all?

It is Vidal's pen.
Custom made.

He used to boast of it.

He has been
photographed with it.

He used to carry it always
in his breast pocket.

If you were to use
anything else,

a clever spy would spot you
as a fake.

Are you ready?

I think so.

Great.

Then put your arm around me.

Uh, is this
how you hold your lover?

It's how I hold my wife.

You Canadians are as cold
as your weather.

You are meant to be French.
Move your arm lower.

Lower.

Lower.

I-I'm a married man.
I don't know if I can do this.

Detective, if the Russians
discover you're an impostor,

they will kill us.

You cannot merely
play the part of a Frenchman.

You must become a Frenchman.

D'accord.

- Ah, Monsieur Vidal!
- Gospodin Dorokhov!

Don't get too close.
It bites.

This is not always a bad thing,
eh, ma chérie?

You.
What do you want?

- The food you ordered, sir.
- Leave it and get out.

Before we eat... business.

Ah, ma is oui!

I think you have misgivings
about this treaty.

Russia is happy to join France
in alliance with Britain,

but there is one thing.

You hear about
unpleasantness at Tsushima?

Mm, yes.

You lost a war with Japan.

It is behind us.

But Moscow
does not trust Japanese.

From Shanghai, we could...

How do you say it?

Keep one eye out to them.

What does France
have to do with this?

Well, France has concession
in Shanghai.

We will sign treaty
if you give us Shanghai.

I will speak with Paris.

Paris? Vidal, are you not man
who can make decisions?

I make it simple.

No Shanghai, no treaty.

Give him
what he wants.

No.

- No?
- No!

If you would like concessions
with Shanghai,

you speak to the British.

France will not bow down
to threats.

For a moment, I thought
I was dealing with child.

We were prepared to walk,
but this...

Da, this is man I like.

Ah, Pavel.
There you are.

I believe you know Vidal.

Old friends, yes?

Mais oui! Pavel.

So very nice
to see you again.

Nice to see you as well,
Gaetan.

Uh, please excuse us.

Pavel, may I have a word
outside?

All right.

What are you? German?
Where is Vidal?

You killed him!

Let him go.

Is it true?
Vidal is dead?

He is.

And your fingermarks,
all six of them,

were found in his room.

- So0?
- You killed him!

Why else would you pretend
to think that I was Vidal?

You had to hide the fact
that you, and only you,

knew he was dead.

If Vidal is dead,
the entente is at risk.

I didn't want Dorokhov
to suspect anything.

He wants a reason to leave.

Then you're on our side.

I'm on the side of peace.

Who are you?

A man also
on the side of peace.

I think we should
go inside before...

Pavel and Vidal?
What is going on?

- Mon amour, ma passion brale!
- Oui!

Viens, viens!

They left.

They're French.

Her cigarette case was a knife!

A-And there was
this strange animal on a leash.

A man named Pavel.

And I saved Shanghai!

You seem to have taken
to your role with some relish.

Well, when you take on
a persona,

when you truly inhabit
another being,

in a sense
you... you become that person.

You became a Frenchman.

With a mistress.

Is that why you're still in
that ridiculous suit and beard?

Oh, I-I can't take it off.

If anyone were to see me
out of character,

it could ruin
our entire gambit.

I see.

It's not because you
like the suit and beard?

No. No, no, no.
Don't be silly.

Now, what have you found?

Well, the real French diplomat,
not you,

died of a stab wound.

The blade was short and thin,
but it had a significant hilt.

And the thrusts were violent,
causing bruising.

There were four thrusts
to the chest

and one to the side
of the thigh.

The thigh?

A glancing blow?

No, just as violent
as the others.

Why would the killer stab him
in the thigh?

Perhaps you should ask
your mistress.

When I was there,
Vidal was fine.

But he did ask for me to come
so he could tell me something.

What?

He said the Germans
were in Toronto.

He wanted me
to protect Dorokhov.

- How did he know this?
- He did not say.

But he believed someone
was surveilling him.

What exactly happened in the
hallway when Dorokhov came out?

What?

Between these two, I mean.
Their little charade.

Oh, quiet down, you fool!

Why would Vidal inform you
of this and not me?

I do not know.

But Vidal was writing something.
A telegram.

What did it say?

It was in code.

Is the French really necessary?

Mr. Meyers!
What a nice surprise!

Ah, Mr. Ainsworth.
Just in from London, are you?

Yes, that's right.

And this must be
the delegation from France?

Yes. Yes. Monsieur Vidal,
please meet Mr. Ainsworth here.

- Counterpart from Britain.
- Ah. It is a pleasure.

Mademoiselle Rivière.

Monsieur Vidal's attachée.

Attachée?

I see.

What a pleasant coincidence
to bump into you.

Now, you really
must join me inside.

I'm about to sit down and have
a drink with a dear old friend.

One of the finest Britons
in the New World.

Monsieur Vidal!

Please meet
Inspector Thomas Brackenreid.

Steady on! You two don't
know one another, do you?

As it happens, we do!

What a surprise to see you
again, Inspector Brackenreid!

A surprise indeed!

- What was the name again?
- Vidal! Gaetan Vidal!

As you can see, Mr. Ainsworth,
is has been a very long time

since the Inspector and I
have been face to face, eh?

I suppose it has.

When was the last time
we saw each other?

1901!

Monte Carlo.
The baccarat tables.

Is that right?

Clearly you had
too much whiskey!

And I see you're here
with Mr. Meyers.

- Yes, Inspector...
- And who might this be?

Mademoiselle Rivière.
Monsieur Vidal's attachée.

Monsieur Vidal's proclivity
for beautiful attachées

is known the world over.

Is it?
That must be nice.

There you are, you old devil!

Ah, Margaret. What a pleasure
to lay eyes upon you again.

Oh, the pleasure is mine.

Oh, I-I'm sorry I'm late.

I-I just simply had to stop

and buy you a box
of these lovely bonbons.

There's nothing more lovely
than your bonbons, Margaret.

Margaret, dear.

You remember Monsieur Vidal?

I don't think I know a Mons...

- William?
- Mais non! Ha ha!

Clearly, it has been
a very long time

since I have seen
Mrs. Brackenreid.

Gaetan Vidal.

W-What? What is going on?
And who is this woman?

Mademoiselle Rivière.

Oh, no, I don't care
about your name.

I want you to get your hands
off of him!

- Right now!
- Margaret, it's all right.

It's none of our business

how the French
wish to flaunt themselves.

Alors, we have very much
important business to attend to.

- Au revoir!
- Au revoir.

- Bye-bye.
- Cheerio, then.

- Sir.
- What?

Oh, yes.

These are all the telegrams
sent from this hotel last night?

Every one sent by every guest.

Did you receive
any strange communication?

Sentences that
did not make sense?

Unintelligible characters?

No.
Nothing like that.

So Monsieur Vidal never gave you
any message of any kind?

Why don't you ask
Monsieur Vidal?

The telegram was gone by
the time I found Vidal's body.

So the killer
must have taken it.

We need to find a way
to draw him out.

Otherwise...

Someone's trying to kill me!

Or perhaps Monsieur Vidal.

Murdoch, are you all right?

- The bullet missed me.
- I saw the shooter.

Well, not the shooter himself,

but rifle barrel,
third floor of the hotel.

It's clear.
Hurry!

Excusez-moi!
Pardon!

No luck.

Nothing here either.

Hey!

Did you see anyone up here?
Hear anything?

Uh, like what?

A rifle was fired
from this floor.

I didn't hear anything.
I've just been eating my lunch.

Uh, how long have you been
working in this place?

A week or two.

You always eat a sandwich
for lunch?

- Every day.
- Every day?

Like this,
in the supply closet?

Yes.

What's this about, Vidal?

Do you always use a knife
and fork for your sandwich?

- Dear God!
- What?

Eating a sandwich
with a knife and fork

is customary in only
one country so far as I know.

- Germany.
- He's a spy!

- Hey!
- Es lebe Deutschland!

Cyanide.

Along with
a couple of other poisons

designed to act immediately.

Clearly, he had secrets
he didn't want us to learn.

So you're saying that this chap
tried to stop Britain

from signing a treaty
with France and Russia?

France being represented
by you?

I'm sorry we couldn't
let you in on it sooner.

And then you caught him,
and he killed himself?

- Yes, sir.
- What a waste.

If Britain's gonna team up with
anyone, it should be Germany.

We're related
to their bloody king.

- Kaiser.
- Yes, him.

Stowed in the ceiling
of the supply closet,

along with many communiqués

proving he was, in fact,
a German spy.

- Then we have our killer.
- Unfortunately not.

When I left Vidal that night,

it was to transfer my luggage
to my room.

The bellboy helped me do it.

He must have a compatriot.

I also found this.

Seems he did intercept
Vidal's telegram.

What does it say?

It's a code, intended for me.

It says,
"Toronto is compromised.

Our friends
are not our friends."

What does that mean?

It means that whoever
killed Vidal is on the inside.

And he's trying
to stop the treaty.

Oh, George.
How is your home vacation going?

Very well, thank you, Mrs. Hall.

- Oh, my, is that...?
- Oh, yes.

Turns out Eric left it
at his cousin's.

He never took it to the park
at all.

- Oh, really?
- Mm.

He and I had planned on

recanvassing the area
this afternoon.

Oh, well. He'll be glad
to have it back, I suppose.

Uh, Mrs. Hall?

Might I suggest something?

Well, this is
rather a surprise.

I wish I could say
I wasn't calling with...

I'm sorry.

I thought you'd finished
moving in.

- We have.
- Ah.

And this is the sitting room,
then?

And the dining room,
as you can see.

Anyway, as I was saying,

I wish I wasn't calling
with such dire news.

Oh. Dear.

What is it?

Another woman is laying hands
on your husband.

That. Yes.

I-I know about that.

And you've allowed this?

Uh, it's very important.

I can't disclose why William
is doing what he's doing,

but I can assure you it's...
It's all an act.

I know the detective
is a good man,

but men are not as strong
as us.

Is that so?

When women feel the urge
of temptation,

we may entertain it
in our minds,

but it goes no further.

But men...
Men aren't like that at all.

I trust William.

And like I said,
it's... it's all an act.

You know best, Julia, and it
really is none of my business,

but I saw that woman
with her hands on your husband.

And trust me, she has an eye
for William Murdoch.

So the Russians or the English.

One is working against us.

I have observed
nothing suspicious

from either delegation.

We must proceed.

It's dangerous.

If the killer is there,
we will stop him.

But we will attend the treaty
this afternoon

and ensure everyone signs.

Yourself included.

I-I can't actually sign.

Why not?

No one will ever know.

Once it's done,
I will tell Paris Vidal died

shortly after the signing.

Meet me in my room.

I have something
I must discuss with you.

No.
Are you certain?

Yes.

I should have known.

I can't believe
I didn't see it.

She uses her feminine wiles
to seduce you, body and mind.

Rivière?

She never contacted Paris
about Vidal.

There is no replacement diplomat
on the way.

- She's been lying to us.
- What? Why?

Because she killed him.

Her intention all along
was to stop this treaty.

You believe she's the traitor?

Obviously she expected you
to fail when posing as Vidal,

and when you didn't,

she enlisted the bellboy
to kill you.

I'm expected to meet her
in her room shortly.

We can't reveal we're onto her.

What? Meyers, she's already
tried to kill me once.

Murdoch, you must live
to sign this treaty.

The world
hangs in the balance.

Thank you for coming.

Of course.

What did you want
to see me about?

I should think
it would be obvious.

We cannot go on like this
any longer.

Go on like what?

Go on pretending the passion
between us is only an act.

But, uh, it is an act.

Isn't it?

You're right.

I feel it too.

But...

- But we can't.
- Why not?

Because we must remain focused.

The treaty must be
the most important thing.

Yes.

I suppose you are right.

I drink yours.

You'll have to have mine.

- Uh...
- Go ahead. Drink.

You fool.

So...

Meyers has convinced you
I am out to kill you.

Is that it?

That's right.
You're a traitor!

You never telephoned Washington
to ask for the other diplomat.

If you had half a mind,

you would see we do, in fact,
have a traitor in our midst.

Terrence Meyers.

- Meyers?
- He killed Vidal.

I was sure when I realized

he was the one
who stole the telegram.

But Meyers
claims that the bellboy

intercepted the telegram.

Oh, but the bellboy
never met Vidal.

Otherwise he would have known
that I wasn't him.

Which means Vidal
never gave him the telegram

and Meyers had it all along.

He lied to us.
He is the traitor!

I am not a traitor.

This is Prague all over again,
isn't it?

You mean your paranoia nearly
ruining an entire operation?

Oh, no.

No, I mean your lying
and manipulating

to get what you want.

It's never been about
what I want!

It's always you, you, and you!

That's a damn lie!

I offered you the world,
and you spat it back at mel!

- What?
- Yes!

Do you have any idea how long
I waited at...

At that train station?!

Murdoch?

That's enough.

I don't know where he is.

Shall I let him know
that you're looking for him?

No, no, it's not important.

Murdoch, this is outrageous!

Arrest her, certainly,
but me?

Come, come, Detective,
this is silly.

After all we've been through,
after how close we've become,

surely you trust me over Meyers?

In fact,
Mademoiselle Rivière,

I trust neither of you.

Therefore you leave me
no choice.

I will have to sign this treaty
and find the killer myself.

Hello.

William, that woman
was all over you.

Right here in the middle
of the station house!

She's a...

Mademoiselle Rivière
did get carried away.

But, Julia, it's all an act.

One you're not quite ready
to give up, it seems.

What exactly
do you intend to do?

I intend to go
to the treaty signing.

And the killer?
Is it Meyers or the woman?

I believe it's neither.

But I don't trust them, so I've
removed them from the equation.

So there'll be an assassin
present at the treaty?

Mais oui.

And I intend to catch him.

William,
this is very dangerous.

They've already tried
to kill you once!

That was the German bellboy.
He's no longer a threat.

Besides, the killer now knows
that I am an impostor

and has no reason to kill me.

I'm going in there with you.

Absolutely not.
It's far too dangerous.

- You just said it wasn't...
- Monsieur Vidal!

Nice to see you again.

And who might this
beautiful young woman be?

Sheila Walker.

Ainsworth.

I'm Monsieur Vidal's attachée.

Australian?

Uh, what they lack
in refinement,

they make up for with ardor.

Are you quite sure
about bringing a woman

to the signing
of such an important treaty?

You can trust me, Mr. Ainsworth.
I'm not new to this game.

And Gaetan, he can't bear
to be away from me.

You see what I mean?

We've already looked everywhere.

Well, that's true,

but if I've learned anything
as a police constable,

it's that a second go-around

can sometimes uncover
the most valuable clues.

I'll poke about over here,
and you have a look over there.

Constable!

A bit of shoelace, and here!

- A footprint!
- The same ones!

My goodness!
That could be our thief.

We need to follow them, Eric.

Here.
And there's two there!

- Oh, look at that big one!
- You've got it.

There's some over here.

The prints stop here.

Well, that's it.
That's a dead end, I suppose.

- Maybe we should just go home.
- Wait!

It's here!

Excellent, Eric!
Well done!

The villain may have fled

but, most importantly,
we have recovered your motorcar.

Case closed!

Of course I never called
for the diplomat!

Our man in Washington
never supported the treaty.

He would have derailed
the whole thing!

And you know full well
why I stole that telegram.

Because you killed Vidal!

I found Vidal dead
with the telegram on the desk.

So you just went ahead
and took it?

Of course I took it!

You really think
I'd hand it over to you

after what happened in Prague?

Oh, for the last time,
Prague was your fault!

Everything I did,
I did out of love!

Wait a minute.

If you didn't kill Vidal
and I didn't kill Vidal...

The traitor
is still out there.

Murdoch is in
a great deal of danger.

Then what are we waiting for?

We're locked in.

Locks are meant to be picked.

Vidal?

I heard some alarming news.

What is it?

My sources inform me
you are dead.

But clearly my source
is not correct!

You can't trust anyone
these days.

Now, we sign?

Yes, it will be
France's great pleasure

to sit at the table
with your great nations.

And for Britain as well.

Today will be a glorious day for
peace and safety the world over.

Yes, yes.
We get on with it, yes?

Before we sign, here's an idea.

Why don't we swap pens?

You know, as a symbol
of the unity of our nations.

I like this.
To show we are friends, yes?

Precisely, sir.

Well, history awaits,
gentlemen!

As France is our common ally,

Monsieur Vidal, would you like
the honor of signing first?

No.

I will not sign.

I believe this pen
is intended to kill me,

and Monsieur Ainsworth
is a traitor.

I've never heard of anything
so absurd in my life.

Here!

See?

Now, what is all this about?

Oh, uh, it seems
I have made a mistake.

Please accept my apologies,
Monsieur Ainsworth.

It is this pen
that is the deadly device.

Look.

When pressed to paper,

a pin is triggered,
poisoning he who writes with it.

Dear God, I almost...

Someone is trying to kill me.

You!

You give me this pen!

Sir, I'm sorry
not to say this earlier.

This man is not Vidall
He is an impostor!

Are you quite sure
about bringing a woman

to the signing of such
an important treaty?

Get him!

No!

Wait! Wait!

Gospodin Dorokhov.
You have to believe me.

Ainsworth planted that pen
in my pocket.

He's behind all of this!

Impossible!
I've done nothing wrong!

You give this pen,
I kill you now.

- Vidal is dead!
- What?

I sent you the telegram
telling you Vidal is dead.

You? But why?

I also sent
a telegram to Ainsworth

saying the same thing.

What's he saying?
Just kill him.

I knew that
the innocent man would assume

that the man he knew as Vidal...
Me... would be dead

and therefore would be surprised

when I came walking
through the door, as you were.

Don't listen to him!
The man is a traitor!

But the guilty man
would assume the telegram

was referring to the man
he had already killed

and therefore would do nothing.

And that was Ainsworth.

Ainsworth is the traitor.

Enough of this nonsense.
I'll kill him myself!

Stop! Drop that weapon!
Right now!

Mr. Ainsworth, you are
under arrest for murder.

You can't arrest me.
I'm a diplomat!

I killed for England!

Last I checked, Monty,

King Edward doesn't care much
for treason.

Come on.

- Pas mal.
- Merci.

This was all very confusing,
yes,

but now I believe I understand.

Englishman want to kill Vidal
but instead kill impostor.

And you, Vidal,
you use this to set trap!

Very clever!

Ah, oui.

It appears
you understand everything.

What is important
is Mr. Dorokhov knows

this British madman was not
acting on behalf of Britain.

Mr. Steele will contact London
as soon as he is feeling better.

He's sure
they will hang Ainsworth

and Britain will still wish
to form the entente.

If you gentlemen will agree
to sign at a future date?

If my friend Vidal say yes,
so do I.

Bien sar!

France will be
most eager to sign.

- Soon, I hope.
- Good!

Now, let me talk to Mr. Steele
about small matter of Shanghai.

I'm not a German spy.
I'm a British patriot!

You agree with me,
don't you, Tom?

Agree with what, exactly?

I was only doing
what's best for Britain.

We can't ally ourselves
with France and Russia.

The tsar is weak,
and the French, well...

Not really my cup of tea,
I must admit.

Precisely.

But the Germans are our friends.
Tom, it's not too late.

- For what?
- To let me out.

I can stop this treaty.

I don't know much
about international politics,

but I do know a killer
when I see one.

Oh, and Monty,
if they ever do let you out,

keep your eyes off my wife.

The entente will be saved.

So thank you, Murdoch.

The world was saved
in Toronto today.

It's a shame
no one will ever know.

I do have one question,
however.

When Mademoiselle Rivière
and I were accusing you

of being a traitor,
how did you know?

He had a microphone
in the flower pot.

He heard every word we said.

And you knew of this?

I figured it out.

Why did you think
I was trying to seduce you?

I was
making our friend jealous.

When Terrence Meyers runs hot,

no man on Earth
burns with such passion.

You shot that man
with a pocket watch!

And a garter!

How did he get the pen in...

I threw a knife at a killer!

Yes, it was
all quite exciting.

And dangerous.

William, we saved
the Western world!

Yes, we did.

Well, I should
take all of this off.

Don't you dare.

Tonight belongs to Sheila Walker
and Monsieur Vidal.

Comme vous désirez,
ma chérie.