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Well, it looks better
than last time.

Do you think so?

I'll get it.

Oh, hello.

Um, please.
Come in.

Do you want one or both?

Both.

Could I at least
finish my drink first, lads?

My name is Agent Baker.

You have been brought here
for questioning

in a matter of utmost urgency.

I am Justice Robert Shay.

With me
are General Patrice Dionne

and Deputy Minister of Defence
Abner Walker.

Is this a trial?

An agent of the crown
has been murdered,

and an attempt was made on
the life of our prime minister.

This tribunal has been convened
to learn the facts.

But the usual oaths apply.

Except a violation
of these oaths is not perjury

but treason.

Bring in the accused.

Terrence Meyers.

The evidence strongly suggests

Agent Meyers murdered
Agent Morris

and attempted to murder
our prime minister

by means of
a poisoned butter tart.

What would possibly motivate me
to murder my prime minister?

That is the purpose
of this hearing, Agent Meyers.

It is your state of mind
we wish to assess.

Detective Murdoch, please tell
us about the first time

you encountered Agent Meyers.

It was the summer of 1895.

A local farmer had died
under mysterious circumstances.

What do we have, George?

Henri Gaston.

Suicide, eh?

Why call for me?

Well, actually sir,
upon arriving at the scene

I realized I should check
for the victim's footprints

to eliminate foul play.

However, there were none.

- No footprints?
- No.

Hmm.
Curious.

So just how did you get
into that tree, Mr. Gaston?

Our investigation led us to
the Rouge Valley Lands Company

and Mr. Meyers.

Mr. Meyers told us the company
wished to purchase the land

to build a dam.

Our plan was to dam
the Rouge River here,

where we would then build an
electrical generating station.

That would flood
all of the lands in the valley.

Which is why we had to
buy it all up.

In truth, no dam was planned.

Do you hear that noise?

Sounds like an engine
of some sort.

Oh, bloody hell.

The Canadian government
intended to use the land

to test a weaponized dirigible.

Let the record show...

Detective Murdoch is referring
to Project X9.

Agent Meyers was the lead
on that project.

Detective, did Agent Meyers
kill anyone

in the course of that operation?

Claude Benoit was a French agent

operating on our soil
against our interests.

And he shot first.

This query is not about
the right of an agent

to neutralize
an enemy of Canada.

This is about the soul of a man
who is accused of a crime

which required
the abandonment of conscience.

Now, Dr. Ogden,
you performed a postmortem.

Could you tell us what
happened to Monsieur Benoit?

He had been eviscerated.

As suspected,
the victim's internal organs

have been completely removed.

So they made a hole and then
pulled his guts out through it.

The hole's too small
to accommodate a hand.

Yes, well, they probably have
some sort of special tool.

Perhaps a tube was inserted
into the incision

and the contents
drawn out that way.

That was my idea, actually.

You see that machine behind you?

We use it to rapidly deflate
the dirigible.

It didn't take much adjustment
to use it for...

something else.

You sucked a man's guts out?

It was a matter of practicality,
a means to an end.

As were the crimes
for which you are accused.

Now, then,
this wasn't the only time

you encountered Agent Meyers?

- No, it wasn't.
- How many times in all?

12 times.

Do you trust him?

Not bloody likely.

Everything he says is a lie.

Not everything.

Perhaps most things.

It's the purpose of spycraft
to deceive.

But I ask you, all of you,
does anyone in this room

doubt my commitment
to my country, my job,

or to Mr. Laurier?

Let's talk about
Mr. Laurier.

Detective Murdoch,
could you please tell us

when you first met
our prime minister?

Uh, yes.

We had uncovered a plot to send
gold bullion to the Confederacy.

4179.

It's Meyers here.
Put him on.

Yes, sir, it's as we feared,
I'm afraid.

No, sir, I think you'd better
come to us.

Thank you, sir.

That was my boss.

And he's coming to speak to you.

Bloody hell.

Ah, gentlemen.

Allow me to introduce
Sir Wilfrid Laurier.

Prime Minister.

Sir.

Gentlemen, we need to talk.

And can you describe
the relationship you witnessed

between Agent Meyers
and Prime Minister Laurier?

It was professional.
There was mutual respect.

But that would not always
be the case, would it?

No.

Can you tell us about the events
that happened

after the assassination
of President McKinley?

Agent Meyers had been
accused of killing an informant

who had sold the gun
that was used

to shoot President McKinley.

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.

But that's not what happened.

No, it wasn't.

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.

I was innocent.

Mr. Laurier apologized.
The incident was forgotten.

But the relationship was never
quite the same, was it?

Could you tell us
about the next time

you encountered
our prime minister?

A rocket was aimed
at New York City.

Had it been fired,
we would have been at war.

Canada was being held ransom.

Are you suggesting

I would choose destruction
of my country over my career?

No.
No, not... not at all, sir.

I-I regret if you inferred
that I was inferring that...

Enough!

You're a good spy, Meyers,

but your skills as a toady
are sadly lacking.

Would you say

the relationship
you originally witnessed

between Agent Meyers
and Prime Minister Laurier

had been eroded?

I-I suppose.

And what happened
to Agent Meyers

at the conclusion of this case?

What?

What is it?

He's inside the rocket.

What?

What the devil is he doing?

Uh-oh.

Hey!

Hey!

No.

He couldn't have!

Aah!
For the love of God!

Help me!

No!

Meyers!

Where was the rocket headed?

It was a low-orbit
experimental flight

destined for Borneo.

We thought he was a goner
for sure.

But you did encounter him again?

Yes.
One year later.

We were searching for
a Mr. X.

He had changed.

The great rocket shook as I
blasted through the atmosphere.

The azure globe
shimmered beneath me,

vast oceans roiling, entire
continents within my view.

I had flown higher than
any living thing ever had.

It was the greatest adventure
ever known to man.

And then nothing.
Blackness.

Not only had I touched
the face of God,

I became God.

God?

Mm.

I recall nothing of the descent.

All I know is I awoke to
the smiling faces of the Murut.

I was now in Sabah,
near the village of Nabawan.

And in that village,
I was no longer human.

I was Ran Ying,

supreme god, fallen from above.

He claimed he had come back

to return
to the Canadian government.

But that wasn't quite true,
was it?

No, it wasn't.

This is absurd.

I was welcomed back
into the fold

at the conclusion of that case.

But not as Agent First Class.

Is it your contention

that I was motivated
to kill our prime minister

because I was demoted?

It is my contention that
whatever respect and love

you'd once held for Mr. Laurier
the man had long been lost.

The motive to kill
was much more banal.

Agent Morris
and Prime Minister Laurier

had recently learned
of an act of treason

you committed two years ago.

An act of treason in which
all three of you were complicit.

That's bollocks.

A plot to assassinate
the American president

on Canadian soil.

Oh. That.

Please tell the tribunal the
story of the Great White Moose.

We'd just finished
a lovely dinner.

I'm afraid I can
only offer you this.

"You saved my life.
Allow me to pay for your meal."

How extraordinary!

We were taken to a private room.

President Roosevelt.

Detective Murdoch
and Dr. Ogden.

Imagine my delight
in seeing you here.

He'd recognized us
from an incident

during our honeymoon
in New York.

We'd saved his life.

What brings you to Canada,
Mr. President?

I am here to hunt
the legendary White Moose.

It turned out
there was no moose.

I've never heard
of such a thing.

You didn't think that
worthy of mention?

He's in Canada to hunt
the Great White Moose.

Which apparently returns
to the same place

at the same time, every year.

He showed me
the Geographic article,

which I assume
you got into his hands.

I should never have brought you
into this.

If my superiors were to discover
that this was out...

Well, it is bloody out.

And if you don't tell them,
we will.

I'm afraid you can't do that.

Murdoch, get on the phone
to the prime minister's office.

- Yes, sir.
- They know who we are.

Tell them it's a matter
of national security.

Switchboard.
Police protocol.

I'd like to call Ottawa, please.

The prime minister's office.

Thank you.

The prime minister
doesn't know about any of this.

Meyers confessed
that he had tricked

the American president
into coming up to Canada.

He had gotten the idea
from a book

written by
an imprisoned American agent

about a Spanish assassin
named El Noche.

An agent whose star has fallen
finds a path to redemption.

Your star has fallen?

There were certain incidents
during my time in Borneo

that have somewhat
darkened my reputation.

And how does tricking
the American president

into coming to Canada to hunt
a moose restore that reputation?

Burgos was to fake
an assassination attempt

which I was to foil.

You copied Clegg's entire plot?

How was I supposed to know
it was based on real life?

Carry on.

Naturally Roosevelt
would have been grateful

that we had saved his life.

Likewise, he would have
been embarrassed

that he had sneaked into Canada.

This would have given Laurier
an edge

during reciprocity negotiations,

and I would be restored
to Agent First Class.

Unfortunately it turned out

the assassin was real.

Would you look at that?

It's what I feared, gentlemen.

How do you mean?

That is a photograph
of a document

from the dossier
that Burgos was carrying.

What does that mean?

It means that El Noche
has all the information he needs

to assassinate
President Roosevelt himself.

But there was no El Noche,
was there?

No, it was the American agent,
Allen Clegg.

Clegg outwitted Agent Meyers

and very nearly killed
President Roosevelt

on Canadian soil.

Had he succeeded, an
investigation would have shown

the hand of a government agent,
and war could have resulted.

A war that could have
destroyed Canada.

Small wonder you wanted to keep
it secret from your government.

I suppose Clegg will hang
this time?

After our boys have had
a chat with him.

An extensive chat.

Sir, with regard
to recent events,

I'm of the opinion it serves
both our interests...

That no one find out about this?

You did come to Canada
without permission.

You almost arranged
my assassination.

Shall we call it even, then?

I concur that history
need not record this matter.

But as for
your prime minister...

He need not be apprised, sir.

All right.

How long?

How long have you known?

I was briefed by
the prime minister this morning,

shortly after the butter tart
you gave him

was found to contain polonium.

Someone else
could have done that.

I'm not the only one with access
to polonium.

You're the only one with motive.

Until this morning,
only two people

knew about your treachery...

Agent Morris, who is now dead,

and the prime minister,
who would be dead

had he not given
your butter tart to his dog.

Sir John is dead?

Yes.

I didn't know.

I didn't know they knew
about the moose.

Agent Morris delivered
the news of your treachery

to the prime minister
by means of a secret memo.

A memo which was later
found hidden in your room.

These are evidentiary issues

which will be
discussed separately.

Indeed, Agent Baker has
established motive and mind-set.

Let's convene tomorrow.

Morris planted that memo.

Don't you see
what's happening here?

Morris is the one
behind all of this.

Did he arrange for you
to kill him as well?

Remove the prisoner.

Thank you for your testimony.

It has been most revealing.

Please escort these
witnesses to their homes.

Where do you wish to be taken?

Station House Number Four,
please.

- Station House Four.
- Yes, sir.

The police station, William?
It's past midnight.

Do the two of you truly believe

Terrence Meyers
would kill Wilfrid Laurier?

I wouldn't have, but I do now.

She made a good case, William.

Psychologically speaking,
it was very convincing.

He resented Laurier for the way
he was being treated.

And if the moose story got out,
his career would be over.

He winked a message at me
in Morse code.

- When?
- As he was being taken away.

I thought it was a twitch.

D-D-E-N.

A code.

If it is, I don't know it.

Perhaps it's something
only you would understand.

Think about it, William.

He winked out a message
the whole room could have seen.

It must have something to do
with your shared history.

- D-D.
- E-N.

E-N.

- E-N?
- Yes.

Let me see that.

- No, it can't be.
- What can't it be?

I've seen this before.
I-I know this killer's work.

Who is it?

El Noche.

Spanish for "the night."

Perhaps Agent Meyers
was referring to El Noche?

The assassin that didn't exist.

Then what about the D-D?

"Project D has been activated."

Unless payment
of $4 million is made

"by 6:00 p.m. tomorrow,
New York will burn."

He goes on
to provide instructions

on how payment is to be made.

- What does "D" stand for?
- Defense.

Although "doomsday"
may be more appropriate.

"Dooms-Day."
Double D.

There you have it.

But how does Pendrick's rocket
and El Noche fit together?

I have no idea.

If only I could speak
with Meyers.

Perhaps we should
sleep on it, William.

Dead drop.

Dead drop.

You think Agent Meyers

intended for you to find this?

Yes, but I have no idea
what any of it means.

"Potentials."
Potential for what?

Should we be looking
at all of this?

"Polonium."

Polonium was in the butter tart
that did for the dog.

He also writes about
an assassination attempt

on the prime minister.

Was he planning it
or trying to prevent it?

Morris involved.

Baker?
Who to trust?

Agent Baker.

You think she could be
the assassin?

Agent Baker is here.

You are all under arrest
for treason.

Take them to headquarters.

I witnessed Agent Meyers

communicating to
Detective Murdoch.

So I had him followed.

He led us to a room
at the Queen's Hotel,

where he removed
top secret documents

left there by Agent Meyers.

What say you to these charges?

We didn't know
they were top secret.

You engaged
in a secret communication

with a man accused of attempting

to assassinate
our prime minister.

- That alone is treasonous.
- Well, then charge us.

Sir...

Let us defend ourselves
in a real court.

This is a democracy.

Save your inquisition
for someone else.

Sit down, Inspector.

These top secret documents,
where are they now?

- They are being analyzed.
- A likely story.

I beg your pardon.

Those documents talked about
an assassination plot

using polonium.

Agent Baker was mentioned
as possibly being involved.

- Is this true?
- I'm not the one on trial here.

No one is on trial here,
Agent Baker.

The very fact that
you refer to it as such

makes me doubt
your impartiality.

Let us help.
Let us see the evidence.

This is not a matter
for the citizenry.

These three have been entrusted

with the knowledge of state
a dozen times.

I see no reason
not to entrust them again.

They've just committed treason.

What are you afraid
they'll find, Agent Baker?

These are the results of
the postmortem on Agent Morris?

Yes.

This is the memo Agent Morris
sent to Prime Minister Laurier.

It outlines the extent

of Agent Meyers'
treasonous behavior

in the matter
of the Great White Moose.

And when did the prime minister
receive this?

The night before last.

And that was found
in Meyers' room?

Hidden under the mattress.

He clearly didn't want it
to be discovered.

What is this?

It is a tattoo.
We don't know what it means.

These are the remnants
of the poisoned butter tart.

And the result
of the polonium test.

How do you know
it was Agent Meyers

who placed it there?

Mr. Laurier's assistant
saw him put it on his desk.

Apparently Meyers was always
leaving little gifts like that.

So you believe Agent Meyers
learned of this memo

and then removed it
from the prime minister's desk?

Then left a poisoned butter tart
in its place.

- Where was Agent Morris killed?
- In his hotel room.

His body was discovered
the following morning.

These photographs were taken
from inside Agent Morris' room.

He'd installed a secret camera.

And note the time.
Agent Meyers enters at 11:30.

Agent Morris enters at 11:45.

A single gunshot was heard
around that time.

Agent Meyers
left five minutes later.

A single bullet,
fired from a derringer,

was removed
from Agent Morris's body.

It matches those fired
from a derringer pistol

we found in a sewer
outside the hotel.

Thank you, Agent Baker.

Please send in Agent Meyers.

Pardon me.

May I be allowed
to conduct this interview?

Absolutely not.

Detective Murdoch
has already made

secret communications
with the accused.

He's clearly sympathetic.

I am professional,
I'm more than qualified,

I am objective, and I believe
that I am uniquely positioned

to obtain a confession.

We are agreed.

Please proceed with the
interview, Detective Murdoch.

Agent Meyers, where were you
the night before last,

between the hours
of 11:30 and midnight?

In my room.
Asleep.

But I was awoken at midnight
by a gunshot.

Of course he'd have
a secret camera.

This is not how it looks.

Well, then, please explain.

For the past two weeks I have
been tracking coded messages

that were being transmitted from
somewhere inside the West Block.

It had something to do
with polonium.

How exactly do we know
that the killer is a spy?

Have you identified the poison
that killed him?

No. It's symptoms
are not known to...

Polonium.

Its devastating effects
were discovered by the Germans.

Highly radioactive.
Unclear why it's so deadly.

And this poison is only known
to the spy community?

Exactly.

So you knew coded messages

were being sent to an agent.

It suggested an assassination.

The second message was a list.

It contained the names
of all the prime minister's

political enemies.

Nationalists and Imperialists.

I remembered that Agent Morris
was doing undercover work

using extremists
from both sides,

so I decided to plant
a listening device in his room.

And that's when he returned.

I hid, but he discovered me
before I could escape.

But instead of asking me
what I was doing there,

he pulled out his pistol.

I fought for the gun.

Looking back, I believe he
intended to kill me all along.

Why is that?

Agent Morris
originally conspired

to assassinate
the prime minister

using a willing political enemy.

But then he found out
about the moose and realized

I made the perfect patsy.

Are you telling us
that you were aware of a plot

to assassinate
our prime minister

and you didn't tell anyone?

I suspected a plot.

I didn't know it was
against the prime minister

until after I was arrested.

And until after you had killed
an agent of the Crown.

What did you do then?

I went back to my room
to clean up.

I had blood spatter
on my clothes, my face.

It was a public hotel.

You weren't taken into custody
for another six hours.

Why did you not tell
anyone then?

Because when he came
into his room,

I overheard a conversation
he had with a coconspirator.

It was somebody in the hotel.
On the government floor.

Perhaps one of us.

I intended I should tell
the prime minister

first thing in the morning,
but I was arrested en route.

But when you had the chance
to tell the truth, you didn't.

You continued
to lie and lie and lie.

Because I didn't know
who to trust.

That's why I contacted you.
I knew you would investigate.

And here you are.

You found the evidence I'd left.

Yes.
Yes.

Evidence you could have planted
after the fact.

Come on, man. Come on.
Whose side are you on?

On the side of the truth!

Agent Meyers, you do realize
that we have only your word

for any of this.

- And historically you...
- I lie!

It's what I do.

But I am telling the truth now,

which means that there is
an active plot to kill

our prime minister.

So either you doubt me,

or you can help me find
the conspirator.

How do you know Agent Morris
placed a call

to someone inside of the hotel?

I spoke
to the switchboard operator.

The call was made
to an empty room.

Who else is staying
in the hotel?

All his enemies.

All of what?

That's why we're in Toronto.

Prime Minister Laurier
is hosting a conference

to find common ground
between the Nationalistes

and the Imperialists.

He is hated equally
by both sides.

Well, then,
let's begin with the leader

of the Nationalistes,
Henri Bourassa.

Of course I hate him.

He has the spine of an eel.

He knows the two nations
are to be equal.

Two strands woven
into the same cloth.

But now he's opened up
the territories,

and they're pouring in.

Free land!

Do they speak French?

Pas de tout.

Rien.

But would I kill him?

He's a political enemy.

I will wound him,

and I will watch the jackals
from his own party

finish him off.

Are there others in your cause
that may feel more strongly?

The young are passionate.

But enough to kill?

Nah.

Laurier is a likable man.

I'm the only one who hates him,
and that's professional.

Who is the leader
of the Imperialists?

That would be Clifford Sifton.

He's minister of the interior,
longtime rival,

happy to bury the hatchet

as long as
it's in Laurier's back.

Rumored to have shouted at him
in fury

over the Catholic school issue.

I get a bit testy sometimes.

Especially when the rights of
the majority are being trampled.

All for the sake
of some political reality

that no longer exists.

The English are stronger.

They're more numerous.

It is their democratic right
to express their will.

If Mr. Laurier were to die,

you would then lead the party.

You can't seriously be suggest...

Good God, man, I don't have to
kill him to beat him.

I can just watch the
Nationalistes do it all for me.

You belong to the Imperial Club?

Proud member.

As are you, Robert.

No shame in flying
the Union Jack

alongside the Red Ensign.

Are there other members
you know of

who would be willing to do
whatever it takes

to see you become
prime minister?

None that I know of.

But there are clubs
within clubs.

What they speak of,
I don't know.

But there are hard feelings
on both sides.

We checked the alibis
of everyone on that list.

Only Armand Lavergne
hasn't got one.

We need to talk to him.

That would not be wise.

Laurier just demanded
his expulsion

from the Liberal Party.

That could constitute motive.

He is Laurier's son
by his law partner's wife.

It is not to be discussed
with either man.

I won't mention it.

Mon die...

You think that I would
kill my...

He banished you
from the Liberal Party.

My expulsion was necessary.

I'm a Nationalist.
My concerns are with Quebec.

And I can assure you it is not
in Quebec's interest

to destroy Canada.

Destroy Canada?

We are all here,
Imperialist and Nationalist,

at the behest of one man.

Wilfrid Laurier is the glue that
holds this country together.

Take him away
and it all come apart.

And if Canada breaks up,
who benefits?

America, of course.

She'll swallow up
all the pieces.

Hmm.

Gentlemen... and ladies...

I believe I know
who is behind all of this.

Manifest destiny.

One country
from the Arctic Circle

to the Tropic of Cancer.

Many people believe in it,

but only one man made it
his singular obsession.

And like any good spy, I had
heard of him before I met him.

And if you're approached
by this man,

say nothing
and inform me immediately.

I was already approached by him.

His name is Turner.
He's a reporter for The Gazette.

Reporter.

His real name is Allen Clegg.

He's an attaché with
the American Consulate.

Ergo a spy.
What did he want?

What he wanted was Canada.

But what he needed was an excuse
for America to invade.

- Meyers.
- Clegg.

We meet again, as they say.

Open the strongbox.

We don't have the key.

Drill the lock.
We'll blow it.

Stand back.
Shield your eyes.

Bricks.

Nothing but damn bricks!

And when he couldn't prove

that we had funded
the Confederacy,

he found another provocation.

In less than five hours,
unless we can locate it first,

a missile will be fired from
Canadian soil towards America.

A missile?
What kind?

A rogue minister
has built a missile

capable of reaching
New York City.

Purely for defensive purposes.

But now someone
has killed the minister

and is threatening to fire
said rocket.

What will it be carrying?

Approximately 200 pounds of TNT.

We're telling you now so that
arrangements can be made

on the ground
to minimize loss of life.

I can say, without rancor,

that while America
appreciates your candor,

if this rocket is fired
and lives are lost,

a state of war will exist

between the United States
and Canada.

Of course it was Clegg
that built the rocket.

What is it exactly about
our humble little country

that you want so badly?

Have you heard of
Svante Arrhenius?

The Swedish scientist
who predicted

that carbon dioxide
emitted from coal burning

would warm global temperatures
by eight degrees

by the end of the century.

In a hundred years

when America is nothing
but a boundless desert,

Canada will have
the ideal climate.

How could I not do everything
I could to save my country?

By bombing your own people?

It was aimed
at the Irish sector.

Alan Clegg, you are under arrest

for the murder
of Minister Fergus.

You seem to have forgotten
I have diplomatic immunity.

Hmm.

Our prime minister
had a little chat

with your president earlier.

Immunity's been waived.

We were supposed to hang him
ourselves, but we didn't.

If I put my gun down, you'll
shoot the president and flee.

I can't let you do that.

You shoot him,
and I will shoot you.

I'm surprised at you, Clegg.

How did you not
think this through?

You betrayed me.

- You betrayed America.
- I'm a patriot.

A patriot!

Unlike all of you pacifists
who refuse to see

that America can have
everything it wants.

It just needs a reason
to take it.

Which you are
about to provide, hmm?

I'm gonna kill you both
and then disappear,

and let the evidence
speak for itself.

Killing the prime minister

to hasten the political
destruction of Canada

is exactly what Clegg
would want.

This is all
pointless speculation.

The prime minister
will request proof

of what has become
of this man Clegg.

Let's reconvene in the morning.

Clegg is dead.

Hanged October 7, 1906.

These were taken
after the postmortem.

They've completed the Y-section.

So he is dead.

Very much so.
It's definitely Allen Clegg.

You're quite sure?

Look at the right eye.
It was hit with shrapnel.

It looks like he lost it.

Proof enough for me.

So where does that leave us now?

At an impasse, I'm afraid.

I believe it is time we speak
to the prime minister himself.

Now, let me see
if I've got this straight.

A poisoned butter tart
was delivered by Agent Meyers.

But he insists it was actually
poisoned by Agent Morris,

who Meyers then killed.

There is, of course,
no proof of any of this.

We only have Meyers' word
for it,

the value of which
has diminished markedly

the last few years.

Look into this Morris business.

See that he's locked up.

No!

- Take him away!
- Come on!

Look at him!
Look at Shay!

William, remember the police
report on Pendrick's death?

The first sign of polonium
poisoning is rapid hair loss.

It can't be.

It was in his glass, not mine.

Did you touch the polonium
with your hands?

Help me.

Why?
Why did you do it?

Because you...

Damn you!

Meyers, you saved my life.

Just doing my job, sir.

And these are Shay's letters.

To his fellow
British Imperialists.

He was a radical.

I can't believe it.

Mr. Shay came highly recommended
as a moderate.

That's why I assigned him
to the tribunal.

Hmm.
Who recommended him, sir?

It was Morris.

Was Morris an Imperialist?

Well, Morris worked closely
with radical elements

from both sides.

Sir, we found correspondence

suggesting he was radicalized
by the Imperialists.

So, in the end it was political.

They want Sifton
to be prime minister,

but my grip on the party
is still strong.

They were impatient.

Did you find her attractive?

Who?

Have we met any other women
in the last three days?

Agent Baker?

Well, I-I suppose,
objectively speaking...

She was flirting with you.

- Was she?
- Oh, please.

You aren't jealous, are you?

Not at all.

Oh.

Very good, then.

The Morris correspondence
was identified and confiscated.

They believe this to be
an internal matter.

Good.

Our hand in this matter
can never be revealed.

Why do you conceal it?

Because it's only for the eyes
of those who wear it.

Don't worry, I trust you.

You wouldn't be here
if I didn't.

Does it stand for "Clegg" or...?

Do you think me that vain?

It stands for Columbia.

- The country?
- Our country.

The United States of America.

I... I-I don't...

Columbia is the personification
of America.

Like Uncle Sam.

Uncle Sam
is a jingo Southern clown.

Columbia is an angel,

bringing the light
of American progress and power

to every shore on our continent.

Even Mexico.

No.
Just Canada.

It's Canada we want.

And someday...

she will be ours.