All language subtitles for S13E15 The Trial of Terrance Meyers

Oh, it looks better
than last time.

Do you think so?

I'll get it.

Oh, hello.
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.

Terence 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?

Henry Gaston.

Suicide, eh?

Why call for me?

Well, actually sir,
upon arriving at the scene

I realised 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 weaponised 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 neutralise
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, Doctor Ogden.

You performed
a post-mortem.

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

The hole's too small
to accommodate a hand.

Yes, well they probably
had 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?

Twelve times.

Do you trust him?

Not bloody likely.

Everything he
says is a lie.

Not everything.
Perhaps most things.

It's the purpose
of spy craft 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.

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
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.

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 Terence 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 apologised.

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 at all, sir.

I regret if you inferred
that I 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 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!

No! For the love of god!

Help me!

Meyers! Meyers!

No!

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?

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 Ranying.

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 Doctor Ogden.

Imagine my delight
in seeing you here.

He'd recognised 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 assumed 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 Minster's office.

Yes, sir.

They know who we are.

Tell him 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 showed

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.

Alright.

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 mindset.

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 Terence 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 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
four million dollars

is made by six pm tomorrow,
New York will burn."

He goes on to provide
instructions

on how payment is to be made.

What does "D" stand for?

Defence.

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 in 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 analysed.

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 post mortem

on Agent Morris?

Yes.

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

It outlines the extent of Agent
Meyers' treasonous behaviour

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 results
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
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 realised 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 co-conspirator.

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
realise 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 Nationalists

and the Imperialists.

He is hated equally
by both sides.

Well then, let's begin with
the leader of the Nationalists,

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.

Rein.

But would I kill him?

He is 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 likeable 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.

Long time rival.

Happy to bury the hatchet as
long as it's in Laurier's back.

Rumoured 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
Nationalists 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've 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 dieu.

You think that I
would kill my--

He banished you from
the Liberal party.

My expulsion
was necessary.

I am 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.

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 two
hundred pounds of TNT.

We're telling you now
so that arrangements

can be made on the ground
to minimise loss of life.

I can say, without rancour,
that while America

appreciates your candour,
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 could
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 7th, 1906.

These were taken
after the post mortem.

They've completed
the y section.

- So he is dead.
- Very much so.

It's definitely
Allen Clegg.

Are you 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?

Morris worked closely
with radical elements

from both sides.

Sir, we found correspondence
suggesting he was radicalised

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
woman in the last three days?

Agent Baker?

Well, 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 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 some day
she will be ours.