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In Toronto's war
on crime,

the worst offenders
are pursued by the detectives

of the Specialized Criminal
Investigations Unit.

These are their stories.

Yuri! My man!

- Hey!
- Ey!

- Haha!
- Hey, we got a booth waiting

for us in the library bar.
- Nice!

Although, I gotta warn you.

Corey here said the vodka
couldn't be Russian.

- Sorry.
- You know, the war.

It's fine, I get it.

- Let me grab your bags.
- No, no!

Need to stay in my own plate.

Your polygraph test came back.

The findings were inconclusive.

Inconclusive.

I'm sorry.

I'm sure this wasn't
the result you were hoping for.

It's fine. I expected this.

Just maybe not from you.

Gordon.

Why aren't you wearing
your wedding ring?

You're gonna give me
a heart attack.

You didn't answer
the question.

Doesn't fit anymore,
I was going to get it resized

next week.

Kelly, honest to God.

I'm gonna get a handle on this.

I don't care if it's keto,

intermittent fasting.

I'll even try Noom
if I have to.

Okay, just stop. Just...

go get some sleep, you dummy.

I'm going for a run, okay?

Love you.

Miles!

The kid got in.
Dylan got into Georgetown.

Jamie, that is amazing.

All because of the letter
you wrote,

you're a goddamn rainmaker!

Listen. Anything you need,
day or night,

I got you covered. Alright?

- Alright.
- Let's play.

Kelly, come on!

Gord!

Wake up!
- Oh! Oh my God! Gord!

I got here,
and he was stumble around,

then he fall over, fall down.
I didn't do nothing!

- Did you call 911?
- Yes, yes. They come now.

Okay, please.
Go get another blanket.

- Okay.
- Please, now!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.
- Thank you.

Hah!

Wow. The corps d'elite.

And for what? Medics think
buddy died of a heart attack.

- His name's Buddy, is it?
- Oh, uh no, sorry.

His name is Gord.
Gordon Greene, 55.

Got home from work
two hours ago,

said hi to his wife inside,
then came back out again

and uh, collapsed dead
in the driveway.

Housekeeper, Rosa Palma,
found him. She called 911.

Yeah, he's got a point.
What are we doing here?

Inspector from 44 Division
called Holness,

asked us to take a look.

Curious.

Indeed.

Hey, his wedding ring
is on the wrong finger.

Guess he was getting something
out of the car.

Rosa Palma?
- Yes?

We understand you found
Mr. Greene.

Sorry for your loss.

It looks like he was
having a heart attack.

I don't think so.
He was sweat,

the eyes were tiny dots.

And then he, he make no sense.

"Rosa, this is a bad trip.
A bad trip."

What did Gord do for a living?

- He had a travel agency.
- And the wife?

Kelly. She's inside.

She didn't want to stay
anywhere near the body.

Gord came home. We said hello,

I went out for a run.
I was only gone for 40 minutes.

Are these Gord's things?

Yes, they are.

Is there someone you should
call? Do you have kids?

We tried...
it wasn't in the cards.

May I? Is that Gord's office?

I, I'm sorry,
but is this normal

when someone has a heart attack?

Police attend all
sudden deaths.

It's a matter of course.

How long were you married?

20 years.

He's annoying
and he works too much,

but uh, I love him.

He's my guy, you know?

Rosa said that
he's a travel agent.

He started his own company.
It's still pretty small.

This morning, he was coming
home from work,

but it wasn't even 8 a.m.?

Last night, he stayed late
at the office.

He was dealing with
some kind of emergency.

Your husband uses
a smartphone, right?

- Yeah.
- So where's his Blackberry?

He doesn't have one.

Why the uh,
Blackberry charger?

I, I have no idea.

The man never threw
anything out.

Had your husband
put on weight recently?

- Excuse me?
- His wedding ring

was on his little finger.

He's been stressed at work
lately, you know?

He gained a few pounds.
I didn't care,

but he did.

I'm sorry but, uh...

Are we done here?

I feel like maybe
I need to lie down.

Of course.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Oh. G'bye, feet.

Are you quoting Alice
in Wonderland,

or are you just simply
wondering why a smartphone user

keeps an old Blackberry
plugged in on his desk.

And what kind of travel agent
works all night.

And what kind of wife won't go
near her husband's dead body?

Let's call it in. We'll have
Tech process the scene.

Medics were half right.
Physically, Gord Greene

was ripe for a heart attack.
High cholesterol,

plaque in his arteries,
but that's not what killed him.

Yes, his heart failed.

But so did his kidneys.

All of his organs, in fact,

and his lungs were full
of fluid.

These events do not all
happen at the same time.

I have never seen this before.

The housekeeper said that
his pupils were constricted,

he was sweating, incoherent.
Any chance it was poison?

No injection marks,
nothing in his stomach contents.

If it was poison, it was either
inhalation or absorption,

but it's none
of the usual suspects.

Arsenic, cyanide, strychnine.

I don't even know how
to begin tracing this one.

So a seemingly normal,
utterly unremarkable

travel agent just got killed
by an untraceable poison.

You've been reading
too many thrillers.

You said someone from
44 Division

asked us to take a look?
- Yeah, Inspector McDougall,

I don't know him well,
we're on a committee together.

- What did he say?
- Well, he said the victim

was a friend of a friend,
he asked me if I would put

the very best people on it.

Said it looked like
natural causes.

Okay, you know what?
Let me call him,

see if I can push
for an explanation.

- Thanks.
- Great, and can we get

a SPIN team on the wife,

just in the spirit
of being sure?

Hi, Kelly.

What did you tell them?
- Nothing.

I followed protocol, I think,
I'm just not cut out for this.

Calm down.
You're going be fine.

It's all going to be over soon.

I mean I, I did...
I did my best.

I'm sure you did.

Again, I'm sorry for your loss.

I'm, I'm sorry. I'm confused.
I thought he had a heart attack.

Well, the exact cause of death
is still being determined.

Alice, Gord's wife said
that he worked late last night?

That he didn't get home
until 8 a.m.?

Yeah, um, that happens
once in a while.

We just, we have
39 very particular seniors

on a luxury cruise.

Sydney to Singapore, we just
had a customs catastrophe.

Our, our guy in Jakarta,
apparently he slept in

and we had...
39 passports to process, so...

- Hm.
- Whew.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, I have to take this.

- Excuse me.
- Oh. Apologies.

It's uh, Peter, right?

- Yeah.
- Is there anything you can

tell us about Gord
that might surprise us?

Gambling, drugs, women?

No. Gord was a great boss.

Hm. One who kept you here
very late.

It happens.

I mean, it's rare, but...

Right now, we have a bunch
of fussy seniors

on a luxury cruise.

Sydney to Singapore,
and last night

we had a bit of a customs
catastrophe

in Jakarta.

39 passports to process,
it just...

it seems trivial now.

Well, Sydney to Singapore.

A customs catastrophe.

They're lying. It's a script,
they repeated

each other's answers
almost word for word.

Yeah, this whole thing's
a front. But for what?

Well, Gord has no
criminal history.

Not a lot of travel himself,
apart from a few vacations

in Germany, no suspicious
hospitalizations.

Quick thumbnail sketch,
he looks clean.

Well, I can't say the same
for Rubicon Travel.

Just spoke with
the building manager,

he said they work very
unusual hours

and they installed an incredibly
high-tech security system

at their own expense.

Ah, so the office is bogus,

the two remaining employees
are lying through their teeth.

Why? What are they covering up?

Illegal activity?

Identity fraud, hitmen for hire,
human trafficking.

Man, I love the way you think.
The worst of everyone, always.

Okay, don't be cute.
This is the job, you do it too.

Which is why I bring you this,
courtesy of our SPIN team.

- What you got?
- Alright, so just watch.

This is seven hours
after Gord's death.

Okay, so he's hiding
his identity,

and she is handing
him something,

which I took
the liberty of blowing up.

The Blackberry.

A merry widow rides again.

A beautiful spot, under a tree.

Ms. Greene, we just learned
your husband

didn't have a heart attack
as we suspected.

In fact, he was murdered.

We're still working on exactly

the nature of
the substance used,

but whatever it was,
it was poison.

And it must have been
some pretty strong stuff

if you wouldn't even
go near the body.

Uh, I'm sorry, but how
would I have known that?

Why did you lie about
Gordon not having a Blackberry?

And why did you hand it off
to a flower delivery guy

on the same day your husband
was murdered?

Were you having an affair?

Maybe you wanted to get
your husband out of the way.

You were fishing around,
in my grief, with no facts.

You have no clue!
- Well, maybe it has something

to do with Rubicon Travel.

It's not a real business,
did you know that?

And Bear Trap.

That phrase ring any bells?

What's going on here?

I was following protocol.
Okay? I am just the wife.

But I, I did get training
for this kind of thing.

Training to not touch the body.
To sweep and secure the area.

Training I never, ever,
wanted to use.

And I'm sorry,
but I can't talk about it.

What I can promise you
is that I'm not involved.

In any way, on any level.

Look. I don't know
what happened to my husband.

And I wish I did.

But I have been given
instructions.

Very clear instructions.

By Gord's employer.

Thank you.

Detective Graff,
Detective Bateman.

We're here to see
the Associate Director.

Of course.
Do you have an appointment?

Well, no, I texted
and I called, but uh--

Then, there's your answer.
The chances of you getting by me

without an appointment are zero.
- Call him.

Unfortunately, not without
an appointment.

♪ Bear trap, bear trap
Over the bounding main ♪

Excuse me, sir.

♪ For many a stormy rain
will blow ♪

♪ And Gord comes back again
- Hey! Do you mind?

Ah. Here's the man.

- It's okay, Frank. I got this.
- Looking sharp.

Can I help you?

Well, we're investigating

a murder of one Gordon Greene,

47 Elmview Crescent.

I do not follow.

Okay well,
Gord had a Blackberry

that his wife dutifully
handed over

to a mysterious delivery man.

Gord had a phony business,
and Gord was poisoned

by something that no one
in this country

has ever seen before.
In short, Gord was a spy. Hm?

Shall I go on?
- No.

They're with me.

Oh, Detective Frankie Bateman,
meet Miles Graff.

- Graff?
- Yeah.

He's my brother.

Half-brother.

Gordon Greene collapsed
in his driveway yesterday

at 8 a.m.

It looked like a heart attack,

but um, his wife's
a bad liar, unlike Gord's body.

Now uh, heart, kidneys,
total organ failure.

Our pathologist has never
seen it before.

Now, if I was a catastrophist,
I'd be thinking novichok.

It's not novichok.

Well, I mean, it is,
and it isn't.

What, so you're saying that
we've been investigating

a victim who was poisoned
by a nerve agent?

We have pathologists, uniforms

and medics
dealing with that body.

Relax. It's got a short
half-life,

if anyone's going to get sick,
they would be sick already.

You guys wear gloves, right?

So you know about all this.

Yeah, I was briefed
last night.

And we believe that
this might be novichok.

B-93, it's very new,
used exclusively by the Russians

and no one else knows
how to produce it yet.

I'm sorry, but are we saying

that the Russians
killed Gord Greene?

- I honestly, I don't know.
- Okay, what about Bear Trap?

It was a password we found
in Gord's office.

Sloppy trade craft.

But I'm assuming
that it's the code name

for this operation?
- Gord worked in the field,

he was an outdoor cat.
He didn't answer to me.

Of course not. You are firmly
of the indoor variety.

And frankly, Henry,
I don't know much

about what Gord was up to,
I don't even know

who picked up his Blackberry.

Honestly, I'm assuming
it was someone on his own team.

Frankly? Honestly?

You're really pulling out
the trust words there,

so I, I guess
we can just go home.

Crack a beer. Put our feet up.

Do what you want. Like I said,
we're on it. Okay?

And although
it is a terrible shame

that Gord Greene is dead,

we here at Toronto Region
cannot cooperate with TPD.

Your brother is an Associate
Director at CSIS?

The Canadian Security
Intelligence Service?

Yeah, who cannot cooperate.

What absolute hogwash.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

Who will guard the guards
themselves if not us?

Uh... And it uh,

it didn't cross your mind
to give me a heads up?

And Alice, Gord's associate
at Rubicon Travel, another liar.

They're breeding. Why do I still
hate it when people

hide things from me?
I should be used to it by know.

Yeah. Me too.

Look, I'm a travel agent
with Rubicon.

Gord hired me on LinkedIn,
I already told you all of that.

Come on, Alice.
We know who Gord is.

He works for CSIS,
Toronto Region.

Tango-Romeo, alright? We know.

Look, Gord was
an intelligence officer.

Operation name Bear Trap,
I could go on.

If Gord was something
other than what I know...

can't help you.

Okay, let me put it
another way, then.

If your travel agent boss, Gord,

made some foreign enemies

during his international
experiences,

we'd like to hear about them.

I've never seen a situation
so dismal

that a policeman
couldn't make it worse.

Brendan Behan,
famed Irish playwright.

He's one of my favourites.

Well, then, maybe you should
go have Behan's favourite meal

and talk about this case.

I just, I have nothing left
to tell you, Detective.

Not everyone reads stage plays
from the 50s,

you know that, right?
- Aw, come on.

Everyone knows that
Behan's favourite meal

was the spaghetti
at the Royal York,

washed down with a bucket
of champagne, of course.

Yeah, travel agent Alice
was giving us a clue.

Yes, Mr. Greene
booked this room

multiple times over
the last six months.

He was very particular.

Nice view.

Always this room?

Always.

Okay. Thank you, sir.

Union Station.

Biggest travel connection
point in the city.

Maybe Gord and Alice were
surveilling someone from here?

Can I help you, officers?

Well, you don't seem
surprised to see us.

I'm from Russia.

This stuff?
Happens all the time.

Okay. Who are you?

Oh, Yuri Petrov.

Laser eye guy.

I sell equipment
all around the world,

but I live in Germany now.

Oh. Don't tell anyone,

but I love this city the most.

The Wagner guys are great,
they show me a good time.

Gordon Greene. You met him?

Hm. Is he an eye guy?

No, he's not an eye guy,

he works for CSIS.
Or at least, he did.

- What is that?
- Ah, cut the crap.

Gord Greene was
a Canadian intelligence officer

who, two nights ago,
booked the adjoining room

and yesterday, was found dead.

- Hm.
- Were you sent here

to assassinate
a Canadian citizen

and make it look
like a heart attack?

As my daughter would say,
"This has been real."

Na zdrovya.

But given that you
broke into my room,

and unless you're here
to arrest me for a crime,

I have a dinner booked.

Ruth's Chris.

One of my favourites.

Did you know that every plate
they serve the steak on

is heated to 500 degrees?

I, oh... What a country!

Is he smart?

Henry? Hell yeah, he's smart,

he's very smart.

We're not close, though.
I don't know him so well.

How come?

Half-brothers,
similar lines of work.

I'd have thought you'd have
common interests.

Well, he's got this wild
theory about his mother's death,

and our father contributing
to that death.

It drove a wedge between us.

Interesting.

Alice, hi!

Nice work with the detectives.
You did well.

How long have you been
watching me?

I'm always watching.

I need to know what they know.

It's not personal.

We'll be in touch.

His bio checks out.

Yuri Petrov, 47,
works in international sales

of laser eye equipment.
Travels to Toronto

at least eight times a year,
but the problem is,

Yuri Petrov didn't exist
before ten years ago.

So Yuri's a new identity.
Who was he before?

Mark ran him through
facial recognition,

and the only thing
that came up is this.

Mikhail Orlov, 26.

One of three Vladivostok State
students selected

to attend a prestigious
nuclear physics program

in Akademgorodok, and there's
nothing on him after that.

So, what's he doing
at the Royal York Hotel

next door to a CSIS operative?

That's a good question,
and we asked him that,

and he was less than
forthcoming.

He told us that he had
a daughter, though.

Might be why he comes to town
so often.

Saskia Petrov, 19.

Second year in residence
at St. Michael's College.

- Maybe she's part of his cover.
- Maybe she's his weak spot.

Yeah, my dad's in town
this week for some

laser eye conference thing,

so, you wanna know
what he does, talk to him.

Saskia, do you know
the term "Bear Trap"?

Isn't that like a kind
of donut?

Oh wait, no. that's a Bear Claw.

And one more question.
Have you met this man?

Oh wait.

I met this dude,
that's Drinks Guy!

- Drinks Guy?
- Yeah, a couple of months ago,

my roommate was dragging me
to this protest rally thing,

I, don't ask me why.
I do not care for politics.

But anyways, this guy stopped us
outside of residence

and gave us like ten
drink tickets for the local bar.

So...
- You went drinking.

Best part, there was a legit
bomb threat at the rally,

so it was like, win-win.

- You talked to my daughter?
- We did.

And, unlike you,
she does remember

meeting Gordon Greene.
In fact, two months ago,

he diverted her to a bar,

saved her from a bomb threat
at a rally.

He must have heard some chatter
about that through his work.

He was protecting your daughter,
because she's an asset.

And if she's an asset,
so are you.

See, we looked into
your reservation

at the Royal York Hotel,

turns out that every time
you booked a room there,

well, Gord took
the adjoining one.

You weren't spying on Gord,
you were working with him.

We also know
about the novichok B-93.

And only the Russians
are using it,

because nobody else has it.

Gord wasn't killed
by the Russians.

Okay, Yuri. Mikhail.

Either which way, we just want
to know what's going on here.

And if you tell us,
I might just know a guy in CSIS

who can protect you.

You don't threaten a Russian.

Okay, so you're free to go.

You might as well pull
your daughter from Psych 101

and drive her out to a motel
in Red Deer,

and hope to God
that it's not bear season.

I was working on the project
with Gord and his associate.

It was a complex project,
many years in the making.

They still couldn't decide
whether to trust me or not,

so last month,
as a show of good faith,

I procured a 10-millilitre
sample of a certain...

substance.

You brought the sample
last month?

Yeah. It was sealed,
it was safe.

I gave it directly
to Mr. Greene,

he paid me my fee in return.

Said he would take it straight
to the lab downtown.

So, if after a month later,

anyone should use that sample
to murder Gordon Greene.

It was someone
in his own institution.

You want a warrant for CSIS?

Are you out of your mind?
It's never going to happen.

They have an incredible level
of protection.

We don't need a warrant
for CSIS.

What we do need
is a production order

for Gord's personnel files

and the continuity file
on the novichok.

- Oh, is that all?
- We need to know

if the nerve agent
that killed our victim

was tampered with in any way.
See who might have handled it.

I thought the dead guy
was a travel agent?

It's a big swing, okay?
We know that.

But we also know that you
took a run at CSIS before,

and you won.

CSIS does not have the power
to arrest or detain,

therefore the role of the police
is integral

to upholding law within
that organization.

I'm flattered, you're reading
my old case files.

I was young and stupid.

Okay well,
this'll be a breeze,

what with all the uh,
the wisdom you've gathered,

now that you've got
a little grey in your beard.

Ha. This, this grey?

It's because of you two.

A search is required
of the premises, okay.

We're here,
anything we can do to help.

We're on the same side, right?

Mike here will accompany you
to the lab,

and I'll have my assistant
pull up Gordon Greene's files.

- Thank you, Director.
- You are most welcome.

You accepted
the sample?

Yes, I accepted
the sample personally.

No one else handled it.

Okay. Can we see it, please?

No, I had it shipped to Ottawa

the day after we received it.

They're testing it there.

Sample received unknown.

8 millilitres,
no, it was 8 millilitres

when it left the building,

but it was 10 millilitres
when it entered.

It was 8 millilitres
when I got it.

No, there must be
some mistake.

I measured multiple times.

Who dropped off the sample?
Was it Gordon Greene?

Our Associate Director
brought it in. Miles Graff.

Redacted, redacted.

Gordon Greene worked at blank

from 2000 and blank
to 2000 and we'll never know.

Uh, here we have his annual
physical, looks normal.

Mental health,
stress and standard polygraph

from August 24.
Inconclusive and deleted.

Polygraph,
was that the last one?

There's one from October 24.
Also inconclusive and deleted.

Who ordered it,
and who deleted it?

You sure you're up for this?

I just don't understand
why you would tamper with it.

I didn't tamper with anything, alright?

Last month, Gord came
in with the sample

and I walked it over to the lab.

Yeah, and by then,
it was 2 millilitres short

of what Yuri had delivered.

Who's to say that Yuri
had 10 in the first place?

You really going to trust
the word of some wannabe

double agent trying
to turn a trick?

Come on, Henry. Do better.
- Oh, d-d-don't do that,

just stop right there!
Somebody killed your guy

using this stuff.
Now, I know it, you know it--

Okay.

Look, we went through
Gordon's personnel file.

It's heavily redacted,
as you well know,

and we are curious about
the two polygraph tests

conducted this year.
Both deemed inconclusive,

both deleted.
- Well, sometimes,

polygraph tests are deleted to
protect sensitive information.

Okay. So, what information
are we talking, exactly?

Not in your production order,
and very much need to know.

Oh my God, need to know.
You said it.

He always says that
when he's covering for someone,

usually it's our father.

May we speak with
the polygraphist directly?

I'm afraid
that won't be possible.

- Why?
- Daphne retired, moved away.

The last I heard,
she was abroad living in Paris.

There's no record
of a Daphne Roblin in Paris.

The best lie is closest
to the truth.

Especially when it comes
to my brother,

who's surprisingly bad at it.

Daphne is in Paris.

Paris, Ontario,
23 Pinebank Road.

It's an hour outside the city.

Where are you going?

You follow that lead,
I need to find out

why Inspector McDougall sent us
to that crime scene. Boss?

I don't want anything
to do with it.

CSIS, politics, back-scratching.

I'm done.

I get it.

And I didn't even like Gord.

Why would I care if he was dead?

- Why didn't you like Gord?
- Because he was a liar.

I mean, they're all liars,
that's the job.

But I'm polygraph, you don't lie
to polygraph. That's just dumb.

- So what did he lie about?
- Doesn't matter.

They said it was a,
"he said, she said" thing.

But when Miles Graff told me
to deem Gord's tests,

tests I conducted,
inconclusive and delete them?

That was it for me.
Pension, see ya, bye-bye.

You, you said it was a,
"he said, she said".

But I'm guessing that the "she"
was also polygraphed?

And was that test also deemed
inconclusive and deleted?

- Officially, yes.
- And unofficially?

Daphne, have you ever...

said something about a man
and not been believed?

You know that's
none of your business.

You're right.

But this woman
that you spoke to.

- Mm-hmm.
- Did you believe her?

Yes.

Then don't let them
cover it up.

Have you ever had sexual
relations while at work?

Yes.

- Alice.
- With whom?

Gordon Greene.

Anyone else?

No.

Have you ever used
an illegal drug while at work?

Um, I'm not sure.

Can you clarify?

Uh, well, three times now
after an assignment,

he would pour us drinks.

The first time I was excited,
so I just drank it.

I woke up in his car,

my nose was bleeding
and I couldn't walk.

The second two times I said no,
so he did it anyway.

Did what?

He would pin me down
and have sex with me.

I knew it was coming
when he would

take his wedding ring off.

I said no, obviously,

but he said it was clear
I wanted it,

that this was the fun part,
this is the rush,

this is the job
we signed up for.

Did you make a complaint?

I did.

Many times.

That's why I'm here.

So, what do you hope
to accomplish?

What he did was a crime.

I know it. He knows it.

Everyone does.

So I don't know,
maybe they transfer him,

maybe this guy doesn't work
with another young woman alone.

And I never have to see
his face again.

So sad, huh?

Gordon was a young man.

You gotta take care of yourself.

I mean, I get it.

Stressful,
being out in the field.

I miss it, though. I do.

Secrecy. Power.

Interesting.
I don't get that feeling.

You know, somehow,
I doubt that.

Either way,
I think it's best for everyone

if we keep all those feelings,

all that messy complexity, inside.

You gotta take care of yourself.

My god.

You're still living
with our old man.

No.

I just come by at night.

Dad's been sick,
not that you would know.

No.

What I do know is that
there's only one thing

in this world that you love
more than our father.

- Our country?
- Ah. Good one,

but no, it's more
pedestrian than that.

Golf.

According to the folks
down at Westview,

you uh, like to tee off
with Inspector Jamie McDougall

every Thursday at 7 a.m.

- So?
- So McDougall's the one

that brought us into this mess.

He's 44 Division,
he called us in.

I got thinking about it when
you sent us to Paris, Ontario.

Why'd you send us there?
And why'd you even tell us

about the nerve agent
in the first place?

Why'd you want us involved?
- I didn't.

Oh please, Miles.
It's been a long day.

You knew you couldn't
do it yourself, I get it.

You work in the shadows,
it's all very need to know,

but we're here now,
just you and me.

So admit it. You can't sound
the alarm yourself.

But you know I can.
And screw the consequences,

I will speak truth to power,
no matter what it costs me,

and it has cost me a lot.

But, do me a favour.

Do not lie to me again.

Tom!

Hey I, I put all your
calendar files on here for you,

thought it would be easier.

Thanks, man. We good?

Yeah, yeah. You know,
I saw my brother

again last night.
He doesn't have much,

but he's all over
Gord's polygraphs.

I thought you had
the files deleted.

- Yeah, I did.
- Okay, then we're good.

Yeah. Oh, as long as you
deleted the backups

on the server.
I don't have access to that.

Tom, I told you
that at the time.

Okay. Then I did it.

Good.

Gordon Greene.

Did we delete the backups
of the last two polygraphs?

Uh, I'm gonna have
to go check the files.

I don't want you to check
the files, Jat.

I just want them gone, yeah?

If they're not gone,
then make them gone.

You can do that for me, right?

Why are we here again?

Uh, it's just protocol,
show of good faith.

I know you both are busy,
we appreciate you coming down.

It's right this way.

Alice?

What are you doing here?

I honestly have no idea.

Uh, coffee? Tea? Water?

No, we're good, we're just
a little rushed, is all.

Thank you. Alright.

"Gordon Greene. Did we delete

the backups of the last two
polygraphs?"

"Uh, I'm gonna have to go
check the files."

"I don't want you to check
the files, Jat.

I just want them gone, yeah?

If they're not gone,
then make them gone.

You can do that for me, right?"

"Yeah. I'm doing it
right now."

Spring cleaning, eh?

Sounds like you unlawfully

recorded the Director of CSIS
Toronto Region

without his knowledge
or consent.

Now, how and why
would I do that?

I have no goddamn idea.

Well, that's okay.
'Cause we do.

You were trying to destroy

evidence of repeated sexual
assault in your department.

Your man in the field,
Gordon Greene,

raped his junior officer
multiple times

while on assignment.
Alice reported the incidents,

and you did nothing. Look.

Maybe this is none
of my business.

You've got an intelligence
service to run,

and forget about feelings.

Well, you're right about
one thing.

It's none of your business.

You have no idea
what we're working with.

Millions of dollars spent,

alliances years in the making,
so feelings?

They're not always top of mind.

So what,
just collateral damage?

Yes, sometimes.

That's a lot
of collateral damage,

multiple sexual assaults,

and now the murder
of one of your own people.

They're not feelings.
They're facts.

And then there's you,
sitting behind your desk.

Covering it all up.
- My job is to stay focused

on success.

Will our long cultivated
Russian asset

actually do what he says
he can do,

and help us get four
Canadian journalists

out of Lefortovo prison
in Moscow

before they simply disappear?

You sacrificed Alice Temple

to maybe, possibly,

perhaps someday extricate

four Canadian journalists
from Russia?

I didn't sacrifice Alice.
She's fine.

She's sitting right here.

Anyway, it's all very,
"he said, she said".

No. It was, "she said,
she said, she said,"

I said! Over and over again,
and nobody cared!

So maybe, you made
a different choice.

Get rid of Gordon Greene,
and this whole mess goes away.

What, you think
I killed Gordon Greene?

No.

Sadly, it's worse.

I think...

you drove a young woman
with a bright future

to the point that
she had no other option,

but to take the life
of a man who was abusing her.

You used the wedding ring,
we tested it.

The wedding ring that Gord
would slip off his finger

into his pocket every time
he assaulted you.

A month ago, you extracted
the sample of the novichok,

maybe while Gord
was in the shower.

And then you waited,
for the next time,

because you knew
there would be a next time.

And when that time came,
you applied it to the ring.

At best, it would look like
a heart attack,

at worst, it would look like
he was killed by the Russians.

Alice. It's okay.

I could not go in a room
with that man again.

I love my country,
and I love this job.

But I could not,
I would not do this anymore.

Given the circumstances,

we would opt for a charge
of manslaughter.

No trial, no publicity.

And Alice will plead out
quietly.

Tom will resign.
- Jesus.

CSIS will keep
its public trust intact.

And Bear Trap will continue.

Are you out of your mind?

We will roll a new agent
right into place--

- No.
- No one will bat an eyelid.

No!

Oh my God.

You're going to take my job.

You planned this!

Alice.

I need you to come with me.

How long you been
cooking all this up?

- Whatever do you mean?
- Lives are ruined.

The only one walking away clean
from this is... is you.

I was wrong, you are a bit
of an outdoor cat.

We both wanted justice, Henry,
and we got it.

You wanted your boss's job,
and you used me to get it.

That's not how I see it.

You know what I think?

I think you're excellent
at your job,

and I think that we do
good work together.

Come on, Henry,
we're grown now.

Honestly, what is it gonna take
for you to let it go?

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