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I'd like to report something, eh?

-Regarding what? -It's my neighbour,

Mr. Turner. Real nuisance.

You're reporting him for being a nuisance?

No. I'm reporting that he's missing.

-When did you last see him? -Oh, about an hour ago.

Only an hour?

Perhaps he went out.

Perhaps he went out.

Oh, yeah, no, see, I-I saw him an hour ago

in the yard and he invited me over for a cup of tea,

but I didn't go over right away on account as I had to go home,

hang up my broom and change my trousers.

You were sweeping in your yard?

No. Oh, I see where we went wrong there.

No, it was on account of I was coming home from the rink.

-Curling. -After I changed my trousers,

I went on over, and the place was empty.

You just walked into your neighbour's house?

Did you have a key? -No, no.

We don't lock our doors around here.

Well, we don't lock our doors back home,

but Toronto's a big city.

Surely people lock their doors out here.

No, I lose my keys too often.

Why don't you lead the way and show me

where you last saw the missing man.

Ah, Detective, I could take it from here.

No need. I want to ask him where he curls.

I've been looking to join a new rink.

-Sir? -Ah!

What brings you out to a crime scene?

Two dead, and Inspector Choi's on leave.

-Oh? Something wrong? -I don't know.

Unfinished business back in New York was all he said.

So I'm filling in for him. Shall we?

Right.

Are you finished?

Cover him up.

Ah, two dead, both by gunshot wounds

to the back of the head. Died within the hour.

No evidence of any trauma, besides the obvious.

I'll take the bodies to the morgue and complete

the postmortems. -Thank you, Miss Hart.

They're insurance salesmen.

A denied claim, personal grievance?

I'm not finding any insurance files, sir,

just newspapers and articles.

These articles are all about the new American president,

Woodrow Wilson.

Murdoch...

have a look at this.

Ash, sir?

On top of the blood,

suggesting it was dropped after the crime.

Detective,

this man has been asking to speak with you.

He says he's witnessed the shooting.

Thank you, Miss Hart. And what did you see, sir?

I'm sorry to say I'm blind, sir.

Uh... Oh. Uh, what did you witness?

I heard the gunshots. Two.

-When was that? -Little over

a half an hour ago.

Shortly after, the door opened.

One person, walking east,

then turning north at the corner.

He was a tall man wearing hard shoes.

How do you know he was tall?

By the speed of his steps and the distance travelled,

I could discern the length of his gait.

Ooh, that's impressive. Anything else?

Yes. I smelled cigar smoke.

Maybe explains the ash in the blood.

Sir, if you could give your name and address

to this constable, just in case we have any more questions.

Thank you.

Interesting.

Three desks, two dead men.

Oh, I should have known.

What is it?

The insurance salesman whose desk this is,

Lyle Anderson.

Lyle Anderson.

Why does that name ring a bell?

It's an alias of Terrence...

Meyers.

That's correct, gentlemen.

This office was an undercover operation

being run by Terrence Meyers.

And you are?

Agent DuMaurier, Canadian Intelligence.

I'm a colleague of Mr. Meyers and, unfortunately,

I can confirm he is the one who killed these men.

You're accusing Agent Meyers of murdering these two men?

No. I'm simply informing you of his guilt.

We found his gun disposed of nearby.

Oh. May we see it,

just to ensure that it's a match?

Hm. No need.

Thank you for your help, gentlemen,

but the Canadian government can take it from here.

Uh, just hold your horses, Miss DuMaurier.

-Ms. -Beg your pardon?

You do not know my marital status.

Therefore, I am neither Miss, or Mrs.

You will refer to me by the modern revival

of the more comprehensive term for my sex,

M-S, pronounced "mizz."

Well, "Mizz" DuMaurier,

you will not be taking custody of these bodies,

and you will not be taking over our case

until you tell "uzz" what "izz" going on.

Fine. We'll need to speak in private.

Agent Meyers and his team, the two dead men,

were charged with a top-secret intelligence assignment.

What kind of assignment?

I've just described its nature.

Top-secret, Mr...?

Brackenreid. Chief Constable Brackenreid.

Mr. Brackenreid, would you like me to define

the words "top" and "secret,"

or can we proceed with the mutual understanding

that you won't be privy to any further information?

Go on.

The members of Mr. Meyers' team were working under

civilian aliases,

Lyle Anderson et Alia.

But for the purposes of the Canadian government,

they were known by their code names:

Agents X, Y, and Zed.

Our intelligence confirmed that Agent X

is a traitor compromised by a foreign government

and is no longer working for Canada.

Agent X is the code name for Terrence Meyers.

Ms. DuMaurier...

if there's one thing I've learned over the years,

it's that Terrence Meyers would give his life for Canada.

Well, he may have been loyal to Canada

when Laurier was in power, but he has never seen

eye to eye with Robert Borden.

His career stagnated.

He became embittered and now he's a rogue agent.

He became a rogue agent

and killed two men just to further his career?

All I can say is that he's a traitor,

Mister... Brackenreid.

Right.

A traitor and a killer.

And now he's on the run.

I know that you're friendly with him, Detective Murdoch.

So, please, heed this warning.

Mr. Meyers is no longer Canadian.

He's an enemy.

And he will be shot on sight,

as will anyone else helping him. Do you understand?

Mr. Turner? Mr. Turner?

He's certainly not at home.

-No. -No signs of disturbance.

Hm.

Appears he was making...

...some sort of sweet butter cream.

Oh, that's his chocolate refrigerator cake.

What is chocolate refrigerator cake?

Ah, it's a kinda sweet square from Nanaimo.

Gord's always serving them, but I can't stand

the darn things. A dessert ya cook

in the refrigerator. What good's that gonna do for ya?

Hm. It has two layers?

No, three. That there's missing the chocolate.

And he makes it regularly?

Invites me over every week.

Don't know why. I don't know why I keep coming.

Uh, we don't have a thing to talk about, him and I.

These Westerners, I tell ya.

Always going on about how big their trees are.

He was out of butter.

Pardon?

He was about to make the top layer,

and left this to set, which would only take

10 or 20 minutes, I should think.

He has plenty of cocoa and sugar,

but he was out of butter. Where's the nearest shop?

We've always known Meyers to be a little bit dodgy,

but a killer?

Well, sir, as you know, with Terrence Meyers,

nothing is ever as it seems.

You don't think he did it?

I don't know what to think.

What is that?

It's marked "WM."

I assume that Meyers left it for me to find.

What in the world?

You took that from the crime scene.

That DuMaurier woman threatened to shoot anyone helping Meyers.

I'm not helping him. Yet.

This is the message?

It's gibberish.

I believe it's a Caesar shift cipher.

Now, if we shift each of the letters...

two positions back in the alphabet, we get...

H.

"Murdoch help me."

The remaining letters are...

D...

And the numbers?

Well, they're interspersed, seemingly at random,

which tells me that some of these numbers are nulls.

What does that mean?

Some of the numbers are relevant,

but others aren't, therefore they are nulls.

But they've been included in order to confuse

whomever may be trying to decipher this message.

Well, how do we know which ones matter?

Assuming Meyers left a message for me

and then the nulls would be numbers only I would know.

Numbers you've seen in the past?

Precisely.

No. Uh, apparently the message is not encoded

in any cipher we know, so...

I need your help, Murdoch.

Is that right?

11:15, 5, 12, 2473.

How do you remember that?

That leaves...

4, 0...

20 Duke Street?

The Duke Hotel, room 404.

What do you plan to do?

Agent Meyers has asked for my help.

I plan to hear him out.

Are you sure about this, Murdoch?

I have a long history with him.

It's the least I can do.

Well, so do I. I'll go with you.

Although I would prefer that, it's much too dangerous, sir.

If this Agent DuMaurier does shoot to kill,

there's no point in her shooting both of us.

Hm.

Hm.

Hello?

Agent Meyers? It's Murdoch.

Oh! Bloody hell, Murdoch.

What are you trying to do? Kill me?

Sir, I thought I'd been followed.

Oh... -I couldn't let you come here

on your own. Where's Meyers?

I have no idea.

-What the...? -Sir.

You all right, sir?

I think so.

Ah. Sorry about that, gentlemen.

Terrence Meyers.

I maintain this safe house,

as described on that card you found,

for situations just like this.

And as I was watching you arrive from a blind across the street

to ensure that you weren't being followed, uh, well,

I saw that you were and I had no choice.

No choice but to gas us?

I knew Murdoch was being followed.

I didn't know it was by you, so my apologies, Tom.

What is going on here?

Did you kill those two men this morning?

I did not. But whoever did kill them

wanted me dead, as well. The only reason I'm not

is that I was out getting lunch.

Who were those two?

My team.

We were conscripted by Prime Minister Borden himself.

To do what?

Gentlemen, Robert Borden crafted a scheme so sensitive

it couldn't be put to paper.

The only people that knew about it were myself

and my team.

What's the scheme?

As you know, the Americans have elected

a new president, Woodrow Wilson.

He's a weak and inexperienced leader

with a background in academics.

He calls himself a political scientist,

whatever that means.

Borden saw in him an opportunity,

an opportunity to leverage his weakness

for the glory of Canada, as he called it.

Meaning?

Meaning,

Prime Minister Borden wishes to annex

the United States of America.

Bloody hell.

Our first target was Maine.

We launched a campaign of disinformation.

We sent dozens of Canadian sleeper agents

across the border into Maine

to spread anti-American sentiment.

It was actually quite easy for them.

Unlike implanting an agent in, say, Russia,

the people in Maine couldn't tell the difference

between Americans and those that were secretly Canadian.

Still, this is completely mad.

It is, indeed. And that was just the beginning.

Once Maine was in our possession,

his plan was to annex the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

From there, the Pacific states.

Once all that was in place, he was to deliver an ultimatum

to the United States to become the tenth province of Canada.

I'm all for expanding

the Commonwealth, but it will never work.

We'd be crushed like ants.

It was a 12-year plan.

Borden dubbed it Project 1925,

but the operation was discovered and mercifully shut down.

This Miss DuMaurier believes your gun

was used in the murders.

Hm. She's lying.

Why?

Opportunism, most likely.

She always wanted me out of the way

to clear her path to the top.

-Then who killed your men? -I don't know.

But I do know that Agent Y wrote a Code Red report.

He told me about its existence,

but I didn't have a chance to read it.

I suspect whatever is in that report

will describe why he and Agent Zed are now dead.

In other words,

if we can access that report, it'll identify the killer.

Where is it?

He dropped it into a secret safe in our office.

I was unable to retrieve it before the police arrived.

The place is crawling with DuMaurier's associates.

They'll shoot you on sight.

I'll go.

Gentlemen, only three people know how to access that safe.

Two of them are now dead.

The only way to access that report

is to get me back into that office.

Mr. Turner was in there a few hours ago

buying a pound of butter.

He's not still in there, I suppose.

He is not, but he never made it home.

No signs of foul play on the way from the house to the shop.

Is it possible he took a different route?

Oh, no, it's only a little ways.

Take the same road home for sure.

Mm-mm. Perhaps something drew him away

from his usual path. -Oh.

Ooh!

Oh, dear.

Uh-oh.

You don't think that's Gord's butter there?

I'm afraid I do.

Oh.

Blood.

I believe Mr. Turner was attacked here.

How do you suggest we sneak you past

a phalanx of intelligence men who intend to kill you?

Phalanx, good word.

First, we need someone withstanding

to create a diversion.

Oh! So, uh, I'm playing a part in this.

I need your help, Tom.

And then Murdoch and I will take a page

out of one of my agent's notebooks, agent Zed.

He taught me new levels of deception.

What kind of deception?

The art of disguise.

It is remarkable.

I could barely recognize you.

Yeah. Agent Zed was a brilliant man,

taught me a great deal. Too bad he's dead.

Agent DuMaurier.

There's Chief Constable.

I have good news.

My men have found Terrence Meyers.

He's being held at Station House Four.

You two, with me. Please.

-It worked. -All right.

It worked. Let's go.

Oi, cleaners.

All right.

Ready. One, two, three.

Little more.

Uh!

That should do it.

Now you see why I couldn't access it without you.

State-of-the-art safe. Unmovable.

The office was built around it.

Oh. A-And how is it, exactly,

that no one can access it except you?

Well, the code is not a series of numbers,

but rather a metric of my biology.

Oi, Roberts.

Take Agent DuMaurier here to see Mr. Meyers.

But, sorry, sir. We tried to send you a message.

Why? What's happened?

Agent Meyers has escaped.

What?!

We don't know how he did it. I'm sorry, Sir.

This is inexcusable, Mr. Brackenbridge.

I'll have every constable in the city looking for him.

We'll find him immediately.

Isn't that right, Roberts?!

Well, go on! -Uh. Right. Sir.

Right away, sir.

With me.

Oh!

Incredible.

It can read your thumb mark.

Precisely. Ah-ha.

Code Red file.

How does it work?

Uh, uses a Nipkow disc, or some such thing.

I don't pretend to understand it.

I'm familiar with Nipkow discs.

Nikola Tesla and I used them to create "tele-vision."

Where do you think we got the idea?

Have you been monitoring me?

Murdoch, the government is always monitoring you.

Let's go.

The DuMaurier woman was not happy.

I think she smells a rat.

Does the Code Red identify the killer?

-Not by name. -What does it say?

The Americans have found out about Project 1925.

So the Americans killed your agents.

Almost certainly. And their plans for retribution

are not over.

They are going to blow up Glensmere.

Glensmere?

The residence of Prime Minister Robert Borden.

So the Prime Minister's life is in grave

and immediate danger.

We need to alert his aides in Ottawa immediately.

Not just yet.

The report also references a Canadian operative

working for the Americans.

That Agent DuMaurier woman.

It's possible. It's also possible

she didn't fabricate evidence against me

to use to further her career. It's possible that the traitor

is someone else. It's possible... -Which means we can't

trust anyone. -Precisely.

So it's up to us to save the Prime Minister?

We're going to Ottawa.

Directly. The report says the attack will happen today.

Her associates will likely be watching

all of the train stations

and they have orders to shoot you on sight.

By now, DuMaurier knows we've accessed the safe.

Her agents will have descriptions of both us

and our disguises.

Well, then, we'll have to make sure

they don't see you at all.

Are you sure this is our best idea?

Do you have a better one?

-How am I to breathe? -I've cut an air hole.

We're your accomplices, Meyers.

Our lives are in danger, as well.

This journey will hardly be a picnic for us.

Oh. Fine.

Tickets.

Murdoch, we've got company.

Thank you. Tickets.

Beg your pardon, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Tickets, please.

Thank you. Tickets.

That's one of DuMaurier's associates.

We'll get these up all over the neighbourhood

and hopefully find Mr. Turner safe and sound.

Well, let's hope so.

He is a nuisance, but he is my neighbour.

Detective. Who is this man?

Uh, local resident, Gord Turner. He's gone missing.

-Mm-hmm. -That hair is... particular.

A cowlick, I believe. Uh, prominent?

Oh, that's right. No amount of pomade

could keep that straight.

I just today saw a man whose hair looked like this.

Did he resemble the rest of this depiction?

I don't know.

He didn't have a face.

Ah.

So, what do we do?

Well, if he's just watching, we wait.

He's carrying a gun.

That could be a problem.

Let's take a walk.

Ah. Excuse me.

-Oh! -Excuse me.

This is from the crime scene.

As you can see, the hair is styled the same.

Indeed.

Mr. MacKenzie, I apologize for asking you to look at this,

but is this your neighbour, Mr. Turner?

Oh, dear me.

That's Gord, for sure. -You're certain?

I lived right next to the man for over 15 years, Detective.

I may not have cared for some of his eccentricities.

I knew him like my own brother, and that right there,

that's his cowlick. No doubt about it.

-I'm sorry for your loss. -Thank you, ma'am.

Detective, I don't know what this means precisely,

but this was one of the men

killed in the double homicide this morning.

The murders Agent Meyers has been accused of?

That's right. I'm not apprised with the details,

but apparently the dead men

are Canadian Intelligence associates.

Spies?

You know, I shouldn't be a bit surprised.

I always thought they were up to something.

Who?

The British Columbians.

I suspect this conspiracy may run deeper.

Mr. MacKenzie, you can go home.

Miss Hart, I could use your help.

Still behind us, sir.

Shall we lose him?

Ah!

Where is he?!

Who?!

Agent Meyers!

I have no idea!

Give him up, or you die right now!

No!

No!

Ah!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Sir!

Murdoch, tunnel!

Ah!

Oof.

Not the most comfortable journey.

Not as painful as ours.

Take us to Glensmere, please.

And, uh, quickly.

Hello? Mr. Prime Minister, sir?

Sir. -Murdoch. Brackenreid.

Agent Meyers. Whatever are you doing here?

Terribly sorry for the intrusion, sir,

but the front door was open.

It's a matter of some urgency, sir.

I'll explain everything, but we must perform

a search of the house first.

Of course. Do as you must.

Sweep the house. I'll fill in the Prime Minister.

You look somehow different, sir. Thinner?

Oh! Yes, it must be the golf.

What exactly are we looking for?

Anything that could... blow up.

The Americans have killed two of our agents already

and they know about Project 1925.

They know about what?

They can be trusted, sir.

We found nothing, sir.

What exactly are you looking for?

A bomb.

I was just getting to that.

The Americans want you dead, sir.

Mr. Turner was in the middle of preparing

a refrigerator cake. He ran out of butter

and came here. He was possibly attacked there.

Then he went to an insurance office

where he was secretly working

as a Canadian Intelligence operative and was murdered.

Why did he decide to go to work

in the middle of making a cake?

After having invited his neighbour over

to share in said cake, no less.

-This is Princess Street. -Yes.

We're one block away from the insurance office

where the murders happened.

What if he wasn't

an intelligence operative at all?

You mean he was killed incidentally?

Yes. Perhaps it was a crime of opportunity.

The killer could have chosen anyone.

He wanted to make it appear that two of Meyers' agents

were dead when, in fact, only one was dead.

He journeyed half a block, killed Mr. Turner,

and took his body to the office

to make it look like he was one of the spies.

Meaning one of the supposedly dead agents is still alive.

-Yes. -What does that mean?

I don't know. But we need to tell Detective Murdoch.

So one of your agents, who is now dead,

discovered an American plot to do me in.

-Yes. -But there is no bomb.

There is not.

Then what on earth is going on?

Maybe your agent was wrong, Meyers.

Perhaps. Or perhaps the whole thing was a ruse.

A ruse? To what end?

There could be only one possible explanation.

Meyers?

What in God's name?

I'm sorry, gentlemen. This is our only way out.

The Prime Minister has to die.

Meyers, you cannot kill the Prime Minister!

I'm doing what I have to do.

Have you lost your mind?!

This whole Code Red was a ruse, wasn't it?

How it got into the safe I do not know,

but the intention was clear.

Lure everyone with knowledge of Project 1925

into one place so we could be eliminated.

That would include you two gentlemen.

-And the Prime Minister? -Nah, of course not.

Denying his knowledge of the project

is the only way to defend himself

and the rest of Canada from being destroyed

by the Americans. But he's the one that ordered us to die.

What on earth are you talking about?

I just got back from a golf trip!

Never should have trusted you, Borden.

Laurier was the glory of Canada. You, sir, are its shame.

Oh, now you listen here.

-I've heard enough. -Meyers!

You absolutely cannot kill the Prime Minister!

Either he dies, or we do!

Detective!

Constable Roberts, where's Detective Murdoch?

He's gone. He said in case of emergency,

he was to be reached here.

Glensmere?

Put... Put down the gun.

I mean you no harm, Meyers. I will do everything in my power

to ensure your safety.

For the love of God, man, what is Project 1925?!

-You really don't know? -No!

I don't think he's lying, Meyers. I believe him.

That's impossible.

We met but two months ago in your chambers,

face to face. -Two months ago,

I was in Europe!

Don't move.

Glensmere. Watts?

I don't understand what it means...

but one of the agents found dead this morning

wasn't an agent at all.

What are you saying?

One of the two dead men this morning wasn't an agent?

I believe one of the agents lured a passerby on the street,

killed the passerby, and then posed the body

in the office in place of himself,

effectively faking his own death.

The one named Kenneth Peterson.

So the agent named Kenneth Peterson

could still be alive.

That would explain how the fake Code Red

got into the safe.

Peterson is Agent Zed.

I thought he was working for you.

I thought he did. He must be a double agent.

Who are you?

-I'm... I'm... -It's Timothy. He's my aide.

I'm sorry, sir. The door was open

and-and I-I thought you'd still be in Parliament.

Why would I be in Parliament? We're not in session.

But you called an emergency cabinet meeting.

I did no such thing.

So if the Prime Minister didn't call a meeting, who did?

We clearly need to find out.

Mr. Prime Minister, look. That man!

He appears to be... you.

He's a dead ringer, isn't he?

That would be Agent Zed.

-The master of disguise. -He is the Borden I met with

to launch Project 1925.

I knew you looked different today, sir,

I just couldn't put my finger on it.

So what's he planning on doing in there?

I'm not sure. But we had better stop him.

Good God! Timothy!

I knew he was a traitor. We couldn't trust anyone. Go.

-What's going on? -Look away, dear, look away.

That would never happen if women ran Parliament.

For the first time since its founding,

our nation is under threat.

Thanks to Laurier and his obsession

with reciprocity,

our economy has become reliant

on our neighbours to the south.

Too reliant.

And that is why I, Robert Borden,

am introducing for the first time in Canadian history,

the War Measures Act.

This act, upon its passing,

will give our formidable country

the power to take our fate into our own hands.

Instead of waiting to be crushed under the boot heel of America,

Canada will strike first.

With a weakling in the White House,

our time is now.

First, we will take Maine, then Michigan

and Washington and Oregon.

Then we'll take Washington, D.C.

and the White House!

The U.S.A. will belong to Canada!

Stop!

That man is an imposter!

Who is this man?

I am Robert Borden, sir.

The Prime Minister of Canada.

That is absurd. I am Robert Borden.

Remove these men!

I am Agent Terrence Meyers.

Some of you know me, and I can assure you

this is the real Robert Borden.

I have this morning received a folio

from our intelligence service regarding Agent Meyers.

He is a rogue agent.

He is working for the Americans!

I would never.

Mr. Meyers is right.

This is the real Robert Borden

and this man is an imposter.

These... These are American agents

and they are sent to stand in the way of Canada's destiny.

Would a real Canadian try and stop us

from taking over America? No!

A real Canadian would support this act.

A real Canadian

would support the annexing of the United States of America

in order to become Canada's tenth province!

Don't listen to him, gentlemen. It's all a ruse.

That's right. We are Canadian.

I'm a police officer. A Canadian police officer.

This is the badge from the Buffalo,

New York Police Department.

What? No!

Someone must have taken mine a-and replaced it with this...

Remove these Americans and keep them detained.

They will be sent back to their country.

Get your hands off of me!

I am not American.

I was born in Nova Scotia.

My brother is a Mountie in British Columbia.

I've visited all of our fair provinces

and territories.

I've befriended the Algonquin and the Songhees.

And I have welcomed visitors

and immigrants from all over the globe.

Hear, hear!

I was a lumberjack.

Je parle français et anglais.

A toque is a hat, a chesterfield is a couch,

and it is most definitely pronounced zed!

Canada is the world's second-largest country,

but its citizens are second to none.

And I'm sure every Canadian here would agree with me

when I say we would never attack our neighbours.

I am Detective William Murdoch of the Toronto Constabulary,

and I am Canadian!

Oh!

Ugh! Ugh!

Well done, sir.

Something I learned in Shawinigan.

As you can see, gentlemen...

...this is the imposter.

And this is the Prime Minister of Canada.

That is right.

And if I have anything to say about it,

Canada will never be at war with America.

Beg your pardon, sir.

You were the ticket taker on the train.

That's how you were able to swap my badge.

That's right, Detective.

And the blind man.

Very impressive, Zed.

So wh-what happened? Agent Y found you out?

That's right.

His Code Red was about me.

But I was able to destroy it

and replace it with that ruse about blowing up Glensmere.

And then you killed him.

Along with an innocent civilian

so we would believe that you were dead, as well.

You intended on leading us

into a war we couldn't possibly win!

You know, I'm curious.

What did the Americans do to convince you

to turn your back on Canada, hm?

Or were you American all along?

Agent Meyers.

I am not Canadian.

Nor am I American.

Russian?

A good disguise

goes deeper than the skin.

Why does Russia want the USA to go to war with Canada?

Why not? We don't care who wins.

We just want you to fight so we can take what we want.

What does Russia want?

What do you think? Alaska.

-Alaska? -Of course.

Alaska is the jewel of the Arctic.

All this just so Russia could take back Alaska?

That's right.

With Alaska, Russia will control the Arctic.

And one day, after the West has fallen,

Russia will rule the world.

All we have to do is let you destroy yourselves.

Well, I must admit, DuMaurier,

I thought you were the one behind all of this.

I thought the same of you, Agent Meyers.

That's why I lied to the detective here

about your gun.

You threatened to kill me if I helped Agent Meyers.

Yes.

Well, I hope we can put aside all our differences

from here on out.

Canada cannot succeed if we're distrustful of one another.

We shall put aside our differences

for the good of the country.

Mm-hmm.

Do you really trust her?

I most certainly do not.

I don't know what she's up to, but I intend to find out.

It's delicious! Did you make these?

I did. A man died preparing this recipe

and I wanted to try it for myself.

Oh. Chocolate, coconut and custard

is quite the combination. -I have to agree.

What do you say they were called again?

It's chocolate refrigerator cake.

-Hmm. -From Nanaimo.

That's a better name, isn't it?

-What's that? -Nanaimo.

Yes! The Nanaimo...

...refrigerator cake.

Oh! Chief Constable.

I just thought I'd pop by and say congratulations,

Llewellyn. It appears you helped save the bloody country.

Hm! Who was after us this time?

Oh, I don't know. The Americans, the Russians,

the Welsh. Not that it makes any difference in the end.

Yes, well, I'm glad to know

Canada will endure,

though I can't take any credit myself.

-Why's that? -Well, I never would have

placed that telephone call in time to save the day

if one Mr. MacKenzie hadn't reported his neighbour

missing within an hour of his disappearance.

Whole country was saved because that man

was worried about his friend. -No, no, they weren't friends.

Just neighbours looking out for one another.

Perhaps there's a moral in that.

-Very good. -Hmm.

All right. Easy. Easy.

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