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(curious music)

(bell dings)

- 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.

(curious music)

- 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.

(ominous music)

- 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.

(door opens)
- 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.

(Murdoch): 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.
(door opens)

Why does that name ring a bell?

(door closes)
- It's an alias of Terrence--

(both): 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.

(tense music)

(theme music)

- 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.

(mysterious music)

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?

(ominous music)

- Mr. Turner? Mr. Turner?

He's certainly not at home.

- No.
- No signs of disturbance.

Hm.

Appears he was making...

...some sort of sweet
buttercream.

- 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.

(Watts inhales sharply)
- 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?

(curious music)

(soft whirring)

- 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?

(mysterious music)

- You took that
from the crime scene.

That DuMaurier woman threatened
to shoot anyone helping Meyers.

- I'm not helping him. Yet.

(mysterious music)

- 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.

(Meyers): 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.

(tense music)

(hooves clopping)

(tense music continues)

- Hello?

Agent Meyers? It's Murdoch.

(footsteps approaching)

- 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.

(gas hissing)

- What the...?
- Sir.

(coughing)

(coughing)

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.

(scoffing)
- Bloody hell.

(Brackenreid chuckles)

- 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.

(scoffs)
- 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.

(mysterious music)

(bell on door chimes)

- 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.

(curious music)

- 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.

(Brackenreid): 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.

(grunting)

Little more.

Uh!

(panting)
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.

(tense music)

- 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.

(door opens)

- With me.

(sighs)

(buzzing)
- 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.

(tense music)

- 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.

(train horn blaring)

(train rattling)

(snoring)

- Tickets.

- Murdoch, we've got company.

- Thank you. Tickets.

(Murdoch grunts)

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.

(whispers): He didn't
have a face.

- Ah.

(playful music)

- 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?

(whispers): The British
Columbians.

- I suspect this conspiracy
may run deeper.

Mr. MacKenzie, you can go home.

Miss Hart,
I could use your help.

(tense music)

- Still behind us, sir.

Shall we lose him?

(gasps)

- Ah!

(train horn blaring)

(grunting)

Where is he?!

- Who?!

- Agent Meyers!

- I have no idea!

- Give him up,
or you die right now!

- No!
(associate grunts)

(thudding, grunting)

(shouting)

- No!

(grunting)

- Ah!

(struggling grunts)

- Ahh!

(thudding)
- Ahh!

(thudding, grunting)

- Ahh!
(thudding)

- Sir!

(struggling grunts)

- Murdoch, tunnel!

- Ah!

- Oof.

Not the most comfortable
journey.

(scoffs)
- Not as painful as ours.

- Take us to Glensmere, please.

And, uh, quickly.

(clock tower chiming)

- 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.

(tense music)

- 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.

(Brackenreid): 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!

(phone ringing)

- Don't move.

(phone ringing)

- Glensmere. Watts?

(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.

(suspenseful music)

- 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.

(screaming)
- Good God! Timothy!

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

(grunting)

(crowd gasping)

- 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.

(men murmuring)
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!

(door opens)

- 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!

(cheering, applause)

(inspiring music)

- Oh!
(grunts)

(suspenseful music)

(grunting)

- Ugh! Ugh!

(groaning)

(grunting, thudding)

- Well done, sir.

- Something I learned
in Shawinigan.

- As you can see, gentlemen...

(crowd gasps)

...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?

(chuckling)

(heavy accent): 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.

(birds chirping)

- 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.

(mysterious music)

(coughing)

- 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...

(door closes)
...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.

(theme music)

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