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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.

I stand before you today with gratitude in my heart

and a clear purpose.

My Veterans Reintegration Act for Canadian veterans

transitioning into civilian life.

Over 40,000 Canadians served in Afghanistan.

158 of them never came home.

But the sacrifice that our soldiers have made...

Will be exploited by me for my own political gain.

- Hey! - Canadian soldiers are among...

Do you want the remote or a tissue?

How can you fall for this crap, Tyler?

Because she's been there!

Trust me, Betty Reid is going to be Prime Minister one day.

She never even made Sergeant.

If Betty Reid runs this country, I'm outta here.

She should run her campaign on that.

Thank you...

and God bless our veterans.

Come on, let's go get drunk.

How long are you planning to stay?

Any weapons to be cleared?

Booth three.

Sir! I said booth three!

Passport.

And what is the purpose of your...?

Vacation.

Enjoy your trip.

Oh, um, we didn't order these.

Nope. He did.

I hear he's in the military.

Ooh! Okay.

Let's go thank him for his service.

Mm-hmm.

Let's go.

If I'm going to keep giving out shots,

I'd appreciate a little effort.

Getting rid of those two took effort.

Whoa!

Oh, my God!

Will!

Hey. You okay?

Stupid bartender must've over-served me.

Ta-da!

For my next trick, I'm gonna go have a smoke.

- Whew! - Maybe we should just not...

Those are some sad-looking carrots you made.

I could say the same about your beets.

Don't you bad-mouth my beets, Tyler Fremes.

What do you make of that guy?

He's been here for over two hours,

barely touched his food.

I make that he has nowhere else to go.

Go check on him. I'll cover your station.

Mm! I take it back. These are great!

Hello, hi.

Did you wanna go play in your room for a little bit?

Okay, I'll come upstairs in a bit, alright?

Oh!

Thank you.

For Christ's sakes, Betty. I've told you a dozen times.

- Our military needs your support. - With all due respect,

you want funding for weapons.

I want funding for the people who carry them.

Colonel! Do you mind if I steal my wife for a second?

Of course.

- I hate rum! - I know, I know,

and I love you, but right now, I do not care.

'Cause Diane Dumont is here,

owns three bottling plants,

and you're about to hit her up for 50K.

It's growing on me already.

- Who's that? - Uh, not sure.

But usually, the less dressed up they are,

- the more money they make. - Good.

Let's hope he owns a company that makes scotch.

Good set, bro.

Good haul, Tyler?

It'll keep me fed.

I don't know why people tip bartenders and not coat check.

It's because your tip jar is empty.

You need some starter cash.

Are you okay? You seem kinda off lately.

For the first time in a while...

Yeah. I'm okay.

Did you know, in Europe, they have outdoor toilets?

Me? I prefer brick.

Yo, yo, Ethan, come here, look at this.

Shot dead in an alleyway. It's a classic.

No cameras, no witnesses...

Yeah, and it already smells bad.

We haven't ID'd the victim yet. No phone or wallet.

Still wearing jewelry, though.

Exit wound through the forehead. He was shot from behind.

Probably not a robbery, but the killer wanted to make it

look like one. Who found the body?

Couple of boys coming home from the bar.

- Casings? - Nothing so far.

Well, it cleared his skull, it would be nice to find that.

Yeah.

Okay, so not a robbery... It's an execution.

No staging of the body.

But maybe he was coming home late,

could've been a night shift... Partying?

Maybe came through the alley as a shortcut...

But why... am I talking to myself?

It didn't rain last night.

And there's a bullet-sized hole in this can.

Found a second victim.

Bullet measures 927 millimeters.

Ballistics says it's from a Cold War-era Soviet pistol.

Looks to be a Makarov PM.

It's the odd choice for a murder weapon.

It's old, hard to find ammo. What about our John Doe?

Time of death approximately three a.m.

No drugs or alcohol in his system,

- he wasn't drinking, he was... - He was serving.

This is bar rot. It's a combination of citrus,

alcohol, salt on the skin.

Well, I'm just glad to be in a profession that values gloves.

What about the ring he was wearing?

Uh, 14-karat gold, faded inscription,

looks like 11/27/96.

Talking about numbers, looks like a military service number?

Plus three extra digits, 1-5-8.

158.

That's the exact number of Canadian soldiers

who were killed in Afghanistan.

So, our John Doe is Tyler Fremes.

He's too young to have served in Afghanistan.

Well, the military service number belonged to his father,

Stephen Fremes. He was killed in Afghanistan

when Tyler was nine.

Poor kid, that's tough.

Well, you won't like the next part.

Tyler's mother died of cancer two years later.

No next of kin.

He lived in a group home 'til he was 18.

- Criminal record? - No.

Uh, Tyler was pretty wholesome.

Blood donor, volunteered in a soup kitchen.

Aside from a recent parking ticket,

he was a standup guy.

Who happened to be prowling the streets at three a.m.

We think he was working as a bartender.

We checked his bank statements.

He got a weekly payment from "Hot Toddy Inc."

No bars or clubs by that name,

but Mark's pulling the business registry.

- CC Lounge. - You've been?

My daughter's credit card bill.

Oh.

That dance floor couldn't handle me!

- Tyler's dead? Are you sure? - Yes.

Did he have any enemies?

Anyone who might want to hurt him?

No. Everybody here loves the guy.

Except, well, two nights ago,

he got into a fight... with some guy.

Well, he's not some guy, he's Tyler's friend.

This friend, do you know his name?

No. He's some military guy,

he called him Sergeant Sketch. He's here all the time.

- Hmm. - But he was thrown out.

Hasn't been back since. He's a total creep, too.

He's always hitting on me...

And yet you're wearing his jacket.

No, I'm not.

You still have the coat check tag.

Seems you're better at putting these on than taking them off.

And assuming that this place gets about,

mm, 150 people a night...

this was checked in, oh, two nights ago.

Same night Sergeant Sketch was thrown out.

Guess he didn't have time to pick up his jacket.

Fine!

Can I at least have it back when you're done?

No.

That doesn't work, no, no, it has to be tonight.

Yes, yes.

No, because I'm not safe anymore!

No...

Please, I can't stay here, I need to leave.

Yes, yes, I have the money.

Okay, I'll be there tonight.

Mm, well, nothing in the pockets,

but the jacket's real.

CADPAT patterns, multi-terrain...

Relatively new.

Which suggests he was likely still serving.

Slight wear on the shoulder from rifle carry indicates...

The jacket belongs to Will Dolan.

Found a picture of him wearing it on Tyler's Instagram.

- Cheater. - According to our contact

at the CAF, Will Dolan is a Canadian soldier...

Uh, infanteer, or at least he was until yesterday,

when he was released from the Armed Forces

after failing a random drug test.

The day after he and Tyler got in a fight.

Maybe that drug test wasn't so random.

Who did this?

Well, we're thinking it was you.

Then you're lousy cops.

Or you're a lousy killer, you...

going somewhere, Will?

Offing a guy in an alleyway.

I would've expected better from a military man,

although I guess you're not really a military man

- anymore, are you? - I didn't kill Tyler,

- he's my friend. - Aw, friend!

Who reported you for drugs. Didn't he?

Because he saw what I see.

Blood in the nostrils, dilated pupils.

Or maybe it was just...

the drugs.

I messed up my back on tour.

And the army prescribed me pills.

But the pills ran out, and my back still hurt.

The other night, Tyler found out.

He said I needed to get clean.

I disagreed, I tried to fight him.

I was so high, he could've kicked my ass.

But he didn't. That just made me angrier.

He reported me the next day, I was furious.

'Til I realized he was right.

You know, better I figure things out here

than across the globe with a gun in my hand.

I'm leaving for rehab in a couple of hours.

They have a pool.

Last night, I was at my sister's.

Shivering and sweating and wishing I was dead.

I didn't kill Tyler.

And I still think you're lousy cops.

Alright.

Okay.

Then, Will, maybe you can help us out.

Can you think of anyone who would've wanted

to do harm to Tyler? Did he say anything?

After our fight, I went to Tyler's to apologize.

He wasn't home.

But this guy was waiting there, looking for him.

- Wait, what guy? - Thick beard.

And an accent.

Think he was Middle Eastern? Maybe Afghan?

Do you remember anything else about him?

The guy was nervous.

Kept fidgeting with his, uh, keychain.

It had a green seahorse, smiling.

It pissed me off how happy that little seahorse was.

Dude checked in two days ago. Paid cash.

- Let me guess, no ID? - He was a little shifty.

And for The Seahorse, that's saying something.

He left without taking his complimentary bread roll.

Looks like someone tried to break into his safe.

Lotta sketchy people around here.

- Yeah, you'd know. - What do you mean?

Customer comes in for a brief rendezvous,

an escort, maybe an affair...

Put their cash in the safe.

Then...

It malfunctions.

Can't wait around for it to be fixed,

in case they get caught doing whatever it was they were doing.

- They sure can't call the cops. - Yeah, so the lucky motel owner

gets to keep whatever they leave behind.

It's a bum safe. So sue me.

Oh. We can do a lot more than that.

Come on.

The guy barely had a hundred bucks.

Yeah, that's him.

That's Stephen Fremes. Tyler's father.

So a man rents a motel room with cash, searches for Tyler,

and then disappears after the kid's murdered.

- I hope he has a good lawyer. - Among his only possessions,

a photograph of him with Tyler's father,

the late Private Stephen Fremes. We're thinking this

is Afghanistan, they look like friends.

- Then maybe things went south. - So we need to talk to him.

We have to find him first, and that would be

a hell of a lot easier if we had some ID.

And we can't exactly ask Stephen Fremes.

But we can ask his friends.

Start on the left.

The woman on the right is Betty Reid,

the Minister of Veteran Affairs,

and she would not appreciate the press.

We'd like to start on the right.

Betty Reid lives on Millbank Avenue.

That's the same street Tyler got a parking ticket

the day before he died.

Then I hope you have a good lawyer.

Oh, Tyler looks just like his dad.

- You and Stephen were friends? - Yes.

But I never knew his son.

You didn't get to know him at your fundraiser?

A parking ticket places Tyler on your street that day.

We thought maybe he came by to say hello.

You don't get to know anyone at a fundraiser.

You compliment them until they open their wallets.

Well, Tyler didn't have much in his, so why was he there?

The same reason you're here.

To ask about the man his father's sitting with.

Afghanistan...

Detectives, I, uh...

would've gotten you something if I knew your orders.

Double espresso, for next time.

Uh, we've already taken measures

to increase Betty's security, but...

police cooperation would go a long way.

So you do know the man in that photo.

- And you think he's dangerous? - His name is Nazir Khan.

He was a civilian interpreter I worked with

during my tour in Afghanistan.

Stephen and I were tasked with exchanging intel with Nazir.

We became friends. Um...

It's okay.

One day we went to meet with Nazir

and something was off.

Next thing I know, he starts shooting at us.

I-I tackled Nazir. Disarmed him.

But he ran.

And I stayed with Stephen as he bled out.

I watched my friend die, and they gave me

the Medal of Valour for it.

He was a traitor, working for the Taliban, so,

yes, I recognize Nazir Khan.

He's the man who killed Tyler's father.

Well, Betty was right.

Nazir is Taliban and wanted for the murder of Stephen Fremes.

The murder weapon's a Makarov PM.

The Taliban were stocked with Soviet arms

from the war in the 80s.

Why go after his son 18 years later?

He's a terrorist, how did he get in the country?

Good question.

The last photo of Nazir is from 18 years ago.

Hard to catch with facial recognition.

For others. Not for me.

Hmm.

His name would still be on the no-fly list.

Which is why he used a stolen passport.

I think that might have got him through airport security,

but how did he sneak through customs?

I don't even remember the guy.

Well, you let him into the country.

I see thousands of people like him every day.

Terrorists?

I don't know what you're talking about.

- Uh, I-I gotta get back to work... - Sit down.

There is no more work.

You are going to be charged with Conspiracy to Commit

a Terrorist Act. Breach of Trust.

You may even be considered as a co-conspirator

- on a murder charge. - Murder?

The man that you let into this country,

he's wanted for killing a Canadian soldier.

See these agents over here?

They're from Counter-Terrorism. They gave us five minutes.

- That leaves us with one. - Okay, this is all a mistake.

These guys are about to put you in cuffs,

and once that happens, we can't help you anymore,

so Sandy, we need you to tell us what you know now.

This guy...

This guy approached me after work.

Offered me 10 grand...

to let his cousin into the country.

I didn't know that man was a terrorist.

What do you know about Nazir Khan?

Nothing. I never heard of him!

All I got was a name on a passport.

And the man who approached you?

I...

I have his number!

Thank you.

And God bless our veterans.

Police!

We have a warrant! Get on the ground!

Nazir Khan, you're coming with us.

We're gonna go over this again.

Tyler Fremes. You killed his father Stephen,

back in Afghanistan, then you came to Canada

18 years later to track down his son.

Why?

Was Betty Reid your next target?

Was she?

We need to turn him over.

If we hand him over, the case goes cold.

And if we don't, CSIS will say

that we're harbouring a terrorist.

We are dangerously close to illegal.

I don't do illegal.

- He's gonna talk. - He's not gonna talk.

Mm-hmm.

Darcy, it's time.

Wait...

He's praying.

Nazir's not in the Taliban.

Sunni Muslims pray with their hands crossed,

not by their side.

Which means that Nazir's not Sunni, he's Shia.

But the Taliban view Shia as heretical,

they would never let him join, they'd rather kill him.

- So why won't he talk to us? - Because he's scared.

Maybe. Or maybe he's putting on a show.

You need more, you're not going to get it from him.

Okay, so where does a Shia Muslim get a toothbrush

- with a cross on it? - Probably free,

they give those out all the time at shelters and soup kitchens...

Soup kitchens. Tyler volunteered at a soup kitchen.

Maybe there's some...

CCTV or an eyewitness that could put them together?

Yeah, I remember him.

He was here the same day Tyler was.

- Did you speak to him? - No. But Tyler did.

He went over and ate with the guy.

Tyler was a real sweetheart. Even as a kid.

He used to come and volunteer with his parents.

Kept coming after they passed...

Do you know what they spoke about?

- No. - Tina, please.

Is there anything else you remember?

I saw him give Tyler a gold ring.

Yeah, it was weird. But what was even weirder was...

Tyler started to cry.

I've seen other volunteers cry, but never Tyler.

And he'd been through it.

I was worried about him, but he left before I could say goodbye.

And that was the last time I saw him.

You flew across the world to track down Tyler?

And when you finally did,

you gave him his father's wedding ring.

It's engraved with the date he married Tyler's mother.

Stephen wore the ring while he was in Afghanistan,

which means he probably had it on when he died.

Now, it makes sense that a terrorist

would steal jewelry.

But you had that ring on you for 18 years.

You crossed seven time zones to return it to Stephen's son.

- Why would a terrorist do that? - They wouldn't,

because you're not a terrorist.

CSIS is in your office.

See, I-I don't think that you stole this ring.

Show them how to work the copy machine.

I think Stephen gave it to you as he was dying.

Which would mean that Betty Reid is lying about what happened.

And that's why you won't talk.

Because she's powerful, and you don't trust us, I get it.

But Nazir? You're gonna have to.

For the sake of Stephen and for his son.

Please?

We're listening.

Just... tell us what happened.

Look. Any second now, federal agents

are going to burst through that door

and take you away to God knows where.

We can help you.

If you have anything left to say, Nazir,

now is your last chance to say it.

I started assisting the Canadian military

in Afghanistan as an interpreter.

I believed I was making a difference,

bringing change to my country.

Stephen and Betty, they weren't just...

people I worked with.

They were my friends.

One day, we met in the warehouse to exchange intel,

same as always, but this time, we heard gunshots.

Stephen went out to check, Betty stayed to keep me safe.

It was just a couple of kids, messing around.

Stephen was coming back to tell us, but...

But what?

Betty's radio went out.

She missed the all clear.

She shot Stephen as he walked through the door.

I tried to help and stop the bleeding,

she cried in my arms when it didn't work.

She sent me home. Told me it was too dangerous

for my cover for me to stay, so I left.

And then she framed me for the death of my friend.

If this is all true, why did you wait

18 years to come forward?

I fled Afghanistan!

Through the mountains, into Iran, then Turkey.

I had to leave my family behind!

I couldn't see my son.

Or hold my wife's hand even after she got sick.

My son is now a father.

He has a beautiful little girl. Her name is Bahara.

Named after his late mother.

And I can't hold her hand either.

He's in the middle of giving a statement...

- I came here to clear my name! - Let him finish...

Tyler was the only who might believe me, and he did!

I wanted to gather proof, go through proper channels...

- Wait, please! - But Tyler was so angry,

he went straight to Betty, and he gave her a choice...

Nazir, what choice?

It's time to answer for the murder

- of Private Stephen Fremes. - Nazir, what choice?

Tell the truth, or he would. And now he's dead!

An innocent man is in custody.

He's not innocent unless he can prove

that he's telling the truth. But...

Let's take it for a walk.

Betty Reid accidentally shot Stephen Fremes

and then covered it up, why?

You don't go to prison for friendly fire.

No, but a soldier who kills their own,

even by accident doesn't become a federal minister.

- Betty had ambition. - Maybe, but your theory

still rests on the word of a suspected terrorist.

Hold on, there's something in Betty's media advisory...

Just after meeting Tyler, she scheduled a press conference

for the next day, and then she cancelled it,

hours after he was murdered.

Tyler walks into Betty's backyard fundraiser,

gives her an ultimatum. Come clean or he will.

Betty relents and books a press conference

- to show she means business. - But she would know

if this gets out, she'd be charged

with obstruction of justice. So...

She wouldn't just lose her career,

she might go to prison.

So she kills Tyler...

and then sweeps the whole thing under the rug.

Mm, go after her.

I'll try and something to support Nazir's story.

Why must we always go after the rich and powerful?

Tell them to stop killing people.

Well, that press conference was to follow up

on my Veterans Reintegration Act,

which is apparently less important

than playoff hockey, so we pushed it a week.

It just seems odd. Booking a press conference,

cancelling it the next day.

In politics, it's practically a cliché.

So is lying.

You told us Tyler came to you for information on Nazir,

but that's not true. Is it?

Tyler walked into your backyard to confront you.

You were the one who shot his father

-18 years ago and he knew it. - No, that's not true.

I mean, yes, Tyler came to confront me.

Said I was responsible for Stephen's death,

but I explained to him that Nazir's version of events

was false, and Tyler said he believed me.

- That's the last time I saw him. - Then why lie to us?

If my opposition learned about this story,

no matter how ridiculous, it could still play.

I thought it was inconsequential,

but I was wrong, 'cause here you are.

I'm sorry.

It's a beautiful shot.

It's very patriotic, aside from the gun.

- Guns can be patriotic. - I meant literally.

The gun in your holster isn't Canadian issue.

It's very common for soldiers to take enemy weapons

as souvenirs, isn't it?

Sometimes they even take them home.

This one is a Makarov PM.

It's the same gun that killed Tyler.

I haven't seen that gun since I left Afghanistan.

I think you saw it three nights ago.

Ms. Reid.

Where were you at the time of Tyler's death?

That night, my daughter woke up crying.

I went into her room to calm her down

and fell asleep in her bed.

A sleeping five-year-old. Convenient.

Actually, it is.

We still have a baby cam in her room,

I can show you the footage.

My daughter's baby monitor was a can on a string.

Good thing you were never accused of murder.

Rowan's about to turn 12,

she's accused me of worse.

Aside from three minutes,

Betty Reid spent the entire night next to her daughter.

- She's alibied. - So you believe her?

Not for a second.

But if she hired a hitman, they wouldn't have used her gun,

they would've found something different.

Something untraceable.

Which means she gave it to someone she knows.

Other than being Betty's doting husband,

what do we know about Landon Reid?

Landon Reid, uh...

Former labour lawyer, had political ambitions,

ran for office four times, never won.

Uh, then he met Betty,

she went into politics soon after,

he stepped in to be her campaign manager,

helped her to win her first election.

Everyone loves a war hero.

Now he's her Chief of Staff.

Gets her coffee, her lunch, her dry-cleaning.

- Takes care of her every need. - And Betty needed Tyler gone.

Okay, I took a run through your speech.

I got rid of any dilutive or qualifying language...

Hey...

Hey, what's going on?

Nazir is in federal custody.

That's why you're upset? Betty, this is a good thing!

This is what needs to happen.

Hey.

We've worked on this veterans' bill for two years.

It is going to move forward,

and you are going to help thousands of people.

This thing you're feeling, it will go away.

I've got you. Alright? I've got your back.

No coffee order this time?

Oh, uh, I don't offer drinks

to people who accuse my wife of murder.

Then let's clear this up real quick.

Where were you at the time of Tyler's death?

Look, I don't even know the man!

I was asleep. In my bed.

Well, that's lucky for you.

Betty got up to deal with your daughter?

I offered to go in, but she insisted.

And you do what you're told.

Landon, you're-you're doing her bidding.

You're at her beck and call.

Watching her live out your political dreams,

- it's gotta be hard. - Supporting my wife?

Um, actually, it's quite easy.

Well, don't you miss it?

Being behind the podium,

having your face on people's lawns?

I'd rather look at my wife's face. Wouldn't you?

I guess neither of you are married?

So, maybe that's why you don't understand.

Another thing you might not know about marriage is the snoring.

She usually puts up with me. Except on that night,

Betty came in and nudged me to stop.

I think it was around 3 a.m.?

And if you don't believe me,

you can ask her.

Hun, who's car is in the driveway?

Detectives. Everything okay?

Uh, these two would like to know

where I was three nights ago at three a.m.

Snoring as usual.

Maybe that's why you're sleeping in your daughter's bed.

Can I get the two of you anything?

I was just about to make myself a coffee.

Oh, hun, it's after three. Let me make you an herbal tea.

But I'd be happy to make you that double espresso

if we're all done here.

Why can't she have coffee after three p.m.?

There's no front door camera, no hits on the car.

We have nothing to prove whether or not

Landon left the house the night of the murder.

Other than his wife's word.

Well, she's not gonna turn on him.

Too bad, if she did, she could have coffee any time she wanted.

Yeah, what was that with the coffee?

I don't know, maybe nothing.

But something bugs me about them.

Well, whatever it is, it's not giving us

a murder confession.

I think we're trying to solve the wrong murder.

We can't prove Landon killed Tyler,

but maybe we can prove Betty killed Tyler's father

18 years ago.

If we can, that would be enough to put her on trial.

And it would give us a motive in Tyler's death.

Can't get them in the present.

Maybe we can get them in the past.

Incident report detailing

the death of Private Stephen Fremes.

I had to threaten a judicial order to get this.

You ask a lot of favours for a new guy.

- I'm still the new guy? - Uh, any word on Nazir?

I was busy getting you classified documents.

Thank you.

I'm trying. Can't get anywhere near him.

This-this guy, uh, Grundland's making it hard.

Grundland. That's the colonel

who showed up and arrested Nazir with the RCMP?

- Why's he so invested in this? - Colonel Mark Grundland.

He was Betty's immediate superior in Afghanistan,

stationed with Betty when Private Fremes was killed.

It'd be nice to see where he was at the time of the murder,

but we don't have his vehicle log.

That's because it's classified.

Guess you need another favour.

Colonel Grundland, you were Betty Reid's

immediate superior in Afghanistan, is that correct?

Betty was a hell of a soldier

And now she's a hell of a politician.

One who generously funds many of your initiatives.

I thought we were here to discuss the detainment

of Nazir Khan.

Well, that's what we're doing.

This is an incident report from October 14th, 2008.

That's the day that Private Stephen Fremes was killed.

Where did you get this?

Ballistics matched the bullet found in Private Fremes

to Betty's service weapon.

We know this. Nazir Khan disarmed her.

This is all on record.

- Lazy. - Excuse me?

The investigation was shoddy.

Nazir Khan was carrying a service weapon,

so why would he take Betty's gun instead of his own?

I can't rationalize the actions of a terrorist.

But you don't even question them.

Call logs show Betty radioed you at 15:33,

your personal vehicle left the base at 15:38,

five minutes later? Why?

Like I said, she was an ideal soldier.

She needed help.

What is an ideal soldier, in your eyes?

You've said that twice now.

A good soldier follows orders.

Not like Generation Z or whatever they call themselves,

always riding my ass.

Betty didn't ask stupid questions.

- So when she needed me, I went. - Alone?

Wouldn't protocol mandate

a quick reaction force be dispatched?

Which didn't happen until 16:36,

one full hour later.

See, we think Betty radioed you to report

that she had accidentally shot Private Fremes,

and you went to her to talk her out of it.

Why would I do that?

Because Betty was negligent under your command.

It wouldn't just be a stain on the platoon's reputation,

it would be a stain on yours.

The shiny captain making a name for himself.

No one making the platoon look bad,

just more good old-fashioned hatred for the enemy.

Betty Reid told you the truth,

and you convinced her to cover it up.

Well, ordered.

I think "ordered" would be a better word.

These are quite the allegations.

- Mom? - Yeah, sweetie?

There's no such thing as monsters.

Right?

What?

No, of course not.

What if you're lying?

I'm not. I'm really not.

- Thank you for waiting. - Yeah, of course.

A kid's bedtime is sacred.

Oh, apparently not a man's newspaper.

So, now that my wife has joined us, I'll ask again.

Why are you here?

We just met with Colonel Grundland.

Well, that doesn't answer my question.

Yeah, well, it answers some of ours.

You see, initially, we made some false assumptions

about you both.

For example, Betty, we assumed

you were the type of person who would frame an innocent man.

But, now, we know that you know reported

your involvement in Stephen Fremes's death.

Colonel Grundland ordered you to cover it up.

We've already told you, that story is garbage.

When we realized this, that you tried to do

the right thing all those years ago,

we started to wonder if maybe

we'd made another false assumption.

Tyler came to you with an ultimatum.

And you scheduled a press conference.

We assumed that it was a stall tactic

to buy time in order to get rid of him,

but what if it wasn't?

You were gonna come clean.

I have nothing to come clean about.

That's disappointing.

I was hoping for a little humanity.

A little valour, if you will. No?

I think when Tyler approached you,

a part of you was relieved.

To get rid of that weight you feel every time

you pin on your Medal of Valour.

To get rid of that torment of carrying around that lie.

Because you're not a bad person, Betty.

You were just following orders.

I-I don't know what it was like over there.

I don't know what I would've done if I shot my friend

by accident and my commanding officer

gave me a freebie, I might have just told myself

I didn't have a choice, but I know that it would

weigh on me.

It might weigh on me enough to book a press conference.

But politicians can't book a press conference

without telling their Chief of Staff.

You told your husband what you were going to do.

He didn't want you to come clean.

He didn't want you to come clean,

because it would not only destroy your legacy,

it would destroy his.

- You were in politics, right? - Uh, I still am.

I mean front and centre.

Years ago, you ran in your riding.

- Yeah, I gave it a try. - And you failed.

- Uh... - You couldn't do it yourself.

How pleased you must've been when you met Betty.

Betty, the perfect poster child, the war hero.

When did she tell you it wasn't the truth?

When did she tell you the real story,

how she framed Nazir Khan?

I'm sure you showed empathy at first, but...

I bet deep down, you were excited.

Because now you knew that Betty Reid follows orders.

Now you had someone you could control.

Landon is not just getting you dinner...

he's deciding what you eat.

He's not just picking up your dry-cleaning,

he's telling you what to wear.

He will put words in your mouth...

You've gotta be kidding... Betty,

- this is completely absurd! - No!

What's absurd, is that after killing Tyler,

you came home and told your wife exactly what you did.

Why the hell would I do that?

Because with Tyler dead, you couldn't come clean.

Not without implicating your husband for Tyler's murder.

You would go to jail. He would go to jail,

and your daughter would be left without her parents.

He used your child to manipulate you.

What kind of husband does that?

You don't share a bed with a man like that.

You go to the next room and you sleep beside your daughter.

That's enough! I'd like you both to leave.

Did he tell you that it was for the good of the country,

because I seriously doubt he told you the truth,

that it was for him, because it's always for him.

If he can't make it as a politician,

the next best thing is to do it through you,

but if you go down, so does he.

He's not a husband looking out for his wife,

he is a parasite who needs its host to survive.

- Get the hell out of my house. - Isn't it exhausting?

Being perpetually controlled? First it was the army,

- now it's the man you married? - I do not control my wife...

Be quiet!

Our daughter is sleeping.

Betty...

We can prove that Colonel Grundland

ordered you to cover up Stephen's death.

You will lose your career,

but your daughter will grow up with her mother.

A mother who never again needs to listen to a word

out of that man's mouth.

A mother who will teach her

the difference between right and wrong.

And Nazir Khan will finally walk free.

They have absolutely zero proof.

Of any of this!

Betty...

You are going to be Prime Minister of this country.

And you'll be the man telling me what to do.

Did you ever love me?

More than anything in this world.

My husband killed Tyler Fremes.

I'm willing to go on record...

You stupid bitch!

He used my gun, which has since gone missing...

She's lying! She's-She's a goddamn liar.

- Yeah, bring him in. - And he admitted

- to shooting Tyler. - This-this is absurd.

This is completely ridiculous. What the...

Hey! Hey, hey! Let go of me.

I'm... Hey! Let me...

Easy, easy!

They'll take back her Medal of Valour.

Just when she might have earned it.

Valour is of no service,

and the bravest often fall by the hands of cowards.

I'm over it.

Difuze