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Previously onThe Border...

- You know about, uh... women, right? - No.

- You played me, Mike. Don't ever do it again.

Drop your weapon!

- You've been ordered to see the shrink.

- ICS does not take orders from CSIS. - No.

We both take orders from the Deputy Minister.

- If this gets out it could bring down the government.

So naturally the Prime Minister will get involved.

Remember-- shit rolls downhill.

[Barking]

♪♪♪

There.

Kessler, ICS-- may I see your papers, please?

ICS. Show's over.

Work visa. Your papers.

Hey!

- ICS-- freeze!! Nobody move!

- ICS-- freeze! Right there!

Put your hands against the fence! Up against the fence!

Get going!

- Svetlana Karpov? - Piss off.

Svetlana?

Svetlana?

Svetlana Karpov?

Ahh!

[Grunting]

- Not bad for a cop. - Get in the van.

♪♪♪

[Laughing]

- It's nice, waking up and you're still here.

- I should go. I need a shave.

- Three blades, right? - What?

Three blades.

I found this on sale at the drugstore.

Thought it might come in handy.

It is a toothbrush, it is a razor,

- it is shaving soap. - Any spare underwear?

It was only 20 bucks, Mike.

- Hardly a major investment. - What'd I say?

- If all we are is the sex, you know what, that's fine.

Let's just be schtup-buddies, huh? Forget the rest.

Yvonne...

I need some clarity, Mike.

- Look, meet me at the restaurant for dinner tonight.

We'll talk, I promise.

- You promise me. - I promise.

Thanks. Congratulations.

Turns out one of your dogfighters is wanted

- for 2 murders in Hanoi. - Oh, great.

- Hey-- You got a killer off the streets. Be proud.

- It doubles the number of forms I gotta fill out.

That's what I hate about these sweeps-- the goddamned paperwork when they're done.

- I hear you got banged up pretty good last night. - I'm fine.

- Sure you are. - What's that supposed to mean?

- Come on, Layla, you haven't been fine since you shot that kid in the woods.

- Are you complaining about how I'm doing my job?

- No, I'm just concerned.

- Right. Because you're Mr. Sensitive.

- You haven't seen the government shrink yet, have ya? - And you have?

- Actually, yeah. It's been pretty helpful.

- Gray Jackson in therapy-- that's one for the books.

So much for opening up. Jesus.

You know what D.C. wants.

A single North American border with a US standard of security.

- Because they've been so successful at keeping out all the illegals, drugs, and guns.

- They're not concerned with guns. - We are.

- Excuse me-- Major Kessler? - What are Horsemen doing here?

Excuse us.

- There's an airplane waiting for you

at Island Airport, sir. Your presence is required in Ottawa.

- By whom? - I'm not at liberty to say, sir.

- Not only do I outrank you, but I'm in the middle of a meeting with CSIS.

- A Cabinet Minister. - Who?

Hold the plane. I'll make my own way to the island.

- Can I help you? - Mike Kessler, ICS.

- The Minister wants to see me. - There's nothing here.

- You must be mistaken. - Is she alone?

- Excuse me. I have an appointment.

- [Call signal] - [When Major Kessler arrives, send him in.]

- He's here now, Minister.

Major Kessler.

- Madam Minister. - Constance, why don't you take a long lunch?

There's nothing on the schedule until 2. Deputy Minister,

can your business wait until then? - Of course, Minister.

- Where the hell do you get off sending 2 goons to grab me--

If you'll excuse me, Major...

My predecessor installed a recorder

to ensure the integrity of my office.

He was a bloody prig--

but if I get rid of it, I look corrupt.

- Are you intending to behave improperly?

- Strip you naked and have my way with you here on the floor?

Maybe.

Politicians.

- It's good to see you, Mike. - If you wanted to flirt, you could have sent a dirty e-mail.

I need a favour.

- I'm listening. - Last night, 3 women were picked up by ICS.

Here are their names.

I need you to release them today,

and make their deportation warrants disappear.

- Who are they? - I can't tell you that-- or anything else.

You have to do it by yourself. No associates,

no paperwork, no e-trails.

- Violate protocol with nothing to cover my ass.

- I couldorder you. I amthe Minister.

Of Labour.

I answer to Public Safety.

There are precedents.

And I have the PM's ear.

- You haul me in here like a private gone AWOL,

then you ask me to release 3 aliens for reasons you won't explain...

- You're the only person I trust. - Then tell me what's going on.

I've had your back.

- Okay. - Good.

Now go. If anyone asks,

we were discussing a proposed amnesty

for illegal nannies.

- Is that what this is? Another nanny-gate?

- Oh, not unless nannies are wearing g-strings

and six-inch heels.

- Strippers? The ones we picked up in our sweep?

- A car outside will take you to the airport.

I asked a question.

- Thank you, Major. That'll be all.

[Maggie]: Long lunch?

- My office. Don't you know the warden

at Central Detention-- something about his wife?

- We went to high school together.

- I need you to get over there to release the Russian strippers you picked up yesterday.

- Their visas expired months ago.

- Ottawa's taking an interest. I need your friend the warden to lose the paperwork.

- Anything else I can do? Drive 'em home, buy 'em pizza?

- Good idea. Find out everything you can. - About what?

- All I know for certain is that our interest in these women is classified.

No written records, no e-mails,

nothing traceable. Don't even talk to the Squad.

You can say no.

- I think you know me better than that.

Right. Send in Slade.

- Slade. Hey. - Hey, careful!

A sudden decibel shift can damage the middle ear. - Uh-huh. You busy?

- I'm composing a love sonnet in Fortran.

It's, like, the Latin of binary code.

The boss wants to see you.

Cool.

Tread carefully.

- Who's the babe? - How do you do that?

- See upside-down? It's an essential post-literate skill.

Is that the Minister of Labour?

- We worked together in Bosnia.

Ohh yeah, beautiful woman,

the bombs, the bullets-- yeah, I get it.

What?

I admire Minister Fleischer for her principled nationalist stand

in a pro-American Cabinet.

She also looks hot in uniform.

- Svetlana Karpov, Maia Vasiliev,

and Nadia Polovsky. Find everything there is--

work history, bank accounts, what they did in Russia, who they speak to

on their cell phone. Talk to no one, leave no cyber-footprints. Don't even talk to the Squad.

- Oh, um, my Cyrillic alphabet sucks.

- Maybe Layla could help out. - No one.

That'll be all.

- Thanks. - At last!

The smell in there, I cannot tell you.

Like dirty socks fermenting in dog shit!

- My cowboy hat! - It looked like shit. [Answers in Russian]

Miss Vasiliev needs her hat.

- Such pretty eyes--

you really should do something with them.

[Speaking Russian]

- Hey partner, check this out! Our little boy's hit puberty.

- Nice. - You mind?

Personal time.

- Don't get too personal. At the first sign of autoerotic activity,

I'm getting the fire extinguisher.

[Laughing]

Where to?

- The Pink Russian-- we live upstairs.

- You don't have to go back there, you know. The deportation orders

have been dropped-- you can start over.

- Why, you know a place where they need good dancers?

- You could retrain, maybe take a bookkeeping course.

[Speaking Russian]

[Laughing]

- I look like accountant? - We're trained already. - Look, I'm just saying,

if your boss is coercing you,

making you do things that you don't wanna do...

- Ahh... you think we're sex slaves.

We're dancers, not whores!

Pavel is okay boss-- he even gives us holiday pay.

- Fine. [Laughing]

- As far as I can tell, they're the real deal. Exotic dancers,

with long working histories for the best Moscow nightclubs.

- So they're legit. - Uh, yeah, not quite.

Svetlana Karpov-- she's been arrested a couple of times for theft.

Nothing stuck. She's a talented woman.

You should see what she can do with a hockey stick.

What? Video blog.

9,99 for 3 days-- I'll need reimbursement.

- So tell me about this club. - Ah, The Pink Russian,

a downtown strip joint.

- Who owns it? - Pavel Makarov.

He's a real entrepreneur-- he's got a travel agency,

an import-export business, he's got 2 restaurants: the Black Russian in Toronto

- and the White Russian in Ottawa. - Half the politicos on the hill go there for the caviar.

- Yes, and they go to the Pink Russian for Svetlana.

[Girls laughing]

- What the hell? Stay in the car.

Stay in the... Goddamn it!

- You want to take my picture? - Miss Karpov? Did ICS arrange for your release?

- This wonderful woman from government set us free and drove us back here.

- Do you work for ICS?! What's your name? - Ladies, this way.

- Why did you release these strippers? - Exotic dancers!

- Aren't they in the country illegally? - No comment.

- Is it true the order to release came directly from the Minister of Labour?

What is her interest in these women? - Ladies, please ...

- What's the Minister's relationship to Pavel Makarov?

Kessler.

- Boss, you're not gonna like this.

- I'm picking up a live feed-- - I'm on the phone. Maggie, go ahead.

- That's Maggie? Tell her she's gonna be on TV.

- What is it that Russian strippers have to offer that Canadians don't?

- Women here do not like titillating the men.

They want to have companies and be big bosses.

We give Canadian man back his virility.

- Amen, sister. - The Russian strippers were being detained

when their deportation orders were mysteriously revoked.

They were personally delivered to the Pink Russian strip club by Immigration

and Customs Security Agent Margaret Norton.

An unidentified source has romantically linked the owner of the club, Pavel Makarov,

with Suzanne Fleischer, the Minister of Labour. I'm Shannon Day,

reporting for Metro Three.

- Well, I guess Maggie won't be undercover any time soon.

- What's going on here, boss? [Cell phone ringing]

- Deputy Minister, we were blindsided.

- [I'll get to the bottom of it.] - I didn't authorize any release of illegal strippers.

- [A request came through from Labour.]

- What? From Suzanne Fleischer? Then she really did this Russian?

- I wouldn't know. - [Who leaked it to the media?] - No one in this office.

- The opposition will run with this like a starving dog with a rat.

- I'm on it, sir. - Yes, well, find me something I can feed to the press.

♪♪♪

Ohh!

[Laughing]

[Laughing]

- So I said to her, 'Look, baby, I'm drunk, not stupid!'

You're funny man.

- Take me away from all this. - Oh, you bet.

I like you, Moose Man.

I bet you have big...

car! [Laughing]

Here we are.

There we go, let me get that for ya.

Back seat! Naughty man...

[Speaking Russian]

You must be Makarov.

Who the hell are you?

- Immigration. I'd like you to come with me.

Do you have a warrant?

I don't need one.

- I know you want to hear bad things of Pavel.

Maybe you want other things, too.

The truth will do fine.

- Well, Iwant things. Landed immigrant papers for me,

and visa so my little sister can come here.

- How 'bout a ticket on the next plane to Moscow?

I know Pavel from Moscow,

from black market.

He's what they call 'fixer'. He pulls strings. - He brought you to Canada?

- He wants only what's best for club.

He was supposed to arrange paperwork,

- but then you come and arrest us. - You got out pretty fast.

- There's always some higher bigwig he calls.

- What bigwig did he call for you?

I could make something up.

It doesn't work that way.

- In Moscow they kill you for a pack of cigarettes.

If I don't get my baby sister out,

she'll be dead in streets. You are a good man,

yes?

Yvonne Castle on line 2.

Sorry, she insisted. Really insisted.

We had a... meeting.

His mistress?

- Immigration lawyer. Not that it's any of your business.

- He was very worried for just immigration lawyer.

Yvonne.

- So much for talking, eh Mike? I cannot believe I actually took you seriously.

[Let's just eliminate conversation]

from this relationship, hmm?

Silent sex-- ain't that just a workaholic's dream?

- You smell like grape gummy-worms.

- I used my cousin's bubblegum-scented shampoo.

- Bubblegum-- so sexy.

- She's 5! [Laughing]

And, uh,

her mother is kicking me off of the couch.

Oh, no, that's terrible.

I am an unemployed geek.

No job, no rent.

No rent, no place to live.

- What are you gonna do? - Head back to the Rez.

No! No, no, no.

I... I like this.

Us.

I mean us, like the unit

formed by you in proximity to me.

I like us too.

- Well, you could live with me, right?

I mean, people do that--

normal people, male, female, they live in one place, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah. - I accept!

- This is great! - Yeah, so great.

- Look, pal, we can hold you for a couple days

without laying charges.

- And you call yourselves a democracy.

- What is it in Russia-- a couple decades? - Okay, one more time.

Who did you call

- to get your dancers released? - Ask your boss.

[He knows.]

- [Who told the press? You?] - [Maybe I should have.]

[Business was good tonight, no?]

- I found 2 electronic deposits of 50 grand each

in the bank account of a holding company registered to Makarov.

The second deposit was dated today. - Sounds like a payoff.

- The money bounced around the world about 40 times, in and out of dozens

of seemingly random bank accounts.

- [Who is your contact at the ministry of Labour?]

[Besides the minister?]

- [You know the Minister of Labour?]

- [I most certainly do.] - [What is the nature]

- of your relationship? - I'll take over here.

- Sir? - Write your reports in the morning.

- I take it we're no longer on the record.

- What exactly is the nature of your relationship with the Minister of Labour?

- She's an attractive woman--

- especially without her clothes. - You're lying.

She wouldn't let a creep like you anywhere near her.

- She has a tattoo--

a tiny butterfly.

I wonder if the Prime Minister knows.

If I'm not mistaken, Major,

you too have seen this butterfly.

- [Were you blackmailing her?] - [Don't be absurd. I don't take money from women.]

- [Not even 100 grand in electronic payments?]

- Ms. Fleischer and I enjoyed a brief and pleasant dalliance.

When your thugs came for my girls, I quite naturally

turned to her for help.

- I'm trying to decide whether I should waste the Crown's money keeping you locked up.

I'm a great believer

in fiscal prudence.

- Don't leave town. We're not done yet.

Mike Kessler, ICS.

I need to speak to the Minister. It's urgent. - [One moment, Major.]

[I'm sorry, Major-- the Minister can't take your call.]

- Yvonne. - I have got 14 critical human rights cases on my desk, Mike.

And I mean critical, as in life- and-death, could-impact-the- future-of-international-law--

but no, I've spent my morning drying the tears

- of some hypersexed prima donna! - Walk with me.

And according to Ms. Karpov,

this 'sexy Immigration man'-by which she apparently meant you-

gave her my name and assured her I give a shit.

- She's lying. - Right. Yet there she was in my office,

pleading for help and asking how you were in the sack.

And that's her exact phrase, by the way-- 'in the sack'.

- I did apologize for last night.

- Does this pathetic orphan sister even exist, huh?

No, I wouldn't mind knowing if I'm gonna launch into weeks of exasperation and paperwork.

- You can say no. - The Svetlanas of the world cannot even hear the word no.

They dig their psychic hooks into you, and the more you squirm,

- the deeper they sink. - You exaggerate.

Admit it.

She looked at you with those big cosmetically enhanced eyes

and you reached for my name like a drowning man reaching for a lifesaver.

- Just say no. Two little letters.

I don't believe you.

Can we try dinner again?

Two little letters, Mike.

- What do you think you're doing?

Where is she?

Is there a problem?

Go away.

- Since when does Suzanne Fleischer hide?

- There was a dinner party at the Russian embassy.

Pavel sat next to me--

a successful restaurateur, good-looking, charming...

Please.

I was lonely.

Power may be an aphrodisiac,

but not when it's wielded by a woman.

He asked you out?

Yeah, we went to dinner,

but I barely remember the restaurant.

The whole night's a blur.

Rohypnol?

- I was knocking it back pretty good.

And it wouldn't have been my first blackout.

I woke up the next morning thinking I'd dreamt it all.

And then a bouquet of roses arrived

with some very unflattering video.

- You should have called me.

And reveal myself

as a pathetic skank? No, thank you.

- He wanted money? - No.

I spent 6 weeks going to AA

and waiting for the other shoe.

Then he called Monday night

and told me that 3 of his dancers were going to be deported.

Thought maybe I could help him out

for old times' sake.

- So you put the squeeze on me.

- Which makes you what--

Pavel's bitch?

Jesus, Mike...

what am I going to do?

The opposition's calling for my resignation.

So give it to them.

- And let the bastards sign away the country?

Missile defence isn't dead, you know.

They've already got it in Europe.

- You're not the only patriot in Ottawa.

Have you checked lately?

Everybody wants to play ball with the big kids.

And here it is.

This is, um...

this is where we sleep.

That's what the plan is, right?

'Cause, like, I could just sleep on the couch. - You don't have a couch.

- Floor. I could sleep on the floor.

It would probably wreck my back,

but I would still be willing. [Phone ringing]

Whoa!

A Concord 3000!

Push-button phone and built-in answering machine!

- I love it when you talk like that.

- [Machine beeping] - [Heironymous?]

Oh no, please God, no...

- [Heironymous? Pick up, sweetie pie.]

[Heironymous, pick up the phone, please.]

Is that your mother?

- [This week's dinners are in your freezer.] - Do you wanna take that?

- [The labels are nice and clear this time, so there won't be any more accidents.]

- Mom, uh, please, I'm busy here.

Mom, please, not now!

She infantilizes me.

Which, I can't really blame her for that

because, uh, I am an infant.

I live in squalor

with loud smelly gerbils and, um,

I have no social skills, so...

God, I am so not worthy.

You're cute

when you spiral down into a pit of self-loathing.

- Really? 'Cause most women find that a turn-off.

Well...

I am not most women.

[Car unlocking]

You can't be here.

Is no place else for me to go.

- No, I'll have someone drive you home.

- What home! Pavel goes crazy when he finds out I talk to you.

He throws me out on street like dog. Now I have nothing--

no visa, no job, no money.

Not even a pair of panties.

How did you find me?

The lawyer lady.

She told me you like to help people like me.

- That was awfully good of her. - Actually,

between you and me, she's a bitch. What you do to her?

- You should wear brassiere when you sleep, or your tits get saggy.

- Well, this gives sexual harassment in the workplace a whole new meaning.

- Just one night, Maggie, I swear. I owe you!

- Yeah. Where are your clothes? - I'm wearing them.

- Yeah. That's debatable. - Pavel lets me take nothing, not even my passport!

Not even picture of my baby sister.

- I can borrow from you, yes? - Absolutely not.

- It's after 2-- Pavel's gone home for sleep, so maybe you can help me

- get my things? - I'll go get dressed.

- Bring gun! - What?

Is good to be prepared.

The key is here somewhere.

The door's open.

Pavel?

Pavel, you there?

Pavel?

Pavel?

[Screaming]

- ICS. - Go ahead.

- Major Kessler, Detective Menzies. - Hope you don't mind--

ICS will be assisting you in your investigation. - If I understand correctly,

the deceased recently caused your Squad a lot of public embarrassment.

- Hold on... - And his body was discovered by an ICS agent

and a woman who claims she was at your home when he was killed. - What are you suggesting?

- Conflict of interest. - Have we got a problem here? - Hey!

Hey, Terry, how you doin'? How's the family? - Hey.

- How's that kid of yours, still playin' all those tournaments? - Yeah.

- Kid's 12 years old, gonna be the next grand master of chess.

- Top ten in the province under 16. - No way! Well!

Hey look, do you mind if we take a look at the body?

- For you, sure. - Thanks, kid.

No powder burns on the temple, none on the hand.

This guy was shot from a couple of feet away.

- Impact spatter on the pillar suggests he was standing when he was shot, not sitting.

- Well, they sure made a lame attempt to make this look like a suicide.

What do you think, the Russian mob?

- They like to advertise their hits, not dress them up as suicides.

- Yeah, I've met some stupid criminals.

- Killer was lucky to get away with one shot. We're looking for an amateur.

- What's goin' on? We doin' homicide now?

- I need to know who's using ICS to destroy a federal Cabinet Minister.

[Speaking Russian] You take Miss Vasiliev. Moose,

- you take Miss Polovsky. - Sure, got it.

- Okay, okay, tell me all about it.

I have an alibi.

I was making passionate love when Pavel was killed.

- Yeah, well, we don't have an exact time of death.

- Anytime in the last 4 hours.

- And the name of this superman? - My lover's important person,

a Canadian. There would be scandal.

- What? He's married? - She'sinside the closet.

- Well, that explains the 4 hours. - Yes.

We climax many times.

- You ever see Makarov talk to anyone from the government?

You mean when he turned us in?

Pavel turned you in to ICS?

- I heard him on phone. He says we're out 2 days max.

If I talk, maybe he slits my throat. The bastard.

Now who's dead?

- All his emails for the last 2 months are deleted.

Trash is emptied, recycling bin's cleaned out.

- I'll take the computer back to ICS.

- There's not much point. Makarov used Obliterate--

it automatically destroys all temp files, cookies, passwords, deleted files.

Just shreds them into microbytes-- our techs can't do a thing.

Our guy will figure it out.

- Nadia Polovsky's passed out in her room. She's a pillhead--

she's got a stash of painkillers.

- They cancause uncontrollable rage.

- Well, she's been passed out for a while. And there's no sign of blood

in her room or on her clothes.

- I'm beat. Can somebody else baby-sit Svetlana?

- She'll be safest with you. We'll post a man.

Make it a woman.

- Obliterate was designed by Finnish ex-hackers.

They like to leave themselves a tiny back door,

just in case that craving for remote access

- proves irresistible. - You found the emails?

- I resurrected fragments. Enough to know the source computer

is in Ottawa. And I got the signature.

Rasputin.

- Didn't he bring down the tsar? - He destroyed him from within.

- I dumped Makarov's cell phone records for the last 6 months.

Mostly Ottawa calls from the restaurant.

But uh, there was, in the last 6 weeks,

9 different calls from 9 different disposable cell phones.

- Which means they're untraceable.

Yeah, yeah. And uh,

I found 3 calls from the Labour Minister's private cell.

Shannon Day is here.

- Take her to the Interview Room. - For me? You shouldn't have.

- I didn't. Hourani's doing the interview.

- Shannon Day made a fool out of me on national TV.

- Which is why I think you might not be impartial.

- Are you questioning my professionalism? - Not now, Maggie.

- The bastard probably killed himself just to screw me.

- His cell records show 3 calls from you in the past 6 weeks.

- I was trying to buy the video back. He wasn't interested.

Then why 3 calls?

- [He was playing me, pretending to consider my offer.] - So he was interested.

I don't know.

What, am I a suspect now?

I was cooking risotto for you last night, remember?

Of course I do.

The PM's hanging tough,

but with a murder...

I'd better draft that resignation letter.

Who wants to see you go down?

- Read the papers: it's a long list.

This is Ottawa, not Washington.

I thought we played nicer here.

- Not when you play with the big kids.

- Freedom of the press is guaranteed

- under the charter. - Do you have any idea how long it takes

to mount a charter defence? You'll spend the next 2 years in jail.

You wouldn't.

- You're a material witness to a murder. I certainly would.

- [What if I don't know who my source was?]

- Then how did you find out about the strippers?

A phone call,

one of those voice distorters.

From a phone booth in Ottawa.

- I traced the last 50 grand to a bank in Bucharest, then I lost the trail.

But I had the precise time and date, and a pretty good hunch

the money would return to this hemisphere. So I unearthed a routing protocol vulnerability

and captured snapshots

of every single 50-grand transfer at that time in North America.

- Just North America? - I can only handle one continent at a time.

- And...? - So... The money came from Illinois,

a bank account registered to...

Bloomfield Aeronautics.

- They build sensor components for American missiles.

- And missile defence systems.

Their current contract with the Pentagon is worth over a billion.

- It'll be worth even more if our government allows them

to install missile defence systems in the Arctic.

- And Suzanne Fleischer's the last cabinet holdout

- on missile defence. - Hey.

Six weeks ago, somebody in the Labour Ministry

ran an Interpol check on Makarov.

Which means they got security clearance. - Good work.

That narrows it down to 12 or so players. - Eight. I ran security profiles

on all the top-level bureaucrats.

- Minister Fleischer? Did you by any chance run an Interpol check

- [on Pavel Makarov?] - I wish I had. Why, have you got something?

- Did you ever call him from your office?

[Only on my cell.]

- Was the recording device in your office switched off when you spoke to him?

I can't swear to it.

- Kyle Larkin, Fleischer's Deputy.

See if there's any connection to Bloomfield Aeronautics.

- Larkin's brother-in-law is a lobbyist for the Carruthers Group.

Take a look at their client list.

- Bloomfield's right on top. - Larkin flew in last night

for an IT conference at the Convention Centre, so he had opportunity.

- Do we have Larkin's fingerprints on file? - Right here.

- Get them to Detective Menzies, see if she can turn up a match.

And you get me Larkin's itinerary. - Got it.

- It's 15:03-- he's running behind schedule. - Good.

- Maggie-- - Listen, Mike--

You first.

- I've leaned on you pretty heavily in this case.

I can take the weight.

- I know. - There's Larkin.

- Jesus! - He's on the move.

Out of the car! Now!

- What is going on here? I'm late for a press conference.

- What the hell do you think you're doing?

What's CSIS doing here?

- We've been monitoring the Deputy Minister's lobbying efforts.

- You mean helping him destroy a Cabinet Minister to push through missile defence.

- You've become a conspiracy theorist now? How quaint.

- Yet here you are. You're under arrest

- for the murder of Pavel Makarov. - Murder! - Don't be ridiculous.

- You missed a few fingerprints when you cleaned up the scene.

- Good God, man-- what were you thinking?

- He paid 100 grand to Makarov to set up Minister Fleischer.

Makarov got greedy. He tried to blackmail you, so you shot him.

- He was drunk. He was waving a gun around. I tried to grab it, and it went off.

- You shot him from 3 feet away.

- [Maggie]: Come on. - This man

is a Companion of the Order of Canada, for God's sake.

- How many murders does a Companion get these days?

- Look, we'll ship him off to some shivering outpost, like Finland.

- [Larkin]: What? - I couldn't do that to the Finns.

- He'll be out in an hour. The coroner will determine suicide,

and this case will never see the court.

- It'll be public record. A Deputy Minister's arrest

should dominate the headlines for weeks. - Okay, okay, okay,

so Minister Fleischer will be publicly cleared

- of all wrongdoing. - I'm listening.

- The Deputy Minister will confess to engineering the strippers' release

as a result of an unfortunate affair with one of them.

We'll... we'll give her a work visa,

and Larkin will be dismissed in disgrace.

- The woman will need 2 visas. She's got a sister.

- And Larkin does jail time. - I'll do no such thing. - Should we talk

- to those reporters? - Two years minimum security for perversion of justice.

- Five years and a freeze on his assets.

And you tell the Prime Minister.

- [Maggie]: Get in the car. - You call my lawyer.

- With all due respect, sir, get in the goddamn car.

- Agent Mannering, what's CSIS's interest in the Deputy Minister

of Labour? Is CSIS involved in the release of the Russian strippers?

What about the death of Pavel Makarov?

- So, he's sexy, this deputy I screwed?

- Deputy Minister. - Oh, like priest, yes?

- Horny as hell. - Just deny the whole thing.

The press will assume you're lying anyway.

- Now my little Sonia can have good life. - So there really is a Sonia.

- Of course! Here is picture.

She not sweet? My little psycho.

- Promise you and your sister never come near me again.

- But we have such chemistry! Is powerful, yes?

- Let him go. You're too much woman for him, anyway.

A word, Major?

You might as well have this. I won't be needing it.

Yvonne, please... can we talk?

- The papers have printed apologies,

I've got hard-ass reporters eating out of my hand,

and the civil servants, my God!

- They're being civil. - Glad I could help. - Oh, you helped.

The PM doesn't like being bullied by upstart multinationals.

- He's offered me a new portfolio. - Congratulations.

- Do you remember when you pointed out

- I really wasn't your boss? - Vaguely.

I am now.