The Border (2008) s01e05 Episode Script

- 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.