The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s12e05 Episode Script

1 What's this about? Before I tell you anything, Murdoch, you must agree to absolute secrecy.
- No one can know that you're involved.
- I understand.
His name is Gaetan Vidal, a diplomat from France.
I was acting as his host but I had to leave briefly.
When I returned You'll see for yourself.
Wait.
What is it? I left a cigar band in the door jamb and it was replaced in the wrong spot.
Someone's gone inside.
Woah! Terrence Meyers! Régine Rivière? That was for Prague! What are you doing here? I am Monsieur Vidal's attachée.
I assume you are the host? How could you have let this happen? What happened? Who is this man? Why is he here? Detective William Murdoch.
Oui.
We can trust him? Yes.
Then he must be informed.
Yes.
I must be informed.
Murdoch, if we don't find out who killed this man, the result will be the greatest war this world has ever known.
Vidal was here to sign a treaty.
Canada was chosen as neutral ground.
The treaty is to be between Britain, Russia and France.
But France is already allies with Russia.
And with Britain.
But Britain and Russia remain enemies.
This treaty will mend that bridge and form a triple entente.
An alliance strong enough to withstand an attack from any nation on the planet.
And you believe this attack to be forthcoming? It's the mad Kaiser, Wilhelm.
He lusts for Weltmachtstellung.
Weltmachtstellung? - World power.
- Without the triple entente, the entire world is vulnerable.
This treaty cannot fail.
And now, one of the signatories is dead.
I will telephone Paris and arrange for a replacement.
I believe our foreign secretary is currently in Washington.
We must insure that he and the rest of the diplomats remain safe.
Well, it appears he's been stabbed several times.
Likely bled to death.
He knew his attacker was about to strike.
You can tell that by his pipe? Ceci n'est pas une pipe.
Single shot pistol.
I gave it to Vidal for protection.
And he was just about to shoot? But the killer acted first.
- I'll contact Miss Hart and request the post-mortem.
- Who? Miss Hart.
She works under Dr.
Ogden at the morgue.
Unacceptable.
No one else can know of this.
I agree this Hart woman cannot be involved, but Dr.
Ogden is Murdoch's wife.
She can be trusted.
They were drinking wine.
The killer earned his mark's trust, then struck.
- Classic spy craft.
- A spy? - But for whom? - Who else? Clearly the Germans would want this treaty to fail.
- What will I wear? - Monty won't give a toss.
He's an old army man.
You could have told me in advance.
I only found out myself this morning.
- I didn't think you'd want to come.
- Of course I'd want to come! Well, you didn't want to come when Teddy was in town.
Or when Whitey was in from New Zealand.
Well, yes, but Monty is another matter altogether.
- Excuse me, darling.
- I am simply glad an old friend of yours is coming to town.
Terrence Meyers! What brings you here? Well, I'm afraid that information is classified, Inspector.
Ah, but not to Murdoch.
Detective Murdoch has become involved, as has Dr.
Ogden.
I'm afraid the list ends there.
- It's a matter of - Let me bloody-well guess.
National security? No.
International security.
Ah, Mrs.
Hall! How are you liking your accommodations? - Do you think you'll be staying in the house? - I do hope so.
I thought you worked on Saturdays, George.
Yes, well, I do ordinarily, but I saved up some of my off days and decided to spend some.
Oh.
A whole week-end off and you're spending it at home? Yes, well you have to think of it as a stay-at-home vacation, - or as I like to call it, a "homecation".
- Mm.
And old Miss Pratt has you fixing the stoop? Yes, she didn't quite grasp the idea.
Eric, what's the matter? - My motorcar's gone.
- Oh, your favourite toy.
Where did you last see it? I was playing with it in the park at the sandbox.
Well, we'll go back and look as soon as I finish hanging this washing.
I don't mind taking him for a look around.
I could use the stroll.
What do you say, Eric? It may be for the best, Constable.
You see, I think it was stolen.
We were both new to the world of espionage.
Me, a rugged youth of the Great Lakes.
And she, a coy nymph from the mountains of Alsace.
Of course, ours was a love that couldn't last, for love dies in dishonesty.
We couldn't go on with such suspicion in our minds, but while it burned, Murdoch, the intensity was such that I believe I've found something.
Oh.
Fingermarks? Indeed.
A full set from a right hand, but not just any right hand.
The killer had six fingers.
We have a problem.
The Russians have arrived.
- They were scheduled to arrive tomorrow.
- Well, they're here.
Apparently, they informed Vidal by telephone last night.
Then they know Vidal was here.
It's over.
Not necessarily.
Tell them Vidal is indisposed.
That we'll stall them until your men from Washington can arrive.
It won't work.
The Russian diplomat, Evgeny Dorokhov, is a coward.
Appointed only because he is the tsarina's nephew.
If he senses something is amiss, he will flee.
And if he informs the tsarina Then the chances for an accord are over.
There's only one way out.
Allow the Russians to walk away and we convince King Eddy to make peace with his nephew, the Kaiser.
The rest of the world may fall to Deutschland, but at least Britain will be safe.
The German will confront France first and take Paris in forty days.
France will just have to fight.
I have an idea.
Someone will pose as Vidal.
Nobody knows he's dead.
We pretend he's still alive, just until his replacement arrives.
Oh.
Fine idea, but I don't speak French.
Not you.
Vidal's build, his hair, even his face Doesn't it resemble someone? Someone who we know is fluent en français.
No.
- No - Murdoch, the fate of the world lies in your hands.
I can see a bit of resemblance.
I don't have a And I'm much more We don't look anything alike.
Murdoch, none of these people have ever seen Vidal before.
All you have to do is play the part.
I can't impersonate a political figure.
Why not? You've impersonated an anarchist.
And a workman.
And a homosexual.
You're taking his side? It seems important.
Well, I suppose someone needs to protect the Russian diplomat in case the killer strikes again.
Bien ! I will need to brief you before we meet with the Russians.
On what? Monsieur Vidal has a reputation in the world of international diplomacy.
For example, it is well known I am more than his attachée.
How much more? I am also his lover.
- Did you know that? - No.
No, I did not.
Did you see anybody playing over there? Right, then.
Well, in that case, if we don't have any witnesses, I suggest the first thing we do is look for a clue.
- A clue? - Evidence.
A clue as to who might have been here.
For example, this footprint.
Now, this sand gets washed around all the time, so we can assume that this footprint is fresh.
And by the shape of it, I would say it belongs to a girl.
You mean a girl stole my motorcar? This footprint either belongs to the most notorious toy thief this city has ever known, or possibly to a young girl who knows something about your toy car.
A toy thief! She must be stopped! Well, we'll come by tomorrow and see if we can spot her.
In the meantime, uh, I'm off to get some ice cream.
You wouldn't care for some, I don't suppose? Children are not fancy on ice cream, are they? As I said, the Russians are looking for an excuse to flee to Moscow.
We must not give them any such opportunity.
The truth is, France stands to lose the most if this treaty fails.
Follow my lead.
If in doubt, agree to whatever they ask.
Now, what if the German spy tries to kill, um What's the Russian diplomat's name? Evgeny Dorokhov.
I will be watching.
If a threat appears, I will strike first.
Strike? Dart gun.
Not fatal but it will render a man unconscious in moments.
Hidden blade.
Handcuffs.
Steel.
The key is on my necklace.
And of course some things a woman keeps secret.
Now, for you.
What does it do? It is a pen.
It writes.
Oh.
That that's all? It is Vidal's pen.
Custom-made.
He used to boast of it.
He has been photographed with it.
He used to carry it always in his breast pocket.
If you were to use anything else, a clever spy would spot you as a fake.
Are you ready? I think so.
Great.
Then, put your arm around me.
Uh is this how you hold your lover? It's how I hold my wife.
You Canadians are as cold as your weather.
You are meant to be French.
Move your arm lower.
Lower.
Lower.
I'm a married man.
I don't know if I can do this.
Detective, if the Russians discover you're an impostor, they will kill us.
You cannot merely play the part of a Frenchman.
You must become a Frenchman.
D'accord.
Ah, Monsieur Vidal! Oh ! Regardez donc ça, cette petite bête mignonne ! Don't get too close.
It bites.
This is not always a bad thing, hein, ma chérie ? You, what do you want? - The food you ordered, sir.
- Leave it and get out.
Before we eat, business.
Ah, mais oui ! I think you have misgivings about this treaty.
Russia is happy to join France in alliance with Britain, but there is one thing.
You hear about unpleasantness at Tsushima? Mm, yes.
You lost a war with Japan.
It is behind us.
But Moscow does not trust Japanese.
From Shanghai, we could How do you say it? Keep one eye on them.
Mm.
What does France have to do with this? Well, France has concessions in Shanghai.
We will sign treaty if you give us Shanghai.
Oh.
I will speak with Paris.
Paris? Vidal, are you not a man who can make decisions? I make it simple.
No Shanghai, no treaty.
Give him what he wants.
No.
- No? - No! If you would like concessions with Shanghai, you speak to the British.
France will not bow down to threats.
For a moment, I thought I was dealing with a child! We would have preferred to walk, but this Da, this is man I like! Ah, Pavel! There you are.
I believe you know Vidal.
Old friends, yes? Mais oui, Pavel ! So very nice to see you again.
Nice to see you as well, Gaetan.
Uh, please excuse, us, Pavel, may I have a word outside? All right.
What are you? German? Where is Vidal? You killed him! Let him go.
- Is it true? Vidal is dead? - He is.
And your fingermarks, all six of them, - were found in his room.
- So? You killed him! Why else would you pretend to think that I was Vidal? You had to hide the fact that you, and only you, knew he was dead.
If Vidal is dead, the entente is at risk.
I didn't want Dorokhov to suspect anything.
He wants a reason to leave.
Then you're on our side.
I'm on the side of peace.
But who are you? A man also on the side of peace.
- Hey, I think we should go inside before - Pavel and Vidal! What is going on? - Mon amour, ma passion brûle ! - Oui ! Viens, viens ! They left.
They're French.
Her cigarette case was a knife! And there was this strange animal on a leash, a man named Pavel, and I saved Shanghai! You seem to have taken to your role with some relish.
Well, when you take on a persona, when you truly inhabit another being, in essence, you become that person.
And you became a Frenchman, with a mistress! Is that why you're still in that ridiculous suit and beard? Oh, I can't take it off.
If anyone were to see me out of character, it could ruin our entire gambit.
I see.
It's not because you like the suit and beard? No.
No, no, no, don't be silly.
Now, what have you found? Well, the real French diplomat, not you, died of a stab wound.
The blade was short and thin, but it had a significant hilt.
And the thrusts were violent, causing bruising.
There were four thrusts to the chest and one to the side of a thigh.
A thigh? A glancing blow? No, just as violent as the others.
Why would the killer stab him in the thigh? Perhaps you should ask your mistress.
When I was there, Vidal was fine.
But he did ask for me to come so he could tell me something.
What? He said the Germans were in Toronto.
He wanted me to protect Dorokhov.
How did he know this? He did not say.
But he believed someone was surveilling him.
What exactly happened in the hallway when Dorokhov came out? - What? - Between these two, I mean.
- Their little charade.
- How, quiet down, you fool.
Why would Vidal inform you of this and not me? I do not know.
But Vidal was writing something.
A telegram.
What did it say? It was in code.
Is the French really necessary? Mr.
Meyers! What a nice surprise! Ah, Mr.
Ainsworth! - Just in from London, are you? - Yes, that's right.
And this must be the delegation from France? Yes.
Yes.
Monsieur Vidal, please meet Mr.
Ainsworth here.
- Counterpart from Britain.
- Ah.
It is a pleasure.
Mademoiselle Rivière.
Monsieur Vidal's attachée.
Attachée? I see.
What a pleasant coincidence to bump into you.
Now, you really must join me inside.
I'm about to sit down and have a drink with a dear old friend.
One of the finest Britons in the New World.
Monsieur Vidal ! Please meet Inspector Thomas Brackenreid.
Steady on! You two don't know one another, do you? As it happens, we do! What a surprise to see you again, Inspector Brackenreid! A surprise indeed! - What was the name again? - Vidal! Gaetan Vidal! As you can see, Mr.
Ainsworth, is has been a very long time since the Inspector and I have been face to face, uh? I suppose it has.
- When was the last time we saw each other? - 19 01! - Monte Carlo, the baccarat table! - Is that right? Clearly, you had too much whiskey! And I see you're here with Mr.
Meyers.
- Yes, Inspector - And who might this be? Mademoiselle Rivière.
Monsieur Vidal's attachée.
Monsieur Vidal's proclivity for beautiful attachée's - is known the world over.
- Is it? That must be nice.
There you are, you old devil! Oh, Margaret.
What a pleasure to lay eyes upon you again.
Oh, the pleasure is mine.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm late.
I just simply had to stop and buy you a box of these lovely bonbons.
There's nothing more lovely than your bonbons, Margaret.
Margaret, dear! You remember Monsieur Vidal? I don't think I know a Mons Oh! - William? - Mais non ! Ha! Ha! Clearly, it has been a very long time since I have seen Mrs.
Brackenreid.
- Gaetan Vidal.
- What? What is going on? - And who is this woman? - Mademoiselle Rivière Oh no, I don't care about your name.
- I want you to get your hands off of him! - Margaret, it's all right! It's none of our business how the French wish to flaunt themselves.
Alors,we have very much important business to attend to.
Au revoir ! Au revoir.
- Sir! - What? Oh, yes.
These are all telegrams sent from this hotel last night.
Every one sent by every guest.
Did you receive any strange communication? Sentences that did not make sense? - Unintelligible characters? - No.
Nothing like that.
So Monsieur Vidal never gave you any message of any kind? Why don't you ask Monsieur Vidal? The telegram was gone by the time I found Vidal's body.
So the killer must have taken it.
We need to find a way to draw him out, otherwise Someone's trying to kill me! Or perhaps Monsieur Vidal.
Murdoch, are you all right? The bullet missed me.
I saw the shooter.
Well, not the shooter himself, but a rifle barrel on the third floor of the hotel.
It's clear.
Hurry! Excusez-moi ! Pardon ! - No luck.
- Nothing here either.
Hey! Did you see anyone up here? Hear anything? Uh, like what? A rifle was fired from this floor.
I didn't hear anything.
I'm just eating my lunch.
Heu How long have you been working in this place? - A week or two.
- Mm.
You always eat a sandwich for lunch? - Every day.
- Every day? Like this, in the supply closet? Yes.
What's this about, Vidal? Do you always use a knife and fork for your sandwich? - Dear God! - What? Eating a sandwich with a knife and fork is customary in only one country so far as I know.
- Germany.
- He's a spy! Hey! Es liebe Deutschland! Cyanide.
Along with a couple of other poisons designed to act immediately.
Clearly, he had secrets he didn't want us to learn.
So you're saying that this chap tried to stop Britain from signing in treaty with France and Russia? France being represented by you? I'm sorry we couldn't let you in on it sooner.
- And then you caught him and he killed himself? - Yes, sir.
What a waste.
If Britain's gonna team up with anyone, it should be Germany.
We're related to their bloody king! - Kaiser.
- Yes, him.
Found in the ceiling of the supply closet, along with many communiqués proving he was, in fact, a German spy.
- Then we have our killer.
- Unfortunately not.
When I left Vidal last night, it was to transfer my luggage to my room.
The bellboy helped me do it.
He must have a compatriot.
I also found this.
Seems he did intercept Vidal's telegram.
What does it say? It's a code, intended for me.
It says, "Toronto is compromised.
Our friends are not our friends.
" What does that mean? It means that whoever killed Vidal is on the inside.
And he is trying to stop the treaty.
George! How is your home vacation going? Very well, thank you, Mrs.
Hall.
- Oh, my! Is that ? - Oh, yes.
Turns out Eric left it at his cousin's.
He never took it to the park at all.
Really? He and I had planned on recanvassing the area this afternoon.
Oh, well, he'll be glad to have it back, I suppose.
Uh, Mrs.
Hall? Might I suggest something? Well, this is rather a surprise! I wish I could say I wasn't calling with Oh.
Sorry, I thought you'd finished moving in.
- We have.
- Oh.
And this is the sitting room, then? And the dining room, as you can see.
Oh.
Anyway, as I was saying, I wish I wasn't calling with such dire news.
Oh, dear.
What is it? Another woman is laying hands on your husband.
Oh, that, yes.
I know about that.
And you've allowed this? It's very important.
I can't disclose why William is doing what he's doing, but I can assure you it's it's all an act.
I know the Detective is a good man, but men are not as strong as us.
Is that so? When women feel the urge of temptation, we may entertain it in our minds, but it goes no further.
But men! Men aren't like that at all.
I trust William.
And like I said, it's all an act.
You know best, Julia.
And it really is none of my business, but I saw that woman with her hands on your husband.
And trust me, she has an eye for William Murdoch.
So the Russians or the English.
One is working against us.
I have observed nothing suspicious from either delegation.
We must proceed.
- It's dangerous.
- If the killer is there, we will stop him.
But we will attend the treaty this afternoon and ensure everyone signs.
Yourself included.
I can't actually sign.
Why not? No one will ever know.
Once it's done, I will tell Paris Vidal died - shortly after the signing.
- Meyers.
Meet me in my room.
I have something I must discuss with you.
No! Are you certain? Yes.
I should have known.
I can't believe I didn't see it.
She uses her feminine wiles to seduce you, body and mind.
Rivière? She never contacted Paris about Vidal.
There is no replacement diplomat on the way.
- She's been lying to us.
- What? Why? Because she killed him.
Her intention all along was to stop this treaty.
You believe she is the traitor? Obviously, she expected you to fail when posing as Vidal, and when you didn't, she enlisted the bellboy to kill you.
I'm expected to meet her in her room shortly.
We can't reveal we're onto her.
What? Meyers, she's already tried to kill me once! Murdoch, you must live to sign this treaty.
The world hangs in the balance.
Thank you for coming.
Of course.
What did you want to see me about? I should think it would be obvious.
We cannot go on like this any longer.
Go on like what? Go on pretending the passion between us is only an act.
But it is an act.
Isn't it? Oh, you're right.
I feel it too.
But - But we can't.
- Why not? Because we must remain focused.
The treaty must be the most important thing.
Yes.
I suppose you're right.
Oh! Oops.
I drink yours.
You'll have to have mine.
Go ahead.
Drink.
You fool.
So, Meyers has convinced you I am out to kill you, is that it? That's right! You're a traitor! You never telephoned Washington to ask for the other diplomat.
If you had half a mind, you would see we do, in fact, have a traitor in our midst.
- Terrence Meyers.
- Meyers? He killed Vidal.
I was sure when I realized he was the one who stole the telegram.
But Meyers claims that the bellboy intercepted the telegram.
Oh, but the bellboy never met Vidal, otherwise he would have known that I wasn't him.
Which means Vidal never gave him the telegram and Meyers had it all along.
He lied to us.
He is the traitor! I am not a traitor.
This is Prague all over again, isn't it? You mean your paranoia nearly ruining an entire operation? Oh, no.
No, I mean your lying and manipulating to get what you want.
It's never been about what I want! - It's always you, you and you! - What a damn lie! I offered you the world and you spat it back at me! - What? - Yes! Do you have any idea how long I waited Murdoch? - That's enough.
- I don't know where he is.
Shall I let him know that you're looking for him? No, no, it's not important.
Murdoch, this is outrageous! Arrest her, certainly, but me? - Murdoch! - Come, come, Detective, this is silly.
After all we've been through, after how close we've become, surely you trust me over Meyers? In fact, Mademoiselle Rivière, I trust neither of you.
Therefore, you leave me no choice.
I will have to sign this treaty and find the killer myself.
Hello.
William, that woman was all over you, right here, in the middle of the station house! She's Mademoiselle Rivière did get carried away.
But Julia, it's all an act.
One you're not quite ready to give up, it seems.
What exactly do you intend to do? I intend to go to the treaty signing.
And the killer? Is it Meyers or the woman? I believe it's neither.
But I don't trust them, so I've removed them from the equation.
So there'll be an assassin present at the treaty? Mais oui.
And I intend to catch him.
William, this is very dangerous.
They've already tried to kill you once! That was the German bellboy.
He's no longer a threat.
Besides, the killer now knows that I am an impostor - and has no reason to kill me.
- I'm going in there with you.
Absolutely not! It's far too dangerous.
- You just said it wasn't - Monsieur Vidal! Nice to see you again.
And who might this beautiful young woman be? Sheila Walker.
Ainsworth.
I'm Monsieur Vidal's attachée.
Australian? Uh What they lack in refinement, they make up for with ardor.
Are you quite sure about bringing a woman to the signing of such an important treaty? You can trust me, Mr.
Ainsworth.
I'm not new to this game.
And Gaetan, he can't bear to be away from me.
You see what I mean? We've already looked everywhere.
Well, that's true, but if I've learned anything as a police constable, it's that a second go-around can sometimes uncover the most valuable clues.
I'll poke about over here and you have a look over there.
Constable! A bit a shoelace, in here! A footprint! - The same ones! - My goodness! That could be our thief! We need to follow them, Eric.
Here.
And there's two there! - Oh, look at that big one! - You've got it! There's some over here The prints stop here.
Well, that's it.
That's a dead end, I suppose.
- Maybe we should just go home.
- Wait! It's here! Excellent, Eric! Well done! The villain may have fled but most importantly, we have recovered your motorcar.
Case closed! Of course I never called for the diplomat! Our man in Washington never supported the treaty.
It would have derailed the whole thing! And you know full well why I stole that telegram.
Because you killed Vidal! I found Vidal dead, with the telegram on the desk.
So you just went ahead and took it? Of course I took it! You really think I'd hand it over to you after what happened in Prague? Oh, for the last time, Prague was your fault! Everything I did, I did out of love! Wait a minute if you didn't kill Vidal and I didn't kill Vidal The traitor is still out there.
Murdoch is in a great deal of danger.
Then what are we waiting for? We're locked in.
Locks are meant to be picked.
Vidal! I heard some alarming news.
Oh? What is it? My source had informed me you were dead.
But clearly, my source is not correct.
You can't trust anyone, these days.
Now, we sign? Yes, it will be France's great pleasure to sit at a table with your great nations.
And for Britain as well.
Today will be a glorious day for peace and safety the world over.
Yes, yes can we get on about this? Before we sign, here's an idea.
Why don't we swap pens? The symbol of the unity of our nations.
- I like this.
To show we are friends, yes? - Precisely, sir.
Well, history awaits, gentlemen! As France is our common ally, Monsieur Vidal, would you like the honor of signing first? No.
I will not sign.
I believe this pen is intended to kill me.
And Monsieur Ainsworth is a traitor.
I've never heard of anything so absurd in my life.
Here! See? Now, what is all this about? Oh, uh, it seems I have made a mistake.
Please accept my apologies, Monsieur Ainsworth.
It is this pen that is the deadly device.
Look! When pressed to paper, a pin is triggered, - poisoning he who writes with it.
- Dear God, I almost Someone is trying to kill me! You! You gave me this pen! Sir, I'm sorry not to have said this earlier.
This man is not Vidal! He is an impostor! Are you quite sure about bringing a woman to the signing of such an important treaty? Get him! - No! Ah! - Wait! Wait! You have to believe me.
Ainsworth planted that pen in my pocket.
He's behind all of this! - I've done nothing wrong! - You give this pen, - I kill you now! - Vidal is dead! I sent you the telegram telling you Vidal is dead.
You! But why? I also sent a telegram to Ainsworth - saying the same thing.
- What's he saying? Just kill I knew that the innocent man would assume that the man he knew as Vidal, me, would be dead and therefore would be surprised when I came walking through the door.
- As you were.
- Don't listen to him! The man is a traitor! But the guilty man would assume that telegram was referring to the man he had already killed and therefore would do nothing.
And that was Ainsworth.
- Ainsworth is the traitor.
- Enough of this nonsense.
I'll kill him myself! Stop! Drop that weapon! Right now! Mr.
Ainsworth, you are under arrest for murder.
You can't arrest me, I'm a diplomat! - I killed for England.
- Last I checked, Monty, King Edward doesn't care much for treason.
Come on.
- Pas mal.
- Merci.
This was all very confusing, yes, but now, I believe I understand.
Englishman want to kill Vidal, but instead kill impostor.
And you, Vidal, you use this to set trap.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Very clever! Ah oui !It appears you understand everything.
What is important is Mr.
Dorokhov knows this British madman was not acting on behalf of Britain.
Mr.
Steele will contact London as soon as he is feeling better.
He surely will hang Ainsworth and Britain will still wish to form the entente.
If you, gentlemen, will agree to sign at a future date? If my friend Vidal say "yes", so do I.
Bien sûr ! France will be most eager to sign; - soon, I hope.
- Good! Now, let me talk to Mr.
Steele about small matter of Shanghai.
I'm not a German spy, I'm a British patriot! You agree with me, don't you, Tom? Agree with what, exactly? I was only doing what's best for Britain.
We can't ally ourselves with France and Russia.
The tsar is weak and the French, well - Not really my cup of tea, I must admit.
- Precisely.
The Germans are our friends.
Tom, it's not too late! - For what? - To let me out.
I can stop this treaty.
I don't know much about international politics, but I do know a killer when I see one.
Oh, and Monty, if they ever do let you out, keep your eyes off my wife.
The entente will be saved.
So thank you, Murdoch.
The world was saved in Toronto today.
It's a shame no one will ever know.
I do have one question, however.
When Mademoiselle Rivière and I were accusing you of being a traitor, how did you know? He had a microphone in the flower pot.
He heard every word we said.
- And you knew of this? - I figured it out.
Why did you think I was trying to seduce you? I was making our friend jealous.
When Terrence Meyers runs hot, no man on Earth burns with such passion.
You shot that man with a pocket watch! And that codger, how did he get the pen into I threw a knife at the killer! Yes, it was all quite exciting.
And dangerous.
William, we saved the western world! Yes, we did.
Well, I should take all of this off.
Don't you dare.
Tonight belongs to Sheila Walker and Monsieur Vidal.
Oh Comme vous désirez, ma chérie.