The Murdoch Mysteries (2004) s17e17 Episode Script

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(THEME MUSIC)
(SOFT MUSIC)
- (RADIO WHIRRING)
- All right, Constable, say something.
Anything.
There once was a young
man from Hog's Hollow
The ladies were eager to follow.
A simple hello will do.
- You'll let me go at once!
- You can't go in there. No!
- This is egregious!
- You can't no!
- Louise Cherry.
- That's all for now.
- Constable, I'll handle this.
- It's outrageous!
Miss Cherry, he's just doing his job.
- Like some autocratic stooge!
- (SCOFFS)
George, Miss Cherry.
I am being wrongly taken into custody.
Under whose orders?
Mine.
- Terrence Meyers.
- Murdoch,
this woman is publishing leaks
from Robert Borden's campaign
on the eve of a federal election.
As is my right!
Rights? (SCOFFS)
As a journalist? Huh. Can you imagine?
A hole blown in the fabric of society.
It's called freedom of the press!
This woman needs to
be thrown behind bars
until she names the
source of these leaks.
- It's a matter of national
- National security. Yes.
But unless you can
point to a specific law
that Miss Cherry is in violation of,
I'm afraid I can't simply
hold her in our cells.
- Miss Cherry, you are free to go.
- Thank you, Detective.
But what's to protect me next time
some mandarin of the state
oversteps his authority?
As far as you're concerned?
I can't guarantee that won't happen.
Then lock me up, Detective.
Let's see how much
stomach this government has
once this issue is before the courts.
What's all this, then?
A mother's meeting?
Sir, I'm attempting
to release Miss Cherry,
but both she and Agent Meyers
seem intent that I lock her up.
Agent Meyers?
Thought you were a politician.
Who are you?
It's classified information.
Meyers, it's always a pleasure,
but we don't have time for this.
- Headed somewhere, sir?
- We both are.
The Honourable Robert Borden
has just arrived in Toronto
and we're looking after him.
The man might be this
country's next prime minister,
so, Miss Cherry, please, run along.
We've got bigger fish to fry.
Murdoch, grab your hat. You're with me.
(SOFT MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Detective Murdoch
- Detectives! Over here.
Thank you for responding
to my call so quickly.
I beg your pardon?
To which call are you referring?
- Kitchen boy found him.
- Wallet's empty.
This camera's been smashed
and there's no film inside.
Perhaps there was a struggle for it.
- Do you know this man?
- I did.
Arthur Wilson.
He worked for Robert Borden.
Well, he's no longer on the payroll.
Based on algor mortis,
I'd estimate the victim
died sometime between
9 P.M. and midnight.
The cause appears to be a penetrating
gunshot wound to the chest.
Death would have been quick.
Right. Thank you, Miss Hart.
I also noticed one other thing. Uh,
there's a key around his neck.
Hmm.
He was keeping it hidden.
Tiny key for a tiny
lock in a tiny door
Bird cage.
Or luggage.
Uh, pardon me. Where might we
find your Borden people here?
Thank you.
Excuse me, sir.
Toronto Constabulary.
Is Mr. Borden about?
I'm sorry. Mr. Borden
cannot be disturbed,
but I assure you I-I
speak on his behalf.
- And you are?
- William Price.
Mr. Borden's political secretary.
Oh. Very good.
What position did Mr. Wilson,
uh, fill on the campaign?
Ah, he was, uh, in charge
of logistics and security.
He travelled ahead of the campaign.
- Oh. Is that why he carried a camera?
- Oh, yes. Yes.
He photographed venues
and accommodations.
- What sort of a man was he?
- Hard to say.
- He, uh, kept to himself.
- Did he have any enemies?
Not that I'm aware of.
In truth, I knew very
little about the man.
When did you see him last?
Two days ago when he quit.
He quit? For what reason?
He wasn't committed to Mr. Borden,
which I could not understand.
He is the best man,
the only man, for the job.
I do hope Mr. Borden has your votes.
Uh, where were you last night
between nine and midnight?
In my room, preparing
the minister's speech.
- Alone?
- Yes.
Will that be all?
Mr. Borden's rally is tonight
and there's a great
deal left to accomplish.
Of course. Thank you for your time.
Remember, Borden is your man.
The man's as oily as tinned fish.
But I don't see any motive for murder.
- Nor do I.
- Ah, sirs.
What have you, George?
Well, I couldn't find
anybody who heard a gunshot,
but the hotel manager gave me this.
Our victim's last known address.
Anything interesting at the desk?
Yes, sir, there's this handbill
from an agricultural
rally just two days ago.
Suitcase with some spare shirts.
And this briefcase.
Well, let's get it open.
It's locked.
The key.
Doesn't fit.
Maybe there's another case?
Right.
Huh. What's this?
Oh. A hidden compartment.
These are internal documents
from the Robert Borden campaign, sir.
Private letters and telegrams.
Not the sort of stuff
that an advance man
would normally carry around.
Sir, these are similar in
content to the documents
that Miss Cherry has been
printing in her paper.
Mr. Wilson was the source of the leaks.
Bloody hell.
She looks to be about 32.
If you could write down that she oh!
Ah, Julia! Please. Come quickly.
- What's happened?
- A woman was brought in
unconscious by her landlady.
Hello, I'm Doctor Julia Ogden.
- What's your tenant's name?
- Oh.
She never said.
I don't think she speaks English.
Has she been ill long?
Well, not that I know of.
Laboured breathing and
her eyes are cloudy.
Is she sensitive to pollen?
Well, how should I know?
What's this?
There's signs of
erythema on her forearm.
That's not my doing.
I found her like that.
Oh, dear God.
Her fingers have been amputated.
Mr. Price, could we have a word?
Sorry, Inspector, you've
caught me at a bad time.
We thought you might like
to see what we've found.
Private campaign documents
that were hidden by your
former logistics man.
Yes, I see.
You knew he was tipping off the press?
He confessed to me personally.
- He confessed?
- Yes.
He said he'd experienced
a change of heart.
He'd been put up to it
by a political rival,
but the more time he
spent with Mr. Borden,
the more he came to regard him
as a kind and thoughtful patriot.
And yet he quit his post anyway?
No. If you want the truth, I fired him.
Bloody hell.
Well, in my experience,
trust between men
is like a fine wine:
Years to develop, no
time at all to spoil.
And what about our
trust in you, Mr. Price?
I'm a political secretary, Inspector.
My job requires skillful
management of facts
in the service of the greater good.
That's just a fancy way of saying
You're a liar.
Excuse me a moment.
Excuse me, miss.
May I ask you a question?
- Well, that depends.
- (CHUCKLING)
I'm Detective William Murdoch
of the Toronto Constabulary.
Um, I assume you are the
telephone switchboard operator?
You're a clever
detective. How'd you know?
Oh. Uh, the size of the
room that you exited,
its proximity to the front
desk, coupled with the fact
that you are only wearing one earring.
(LAUGHING)
It-it gets in the way of the earpiece.
Yes.
Um, did you happen to receive
any strange phone calls last night?
I assure you, Inspector,
after Mr. Wilson was fired,
I never saw or heard from him again.
Now, if there's nothing
else, I must get back to work.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- You're welcome.
- Detective Murdoch,
chatting up young
ladies in hotel lobbies.
That young lady is the
hotel switchboard operator.
It would appear our victim
telephoned the hotel here
last night at eight P.M. desperate
to speak to one of the guests.
Let me guess It's
our political secretary.
I wouldn't trust that man as
far as I could throw a feather.
No, the call was to someone else.
Our victim asked to speak
with his former boss,
the Honourable Robert Laird Borden.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Please, sir, have a seat.
A nasty business.
I didn't know Mr. Wilson well, but
he seemed a decent fellow.
Even though he was leaking
your business to the newspapers?
Even though.
He'd confessed to that
and I'd forgiven him.
Besides, what have I to hide?
An affinity for keeping Canada Canadian!
Guilty as charged.
Sir, if I may.
Uh, Mr. Wilson telephoned
you the night he was killed.
What did he say?
Only that he had discovered a
pressing matter of vital importance
and would I be able to
meet with him straight away.
- Meaning last night?
- Yes.
He said he was making his way directly
and would call on me at
the hotel when he arrived.
- And then what happened?
- Then nothing.
He never appeared.
And we awoke to learn the reason why.
How would you describe Mr. Wilson's
state of mind during the call?
I'm not sure. He
he seemed troubled.
- Did he sound scared?
- Yes, somewhat.
Can you imagine why that could be?
Or what he wanted to tell you?
I'm sorry, I confess I cannot.
Mr. Wilson and I had barely
spoken prior to that evening.
I never saw him that night and
I suppose I never will again.
Excuse me, sir.
- Mr. Borden must prepare his speech.
- Ah.
Well, sir, it was an honour
to make your acquaintance.
Thank you for your time.
Truly, the honour was mine.
A welcome respite from
the campaign trail.
Good day, gentlemen.
There you are, Murdoch.
A man of character.
We can hardly say we know the man.
But he does not strike
me as a vengeful sort.
We'll have to find another
rabbit for this particular hunt.
Excuse me, sirs. Miss Cherry
has published a new edition.
Thank you.
- (SCOFFS)
-
How can she continue to
publish leaked documents
if her source is dead?
Well, let's ask her.
(SIGHING) Why am I here?
Miss Cherry, we need to know
how you obtained your latest exclusive.
And we've already been through this.
I will not divulge my sources.
We know who the source is.
And we've recently found him dead.
Good lord.
- What was his name?
- (SCOFFS)
Don't think you can play
us for fools, young lady.
No, truly, I never met him.
And yet, you were willing to go to jail
to protect the identity
of someone whose identity
you were never actually privy to?
Of course. It's the principle of it.
Information is power, gentlemen.
Just look at what
happened to poor Mister
Miss Cherry, I ask you again
When did you obtain this latest leak?
Just this morning.
How can that be?
- If your source is dead?
- Don't ask me.
I've received a leak almost every day.
Today was no different.
Someone else must be involved.
Maybe that someone is our killer.
Miss Cherry, we need your help.
We need to find out who else
may be connected to these leaks.
And what's in it for me?
You'll get to report on the truth.
That is, if the truth
still matters to you.
It all started with an anonymous letter.
The source told me he
would sell me information
on the Borden campaign.
I was skeptical at first,
but I followed his instructions
and was soon rewarded.
Every morning, I'd check
to see if a mark was set
on a lamppost outside Scott's Diner.
If the mark was there,
I'd go inside and find documents
on the Borden campaign
under my usual seat.
I'd swap the documents for money.
And then leave.
Wiping the mark off
the lamppost as I went.
How long did it take for
the money to disappear?
I'm not sure, but it was
always gone by evening.
I checked myself.
Right.
Let's see if today's
payment's been collected.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
And what do you want?
Well, it's no Buckingham
Palace, but then
none of us are princesses, are we?
Smells a little bit like mould.
Which is why I was airing the place out.
I don't mean to offend.
I'm just trying to establish
the cause of your tenant's illness.
Like I said, it's nothing to do with me.
I keep things proper.
Do you know where she might have worked?
I can't imagine she did work.
The woman, she rarely left the room.
This trunk came from Trieste.
Same as the woman, I suppose.
No, she hardly spoke a word of English.
I haven't had time to tidy up yet!
Oh, dear God.
What is it?
The woman's missing fingers.
Terrence Meyers.
What is the meaning of this?
All will be revealed, but not just yet
- and never to you.
- What? Why?
Because you are a firebrand
and a rabble-rouser.
I'll speak to Detective Murdoch alone.
- Come along, Miss Cherry.
- What?!
We're leaving.
Would have thought
better of you, George.
The public have the
right to know what deeds
are being perpetrated in their name!
There's only so much the public
can be trusted to know. Am I right?
Have a seat, Murdoch.
You must try this new dish from Calgary.
Ginger beef. It's outstanding.
So, what I'm about to tell you
can never leave this restaurant.
I knew who the source of
the leak was, of course.
He worked for me until he
Well, he went soft.
- Went soft?
- Uh.
He abandoned Laurier in
order to side with Borden.
What a joke that was.
Borden has the charisma
of a butter knife.
So, if he was doing
all this at your behest,
then why go through
all the song and dance
to have Miss Cherry reveal her source?
A standard cutout test.
Stress the loyalty of someone
in a double-blind setup
and see how they perform.
Miss Cherry just passed
with flying colours.
Mm.
She's a fiery pistol, that one.
Admire her greatly.
My heart belongs to another.
Right.
So you're responsible for
all of the Borden leaks.
Why?
The leaks were designed to
knock Borden down in the polls.
That man is a monarchist who will work
towards dismantling everything
that Laurier has tried
to accomplish in making Canada
an independent voice on the world stage.
And Laurier is aware
of what you're doing?
The prime minister is involved
with a federal election
as well as trying to
launch a Canadian Navy.
He doesn't get down in
the dirt with men like us.
I see.
So, sorry my man is dead.
But I didn't kill him.
Even though the last time we
met ended in a disagreement.
On account of Mr. Wilson "going soft"?
The man lost his way.
He was talking nonsense
about some threat
he had heard against Borden at a
At an agricultural rally.
Last time I saw him he was
getting on a streetcar with that
ridiculous camera of
his Terrible spycraft.
Any idea where he was going?
Headed towards the ward.
That's all I know.
Or all you're prepared to say.
Any change?
Well, she's resting more peacefully, but
she hasn't awoken yet.
Oh. What did you find?
- The woman's missing fingers.
- (GASPS)
Mercy! What happened to them?!
It appears to be extreme frostbite.
- Oh!
- It would have caused her
enormous discomfort,
perhaps to the point of self-amputation.
Oh. Well, I have heard tales
of Arctic explorers doing
the exact same thing.
Well, uh Toronto may be chilly,
but this is not the High Arctic.
- Thank you, Mrs. Winner.
- Sir.
What have you, George? è Ah,
a place to look, I believe.
Lead the way.
Sir, as far as keeping
secrets from the public,
do you side with Miss
Cherry or Agent Meyers?
I suppose there are things the
government would prefer to keep secret.
But the government works for the people,
not the other way around.
Should Miss Cherry not
have the right to publish
the information she's found?
Not if it was illegally obtained.
Yeah, but then it's the
government that decides
what is legal, or illegal.
Seems to me they're
making up all the rules.
Yes, but "they" are all of us.
Doesn't seem that way sometimes.
- No, it doesn't.
- Ah, in any case, sir,
this is the spot a washerwoman
saw our man take a photograph
down this alley about 8 P.M. last night.
What is it, sir?
George, where is the
nearest telephone call box?
Ah, this way.
Mr. Wilson telephoned the
hotel the night he was killed
and he sounded afraid.
Perhaps the subject of
his photograph spotted him
and gave chase?
And Mr. Wilson's
camera was without film.
What is it, sir?
Our victim's missing film.
Sometimes you get lucky, George.
Do you have it?
Bloody hell. It's not Halloween.
They're Guy Fawkes masks.
- Are they holding
- If I'm not mistaken, that is a bomb.
And it's intended for Robert Borden.
Right this way, ma'am.
It shouldn't take too long.
- Mr. Borden is waiting in the hallway.
- Good man.
Take him straight out. Crabtree here
will provide escort for you both.
Is this disruption really necessary?
If you think this is bad,
imagine what it'll be
like if a bomb goes off.
We need access to the hotel's ballroom.
Uh, it's already been secured.
Not by us.
How long will this take?
As long as it takes to guarantee
the safety of this nation.
Good?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Julia! She's awake! (GASPS)
Hello.
I'm Dr. Julia Ogden.
You're at the Toronto women's clinic.
How are you feeling?
- Has she spoken?
- Not yet.
You were found unconscious in your room.
- Do you remember what happened?
- (SIGHING)
Yes. Two of your fingers
have been amputated.
Did you do that to yourself?
(GROANS)
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Huh.
Can't believe they
need this many chairs.
You sure it's Borden
we're talking about here?
Sounds as though you're
worried he might win.
Hardly.
Serve my country, not
the man leading it.
Should we check under the stage?
I don't think so.
Take another look at the photograph.
Ah, the clamp.
Huh.
I've never seen one of these
attached to a bomb before.
What do you think it's for?
For attaching to a pipe.
(TIMER TICKING)
(CREAKING)
We've found it.
So, yank out the detonator
and we'll be done.
It looks somewhat sophisticated.
It could be too risky.
We should disconnect
the timing device first.
Well,
you're as timid as a sparrow
in a snowstorm, aren't you?
I've done this before, you know.
What? Accidentally detonate a bomb?
Fine.
Have it your way. Play it safe.
But you get no points for style.
Power from the left to the right.
They're both back. Yes.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
- (METALLIC PIECE CLATTERING)
- Oh!
(TIMER STOPPING)
Nicely done.
Right.
And now to arrest the
man that put it here.
You found the bomb. Bravo.
Yes, we did. Mercifully.
You told us that the
ballroom had been secured.
Meaning in the moment.
Of course, people had been in and out.
Yes.
I noticed you wear your
watch chain quite high.
- Higher than most.
- It's the uniform.
It also happens to match
the location of the watch
on the man in this photograph.
I also notice that you
have chalk on your sleeve.
Did you happen to come in contact
with a particular lighting
pipe inside the ballroom?
Oh!
Believe this is also yours.
You on your way to a
costume party, or ?
You're coming with us, sunshine.
Kill him? Come now,
you've seen the bomb,
you found where I put it.
The most that thing would have done is
spoil his speech and
rain down some plaster.
For what reason?
Have you heard what Borden
plans to do to Canadian agronomy?
American tariffs will kill family farms
and force us all to move
to Toronto to work as
ruddy hotel clerks.
Did you attend this agricultural rally?
Yes, sir, I did. Along
with many fine people.
And did you encounter Mr. Wilson there?
No, I only knew him from the hotel.
But he saw you.
And he followed you
and took this photograph.
Why the masks?
It's just a bit of fun, isn't it?
"Remember, remember the 5th
of November" and all that.
Mr. Wilson learned of your plan
and was going to spoil your fun.
So you killed him.
I had nothing to do with the murder.
Where were you last night between
the hours of 9 P.M. and midnight?
I was having a few beers down
at the bull with some friends.
So, who is this friend?
She never told me her name.
I met her at the rally.
She said she could
assist me with the bomb.
Well, gentlemen,
this job has ridden me roughshod
across a broad swale
of human experience.
I've rocketed to the edge of
space and been plunged down
to the depths of human betrayal,
each moment soaking themselves
into the very canvas of my soul,
and because of that, I can honestly say,
I've never been on a mission
as small potatoes as this one.
(CHUCKLING) To small potatoes.
- To small potatoes.
- (GLASSES CLINKING)
Gentlemen, this is far from over.
A man is dead and his
killer's still at large.
Ah. Would you like me to
question Mr. Blake further?
There are ways of making people talk.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Good evening, gentlemen.
- Julia.
- Ah, William, I'm heading home.
Yes. I'll join you.
Terrence Meyers.
Doctor.
Are those Guy Fawkes costumes?
- I know this building.
- You do?
- That's the ward.
- Yes.
I have a new patient that lives there.
Unusual case, actually.
She may have severed her own fingers.
- Why would she do that?
- I don't know.
She doesn't speak English.
I believe she's from Trieste.
Trieste?
What is it?
We've heard rumours of a bomb
expert travelling from Trieste,
but we all thought they
were headed to America.
- Who is this woman?
- I don't know.
The only thing that she said is
"Oh-geer-kosh" or "or-gee-kosh"?
We must question this woman at once.
"Orgyilkos" is Hungarian
and it means "assassin".
I'll see if I can wake her.
Oh, dear God!
Damn. We're too late.
The assassins found her
and finished the job.
It is what I feared.
What are you talking about?
Doctor, your patient is from Trieste,
a vital deep-water port for
the Austro-Hungarian empire,
an empire that's intent
on growing its naval power
at the expense of the British.
You're telling us this
is about the bloody Navy?!
The world is engaged in a
titanic struggle, Inspector.
The battle to control the high seas
and the rise of the dreadnought.
What does this have to do with Canada?
Laurier wants to create a homegrown Navy
while Borden would send money
directly to England for the purpose.
And the Austro-Hungarians
don't want that.
While they have no fear
of a Canadian Navy
A strong British fleet is a threat.
Precisely.
And now that their
munitions expert is dead,
the Huns are going to pivot.
- Pivot to what?
- Something much more direct.
There's clearly a highly
trained foreign assassin
loose in this city, and I predict
that unless we act quickly,
Robert Borden will be killed tonight.
Your Honour, ladies and gentlemen,
I appreciate the opportunity
to speak with you this evening.
The people of Toronto share the concerns
- of all Canadians in this
- Excuse me.
- upcoming federal election.
- Excuse me, sir.
I'm afraid we have to
terminate the event.
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid
the event has to be terminated.
Please make your way to the exits.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
What's happening?
Nothing that should
appear in the papers.
How about a little quid pro quo?
If you know something, Miss Cherry?
I saw someone hurry through
that door a moment ago.
It looked suspicious.
You owe me!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(DOOR CLOSING)
(DOOR CLOSING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Turn around. Show yourself.
Peekaboo.
Laura?
I knew it would be you, Terrence.
It has always been you.
And I'm sorry this also has to be you.
- (GUN COCKING)
- (GUNSHOT)
The international
assassin is your wife?!
Incredible, isn't it?
You little minx.
The last time we met,
you were named Deborah Anderson.
And you were nosy and in the way.
Some things change, some
things stay the same.
I thought you were in prison.
What, did they swap you for McCutchen?
He didn't survive the torture.
They traded me for Hopkins.
Hopkins?
You're worth ten of Hopkins.
Thank you.
It is true.
(CLEARS THROAT)
You wanted to kill Borden,
so you recruited the hotel manager
to do it under false pretenses.
Find a gullible local patsy,
then kill them when it's
done to cover your tracks.
It's brilliant.
You also killed Borden's logistics man.
He saw me with the hotel
manager and had to die.
And you killed your
bomb maker from Trieste.
Hmm another frayed
end that had to be tidied.
And what was tonight's plan?
Tonight's mission was straightforward.
Best ones always are.
I planned to shoot Borden
when he left the stage.
But killing him in a crowd
would make my escape unlikely.
This time, I would surely hang.
So, I went out on the roof
to take in my last breath of freedom,
to look out over the city.
It's charming.
But it wasn't meant to be.
I was thwarted once again by
Canada's most brilliant spy
And his wide-eyed provincial sidekick.
Excuse me?
Bravo, Terrence.
Bravo.
I am prepared to meet my fate.
Not like my wife to be
caught out so easily.
And why not?
We acted with swift
precision and were rewarded.
I mean, how many of us have not
lost a step or two over the years?
Mind your words, sir. That woman
could run circles around any of us.
(PHONE RINGING)
Detective Murdoch.
It's Miss Hart.
Just a moment, Miss Hart.
I am placing our call on my
interoffice communication device.
Uh, please go ahead.
While the wound on her neck
was indeed the cause of death
(FEEDBACK RINGING)
You've found something else?
The internal examination
revealed her lungs were damaged
by delayed onset edema.
- An accumulation of fluids.
- Yes.
Spectroscopic analysis
shows the victim inhaled
a near-fatal dose of phosgene gas.
Good lord.
Although she was murdered,
she likely wouldn't have
survived another day.
Well, what happened to her?
Gentlemen, we have been hearing chatter
about the Austrians
experimenting with gas warfare.
We had no idea they'd progressed so far.
Our victim must have been
working with liquid phosgene,
it must have released in her room,
frozen her fingers and
destroyed her lungs.
(SIGHING) Gentleman,
if I'm not mistaken,
this bomb wasn't
merely meant to explode.
It would have also
released phosgene gas.
But we foiled Laura's plan.
Yes, but we arrested her on the roof
right next to all of the
ventilation equipment.
Laura Sà♪llne wasn't up there
taking in the view before her arrest.
She was planting a bomb.
It'll gas the whole hotel.
We need to find it quickly.
Murdoch!
I'll let you handle that one.
Thank you.
(TIMER TICKING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(METALLIC CLINKING)
(TICKING STOPS)
(SIGHING)
Gentlemen. And lady.
Before we toast our
success, please indulge me:
Remember, remember, the 5th of November,
this bomb scare shall all be forgot.
But I see no reason, why
elections and treason,
should come down to bloody dreadnoughts!
- (LAUGHING)
- (ALL): Cheers!
Seeing as my Borden leaks have dried up,
there is still the issue of
the outstanding story I'm owed.
Well, don't keep us in suspense.
I can see it now:
"Deadly gas leak threatens
prime minister candidate!"
Uh, I'm sorry. You cannot say that.
"Austrian spy stopped in Toronto sky!"
I must insist not. It's a matter of
National security, yes!
So, what am I allowed to say?!
You've been celebrating.
A little bit. Yeah.
Schade!
How did you figure it out?
It's my usual combination
of insight, instinct,
broad luck. (LAUGHING)
Incredible!
You know, I used to wonder if
all Canadians were like you,
but now I know.
Your charm was always so rakish.
Oh. You find me rakish, huh?
Hmm
Next month is not just
the federal election.
Oh. Liebling!
Our anniversary!
You remembered!
Those 20 glorious years.
How could I forget?
Oh, marmalade.
Surprise!
Knock-out lipstick.
Damn, you're good.
(SIGHING)
I've built up quite a
tolerance over the years.
Goodbye, my love.
Auf wiedersehen.
Gentlemen, I feel a fool.
For still chasing after a woman
who only married you so she could
spy on the Canadian government?
Thus allowing an international
assassin to escape.
(LAUGHING)
Laugh all you want. I will catch her.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- Murdoch.
Ah, gentlemen, please don't
stop the fun on my account.
I would not be my mother's son
if I did not make a special
stop to thank you personally
for saving myself and everyone
at the hotel last night.
Well, that was thanks to
Agent Meyers over there
and our very own
Detective William Murdoch.
No commendations, no parades.
It was our pleasure to be of service.
I appreciate your
expertise and fearlessness
in the face of danger
and I look forward to serving
you as your next prime minister.
Well, sir, you have my vote.
He does seem a truly decent fellow.
Ah, maybe so.
But Laurier's been top
dog for fifteen years,
and as long as I'm at the wheel,
it'll be Laurier for fifteen more.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) Morning, sirs.
Have you seen Miss Cherry's newspaper?
"Sentinel editor saves Borden's life."
(CHUCKLING)
"A gas leak at the queen's
hotel threatened to end
Robert Borden's campaign
but disaster was averted
by the quick thinking and
decisive action of your editor,
- Miss Louise Cherry."
- (SCOFFS)
Well, that's one way of putting it.
The press is an excellent
servant, but a terrible master.
Oh, please, come now, Agent Meyers.
Even you must admit that
democracy can only truly shine under
the bright light of a free press.
Prefer to stay in the
shadows, thank you very much.
Well, gentlemen, if you'll excuse me,
it would appear that
I have a wife to find.
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