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[NARRATOR]: In Toronto's war on crime,
the worst offenders are pursued by the detectives
of the Specialized Criminal Investigations Unit.
These are their stories.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Yuri! My man!
- Hey! - Ey!
- Haha! - Hey, we got a booth waiting
- for us in the library bar. - Nice!
Although, I gotta warn you.
Corey here said the vodka couldn't be Russian.
- Sorry. - You know, the war.
It's fine, I get it.
- Let me grab your bags. - No, no!
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
Need to stay in my own plate.
Your polygraph test came back.
The findings were inconclusive.
Inconclusive.
I'm sorry.
I'm sure this wasn't the result you were hoping for.
It's fine. I expected this.
Just maybe not from you.
Gordon.
[RELIEVED SIGH]
Why aren't you wearing your wedding ring?
You're gonna give me a heart attack.
You didn't answer the question.
Doesn't fit anymore, I was going to get it resized
- next week. - [SCOFFS]
Kelly, honest to God.
I'm gonna get a handle on this.
I don't care if it's keto,
intermittent fasting.
I'll even try Noom if I have to.
Okay, just stop. Just...
go get some sleep, you dummy.
I'm going for a run, okay?
Love you.
Miles!
The kid got in. Dylan got into Georgetown.
Jamie, that is amazing.
All because of the letter you wrote,
you're a goddamn rainmaker!
Listen. Anything you need, day or night,
I got you covered. Alright?
- Alright. - Let's play.
Kelly, come on!
[WOMAN SHOUTING]
Gord!
- Wake up! - Oh! Oh my God! Gord!
I got here, and he was stumble around,
then he fall over, fall down. I didn't do nothing!
- Did you call 911? - Yes, yes. They come now.
Okay, please. Go get another blanket.
- Okay. - Please, now!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. - Thank you.
Hah!
[PANTING]
[PHONE CHIMES]
[SIRENS BLARING]
[HEAVY BREATHING]
[THEME MUSIC]
Wow. The corps d'elite.
And for what? Medics think buddy died of a heart attack.
- His name's Buddy, is it? - Oh, uh no, sorry.
His name is Gord. Gordon Greene, 55.
Got home from work two hours ago,
said hi to his wife inside, then came back out again
and uh, collapsed dead in the driveway.
Housekeeper, Rosa Palma, found him. She called 911.
Yeah, he's got a point. What are we doing here?
Inspector from 44 Division called Holness,
asked us to take a look.
Curious.
Indeed.
Hey, his wedding ring is on the wrong finger.
Guess he was getting something out of the car.
- Rosa Palma? - Yes?
We understand you found Mr. Greene.
Sorry for your loss.
It looks like he was having a heart attack.
I don't think so. He was sweat,
the eyes were tiny dots.
And then he, he make no sense.
"Rosa, this is a bad trip. A bad trip."
What did Gord do for a living?
- He had a travel agency. - And the wife?
Kelly. She's inside.
She didn't want to stay anywhere near the body.
Gord came home. We said hello,
I went out for a run. I was only gone for 40 minutes.
Are these Gord's things?
Yes, they are.
Is there someone you should call? Do you have kids?
We tried... it wasn't in the cards.
May I? Is that Gord's office?
I, I'm sorry, but is this normal
when someone has a heart attack?
Police attend all sudden deaths.
It's a matter of course.
How long were you married?
20 years.
He's annoying and he works too much,
but uh, I love him.
He's my guy, you know?
Rosa said that he's a travel agent.
He started his own company. It's still pretty small.
This morning, he was coming home from work,
but it wasn't even 8 a.m.?
Last night, he stayed late at the office.
He was dealing with some kind of emergency.
Your husband uses a smartphone, right?
- Yeah. - So where's his Blackberry?
He doesn't have one.
Why the uh, Blackberry charger?
I, I have no idea.
The man never threw anything out.
Had your husband put on weight recently?
- Excuse me? - His wedding ring was on his little finger.
He's been stressed at work lately, you know?
He gained a few pounds. I didn't care, but he did.
I'm sorry but, uh...
Are we done here?
I feel like maybe I need to lie down.
Of course.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Oh. G'bye, feet.
Are you quoting Alice in Wonderland,
or are you just simply wondering why a smartphone user
keeps an old Blackberry plugged in on his desk.
And what kind of travel agent works all night.
And what kind of wife won't go near her husband's dead body?
Let's call it in. We'll have Tech process the scene.
Medics were half right. Physically, Gord Greene
was ripe for a heart attack. High cholesterol,
plaque in his arteries, but that's not what killed him.
Yes, his heart failed.
But so did his kidneys.
All of his organs, in fact,
and his lungs were full of fluid.
These events do not all happen at the same time.
I have never seen this before.
The housekeeper said that his pupils were constricted,
he was sweating, incoherent. Any chance it was poison?
No injection marks, nothing in his stomach contents.
If it was poison, it was either inhalation or absorption,
but it's none of the usual suspects.
Arsenic, cyanide, strychnine.
I don't even know how to begin tracing this one.
So a seemingly normal, utterly unremarkable
travel agent just got killed by an untraceable poison.
You've been reading too many thrillers.
You said someone from 44 Division
- asked us to take a look? - Yeah, Inspector McDougall,
I don't know him well, we're on a committee together.
- What did he say? - Well, he said the victim
was a friend of a friend, he asked me if I would put
the very best people on it.
Said it looked like natural causes.
Okay, you know what? Let me call him,
see if I can push for an explanation.
- Thanks. - Great, and can we get
a SPIN team on the wife,
just in the spirit of being sure?
[DISTANT DOG BARKING]
Hi, Kelly.
- What did you tell them? - Nothing.
I followed protocol, I think, I'm just not cut out for this.
Calm down. You're going be fine.
It's all going to be over soon.
I mean I, I did... I did my best.
I'm sure you did.
Again, I'm sorry for your loss.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
I'm, I'm sorry. I'm confused. I thought he had a heart attack.
Well, the exact cause of death is still being determined.
Alice, Gord's wife said that he worked late last night?
That he didn't get home until 8 a.m.?
Yeah, um, that happens once in a while.
We just, we have 39 very particular seniors on a luxury cruise.
Sydney to Singapore, we just had a customs catastrophe.
Our, our guy in Jakarta, apparently he slept in
and we had... 39 passports to process, so...
- Hm. - Whew.
- [CELLPHONE RINGING] - Yeah.
I'm sorry, I have to take this.
- Excuse me. - Oh. Apologies.
It's uh, Peter, right?
- Yeah. - Is there anything you can
tell us about Gord that might surprise us?
Gambling, drugs, women?
No. Gord was a great boss.
Hm. One who kept you here very late.
It happens.
I mean, it's rare, but...
Right now, we have a bunch of fussy seniors on a luxury cruise.
Sydney to Singapore, and last night
we had a bit of a customs catastrophe in Jakarta.
39 passports to process, it just...
it seems trivial now.
Well, Sydney to Singapore.
A customs catastrophe.
They're lying. It's a script, they repeated
each other's answers almost word for word.
Yeah, this whole thing's a front. But for what?
Well, Gord has no criminal history.
Not a lot of travel himself, apart from a few vacations
in Germany, no suspicious hospitalizations.
Quick thumbnail sketch, he looks clean.
Well, I can't say the same for Rubicon Travel.
Just spoke with the building manager,
he said they work very unusual hours
and they installed an incredibly high-tech security system
at their own expense.
Ah, so the office is bogus,
the two remaining employees are lying through their teeth.
Why? What are they covering up?
Illegal activity?
Identity fraud, hitmen for hire, human trafficking.
Man, I love the way you think. The worst of everyone, always.
Okay, don't be cute. This is the job, you do it too.
Which is why I bring you this, courtesy of our SPIN team.
- What you got? - Alright, so just watch.
This is seven hours after Gord's death.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Okay, so he's hiding his identity,
and she is handing him something,
which I took the liberty of blowing up.
The Blackberry.
A merry widow rides again.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
A beautiful spot, under a tree.
Ms. Greene, we just learned your husband
didn't have a heart attack as we suspected.
In fact, he was murdered.
We're still working on exactly
the nature of the substance used,
but whatever it was, it was poison.
And it must have been some pretty strong stuff
if you wouldn't even go near the body.
Uh, I'm sorry, but how would I have known that?
Why did you lie about Gordon not having a Blackberry?
And why did you hand it off to a flower delivery guy
on the same day your husband was murdered?
Were you having an affair?
Maybe you wanted to get your husband out of the way.
You were fishing around, in my grief, with no facts.
- You have no clue! - Well, maybe it has something
to do with Rubicon Travel.
It's not a real business, did you know that?
And Bear Trap.
That phrase ring any bells?
What's going on here?
I was following protocol. Okay? I am just the wife.
But I, I did get training for this kind of thing.
Training to not touch the body. To sweep and secure the area.
Training I never, ever, wanted to use.
And I'm sorry, but I can't talk about it.
What I can promise you is that I'm not involved.
In any way, on any level.
Look. I don't know what happened to my husband.
And I wish I did.
But I have been given instructions.
Very clear instructions.
By Gord's employer.
Thank you.
Detective Graff, Detective Bateman.
We're here to see the Associate Director.
Of course. Do you have an appointment?
Well, no, I texted and I called, but uh...
Then, there's your answer. The chances of you getting by me
- without an appointment are zero. - Call him.
Unfortunately, not without an appointment.
♪ Bear trap, bear trap ♪ ♪ Over the bounding main ♪
Excuse me, sir.
♪ For many a stormy rain will blow ♪
- ♪ And Gord comes back again ♪ - Hey! Do you mind?
Ah. Here's the man.
- It's okay, Frank. I got this. - Looking sharp.
Can I help you?
Well, we're investigating a murder of one Gordon Greene,
47 Elmview Crescent.
I do not follow.
Okay well, Gord had a Blackberry
that his wife dutifully handed over
to a mysterious delivery man.
Gord had a phony business, and Gord was poisoned
by something that no one in this country
has ever seen before. In short, Gord was a spy. Hm?
- Shall I go on? - No.
- [BEEP] - They're with me.
Oh, Detective Frankie Bateman, meet Miles Graff.
- Graff? - Yeah.
He's my brother.
Half-brother.
Gordon Greene collapsed in his driveway yesterday at 8 a.m.
It looked like a heart attack,
but um, his wife's a bad liar, unlike Gord's body.
Now uh, heart, kidneys, total organ failure.
Our pathologist has never seen it before.
Now, if I was a catastrophist, I'd be thinking novichok.
It's not novichok.
Well, I mean, it is, and it isn't.
What, so you're saying that we've been investigating
a victim who was poisoned by a nerve agent?
We have pathologists, uniforms
and medics dealing with that body.
Relax. It's got a short half-life,
if anyone's going to get sick, they would be sick already.
You guys wear gloves, right?
So you know about all this.
Yeah, I was briefed last night.
And we believe that this might be novichok.
B-93, it's very new, used exclusively by the Russians
and no one else knows how to produce it yet.
I'm sorry, but are we saying
that the Russians killed Gord Greene?
- I honestly, I don't know. - Okay, what about Bear Trap?
It was a password we found in Gord's office.
Sloppy trade craft.
But I'm assuming that it's the code name for this operation?
Gord worked in the field,
he was an outdoor cat. He didn't answer to me.
Of course not. You are firmly of the indoor variety.
And frankly, Henry, I don't know much
about what Gord was up to, I don't even know
who picked up his Blackberry.
Honestly, I'm assuming it was someone on his own team.
Frankly? Honestly?
You're really pulling out the trust words there,
so I, I guess we can just go home.
Crack a beer. Put our feet up.
Do what you want. Like I said, we're on it. Okay?
And although it is a terrible shame
that Gord Greene is dead,
we here at Toronto Region cannot cooperate with TPD.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Your brother is an Associate Director at CSIS?
The Canadian Security Intelligence Service?
Yeah, who cannot cooperate.
What absolute hogwash.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Who will guard the guards themselves if not us?
Uh... And it uh,
it didn't cross your mind to give me a heads up?
And Alice, Gord's associate at Rubicon Travel, another liar.
They're breeding. Why do I still hate it when people
hide things from me? I should be used to it by know.
Yeah. Me too.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
[DRUMMING]
Look, I'm a travel agent with Rubicon.
Gord hired me on LinkedIn, I already told you all of that.
Come on, Alice. We know who Gord is.
He works for CSIS, Toronto Region.
Tango-Romeo, alright? We know.
Look, Gord was an intelligence officer.
Operation name Bear Trap, I could go on.
If Gord was something other than what I know...
can't help you.
Okay, let me put it another way, then.
If your travel agent boss, Gord,
made some foreign enemies
during his international experiences,
we'd like to hear about them.
I've never seen a situation so dismal
that a policeman couldn't make it worse.
Brendan Behan, famed Irish playwright.
He's one of my favourites.
Well, then, maybe you should go have Behan's favourite meal
and talk about this case.
I just, I have nothing left to tell you, Detective.
Not everyone reads stage plays from the 50s,
- you know that, right? - Aw, come on.
Everyone knows that Behan's favourite meal
was the spaghetti at the Royal York,
washed down with a bucket of champagne, of course.
Yeah, travel agent Alice was giving us a clue.
Yes, Mr. Greene booked this room
multiple times over the last six months.
He was very particular.
Nice view.
Always this room?
Always.
Okay. Thank you, sir.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[DOOR CLOSING]
Union Station.
Biggest travel connection point in the city.
Maybe Gord and Alice were surveilling someone from here?
[MUFFLED SINGING]
[MAN SINGING IN RUSSIAN]
[SINGING TRAILS OFF]
Can I help you, officers?
Well, you don't seem surprised to see us.
[LAUGHTER] I'm from Russia.
This stuff? Happens all the time.
Okay. Who are you?
Oh, Yuri Petrov.
Laser eye guy.
I sell equipment all around the world,
but I live in Germany now.
Oh. Don't tell anyone,
but I love this city the most.
The Wagner guys are great, they show me a good time.
Gordon Greene. You met him?
Hm. Is he an eye guy?
No, he's not an eye guy,
he works for CSIS. Or at least, he did.
[CHUCKLING]
- What is that? - Ah, cut the crap.
Gord Greene was a Canadian intelligence officer
who, two nights ago, booked the adjoining room
and yesterday, was found dead.
- Hm. - Were you sent here
to assassinate a Canadian citizen
and make it look like a heart attack?
[CHUCKLING]
As my daughter would say, "This has been real."
Na zdrovya.
[CLEARS THROAT]
But given that you broke into my room,
and unless you're here to arrest me for a crime,
I have a dinner booked.
Ruth's Chris.
One of my favourites.
Did you know that every plate they serve the steak on
is heated to 500 degrees?
I, oh... What a country!
Is he smart?
Henry? Hell yeah, he's smart,
he's very smart.
We're not close, though. I don't know him so well.
How come?
Half-brothers, similar lines of work.
I'd have thought you'd have common interests.
Well, he's got this wild theory about his mother's death,
and our father contributing to that death.
It drove a wedge between us.
Interesting.
Alice, hi!
Nice work with the detectives. You did well.
How long have you been watching me?
I'm always watching.
I need to know what they know.
It's not personal.
We'll be in touch.
His bio checks out.
Yuri Petrov, 47, works in international sales
of laser eye equipment. Travels to Toronto
at least eight times a year, but the problem is,
Yuri Petrov didn't exist before ten years ago.
So Yuri's a new identity. Who was he before?
Mark ran him through facial recognition,
and the only thing that came up is this.
Mikhail Orlov, 26.
One of three Vladivostok State students selected
to attend a prestigious nuclear physics program
in Akademgorodok, and there's nothing on him after that.
So, what's he doing at the Royal York Hotel
next door to a CSIS operative?
That's a good question, and we asked him that,
and he was less than forthcoming.
He told us that he had a daughter, though.
Might be why he comes to town so often.
Saskia Petrov, 19.
Second year in residence at St. Michael's College.
- Maybe she's part of his cover. - Maybe she's his weak spot.
[ECHOING GAVEL]
Yeah, my dad's in town this week for some
laser eye conference thing,
so, you wanna know what he does, talk to him.
Saskia, do you know the term "Bear Trap"?
Isn't that like a kind of donut?
Oh wait, no. that's a Bear Claw.
And one more question. Have you met this man?
Oh wait.
I met this dude, that's Drinks Guy!
- Drinks Guy? - Yeah, a couple of months ago,
my roommate was dragging me to this protest rally thing,
I, don't ask me why. I do not care for politics.
But anyways, this guy stopped us outside of residence
and gave us like ten drink tickets for the local bar.
- So... - You went drinking.
Best part, there was a legit bomb threat at the rally,
so it was like, win-win.
- You talked to my daughter? - We did.
And, unlike you, she does remember
meeting Gordon Greene. In fact, two months ago,
he diverted her to a bar,
saved her from a bomb threat at a rally.
He must have heard some chatter about that through his work.
He was protecting your daughter, because she's an asset.
And if she's an asset, so are you.
See, we looked into your reservation
at the Royal York Hotel,
turns out that every time you booked a room there,
well, Gord took the adjoining one.
You weren't spying on Gord, you were working with him.
We also know about the novichok B-93.
And only the Russians are using it,
because nobody else has it.
Gord wasn't killed by the Russians.
Okay, Yuri. Mikhail.
Either which way, we just want to know what's going on here.
And if you tell us, I might just know a guy in CSIS
who can protect you.
You don't threaten a Russian.
Okay, so you're free to go.
You might as well pull your daughter from Psych 101
and drive her out to a motel in Red Deer,
and hope to God that it's not bear season.
I was working on the project with Gord and his associate.
It was a complex project, many years in the making.
They still couldn't decide whether to trust me or not,
so last month, as a show of good faith,
I procured a 10-millilitre sample of a certain...
substance.
You brought the sample last month?
Yeah. It was sealed, it was safe.
I gave it directly to Mr. Greene,
he paid me my fee in return.
Said he would take it straight to the lab downtown.
So, if after a month later,
anyone should use that sample to murder Gordon Greene.
It was someone in his own institution.
You want a warrant for CSIS?
Are you out of your mind? It's never going to happen.
They have an incredible level of protection.
We don't need a warrant for CSIS.
What we do need is a production order
for Gord's personnel files
and the continuity file on the novichok.
- Oh, is that all? - We need to know
if the nerve agent that killed our victim
was tampered with in any way. See who might have handled it.
I thought the dead guy was a travel agent?
It's a big swing, okay? We know that.
But we also know that you took a run at CSIS before,
and you won.
CSIS does not have the power to arrest or detain,
therefore the role of the police is integral
to upholding law within that organization.
I'm flattered, you're reading my old case files.
I was young and stupid.
Okay well, this'll be a breeze,
what with all the uh, the wisdom you've gathered,
now that you've got a little grey in your beard.
Ha. This, this grey?
It's because of you two.
A search is required of the premises, okay.
We're here, anything we can do to help.
We're on the same side, right?
Mike here will accompany you to the lab,
and I'll have my assistant pull up Gordon Greene's files.
- Thank you, Director. - You are most welcome.
[BATEMAN]: You accepted the sample?
Yes, I accepted the sample personally.
No one else handled it.
Okay. Can we see it, please?
No, I had it shipped to Ottawa
the day after we received it.
They're testing it there.
Sample received unknown.
8 millilitres, no, it was 8 millilitres when it left the building,
but it was 10 millilitres when it entered.
It was 8 millilitres when I got it.
No, there must be some mistake.
I measured multiple times.
Who dropped off the sample? Was it Gordon Greene?
Our Associate Director brought it in. Miles Graff.
Redacted, redacted.
Gordon Greene worked at blank
from 2000 and blank to 2000 and we'll never know.
Uh, here we have his annual physical, looks normal.
Mental health, stress and standard polygraph
from August 24. Inconclusive and deleted.
Polygraph, was that the last one?
There's one from October 24. Also inconclusive and deleted.
Who ordered it, and who deleted it?
You sure you're up for this?
I just don't understand why you would tamper with it.
I didn't tamper with anything, alright?
Last month, Gord came in with the sample
and I walked it over to the lab.
Yeah, and by then, it was 2 millilitres short
of what Yuri had delivered.
Who's to say that Yuri had 10 in the first place?
You really going to trust the word of some wannabe
double agent trying to turn a trick?
- Come on, Henry. Do better. - Oh, d-d-don't do that,
just stop right there! Somebody killed your guy
using this stuff. Now, I know it, you know it...
Okay.
Look, we went through Gordon's personnel file.
It's heavily redacted, as you well know,
and we are curious about the two polygraph tests
conducted this year. Both deemed inconclusive,
- both deleted. - Well, sometimes,
polygraph tests are deleted to protect sensitive information.
Okay. So, what information are we talking, exactly?
Not in your production order, and very much need to know.
Oh my God, need to know. You said it.
He always says that when he's covering for someone,
usually it's our father.
May we speak with the polygraphist directly?
I'm afraid that won't be possible.
- Why? - Daphne retired, moved away.
The last I heard, she was abroad living in Paris.
There's no record of a Daphne Roblin in Paris.
The best lie is closest to the truth.
Especially when it comes to my brother,
who's surprisingly bad at it.
Daphne is in Paris.
Paris, Ontario, 23 Pinebank Road.
It's an hour outside the city.
Where are you going?
You follow that lead, I need to find out
why Inspector McDougall sent us to that crime scene. Boss?
[ECHOING GAVEL]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
I don't want anything to do with it.
CSIS, politics, back-scratching.
[SCOFFS] I'm done.
I get it.
And I didn't even like Gord.
Why would I care if he was dead?
- Why didn't you like Gord? - Because he was a liar.
I mean, they're all liars, that's the job.
But I'm polygraph, you don't lie to polygraph. That's just dumb.
[CHUCKLES]
- So what did he lie about? - Doesn't matter.
They said it was a, "he said, she said" thing.
But when Miles Graff told me to deem Gord's tests,
tests I conducted, inconclusive and delete them?
That was it for me. Pension, see ya, bye-bye.
You, you said it was a, "he said, she said".
But I'm guessing that the "she" was also polygraphed?
And was that test also deemed inconclusive and deleted?
- Officially, yes. - And unofficially?
Daphne, have you ever...
said something about a man and not been believed?
You know that's none of your business.
You're right.
But this woman that you spoke to.
- Mm-hmm. - Did you believe her?
Yes.
Then don't let them cover it up.
Have you ever had sexual relations while at work?
Yes.
- Alice. - With whom?
Gordon Greene.
Anyone else?
No.
Have you ever used an illegal drug while at work?
Um, I'm not sure.
Can you clarify?
Uh, well, three times now after an assignment,
he would pour us drinks.
The first time I was excited, so I just drank it.
I woke up in his car,
my nose was bleeding and I couldn't walk.
The second two times I said no, so he did it anyway.
Did what?
He would pin me down and have sex with me.
I knew it was coming when he would
take his wedding ring off.
I said no, obviously,
but he said it was clear I wanted it,
that this was the fun part, this is the rush,
this is the job we signed up for.
Did you make a complaint?
I did.
Many times. [BREATHING SHAKILY]
That's why I'm here.
So, what do you hope to accomplish?
What he did was a crime.
I know it. He knows it.
Everyone does.
So I don't know, maybe they transfer him,
maybe this guy doesn't work with another young woman alone.
And I never have to see his face again.
So sad, huh?
Gordon was a young man.
You gotta take care of yourself.
I mean, I get it.
Stressful, being out in the field.
I miss it, though. I do.
Secrecy. Power.
Interesting. I don't get that feeling.
You know, somehow, I doubt that.
Either way, I think it's best for everyone
if we keep all those feelings,
all that messy complexity, inside.
You gotta take care of yourself.
My god.
You're still living with our old man.
No.
I just come by at night.
Dad's been sick, not that you would know.
No.
What I do know is that there's only one thing
in this world that you love more than our father.
- Our country? - Ah. Good one,
but no, it's more pedestrian than that.
Golf.
According to the folks down at Westview,
you uh, like to tee off with Inspector Jamie McDougall
every Thursday at 7 a.m.
- So? - So McDougall's the one
that brought us into this mess.
He's 44 Division, he called us in.
I got thinking about it when you sent us to Paris, Ontario.
Why'd you send us there? And why'd you even tell us
about the nerve agent in the first place?
- Why'd you want us involved? - I didn't.
Oh please, Miles. It's been a long day.
You knew you couldn't do it yourself, I get it.
You work in the shadows, it's all very need to know,
but we're here now, just you and me.
So admit it. You can't sound the alarm yourself.
But you know I can. And screw the consequences,
I will speak truth to power, no matter what it costs me,
and it has cost me a lot.
But, do me a favour.
Do not lie to me again.
Tom!
Hey I, I put all your calendar files on here for you,
thought it would be easier.
Thanks, man. We good?
Yeah, yeah. You know, I saw my brother
again last night. He doesn't have much,
but he's all over Gord's polygraphs.
I thought you had the files deleted.
- Yeah, I did. - Okay, then we're good.
Yeah. Oh, as long as you deleted the backups
on the server. I don't have access to that.
Tom, I told you that at the time.
Okay. Then I did it.
Good.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Gordon Greene.
Did we delete the backups of the last two polygraphs?
Uh, I'm gonna have to go check the files.
I don't want you to check the files, Jat.
I just want them gone, yeah?
If they're not gone, then make them gone.
You can do that for me, right?
Why are we here again?
Uh, it's just protocol, show of good faith.
I know you both are busy, we appreciate you coming down.
It's right this way.
Alice?
What are you doing here?
I honestly have no idea.
Uh, coffee? Tea? Water?
No, we're good, we're just a little rushed, is all.
Thank you. Alright.
[BEEP]
"Gordon Greene. Did we delete
the backups of the last two polygraphs?"
"Uh, I'm gonna have to go check the files."
"I don't want you to check the files, Jat.
I just want them gone, yeah?
If they're not gone, then make them gone.
You can do that for me, right?"
"Yeah. I'm doing it right now."
[BEEP]
Spring cleaning, eh?
Sounds like you unlawfully
recorded the Director of CSIS Toronto Region
without his knowledge or consent.
Now, how and why would I do that?
I have no goddamn idea.
Well, that's okay. 'Cause we do.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
You were trying to destroy
evidence of repeated sexual assault in your department.
Your man in the field, Gordon Greene,
raped his junior officer multiple times
while on assignment. Alice reported the incidents,
and you did nothing. Look.
Maybe this is none of my business.
You've got an intelligence service to run,
and forget about feelings.
Well, you're right about one thing.
It's none of your business.
You have no idea what we're working with.
Millions of dollars spent,
alliances years in the making, so feelings?
They're not always top of mind.
So what, just collateral damage?
Yes, sometimes.
That's a lot of collateral damage,
multiple sexual assaults,
and now the murder of one of your own people.
They're not feelings. They're facts.
And then there's you, sitting behind your desk.
- Covering it all up. - My job is to stay focused
on success.
Will our long cultivated Russian asset
actually do what he says he can do,
and help us get four Canadian journalists
out of Lefortovo prison in Moscow
before they simply disappear?
You sacrificed Alice Temple
to maybe, possibly,
perhaps someday extricate
four Canadian journalists from Russia?
I didn't sacrifice Alice. She's fine.
She's sitting right here.
Anyway, it's all very, "he said, she said".
No. It was, "she said, she said, she said,"
I said! Over and over again, and nobody cared!
So maybe, you made a different choice.
Get rid of Gordon Greene, and this whole mess goes away.
What, you think I killed Gordon Greene?
No.
Sadly, it's worse.
I think...
you drove a young woman with a bright future
to the point that she had no other option,
but to take the life of a man who was abusing her.
You used the wedding ring, we tested it.
The wedding ring that Gord would slip off his finger
into his pocket every time he assaulted you.
A month ago, you extracted the sample of the novichok,
maybe while Gord was in the shower.
And then you waited, for the next time,
because you knew there would be a next time.
And when that time came, you applied it to the ring.
At best, it would look like a heart attack,
at worst, it would look like he was killed by the Russians.
Alice. It's okay.
I could not go in a room with that man again.
I love my country, and I love this job.
But I could not, I would not do this anymore.
[ALICE BREATHING HEAVILY]
Given the circumstances,
we would opt for a charge of manslaughter.
No trial, no publicity.
And Alice will plead out quietly.
- Tom will resign. - Jesus.
CSIS will keep its public trust intact.
And Bear Trap will continue.
Are you out of your mind?
We will roll a new agent right into place...
- No. - No one will bat an eyelid.
No!
Oh my God.
You're going to take my job.
You planned this!
Alice.
I need you to come with me.
How long you been cooking all this up?
- Whatever do you mean? - Lives are ruined.
The only one walking away clean from this is... is you.
I was wrong, you are a bit of an outdoor cat.
We both wanted justice, Henry, and we got it.
You wanted your boss's job, and you used me to get it.
That's not how I see it.
You know what I think?
I think you're excellent at your job,
and I think that we do good work together.
Come on, Henry, we're grown now.
Honestly, what is it gonna take for you to let it go?
[THEME MUSIC]
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