Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 11, Episode 14 - The Great White Moose - full transcript

[Indistinct conversations,
piano playing]

If it's a girl, I like Mary.

Oh, your mother's name.

I would like to honor her.

I love the name Mary.

And if it's a boy?

Uh, well, William would be nice.

William Il?

It is a convention to name
the eldest son after his father.

So we'll be calling
him Junior? [Chuckles]

Or Will.



Or will Will will his name to
be something other than a verb,

a noun, and future indicative.

Check, please.

William...

You don't have to say
the name if you don't like it.

I never said that I
didn't like your name.

I'm afraid I can
only offer you this.

MURDOCH: "You've saved my life.

Allow me to pay for your meal."

Extraordinary!

Who ever could it be?

I have no idea.

Well, it couldn't be for
me. It must be for you.

I've never saved anyone,
except you... twice.



Well, I've never
saved anyone, either.

Well, there was the one...

I suppose if you count...

DR. OGDEN: You
simply have to tell us.

You're invited to join
him in the private section.

[Indistinct
conversations, laughter]

President Roosevelt.

Detective Murdoch and Dr. Ogden.

Imagine my delight
in seeing you here.

Oh, these fine men
are my guide and guard.

Victor Palmer and
Wilbur Reynolds.

MURDOCH: Gentlemen.

What brings you to
Canada, Mr. President?

[Clears throat]

I am here to hunt the
legendary White Moose.

I've never heard
of such a thing.

Well, I believe albinos exist
in every mammal species.

Oh, it's not albino.
It has dark eyes.

That's what makes it so rare.

Then may I ask, why
do you want to kill it?

To preserve it, of course.

You could preserve
it with a photograph.

Oh, there's already
a photograph.

Hm?

It's the moose I want.

Ah.

And where do
you hope to find it?

Apparently he
returns to Crane Lake

every year at the fall equinox.

Is that common?

For an animal to go to the same
spot at exactly the same time?

Perhaps it's legend, but I'm
willing to take that chance.

[Chuckles]

Well, then, I wish
you happy hunting.

DR. OGDEN: I wish
you happy hunting, too.

- I just hope you miss.
- Oh. [Laughs]

Oh, I must ask that we
keep this meeting secret.

The Canadian government
is unaware I'm in your country.

Your secret is safe with us.

[Laughs]

I don't care if he's the
king of bloody England.

He's... He's sneaking into
our country to kill our moose.

You're laying
claim to the moose?

Well, it's a beautiful, rare,

- majestic beast.
- CRABTREE: Sir!

Doctor.

George?

I'm sorry to disturb
you on a night out,

but we've had a call
to the station house.

Somebody's requesting that you
meet them at the Queen's Hotel.

Room 208.

- Who?
- He wouldn't say, sir.

Only that it was
of vital importance.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I'll see you at home.

Actually, sir, he's
asked for both of you.

Hm.

[Door creaks]

MURDOCH: Oh, no.

Is this the man that called us?

- MEYERS: No.
- [Gasps]

Terrence Meyers.

His name is Guillermo Burgos.

He was an agent for
Spanish intelligence.

I'd like you to find out
who killed him and why.

We had a meeting, but he failed
to show, so I became suspicious.

What was the meeting about?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Did it have anything to
do with the Americans?

No. Why do you ask?

The door was forced open.

It was locked from the
inside. I had no choice.

All the windows are also locked,

which means Mr. Burgos
died inside this room alone.

And along with
the fact of his death,

there's a top secret
dossier that's missing.

There are no obvious
signs of trauma.

I won't know cause of death
until I conduct a postmortem.

Can you help me flip him?

There's something
under the sheet.

Let me see that.

That is the missing
dossier. Intact. Thank God.

I'll see you both in the
morgue in the morning.

[Door closes]

[Indistinct conversations]

MURDOCH: An injection mark?

DR. OGDEN: That's
what I thought at first,

but there were
no signs of poison

in the blood or the organs.

It's also not where one
would readily find a vein.

No.

So he wasn't poisoned.

Well, there are several poisons
that are fairly undetectable,

but I found something
much more interesting.

Electrical burns to the
bottom of the sigmoid intestine.

Obviously an electrode
was placed internally.

So this was torture?

Actually, I believe it was
the means of execution.

This is where the
electrodes were attached.

The charge would have
traveled through the heart,

stopping it long
enough to cause death.

So he wasn't tortured.

Well, there was a slight
deformation of the ulna

which could have
been quite painful.

How recent?

I'll need your Roentgen
ray device to determine that.

I'll have it sent
over straightaway.

Electrocuted?

MEYERS: It's also
likely he was tortured.

You seem preoccupied
with that possibility.

Is your concern for the victim
or what he may have revealed?

Do I seem like the
sentimental type?

If it was worth torturing
and killing a man for,

then it's at the
center of this case.

Tell us what it is.

I can't.

- National...
- Bloody security.

Right.

So where does that
leave us, Murdoch?

Mr. Burgos was electrocuted.

Now, he did not do that
to himself in a locked room.

Also, the killer somehow escaped

without using the
door or the window.

Sir, perhaps the killer was
never actually in this room.

MURDOCH: Then how
did he kill Mr. Burgos?

Perhaps... with robotic arms.

Built into this wall,

just waiting for the
victim to fall asleep.

And when he did, they
made use of this point of entry.

They came in through the
vents, extended across the room,

taking the victim in
their deathlike grip,

and when the deed was
done, they simply retracted,

without a trace.

And how would these
robotic arms controlled?

By whoever was in the
next room, of course.

The next room.

Help me with this, George.

Good Lord.

Find out who stayed
in Room 206, please.

Sir.

Sir.

MURDOCH: What have you, George?

The room was rented
by a Juan Gonzales.

MURDOCH: Did
you get a description?

Nobody remembers seeing him.

I believe this apparatus
was used to kill Mr. Burgos.

CRABTREE: Sir.

There's something
under the bed here.

Looks like
photo-processing equipment.

I used the Roentgen
rays to determine

whether the ulna
fracture was recent.

And the answer is yes.

How recent?

Sometime in the
last two or three days.

It appears to be the result
of a force applied slowly.

- Painful?
- Very.

So this was torture.

Yes. That's a
reasonable conclusion.

I also found this.

I would have
dismissed it as a sliver

had it not been
for the location.

- Right above the injection mark.
- Exactly.

Something was inserted
directly into the muscle.

- Postmortem?
- I believe so.

I retrieved it and discovered
it was a roll of metal foil.

I've unfurled it. Take a look.

MURDOCH: E-N.

- E-N?
- MURDOCH: Yes.

Let me see that.

No, it can't be.

What can't it be?

I've seen this before. I
know this killer's work.

Who is it?

El Noche.

Spanish for "The Night."

He's an assassin who specializes

in killing his
victims invisibly.

Then why leave his mark?

MEYERS: Vanity.

He wants his work appreciated

but only by those
worthy enough to find it.

At least now we know
who we're looking for.

How do we find him?

You can't.

He doesn't exist.

He's a character in a novel.

Is someone impersonating him?

I'm the only one
that's read the book.

Who's the author?

A former adversary,
now imprisoned.

His location is top
secret. You can't go there.

Well, then he'll just have to
be brought to the station house.

[Metal clinks]

[Door opens]

Thank you. You can go.

MURDOCH: Allen Clegg.

I thought you were dead.

Hello, gentlemen.

As you may recall, Mr. Clegg
was relinquished to our authority

after he attempted an
attack on his own country.

Which he tried to
blame on Canada.

I expected he would hang.

Mr. Clegg is now a guest
of the Canadian government.

Apparently your prime minister
thought me more valuable alive.

Alas, I didn't talk.

No, but he has
chosen to write a book.

Hm?

Entitled "Shadow of the Night."

You intercepted it.

Oh, come, Mr. Clegg.

You didn't actually
believe we would allow you

to publish a book, did you?

[Clears throat] Who's read it?

Only me.

What's this book about?

MEYERS: A disgraced
American agent reclaims his glory

by foiling the assassination

of the president
who abandoned him.

That's it? That's your précis?

Who's El Noche?

El Noche is a Spanish assassin

whose brother was
killed on San Juan Hill.

He swore vengeance against
the man who pulled the trigger.

- Theodore Roosevelt.
- If you don't mind.

He tricks Roosevelt
into coming to Canada

to hunt a Great White Moose.

He knows that Roosevelt
will want this moose

and that he'll sneak into
Canada with a minimal retinue

rather than suffer a
meeting with Laurier.

Roosevelt apparently
finds him boring.

True.

We've uncovered a
murder that was committed

by someone who left
the mark of El Noche,

a fictional character.

He's not entirely fictional.

You based your
villain on a real person?

It's permissible in fiction.

Who is he?

I first heard of El Noche during
the Spanish-American War.

No one knew who he was,
but anyone who wronged Spain

could expect his
shadow to fall on them.

Through systematic
methods of persuasion,

we learned a good
deal about him.

Did you leave anything
out or make anything up?

I made up the plot and, uh,
the bit about the white moose.

Everything else I got
from stories I was told.

El Noche is deadly
real, gentlemen.

And he always finds his target.

[Lock clinks]

MURDOCH: It's time
for the truth, Meyers.

I've told you the truth.

Theodore Roosevelt
was in Toronto last night.

How do you know that?

We met him, my wife and I.

He paid for our dinner.

Just before you sent for us.

You didn't think that
worthy of mention?

He's in Canada to hunt
the Great White Moose,

which apparently
returns to the same place

at the same time every year.

He showed me the
Geographic article,

which I assume you
got into his hands.

I should never have
brought you into this.

If my superiors were to
discover that this was out...

JOHN: Well, it is bloody out.

And if you don't
tell them, we will.

[Scoffs] I'm afraid
you can't do that.

Murdoch, get on the phone
to the prime minister's office.

Yes, sir.

- JOHN: They know who we are.
- [Receiver clicks]

Tell them it's a matter
of national security.

Switchboard. Police protocol.

I'd like to call Ottawa, please.

The prime minister's office.

Thank you.

The prime minister doesn't
know about any of this.

Who does?

Burgos, but he's
dead now, so just me.

MURDOCH: And possibly El Noche.

[Sighs]

[Clears throat]

Gentlemen, when I read
Clegg's book, it struck a chord.

The protagonist
is based on Clegg.

The whole book is a roman
à clef of his wishful fantasies.

But it spoke to me.

An agent whose star has
fallen finds a path to redemption.

Your star has fallen?

There were certain incidents
during my time in Borneo

that have somewhat
darkened my reputation.

And how does tricking
the American president

into coming to Canada to hunt
a moose restore that reputation?

Burgos was to fake an
assassination attempt,

which I was to foil.

You copied Clegg's entire plot?

How was I supposed to
know it was based on real life?

JOHN: Carry on.

MEYERS: Naturally, Roosevelt
would have been grateful

that we had saved his life.

Likewise, he would
have been embarrassed

that he had sneaked into Canada.

This would have
given Laurier an edge

during reciprocity negotiations,

and I would be restored
to Agent First Class.

And Burgos?

Burgos, already compromised,
feared retribution from Spain.

After his capture, I
was to fake his death

and give him a new identity.

Unfortunately, he
was tracked down

and killed by El Noche himself.

Bit of irony there.

So how do we catch him?

Well, sir, the first step is to
learn all we can about El Noche.

Starting with Mr. Clegg's book.

No.

I'm afraid that's
classified as top secret.

Not anymore it isn't.

I'm finished. Who has Chapter 6?

I do.

Well, here, let's swap.

We aren't supposed to swap.

Damn it, Higgins, Chapter
5 ends with El Noche

drawing a bead on
Roosevelt's forehead.

I have to know
what happens next.

Roosevelt trips, and the
shot goes over his head.

That's a bit anticlimactic.

What a crackerjack
of a novel, eh, lads?

- Who's got Chapter 5?
- Sir.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, we are
only reading one chapter each

and noting everything
about El Noche.

Oh, you are the
death of joy, Murdoch.

Thank you, sir.

What have we learned so far?

MEYERS: He's
not afraid of heights.

He travels in the
treetops above his quarry.

He has a terrible fear of water.

Won't even get into a boat.

JOHN: He hides
photos in his bedposts.

I'm sorry, what?

El Noche knows that they're
on the way to his room.

They still don't know
what he looks like.

But if they find the
photos in his room,

then they'll know all his plans,

so he hides the
photos in his bedpost.

Bloody brilliant.

Anything?

Nothing.

Hid it in the bedpost.

Oh, well, perhaps Mr. Clegg
invented it as a plot device.

Wrote himself into a corner.

Would you look at that.

MEYERS: It's what
I feared, gentlemen.

MURDOCH: How do you mean?

That is a photograph of a
document from the dossier

that Burgos was carrying.

What does that mean?

It means that El Noche has
all the information he needs

to assassinate President
Roosevelt himself.

Sirs.

The station agent at Brignall
said that the only people

who disembarked at
the northbound 10:14

were a woman and two children.

What about southbound?

He said a lone man did get off
the southbound train at 11:48.

That can't be El Noche.

He would be
traveling northbound.

But, sir, if he carried on
northbound to Parry Sound,

then took the southbound
to avoid detection...

It's what I would do.

JOHN: So he's got a head start.

Henry, when is the
next train out of Toronto?

There's a 12:42 out
of Union Station, sir.

That's enough time
to pack and change.

We'll make Crane
Lake by nightfall.

But we know he prefers to
attack under the cover of darkness.

We also know the
assassin is terrified of water.

We'll be safe on this island.

JOHN: Well, get to
it, then, gentlemen.

Where is my bolograph?

MEYERS: Your what?

It converts heat radiation
into a graphic array.

You can see people in the dark.

Well, actually, sir,
you can see the heat

radiating off of their bodies.

George!

CRABTREE: Sir, I found it.

Where was it?

Sir, McNabb had taken it
to help him shoot raccoons.

Bloody McNabb. Big dozy git.

Thank you.

Well, get a move on, then.

You've got 10 minutes
to catch that train.

Ah. Good luck.

[Train whistle blowing]

MEYERS: You know, it
occurs to me, Murdoch,

that should we reach Roosevelt
before El Noche attacks,

I will, in fact, be saving

the American president
from assassination.

- [Chuckles]
- MURDOCH: And if Roosevelt dies?

MEYERS: The Americans will
want to know why he was in Canada.

They'll probably
uncover the role I played,

and my life will be over.

Then I'd suggest
we pick up the pace.

Sir, a body's been found in
an alleyway off D'Arcy Street.

Well, let's get a move on.
And let's inform Dr. Ogden.

Sir.

JOHN: Right, let's see
what we've got, Crabtree.

- Ooh!
- Oh, good God.

It appears he's lost his head.

And his hands,
by the look of it, sir.

The killer obviously didn't
want us to identify him.

DR. OGDEN: What
have we, gentlemen?

A particularly grisly
one, I'm afraid, Doctor.

That it is.

Excuse me.

Well, I've never seen
her react like that before.

Sir, that's the second
time I've seen Dr. Ogden

overcome like that.

Women have peculiar
constitutions, Crabtree.

When Margaret
was expecting Bobby,

the sight of blood
would send her into a fit.

Sir, are you suggesting
Dr. Ogden is with child?

Bloody hell, Crabtree, I'm
saying women are unpredictable.

Don't look for a reason
for their behavior.

You won't find it.

Everything all right, Doctor?

Let's just get it over with.

Judging by the... The
body temperature...

and the state of rigor mortis,

I'd suggest the time of death
was shortly after midnight.

As for the cause of death...

I'll have to let you know.

Sir, something rather
gross has been found.

JOHN: Oh, no.

MURDOCH: Three bedrolls.

The president is traveling
with two other men.

[Gun cocks]

Mr. President.

My dog chased a
rabbit through the fence.

He didn't catch the
rabbit, but he found this.

He wanted to keep digging.

- Oh, boy.
- Oh, gracious.

Oh, bloody hell.

Sir.

Are you're thinking
what I'm thinking?

That this belongs to the
body we found earlier?

Get your dog to sniff
around some more.

I'll give you a dollar for
every body part you find.

- How about two?
- Don't push it.

- Sir, look.
- Come on.

There's a scar on
the middle finger.

So?

The finger mark I lifted from
the photograph in the bedpost

had a similar scar.

How would a Spanish
assassin know I'm here?

Even my cabinet is
in the dark about it.

- MURDOCH: Well, sir...
- MEYERS: We don't know.

But as you well know, sir,

Spanish spies are
among the world's best.

I'm convinced as to
the threat, Mr. President.

Damn it, Reynolds, I'm not
leaving without that moose.

REYNOLDS: It
returns every year, sir.

We can always come back.

You say he only
attacks at night.

- Well, according to...
- MEYERS: That's correct.

Then we won't have time to
get to Brignall Station before dark.

No, but we can get to the
island before the sun sets.

But what good is the
island? We'll be sitting ducks.

The assassin is
afraid of open water.

Won't even get into a boat.

How do you know so
much about him, hmm?

Interestingly, we
learned about him from...

MEYERS: Spanish intelligence.

The assassin is
apparently a rogue agent.

Personal vendetta against
yourself, apparently, sir.

What did I do to him?

His brother was killed in
your charge up San Juan Hill.

Well, if that's the
case, we ought to pack

and move on as
quickly as we can.

Go.

Murdoch, you cannot
tell them about Clegg.

Mr. Meyers, I will not lie
to the American president

in order to spare
you the consequences

of your poor decisions.

Listen carefully. Clegg being
alive was not my decision.

It was Laurier's.

Two years ago, we informed
the American government

that we had hanged Clegg.

We did not.

We only kept him alive

in order to extract
American intelligence secrets.

So you see, Murdoch,
my own personal interests

are not the only
ones at stake here.

CRABTREE: It's a match, sir.

You're saying these belong
to the infamous El Noche.

Well, most of him.

There's still a head
and a hand at large.

He was an assassin
who killed an assassin

and has now been assassinated.

Concisely put, sir.

Thank you, Crabtree.

We found the head.

Let's have a look.

Crikey.

Sir, that's...

The prison guard that
escorted Clegg to our station.

So Clegg's escort was El Noche?

He's been dead how long?

Midnight last night.

Clegg and the guard
left the station after 11:00.

Sir, I'll get Clegg's picture
to all points of transit.

Carry on, Higgins.

Sir.

The device uses a
bolometer and a graphic array

to visualize heat radiation.

This would be excellent
for hunting at night.

It's only accurate
up to 100 yards

but should help us see
anyone approaching the island.

ROOSEVELT: There's
someone coming right now.

MEYERS: Sir, you
must remain in the tent.

ROOSEVELT: Canvas
won't stop a bullet, Meyers.

No, but it will obscure you
from a sniper on the mainland.

Please.

Sir, we found the
Canadian government wagon

abandoned outside Union Station.

So he's making good his escape.

If freedom is what he's seeking.

How do you mean?

Well, we showed Clegg's photo

around Union
Station this morning.

A clerk remembers
selling him a train ticket

to Brignall this morning.

Brignall?

That's the nearest station to
where Roosevelt's camped.

Sir, it can't be a coincidence.

What does this have
to do with El Noche?

Sir, what if Clegg's guard
was playing the role of El Noche

while Clegg was
still imprisoned?

To what end, though?

Because Clegg's been trying
to obscure the true identity

of the assassin all along.

Bloody hell.

Allen Clegg...

CRABTREE: Is El Noche.

There'll be a station
agent at Brignall.

Get me Brignall
Station right away.

Yes, sir, this is
Toronto Constabulary.

We need to get an urgent message

to a hunting party
at Crane Lake.

Yes, I realize it's nighttime.

Give me that, Crabtree.

Now, listen to me.

The American president
is staying at Crane Lake.

He will be killed if he doesn't
get this message immediately.

Message as follows...

Allen Clegg is El
Noche, and he's escaped.

Repeat... Allen Clegg is El
Noche, and he's escaped.

PALMER: I must insist you
keep down, Mr. President.

He can still shoot at
us from the mainland.

Well, let him try.

His muzzle flash will
reveal his position.

Perhaps you should remove
your hat, Mr. President.

[Sighs]

The Parry Sound Constabulary
has sent a group of men,

but most likely they
won't get there until dawn.

What about the station agent?

He's on his way... by
canoe. Apparently it's quicker.

[Scoffs]

It'll be all right, Doctor.

As soon as he gets the message,

Detective Murdoch
will know what to do.

[Gun clicks]

The first I went
hunting was in Maine.

I was taught by the best.

Bill Sewall, Wilmot Dow.

What were you hunting?

Waterfowl mostly.

I was rather nervous at first.

The anticipation.

The exhilaration of lying
in wait, finger on the trigger.

[Chuckles]

And now I lie in wait for
someone to shoot me.

REYNOLDS: Pardon
me, Mr. President.

Detective Murdoch's
device has picked up a signal.

MURDOCH: There's
somebody near our boat.

Here.

Who's that?

I don't know.

It's the railway agent
from Brignall Station.

- What's he doing out here?
- There's something in his mouth.

It's part of a telegram from
Station House Number Four.

El Noche.

El Noche?

It's the name of the assassin.

Where's the rest
of that message?

More importantly,
what was the message?

Hold on.

"El Noche" is Spanish
for "The Night."

- He calls himself "The Night"?
- You've heard of him?

Oh, yes. We know a man
who called himself The Night,

but he wasn't Spanish.

Who was he?

An American agent
you know, Mr. Meyers.

Your government
hanged him two years ago.

Are you speaking of Allen Clegg?

MEYERS: Murdoch.

Allen Clegg called
himself The Night?

Murdoch, a word.

Enough lies, Mr. Meyers.

Allen Clegg is
alive, Mr. President.

And I fear he may be the
man who seeks to kill you.

MEYERS: What?

Think of it.

We were sent a message
of enough importance

that the station agent canoed
for miles through the night

to try to get it to us.

You think that message
was meant to warn us

that Clegg himself
is the assassin?

Why has your
government lied to me?

I'm not at liberty
to discuss that, sir.

More importantly, why
would Clegg want to kill you?

Well, we... we have a history.

We met at Harvard.

We were both writing our
theses on the War of 1812.

Clegg was obsessed that
America had lost its opportunity

to claim Canada as its own.

And he still is.

You think it's possible
that Clegg seeks

to start another
war with Canada?

But how would killing
me result in war?

It's not like I was
coerced into coming here.

Not coerced.

Tricked.

Isn't that right, Mr. Meyers.

What can you tell
us about Allen Clegg?

When I was
Secretary of the Navy,

Clegg was a covert operative.

It is believed he planted a bomb
on the hull of the USS Maine.

In Havana harbor?

Yes.

The explosion
split the ship in two.

And the war was
declared against Spain.

If Clegg was a Navy diver...

He's not afraid of water.

He only told us that
to get us on this island.

Which means our
sanctuary is a trap.

Reynolds.

Why won't he answer?

MEYERS: Get down!

Got your answer.

Dear God.

MEYERS: He scuttled the boat.

ROOSEVELT: We'll
have to swim for it.

Sir, Agent Clegg now
has the bolograph,

which means he can see us.

- [Arrow fires]
- [Grunts]

Palmer!

MURDOCH: Get down, sir!

He's given away his position.

[Gun cocks]

[Gunshot]

Might have gotten him.

I doubt it.

Sir, we've got to get
you to the mainland.

I'm not leaving this
island without Palmer.

You don't have to.

All we have to do
is get into the water.

The water's freezing.

Precisely my point.

If we lower our
body temperatures,

he won't be able to see
us with the bolograph.

And then?

We fight back.

All right.

Let's move.

[Grunting]

Cover him with blankets.
Try to make him comfortable.

What can I do?

Fill this bag with warm
rocks from the fire.

For what reason?

You've hunted waterfowl before.

We're making a decoy.

[Arrow fires]

[Grunts]

Right. After him!

Blood.

- Let's track him.
- [Gun cocks]

[Sighs]

[Gun cocks]

More blood.

We're close.

Sir, be careful.
It could be a trap.

You've been saying that
since dawn broke, Murdoch.

Let's just say I have my
own reasons for being careful.

And that is?

Can you keep a secret?

Murdoch, I'm a spy.

Julia's with child.

That's wonderful, Murdoch.

And, yes, your secret
is safe with... Oh!

Meyers, no!

Get him.

Murdoch, this way!

MURDOCH: Sir, wait!

I've lost sight of him.

So have I.

[Crossbow clicks]

[Clegg clears throat]

If I put my gun down, you'll
shoot the president and flee.

I can't let you do that.

You shoot him,
and I will shoot you.

ROOSEVELT: I'm
surprised at you, Clegg.

How did you not
think this through?

You betrayed me.

You betrayed America.

CLEGG: I'm a patriot!

A patriot!

Unlike all of you pacifists
who refused to see

that America can have
everything it wants.

It just needs a
reason to take it.

Which you are about
to provide, hmm?

I'm gonna kill you
both and then disappear

and let the evidence
speak for itself.

[Laughs]

[Guns click]

[Growls]

Put the weapon down, Clegg.

[Moose grunts]

ROOSEVELT: There you are.

You son of a gun.

Son...

[Screaming]

Quarter inch to the left, and it
would have pierced the aorta.

Be grateful for
a punctured lung.

[Grunts]

I'm grateful for
many things, Doctor.

Yes, well, we
can all be grateful.

Ah, yes.

I believe congratulations
are in order.

You told him?

He's a spy.

He can keep a secret.

With my life if necessary.

Thank you.

If it's a boy, I
quite like Julian.

Julian?

After you.

William, I don't want him to
be named after me or you.

I want him to have his own name.

Daniel.

I've always loved
the name Daniel.

Well, then Daniel it shall be.

[Dr. Ogden chuckles]

[Grunts]

I suppose Clegg
will hang this time?

After our boys have
had a chat with him.

An extensive chat.

Sir, with regard
to recent events,

I'm of the opinion it
serves both our interests...

That no one find out about this.

You did come to Canada
without permission.

You almost arranged
my assassination.

Shall we call it even, then?

I concur that history
need not record this matter.

But as for your
prime minister...

He need not be apprised, sir.

All right.

Sir, will you not be going
after the Great White Moose?

My misadventure cost
the life of a good man,

very nearly two others.

I've set eyes on the beast.
That will have to be enough.

Thank you for saving
my life yet again.

Always a pleasure.

Driver.

[Engine starts]

MEYERS: Well, Clegg,
I suppose this is it.

CLEGG: I'll be seeing
you in hell, I'm sure.

MEYERS: Perhaps.

But not before I
publish your novel.

Under the name Guillermo Burgos.