The evil twin!

You know a story is beyond good when it uses the "it wasn't me/him/her it was my/his/her evil twin" as a plot twist. Normally people go as far to pull this one out after an afternoon of drinking soon after they move onto the rums. But to pull out the evil twin is also a pro-Nazi flying spy is really hitting a new found peak usually found in the midst of the inevitable tequila or mescal shots.
Irresponsible? Perhaps.