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- [Country music]
- ♪ it's all right ♪

♪ it's okay ♪

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey ♪

♪ it's all right ♪

♪ I say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's all right ♪

♪ doin fine ♪

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ it's all right ♪

♪ I say it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day ♪

You're gonna do this, yeah.

You're gonna do it.

Yeah, I told Charlie...

Come on, Spencer.

Come on.

Listen, Spence mate,

you said you were
gonna do this, all right?

I know.

Well do it.

I will.

Put your money
where your mouth is.

Go on, go on, go on.

Spencer, do it.

Come on.

All right!

Come on, Spencer, come on.

[Spencer grunts]

- [Spencer] Shit!
- [Glass shatters]

Aw, shit.

[Cars honking]

[Tyres screeching]

[Cars honking]

You pigs never let go.

I chucked a brick.

That's all.

Are you Spencer Antony Rogers?

You're the stasi.

You tell me.

Hey, answer the
question, smart arse.

I'm not talking to you lot.

You sure about
that, are you aye?

We need to have a chat

about your illustrious
family tree, Spencer.

Yeah, father, brothers, uncles.

What's this got to do with...

Catch up, idiot.

We're not here about the brick.

Ever heard of Agnes Bradley.

No.

You sure about that?

She was in the news.

Is it a missing
persons or something?

You got a picture?

Here, feast your eyes, Sonny.

She was found a mile from here.

And her killer shares your DNA.

I wanna see my mom.

Yeah, I'll bet you do.

Go away, Spence.

I've got this.

I can fight my own battles.

I said go.

Why'd you show him those photos?

You scared the shit out of him.

It's a moderate inquiry.

You know, he didn't kill anyone.

Then somebody in ya family did.

We'll need names and
details of all family members.

Steve, Kelli wants to help us.

She just needs a
little space here.

Yeah, give her some
space why don't you?

They gonna jail Spence for
that business on the bridge?

That's for the
courts I'm afraid.

'Cause if he gets done
that's his whole life gone at 17.

[Sighs] Does Spencer
have any brothers?

Kelli, please.

Look, why should I help you?

A woman was murdered.

Yeah, we'll it's
nothing to do with us.

Are you sure?

What happened?

You don't wanna
know the details.

Spencer's an only child like me.

He's got no male relatives.

I'd like to speak to his father.

So would I.

Alex is in the cemetery.

It's cancer, 2006.

Did Alex have any brothers?

This has got nothing to do...

DNA doesn't lie.

Alex isn't Spencer's
real father.

Who is?

I dunno.

Why are you protecting him?

I'm protecting my son.

All right, his father
is the person...

I hate his father.

What's his name?

He raped me, all right.

I never got his name.

[Sasha breathes deeply]

Kelli's account of the rape,

it's a difficult read.

Anything in there?

She was attacked from behind.

Never saw him coming, hand
over mouth, knife to the throat,

dragged backwards into a park.

He was masked, gloved,
and dressed in black.

Did he speak at all?

Not a word, no
accent for us to trace.

Knew exactly what he was doing.

Like our man who took Agnes.

Or they're the same person.

A rapist in 98 has
turned murderer in 2010.

[Sasha] And I dread to think

what he's been up to in between.

Well it's your job
to find the links.

I'll check Kelli's
local station.

See if there are any other
sexual attacks around that time.

And I'll keep talking to her

in the hope that
her memory clears.

Meanwhile, Agnes Bradley,
a hugely experienced

and respected
professional interpreter, 55,

never been married, last
seen leaving a flatmate's

birthday party at a
cocktail bar around 9:30.

She wasn't discovered for
36 hours, but estimated time

of death is shortly
after she disappeared.

No cctv of her near the bar
and the original investigation

couldn't pinpoint any vehicle
sightings near the marshes.

What, no tyre
tracks at the scene?

It rained the night
before Agnes was found.

Our killer got lucky.

Or he knew the forecast.

Wouldn't put it past him.

He's played it smart
in every other respect.

Hmm, both with
Agnes and with Kelli.

I'm afraid we're
dealing with an expert.

This is something he's
really rather good at.

[Diplomat] Relief for
households might also come

from the European commission.

She has the
privileges for a number

of large industrial electricity
consumers in her sights.

[Speaking foreign language]

That was very impressive.

The speaker was big on jargon.

Yes, I heard him
mention "granularity".

And "assignment
capsule," did you catch that?

I rather wish I hadn't.

Diplomatic conferences
are the worst.

When someone says
"with all due respect,"

an englishman knows
he's about to be rude.

But it's quite difficult
to put into translation.

How many languages do you speak?

I have six in my combination.

It's pretty standard.

The more you have the
more chance you have of work.

How many did Agnes speak?

She was a rare flower.

She only had three: English,
German, and Spanish.

But all of those were active.

Interpreters will
work by listening in

on one of their
passive languages,

and then they render it into
their active mother tongue.

But Agnes had a Spanish mother,

a German father, and
was raised in the UK.

So three active.

Where did you meet?

At a booth in the
European parliament.

Oh, you always dread
who you get paired with,

but I got lucky.

How come?

She was a legend.

So supportive.

You really rely on your partner.

The work is intense.

She was older, vastly
more experienced,

but we became firm friends.

Do you own this flat?

Do you have any idea
how much interpreters earn?

Not enough?

Bout half as much as the bloke

who came to fix
my drains last week.

Tell me about
your birthday party.

It was pretty ordinary.

30 to 40 people, swanky bar,
comedy cocktails, massive bill.

But Agnes left early?

She had a medical
gig the next day.

She needed to go home
are learn some vocabulary.

So she was swotting up

on the technical
terms for appendicitis?

[Zoe speaking foreign language]

You really need
to know your stuff.

She was incredibly
conscientious.

[Speaking foreign language]

Diligence is the
mother of happiness.

"Good fortune."

Cervantes.

In all the time I knew her
Agnes never made a mistake.

That doesn't happen by accident.

I still don't understand
why she left early.

She had a match too.

This is her board.

It was how she cleared her mind.

Chess is hardly
easy on the mind.

It's a different
muscle function.

Work is words.

Chess is geometry.

It was her way of relaxing.

Agnes hadn't been in a
relationship for many years.

Hmm.

She always said, "men
are fine for the weekend,

but they just getting the
way the rest of the time."

And who was she
seeing for the weekend?

Agnes took her love
where she found it

and kept it to herself.

A secret life?

She wasn't defined by men

or career or anything else.

Please don't try
to categorise her.

She wasn't just an interpreter
or a chess enthusiast.

She was Agnes.

Why have we been
lumbered with the chess bloke?

Oh stop moaning.

I'm not moaning,
it's just that...

They're the same clothes
you were wearing yesterday?

What?

No, no.

Yes, they are.

And you look knackered.

Who's the lucky
lady, aye aye aye?

Just leave it, Gerry, okay?

Was it that Anita from accounts

you've been sniffing around?

Oo, you lucky sort.

She could check
my invoices anytime.

Just leave it, all right.

Look at that: Founded 1893.

Now that sort of info would
be better than Viagra for Danny.

Let's get on with this, okay?

What the...

My name is Viktor Cruz.

I already made
statement of facts I know.

I miss nothing.

So you read statement
why you here.

We have fresh evidence.

What evidence?

We can't tell you.

Then what is point?

My statement of facts
will remain the same.

Think of us as a
new pair of eyes.

The facts are same.

Only people
analysing are different.

You are better
than first police?

Spot on.

We are the super
sleuths of Scotland yard.

I don't think so.

[Brian] So give us
your account firsthand.

It may be you do not
trust your colleagues.

You think they have
changed my statement?

They are corrupt?

You're paranoid, mate.

I am head of chess club.

Agnes was team-player.

This is all.

Was she good?

After I teach her, yes.

He rating was
1999 when she died.

And that's good?

Mm, formula to convert it

to more understandable
elo or fide rate-

just give us a
general idea, okay?

Why would you want general when

I can give you
absolute specific?

Cause at my age every
minute of life is precious.

I knew you are not super sleuth.

You are superficial. [Laughs]

1999 is exceptional for woman.

Did she play against men?

It is Democratic sport.

Hm.

It's, oi!

Hey!

So who were her main rivals?

You think she was
killed for chess.

That is just money
I can lose right now.

Like Agatha christie. [Chuckles]

Yeah, well thanks for your help.

Stay for game.

No, no, I don't play chess.

In Russia, they
teach us at school.

But maybe they think
English children cannot cope.

We can cope okay.

In fact, there was a
chess club at my school.

I mean, it was full of people
wearing sandals and socks.

I preferred boxing and birds.

They share strategy.

Study quarry for weak spot,
narrow space for escape,

and go for kill.

You must've been a big
hit in the dating scene.

So which move should white make?

You're having a
laugh, aren't you?

You don't use analytical brain.

This is very bad
for a policeman.

All right. [Groans]

There.

And now?

Well now I move my
mare up to join my pawns.

And what next?

Huh.

You're stuffed.

Cause I'm attacking your
centre from three sides,

isolating your man of the cloth.

My bishop.

I had not seen that.

You should play.

You're a natural.

Oh, come on.

Ph.

Said I was a natural.

Oh, he's just being polite.

Listen, iron curtain
Ivan's don't do polite.

They tell it like it is.

So now you're a chess champ.

Oh, we should play sometime.

Yeah, you just want to
put me back in my box.

Crush my dreams.

I just want a game.

Well, when I'm ready I'll
come looking for you, all right?

Did you find out if
Agnes had any rivals?

Why are we bothering with this?

Whoever heard of a chess killer?

No, don't
underestimate the levels

of animosity used in the game.

The duel between fischer and
spassky defined the cold war.

And he's off.

And do you remember when
Kasparov took on Karpov,

the darling of the
Soviet establishment?

Well, then that was an
epic, went on for five months.

And their bitter rivalry

ultimately was played
out over three decades.

I'll see if either of them

are lurkin around Hayes in 1998.

Just get back on it again
tomorrow and find out

- if she had any rivals.
- [Phone rings]

Waste of bloody time.

Hello?

So what are you
going to be doing?

Yeah.

Strickland's escorting
me around the embassies.

What's wrong with him?

Is he just really grumpy?

I've been treading on
eggshells all bleeding day.

My money's on a
touch of constipation.

I'll find out what's
wrong with him.

No, no, no.

You're nobody's idea
of the peace corps.

Let him sort it out himself.

[Sombre orchestral music]

[Monitor beeping]

[Man coughs]

I thought I could smell shite.

Don't put us out
of our misery yet.

Where's your sister?

Alice is busy.

You're stuck with me.

[Sighs] She's a good lass.

She's one of the best.

All right, I told your
"good lass" it was her turn.

But she's having
her hair done again.

[Father sighs]

You should be the one in here.

You'd fit right in.

Limp, bloodless.

Anything I can get you?

Newspapers,
books, grouting wire?

[Father groans]

Get me my clothes.

I'm leaving.

Oh, don't be so stupid.

Lie back down for god's sake.

Lie down!

[Father groans]

Stupid.

I thought you wanted me dead.

Everyone wants you dead.

So show me to my clothes
and take me out that door.

I'm may have breathed my
last by morning, I promise you.

I don't want to be the man
whose father died in a gutter.

[Sighs] Do it here.

Now.

Go on.

[Brian chuckles]

You don't wanna pay for me.

I don't want to
be in your ditch.

Go on.

Do it!

[Brian breathes deeply]

You always were a coward.

Always running away! [Coughs]

Which embassy is this?

Chileans, Agnes worked
here freelance for four years.

Let's hope they've
got more to tell us

than the Mexicans
and the Germans.

The embassy
counts as foreign soil.

Don't let the side down.

[Alvarez speaking
foreign language]

Mr. Alvarez.

Welcome to the embassy.

Deputy assistant
commissioner Robert strickland.

Before we go in I'd like
to extend my great thanks

to Mr. Alvarez, who's
deputy head of mission here,

for giving us his time.

Dci Sasha Miller.

Everyone here was saddened

to hear of Agnes's savage death.

Of course.

What did she do for you?

In the old days we'd
have an interpreter,

translator on permanent staff.

But now we just have a
list of approved freelancers.

Agnes was a regular?

Her work was immaculate.

Sometimes it
would be interpreting

for visiting heads of
state or when the mission

goes to present
itself elsewhere.

So she would have been
present at quite high level talks?

Well we're negotiating
commercial treaties

or looking to consolidate
diplomatic ties.

But it could also
be very mundane:

Simple translation of documents,

disagreements, press releases.

Still an interpreter is in a
privileged position of trust.

Which is why we only employ

at Agnes's high
level of experience.

You must have got to know
her quite well over the years.

I'm sure Agnes would say
that the best interpreters

are those that you don't notice.

Your English is excellent.

I've been here a very long time.

Since 1990.

There was a world cup.

You were all very excited.

Until we missed our
penalties. [Laughs]

Were you close to Agnes?

Sorry?

I mean, did you know her well?

You must've
worked quite closely.

I didn't know Agnes outside
of our professional contact.

No small talk around
the coffee table?

Absolutely none.

Are there minutes of the
meetings Agnes attended?

I'd like to get an idea of the
issue she was involved with.

Is there a suggestion that
her work here at the embassy

or contact with anyone
here contributed to her death?

No, no, not at all.

Agnes had nothing to fear
from her work here with us.

And these questions
are impolite at best.

Please forgive the natural
curiosity of a policeman.

I hope I haven't cause offence.

I think we've taken up too
much of your time, Mr. Alvarez.

Thank you very much.

You see chess is
all about an inner eye

for geometric relationships.

Plus, of course, a
capacity for deductive logic.

Why are we wasting
our time here again?

Look, look, look.

If a implies b and b
implies c, then a implies c.

Do you understand?

I do.

Yeah?

If you keep talking bollix

and I keep listening
to your bollix,

you'll keep talking bollix,

which is why you're on your own.

Steve!

Back again?

Yeah, well, I had so
much fun last time,

I couldn't resist.

Oh, you want to join chess club?

Membership is very reasonable.

No, no, what I want is
for you to tell me who were

Agnes's three main rivals.

Everyone is rival.

Yeah, I know, but there
must've been someone specific.

Thanks for your time, Igor.

[Upbeat orchestral music]

I'll find out me self.

Hm.

People get very touchy on
the subject of chess, don't they?

Does it really hurt
when you lose?

And especially, with all due
respect, against a woman.

Checkmate.

Now I heard that Agnes
was a bit of a handful.

Did anyone ever
get the up with her?

Hey, I'll tell you what.

There's some decent
folk pushing pawns.

Any potential killers?

Well, I dunno, but I mean,

I thought it would all
be geeks and nerds.

But did you know Humphrey
bogart was a player?

And Lennox Lewis plays.

[Brain] Let's get him in then.

Anyway, Agnes played
in the local league

and tournaments, right?

With a very high win rate,

but a couple of
players took against her.

She beat a 13 year old kid
in a crunch match in 2009.

Vj Thomas.

And he kicked off
alarmingly apparently.

Oh what, so this
13 year old what?

Kills her, drives her
20 miles in his what?

His mom's Volvo?

Dumps her in the forest and
there's no trace of evidence.

What are you talking about?

Then there's Jeremy Powell.

Very strong player,
but Agnes owned him,

beat him time and time again.

And he got really narked.

Go on.

Well, a physicist,
30s, obsessed.

Kept asking to play Agnes.

Kept getting tumped.

Except 10 days before she died,

they played a game at his
house and he finally won.

Couldn't stop boasting about it.

How's this make him a suspect?

No, it makes him a
witness at the very least.

She was in his house,

and nobody ever
mentioned or talked to him.

We need to concentrate
on this rape in 98.

This is a waste of time.

All right, what have
you got for us then?

[Brain mumbles]

Is that the sound of bugger all?

Gerry, wind it in.

Ah, come on, Stevie wonder.

Were there any other sexual
assaults in Hayes in 98?

I haven't had time to
dig into all that, okay?

Oh, you haven't had time.

He's been like this for days!

Doesn't bring
anything to the party,

and then pisses
on everyone's chips.

Whereas you're the king

of the feel-good
factory, eh Gerry?

Right, stop it you two.

Just kiss and makeup.

And then go and see this Powell.

What, together?

I don't want him around
here in that mood.

Buy him a lollipop.

Find out what's wrong.

I'm gonna go and see Kelli.

I'll buy him a bleeding lolly.

[Brian] So tell me about Agnes.

[Powell] I hardly knew here.

[Brian] You played
her often enough.

You don't talk to
your opponents.

That's the beauty of the game.

What's wrong with talking?

People rarely have
anything intelligent to say.

Very grand of you.

You want me to
apologise for being smarter

than 99% of the population?

You could always
have talked to her

about your little friends here.

Leave that alone.

You weren't smarter than
Agnes though, were ya?

No, she won most of the time.

Didn't she?

Actually, I think we
were pretty even.

Although you did beat her
the week before she was killed.

If you say so.

I play a lot of chess.

What's your favourite opening?

Ha!

You wouldn't understand.

Try me.

I like the Budapest gambit.

You played her at your place.

Was that a frequent fixture?

No, no, I think it
was the only time.

So why invite her back?

Somebody that you hardly knew.

Well, I invite lots
of people over.

I find it easier
to play at mine,

where there's no strange
smells, noise, distraction,

or the problem
of using a lavatory

in unfamiliar
surroundings to distract me.

Still seems odd to say
that you hardly knew Agnes.

Well I knew
nothing of her or life.

Any conversation that we
had was always about chess.

So, no, I don't
think it's accurate

for you to say that I knew her
or indeed that she knew me.

Okay.

Where were you living in 98?

Why do you wanna know?

Why don't you want to tell us?

I don't see how it's relevant.

Well we've already checked.

You were in hounslow.

That's a couple of
miles from Hayes.

Mean anything to ya?

Why should it?

Come on, Steve.

Catch you later.

Never heard of that
Budapest opening.

I'll have to look it up.

Didn't want to tell
us about hounslow.

The man's a liar.

Yeah, and he must know
his stats against Agnes.

I mean these chess
freaks are fruitcakes.

They document every
game, every move.

It's part of their obsession.

You're turning into
a bit of a fruitcake

yourself, you know?

I'm just taking a professional
interests, that's all.

It's a boring game.

Listen mate, I'm sorry about
what happened back at base.

We'll don't worry, Gerry.

From now on I'll straighten
every sinew in my body

to reach your very high
standards of policing.

Steve, Steve, I'm
trying to apologise.

Yeah, I don't need your apology.

I'll find my own way back.

Yeah, stewie, hi, yeah.

It's dad, Steve here.

Look, I won't be able
to make it tonight.

Sorry, a bit last
minute, I know, but...

You know, next time we meet
up, pine a pint on me, okay?

Okay, cheers to you, bye bye.

Are you absolutely sure

that Spencer was
conceived on that night?

Yeah, I'd never had sex before

or for a long time
after that neither.

And your attacker
came at you from behind

while you were
walking near the park?

He was on top of me straight
away, knees on my arms.

His hand was over my face.

I tried to see him,

but he was twisting my
neck too, into the dirt.

He didn't say a single word?

No.

Not even to threaten you
or to tell you what to do?

No, he didn't need words.

Or maybe he was hiding
something, like an accent.

[Phone rings]

What's up, Danny?

I've contacted every corporate

that Agnes worked for
in her last 18 months.

She wasn't in on any meeting

where commercially sensitive
matters were discussed.

So I had a closer look at the
work she did for the embassies

and she was taken off
the list in November 09.

Taken off the lists?

Mm-hm, my Spanish
embassy contact said

they were told not
to use her again.

[Sasha] Agnes was black listed?

Well, Spanish wouldn't say.

So I spoke to the
Mexicans the Germans,

but it was the same story.

No contracts after
November of 09.

The Chileans?

Well, they haven't got back.

But her very last
embassy job was for them.

2nd of November, 2009.

[Monitor beeping]

[Father wheezes]

[Phone rings]

Yeah, Trish, hello?

Yeah, I know.

I know.

Well I left stewie
a message, okay?

I expect...

It's a work thing and I can't.

Yeah, I promise.

Well, I can't cope with this.

[Lively folk music]

Sorry to barge in
without a formal invitation.

You're always welcome here.

You enjoy the cueca?

Yeah, it's very lively.

Must teach you the
moves sometime.

Agnes was blacklisted
from all embassy work

from November 09.

Do you know why?

This is news to me.

Why do you think she
stopped working for you?

You would have to talk to hr.

Would you like some wine?

Agnes was a favourite.

Her work was
immaculate, you said,

and then suddenly she's gone.

Didn't you ask why?

You're overestimating
Agnes's significance

to this mission.

She was just an interpreter.

I wondered if something
happened to trigger her ostracism.

Do you remember when
Agnes's last engagement

for the embassy was?

That sort of detail
really is out of my orbit.

Would've been the
last time you saw her,

six months before her death.

In retrospect, might've
stuck in your mind.

I'm sorry I don't know.

She was interpreting
for you actually.

You were giving a talk

to a group of German
business leaders.

If you knew this already
then why ask the question?

Anything at all that
happened that day?

Why don't you tell me?

Can't you remember?

Are you trying to trick me?

Why would I want to do that?

Does seem a little unnecessary.

Where were you on the
evening of the 24th of April 2010?

I imagine I was here.

I mean would you like
me to check with records?

No.

I'd like you to provide
a DNA sample.

Routine request,
simplifies our investigation.

I'm so sorry.

I can't.

You're refusing to provide DNA.

My father was a factory worker
and humble wage unionist.

He detained by
pinochet's secret police.

Some fabricated charge

about him being a
dangerous dissident.

I never saw him again.

He disappeared, along
with thousands of others.

No body, no burial, no truth.

The individual has no protection
against the fascist state.

Freedoms we take for
granted are routinely abused.

So, I am truly saddened
that Agnes came to harm.

And while I'm sure that you

and all your colleagues
are trustworthy,

I will not give you my DNA.

It's my property.

It's who I am.

It doesn't belong with the
government or the police.

You asked him for DNA.

Are you out of your mind?

I'm just treating him
like any other suspect.

He's not a suspect.

He's a senior diplomat
who deserves our respect.

I wanted to see how he'd react.

Yeah, and now you
have your answer.

You can take this as
an order to back off.

Has he put a block
on our inquiry?

You can't draw any
conclusions from that.

Whether he's Adolf
Hitler or Mahatma Gandhi,

he has every right to
refuse your impertinent,

and lodge an official complaint.

Don't you think it's odd
that Agnes's embassy work

just stopped all at once?

I think you should
look everywhere else

before cracking your numbskull
against the unbreakable wall

that is diplomatic immunity.

Can you find out about Alvarez?

Have you not listened
to a word I've said?

He's a creep, believe me!

All right, so now you want
to start up a hornet's nest

because of something
in your waters?

Why don't you just take one
of your cronies out to lunch

and ask a few questions?

Is that how you think I operate?

A quiet word with
an old school tyre,

a bowl of spotted dick?

No.

I'm sure it's much
more complex than that.

You're better
than this dci Miller.

[Door slams]

[Tense orchestral music]

[Monitor beeping]

What, hm?

Why have you brought me here?

What?

The women, like
squeaky, wee bugs, eh,

went down their
throats, snapped.

And the men!

Give it a rest, aye?

You could fetch a
line of dancers there

and make em bend
over to say their prayers.

They still wouldn't move!

Can hardly wipe
your ass for yourself.

You're still finding
reasons to be angry.

And it's ruined your life.

Have you looked
in the mirror, son?

[Laughs] I'm not you.

Oh, I know.

You're the police.

You're better than everyone!

There were no more
jobs at the docks.

How many times?

Your sister was never
ashamed of who she was.

Alice moved halfway across
the world to get away from you.

Now she's half an hour from
here, she still won't come!

[Father gasping]

Here, here, here.

[Father groaning]

Okay, okay. [Mumbles]

Okay.

Why do you hate me so much?

Bring me some iced water.

[Brian] I asked you a question.

I'm burning up.

Tell me!

I never rated you, son, never.

[Water pouring]

Good of you to come.

I'm not here for him, dumb-ass

you spoke to Alice?

She said she's not
been to see him.

Oh yes, she refuses point blank.

So why you here
cleaning up his mess?

He can't hurt me anymore.

[Scoffs] I can see your eyes.

There's still plenty hurt there.

[Sighs] He doesn't deserve you.

You have a son and
you lied to him today

to be with that evil old get.

Don't so this now, Trish please.

Why did you even
bring him down here?

It was a right thing to do.

This is a man who gave you
the strap for dropping crumbs,

who beat your mother
into an early grave.

He's my father.

[Scoffs] So what
do you want, mm?

A hug?

Do you want him to hold
you tight and say sorry

for all the things he did?

I hate him, Trish.

Even now.

Okay, I'm going to say this here

while we're not kicking
off at each other.

Sounds ominous.

You're not him.

You've made your mistakes,
but you've never been him.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Don't let him be your excuse

the way you let him
run our marriage.

Kick a man when he's
dead why don't you?

And I let you do it.

Stewie deserves your time
more than that miserable bastard.

Let him rot.

He's got days.

Leave him to it.

All this chat show shite
people paddle about closure.

It just chains you
to your worst fears.

Your past doesn't own you.

You can get up and
leave anytime you want.

Walk away.

Be yourself.

Trisha mcandrew, lifestyle guru.

You better believe it.

Mr. Mcandrew!

[Sombre orchestral music]

[Sasha] We're so sorry, Steve.

Nah, don't.

He was 86.

Nobody's going to
miss him, believe me.

You shouldn't be here.

I don't really want
to talk about it,

but I just want you to
know why a bit like a bear

with a sore head recently.

I didn't see any bears,

but I did see a scotsman
acting like a muppet.

[Steve chuckles]

You should go home
to your family, Steve.

Family?

It's already here.

[Phone rings]

I've got a theory about Powell.

Gerry, now's not the time.

But we're at work.

What else are we
going to talk about?

Steve, do you want a cup of tea?

No, no, no.

The science geek, come on, yeah.

Well, I was up all night
pushing wood around the world.

It's his latest fetish.

Finally, ready for a game then?

Now I told you,
not till I say so,

but it definitely gets
under your skin, doesn't it?

I mean, when I finally did
close me eyes last night,

all I could see were
bishops and rooks.

Makes a change from
tarts and vicars, eh?

[Men chuckle]

But I did go on the website
of the London league.

Now every game is listed.

That's match, play, and private.

Now just guess how many
times Agnes beat Powell.

46.

Straight victories?

Playing black and white?

Not even a draw.

Those are phenomenal stats.

I mean crushing.

Yeah, and he used to
get furious, apparently.

Kickin over chairs,
tables, the lot.

I mean, she roasted him.

We know he beat
her at least once.

And that's my point.

Once out of 47 the
week before she died.

What changed?

I've been preoccupied by work

for most of our
previous encounters.

I'm sure Agnes was
working very hard.

Translating a few
words isn't quite the same

as studying the properties of
anti-matter hydrogen atoms.

But 46 losses on a spin.

That's unheard of.

A lot of those matches

I was experimenting
with new strategies.

I never expected to win.

She had you on toast.

How did it feel?

It's only a game.

Did you fancy her?

She was okay.

[Laughs] Says the lab rat
who only pulls supermodels.

You asked me if I fancied her.

I gave you an honest opinion.

So how did you break this
impressive losing streak?

I keep a record of every game.

I finally had the time to
study our previous encounters.

I analysed her strategies.

I anticipated how
she might play.

I just worked out
a way to beat her.

[Steve] You make
it sound very easy.

Heh.

It's not rocket science if
you have the time to prepare.

Okay, you were white and
you started with the Budapest?

I told you before,

I don't remember
the particular strategy.

You just said you kept
a record of every game.

This is irrelevant!

I have absolutely nothing
to do with her death.

All right, just give us
your notation on the game

and we'll go
through it ourselves.

It was four years ago.

I don't have the
records anymore.

What, no record of
your famous victory?

I wonder why.

I'm not sure what
you want from me.

Agnes's last diplomatic job
was interpreting a speech

by the Chilean attaché to a
group of German business women.

Drumming up exports,
I've done plenty of those.

Well, we found a
copy of the session.

What am I looking for?

We don't know.

The attaché's
speaking in Spanish,

which Agnes
translates into German.

So it's beyond our pay grade.

[Sombre orchestral music]

You okay?

She was my best friend.

It shouldn't take long.

The speech is only five minutes.

The Chilean people
have come a long way

with the help of
our German friends.

[Sasha] You don't
have to do every word.

[Speaking in foreign language]

[Zoe] There are historic links
between Chile and Germany,

but I'm interested
in how we can renew

and refresh those
links between us.

How we can open up
friendships for new generations

and how we can exchange ideas

and work together
in partnership.

[Alvarez speaking
foreign language]

[Agnes speaking
foreign language]

[Brian] What?

The speaker's encouraging
the two countries

to embrace their shared destiny.

But Agnes has translated it
as [Speaking foreign language].

"I want to make
love to you all."

She mistranslated?

No.

Agnes never made a mistake.

This is deliberate.

[Speaking foreign language]

Odd.

I wonder if she's addressing
the audience directly.

If any man makes
you feel uncomfortable,

if he coerces you, there
must be no fear or silence.

You speak out.

Stop him.

Now she's returned
to the speaker.

Who is this man?!

Carlos Alvarez.

Did he hurt her?

[Sasha] We don't know.

She's trying to humiliate him.

She must've had a reason.

Was she warning the
students specifically about him?

No, about men in general,

but it must be him.

Is this him?

Is this the man that killed her?

[Tense orchestral music]

Join me.

You get a much better
view from over here.

She was irrational,
out of control.

I know Agnes Bradley.

She was neither of those.

Let's blame her behaviour on
the menopause then, shall we?

Or was it something you did
to her to make her so vocal?

Who knows?

Who cares?

So you got her fired from
all of her embassy jobs?

I've tolerated your intrusions,

but now you must leave me alone.

Did you blacklist her?

Would you employ somebody
who was behaving so badly?

Were you attracted to her?

Never crossed my mind.

Why not?

Have to be attracted to
every woman that I meet?

She was good looking.

She was old.

Women lose their
lustre after the age of 21.

Oh, you think this is funny.

Ha!

Career suicide is all the way
some amusing to be behold.

I have to ask you again,

where were you on the evening
of the 24th of April, 2010?

I don't have to account
for myself to you.

Is it because you have a
problem with authoritative women?

You shouldn't make
me your enemy.

You won't scare me off.

The 24th of April.

I'm sure thousands
of my staff will tell you

that I was here.

All night?

You clearly don't like me.

And your judgement is
clouded by some lurid fantasy

about something you
suppose I did to your Agnes.

I know you.

I met your sort before.

[Scoffs] But none, I
wager, were protected

by the Vienna convention.

Is that a confession?

It's a reality check.

We're done now.

Right.

I wanna know exactly
where he was in 98.

And I want his alibi
checked for April, 2010.

Alvarez is our front runner.

You still on Alvarez?

Treading carefully I hope.

Yes, of course.

Now, this isn't gospel.

It came from a
Portuguese source,

and they're not always
chums with Chile.

But it seems that
Alvarez is a grubby sort,

likes to goose the
girls in lifts and worse.

Sack full of complaints,
but nothing ever happens.

And the women of the world

have learned to
stand well out of range.

I knew it.

[Strickland] It's a
long way from murder.

[Sasha] Yeah, but it proves

that he can't control himself.

So how do we
play this from here?

[Strickland] We
investigate just as we would

with anyone else, but
we do it the right way.

We can't take them to trial?

It's complex.

If there's a compelling
case against Mr. Alvarez,

we can urge the Chileans
to waive his immunity.

But it's more likely
that we compromise

and have him expelled.

What, that's all?

Well that's great.

So we what?

We ship them off to do
this somewhere else?

Where he gropes and kills again.

Expulsion is the best outcome.

Right, back to work.

Alvarez and Hayes, 1998.

Find me a link.

Boss, do you mind?

That's evidence.

We're playing
Powell's last game.

He didn't want us
to know about it,

but Danny found it online.

I don't want you
working on this.

No, I promise
you it'll be worth it.

Look, Powell's lied to us
twice in interviews, right?

And in 98 it was
living half a mile away

from where Kelli was attacked.

Okay, What've we got?

Powell had a profile
on a chess website.

He used it to record his games.

After he finally beat Agnes,

he couldn't wait
to tell the world.

So he posted all the details.

He was still claiming the
victory until a few days ago,

when he suddenly
wiped the records.

Clumsy bit of work, actually.

It wasn't too hard to
retrieve the cached links

from the web archive.

So what's he trying to hide?

Well, look, look, look.

I'm Powell.

Danny's Agnes.

I opened with a
standard c four d four.

In English, please.

Well, Powell is playing it safe.

But Agnes has responded
with an acute variation

of the English defence.

Yeah, see, when the queen
moves to d four to snuff

out the bishop b
seven, then queens...

What kind of monster
had we created here?

No, her development
is brilliant.

She should have
blown Powell away.

But not only does he repel
the gambit, he counters.

Now that's not like him.

He is cautious.

He attacks Agnes's
only weak spot.

Like he knew what to expect.

So you're saying
that Powell cheated?

How?

Looked at her computer,
stole her notebook,

nobbled somebody
who knew her tactics.

Nobbled?

Viktor?

Listen, this Powell has
an ego the size of Texas.

He was determined to beat her.

Yeah, but why would he kill her?

Well, maybe Agnes
found out what he did.

She confronted him, told him
that his reputation was ruined

in the chess circuit.

Okay, Danny and Steve,
you go and pick him up.

Gerry, I want you to
introduce me to this Viktor.

I'll wait for forensics.

Of course I sold her
strategy to Powell.

He offered good money.

You betrayed one
of your players?

It's just one game.

It's not important.

But a thousand pounds?

You're easily bought.

Oh, you don't need money?

Oh, you're lucky.

I need money all my life.

Did Agnes find out?

I did it to make
her a better player.

[Laughs] Please, try again.

It's true.

I did it to test.

She had prepared
variation on English defence,

but you have to have a plan
b, plan c, think on your toes.

This ruins your reputation.

Who'd come to a club
where the captain cheats?

I am not traitor.

You betrayed her
in life and in death.

If you'd have told
us this years ago,

she'd have her justice by now.

I see.

I liked Agnes.

She was tough.

[Sasha] Let's talk about Powell.

[Stutters] I always
think he killed her.

He was obsessed
that she beat him.

It crushed his soul.

I didn't want to make trouble.

Tell me everything you know.

[Viktor weeping]

[Haunting orchestral music]

Just a minute.

It's Agnes' earring, Jeremy.

It can't be.

We've seen it in her photos.

Now, what was it doing
hidden in your flat?

Someone planted it there.

I am not admitting anything.

You wanted to beat her so bad

you kept yourself
a little trophy.

Please stop this.

You're a bit of an
angry man, aren't you?

No, I am being stitched up.

We've got
forensics at your flat.

They'll find blood, fibres.

It's all about
science from here.

Are you complete idiots?

[Danny] You've got her earring.

Someone put it there.

There's people round
there the whole time.

You're lying, Powell.

Let me think.

Where did you find the earring?

[Danny] You tell us.

Was it in my comic
collection box?

Was it in the bathroom?

I mean, who's been around?

Viktor.

Pinning the blame
on a 70 year old?

You don't know him like I do.

He is no angel.

He never been to
my house before,

until you guys showed
up a couple of days ago.

Suddenly he wanted a game.

Halfway through he
needed the bathroom.

This is boring.

He was gone for ages.

He was planting the earring.

That's where you found it.

That's why he came to play.

I cheated Agnes, yes.

But Viktor is the one
who betrayed her.

Sorry to rush you.

Important match in ecton.

You should've told
us all this before.

- Force of habit.
- [Phone rings]

In my country we
do not get involved.

Danny, what's up?

[Danny] We think Viktor
could have planted the earing.

[Tense orchestral music]

Aye, aye!

- [Sasha gasps]
- Ah!

[Tense orchestral music]

[Viktor groans]

Checkmate.

[Viktor panting]

I wanted you to
hear it from me first.

We've arrested somebody.

Is it him?

DNA doesn't lie.

[Soft orchestral music]

I've been holding
my breath for so long

I can hardly breathe.

There will be a trial
and details in the media.

I'll do my best to shield you
and Spencer from him, but...

I don't know how
I'm gonna tell him.

I could help you if you...

He is Yuri maslov.

Stationed with the
Russian army in east Berlin,

hopped sides and changed his
name when the wall came down.

Having left his share of misery

amongst the female population.

Well, we'll never know.

But his DNA is an exact match.

We still need to build our case.

Well at least we know
who we're looking for now.

Yeah, cctv have already
started looking for Viktor's car

in hackney marsh.

And they found Agnes's blood
in the basement of the club.

The rest of it
will fall into place.

In the meantime, do
you fancy that game yet?

You can't keep running
away forever, son.

I've been asking
to play for days.

Nah, you're scared.

That's your problem.

Mentally weak.

You did Agnes proud, Sasha.

Alvarez has gone back to Chile.

Did he run or was he pushed?

The latter.

I hear early retirement
is on the cards.

Did you know that are
318 billion possible positions

after our first four moves each?

Don't try and blind
me with science.

It's a simple game.

And that the number of distinct
40 move games is greater

than the number of electrons
in the observable universe.

Just make one move, will ya?

Yes, of course, sorry.

Checkmate.

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