New Tricks s11e08 Episode Script
The English Defence
It's all right It's OK Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey It's all right I say it's OK Listen to what I say It's all right, doing fine Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine It's all right I say it's OK We're gettin' to the end of the day.
You're going to do this, yeah? You're going to do it.
Yeah, I told Charlie Come on, Spencer.
Come on.
Listen, Spencer, mate, you said you were going to do this, all right? ~ I know! ~ Then do it.
~ I will.
~ Put your money where your mouth is.
Go on.
~ Go on.
~ Go on, Spence.
~ Do it.
~ Go on! ~ Come on.
All right! Don't be a girl.
~ Come on, Spence.
~ Come on.
Yah! Shit! Oh, shit! You pigs never let go.
I chucked a brick - that's all.
Are you Spencer Anthony Rogers? You're the Stasi, you tell me.
Hey! Answer the question, smartarse.
I'm not talking to you lot.
You're you sure about that, are you? Eh? 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? ~ Nah.
~ 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 want to see my mum.
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 murder enquiry.
You know he didn't kill anyone.
Somebody in your 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 going to jail Spence for that business on the bridge? ~ That's for the courts, I'm afraid.
~ Cos if he gets done, that's his whole life gone at 17.
Does Spencer have any brothers? Kelli, please.
Look, why should I help you? A woman was murdered.
That was nothing to do with us.
Are you sure? What happened? You don't want to 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.
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 don't know.
~ Why are you protecting him? ~ I'm protecting my son.
~ His father is the person ~ I hate his father.
~ What's his name? ~ He raped me, all right? I never got his name.
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.
Well, they're the same person.
A rapist in '98 has turned murderer in 2010.
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 were 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.
last seen leaving her 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.
Mm, both with Agnes and with Kelli.
I'm afraid we're dealing with an expert.
This is something he's really rather good at.
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 .
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Industrie-Stromverbraucher im Visier, die von der Umlage bisher ausgenommen.
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.
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? About half as much as the bloke who came to fix my drains last week.
Tell me about your birthday party.
It was pretty ordinary - Swanky bar, comedy cocktails, massive bill.
But Agnes left early? She had a medical gig the next day.
She needed to go home and learn some vocabulary.
So she was swotting up on the technical terms for appendicitis? Blinddarmentzundung.
You really need to know your stuff.
She was incredibly conscientious.
La diligencia es madre de la buenaventura.
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.
Well, 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.
She always said men are fine for the weekend, but they just get in 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 .
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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 ev Are they the same clothes you were wearing yesterday? What? No.
No.
Yes, they are! And you look knackered.
Who was the lucky lady, eh? Eh?! Just leave it, Gerry, OK? Was it that Anita from Accounts you've been sniffing around? You lucky sod.
She could check my invoices any time.
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, OK? What the? My name is Viktor Proust.
I already make 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.
If 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.
So, give us your account first-hand.
Maybe 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.
Her rating was 1999 when she died.
That's good? Mmthe formula to convert it to a more understandable Elo or FIDE rating Just give us a general idea, OK? Why would you want general when I can give you absolute specific? Because at my age every minute of life is precious.
I knew you are not super sleuths.
You are superFICIAL.
Did she play against men? It is democratic sport.
Mm ~ It's Oi! ~ Hey! So who were her main rivals? You think she was killed for chess? There is chess maniac on the loose right now? Like Agatha Christie? 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 OK.
In fact, there was a chess club at my school.
But 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 have been a big hit on 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, er There.
And now? Well, now I move my mare up to join my pawns.
Andwhat next? Hah! You're stuffed.
Cos 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.
Said I was a natural.
He was just being polite.
Listen, Iron Curtain Ivans don't do polite.
They tell it like it is.
So now you're a chess champ? We should play sometime.
Agh, 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? Who ever heard of a chess killer? 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, their match 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 were lurking around Hayes in 1998.
Just get back on it again tomorrow, and find out if she had any rivals.
Waste of bloody time.
Hello? So what are you going to be doing? Strickland's escorting me round 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.
I thought I could smell shite.
Not put us out of our misery yet? Where's your sister? Alice is busy.
You're stuck with me.
She's a good lass.
She's one of the best.
Yeah, well, I told your good lass it was her turn.
But she's having her hair done.
Again.
You should be the one in here.
You'd fit right in.
Limp, bloodless.
Anything I can get you? Newspapers, books garrotting wire? Get me my clothes.
I'm leaving.
Don't be so stupid.
Lie back down, for God's sake.
Lie down.
Stupid.
I thought you wanted me dead.
The world wants you dead.
So show me to my clothes and take me out the door.
I may have breathed my last by morning, I promise you.
I don't want to be the man whose father died in a gutter.
Then do it here.
Now.
Go on.
What? You don't want to pay for me.
I don't want to be in your debt.
Go on! Do it! You always were a coward.
Always running away! Which Embassy is this? The 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.
Mr Alvarez.
Welcome to the Embassy.
Deputy Assistant Commissioner Robert Strickland.
Before we go in, I'd like to extend our great thanks to Mr Alvarez, who is deputy head of mission here, for giving us his time.
DCI Sasha Miller.
Everyone here was saddened to hear of Agnes' 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? When we're negotiating commercial treaties or looking to consolidate diplomatic ties, but it could also be very mundane - simple translation of documents, lease agreements, press releases.
Still, an interpreter is in a privileged position of trust.
Which is why we only employ at Agnes' 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.
Were you close to Agnes? I'm sorry? I mean, did you know her well? You must have 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 issues 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.
These questions are impolite at best.
Please forgive the natural curiosity of a policeman.
I hope I haven't caused 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.
If A implies B, and B implies C, then A implies C.
Do you understand? ~ I do.
~ Yeah? ~ If you keep talking bollocks, and I keep listening to your bollocks, you'll keep talking bollocks.
~ Which is why you're on your own.
~ Steve! Ah! Back again? Yeah, well, I had so much fun last time, I couldn't resist.
You want to join chess club? Membership is very reasonable.
No, no.
What I want is for you to tell me who were Agnes' three main rivals.
Everyone is a rival.
Yeah, I know, but there must have been someone specific? Thanks for your time, Igor.
I'll find out meself.
Hm! People get very touchy on the subject of chess, don't they? Does it really hurt when you lose? .
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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 hump with her? Hey-hey! I 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! Yeah, 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, so this 13-year-old - what? Kills her, drives her 20 miles in, what, his mum's Volvo? Dumps her in a 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, era physicist, Kept asking to play Agnes, kept getting tonked.
Except ten 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? Well, 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? Ah, it's, er Is that the sound of bugger all? Gerry, wind it in.
Nah, come on, Stevie Wonder.
Were there any other sexual assaults in Hayes in '98? I haven't had time to dig into all that, OK? 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 factor, eh, Gerry? Right, stop it, you two.
Just kiss and make up.
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 going to go and see Kelli.
I'll buy him a bleeding lolly.
So tell me about Agnes.
I hardly knew her.
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 you? No, she won most of the time, didn't she? Actually, I think we were pretty even.
Although you did beat her a 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.
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.
I knew nothing of her or her 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.
OK.
Where were you living in '98? Why do you want to 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.
Couple of miles from Hayes.
Mean anything to you? 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.
No, I'm not - I'm just taking a professional interest, that's all.
It's a boring game.
Listen, mate, I'm sorry about what happened back at base.
Oh, don't worry, Gerry.
From now on I'll strain 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 next time we meet up, it's a pie and a pint on me, OK? OK.
Cheers, Stewie.
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 straightaway.
Knees on my arms.
His hand was over my face.
I tried to see him.
But he was twisting my neck to - 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.
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 lists in November '09.
Taken off the lists? Mm.
My Spanish Embassy contact said they were told not to use her again.
Agnes was blacklisted? Well, the Spanish wouldn't say - so I spoke to the Mexicans and the Germans, but it was the same story.
No contracts after November '09.
The Chileans? Well, they haven't got back, but her very last embassy job was for them - 2nd of November 2009.
Yeah, Trish, hello.
Yeah, I know I know.
I Yeah, well, I left Stewie a message, OK? I explain Yeah, it's a work thing, I can't Yeah, I promise Oh, I can't cope with this.
Sorry to barge in without a formal invitation.
You are always welcome here.
Did you enjoy the cueca? Yeah, it's very, umlively.
I 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.
Umwould 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' significance to this mission.
She was just an interpreter.
I wondered if something happened to trigger her ostracism.
Do you remember when Agnes' last engagement for the embassy was? That sort of detail really is out of my orbit.
Would have been the last time you saw her.
Six months before her death.
In retrospect, it might have 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 untoward happen 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? It 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 trade unionist - he was detained by Pinochet's secret police some fabricated charge about him being a dangerous dissident.
We 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 is my property.
It is 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 enquiry? You can't draw any conclusions from that.
Whether he's Adolf Hitler or Mahatma Ghandi, he has every right to refuse your impertinence and lodge an official complaint.
Don't you think it's odd that Agnes' 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.
Right, so now you want to stir 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 tie over a bowl of spotted dick? No.
I'm sure it's much more complex than that.
You're better than this, DCI Miller.
What? Hm? Why have you brought me here? What? The women are like squeaky wee birds waiting to have their throats snapped.
And the men Give it a rest, eh? You could fetch a line of dancers in and make 'em bend over to say their prayers - they still wouldnae move.
You can't even wipe your arse yourself, you're still finding reasons to be angry.
It's ruined your life.
Have you looked in the mirror, son? I'm not you.
Oh, I know.
You're the polis.
You're better than everyone.
There were no more job 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.
Here, here.
OK, OK.
It's all right.
OK.
Why do you hate me so much? Bring me some iced water.
I asked you a question.
I'm burning up.
Tell me! I never rated you, son.
Never.
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.
Yeah, she refuses.
Point blank.
So why are you here, cleaning up his mess? He can't hurt me any more.
I can see your eyes.
There's still plenty hurt there.
He doesn't deserve you.
You know, you have a son.
You lied to him today to be with that evil old git.
Don't do this now, Trish.
Please.
Why did you even bring him down here? It was the right thing to do.
This is the man who gave you the strap for dropping crumbs.
Who beat your mother into an early grave.
He's my father.
So what do you want, hm? 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.
OK, 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 down, why don't you? And I let you do it.
But 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 peddle about "closure", it just chains you to your worst fears.
Your past doesn't own you.
You can get up and leave any time you want.
Walk away.
Be yourself.
Tricia McAndrew, lifestyle guru.
You better believe it.
Mr McAndrew! 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 I've been a bit like a bear with a sore head recently.
Well, I didn't see any bears, but I did see a Scotsman acting like a muppet.
You should go home to your family, Steve.
Family? No.
I'd sooner be here.
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.
Well, I was up all night pushing wood around the world.
It's his latest fetish.
Finally ready for a game, then? No, I told you, not till I say so - but it definitely gets under your skin, don't it? I mean, when I finally did close my eyes last night, all I could see were bishops and rooks.
Makes a change from tarts and vicars, eh? 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.
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, kicking 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'd 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 antimatter hydrogen atoms.
But 46 losses on the 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 OK.
Oh-ho! 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 and I just worked out a way to beat her.
You make it sound very easy.
It's not rocket science, if you have the time to prepare.
OK, 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! 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 any more.
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 attache to a gathering of German businesswomen.
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 attache is speaking in Spanish, which Agnes translates into German - so it's beyond our pay grade.
Are you OK? 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.
" You don't have to do every word.
"There are historic links between Chile and Germany, "but I am 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.
" Ich mochte mit Ihnen allen Liebe machen.
The speaker's encouraging the two countries to embrace their shared destiny, but Agnes has translated it as, "Ich mochte mit Ihnen allen Liebe machen.
" "I want to make love to you all.
" She mistranslated? No.
Agnes never made a mistake.
This is deliberate.
Odd.
Now 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 speech.
Who is this man? Carlos Alvarez.
Did he hurt her? We don't know.
She's trying to humiliate him.
She must have 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 is the man that killed her?! 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? It never crossed my mind.
Why not? Do I 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? Career suicide is always amusing to behold.
I have to ask you again, where were you on the evening of the 24th 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 dozens of my staff will tell you that I was here.
All night? You clearly don't like me, and your judgment is clouded by some lurid fantasy about something you suppose I did to your Agnes.
I know you.
I've met your sort before.
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 want to 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 - sackful of complaints, but nothing ever happens and the women of the world have learnt to stand well out of range.
I knew it! It's a long way from murder.
Yeah, but it proves he can't control himself - so how do we play this from here? We investigate just as we would with anyone else, but we do it the right way.
We can't take him 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, what, we ship him off to do this somewhere else, sir? 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 will be worth it.
Look, Powell's lied to us twice in interviews, right? And in '98 he was living half a mile away from where Kelli was attacked.
OK.
What have 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 c4 d4.
In English, please.
Powell is playing it safe.
But Agnes has responded with a cute variation of the English Defence.
Yes, see.
When the Queen moves to d4 to snuff out the Bishop b7, ~ then, Queen's ~ God, what kind of monster have 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' only weak spot.
Like he knew what to expect.
So you're saying that Powell cheated? How? Well, hacked her computer, stole a 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.
OK.
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.
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 better player.
~ Oh, please, try again.
~ It's true.
I did it to test.
She had prepared variation on the English Defence, but you have to have a Plan B, a 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 liked Agnes.
She was tough.
Let's talk about Powell.
I I always think he killed her.
He wasobsessed that she beat him, it crushed his soul But I didn't want to make trouble.
Tell me everything you know.
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?! You've got her earring.
Someone put it there! There's people round there the whole time.
You're lying, pal.
Let me think! Where did you find the earring? 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'd never been to my house before until you guys showed up a couple of day 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.
I have important match in Acton.
You should have told us all this before.
Force of habit.
In my country, we do not get involved.
Danny, what's up? 'We think Viktor could have planted the earring.
' What are you doing? Oi - oi! Yah! Checkmate.
I wanted you to hear it from me first.
We've arrested somebody.
Is it him? DNA doesn't lie.
I've been holding my breath for so long I could hardly breathe.
There will be a trial and details in the media.
I'll do my best to shield you and Spencer from it, but I don't know how I'm going to 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've found Agnes' 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.
~ No, 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 there are 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 is greater than the number of electrons in the observable universe? Just make one move, will you? Yes, of course, sorry.
Checkmate.
It's all right It's OK Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey It's all right I say it's OK Listen to what I say It's all right, doing fine Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine It's all right I say it's OK We're gettin' to the end of the day.
You're going to do this, yeah? You're going to do it.
Yeah, I told Charlie Come on, Spencer.
Come on.
Listen, Spencer, mate, you said you were going to do this, all right? ~ I know! ~ Then do it.
~ I will.
~ Put your money where your mouth is.
Go on.
~ Go on.
~ Go on, Spence.
~ Do it.
~ Go on! ~ Come on.
All right! Don't be a girl.
~ Come on, Spence.
~ Come on.
Yah! Shit! Oh, shit! You pigs never let go.
I chucked a brick - that's all.
Are you Spencer Anthony Rogers? You're the Stasi, you tell me.
Hey! Answer the question, smartarse.
I'm not talking to you lot.
You're you sure about that, are you? Eh? 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? ~ Nah.
~ 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 want to see my mum.
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 murder enquiry.
You know he didn't kill anyone.
Somebody in your 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 going to jail Spence for that business on the bridge? ~ That's for the courts, I'm afraid.
~ Cos if he gets done, that's his whole life gone at 17.
Does Spencer have any brothers? Kelli, please.
Look, why should I help you? A woman was murdered.
That was nothing to do with us.
Are you sure? What happened? You don't want to 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.
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 don't know.
~ Why are you protecting him? ~ I'm protecting my son.
~ His father is the person ~ I hate his father.
~ What's his name? ~ He raped me, all right? I never got his name.
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.
Well, they're the same person.
A rapist in '98 has turned murderer in 2010.
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 were 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.
last seen leaving her 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.
Mm, both with Agnes and with Kelli.
I'm afraid we're dealing with an expert.
This is something he's really rather good at.
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 .
.
Industrie-Stromverbraucher im Visier, die von der Umlage bisher ausgenommen.
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.
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? About half as much as the bloke who came to fix my drains last week.
Tell me about your birthday party.
It was pretty ordinary - Swanky bar, comedy cocktails, massive bill.
But Agnes left early? She had a medical gig the next day.
She needed to go home and learn some vocabulary.
So she was swotting up on the technical terms for appendicitis? Blinddarmentzundung.
You really need to know your stuff.
She was incredibly conscientious.
La diligencia es madre de la buenaventura.
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.
Well, 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.
She always said men are fine for the weekend, but they just get in 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 ev Are they the same clothes you were wearing yesterday? What? No.
No.
Yes, they are! And you look knackered.
Who was the lucky lady, eh? Eh?! Just leave it, Gerry, OK? Was it that Anita from Accounts you've been sniffing around? You lucky sod.
She could check my invoices any time.
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, OK? What the? My name is Viktor Proust.
I already make 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.
If 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.
So, give us your account first-hand.
Maybe 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.
Her rating was 1999 when she died.
That's good? Mmthe formula to convert it to a more understandable Elo or FIDE rating Just give us a general idea, OK? Why would you want general when I can give you absolute specific? Because at my age every minute of life is precious.
I knew you are not super sleuths.
You are superFICIAL.
Did she play against men? It is democratic sport.
Mm ~ It's Oi! ~ Hey! So who were her main rivals? You think she was killed for chess? There is chess maniac on the loose right now? Like Agatha Christie? 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 OK.
In fact, there was a chess club at my school.
But 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 have been a big hit on 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, er There.
And now? Well, now I move my mare up to join my pawns.
Andwhat next? Hah! You're stuffed.
Cos 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.
Said I was a natural.
He was just being polite.
Listen, Iron Curtain Ivans don't do polite.
They tell it like it is.
So now you're a chess champ? We should play sometime.
Agh, 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? Who ever heard of a chess killer? 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, their match 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 were lurking around Hayes in 1998.
Just get back on it again tomorrow, and find out if she had any rivals.
Waste of bloody time.
Hello? So what are you going to be doing? Strickland's escorting me round 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.
I thought I could smell shite.
Not put us out of our misery yet? Where's your sister? Alice is busy.
You're stuck with me.
She's a good lass.
She's one of the best.
Yeah, well, I told your good lass it was her turn.
But she's having her hair done.
Again.
You should be the one in here.
You'd fit right in.
Limp, bloodless.
Anything I can get you? Newspapers, books garrotting wire? Get me my clothes.
I'm leaving.
Don't be so stupid.
Lie back down, for God's sake.
Lie down.
Stupid.
I thought you wanted me dead.
The world wants you dead.
So show me to my clothes and take me out the door.
I may have breathed my last by morning, I promise you.
I don't want to be the man whose father died in a gutter.
Then do it here.
Now.
Go on.
What? You don't want to pay for me.
I don't want to be in your debt.
Go on! Do it! You always were a coward.
Always running away! Which Embassy is this? The 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.
Mr Alvarez.
Welcome to the Embassy.
Deputy Assistant Commissioner Robert Strickland.
Before we go in, I'd like to extend our great thanks to Mr Alvarez, who is deputy head of mission here, for giving us his time.
DCI Sasha Miller.
Everyone here was saddened to hear of Agnes' 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? When we're negotiating commercial treaties or looking to consolidate diplomatic ties, but it could also be very mundane - simple translation of documents, lease agreements, press releases.
Still, an interpreter is in a privileged position of trust.
Which is why we only employ at Agnes' 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.
Were you close to Agnes? I'm sorry? I mean, did you know her well? You must have 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 issues 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.
These questions are impolite at best.
Please forgive the natural curiosity of a policeman.
I hope I haven't caused 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.
If A implies B, and B implies C, then A implies C.
Do you understand? ~ I do.
~ Yeah? ~ If you keep talking bollocks, and I keep listening to your bollocks, you'll keep talking bollocks.
~ Which is why you're on your own.
~ Steve! Ah! Back again? Yeah, well, I had so much fun last time, I couldn't resist.
You want to join chess club? Membership is very reasonable.
No, no.
What I want is for you to tell me who were Agnes' three main rivals.
Everyone is a rival.
Yeah, I know, but there must have been someone specific? Thanks for your time, Igor.
I'll find out meself.
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 hump with her? Hey-hey! I 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! Yeah, 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, so this 13-year-old - what? Kills her, drives her 20 miles in, what, his mum's Volvo? Dumps her in a 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, era physicist, Kept asking to play Agnes, kept getting tonked.
Except ten 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? Well, 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? Ah, it's, er Is that the sound of bugger all? Gerry, wind it in.
Nah, come on, Stevie Wonder.
Were there any other sexual assaults in Hayes in '98? I haven't had time to dig into all that, OK? 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 factor, eh, Gerry? Right, stop it, you two.
Just kiss and make up.
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 going to go and see Kelli.
I'll buy him a bleeding lolly.
So tell me about Agnes.
I hardly knew her.
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 you? No, she won most of the time, didn't she? Actually, I think we were pretty even.
Although you did beat her a 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.
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.
I knew nothing of her or her 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.
OK.
Where were you living in '98? Why do you want to 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.
Couple of miles from Hayes.
Mean anything to you? 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.
No, I'm not - I'm just taking a professional interest, that's all.
It's a boring game.
Listen, mate, I'm sorry about what happened back at base.
Oh, don't worry, Gerry.
From now on I'll strain 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 next time we meet up, it's a pie and a pint on me, OK? OK.
Cheers, Stewie.
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 straightaway.
Knees on my arms.
His hand was over my face.
I tried to see him.
But he was twisting my neck to - 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.
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 lists in November '09.
Taken off the lists? Mm.
My Spanish Embassy contact said they were told not to use her again.
Agnes was blacklisted? Well, the Spanish wouldn't say - so I spoke to the Mexicans and the Germans, but it was the same story.
No contracts after November '09.
The Chileans? Well, they haven't got back, but her very last embassy job was for them - 2nd of November 2009.
Yeah, Trish, hello.
Yeah, I know I know.
I Yeah, well, I left Stewie a message, OK? I explain Yeah, it's a work thing, I can't Yeah, I promise Oh, I can't cope with this.
Sorry to barge in without a formal invitation.
You are always welcome here.
Did you enjoy the cueca? Yeah, it's very, umlively.
I 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.
Umwould 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' significance to this mission.
She was just an interpreter.
I wondered if something happened to trigger her ostracism.
Do you remember when Agnes' last engagement for the embassy was? That sort of detail really is out of my orbit.
Would have been the last time you saw her.
Six months before her death.
In retrospect, it might have 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 untoward happen 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? It 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 trade unionist - he was detained by Pinochet's secret police some fabricated charge about him being a dangerous dissident.
We 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 is my property.
It is 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 enquiry? You can't draw any conclusions from that.
Whether he's Adolf Hitler or Mahatma Ghandi, he has every right to refuse your impertinence and lodge an official complaint.
Don't you think it's odd that Agnes' 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.
Right, so now you want to stir 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 tie over a bowl of spotted dick? No.
I'm sure it's much more complex than that.
You're better than this, DCI Miller.
What? Hm? Why have you brought me here? What? The women are like squeaky wee birds waiting to have their throats snapped.
And the men Give it a rest, eh? You could fetch a line of dancers in and make 'em bend over to say their prayers - they still wouldnae move.
You can't even wipe your arse yourself, you're still finding reasons to be angry.
It's ruined your life.
Have you looked in the mirror, son? I'm not you.
Oh, I know.
You're the polis.
You're better than everyone.
There were no more job 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.
Here, here.
OK, OK.
It's all right.
OK.
Why do you hate me so much? Bring me some iced water.
I asked you a question.
I'm burning up.
Tell me! I never rated you, son.
Never.
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.
Yeah, she refuses.
Point blank.
So why are you here, cleaning up his mess? He can't hurt me any more.
I can see your eyes.
There's still plenty hurt there.
He doesn't deserve you.
You know, you have a son.
You lied to him today to be with that evil old git.
Don't do this now, Trish.
Please.
Why did you even bring him down here? It was the right thing to do.
This is the man who gave you the strap for dropping crumbs.
Who beat your mother into an early grave.
He's my father.
So what do you want, hm? 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.
OK, 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 down, why don't you? And I let you do it.
But 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 peddle about "closure", it just chains you to your worst fears.
Your past doesn't own you.
You can get up and leave any time you want.
Walk away.
Be yourself.
Tricia McAndrew, lifestyle guru.
You better believe it.
Mr McAndrew! 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 I've been a bit like a bear with a sore head recently.
Well, I didn't see any bears, but I did see a Scotsman acting like a muppet.
You should go home to your family, Steve.
Family? No.
I'd sooner be here.
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.
Well, I was up all night pushing wood around the world.
It's his latest fetish.
Finally ready for a game, then? No, I told you, not till I say so - but it definitely gets under your skin, don't it? I mean, when I finally did close my eyes last night, all I could see were bishops and rooks.
Makes a change from tarts and vicars, eh? 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.
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, kicking 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'd 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 antimatter hydrogen atoms.
But 46 losses on the 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 OK.
Oh-ho! 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 and I just worked out a way to beat her.
You make it sound very easy.
It's not rocket science, if you have the time to prepare.
OK, 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! 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 any more.
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 attache to a gathering of German businesswomen.
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 attache is speaking in Spanish, which Agnes translates into German - so it's beyond our pay grade.
Are you OK? 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.
" You don't have to do every word.
"There are historic links between Chile and Germany, "but I am 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.
" Ich mochte mit Ihnen allen Liebe machen.
The speaker's encouraging the two countries to embrace their shared destiny, but Agnes has translated it as, "Ich mochte mit Ihnen allen Liebe machen.
" "I want to make love to you all.
" She mistranslated? No.
Agnes never made a mistake.
This is deliberate.
Odd.
Now 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 speech.
Who is this man? Carlos Alvarez.
Did he hurt her? We don't know.
She's trying to humiliate him.
She must have 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 is the man that killed her?! 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? It never crossed my mind.
Why not? Do I 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? Career suicide is always amusing to behold.
I have to ask you again, where were you on the evening of the 24th 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 dozens of my staff will tell you that I was here.
All night? You clearly don't like me, and your judgment is clouded by some lurid fantasy about something you suppose I did to your Agnes.
I know you.
I've met your sort before.
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 want to 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 - sackful of complaints, but nothing ever happens and the women of the world have learnt to stand well out of range.
I knew it! It's a long way from murder.
Yeah, but it proves he can't control himself - so how do we play this from here? We investigate just as we would with anyone else, but we do it the right way.
We can't take him 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, what, we ship him off to do this somewhere else, sir? 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 will be worth it.
Look, Powell's lied to us twice in interviews, right? And in '98 he was living half a mile away from where Kelli was attacked.
OK.
What have 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 c4 d4.
In English, please.
Powell is playing it safe.
But Agnes has responded with a cute variation of the English Defence.
Yes, see.
When the Queen moves to d4 to snuff out the Bishop b7, ~ then, Queen's ~ God, what kind of monster have 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' only weak spot.
Like he knew what to expect.
So you're saying that Powell cheated? How? Well, hacked her computer, stole a 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.
OK.
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.
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 better player.
~ Oh, please, try again.
~ It's true.
I did it to test.
She had prepared variation on the English Defence, but you have to have a Plan B, a 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 liked Agnes.
She was tough.
Let's talk about Powell.
I I always think he killed her.
He wasobsessed that she beat him, it crushed his soul But I didn't want to make trouble.
Tell me everything you know.
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?! You've got her earring.
Someone put it there! There's people round there the whole time.
You're lying, pal.
Let me think! Where did you find the earring? 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'd never been to my house before until you guys showed up a couple of day 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.
I have important match in Acton.
You should have told us all this before.
Force of habit.
In my country, we do not get involved.
Danny, what's up? 'We think Viktor could have planted the earring.
' What are you doing? Oi - oi! Yah! Checkmate.
I wanted you to hear it from me first.
We've arrested somebody.
Is it him? DNA doesn't lie.
I've been holding my breath for so long I could hardly breathe.
There will be a trial and details in the media.
I'll do my best to shield you and Spencer from it, but I don't know how I'm going to 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've found Agnes' 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.
~ No, 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 there are 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 is greater than the number of electrons in the observable universe? Just make one move, will you? Yes, of course, sorry.
Checkmate.
It's all right It's OK Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey It's all right I say it's OK Listen to what I say It's all right, doing fine Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine It's all right I say it's OK We're gettin' to the end of the day.