All language subtitles for Tales Of The Unexpected s07e02 the best chess player in the world

Check.

Mate in two.

It would have been better to sacrifice
your queen.

I thought you were county standard.

So did I.

Must be rather embarrassing to have been
christened George Bernard, Mr. Shaw.

Not at all. It was perfectly logical.

I was conceived on the night my parents
saw Arms and the Man.

You no doubt think GBS was a visionary
socialist.

Well? You'd be wrong.

He was a realist, like me.

His plays expounded socialism, freedom
and equality and made him a lot of

He was logical, like me.

Like chess.

How did you become the best chess player
in the world?

By a perfectly logical sequence of
events.

I never had much time to play.

I had become a successful provincial
newspaper publisher by the application

sound business methods.

Go on, Norman.

He's just out of hospital.

I got my leader writer to attack the
horror of street violence today.

Shows you the value of sympathy, Jerry.

Norman has now agreed to stock my
newspapers.

Yeah, he was a toughie.

I thought the slashed tires would be
enough.

I'm not interested in details.

Is that all?

It's what we agreed.

Yeah, but I had to pay the heavy a bit
extra.

That's your miscalculation.

I'll tell you what.

I'll settle for that receipt.

What receipt?

For the garage business.

You'd have got five years if I hadn't
refunded the money you stole.

Yes, I know, GB, and I'm very grateful,
but that receipt is as good as a

confession, you see.

Of course it is.

How can I possibly employ you for these
little services if I don't have some

sort of a safeguard?

You can trust me.

Paula. It was our tenth anniversary.

Hello, Frank.

Why haven't you invited me?

You'd be sick over the table.

Funny how we've stuck together, isn't
it?

And gone our separate ways.

I say, GB, do you want any fagging done?

Not at the moment.

Drink up.

You'd better go out the back way.

Paula was excellent value for money.

I gave her a house, a horse, a Ferrari,
and a clothes account.

She graced my table and shared my bed.

Although after a time, we mutually
deleted sex from the agreement.

Success depends on logic, not love or
sentiment.

You wouldn't miss it.

Ten thousand for six months.

What do I get for it?

Be logical, Frank. Your firm's finished.

You couldn't repay me.

I could.

I can sell up if I can keep the business
going.

I've cooked the book.

The auditors are in.

Come on, Frank. I'll give you something.

You will?

An excellent five -star brandy. It makes
you feel much better.

Frank's killed himself.

I expect that will be the verdict.

I must see there's a good obituary in
the Herald tonight.

How much did he try and borrow last
week?

Ten thousand.

Is that all?

You haven't got the slightest twinge of
conscience.

No.

He was lucky for a time, but he was
weak.

A gambler.

He would have killed himself eventually.

Why should he do so with my 10 ,000
pounds?

You are a bastard.

So you said when you married me.

I also said you were the most thoroughly
sensible man I know.

logical logical

I congratulated myself on my calmness.

But it was followed by a wave of anger
such as I have never known.

I remembered when I was 11.

My father told me mother had left home
forever to live with another man.

I didn't employ a private detective.

He might have inhibited my future
actions.

I said nothing, while I considered the
problem logically.

Paula had broken our agreement.

She no longer gave value for money.

Divorce? No punishment.

You might even welcome it.

Disfigurement?

I couldn't divorce a scarred woman
without incurring torture.

There was only one solution.

Fresh problem.

I would be the obvious suspect.

Flag?

Flag? Hello, Chief.

Here's an honour.

I come to inspect the stock.

I'll give you a good trade -in.

Open that.

Is that reliable?

Reliable? Of course it's reliable.

It's just been 30.

Where can we talk?

It's a bit like the whole trailer.

No problem.

I want someone to do a proper job.

Duplication?

Who is it?

I'll handle it.

All I want from you is a name and a
telephone number.

And on no account must you mention my
name. Is that clear?

Yeah. Yeah, that's clear to me.

I'm serious.

I know.

I know you are.

It's... It's just that it's a bit
strong, isn't it?

If you don't want to help, say so.

How much?

A hundred.

And fifty.

All right.

Just for a name.

And absolute discretion.

I haven't let you down yet.

Can't afford to, can I?

I'll... I'll ask around.

Hello?

Hello? Is he for me?

She be?

Just a minute, Gary.

No, I just wanted to kiss you goodbye.

You're getting sentimental in your old
age.

I must be. I must fly. Have a good day,
darling.

And you, darling.

Yes, Jerry?

Jack Middleton.

Shirtless 3261.

Phone him at four o 'clock on Friday
afternoon.

He'll give you another name.

Thank you, Jerry.

Yes.

Be careful.

An irony that did not escape me was that
my behaviour was exactly that of the

illicit lover.

The concealment.

The secret phone call.

Hi.

Jack Middleton.

That's right.

Jerry Wild gave me your number.

A friend of mine needs a job done.

What are you talking about?

Who are you?

No names.

I'll be your friend.

Don't hang up.

It's a big job.

A lot of money.

But what?

My friend wants... Somebody hit?

Disposed of.

Fifteen grand.

Fifteen?

That's much more than my friend
expected. Please yourself.

I must consult.

The money wouldn't be payable until the
job was done, presumably.

Half now, and half when it's done.

But that would mean trusting you with
seven and a half thousand.

Who's trusting who?

I don't even know your bloody name.

I couldn't stand being in someone else's
hands.

I decided to confront Paula.

Force her to give up her lover.

But that weekend, we had another
glittering party.

She hadn't told me.

She had invited her lover.

Peter.

Peter Stinson, my husband.

Smashing place.

Come in. Through here, Peter.

Oh, Anna.

Forgotten I'd invited him.

He hunts.

He's a canning bird.

I believe I've come across it. He's a
bit of a ball. I thought I'd pay him

attention.

After all, they've never advertised with
you, have they, darling?

People said it was a memorable party.

I shall never forget it.

He be.

Only my chessboard drew me back to the
path of logic.

Do you?

Who is it?

Jack Middleton suggested I call about a
removal for a friend of mine.

Well, who are you? No names. That's a
condition.

Oh, so Jack said.

Are you going to tell me the name of the
subject, or is that a secret too?

Paula Shaw.

The Birches.

Lee Lane.

A woman?

Does that make any difference?

I'm no gentleman.

Can it be done by car?

An accident?

Simple.

If I can make it look like a robbery,
OK, but don't rely on it. When?

One week after the first instalment.

Hello?

Yes?

I want you's notes, fives and ones.

Drop it by a rubbish bin on the... No.

If you want the job done... You could
see me or check on my car.

I'll call you at the same time tomorrow
and tell you where to pick up the money.

Of course, Jerry and the other two would
know I had ordered the killing.

Jerry dare not talk.

The other two could prove nothing.

The cash had never been through my bank.

The police would find no motive.

I knew nothing of a lover, did I?

All I had to do now was sit back and
wait.

Seven days.

The night the deadline was passed, I
came home.

What a day.

I've been working so hard for you.

Got you some advertising space with
Peter Simpson.

What do you think of that?

What's wrong?

Wrong?

You look as if you've seen a ghost.

Oh, it's just some business deal.

I'm beginning to wonder if I haven't
been swindled.

Swindled? You?

I don't believe it.

I've been getting no reply from a number
all day. Could you check the line,

please?

Thelsby, 2660.

Your number?

2425.

Just a moment, please.

That is a call box, sir.

That's impossible.

Thelsby, 2660.

Yes. That is a...

A call box.

Perhaps he didn't want you to know his
name, either.

He said a week.

That was nine days ago.

How much did you give him?

Two thousand.

Two... Well, have you checked with Jack
Middleton?

That's your job.

He's your contact. Phone him.

I want an explanation, and I want it
now.

You sound like old Pawson.

I want an explanation.

Do you remember how I used to imitate
old Pawson?

My school turn.

Oh, I say, you wouldn't have any of that
lovely malt whiskey left by.

What are you doing?

Checking.

Hello, operator.

I've been trying to dial Sherford 3261.

But there's no reply.

Yes, I'll hold.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

That's the call box, too.

What's going on?

You put me in touch with Middleton, you
must know him.

Yes, of course I know him.

I know him very well.

Who's trusting who?

I don't even know your bloody name.

Yeah.

I know his deed quite well, too.

It's got to be simple.

I want to use that five and one.

Here.

You took the money.

You'll return it now.

Two thousand?

Seven and a half.

Hey, you told me two.

Hey, I bet you'd have cheated Steve out
of his second off, wouldn't you, eh?

You owe me that money.

I owe you?

I've always helped you.

Kept you out of prison.

Yeah, and made me fine statements you'd
have a hold over me.

Do you think I enjoyed being your fag?

I've always hated you.

She hates you too.

But I wouldn't try and do anything about
it, because I'd have something very

interesting to tell the police.

I've been waiting all my life to get
something over you.

And that is how I found the time to
concentrate on the game.

I became champion here.

Then, every month I started sending
chess problems to the world champion,

challenging him to solve them.

He was never able to do so, since he
never replies.

The only logical deduction from this is
that I, George Bernard... Time for your

medication, GB.

I, George Bennett.