Molokov: [Spoken]
The man is utterly mad. Believe me, Anatoly, you're
Playing a lunatic.

Anatoly: [Spoken]
That's the problem. He's a brilliant lunatic, and you can't
Tell which way he'll jump. Like his game, he's impossible
To analyze. You can't predict him, dissect him, which of
Course means he's not a lunatic at all.

Molokov:
What we've just seen's
A pathetic display
From a man who's
Beginning to crack.
He's afraid--
He knows he isn't
The player he was,
And he won't get it back.

Anatoly:
Nonsense!
Why do you people
Always want to believe
Third-rate propaganda?

Molokov:
My friend, please relax,
We're all on your side.
You know how you need us.

Anatoly:
I don't need my army
Of so-called advisors,
And helpers
To tell me the man
Who's revitalized chess
Single-handed
Is more or less out of his brain,
When it's very clear
He's sane.

Molokov:
Listen, we don't
Underestimate Trumper.
We won't get caught
In that trap.
After all, winning or losing
Reflects on us all.

Anatoly:
Oh, don't give me that crap.
I win, no one else does,
And I take the rap if I lose.

Molokov:
It's not quite that simple--
The whole world's tuned in,
We're all on display.
We're not merely sportsmen.

Anatoly:
Oh, please don't start
Spouting that old party line.
Yes, I know it's you job,
But just get out and get me
My chess-playing second.
In 36 hours we begin--
That is if you want to win!

Molokov: [Spoken]
Wanting is not sufficient. We have to know. We have
To make sure. All men have a weakness. His is that
Woman. Take her, and you win the game.

Anatoly: [Spoken]
So you think I can't win otherwise?

Molokov: [Spoken]
I'm not saying that. I'm just making certain. And she
Is attractive. Then there's her intriguing family history--
Hungary, 1956 and all that.

Anatoly: [Spoken]
I'm a chess player, Mr. Molokov. You go and play
These other games.