"Chess" (3) Press Conference

Chess involves a romantic triangle between two players in a World Chess Championship, and the woman who manages one and falls in love with the other.

Reference:  Chess in Concert.

Script

Reporter #1:
Does your opponent
Deserve such abuse? 

Frederick: [Spoken]
All Soviets deserve abuse. 

Reporter #2:
But even you must
Concede he can play. 

Frederick: [Spoken]
Sure, he's the best Red on the circuit. I'll
give him that.

Reporter #3:
He hasn't lost
For a long time--
He could be a
Tough nut to crack.

Frederick: [Spoken]
Listen, if he gets one game off me, it's
because I want to keep press interest going. 

Reporters:
Why do you persist
With vicious attacks,
ungracious remarks re:
Opponents?
It smacks of a
Lack of conviction
Admit you're under duress
And that your only skill left
Is for money, not chess.

If Soviet life's as grim
As you claim,
Then how come their boys
Are so good at the game?
Though you swear
The American dream
Is clearly the best,
You're no advertisement
For life and times
In the West.

Reporter #4:
Why did you risk the whole match
Breaking down? 

Frederick: [Spoken]
I don't know what you're saying. What are
you implying? 

Reporter #5:
All your outrageous demands,
Your conceit. 

Frederick: [Spoken]
I don't see anything outrageous about demanding
what I'm worth. 

Reporter #6:
They pay all that you ask for,
And then you demand even more. 

Frederick: [Spoken]
I am the reason you're all here. Who had heard of Sergievsky?

Reporters:
It's hard to believe
What we're reporting.
Why so disparaging? {Frederick: [Spoken]}
Not very sporting. {Are the Communist sporting? My God!}
Tell all this to the
United Nations,
Are you an asset to
East-West relations?

Frederick: [Spoken]
What is this? What have the Russians ever done
for East-West relations? Have you people any serious
questions?

Reporter #7:
Will you be quitting for good
If you lose? 

Reporter #8:
How come your second's a girl,
Lover boy? 

Frederick: [Spoken]
What did you say? 

Reporter #8:
How come your second's a girl,
Lover boy? 

[Freddie storms out pushing Reporter #8 out of his way]

Reporters:
Well, what did I say?
He's out of his tree
He's finally flipped,
And between you and me--
He's no hope of retaining
His crown in his frame of mind.
In fact,
He shouldn't have come here, {Florence:
He should have resigned {Smile, you got your first}

Well, what did I say? {Exclusive story.}
He's out of his tree
He's finally flipped,
And between you and me-- {Now you can bask in his}
He's no hope of retaining
His crown in his frame of mind.
In fact, {Reflected glory.}
He shouldn't have come here,
He should have resigned.

If he is in this frame of mind {"Naked and provoked}
He should be dumped,
He should be resigned.

If he is in this frame of mind {Yankee aggression!"}
He should be dumped,
He should be resigned.

If he is in this frame of mind {Oh, what a credit to}
He should be dumped,
He should be resigned. {Your great profession!} 

Well, what did I say?
He's out of his mind
He's finally flipped,
He should have resigned.

Press Conference

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.

Molokov and Anatoly

Anatoly:
Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams,
Now they're obsessions.
Hopes became needs--
Lovers possessions.

Then they move in
Oh so discreetly,
Slowly at first--
Smiling too sweetly.
I opened doors
They walked right through them.
Called me their friend--
I hardly knew them.

Now I'm
Where I want to be,
And who I want to be,
And doing what I
Always said I would,
And yet I feel
I haven't won at all.
Running for my life,
And never looking back
In case there's someone
Right behind to shoot me down
And say he always knew I'd fall.

When the crazy wheel
Slows down,
Where will I be?
Back where I started.

Don't get me wrong,
I'm not complaining.
Times have been good--
Fast, entertaining.
But what's the point
If I'm concealing
Not only love,
All other feeling?

Now I'm
Where I want to be,
And who I want to be,
And doing what I
Always said I would,
And yet I feel
I haven't won at all.
I'm running for my life,
And never looking back
In case there's someone
Right behind to shoot me down
And say he always knew I'd fall.

When the crazy wheel
Slows down,
Where will I be?
Back where I started.

Viigand: [Spoken]
Comrade, Molokov tells me you want to play chess.

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Go to hell.

Where I Want To Be