Wednesday, December 18, 2013

"Chess" (8) Florence Quits



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
Frederick: [Spoken]
Five games to one. It's all over. 
[Sung]
So you got
What you want.
What a nasty ambition.
Set me up,
Pull me down,
Then exploit my condition.
I should have guessed, woman,
That if pressed, woman,
You're on nobody's side
But your own.
And you're behaving
Like a mere woman,
It's so clear, woman,
It's your sex!
Once they start
Getting old,
And getting worried,
They let fly,
Take it out
On the one
Who supports them--
That's you
I'm talking about.
Florence:
Who'd ever guess it?
Such a squalid little ending--
Watching you descending
Just as far as you can go.
I'm learning
Things I didn't want to know.
Frederick & Florence:
Who'd ever think it?
This would be the situation.
Frederick:
One more observation--
Frederick & Florence:
How'd we ever get this far
Before you showed me
What you really are? 
Florence:
You'll be lost without me
To abuse like you're used to. 
Frederick:
Go away!
Just get out!
Be someone else's
Parasite!
Florence Quits
Frederick:
I'm not the kind
To be vindictive--
Holding some childish grudge.
How could I be?
I'm in the spotlight--
Half of the world my judge. 
All I demand
Is those I work for,
Those I give all my skills
All my time, and pain,
Those that I entertain.
Give me the same
Compassion in return

But the fools never learn.
Pity the Child 1

[a stretch of no lyrics]
Embassy Officials:
Oh, my dear how boring,
He's defecting
Just like all the others,
He's expecting
Us to be impressed
With what he's done here,
But he hasn't stopped
To think about the paperwork
His gesture causes--
We've an embassy to run here.
If these people can't strike
Blows for freedom
With a valid visa,
We don't need 'em.
If we seem offhand
Then please remember
This is nothing very special--
He's the fourth we've had
Since last November.
Who do these foreign
Chappies think they are?
Official #1:
And when he's safely in the West
He'll be the hero to discuss.
The media will lionize him,
Fame and fortune plus,
Officials:
No-one will recall it's
Thanks to us. 
Official #1: [Spoken]
You have a wife? 
Anatoly: [Spoken]
Yes. 
Official #3: [Spoken]
You have two children? 
Anatoly: [Spoken]
Yes. 
Official #2: [Spoken]
And they're not coming with you? 
Anatoly: [Spoken]
No, not for the moment. 
Official #4: [Spoken]
You play chess. You are good at it? 
[Official #3 whispers in #4's ear]
Oh. I hear you're world champion. 
Anatoly: [Spoken]
Since yesterday. 
Officials: [Spoken]
That's still good. 
[Sung]
Have you an appointment
With the consul?
If you don't
We know what his
Response'll be,
He will not see you--
With respect it buggers up
His very taxing schedule,
Pushing peace and understanding.
Let us hope this won't affect it.
Far too many joker
Cross the border,
Not a single
Document in order.
Russia must be empty
Though we're all for
Basic human rights,
It makes you wonder,
What they built the Berlin wall for--
Who do these foreign
Chappies think they are?
And when you've
Filled in all the forms,
And been passed
Clear of all disease,
Debriefed, debugged,
Dedrugged, disarmed,
And disinfected, please
Don't forget the guys
Who cut your keys.
Embassy Lament
[FLORENCE]
If it were love I would give that love every second I had
And I do
Did I know where he'd lead me to?
Did I plan
Doing all of this for the love of a man?
Well I let it happen anyhow
And what I'm feeling now
Has no easy explanation
Reason plays no part
Heaven help my heart
I love him too much
What if he saw my whole existence
Turning around a word, a smile, a touch? 
One of these days, and it won't be long,
he'll know more about me
Than he should
All my dreams will be understood
No surprise
Nothing more to learn from the look in my eyes
Don't you know that time is not my friend
I'll fight it to the end
Hoping to keep that best of moments
When the passions start
Heaven help my heart
The day that I find
Suddenly I've fun out of secrets
Suddenly I'm not always on his mind 
Maybe it's best to love a stranger
Well that's what I've done -- heaven help my heart
Heaven help my heart
Heaven Help My Heart
Reporter #3: [Spoken]
Excuse me, Mr. Sergievsky, why are you leaving
Russia? What about your wife and family? 
Reporters:
How long was this planned?
What made you defect?
Did anyone help you?
And do you expect
To be joined in your exile
By loved ones, e.g. your wife?
Or are you starting again
In all aspects of life? 
Reporter #7: [Spoken]
Will you be defending your title next year in Bangkok? 
Anatoly: [Spoken]
Walter, you bastard, you never told me you and
Global would fix all this! 
Walter: [Spoken]
Welcome to the West, Anatoly. 
Reporter #6: [Spoken]
Why did you leave Russia? 
Anatoly: [Spoken]
I don't leave anything!
Anatoly and The Press

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