"Chess" (10) Anatoly and Florence

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

Anatoly:
But why is he really here?
A whole year of silence,
And suddenly here he is. 

Florence: [Spoken]
He's working for Global. It's big money. 

Anatoly:
So that's all it is, then?
He has no desire to see you anymore? 

Florence:
Who cares what he's up to?
You're not playing him. 

Anatoly:
Oh, no?
I've a feeling I am. 

[Spoken]
Why is he here? 

Florence:
Don't talk yourself out of form
Viigand's the one
You have to beat. 

Anatoly:
And he's a fine player. 

Florence:
Predictable-- he's a machine. 

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Yes, a very fine machine. 

Florence:
So are you.
So are we.
But there is one other thing-- 

Anatoly: [Spoken]
What? 

Florence:
I gather Svetlana
Is planning to come out here. 

Anatoly: [Spoken]
My wife? Come to Bangkok? No. 

Florence: [Spoken]
You must know about it.
[Sung]
It's been in the papers--
They may let her out. 

Anatoly:
This has to be Molokov,
Right up his street. 

Florence:
So now you've got
One more opponent to beat.
Surely you knew. 

Anatoly:
I did not. 

Florence:
Well, this is a problem
We knew we'd be facing soon. 

Anatoly: [Spoken]
But not now. Not now.

One More Opponent

Florence:
This is an all too familiar scene.

Anatoly:
Life imperceptibly coming between.

Both:
Those whose love is as strong as it could or should be. 

Anatoly:
Nothing has altered -- 

Florence:
-- Yet everything's changed. 

Anatoly:
No one stands still -- 

Both:
Still I love you completely
And hope I always will.
Each day we get through
Means one less mistake
Left for the making. 

Anatoly:
And there's no return
As we slowly learn
Of the chances we're taking. 

Florence:
I'd give the world
To stay just as we are--
It's better by far
Not to be too wise 

Both:
Not to realize
Where there's truth
There will be lies. 

Florence:
You and I,
We've seen it all--
Been down this road before,
Yet we go on believing. 

Anatoly:
You-- 

Florence:
You-- 

Both:
And I,
We've seen it all--
Chasing our hearts' desire,
Yet I still think I'm certain
This time it will be
My happy ending. 

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Thank you. It's from Molokov-- You were right.
She's here, landed from Moscow this morning. Bastard.

You and I

Molokov: [Spoken]
Comrades, why are you looking so worried? We are not
dealing with the traitor Sogievsky now. Comrade Viigand
is a disciplined, Soviet, chess-playing machine. 

[Sung]
Just in case you feel a trace
Of doubt or even nervous tension,
Let me draw the latest score
To your attention.
Not the score,
The witless core of commentators are debating.
Come, admit,
Who gives a shit for Elo rating.
No, I prefer
And I'm sure you concur,
To see who is ahead
Psychologically, for example,
We have on tap,
An inscrutable chap
Whose thoughts never stray
From the state of the play.

All:
Viigand!! 

Molokov: [Spoken]
Whereas... 

[Sung]
It's so difficult to concentrate if
You have left your native
Country for a woman
Who has plans of her own.
It's not easy for a chap to excel,
Feeling guilty as hell,
Having left his wife
To face the music alone.
But, even worse,
Imagine if his ladies met,
Well then I'll bet,
The atmosphere 'round here
Would be a little strained,
As she explained. 

[Claps]
How could he do
What he's done to those two,
Most wonderful girls.
Yes, I love you both. 

Soloists:
Most amusing! 

Molokov:
Starting them scratch
They'll torpedo his match,
His horsepower dead
On the board and in bed. 

All:
Bit by bit the pieces fit,
The Soviet machine advances.
Not one move that
Won't improve our nation's chances.
We predict a stunning victory
On the board and off it.
This will show that traitor
No one rats with profit.
But we're going
To smash that bastard.
Make him wanna change his name.
Take him to the cleaners
And devastate him,
Wipe him out,
Humiliate him.
We don't want the
Whole world saying
"They can't even win a game."
We have never
Reckoned on coming second. 

Molokov:
There's no use in {Soloists:}
Losing. {We can feel the flame
Of triumph burning,}
Bit by bit the pieces fit, Our people's pride returning.
The soviet machine
Advances. 

All:
Not one move that won't
Improve our nation's chances.
Hoi! 

Molokov:
No, I prefer and
I'm sure you concur,
To see who is ahead
Psychologically, for example,
We have on tap,
An inscrutable chap
Whose thoughts never stray
From the state of the play. 

All:
La la la la, la la lay la lay la
La la la la la la la la la la la
Bit by bit the pieces fit,
The soviet machine advances.
Not one move that won't
Improve our nation's chances.
Hey!
We predict a stunning victory
On the board and off it.
This will show that traitor
No one rats with profit.
Ah ah, la la la la! 

The Soviet Machine