Molokov
The man is utterly mad! Believe me, Anatoly,
Youre playing a lunatic
Anatoly
Thats the problem.
Hes a brilliant lunatic,
and you cant tell which way hell jump.
Like his game, hes impossible to analyze.
You cant predict him, dissect him,
Which of course means hes not a lunatic at all
Molokov
What weve just seens a pathetic display
From a man whos beginning to crack
Hes afraid,
He knows he isnt the player he was
And he wont get it back.
Anatoly
Nonsense!
Why do you people always want to believe
Third-rate propaganda?
Molokov
My friend, please relax,
Were all your side
You know how you need us
Anatoly
I dont need my army of so-called advisors
And helpers to tell me the man
whos revitalised Chess single-handed
Is more or less out of his brain
When its very clear
Hes sane
Molokov
Listen, we dont underestimate Trumper
We wont get caught in that trap
After all, winning or losing reflects on us all
Anatoly
Oh, dont give me that crap!
I win, no-one else does
And I take the rap if I lose
Molokov
Its not quite that simple
The whole worlds tuned in
Were all on display
Were not merely sportsmen
Anatoly
Oh please dont start spouting
that old party line
Just get out, and get me my chess-playing second
In 36 hours we begin
That is if you want to win
Molokov
One thing 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
So you think I cant win otherwise?
Molokov
Im not saying that, Im just making certain
And she is attractive.
And then theres her intriguing family history,
Hungary, 1956 and all that
Anatoly
Im a chess player, Mr. Molokov.
You go and play these other games.