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 an*lyze. 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.