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.