ARBITER'S ASSISTANTS: Did you make it clear That he has to be here? Does he understand He will lose his title? ARBITER: How straightforward the game When all the rules are respected... ARBITER'S ASSISTANTS Did you make it clear There are no exceptions? ARBITER: ...And these rules are the same For a champion or for a novice No show, no dice, no appeal, no exceptions, no way! MERCHANDISER'S ASSISTANTS Do you think he knows What it's gonna cost him? MERCHANDISER: Does the player exist In any human endeavor... MERCHANDISER'S ASSISTANTS: Do you think he cares What it's gonna cost us? MERCHANDISER: ...Who's been known to resist Sirens of fame and possessions? Threaten to cut off supplies and he'll come out to play. RUSSIANS: He's a broken man: Good as back in Moscow. NIKOLAI: It's the weak who extol Tawdry untruths about freedom... RUSSIANS: What a way to learn Home is where the heart is. NIKOLAI: ...Prostituting the soul Chasing some spurious starlight Trinkets in airports sufficient to lead them astray. C.I.A. MEN: Selfish little creep. Everybody suffers. BEN: I'm no expert in chess But hazard this prognostication... C.I.A. MEN: Selfish little creep. Everybody suffers. BEN: That the late Mister "S" Has better chances of winning The Kentucky Derby than keeping his title today. C.I.A. MEN: Selfish little creep. Everybody suffers. We don't see the jerk Even coming second. JOURNALISTS: We are all aware of reputation But one empty chair is condemnation Of a man who blew it scuttled with dishonor. MERCHANDISERS & C.I.A. MEN: No one gives a damn for his dilemma Just another scam We're sick of them, a Lot of jobs at stake With Russia's primadonna. ARBITER & ASSISTANTS: We can hardly begin to Imagine why he'd risk all he's put into His calling through the years The blood, the sweat, the tears, The late, late nights, the early starts. MORE JOURNALISTS: Of course the effect is Exactly what observers would expect viz. The world is set to cheer The only one who's here The bad guy's gone and won their hearts. EVERYBODY: Is he still in bed? Or in the shower? Even if he's dead They won't allow a Man to show up after the appointed hour. ANATOLY: They all think they see a man Who doesn't know Which move to make Which way to go Whose private life Caused his decline Wrecked his grand design Some are vicious, some are fools And others blind To see in me One of their kind. FREDDIE: So he's gonna fight This situation Where's my appetite For concentration Why is he so focused When my thoughts are straying. Looking at this man It's her I'm seeing Once my greatest fan And now her being His still gets to me And screws the way I'm playing. ANATOLY: Here I see a man caring About a minor sporting triumph, sharing A show with esoterics Paranoids, hysterics Who don't pay attention to What goes on around them They leave all those they touch the way they found them Is this the life I need? A childish, selfish greed While those who love me bleed to death. When I think of her Her and her father What would she prefer? I know I'd rather Live my life alone than feel That I had harmed them. FREDDIE: At last! He's made a mistake! ANATOLY: I cannot go on hurting all the people who have trusted me. FREDDIE: He cannot escape from here! ANATOLY: Well here we are -- The final stages of a soul-destroying game The sacrifice of someone I will never find again. FREDDIE: ANATOLY: Check! Never! Check! Never! Check! Never! Check! Never! Check! Never! FREDDIE: Backed the losing side Florence Vassy Took you for a ride Florence Vassy You just haven't got the instinct of a winner. ANATOLY: There is nothing more to do No hope, no way To save the game; The end of play! So I lose today And tomorrow. ALL: We have just witnessed history made Power moves west ending an era This is a great day for American chess! U.S.A.! U.S.A.! U.S.A.!
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