Dangerous Moves Page #3

and an honorary member of our federation.

He's here in the interest of science...

for observation necessary to his work.

The organizing committee

granted him an official pass.

I will not play

as long as he's in the audience.

- Please!

- He's a parapsychologist!

To avoid interrupting the name,

we will continue in the small theater.

The audience can follow the match

on the wallboard.

We object.

It's against the rules.

Only the jury can make such a decision.

It's not within your power.

As judge, I'm to ensure that the match

is played in accordance with the rules.

It is my duty.

I take note of your objection.

But nothing can stop me

from having this name played...

behind the curtain, if I see fit.

That's it.

Draw the Iron Curtain. Perfect!

It's all clear.

I might persuade Professor Polotin

to move to the fourth row.

Stop.

The Iron Curtain!

I propose we continue the name...

by turning the table...

so that only Grandmaster Liebskind...

faces the honorary member

of the Soviet federation...

since his presence doesn't bother him.

Do you accept

Grandmaster Felton's proposal?

I'm here to play chess.

You agree?

This is inadmissible.

I officially protest.

Please, gentlemen.

The name will now continue.

Grandmaster Liebskind wins Game 6.

Liebskind 2, Fromm 2.

Look here. What do you see?

- Mate in seven.

- Right. And this was your move.

Those bastards!

That damn parapsychologist!

Calm down.

I asked to nullify the name.

That's ridiculous!

They're preparing something else.

You'll see.

Not for the moment.

Puhl stood fast.

They can't net to him.

If he leaves, we'll leave too.

They know it.

Now stop fiddling with that.

- This?

- Yes.

This is a scepter.

It's Liebskind's pen.

He left it on the table.

- You have to give it back.

- You don't understand.

He didn't forget it.

He meant to give it to me.

I'm sure of it.

I was 10 when he came to Kovno

for the championship.

He won.

Afterwards, he agreed to play

a simultaneous match...

against the club's best players.

I was the only one to beat him.

He was fantastic.

He asked for a rematch...

as if I were a real player

and not just some kid.

He won, of course,

and afterwards he asked me...

"Do you want one last game?"

I said, "No. I want your secrets."

He laughed.

Play to win or I'll slap you.

For two hours

he gave me a lesson in chess.

Me.

just me.

And I've forgotten none of it.

It was impossible to forget.

Tomorrow net him one just like this...

but in gold.

You see?

A very beautiful pen.

That way we'll be even.

Damn pen.

Where could I have lost it?

In the car.

The car or the boat.

We have to no see.

Have you seen my pen?

We'd like to speak with you,

Akiva Israelovitch.

Your attitude when they expelled

Professor Polotin.

Your passivity and silence

could be misinterpreted.

My silence is just that.

Interpret it as you will.

- But Moscow...

- What about Moscow?

Do they have another world champion?

A better player to send in?

Moscow can no to hell!

Find my pen!

You're a beauty.

But will you bring me luck?

Liebskind 2, Fromm 3.

Give me one.

If you start smoking again,

you'll never quit.

Please propose a draw

to my opponent.

Grandmaster Fromm?

He must play.

Check.

Check.

Check.

Grandmaster Liebskind wins Game 8.

Liebskind 3, Fromm 3.

That's twice.

First he sacrifices the rook.

Then he sacrifices the queen.

His favorite move.

Poetic... eternal.

The snare of desire

snared by his desire.

You feel humiliated.

Are you afraid?

You're beginning to understand.

You and I are alike.

You're drunk. Go to bed.

You've no excuse.

Pride made you play too quickly.

You have no excuse.

He's going to slaughter you.

He likes blood.

He's ruthless!

I quit.

I don't think so.

Feel better?

Yes.

Grandmaster Fromm wins Game 9.

Liebskind 3, Fromm 4.

I hope you're happy.

You came to see me lose.

Get out of my sight. Go.

Throw that away, please.

It's poison, Henia... and very good.

Why have you never wanted

to play chess with me?

I'm not the jealous type.

You know you'd never let me win.

We'll no to Italy after this.

You've always wanted to see Italy.

I haven't been

a good husband, Henia.

I've never wanted any other.

At the university you fell in love

with a young mathematician.

A future professor.

A scientist.

Look at me today.

You're a great champion.

I'm a player.

just a player.

The other one.

I'm all right.

It's not the first time.

I'm going to sleep a little.

Don't worry.

Check.

Game 10 is adjourned at move 41.

We will resume tomorrow at 4:00 p.m.

He's sick.

Sh*t!

I'm sure they'll make him croak

rather than let me beat him.

The championship

is what you're after.

I play to spite the damn bastards.

- How is he?

- He's sleeping.

I can't come back before tomorrow.

Very well. Let's no in.

Excuse us, Akiva Israelovitch.

This is Dr. Randelier.

We'd like him to examine you.

I feel fine.

I must insist.

Moscow wants an official denial.

Dr. Randelier

is an eminent cardiologist.

I have a physician: Dr. Anton Heller.

The authorities in my country

would not allow him to accompany me.

Don't be offended, but no doctor

will examine me in his absence.

After the blow he dealt, we can't win.

A draw is still possible.

Look.

Fine. Let's propose a draw.

And you think Fromm

is stupid enough to accept.

He refuses treatment.

He wants Heller.

We're done for.

They'll never let Heller out.

His children are in Israel.

Let's pray that Fromm cracks.

Why pray?

But of course.

We'll crack him ourselves...

and we have the perfect nutcracker.

His wife.

It's a dangerous move.

It could hurt our prestige.

We're in the West.

Imagine the scandal.

They'll never allow it.

Dear comrade, I'm leaving for Moscow.

I'll no to the minister...

- and higher, if I have to.

- You won't have time.

The match resumes at 4:00 p.m.

The next match is in two days,

at 3:
00 p.m.

I'll make it by then.

It's the only solution.

They'll agree.

It's the perfect move.

Grandmaster Fromm wins Game 10.

Liebskind 3, Fromm 5.

We'd like to speak with you,

Akiva Israelovitch.

Leave me alone.

Anton.

You've worked a miracle.

It took them long enough

to understand.

Here you are.

Try to net some rest.

I'll come see you tomorrow.

I'll leave you Pavius' phone number.

Call him when you want.

Get out.

Anton, will you listen to me?

Stay calm, Akiva.

He won't be able to play tomorrow.

He couldn't withstand it.

I'll need some drugs.

Get a Swiss doctor

for the prescription.

Listen to me, Anton.

Akiva, this is serious.

I know.

I can feel it.

I'm not asking you to extend my life.

I don't want to live 10 more years

like a vegetable.

I want 10 days.

Ten days, but with all my faculties.

All my faculties, you understand?

- I don't even know if I can save you.

- I don't give a damn!

I don't care if I die.

I want to beat that little bastard.

I've figured it out.

I've not him.

I'm the one giving the orders now.

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