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They hate you, Josh.

I don't hate them.

Bobby Fischer held the world|in contempt.

I'm not him.

You're telling me.

In the primary division,

In first place with a perfect|six out of six--

Jonathan Poe.

Let's give a round of applause|for all the winners.

It's white's move.

Can we expect it|any time soon?

How many points|is it worth?

To make the opening move?

Yes.

Forget the points.

How much is it worth|if I do it?

Do it for its own sake.

I want to know how close I am|to getting the certificate.

Forget that.

I want to know.

- I don't know.|- What do you mean?

I don't care.

I don't understand.

It's white's move.

I want the certificate.

You want the certificate?

You have to have|the certificate?

You won't move until you get|the certificate?

You win.

Here's your certificate.|Fill it out.

Doesn't mean anything.|It's a piece of paper.

It's a Xerox|of a piece of paper.

Do you want|another one?

Do you want 1 0?

You want 20?

I've got a briefcase full of them.|They mean nothing.

They mean nothing.

Get out of my house.

To put a child in a position|to care about winning

and not to prepare him|is wrong.

Get out of my house.

Look, I know you don't want to admit it,|but he's right.

I mean, you wouldn't sign your kid up|for little league

and then not get him|a glove.

You equip him.

It's over.

Bonnie, he's in a slump.

This is a slump.|It happens.

When you get into a slump,

you get out of it eventually.|You don't give up.

This is like baseball to you.

If you're afraid to lose,|you lose.

He's afraid.

He's not afraid|of losing.

He's afraid|of losing your love.

How many ballplayers|grow up

afraid of losing|their father's love

every time they come up|to the plate?

All of them!

He knows|you disapprove of him.

He knows you think|he's weak,

but he's not weak.

He's decent.

And if you or Bruce|or anyone else

tries to beat that|out of him,

I swear to God|I'll take him away.

When did you start to get serious|about chess?

Uh, I got serious, oh...

hmm, oh, well, I was always|pretty serious about it.

You know,|when I was maybe 7.

People say they've received letters|from him over the years,

but never show them.

They say|he lost his nerve,

and he'll never play|again.

They say|he lost his mind

and roams the streets|of Los Angeles hiding out

under assumed names.

Check.

Check.

Some people say...

he's dead.

I think he's lying low|and getting stronger,

waiting for just the right|moment to come back

and reclaim his crown.

Hey, Josh.

Shh.

What happened|to your room?

I cleaned it.

Hey, you know,

you don't have to|do this anymore.

You could give it up,|and that's all right with me.

In fact...

I want you to.

How can I do that?

What do you mean?|You just do it.

But I have to win.

No, that's what I'm saying--|you don't.

But you told me I did.

Well, I'm telling you now|that you don't.

But I do.

I do.

Why?

Because I have to.

Why?

It doesn't|mean anything.

It's just a game.

No, it isn't.

[ Children Playing ]

[ Rattling ]

Good morning.

These belong to you.

Want to play?

Two minutes.

What's that?

Schleimann attack.

Where'd you learn that from,|a book?

My teacher taught me.

Forget it. Play like you used to--|from the gut.

Get your pawns rolling|on the queen's side.

Put it out.|Josh is playing.

He taught you how not to lose,|not how to win.

You got to risk losing.|You got to risk everything.

You got to go|to the edge of defeat.

But--

But what? Play.

Never play the board,|always the man.

You got to play the man|playing the board. Play me.

You have to beat me,|not the board.

You're not|who I have to play.

You're playing me now.

Better.

All right.

Better! Yes!|Come on, move.

Good!

Yeah!

All right!

Better!

Yeah!

Good move!

Yeah!

Yeah! Uh-huh!

Yes!

Move!

Ooh, yeah!|Good, good, good! Move!

Yeah, that's it!

Ooh, good! Yeah!

What's that?

Mate.

Yeah.

How's it going?

All right.

How's Josh?

Well, he's good.|Sit down.

Still planning on going to Chicago|for the nationals?

Yeah.

I've seen you both|at the park.

Yeah. We've been|hanging out there a lot.

Think that's a good idea?

Yes, I do.

He's playing better than ever.

How would you know that?

You're right.

I--I don't know.

But what I do know|is that he likes playing again

for the first time|in a long time.

I know you think|you're doing what's best,

but you're setting him up for|the biggest disappointment of his life.

That other kid isn't|spending his afternoons riding bikes

and playing Pac-Man,|I can guarantee you that.

I'm doing the only thing

I know how to do|for Josh.

I don't know|what else to do.

Don't let him|go down there to lose.

That's what you can do|for him.

You're his father.|Forbid it.

I can't do that.

Fred...

he's going to get killed.

There's not going to be|much left of him.

You have no idea what a fall like this|can do to you.

I think I do.

You know what?

You should come down|with us.

It would mean a lot to him to have|you there.

That I can't do.

There you go.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Come on, Katya.

O.K. That's not bad,|but that's not right, O.K.?

That's not|what Casablanca did.

See?|You want to be patient.

Fools rush in.

You want to go|to the 7th rank--

Hi, Morgan.

Josh, where you been?

Fishing.

Whoa. Look at this.

No chess boards,|no chess books.

I wasn't allowed to talk about chess|for two whole weeks.

Just fish.

Whoa.

It was my dad's idea.

Hey, Kalev.

How's it going?

Fishing?

Sure.

The 200 young players|finding their seats behind me

represent some|of the strongest chess minds

of any age in the country.

Traveling from as far away|as Alaska and Hawaii,

they've come here to compete|against each other

over the course of the next two long,|grueling days.

To become champion,

one must win|all seven games.

That's right.

This is Donovan Clennan,

Director of the National|Scholastic Championship.

Tell me,

is the next Bobby Fischer|somewhere in this room?

Hi, Mom.

This girl you're playing|is ranked 82nd.

All right.|Get through it quick,

and you can rest|before the next round, O.K.?

O.K.

I'll see you|in a little while.

Bye.

Bye.

Josh...

good luck.

Some of you maybe unfamiliar|with sudden death rules.

If you're writing moves down|while a player gets down

to where there's less|than five minutes left,

it's no longer|your responsibility to...

Hi.

Hi.

Is that clear?

Good luck.

One more thing--

if you have a problem...

Morgan.

If you have a problem,|you don't have to discuss it

with your opponent.

All these people|with purple hats around here,

they'll be wandering around.

Just put your hand up,|and they'll straighten it up.

O.K. Just hold up your hand,|and they'll see it.

Don't argue|with your opponent.

That's ridiculous.

O.K. good luck.

Start your clocks.

Can I come in?

How are you feeling?

Scared?

I can't beat him.

You might be right.

I'm not supposed|to say that,

but you'd know I was lying if I said|anything else.

I have something for you.

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