Anatoly: [Spoken]
What are you doing here?


Frederick:
This is the one situation,
I wanted most to avoid.


Anatoly:
Then what on earth are you doing?

You could be better employed.

Frederick:

No, please hear me out. I think I can help.

Anatoly:

If it is about Florence, I am warning you!

Frederick:

No, it is not about her, your wife or your kids;
Or money, or Walter, or Molokov.


Anatoly:
What the hell is it?


Frederick:
I want to talk chess!


Anatoly: [Spoken]
Chess?


Frederick:
Something I've noticed in Viigand,
It is his King's Indian Defense.

One of the lines he's been trying,
Doesn't completely make sense.


Anatoly:
I--I don't understand.


Frederick:
I told you, his King's Indian--


Anatoly:
No, I don't understand why you are helping me.


Frederick:
Because I love chess. Does nobody else?
Jesus! Sometimes I think I am the only one.

How can you let mediocrity win?

Anatoly:

What about Florence's father?
My wife and my children?


Frederick:
You've let them all down already. Win or betray yourself too.
You don't want those %#@!s to get what they want.


Anatoly:
They'll get what they want. They always do.


Frederick:
No, they won't, if you win. Be true to the game.

The one thing you know you can count upon--

Anatoly:

What about Florence?

Frederick:

The one thing is chess!

Anatoly: [Spoken]

Chess?

Frederick: [Spoken]

How can you let mediocrity win? You have one chance left.
Win for chess! You were five-one up. Now it's five all.
Get a grip!