Searching For Bobby Fischer Page #2

Well, show him.

Your dad wants|to see you play,

Like with the men|in the park.

Hey, it'll be fun.

Then we'll go|to a dealership.

Now go easy on me.

It's been a while|since I've played.

Check.

Oh, uh...

checkmate.

You see,|I've got you here and here.

See?

Can we go|to the dealership now?

Sure.

Pee and get your coat.

Yeah, I know.

I should've|let him win one.

I gave him|every opportunity.

He wasn't trying|to win.

Oh, no?

Come on, Bonnie.

It doesn't matter.

No. Say what you mean.

You don't get it?

He doesn't want|to beat his daddy.

Dad.

She thinks you're|throwing the game.

You know what that means,|throwing the game?

No.

Well, this time,|really try.

I was trying.

Well, I know you were,

but we're going to play one more|just for fun, O.K.?

Josh...

it's O.K. to beat him.

You won't|hurt his feelings.

It's your move.

Your move, Josh!

I can't.

I'm playing chess|with my dad.

Chess. It's a game,|like Monopoly.

Josh!

Don't hang up.

Hi.

Your move, Josh!

Did you move that pawn?

I moved a pawn, yeah.

Yeah, that one.

Move my horse|in front of my king.

You mean your knight.

Yeah.

O.K.

He's going to lose|his queen.

Oh, really?

Did you do it?

Yeah.

Can we go out now?

Well, the game's|not over yet, Josh.

Yes, it is.

Bobby Fischer was 6

when his mother|moved the family

to a small apartment|near Ebbets Field.

At night,

when the traffic noise|died down,

you could hear the roar of the crowd|from the stadium.

His sister brought home|games to amuse him

while their mother|was at work.

Monopoly...

Parcheesi...

chess.

Even though|she was five years older,

she was soon|no match for him.

It became more interesting

for him to play|against himself.

He'd play both sides|of the board equally hard,

careful to be fair...

and he always won.

[ Ballet Instructor ]|And up...

Now over.

Arms long, girls,

and down.

Let's go|to the other side.

Long neck.

And pli.

And down.

J'adoube.

What are you doing?

J'adoube.

J'adoube?|You moved the piece.

No, I adjusted|the piece.

J'adoube.

No, you moved it,|then took it back.

No, I adjusted...

Who are you with again?

No, you picked up|the piece...

The Hadassah chapter|on Staten Island.

I'll take it back.

What did you have in mind?

Lecture? Exhibition?

I'm looking for|Bruce Pandolfini.

What are you prepared|to pay?

$30.

Do you know how much I'm accustomed|to getting for a lecture?

[ Scrunching ]

Want to play?

Can I have|one of those?

Yes, I'll be there.

Yes, l--I'm agreeing to the $30.

Yes, I have it.

Ahem.

Bye.

[ Hitting Chess Timer ]

I work for a newspaper.|I wanted--

I don't know|where Bobby Fischer is.

I was talking to the guy|who writes the chess column.

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