[dog barking distantly]
[Alice] Men are gonna come along and wanna teach you things.
Doesn't make them any smarter.
In most ways, they're not, but it makes them feel bigger.
They can show you how things are done.
You just let them blow by,
and you go on ahead, and do just what the hell you feel like.
It takes a strong woman to stay by herself,
in a world where people will settle for anything,
just to say they have something.
There we are.
So you never forget who you are.
["Stop Your Sobbing" by The Kinks playing]
♪ …for you to stop all of your sobbin' ♪
♪ Yes, it's time for you to stop ♪
♪ All of your sobbin', ooh ♪
[both singing along] ♪ There's one thing you gotta do ♪
[Beth laughs]
♪ To make me still want you ♪
♪ Gotta stop sobbin' now ♪
-[Benny] Pawn to king four. -[Beth] Pawn to queen bishop four.
-N to KB-3. -Pawn to queen three.
P to Q4.
Pawn takes pawn.
-Knight takes. -Knight… king bishop three.
-[Benny] N to QB-3. -[Beth] Pawn to king's knight three.
[Benny] P to B4.
[Beth] P to B4.
[Benny] The Levenfish. Never liked it.
-King to B3. -[Beth] I'll take the knight.
-[Benny] Pawn takes. -[Beth] Pawn to king five.
Pawn takes again.
Hey, you know what Scharz says about that in the footnote?
I don't read the footnotes.
-Okay, well, it's time you started. -I don't like Scharz.
Oh, I don't like Scharz either, but I read him.
What's your move?
Queen takes queen. Check.
[Benny] The weather is hot today.
[Beth repeats phrase in Russian]
[in English] I feel sick.
Mm. [repeats phrase in Russian]
[quiet, uplifting music playing]
[dog barks distantly]
[Benny] Here you go.
[Benny] Not that one.
This one.
[distant traffic sounds]
[Beth] Benny?
Come on.
[keys jangling]
[man yelling distantly]
-[door opens] -[light switch clicks]
[Benny sighs]
-Is there a bathroom? -Oh, yeah, it's just through there.
[water dripping]
[door closes]
There's space in the closet.
You can hang your clothes up in there if you want.
[Beth] Okay.
-I thought I was gonna get a couch. -No, I said living room.
Just gotta…
pump it up.
[air blowing]
-I got it. -Really?
-You sure? Gonna be all right? -Sure.
Oh, there's no booze in the apartment.
Didn't think there would be.
[door closes]
[air blowing]
[loud traffic noises]
[groans]
[dishes clattering]
[liquid pouring]
You can get changed in my bedroom.
I need a shower.
She's all yours.
[door creaking]
Here, we'll start with these.
"The Hastings Christmas Chess Congress."
"Falaise Hall, White Rock Gardens."
"Record of games."
"Luchenko-Uhlmann. Borgov-Penrose."
"Grandmaster Chess." Whoo!
Play the Hastings games first.
I'll play black.
I haven't had any breakfast.
Eggs are in the fridge.
Thank you.
Then, we'll play the Borgov games first.
-All of them? -He will be in Paris.
Fine.
I will eat first.
[anticipatory music playing]
[Benny] Why not advance the knight? Why isn't he defending against the rook?
What's gonna become of the backward pawn?
[air blowing]
You replay the game so you can feel the wins for yourself.
You read game books like Reinfeld
that are full of queen sacrifices and melodrama.
You know from your tournament experience
you can't rely on your opponent setting himself up for a queen sacrifice,
or a surprise mate with a knight and a rook.
[chess pieces clattering]
-[scoffs] -[Benny] But that's who you are.
You're bored with ordinary chess,
even when it's played by Grandmasters.
You're bored in the way you probably were
when you read Reuben Fine's endgame analysis.
And then the counter analysis in Chess Review
that pointed out the errors in Reuben Fine.
-Benny… -[tapping page]
…look at this.
Fine missed one.
Look. Ready?
Black…
has this…
with the knight.
-Yeah. -It's good, it's good! [laughs]
Yeah. Yeah.
Huh.
[Benny] And you haven't done anything like what I'm making you do now.
We're playing serious chess.
Workmanlike chess.
The kind of chess played by the best players in the world,
the Soviets.
And you know why they're the best players in the world?
They have the best suits?
It's because they play together as a team,
especially during adjournments.
They help each other out.
Us Americans, we work alone because we're all such individualists.
We don't like to let anyone help us.
[yawning] You're helping me now.
Am I?
'Cause it looks more like I'm putting you to sleep.
I'm sorry.
I'm tired.
I should probably go to bed.
What, and miss out on all the fun?
Mm. I'll survive.
What fun?
[knocking on door]
I wonder who that could be.
[Benny and men] Hey!
[Benny] Right on time.
-Come on in, come on in. -[man] Good to see you.
Beth Harmon, this is Hilton Wexler and Grandmaster Arthur Levertov.
The new champ.
Hi.
Congratulations. Benny needed a lesson in humility.
-[Beth laughs] -[Benny] I'm already tops in humility.
Hello, Beth.
-[kisses] -Uh… oh…
I'm Cleo.
Hi.
[Hilton] Do you do problems?
-No. -Never?
I always found them irrelevant.
Positions that never come up in actual games.
[laughs]
Let me show you one you might like.
Okay.
-Can I mess this up? -Go ahead.
Hilton, she is not one of your problem freaks.
-She's the US Champion, for Christ's sake. -It's okay.
-This one is… -[pieces clattering]
…my favorite.
How does White win in three?
[crash]
Benny, under what mound do you hide your drinking glasses?
Hey, quit distracting her.
She's not.
[glasses clinking softly]
King to queen seven.
Jesus! That's fast.
Drink?
No, thank you.
I should fix the food.
Come on, that's enough of that.
-Come on. -[Arthur] Do you ever clean? [laughs]
Are you here with Arthur or Hilton?
Both of them.
Neither of them.
Two of them are better than one, if you know what I mean.
-[men chatting indistinctly] -How do you all know each other?
A sad story,
involving me, a bad breakup,
and a walk through le Jardin du Luxembourg,
where those two stopped me from killing myself.
Like I say, a sad story.
But as I walked past,
Arthur and Hilton were having a violent argument over a chessboard,
and I became mesmerized by their passion.
Well, that's how they tell it, anyway.
[both laugh]
No, the truth is, um…
Benny was there, and I became mesmerized by Benny.
Over and done.
What do you do?
Guess.
Something in fashion?
[chuckles] That's a nice way to put it.
I'm a model.
-[lighter clicks] -Wow. [sighs]
That must be exciting.
Fashion is exciting. Modeling and models are insipid.
But it pays for my studio in the Marais.
Oh, you have not been to Paris?
Not yet.
-Do you live there? -Sometimes.
Sometimes Berlin, sometimes here.
I'm a, uh…
-how do you say? A vagabond? -[laughs] I don't know.
Modeling sounds pretty exciting to me.
Plus, I imagine they give you a lot of free clothes.
Ah, you like nice clothes, huh?
-I do. -[chuckles]
You could never be a model.
You are pretty enough, but you are much too smart.
Models are empty creatures.
The camera lens fills them with color and texture,
and, once in a while, even mystery.
But just like there is no mystery to a vacant lot,
it's just there until you put something interesting on top of it…
Models are the same.
They are just what you put on them.
You know, most are terrible in bed.
But then, anyone who doesn't eat is terrible in bed, don't you think?
[laughs]
[Beth] Here we go.
[upbeat music playing softly]
What?
Let's do a simultaneous.
You…
play all of us.
[Cleo] Uh, not me. I don't even know the rules.
I'll spectate.
-Do we have enough boards, enough pieces? -Yeah, in the closet.
We can set them up right here on the floor.
Okay.
-Time control? -Let's play speed chess.
Well, that'll give us an edge. We can think on your time.
Mm. I wanna try it.
You're not so good at that, remember?
I'll bet you ten I can beat you.
What if you throw the other games, spend all your time against me?
-What if I kick you in the crotch? -[chuckles]
-[Beth] I'll bet you ten on them, too. -Okay. It's your money.
It will be.
["Yeh, Yeh" by Georgie Fame playing]
♪ Every evening When all my day's work is through ♪
♪ I call my baby And ask her what shall we do ♪
♪ I mention movies But she don't seem to dig that ♪
♪ And then she asks me Why don't I come to her flat ♪
♪ And have some supper And let the evening pass by ♪
♪ By digging records Beside a groovy hi-fi ♪
♪ I say yeh yeh ♪
♪ That's what I say I say yeh yeh ♪
♪ My baby loves me She gets me feeling so fine ♪
♪ Because she loves me She makes me know that she's mine ♪
♪ And when she kisses I feel the fire get hot ♪
♪ She never misses She gives it all that she's got ♪
♪ And when she asks me If everything is okay ♪
♪ I've got my answer The only thing I can say ♪
♪ I say yeh yeh ♪
♪ That's what I say I say yeh yeh ♪
♪ We'll play a melody And turn the lights down low ♪
♪ So that none can see ♪
♪ We gotta do that We gotta do that ♪
♪ And there'll be no one else alive In all the world 'cept you and me… ♪
Let's do it again.
♪ Yeh yeh yeh ♪
♪ Yeh yeh yeh yeh Yeh yeh ♪
[saxophone playing]
♪ We'll play a melody And turn the lights down low ♪
♪ So that none can see We gotta do that, we gotta do that ♪
♪ Yeh yeh We gotta do that, we gotta do that… ♪
Again.
♪ …alive in all the world 'Cept you and me ♪
♪ Yeh yeh yeh yeh Yeh yeh ♪
♪ Yeh yeh yeh yeh ♪
♪ Pretty baby I never knew such a thrill ♪
♪ Just thought I'd tell you Because I'm trembling still ♪
♪ But pretty baby I want you all for my own ♪
♪ I think I'm ready To leave those others alone ♪
♪ No need to ask me… ♪
Again.
♪ I got my answer The only thing I can say ♪
-No. -♪ I say yeh yeh ♪
♪ That's what I say I say yeh yeh ♪
♪ Yeh yeh ♪
Well, kid…
I think you've got it.
[all applauding]
It was such a pleasure. Do look me up if you come to Paris.
-Will you be there in two weeks? -Oh, who knows?
-Ah, bye. -[Benny] Bye-bye.
[door closes and locks]
[Benny snapping]
[Beth] What?
Nobody has done that to me in 15 years.
-Not even Borgov? -Not even Borgov.
And I'm sober as a judge,
as Alma would say.
I, myself, am not.
Good night.
Night.
Wait. Hey.
Yes?
Do you still like my hair?
[sighs]
[Benny and Beth breathing heavily]
That's what it's supposed to feel like.
[moans softly]
Hello?
You should play the Sicilian.
What?
In your game with Borgov, you should play the Sicilian.
Why?
It's what he's so good at.
It's also what you're most comfortable with.
You should always play your line, never his.
You play what's best for you.
Thank you.
Anything else?
One more thing.
They never say "check" at the big tournaments.
Are you serious?
Yeah, very. They never lay their kings down, either.
I meant, "Are you serious?"
"This is what you're thinking about right now?"
Good night, Benny.
[exciting music playing]
Good night.
[director, in French] Welcome to our international tournament.
This is a single round-robin event.
Everyone plays everyone.
There are six players and five rounds.
One round a day for five days
with one day off for adjournments.
Places in our cross table have been chosen by lot.
Colors have been chosen accordingly.
[reporter, in English] Mr. Borgov, what's it like to compete with younger players,
and how much longer do you think you'll play?
[Borgov speaking Russian]
[in English] "I feel good, as good as I felt when I was 4 years old,
and played my first game."
"Chess still…
excites me in the same way."
"I have no plans to stop playing,
and I'll…
likely die with my head on a chessboard."
[all laugh]
Miss Harmon, what do you say to those in the Chess Federation
who accuse you of being too glamorous
to be a serious chess player?
I would say that it's much easier to play chess
without the burden of an Adam's apple.
[all chuckle]
So, how are you feeling about your match with Alec Bergland?
[Beth] I'm looking forward to it.
[reporter 2] Does that mean you think you can beat him?
It means that I have to beat him.
Miss Harmon, do you feel good about rematch with Grandmaster Borgov?
[Beth] Very good.
I slept on the plane, so I arrived in Paris with no jet lag.
I'm very well rested.
At night, I stay in my room, and study Mr. Borgov's old games.
Including the one against you in Mexico City?
[in Russian] Especially that one.
[director, in French] The time control is 40 moves in two and half hours.
Any questions?
Very well.
Good luck to each of you.
May the best man,
or woman,
win.
-[button clicks] -[exciting music playing]
I'm sorry, Mademoiselle?
Excuse me. Would it be possible to have an autograph?
[button clicks]
[applauding]
Mademoiselle. [clears throat]
[in French] Tomorrow, it's you…
…against Grandmaster Borgov.
[pensive music playing]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
[woman] What, you thought you could sneak into town without me knowing?
Who is this?
And now you insult me.
-Cleo? -A very sad Cleo.
[laughs] I'm sorry. I was just…
-Where are you? -Downstairs.
-Here? -I thought you might come down
and join me for a drink.
I have a match tomorrow.
One drink, and then you go back up and resume your rigors.
It's the final.
I should probably sleep.
Of course you should.
I understand.
But maybe tomorrow night?
Well, who knows where I'll be so far in the future?
But, um, I wish you luck in your match.
Thank you.
You know, it's a lovely bar.
I think I'll go toast your success on my own.
Sweet dreams.
[receiver clatters]
-[indistinct conversations] -[man singing in French]
Hi.
So, the pretty girl has taste to go with her other gifts, huh?
You make me sick, you know.
Thank you, so do you.
Now, just one drink.
I wanna get to bed early.
Okay.
So, what will you have then, for your one drink?
Must be special if it is your only one.
What are you having?
It's called pastis.
Very Parisian, very ordinary.
Here, try it.
Tastes like licorice.
Mmm.
The anise.
I like it.
-[Beth] I could see myself living here. -[Cleo] I could see it, too.
A little pied-à-terre on the Rue des Capucines,
or the Boulevard Raspail.
In a few years, I'll be world champion.
I can live wherever I want.
It will be much sooner than that.
If I lived here…
I would go to plays, and concerts, and…
I would eat lunch in a different cafe every day. [laughs]
And I would dress the way that women do here, you know?
So smart with their nice dresses, and their perfect haircuts.
You already have so much more than they do.
And something that none of them have.
Talent.
And that can give you a life that anyone would envy.
There's nothing keeping me in Kentucky.
The possibilities are endless.
And one of those possibilities is staring at you.
No, they're looking at you.
I think not.
You are very beautiful.
-I don't see myself that way. -Then you are blind.
Do you like to fuck?
-Cleo! -What?
I make it easier for you. Did you like to fuck Benny?
Sometimes.
How romantic. [scoffs]
And have you ever been in love?
Not with Benny.
Of course not.
No woman can compete with Benny's love for himself.
So, we are still in love?
What's his name?
Townes.
To unrequited love.
And to stupid men.
Exactly.
Let's see how many lies they tell.
Excuse me?
[knocking]
Mademoiselle? Mademoiselle Harmon, vous êtes là?
[water splashing]
[panting]
-[knocking on door] -Mademoiselle, on vous attend.
Je descends tout de suite.
Okay?
[bell tolling in distance]
[door closes]
[panting]
Thank you.
[reporters clamoring in French]
I'm sorry.
[clears throat]
[chess clock ticking]
[slurps]
[dramatic violin note]
[chess clock continues ticking]
[dramatic violin note]
[slurps, gulps]
[dramatic violin continues]
[sniffles]
[speaking inaudibly]
[sniffles]
[music fading]
I resign.
[crowd applauding]
[Benny] There's a rumor you were drunk.
[Beth] I wasn't drunk.
[Benny] Or hungover, then.
[Beth] I could have been stone-cold sober.
It wouldn't have made the slightest difference.
[Benny] I don't believe that.
What time do you get in? I can come pick you up.
[Beth] I'm going back to Lexington.
I need to be alone.
[Benny] That is the opposite of what you need.
Beth, please just come to New York. We can talk it out.
-Beth? -[Beth] Thank you, Benny.
For everything.
[Benny] You shouldn't be by yourself. You know what happens.
[Beth] Maybe that's what I want.
-[Benny] What, to get drunk? -[Beth] Yeah, good and drunk.
Fucking bombed.
And maybe high, too. Why not?
-[Benny] You wouldn't if you were with me. -[Beth] I know.
[Benny] What if I said, "Go ahead, get drunk"?
Would you come then?
[Beth] Benny, I don't know what I'm doing.
Or going to do.
[melancholy music playing]
[phone rings]
[door closes]
[phone rings]
-Hello. -This is Dick Chennault.
-Um… -Your lawyer.
Oh.
I tried to get you three times yesterday, and the day before. Where you been?
In Paris.
Playing chess.
How sweet it must be.
What is it I can do for you, Mr. Chennault?
Uh, it's, uh, it's Wheatley. He doesn't wanna sign.
Sign what?
Title for the house.
Can you get over here so we can work it out?
I don't see why you would need me. You're the lawyer.
And he said he would sign whatever was necessary, so…
Oh, well, apparently, he's changed his mind.
[knocking on door]
Come in.
[Dick] Beth.
Mr. Wheatley has a proposal.
You can live here while you're looking for something permanent.
I thought I could keep the house if I made the payments.
Uh, Mr. Wheatley…
says you misconstrued him.
He, uh, claims he was just permitting you to stay in the house, uh…
until you got settled.
That's not true.
He said I could have it.
Remember?
Can't you even look at me?
-You adopted me. Can't you talk to me? -Alma.
-Alma wanted a child. -[Beth] You signed the papers.
-You took on a responsibility. -Alma wanted to adopt you, not me.
You're not entitled to everything I own,
just 'cause I signed some papers to shut her up.
Not that it worked.
You adopted me.
I didn't ask you to.
-You're my legal father. -The money in this house is mine!
No smart-assed orphan is gonna take it away from me.
Oh, I'm not an orphan. I'm your daughter.
Not in my book, you aren't.
I don't give a shit what your goddamn lawyer says.
Or what Alma said, either. That woman could not keep her mouth shut.
I thought the piano would help, it didn't.
So, here you are.
It's all so pathetic.
Did you ever hear her play?
Of course.
Yes, but did you ever really listen?
Alma was not pathetic, she was stuck. There's a difference.
She didn't know how to get out of it.
Pathetic, well…
I'm looking at pathetic.
What do you want from Beth, Mr. Wheatley?
-I want her out. I'm selling the house. -Sell it to me.
What are you talking about?
I'll buy it.
I'll pay whatever your equity is.
-No, it's worth more than that now. -How much more?
I'd need 7,000.
Your equity is less than five.
It's seven. I'll show you the receipts.
Fine.
Seven thousand.
-You have that much? -[Beth] Yes.
But I will be subtracting what I paid to bury Mother.
I'll show you the receipts.
[sighs] It's too hot in here.
Well…
good luck.
[door closes]
I'll, uh… [clears throat] …send over the paperwork in a day or so.
Um… [clears throat]
-[door opens and closes] -[sighs]
["Tut Tut Tut Tut" by Gillian Hill playing]
♪ Tut, tut, tut, tut, tut, tut, tut ♪
♪ Voilà, c'est comme ça Depuis dix heures ce matin ♪
♪ Ce n'est pas libre Ce n'est pas libre ♪
♪ Je sens la colère Qui me fait trembler les mains ♪
♪ Ce n'est pas libre Ce n'est pas libre ♪
♪ Je perds mon sang-froid En écoutant cet air-là ♪
♪ Tut, tut, tut, tut, tut, tut, tut ♪
♪ J'ai tout essayé Mais c'est pareil chaque fois ♪
♪ Ce n'est pas libre Ce n'est pas libre ♪
♪ J'ai téléphoné du petit café en bas ♪
♪ Ce n'est pas libre Ce n'est pas libre ♪
♪ Se moquant de moi Chaque fois, j'entends cet air-là ♪
♪ Tut, tut, tut, tut, tut, tut, tut ♪
♪ Pourtant j'aurais juré ♪
♪ Que ce garçon m'aimait ♪
♪ Après m'avoir embrassée ♪
♪ Il me disait Jamais je ne t'oublierai ♪
♪ Mais le téléphone Semble me dire à l'oreille ♪
♪ Il n'est pas libre Il n'est pas libre… ♪
Hi.
You want another job?
♪ Il n'est plus libre Il n'est plus libre ♪
♪ Et tu y penseras Chaque fois que tu entendras ♪
♪ Tut, tut, tut, tut, tut, tut, tut ♪
♪ Ce n'est pas libre ♪
-♪ Tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut ♪ -♪ Ce n'est pas libre ♪
-♪ Tut tut tut tut ♪ -♪ Ce n'est pas libre ♪
♪ Ce n'est pas libre ♪
-♪ Tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut ♪ -♪ Ce n'est pas libre… ♪
[door closes]
[keys clatter]
[pensive music playing]
[man] Dear Miss Harmon,
as we have been unable to reach you by telephone,
we are writing to determine your interest in the support of Christian Crusade
in your forthcoming competition in the USSR.
Christian Crusade is a nonprofit organization
dedicated to the opening of closed doors to the message of Christ.
We have found your career as a trainee of a Christian institution,
the Methuen Home, noteworthy.
We would like to help you in your forthcoming struggle,
since we share your Christian ideals and aspirations.
If you are interested in our support,
please contact our offices in Houston.
Yours in Christ, Crawford Walker.
[Benny] Take the money. They're loaded.
[Beth] They'd pay for my ticket to Russia?
More than that.
If you need to play another match before, they'll back you,
and if you ask them, they'll fly me out there with you.
Separate rooms, of course, considering their views.
Why would they pay so much?
They want us to beat Communists for Jesus.
These are the same people that paid for part of my way two years ago.
Are you, uh…
coming to New York?
I have to stay in Kentucky a bit longer.
I have a tournament in San Francisco, and I need to take care of this place now.
I'm fine, Benny, really.
How are you?
I'm managing.
[distant traffic sounds]
I miss you.
Study the game pamphlets from the last Moscow Invitational.
-I'm not even sure I'm gonna go. -Just do it, Beth.
Write the Jesus people back.
Tell them you will take all the help that they can give you.
[pieces clatter softly]
[sniffs]
[gentle piano music playing]
I will have the asparagus vinaigrette as an appetizer
while I think about my main course.
[waiter] Very well, Miss Harmon.
And would you care for a cocktail?
No, uh, Coke is fine.
Actually…
I'll have a Gibson.
On the rocks.
[waiter] Of course.
[singer] ♪ I remember springtime ♪
♪ I remember when it rained ♪
♪ I remember nighttime ♪
♪ The happiness and pain ♪
♪ I remember you ♪
♪ But I can't remember love when I do ♪
♪ When I do ♪
♪ I remember nature ♪
♪ And many other things ♪
♪ I remember Big Joe Turner ♪
♪ What he sounds like when he sings ♪
♪ I remember you ♪
♪ But I can't remember love ♪
[door closes]
[bottles clanking]
[phone rings]
Hello.
[Beltik] Beth?
Hello?
["Venus" by Shocking Blue playing]
♪ A goddess on a mountain top ♪
♪ Was burning like a silver flame ♪
-[volume increases] -♪ The summit of beauty and love ♪
♪ And Venus was her name ♪
♪ She's got it ♪
♪ Yeah, baby, she's got it ♪
♪ Well, I'm your Venus ♪
♪ I'm your fire At your desire ♪
♪ Well, I'm your Venus ♪
♪ I'm your fire At your desire ♪
[vomits]
♪ Her weapons were her crystal eyes ♪
♪ Making every man mad ♪
♪ Black as the dark night she was ♪
♪ Got what no one else had ♪
♪ Wow! ♪
♪ She's got it ♪
[bottles clanking]
♪ Yeah, baby, she's got it ♪
♪ Well, I'm your Venus ♪
-[yelling] What? -♪ I'm your fire ♪
♪ At your desire ♪
[singer vocalizing]
♪ She's got it ♪
♪ Yeah, baby, she's got it ♪
♪ Well, I'm your Venus ♪
♪ I'm your fire At your desire ♪
♪ Well, I'm your Venus ♪
♪ I'm your fire At your desire ♪
-[song stops abruptly] -[bottles clatter]
That's my girl.
[car door slams]
[loud knocking]
Beth?
Are you in there?
I've been calling.
[distantly] Are you okay?
I'm worried about you.
Beth, it's Harry.
[loud knocking]
Beth, if you're in there, please open the door.
[phone rings]
Hello.
[man] Elizabeth Harmon?
-Yeah. -This is Ed Spencer.
Okay.
I'm the local tournament director.
I'm calling about tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
The tournament.
We were wondering if you could come an hour early.
The Louisville paper is sending a photographer,
and we think WLEX will have somebody.
Could you come at nine?
Miss Harmon?
Uh, yeah, um…
I'll be there at 9:30.
Half an hour is more than enough time to take the pictures.
Shit.
Fuck.
[sighs]
Oh, shit.
[man] Beth.
Ed Spencer.
-You made it. -Yeah, hi. Um…
You wouldn't happen to have any aspirin?
-I'm sure I could find you some. -Thank you.
-N-no. -[woman] Beth Harmon?
Annette Packer.
I was your first official win. You cleaned my clock.
-The whole thing lasted about 15 minutes. -Sorry.
Oh, don't be, it's an honor.
I'm always telling people
that I was there for two of your big firsts.
I… I knew you were going places, and that meant something to me.
You know?
That it was possible…
for us.
So, are you playing here today?
[chuckles] Oh, God, no.
I haven't played in a few years now.
I'm premed, so I have exactly zero time.
[chuckles]
I, um, I-I do miss it, though.
Yeah.
I, uh, I heard you were gonna be here, so I came down for the weekend.
To thank you in person.
Anyway,
I'll see you inside.
Bye.
[whispering] Shit.
[in normal voice] Oh, thank you.
There's no smoking in here.
Right, of course. Thanks.
[Ed] Play starts in a few minutes.
[Beth] Right on!
[lighter clicking]
Goddamnit!
[car door slams]
You got a new car.
Yeah, I, uh, I wrecked the other one.
This one's more me.
Are you here to play or…
-No. -Well, what are you doing here?
I've been calling.
I even came by one time.
Did you?
Yeah.
I'm worried about you.
What on earth for? [chuckles]
I've seen you once or twice at the supermarket.
You following me?
I work there.
What?
I'm Assistant Manager, so I'm usually in the office.
You've never said hello.
Well, you didn't seem…
approachable.
You need help.
What kind of help would that be?
Help with my chess? We tried that--
-That's not what I'm talking about. -What are we talking about?
My dad drank.
He wasn't mean or anything.
He just got quiet and fell asleep in his clothes.
-Okay. -You smell just like he did.
Your eyes are just like his eyes,
-and your skin is-- -My skin?
Like I said…
I'm worried about you.
Sounds more like you're feeling sorry for me.
I didn't say that.
I'm not the one supposed to be in college, not working in a supermarket.
I'm doing both.
You know what?
Yeah, I like working there.
It's a good job, and the people are nice.
[Ed] Elizabeth!
[car door opens]
Good luck, Beth.
-[car door closes] -[engine turns over]
[car drives away]
[melancholy music playing]
[panting]
[engine stops]
[rapping on door]
[rapping continues]
-[rapping continues] -[Beth thuds]
[Beth] Ow! Damn it! Harry!
I told you to leave me alone!
Jesus fucking Christ.
Who the hell are you?
Jolene?
[theme music playing]