Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I, um… I saw your picture on the cover of Chess Review,

[pensive music playing]

And then he'd play the next day like a shark.

You have a lot in common.

[jazz music continues faintly]

[singer yells out]

♪ They're causing public scenes ♪

♪ You're using all the tricks That you used on me ♪

It's White's move.

You gonna be there?

Sometimes, it's much better to take a piece back.

Closed Sicilian.

and then he'd move in on the king so fast, his opponents would just freeze up.

[chuckles] Let's eat.

but I'm not even so sure I wanna go to Paris anymore.

What were you playing, white?

Into my apartment.

Found you a reporter, I see.

That shouldn't take too long.

So, uh, Philidor was doing blindfold exhibitions

I went to pieces with Borgov in Mexico City.

Read the games from Leningrad, 1962.

I hear it's pretty cold in Paris that time of year.

Four Soviet chess players is a lot of Soviet chess players.

-Are you trying to psych me out? -No, I don't need to do that to beat you.

I read your piece in Chess Review.

Rossolimo? Really?

[coins clinking]

Diderot wrote to him and said something like,

You know, get in shape.

["(I'm Not Your) Steppin' Stone" by The Monkees playing faintly]

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

You attack like Alekhine.

Someone more, um, mature.

This French musician, used to play chess blindfolded

♪ You're trying to make your mark In society ♪

You were too hung up on doubling my pawns.

[upbeat guitar music continues]

drinking in cafes, and talking with strangers.

-Funny. Ha. -[chuckles]