Show Synopsis: The world chess championship between Frederick Trumper from America and Anatoly Sergievsky from the Soviet Union is set to take place in the Italian town of Merano during the Cold War. Freddie is sleeping with his second, Florence Vassy, and Anatoly wonders if chess is what he really wants to be doing with his life. During the first match, Freddie barges out the arena under pressure and argues with Florence, reminding her of her missing father captured by the Soviets during the Hungarian Revolution. Florence begins to fall in love with Anatoly as he advances in the tournament. Florence leaves Freddie, who resigns from the competition, but her romance with Anatoly and his desire to defect from the Soviet Union make people doubt his loyalty to his country. A year later, the competition is held in Bangkok, Thailand, with Anatoly playing against Leonid Viigand and Freddie present as a special presenter. Anatoly's wife Svetlana is joining them for the championship, causing tension between Anatoly and Florence. Viigand is being coached by Anatoly's old second Molokov, who is plotting Anatoly's downfall by blackmailing Svetlana, manipulating Freddie, and bribing Florence with her father's potential release from prison. None of these attempts are successful, and Anatoly manages to win against Viigand. Florence asks him to go back to Svetlana, who is not fond of him at the moment, and she is told that her father may not even be alive.
Who needs a dream? Who needs ambition? Who'd be the fool In my position? Once I had dreams Now they're obsessions Hopes became needs Lovers possessions. Then they move in Oh so discreetly Slowly at first Smiling too sweetly I opened doors They walked right through them Called me their friend I hardly knew them. Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all. Running for my life and never looking back in case there's someone right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall. When the crazy wheel slows down Where will I be? Back where I started. Don't get me wrong I'm not complaining Times have been good Fast, entertaining But what's the point If I'm concealing Most of my thoughts All of my feeling. Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all. Running for my life and never looking back in case there's someone right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall. When the crazy wheel slows down Where will I be? Back where I started.