The Queen's Gambit (2020) s01e02 Episode Script

You should have seen yourself.
Up on that stool,
floating around up there,
Deardorff just hollering at you.
It felt funny.
Shit.
I bet it felt good.
What you gonna do at night?
I'm gonna stay awake as long as I can,
reading my book,
learning the Sicilian Defense.
There's 57 pages about it in the book,
with 170 lines stemming from P to QB4.
I'm gonna memorize them
and play through them all in my mind.
Poor mind.
Ladies, don't run!
No shoving!
Mr. Shaibel?
They won't let me play anymore.
I'm being punished.
Please…
can you help me?
I wish I could play more with you.
For crying out loud,
what you still doing in bed?
You're gonna miss breakfast.
Morning, cracker.
You don't wanna miss
another delicious breakfast, do you?
Been dreaming about it.
Wonder who they're here for.
Hi, Beth.
- Are you trying to piss her off?
- I had to take a shower.
Go on in, then.
Hold up.
They seem like nice people.
I'm told, Elizabeth,
that you turned 13 just last month.
Actually, I'm fift
Yes, that's right, I'm 13.
Such a wonderful age.
Elizabeth has performed well
in all of her schoolwork.
She is at the top of her class
in reading and arithmetic.
That's very impressive.
Beth is also a very strong student
in science and geography,
and has been kindly assisting
Miss Lonsdale with chapel,
for several years now.
She is the model Methuen girl.
I can see that.
I will leave you three to get acquainted.
They call you Elizabeth?
Or is it Betty?
You should go pack.
I can't find my book.
Which book we talking about?
You read like a hundred of them.
Modern Chess Openings.
Hm. Beats the shit out of me.
I left it right here.
- You didn't see it, did you?
- Watch who you go accusing.
I got no use for no book like that.
Anyway, you don't need no book.
Just say, "Yes, sir," and "Yes, ma'am,"
and you'll do all right.
Tell them you're grateful
to be in a Christian home like theirs.
Maybe they'll put a TV in your room.
Jolene?
Hm?
I'm sorry.
About what?
That you didn't get adopted.
Shit.
I make out just fine right here.
Be a good girl, Elizabeth.
Off we go!
We're so glad to have an older child.
Shall we?
Home sweet home.
Those are Rosa Bonheur prints.
Not originals, of course.
Do you like animals?
I do, I love them.
Allston is allergic
to most pet dander, though,
so I'm not allowed to
I bet you'd like to see your room.
This is the master bedroom,
where Allston and I sleep.
Over here is the bathroom,
and this is you.
You have no idea how hard it is
to find good maple furniture.
This is all mine?
Of course it's all yours.
The whole room?
The whole room.
All right.
I will let you unpack and get settled in.
Just give a holler if you need anything.
Home sweet home.
I don't understand.
I don't know exactly
what there is to understand.
- Why can't they send someone else?
- It's only for two weeks.
You've only been home for two days.
Gives you some time
to get to know your new companion.
I doubt there's much to know.
Girl doesn't seem
to have a heck of a lot to say.
Do you have to take the car?
How am I supposed
to get around without a car?
I don't know, you could rent one.
And eat up half my commissions?
You're a terrible driver anyway.
It's not that far into town.
Remember what the doctor said.
Some exercise will do you good.
It's early, dear.
You don't have to be up
for another hour yet.
Must be all the excitement
about your first day of school.
Where did Mr. Wheatley go?
Business trip.
Poor man has to travel
quite a bit these days, but…
as he likes to remind me, it…
keeps the roof over our heads.
Please stop gawking, dear,
you're making me nervous.
You're very good.
This was Grandmother June's piano.
I've played since I was younger than you.
I'd always had it in my mind
to one day play in an orchestra.
Probably still could.
Mmm. As luck would have it,
I've also always suffered
from a terrible case of stage fright,
which does not bode well
for an aspiring performer.
And then I got pregnant.
You have a child?
We did, yes.
Are you hungry?
We have a leftover casserole.
Beth, dear.
Are you sure
you don't want me to go with you?
I'm okay.
Okay.
You should have seen that coach.
Have you seen her hair and her shoes?
Don't know.
So drab.
And brown laces
with brown shoes? I mean…
Quiet, please! Let's start.
This week, we will begin to study
the binomial theorem.
Does anyone know what a binomial is?
Anyone?
Yes?
- A binomial is a mathematical
- Will you stand up, please?
A binomial is a mathematical expression
containing two terms.
X plus Y is a binomial.
Very good.
Let's turn to page 24.
Great, another fucking brain.
That's a good idea. Oh, my god.
- Is there a school chess club?
- What?
Is there a chess club here at the school?
Oh.
Um…
I don't think they have
anything like that.
But a lot of the girls
belong to social clubs.
Social clubs?
There's the Apple Pi club,
and the Sub Debs,
- and Girls Around Town.
- Apple pie? They bake pies?
No, Apple Pi.
You know, like the Greek letter.
Oh.
Are you in one of those?
You have to be invited…
to join.
You could try out for junior cheerleader.
Shit.
Hello, Mr. Wheatley.
Oh.
Hi… Beth.
You're home!
I didn't expect you for another week.
I'm only here for the night.
They, uh…
they just gave me the whole Southwest, so…
And a raise, I hope?
Don't start.
Yes, why don't you freshen up,
and I will start dinner?
I'll take a beer.
If there's any left.
Doesn't she ever change clothes?
I don't think he likes me very much.
Quite the opposite.
Adopting you was actually his idea.
He's right, though.
You could use some new clothes.
Sorry.
Aha!
They have chess sets.
We can stop on the way back down.
Oh…
Let's find you a blouse.
Well, don't you look lovely?
The shoes are a little big.
Room to grow, dear.
Room to grow.
Let's look for coats.
Mmm. Lovely.
Step over here
so I can see the fabric in the light.
Yes, this will do nicely.
Aren't we gonna look at the chess sets?
Another time, dear.
It's getting late, and I'm getting hungry.
- But
- I'll give you 40 cents a week allowance.
Save up and buy yourself a chess set.
Saving is a good lesson
for a girl to learn.
So bad!
- Do you have any books on chess?
- Chess?
Mm. I don't know for sure.
If we have anything,
it'll be on the last row.
Thank you.
There might be an old biography
on José Capablanca.
- Who?
- José Capablanca.
He was a Grandmaster.
It was quite a long time ago now.
What's a Grandmaster?
A genius player.
Okay, yeah.
I see you, Harmon.
It's those shoes.
Did you get them
at Ben Snyder's or something?
I wouldn't be caught dead
in Ben Snyder's.
- How was school?
- Fun.
Where are you going?
I'm gonna replay
some of the matches in this book.
- But you don't have a board.
- In my head.
Good mental exercise.
Well, some physical exercise
could do you good.
Will you run over to Bradley's for me,
and pick up three packs of Chesterfields?
Yes, ma'am.
I'll write you a note.
You look a bit youthful
for smoking, yourself.
Young lady!
You have to buy the magazine
or put it back.
- Can't I just
- You wanna read? Read the sign.
No, it's all the same oil,
it's just three different sizes.
If you don't use a lot,
you wanna buy that one,
because it does go bad,
but this is the best value for the money.
If you can't decide, get the middle one.
It's not rocket science.
Thank you, dear.
Well, that's the last
of the instant coffee.
I'd go shopping, but I just don't know
where all the money goes.
I've bought little more
than trifles this month,
and yet I have seven dollars left
where I should have at least 20.
Seven dollars?
- Is that enough?
- To last till the end of October?
I think not.
It'll scarcely buy
chicken necks and porridge.
- Doesn't Methuen send you a check?
- For 80 dollars.
And only for the first year.
As if the expense of keeping you
doesn't exhaust it.
I'm afraid you'll have to go
without an allowance
until Allston returns.
Which is when?
Who can say?
It seems he's been
unavoidably detained out West.
Maybe I could get a job.
A job?
I could work in a store,
or wash dishes somewhere.
Wash dishes?
I'd like to make some money.
Oh, to buy clothes with, I suspect.
To enter chess tournaments.
There's one here.
But it's five dollars
for the entrance fee.
The only girls of your age
who work are colored.
Dear Mr. Shaibel,
there's a chess tournament here
with a first prize of 100 dollars,
and a second prize of 50 dollars.
There are other prizes, too.
It costs five dollars to enter,
and I don't have that.
If you'll send me the money,
I will pay you back ten dollars
if I win any prize at all.
Beth, is that you?
I seem to have caught a cold.
Another one?
Mm. I have a proclivity for viruses, or…
they for me.
Uh… here.
I need you
to fill this prescription for me.
And while you're there…
buy yourself a Coke.
Thanks.
Be just a minute.
Here you go.
My tranquility medicine.
Dr. Talbott has decided
I need more tranquility. Much more.
- Will you get me a glass of water, dear?
- Yes, ma'am.
Why do they
only fill these bottles half full?
Excuse you, Harmon.
Fuck you, Margaret.
Beth,
this came for you.
Thank you.
Mm-hm.
Tell Alma to go easy.
She's only got three refills left.
For a trip the White House
again calls non-political…
- You're home late.
- …political-looking escort
of 17 Democratic congressmen,
and Mrs. Kennedy…
- I was out walking.
- …who was featured at the arrival…
Okay. Good night.
Good night.
…turning on the smile that hasn't been…
Oh, um…
I'm gonna be late again tomorrow.
I have something after school.
Have you joined a club?
I'm playing in that chess tournament
I told you about.
I won't argue
that broadening one's social life
is important for a girl your age.
I just wonder whether a dance class
or a girls' club
wouldn't be better for making friendships.
I hear Fairfield has pretty good ones.
When you were my age,
how did you broaden your social life?
The tournament goes until Sunday.
- Do you have a clock?
- No.
We have a clock-sharing system.
If your opponent doesn't have one,
come back, and we'll loan you one.
Play starts in 20 minutes.
What's your rating?
I don't have a rating.
- Have you played in a tournament before?
- No.
- Are you sure you wanna do this?
- I'm sure.
We don't have a women's section.
- I'll put you in beginners.
- I'm not a beginner.
Doesn't matter.
If you're an unrated player,
you go in beginners
with the people under 1600.
- What's the prize for beginners?
- Twenty.
- What about the other section?
- First prize in the Open is 100.
Is it against any rule
for me to be in the Open?
- Not exactly.
- Put me in the Open.
There are three guys in there
with ratings over 1800.
And Beltik may show up.
They will eat you alive.
"Harmon."
Are the matches played at random?
Oh, not at all.
Uh…
Uh, they arrange it by ratings
on the first round.
After that, winners play winners,
and losers, losers.
Good luck.
You, too.
Hi.
Hi.
- Annette Packer.
- Beth Harmon.
- I don't understand about chess clocks.
- Oh.
Um…
The clock faced nearest you
measures your playing time.
Each player has 90 minutes.
After you move,
you press that button on top,
and it stops your clock
and starts your opponent's.
And you see that little red flag
over the number 12 on each clock?
Yours will fall down
when the 90 minutes is up,
and if it does that…
you've lost.
And, um…
For recording your moves.
Right.
- You can start your clocks now.
- You can start my clock now.
Why do they put the girls together?
They're not supposed to…
but, if you win, they move you up.
- Oh, it's touch move.
- What's that?
Don't touch a piece
unless you're going to move it.
If you touch it,
you have to move it somewhere.
Okay.
Don't you push your button now?
Sorry.
What I do with this?
Is your match over?
Yes, I won.
That was fast.
What do I do with this?
Circle your name
and drop it in the basket.
- Who are they?
- Beltik and Cullen.
- Beltik's the State Champion.
- Which is which?
- Beltik's the younger one.
- Is he a Grandmaster?
He's working on it.
Takes time.
You have to play Grandmasters
to become one.
- How much time?
- Do you mind?
Draw?
Hell, no.
Yes!
That's check.
I know what it is.
Draw?
You got me.
I resign.
Dinner break.
Next round is at six o'clock.
Then, three more tomorrow.
Final round is Sunday, 11 a.m.
Harmon?
Keep it up, kid.
I think he knew you killed his brother.
- You're in trouble…
- Yours is in the oven.
Someone's always crowding me.
- How did you do at your thing?
- I won four games.
That's nice, good for you.
Yes, Harmon?
You said there were three people here
with a rating higher than 1800.
- That's right.
- I thought I'd be playing one of them.
Them's the breaks, Harmon.
Consider yourself lucky.
I want to play the best.
You have to get a rating
before that happens.
How do I get a rating?
You play 30 games in USCF tournaments,
then wait four months.
- That's how you get a rating.
- That's too long.
I want to play Beltik.
If you win your next three games,
and if Beltik does the same.
I will win them.
No, Harmon, you won't. You have to play
Sizemore or Goldman first.
You can't beat either of them.
Sizemore and Goldman? Shit.
Townes, the guy you're playing now,
is underrated.
He plays first board
for the university team,
and last month
he came in fifth in Las Vegas.
What's in Las Vegas?
The US Open.
Looks like we've been stalking each other.
You want to start my clock?
Sorry.
Jesus Christ, Harmon,
you're humiliating my rook.
He won't have to suffer much longer.
Damn.
How old are you?
Never mind.
- Don't answer that, it'll just depress me.
- I'm 36.
Thank you.
You really are something, you know that?
Shall we turn in our sheets?
Um… you go ahead.
I'm gonna study the board a little longer.
Wow.
Damn it!
Damn!
I just wanted to tell you
that I've never seen anything like…
Um…
Do Do you have something?
It's my first time.
Um…
Do you know how to use it?
I think so.
I'll wait, just in case.
You're, uh…
You're moving right on up, aren't you?
So far.
Sizemore's pretty tough, though.
Uh-huh.
Thank you.
I didn't…
I just thought…
Thought I was sick.
My first time, I threw up.
Well, I still do sometimes.
Actually, every time.
Well, I have to get back.
Oh, sure.
Hey, Beth.
Beat him, will you?
I'll try.
Ready?
I've started menstruating.
Bit late in the day for you, isn't it?
I'll need pads…
something.
Just go up to my room,
to the top drawer of my chiffonier,
and take what you require.
Oh, and, dear…
be a good girl and get that little bottle
of green pills by my bedside.
My tranquility needs to be refurbished.
Thank you.
Is something wrong?
Wrong?
I'm not Aristotle, but yes,
I think something
could be construed as wrong.
I've received a message from Mr. Wheatley.
What did he say?
It seems Mr. Wheatley…
has been indefinitely detained
in the Southwest.
Somewhere between Denver and Butte.
Though, Aristotle was a moral philosopher,
and I'm just a housewife.
Or I was a housewife.
Can they send me back
if you no longer have a husband?
You put it concretely.
They won't if we lie about it.
That's easy enough.
You're a good soul, Beth.
Why don't you heat up the chicken dinners
in the freezer, okay?
Set the oven at 400.
I don't know how to put these on.
Though I'm no longer a wife,
except by a legal fiction…
I believe I can learn to be a mother.
I'll show you how…
if you promise to never go near Denver.
Mama?
Close your eyes.
Sorry.
Extra cup of coffee.
Harry Beltik. What's your name?
Beth Harmon.
Be right back.
Come on, you ugly piece of trash.
You can beat that…
fucker.
- Son of a bitch.
- I think that's it.
- No, I can get out of this.
- I don't think so.
Maybe, if you'd gotten here on time.
It doesn't work.
- I don't have to use the queen.
- Move.
- I'll just cover it with the bishop and
- Move.
Do you see it now?
Or should we finish this on the board?
Son of a bitch.
"The world of Kentucky
chess was astonished this weekend
by the playing of a local girl
who triumphed over hardened players
to win the Kentucky State Championship."
"Elizabeth Harmon,
a student at Fairfield High,
showed a mastery of the game
unequaled by any female,
according to Harry Beltik,
whom Miss Harmon defeated
for the state crown."
And 100 dollars.
You won this.
I wanna open a bank account.
But you have to go with me,
because I need a parent or a guardian.
I just didn't have the faintest idea
that people made money playing chess.
There's tournaments
with bigger prizes than that.
How much bigger?
Thousands of dollars.
Goodness.
So, can we go
to the bank today after school?
Certainly.
Beth, will you come down here, please?
What's wrong?
I've been leafing
through this chess magazine.
It's very interesting.
It says here that there is
a tournament in Cincinnati,
and the first prize is 500 dollars.
The Greyhound bus
only requires two hours for the trip.
I took the liberty of calling.
What about school?
I could write a medical excuse
claiming mono.
Mono?
Mononucleosis.
It's quite the thing in your age group,
according to the Ladies Home Journal.
Where would we stay?
At the Gibson Hotel, in a double room
for 22 dollars a night.
The Greyhound tickets
would be $11.80 apiece,
plus the cost of food.
I've calculated all of it.
Even if you only won
second or third prize,
there would still be a profit.
I'll win.
I have every confidence.