[wind whistling]

[Jolene] 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.

[Beth sighs]

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.

- [girls laughing]
- [woman] Ladies, don't run!

No shoving!

[indistinct chattering and giggling]

[Beth] Mr. Shaibel?

They won't let me play anymore.

I'm being punished.

Please…

Can you help me?

[sighs]

I wish I could play more with you.

[somber music playing]

For crying out loud,

what you still doing in bed?

You're gonna miss breakfast.

[Jolene sniffles]

Morning, cracker.

[clears throat]

You don't wanna miss

another delicious breakfast, do you?

[Beth] Been dreaming about it.

[birds chirping]

Wonder who they're here for.

[girls] 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.

[door opens]

- [door closes]
- [man clears throat]

They call you Elizabeth?

Or is it Betty?

You should go pack.

[car engine turns over]

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?

[Jolene] Hm?

I'm sorry.

About what?

That you didn't get adopted.

Shit.

I make out just fine right here.

[pensive music playing]

Be a good girl, Elizabeth.

Off we go!

[sighs]

We're so glad to have an older child.

[man sniffs, clears throat]

[uplifting music playing]

Shall we?

[door closes]
Home sweet home.

[woman] 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...

- [Allston clears throat]

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.

[lock clicks]

Home sweet home.

[uplifting music continues]

[exhales]

[woman] I don't understand.

[Allston] I don't know exactly

what there is to understand.

- [woman] Why can't they send someone else?

- [Allston] It's only for two weeks.

[woman]
You've only been home for two days.

[Allston] 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.

[woman] 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.

- [car door shuts]

- [engine turns over]

[car drives away]

[melancholy music playing on piano]

[woman] 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.

[Mrs. Wheatley] Beth, dear.

Are you sure
you don't want me to go with you?

[Beth] I'm okay.

Okay.

[uplifting orchestral music playing]

[students chattering indistinctly]

[girl 1] You should have seen that coach.

Have you seen her hair and her shoes?

[girls laugh]

[girl 2] Don't know.

[girls continue indistinctly]

[girl 2] So drab.

And brown laces

with brown shoes? I mean… [scoffs]

[teacher] Quiet, please! Let's start.

This week, we will begin to study

the binomial theorem.

Does anyone know what a binomial is?

Anyone?

[student clears throat]

[teacher] 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.

[whispering] Great, another fucking brain.

[girl chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

[girl] That's a good idea. Oh, my god.

[tittering]

[tray slams]

[clears throat]

- 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.

[vacuum cleaner whirring loudly]

[Mrs. Wheatley yelps] Shit.

[footsteps ascend rapidly]

[door opens]

- [Allston sighs]
- [door closes]

[Allston clears throat]

Hello, Mr. Wheatley.

Oh.

Hi… Beth.

[Mrs. Wheatley] 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…

- [kiss]
- [Mrs. Wheatley] And a raise, I hope?

[Allston] 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.

- [bus screeches to stop]

- [doors squeak open]

[bus driver] Sorry.

[indistinct conversations]

[cheerful music playing over speakers]

[Mrs. Wheatley] Aha!

They have chess sets.

We can stop on the way back down.

[Mrs. Wheatley] Oh…

Let's find you a blouse.

Well, don't you look lovely?

[Beth] 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.

[students chatting indistinctly]

[girls titter]

[tittering]

[girls laugh tauntingly]

- [thud]
- [girls giggle]

[girl] So bad!

[items clatter in locker]

[clears throat]

- Do you have any books on chess?

- [librarian] 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.

[kissing, heavy breathing]

[girl breathing heavily]

[girl] 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.

[boy chuckles]

[door closes]

- [Mrs. Wheatley] 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. [chuckles]
[rain pattering]

[bell dings]

[door closes]

[sports announcer
speaking indistinctly on radio]

[Beth clears throat]

[pensive music playing]

[Bradley] Young lady!

You have to buy the magazine

or put it back.

- Can't I just...
- You wanna read? Read the sign.

[Bradley] 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.

[uplifting orchestral music playing]

[utensils clattering]

[Mrs. Wheatley] 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.

[Beth] 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.

[thoughtful music playing]

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.

[Alma coughing]

[Alma] Beth, is that you?

[chuckles] I seem to have caught a cold.

Another one?

Mm. I have a proclivity for viruses, or…

They for me. [chuckles]

Uh… here.

I need you
to fill this prescription for me.

And while you're there…

Buy yourself a Coke. [chuckles]

[TV playing indistinctly]

- Thanks.
- [chuckles]

[sports announcer speaks indistinctly

over radio]

Be just a minute.

[pills clattering]

[Bradley] Here you go.

[Mrs. Wheatley] My tranquility medicine.

[chuckles]

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?

[pensive music playing]

[sighs]

[fabric ripping]

[sighs]

[music intensifies]

- [thud]
- Excuse you, Harmon.

Fuck you, Margaret.

[Mrs. Wheatley] Beth,

this came for you.

Thank you.
Mm-hm.

[footsteps receding]

Tell Alma to go easy.

She's only got three refills left.

For a trip the White House

again calls non-political…

- [Alma] 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…

[Beth] 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.

[pensive music playing]

- 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.

[man] 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."

- [exciting music playing]

- [indistinct conversations]

[music slows pensively]

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.

[man] 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. [chuckles]

- 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.

- [button clicks]
- [clock ticking]

- [Annette] Oh, it's touch move.

- [Beth] 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.

[gentle orchestral music playing]

[chess clock ticking]

- [Beth] Who are they?

- [man whispering] Beltik and Cullen.

- Beltik's the State Champion.

- [in normal voice] Which is which?

- [whispering] Beltik's the younger one.

- Is he a Grandmaster?

He's working on it.

Takes time.

You have to play Grandmasters

to become one.

- [in normal voice] How much time?

- Do you mind?

Draw?

Hell, no.

Yes!

[applauding]

[pensive music playing]

That's check.

I know what it is.

[man clears throat]

Draw?

You got me.

I resign.

[water running]

Dinner break.

Next round is at six o'clock.

Then, three more tomorrow.

Final round is Sunday, 11 a.m.

[man] Harmon?

Keep it up, kid.

[man 1 on TV]
I think he knew you killed his brother.

- You're in trouble…
- Yours is in the oven.

[man 2] 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.

[snickers]

What's in Las Vegas?

The US Open.

[pensive music playing]

Looks like we've been stalking each other.

You want to start my clock?

[chuckles softly]

Sorry.

- [button clicks]
- [clock ticking]

- [chess pieces clattering]

- [chess clock button clicking]

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.

[chuckles]

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.

[groans softly]

[whispering] Damn it!

[cries out] Damn!

[bathroom door opens]

[Annette] 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.

[bathroom stall locks]

[Annette] You're, uh…

You're moving right on up, aren't you?

So far.

Sizemore's pretty tough, though.

[Beth] Uh-huh.

[lock slides open]

[water running]

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.

[Sizemore clears throat] Ready?

- [chess piece clatters]

- [chess clock ticking]

[pensive music playing]

[door closes]

[gentle music playing on piano]

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.

[muffled busy signal through phone]

Thank you.

Is something wrong?

Wrong?
[sarcastic chuckle]

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.

[sniffles]

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.

[clock ticking]

[young Beth] Mama?

[Alice] Close your eyes.

[chess clock ticking]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[man] Sorry.

Extra cup of coffee.

[slurps]

Harry Beltik. What's your name?

Beth Harmon.

[yawns]

[Beltik yawns]

- [chess pieces clatter]

- [chess clock button clicks]

[Beth] Be right back.

Come on, you ugly piece of trash.

You can beat that…

Fucker.

[sniffs, sighs]

[uneasy music playing]

[tense music playing]

- 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.

[Beth] Do you see it now?

Or should we finish this on the board?

Son of a bitch.

[onlookers applauding]

[Alma] "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.

[uplifting music playing]

[clatter]

[Alma]
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.

[closing theme music playing]