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I just don't|understand it, Bob.
I mean, I've logged|a lot of miles,
I've followed the sales textbook|by the letter.
I mean, I've applied|myself diligently.
I mean,|I try and I try
and I just cannot|get in the door.
I mean, what am I doin' wrong?|-Earl. Sit down.
Sure, you've got|a great product,
but you have to remember what|you're really selling yourself.
So it's not necessarily|what I say as how I say it?
That's right, Earl.|A good salesman can sell anything.
And I remember when|you were a good salesman
at the beginning.
But something|seems to have changed.
Now, I don't want to pry,|but is everything all right at home?
Everything's all right|with Margie, right?
Will there be anything else, gentlemen?|-Leave it.
Just leave it.|-Yes, sir. Thank you.
Thanks.|-I watched you
walking back and forth in front|of my desk in an agitated manner,
smoking a cigarette without having asked|if you could smoke in my presence--
01.:21, Mark.
Okay, listen up. Fire team|discipline in there at all times.
Keep your radios on at all times|during the entire penetration.
Check yourselves.|False I.D.s?
Jim.|-No wallets, no keys?
We rendezvous where?|The Watergate, room 214.
When? At 0300 hours.
Jawohl,|mein ''farten fuhrer.''
I swear to God, Frank,|I'm gonna make you a new asshole.
Let's get the fuck out of here.|-Years of clean living are over.
If anything goes wrong, just sit tight|You'll hear from me or Howard.
Personally,|if anything goes wrong
I'll be calling the president|of the United States.
I'm not gonna be|just a good salesman.
I'm gonna be a great salesman.|-That's the spirit.
Thanks.
And remember, Earl:|Always look 'em in the eye.
Nothing sells like sincerity.
Five men wearing|white surgical gloves, business suits
and carrying camera and electronic|surveillance equipment
were arrested early today|in the headquarters
of the Democratic|National Committee
in Washington.
They were unarmed.
Nobody knows yet why they were there|or what they were looking for.
Good evening, General Haig.
Good evening,|sir.
Judge John Sirica today
sentenced the Watergate burglars|to terms ranging up to 40 years.
The White House continues|to deny any involvement.
Presidential counsel John Dean
testified before|the Senate Watergate committee
that the scandal reaches|to the highest levels.
Presidential|aides Haldeman and Ehrlichman
were ordered|to resign today.
In a stunning announcement, White House|aide Alexander Butterfield
revealed the existence of|a secret taping system.
Vice President Agnew resigned today
after pleading no contest|to a charge of income tax evasion.
The president has fired
the Watergate special prosecutor,|Archibald Cox,
provoking the greatest constitutional|crisis in American history.
On Capitol Hill today,
eight resolutions calling for|the impeachment of the president
were referred to the judiciary committee|by the House of Representatives.
It was disclosed to Judge Sirica
that there is an|18-and-a-halfminute gap
in the June 20, 1972|taped conversation
between the president|and Bob Haldeman.
Reactions of shock and anger are coming|from all sectors of the nation.
Judge John Sirica|has ordered the president
to turn over his tapes|to special prosecutor Leon Jaworski.
The tapes contain conversations|between the president and his aides
and are believed to include discussions|of the Watergate scandal.
The White House has not yet responded|To Judge Sirica's order,
and it is not yet known|whether the president will comply.
Yeah.
These are the tapes you requested,|Mr. President.
Okay.
Cocksucker!
Nixon's never been good|with these things, Al.
I'll take care of it, sir.
Do you mind, sir?
Oh.
Sorry.|-Okay. Go on.
You know, Al,
if Hoover were alive,
these tapes would never|have gotten out.
I want the little shit back.
Mr. Hoover was a realist.|-Yeah.
Not like the others.
Dean, McCord, the rest.
We never got our side|of the story out, Al.
People have forgotten.
Such violence.
The tear gassing,|the riots,
burning the draft cards,
the black panthers.
We fixed it, Al,|and they hate me for it.
'Cause it's Nixon.
They always hated Nixon.
You're all set, sir.
Okay.|-Good night, Mr. President.
Good night, Al.
Hey, Al.
Men in your profession
give 'em a pistol|and then leave the room.
I don't have a pistol,|Al.
Oh. Goddamn it.
They did what?
Evidently to install bugs|and photograph documents.
It was a fishing expedition. It was|their fourth attempt at the D.N.C.
O'Brien doesn't even use that office.
It's possible|they were looking for evidence
of an illegal Howard Hughes|donation to the Democrats.
The Democrats could make an issue|of your Hughes money.
It was a legal contribution.
It's not clear the burglars even knew|what they were looking for.
They were headed for McGovern's office|Later that same night.
Did Mitchell know about this?|-I don't know.
Mitchell's out of his mind right now.|Martha put her head through a window.
Jesus. Through a window?
Yeah, they're taking her to Bellevue.|Maybe she'll stay this time.
Martha's an idiot. She'll do anything|to get Mitchell's attention.
If Mitchell had been minding the store|instead of that nut Martha,
we wouldn't have this kid MacGruder|running some third-rate burglary.
We feel the bigger concern|is Gordon Liddy.
Liddy? That fruitcake? What about him?|-That's just it, sir.
He is a nut.
He used to work here with the plumbers,|turns up running this Watergate caper.
Remember his plan to firebomb Brookings|using Cubans as firemen ?
What's Liddy got?|-He was using some campaign cash
that was laundered for us through|Mexico, the F.B.I.'s onto it.
We could have|a problem with that.
But that's just a campaign|finance violation.
So, if--Yeah, if Liddy|takes the rap for Watergate,
we can take care of him|and that lets us off the hook.
I don't have time for all this shit.|Just handle it, Bob.
Keep it out of the White House.|I gotta see Kissinger.
He's throwing a tantrum,|threatening to quit. Again.
What else?
Well, sir, uh,
one of the people implicated|is still on the White House payroll.
Who?|Not another goddamn Cuban.
Uh, no, sir.|A guy named Hunt.
Howard Hunt, sir.
Hunt? Howard Hunt?
Dumb bastard left his White House|phone number in his hotel room.
He works for Colson.
He used him|on the Pentagon papers.
This guy dumped his wiretapping stuff|into his White House safe.
We're trying to figure out when he|stopped being a White House consultant.
Howard Hunt is working|For the White House?
Jesus Christ.
This is goddamn Disneyland.|Since when?
Since Chappaquiddick.|He wanted dirt on Kennedy.
Colson brought him in.|-You know Hunt, sir?
Yeah, on the list|of horribles.
I know what he is and I know|what he tracks back to.
He was involved in the plumbers?|-Oh, definitely.
Colson had him break into Bremer's|apartment after Bremer shot Wallace
to plant McGovern's|campaign literature.
I had nothing to do|with that.
He was in this Ellsberg thing too?|-Yes. You approved it, sir.
I did?
It was right after|the Pentagon papers broke.
They went in to get his psychiatric|records. We were working on China.
Fuck.
Out!
What the fuck?
You're not supposed to take pictures|of me! Take pictures of the files!
Give me that fucking film!
Howard Hunt.
Jesus Christ.
You open up that scab,|you'll uncover a lot of pus.
What do you mean?
Where's Hunt now?|-He's in hiding.
He sent Liddy in|to talk to Dean.
And?|-He wants money.
Then pay him.
I told him to get out of the country.|It's crazy to start a relationship--
What the hell are you doing, John,|screwing with the C.I.A.?
I don't care how much he wants.|Just pay him.
What are we|paying him for, sir?
Silence.
But, sir, you're covered.
It's only|this Ellsberg thing,
and if that comes out,|it's national security.
I say we cut ourselves loose from these|clowns, and that's all there is to it.
No, it's more than that.|I want Hunt paid.
We've never done that before, sir.|How do we do it?
We should set up a Cuban defence fund|on this and take care of all of 'em.
Should we talk to Trini about paying?|-No, keep Trini out of this.
And for God's sake,|keep Colson out.
It's time to baptize|Our young counsel here, Mr. Dean.
That means John can never talk about it.|Attorney-client privilege.
So get to it.|-Uh-huh.
John, you stay close to this, okay?|-Don't worry, sir.
Good.
Okay.
Did I approve|the Ellsberg thing? Huh?
You know, I'm glad we tape|all these conversations, but
I never approved the break-in|At the Ellsbergs'.
Oh, maybe I approved it|After the fact.
Someday we gotta start|transcribing these tapes.
You approved that before the fact|because I went over it with you. But I--
But no one's gonna see these tapes.|-That's right.
And it's really more of|a problem for Ehrlichman.
He's the one who fixed Hunt up|with the phony C.I.A. I.D.s.
But what else does Hunt|have on us?
We gotta turn off|the F.B.I., Bob.
You go to the C.I.A. and tell Helms|that Hunt is blackmailing the president.
Tell him Hunt and his Cuban friends|Know too damn much,
and if he goes public--|if Hunt goes public--
it will be a fiasco|for the C.I.A.
He'll know what I'm talking about.|-All right.
Play it tough. That's the way they play|it, and the way we're gonna play it.
Don't lie to Helms and say|there's no involvement.
Just say this is a comedy of errors--|bizarre--without getting into it.
And, uh--
Say the president believes it's gonna|open up the whole Bay of Pigs again.
And tell Helms he should call|the F.B.I., call Pat Gray
and say that we wish,|for the sake of the country,
that, uh, don't go any further|into this hanky-panky, period.
Bay of Pigs?
That was Kennedy's screw-up.|Why would that threaten us?
Just do what I say, Bob.
The only problem with that, sir--
It does get us into|obstruction of justice.
It's got nothing to do with justice,|Bob. It's national security.
How is this national security?
The president says it is.
Now, this isn't|a moral issue, Bob.
My job is to protect this country|from its enemies,
and its enemies are|inside the walls.
We gotta keep|our enemies at bay
or our whole program|goes down the tubes.
Uh, Vietnam, China,|the Soviet Union.
When you look at|the big picture, Bob,
damn.|-We end up doing good in this world.
So let's not screw it up|with a shit-ass, third-rate burglary.
What should I tell|Ziegler to tell the press?
Tell 'em what we always tell 'em.|Anything but the goddamn truth.
Fuck!
Say the president believes it's gonna|open up the whole Bay of Pigs again.
Put me in this position--|-Bay of Pigs?
Expose me like this.|-Why would that threaten us?
Why don't they|Just fucking shoot me?
In the election of 1860,
Abraham Lincoln said the question|was whether this nation could exist
half-slave or half-free.
In the election of 1960|and with the world around us,
the question is whether the world|will exist half-slave or half-free.
And I think,|in the final analysis,
it depends upon what we do|here in the United States.
It's time America started moving again.
Mr. Nixon?
When it comes|to experience,
through the years I have sat|on the National Security Council;
I have been in the cabinet; I have met|with the legislative leaders--
Relax, everybody,|relax.
I've had discussions with|35 presidents, 9 prime ministers,
two emperors|and the Shah of Iran.
Jesus Christ. Has he told them|How many push-ups he can do yet?
Let's take|hydroelectric power.
What the hell happened to him?|-He just got out of the hospital.
He hasn't taken one hour off|during this campaign, thanks to you.
When we consider|the line up of the world,
we find there are|590 million people on our side,
800 million people|on the Communist side--
Shoulda slapped makeup on him.|-It's not a beauty contest.
We'd better hope not.|-And 600 million people are neutral.
What are you doing to him, Murray?|Look at him. He's not well.
He doesn't have to debate Kennedy.|-The odds are 5-3 against us.
When it comes to politics--|-He can win without doing this.
Senator Kennedy,|you have one minute for a rebuttal.
Castro is only the beginning of our|difficulties throughout Latin America.
Oh, shit, he's gonna do it.|Here it comes.
We have seen Cuba|go to the Communists.
Eight jet minutes|from the coast of Florida.
We must at tempt to strengthen the|democratic anti-Castro forces in exile.
These fighters have had virtually|no support from our government.
Son of a bitch!|-What? What?
Kennedy was briefed|Last week by the C.I.A.
He's using it against us.|He wellshed on the deal.
If we had provided aid, we might never|have had Castro. Why didn't we?
Mr. Nixon?
Man, he's treading water.|-All right, come on.
He violated national security, Dick.|Attack the bastard.
the Constitution of the|United States, so help me God.
Mr. Nixon.
Yeah. Uh--
Uh, I think--
I think that's|the sort of, uh,
very dangerous|and irresponsible suggestion--
It's over. More coffee?
Helping the Cuban exiles|who oppose Castro would, uh,
not only be a violation|of international law,
it would be an open invitation|for Mr. Khrushchev--
It's still very close.
Uh, Senator Kennedy's lead
is about, uh, 700, 000.
Think maybe Daley|stuffed the ballot boxes himself?.
In Texas, they had|the goddamn cattle voting.
The closest race in history, Dick,|and he stole it. Son of a bitch.
He outspent us and he still cheated.|A guy who's got every thing.
I can't believe it.
We came to Congress|together.
We were like brothers,|for Christ's sake.
It all figures. It's an obvious fraud.|-We ask for a recount.
Don't be ridiculous.
Nobody has ever contested|a presidential election before.
Who's gonna do the counting?|The Democrats control Texas, Illinois.
We shift 25, 000 votes|in two states.
And how long will that take?|Six months, a year?
Meanwhile, what happens|to the country, Herb?
If I'd called his shot, I'd have won.|-That's what I say.
Made me look soft.
''I feel very sorry for Nixon|-No.
''because he does not know|who he is.
A teach stop he has to decide which|Nixon he's going to be at the moment,
which must be very exhausting. ''|Jack Kennedy.
It's a disgrace.|-Nixon is a shifty-eyed goddamn liar.
''If he had to stick to the truth,|he'd have very little to say.
If you vote for Nixon, then you|oughta go to hell. ''Harry S. Truman.
That's what killed us, Dick.|Not Cuba.
It's the personality problem. You gonna|let the Democrats get away with this?
Goes to Harvard.
His father hands him everything|on a silver platter.
All my life they've been|sticking it to me.
Not the right clothes, not|the right schools, not the right family.
And then he steals from me.
He says I have no class,|and they love him for it.
You're only 47.
If you contest this election,|you'll be finished.
You got ta swallow this one.
They stole it|fair and square.
We'll get 'em next time,|Dick.
We'll get'em|Next time.
What makes you think there's|gonna be a next time, Murray?
Because if he's not|this Nixon,
he's nobody.
Good morning, sir.|-Hi.
Hi.
Hi.
We lost.
I know.
I hate to lose.
It makes us|human.
It's not fair,|Buddy.
I can take|the insults.
I can take|the name-calling.
But I can't take|the losing.
I hate it.
We don't have to put ourselves|through this again, Dick.
We worked for it.|We earned it.
It's ours.
It is.|We know that.
And it's enough|That we know.
Just think|Of the girls.
They're still young.
We never see them.
I lost my parents|when I was young.
I don't want them|to lose theirs.
Maybe I should|Get out of the game.
What do you think,|Buddy?
And go back to|being a lawyer.
End up with something solid,|some money at the end of the line.
You know, I, uh,
keep thinking of|my old man tonight.
He was a failure too.
You're not a failure,|Dick.
You know how much money he had|in the bank when he died?
Nothing.
He was so damned honest.
But I miss him.
I miss him|a hell of a lot.
Dad! Dad!|-I got the beets for him.
Dad.|-Is she in there?
Come on, give me a chance.|-I don't have time for you right now.
I got work|to do.
How is thy son?|-Very well, thank you.
What'd he say?
He said, In life,|there's no free ride.
What'd you say?|-I didn't need a ride, I need a suit.
Oh, no. Harold.
He doesn't respond well|to humor.
Maybe Mother can help|straighten it out.
I'd rather get a whippin' than|listen to another of her talks.
Relax, Dick.
Donald, finish thy sweeping|then pick out the bad apples.
Yes, Mother.
I'm working.
Richard, come with me,|would thee?
Wh-Why me?
Ooh.
Because Harold hast father's|will is no reason to admire him.
Let Harold's worldliness be a warning|to thee, not an example.
Yes, Mother.
Harold may have lost touch|with his bible,
but thee must never lapse.
Now, give it to me.
Do not tell a lie,|Richard.
The corn silk cigarette Harold gave|thee behind the store this morning.
I don't have them.|Mother, I--
I promise|I didn't smoke.
I see.
Well, then, Richard, we have|nothing more to talk about, do we?
Please! Please.
Mother, I'm sorry.|It was--
It was just one time.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
Thy father will have to|know of thy lying.
No, please, don't--|don't--don't tell him.
I'll never do it again.|I promise. Please.
Richard, I expected|more from thee.
Please, Mama.
I shall never|Let thee down again.
Then this shall be|our little secret.
Remember,|I see into thy soul.
Thee may fool the world,
even thy father,
but not me, Richard.
Never me.
Mother,
think of me always|as thy faithful dog.
Thank you.|-We'll be in the next room.
Richard.
Is it my turn?
O heavenly Father,|we humbly thank you--
I'll do it. There's a couple|Of things I wanna say.
Could thee at least remove|thy apron, Frank?
This blood|pays the bills, Hannah.
I'm not ashamed of|how I earn my money.
Heavenly Father,
you told Adam in the garden,|after that business with the snake,
that man would have to earn his way|by the sweat of his face.
Well, as far|as I can tell, Father,
what was true in Eden is true|in Whittier, California.
So we ask you now to remind certain|Of our young people
the only way to get a new suit to go to|the promenade with Margaret O'Herlihy--
who happens to be|a Catholic, by the way--
is to work for it.
Amen.|-Amen.
Amen.|-Amen.
Are we gonna pray now,|Daddy?
Don't be silly.
You think|this is funny?
Maybe a trip to the woods hed'll|straighten you out.
Pretty soon you boys are gonna|have to get out there and scratch.
'Cause you're not gonna get anywhere on|your good looks-just ask those fellas.
Charity's only|gonna get you so far,
even with saints|like your mother around.
Struggle's what gives life meaning.|Not victory, struggle.
When you quit struggling,|they've beaten you.
And then you end up in the street|with your hand out.
My mother was a saint,
but my old man|struggled his whole life.
They could call him|a little man, a poor man,
but they never beat him.
I always tried|to remember that
when things|didn't go my way.
Let's really get fired up now!|-Get on your stand, Nixon!
28! 44!
Come on, get in there!
What's Nixon doing here?|-He thinks he can make it.
Four years of being|a tackling dummy. Poor guy.
Let's go, Nixon!
Hike!
Worst athlete I've ever seen.
But|he's got guts.
Okay, let's go!|Let's do it!
In California's gubernatorial race,
Richard Nixon has returned|to the political arena
in what is shaping up to be|a long and acrimonious bid
against popular incumbent|Edmund G. Brown.
Brown's campaign has benefited greatly|from the support of President Kennedy,
while Nixon has had trouble|convincing voters
this is not another run|for the presidency.
With only a few precincts|left unreported,
all indications are of|another defeat for Nixon,
who lost the presidency just two|years ago by a paper-thin margin.
It seems his brief political|comeback--
You making a statement?
Thank you, Fidel Castro.
You're not going to blame Castro.|-I sure am!
Goddamn missile crisis united|the whole country behind Kennedy.
And he was supporting Brown.|People were scared, that's why.
I suppose Castro staged the|whole thing just to beat you.
Buddy, before you join the jubilation|of my being beaten again, remember:
people vote not out of love|but fear.
They don't teach that at Sunday school|Or the Whittier Community Playhouse.
I'll go check with our people.
I'm glad they don't,|Dick,
because life is tough|and it is unfair,
and sometimes you forget that|in your self-pity.
Happy days are here again|-You forget sometimes, Dick,
that I had a life before you,|before California--
Let us sing a song|Of cheer again--
Cocksucker!
Don't you want to listen to|Gov. Brown's victory speech?
Nope. Not going to listen to|any more speeches ever again.
Amen to that.
It's over, Dick.|-I'll concede in the morning.
Not that.
Buddy?
I have always|stood by you.
I campaigned for you|when I was pregnant.
During Checkers, when Ike|wanted you out, I told you to fight.
This is different,|Dick.
You've changed.
You've grown more bitter,|like you're at war with the world.
You weren't that way|before.
I'm 50 years old now,|Dick.
How many millions of miles|have I traveled?
How many millions of peoples' hands|have I shaked that I just don't like?
How many thank-you notes|have I written?
It's as if I, I don't know,|Just went to sleep a long time ago
and missed|the years between.
I've had enough.
What are you saying?|What are you talking about?
I want a divorce.
My God. Divorce?
What about the girls?
The girls'll grow up.
They only know you|from television anyway.
It'll ruin us,|Our family.
You're ruining us. If we stay with you,|you'll take us down with you.
This isn't political, Dick.|This is our life.
Everything's political,|I'm political, you're political.
No, I'm not.|I'm finished.
Well, this is just|What they want, Buddy.
Don't you see?
They want to drive us apart,|to beat us.
We can't let them|do it.
We've been through|too much together, Buddy.
We belong together.
That's what you said|the first time we met.
You didn't even know me.
Oh, yes, I did.
I asked you to marry me,|didn't I?
On our first date.
I said it|because I knew--
I knew|you were the one.
So solid.
So strong.
So beautiful.|-I'm Pat Ryan.
Uh,
Richard Nixon.|-Pleasure to meet you.
Pleasure to meet you.
Are you happy I called?|-In a way, yes.
Don't tell me you've been|cutting my part.
Of course, honey, you know I would|never deceive you. Don't you?
You were the most beautiful|thing I'd ever seen.
I don't want to lose you.
Ever.
Dick, don't.
You really want me|to quit?
We can be happy.
We really can.
The girls and I|love you, Dick.
And if I stop
there'll be|no more talk of divorce?
I'll do it.
No more.
Are you serious ?
Yeah. I'm out.
Is that the truth?
I'll never run again.
I promise.
Yeah.
I love you, Buddy.
I love you.
I love you.
Where are they?
Dick, you don't have to make a|statement. Herb covered 'em for you.
No!
Gentlemen, Mr. Nixon|is a man who is graceful in defeat,
and if he was|here with us--
Can I have|some quiet, please?
Give the--|just a second!
Can I have some quiet,|please? Quiet!
Thank you!
Mr. Nixon!
I believe Governor Brown has a heart,
even though he believes|I do not.
Uh, I believe|he's a good American,
even though he feels|I am not.
I'm proud of the fact that I defended|my opponent's patriotism.
Uh, you gentlemen didn't report it,|but I'm proud that I did that.
And I would appreciate it, for once,|if you would just print what I say.
Uh, for 16 years,
uh, ever since the Hiss case,|you've had a lot of fun.
A lot of fun.
But recognize you have|a responsibility,
if you're against the candidate,|to give him the shaft.
But if you do that, at least put one|lonely reporter on the campaign
who will report|what the candidate says now and then.
Uh, I think,
all in all, I've given|as good as I've taken.
But as I leave you, I w--|I want you to know--
Just think what you're|gonna be missing.
Uh, you won't have Nixon|to kick around anymore.
Kick around anymore.
Because, gentlemen,|this is my last press conference.
Thank you and good day.|-Mr. Nixon!
Is this the end of politics for you?
Here in California
we can officially write the political|obituary of Richard Milhouse Nixon.
As mall town lawyer like Lincoln,|Nixon became a representative at 33
and a senator at 35
as part of the post war Republican sweep|of the congressional elections
that attacked F.D.R.'s|big-government new deal.
Running as|a South Pacific veteran,
victories over Congressman Jerry Voorhis|and Senator Helen Gahagan Douglas
made it clear that,|to Nixon, politics was war.
He didn't have opponents,|he had enemies.
Why, she's pink, right down|to her underwear!
Nixon became one of|the leading lights
on the notorious House Un-American|Activities Committee,
questioning labor leaders, Spanish Civil|War veterans, Hollywood celebrities.
If I had my way, they'd all|be sent back to Russia.
But it was the Alger Hiss case|that made Nixon a household name.
One of the architects|Of the United Nations,
intimate of F.D.R.|and Oliver Wendell Holmes,
Alger Hiss was|a State Department diplomat
accused by freelance journalist|Whittaker Chambers
of passing secret documents|to the Soviet Union.
Hiss is lying.|-Hiss claimed he was being set up
by Nixon and J. Edgar Hoover to|discredit the new deal's policies.
I am not, and never have been,|a member of the Communist party.
The case came down|to an Underwood typewriter
and a roll of film|hidden in a pumpkin patch.
I asked Hiss if he'd known Chambers.
When he said no,|I knew he was lying; I knew I had him.
After two trials, Hiss was convicted|not of spying but of per jury.
To some, Nixon was a hero|and a patriot.
But to many, he was|a shameless self-promoter.
Eleanor Roosevelt|angrily condemned him.
Nixon continued to tear into Truman,|Acheson and the Democratic party
for losing mainland China|in 1949
and blamed the Korean War|on a weak foreign policy.
I promise to expose and|to continue to expose
the people that have sold|this country down the river!
His speeches, if more subtle than those|Of his Republican all Joe McCarthy,
were just as aggressive.
The direct result of Truman's decision|is that China has gone Communist!
Mao is a monster!|Why?
Who in the State Department|is watching over American interests?
Who has given the Russians|the atomic bomb?
The Soviet Union is an example of a|slave state in the ultimate development.
Driven by demons that seemed|more personal than political,
Nixon became Eisenhower's|vice presidential candidate in 1952.
Then came the Checkers crisis. Nixon was|accused of hiding a secret slush fund.
About to be kicked off the ticket,|he went live on national television
in an unprecedented|appearance.
I'm going to give to this television|audience a complete financial history.
Everything I've earned, spent,|-The list included their house,
their Oldsmobile, Pat's cloth coat.|-everything I own.
And lastly, in what was|to become history,
a sentimental gift|from a Texas businessman.
You know what it was?|It was a little cocker spaniel dog
in a crate that he'd sent all the way|from Texas--black and white, spotted.
And our little girl Tricia,|the six-year-old, named it Checkers.
58 million people saw it.|-And like all kids, they love the dog.
It was shameless it was manipulative|-I just wanna say right now,
regardless of what they say about him,|we're gonna keep him.
It was a huge success.
He stayed on the national scene,
serving two terms as vice president|under Eisenhower.
Against Khrushchev|at the Kitchen Debate in Moscow
and stoned by Latin mobs|in Venezuela,
Nixon once again became|a national hero.
But it all came to a crashing end|against Kennedy in 1960
and Pat Brown|in California in '62.
And thus ends a great|American political story.
The truth is, we never knew who|Richard Nixon really was,
and now that he is gone|we never will.
Poor little Tricia.|-Her daddy couldn't get a job
in this city|when he got out of Duke.
Every white-shoe lawyer firm turned|me down. Didn't have the right look.
I couldn't even get into the F.B.I.|-Hi! How are ya?
Did you catch that picture of you|in the news last week, Dick?
You were standin' on Fifth Avenue.|-Oh, yeah.
You were lookin'|Straight ahead
and everyone else was lookin' the other|way, like you just farted or somethin'.
It said-It said,
Who remembers|Dick Nixon?
Unbelievable.|I was screamin'.
Yeah, that was hilarious,|Martha.
They were were waiting|For the light to change.
Typical of the press,|They wouldn't correct it--
We oughta catch Rocky|before he leaves.
I'm sure it's just|a run of bad luck, Mr. Nixon.
He can walk this direction, can't he?|-I don't know.
I've read some nice things about you.|-Maybe where you come from.
But where I come from, Dick Nixon is|as misunderstood as a fox in a henhouse.
And do you know why?
Because, my darlin', they all think|that your smile and your face
are never in the same place|at the same time.
You and me, we're gonna have to|work on that, sweetie.
Someone freshen Martha's drink.|She's down a quart.
Well, zip-a-dee-doo-dah!
I think he is frightened by my charm.|-I know I am.
Pat can't stand her.|-It's a thing she does.
She talks at night.
Talks all day too. How the hell|can you put up with her, John?
Well, I'm in love with her.|And she's great in bed.
If a Rockefeller can't become|president of the United States,
then what is|the point of democracy?
The point|Of democracy is
that even the son of a grocer|can become president.
And you came damn close, Dick.|How are you? Hi, John.
New York treating you all right? I'm|sorry I haven't been able to see you.
You're looking happy, Rocky.|-Happy. Happy, Dick Nixon.
You remember him.|-Nice to see you again.
You're obviously making him happy.|-Repartee, Dick! Marvelous!
What you predicting?
Your boy Goldwater|gonna split the party?
Some say you are, Rocky.|-Let me tell you something.
Every time the Republican party is a|home to extremism, we lose the election.
You oughta know better than anybody.|-Yeah.
This guy Goldwater|is as stupid as McCarthy.
And McCarthy never did you any good|in the long run, now, did he?
That's right.
I hate these|cocktail parties.
John, I'm in hell.
I'll be mentally dead in two years|and physically dead in four.
Make some money, Dick.
Prove yourself|to the Wall Street crowd.
Let Goldwater and Rockefeller|take the fall against Kennedy.
I don't know. I miss|making love to the people.
I miss|entering a room.
I miss the|pure acting of it, John.
I gotta get back|in the arena.
Ladies and gentlemen,|it's show time!
Right this way, ladies and gentlemen.
It's for you, it's for me.|It's Studebaker for 1963.
Amen. Bless you|for being here.
There's a man that loves Studebakers.|-Can I get your autograph?
The ex-vice president|-Mr. Nixon, please run again!
Of the United States,|Richard M. Nixon!
You throw|a hell of a party, Jack.
The party ain't even|started yet.
I've asked these gals out to the ranch|for a little private thing.
We're gonna have some fun,|I guarantee ya.
And there's some fellas|I'd really like you to meet.
Trini and I got an early plane. We're|hoping to be back in New York for--
These guys are real interesting.|And quiet too. The girls are too.
It's not often us Texans|Get an opportunity
to entertain the future president|of the United States.
Like you said, Jack,|I'm just a New York lawyer.
We'll see about that.|-Mr. Nixon, are you gonna run again?
I don't know about that.|-He will! I guarantee it!
Buy me a convertible?
I'll buy you|a diamond ring.
Hello, baby.|-Hey, wait, wait, wait.
This is Julie there.
And that's Tricia.|-Oh, yeah.
She reminds me a bit of you, Sandy.|-She really is wholesome.
But, um, what about you?|What do you like?
Well, I like music.|-I like jazz.
Jazz, yeah.|Guy Lombardo.
How about rock'n'roll? Elvis Presley?|-Yeah, he's good.
Yeah. Decent guy.
Well, I guess for me|It also, um, depends on
what I'm doin'|to the music, Dick.
Yeah.
So, uh, what's it like|bein' so famous and all?
A vice president!
Well, it's, uh,|not like that, Sandy.
You see, the reason I got into politics|in the first place was,
well, uh, to do something|for the people.
So, how are|you two doing?
You know, Dick, there's more|privacy in the back of the--
No, Trini,|we're fine here.
Okay.
Hell, Kennedy just pissed Cuba away|to the Russians. Just pissed it away!
And he doesn't know what the hell|he's doin'in Vietnam.
These are dangerous times, Dick,|especially for business.
Agreed.|-We know what you tried to do for Cuba.
If you had been elected in '60,|Castro would be dead now.
Gentlemen, I tried.|I told Kennedy to go into Cuba.
He heard me and|he made his decision.
I appreciate your sentiments. I've heard|them from many fine Cuban patriots.
But it's nothing I can|do anything about.
It's a long drive to Dallas, and Trini|and I have a plane to catch tomorrow.
So--|-Dick, these boys want you to run.
Absolutely.|-That's right.
Now, they're serious. They can deliver|the South and put Texas in your column.
Only if Kennedy dumps Johnson.|That'll never happen.
I don't think you know how much people|hate Kennedy down here.
He's comin'to town tomorrow, and they|will run his ass outta town on a rail!
Damn right.|-That we will.
We are willing to give you a shit|pot full of money to get rid of him.
More than you|ever dreamed of.
Nobody's gonna beat Kennedy in '64|with all the money in the world.
Suppose Kennedy|don't run in '64.
Not a chance.
Yeah.
Well, gentlemen, I promised my wife|I, uh--I'm out of politics.
You just came down here for the weather.|Is that right, Mr. Nixon?
I came down here to close|a deal for Studebaker.
What about '68, Dick?
Five years, Trini.
In politics,|that's an eternity.
Dick.
Your country|needs you.
Unfortunately the country's|Not available right now.
President Kennedy's due in|from Fort Worth in about an hour.
Kennedy is due in.|-Yeah, I know.
Come on!
Let's go through here. Excuse us.|-Excuse me. Coming through.
Excuse us.|-Thank you.
Please step away from the gate there.|-Sorry.
Go find the pilot.|Let's get out of here.
Look, Edgar, these, uh--|these guys were really strange.
I mean, you know,|extremists.
Strange?|-Right-wing stuff.
Birchers?|-Birchers, yeah.
This thing's pretty straight, Dick.|-In Dallas, Lee Harvey Oswald--
Oswald's got|a Cuba connection?
To Castro?|-maximum security facility.
He's a Communist. That makes sense.
Okay, well,|thank you, Edgar.
Senator Ted Kennedy,|arriving early this morning
with his mother|and sister, Eunice.
Hoover says this Oswald|checks out as a--
a beatnik, a real bum.
Dick, you should|call Bobby.
Ah, he doesn't want me|At the funeral.
You don't have to go.|-DeGaulle's gonna be there.
McMillan. Adenauer.
We go now to the rotunda--
Nixon can't not|be there.
Then call him.|I'm sure it was an oversight.
Thousands, of mourners|-Yeah.
will pay their respects|-Jesus.
to their fallen leader.
It's awful. It's an awful thing|For this country.
Dick.
Huh?|No, it's his way, uh--
He hates me.
He and Teddy.
They always hated me.
They lost their brother.|You know what that means, Dick.
relaxed with his family|in Hyannis Port.
These are perhaps the last images|of him alive with his family.
Please make it stop!
Hold him tighter.
Hold him tighter.
Hold him tighter.
Daddy, please!|Make it stop!
Hold him tighter.
The infection's|spread to his spine.
Come on!
Stop it!
Get off!
You're it!
No. No, don't!
If I'd been president,|they never would've killed me.
Vice President Johnson,|shown here being sworn in--
Dick, are you gonna call? Bobby.|-Hmm?
has taken the reins of power|in a smooth transition.
I'll go through Johnson.
We'll be invited.
This is a sad time for all people.
I ask for your help.
and are|going to see Vietnam through
to an honorable peace
to defend|an honored cause,
whatever the price,|whatever the burden,
whatever the sacrifice
that duty|may require.
Accordingly,
I shall not seek
and I will not accept
the nomination of my party|for another term as your president.
Good night,|and God bless all of you.
Johnson's withdrawal|resurrects Richard Nixon
as a strong Republican candidate|with a secret plan to end the war.
His mother, Hannah Nixon,|just before her death last year,
commented on|her son's chances.
Mrs. Nixon, do you think your son|will ever return to politics?
I-I don't think|he has a choice.
He has always|been a leader.
Do you think he'd make|a great president, Mrs. Nixon?
If he's on God's side,|yes.
You must be very proud|Of your son.
I have always been proud|of all of my children.
Of course,|no one can see into the future.
We didn't know|this day would come.
Where'd he go?|-In the side door.
Is that Mitchell?|-Shit!
I thought that guy|was gonna kiss your hand.
Congratulations, sir.|-Yeah, thanks.
Jesus, Dick!|I've never seen anything like it.
Even the goddamn Times|is saying you've got it.
Vietnam's gonna put|you in there, Chief.
We got the press this time.|-We got the big mo. We're back.
So you've decided.
Were you planning|to tell me?
We haven't announced|anything yet, but--
Jesus, uh--|Pat.
Uh, wait in the living room,|Will you, fellas? What is it, John?
You need her, Dick. In '60,|she was worth five, six million votes.
Yeah. Don't worry.|I'll use the old Nixon charm.
In there. Okay?
Who could resist that?
Buddy?
You should be going.|Primaries are soon, aren't they?
New Hampshire.|-I love you, Buddy. I need you.
I don't want them|to love me.
But I need you|Out there.
It won't be|like the last time.
The war's crippled|the Democrats.
I can win.|We deserve it.
It's ours, Buddy,|at last.
Nobody knows that|Better than you.
Frank Nixon's boy.
Do you remember|what Mom said?
We're not like other people.|We--We don't choose our way.
We can really|change things, Buddy.
We got a chance to get it right.|We can change America.
It was our dream, Buddy,|together, always.
Do you really want this, Dick?|-Yeah. This, above all.
And then you'll be happy?|-Yeah, you know I will.
Yes! I will.|Yeah.
Then I'll be there|For you.
And we are gonna win this time.|I can feel it.
Yeah!
You're the strongest woman|I ever met, Buddy.
Can I just ask for one thing?|-Anything.
Would you kiss me?|-Yeah!
I'm a new person.|Hey!
My thanks to all of you. And now it's|on to Chicago, and let's win there.
Thank you very much.
I would never question,|uh, Senator Kennedy's patriotism.
But promising peace at any price|-Right there.
is, uh, exactly what|the North Vietnamese want to hear.
Cue the crowd.
Go to this|bald guy. Yeah, he's great, isn't he?
I, unlike Senator Kennedy,
have a plan|to end the war immediately.
But not for|peace at any price,
but peace with honor.
What do you think this plan is, Edgar?|A nuclear attack?
He's lying, Clyde.|Always has.
That's why Nixon's|always been useful.
Gracias, amigo.|-De nada, senor.
Hold still.
Okay, who's next?|-The Negro.
No, we gotta have a Negro.|This guy right here.
Negro, front row.
Mr. Nixon, sir.|-Yeah.
We-We all know that you|have built your career
on smearing people|as Communists.
And now you are building your campaign|on the divisions in this country,
stirring up hatred and turning people|against each other.
What the fuck's he doing?|He's making a speech!
Cut him off.|-I can't. This isn't Russia.
He sounds like a negro.|He's saying all these negro things!
What's he doing?|-He sounded white when we screened him.
He doesn't sound white now.|He sounds like Angela Davis.
When are you going to tell us|What you really stand for?
Put on a commercial.|-There are no commercials.
Go to commercial!|-You bought the whole half hour, baby.
Are you going to take off that mask|-Shit!
and show us who you really are?
Shut up and sit down!|-Okay. Okay.
It's a high hard one, Chief.|-Okay, okay.
Park it.|-There are divisions in this country--
That's because you created them.|-I did not create them.
The Democrats did.|If it's dialogue you want,
you're more likely to get it from me|than from people burning down cities.
Dr. King said the same thing.|-Oh, please.
Do you know, young man,|who a great hero is? Abraham Lincoln.
Abraham Lincoln.|-Lincoln. Is he beautiful, huh?
He believed in common ground.|He brought this country together.
I love that man. I love him.
I want the son of a bitch who|Got that agitator to be fired!
I have another question.|-There's a little girl sitting here.
A little girl sitting with a sign.|-Bag the spook.
Can you see the little girl?|-Okay.
There are three simple words.:|''Bring us together. ''
That is what I want, and that is what|the great majority of Americans want.
And that is why|I want to be president.
To bring us together.
Give me a break, Mary.|-Now, you all know me. I'm one of you.
I grew up here,|a stone's throw from here,
on a little lemon ranch|in Yorba Linda.
It was the poorest lemon ranch|in California, I can tell you that.
The poorest lemon ranch in California,|I can assure you of that.
My dad sold it before|they found oil on it.
My dad sold it before|they found oil on it.
But it was all we had.|-But it was all we had.
My dad built the farm.|-Huh. You're new here.
What's your name?|-Joaquin, Mr. Hoover.
Oh.
My father sacrificed|everything he had
so that his sons|could go to college.
A gentle Quaker mother quietly wept|-Oh, Christ.
When he went to war.|-Turn this crap off, Clyde.
It's giving me a headache.
You may go, Joaquin.
I want to see him,|Clyde.
Edgar, he works|in the kitchen.
Not the boy, you idiot.|Nixon.
You hear what he said in Oregon
about me having|too much power?
It's between Nixon and a Kennedy again.|Who do you want?
Kennedy?
Never.
He'll fry in hell|For what he did to me.
But Nixon don't know that.
Which is why I'm gonna have to|remind him that he needs us
a hell of a lot more|than we need him.
And they're off!!
Your boy's|on the way up.
You know, I met this guy|years ago in Havana. You know that.
Come on!
He's folding, Johnny.
Now, now, now.|You just wait a second now.
Olly's boy on the inside!
And a tragedy!
A bit extreme, isn't it?
It's the drama.|Look, the crowd loves this shit.
Hey, there's Randolph Scott|Over there. Look at that.
Cash these for me,|would you, Johnny?
Easy! Easy, easy!
It's a two-dollar bet, Edgar.|You got thousands coming on this.
I mean, what the fuck?|-I told you, just cash it, Johnny.
And don't swear around me.|Come on.
Uh-huh.|Hello.
Edgar.
Wonderful to see you. Clyde.|-Mr. Nixon.
Hi.|-Thank you for coming, Richard.
Okay. Oh. Winning?
Actually, I've just had a bit of luck.|Are you gonna win?
You should ask Bobby.
Little Bobby.|-Yeah, Bobby Kennedy.
Yeah.
Walk with me down to the paddock.|I'd like to look at the horses.
Uh, can we talk here?|I got the police chiefs in San Diego.
Actually, I'm trying to|spare you an embarrassment.
That was Johnny Roselli,|you just passed.
He's on his way back.
Roselli?|Johnny Roselli?
Yes. You know him,|Richard? No?
From Cuba?
Hey, Johnny Roselli.|How're you doin'?
Dick.|-How are you?
I never met the man.|Uh--
Well, I know you've, uh,
been very careful not to.
That's why I'm so concerned.
Okay.
And they're off!!
You'll win the nomination.
Yeah, it could be 1960|all over again, Edgar.
Love you, Dick!
And Bobby's got the magic|like a goddamn rock star.
They climb all over each other|Just to touch his clothes.
He'll ride his brother's corpse|right into the White House.
Hmm.
If things remain|as they are.
He's got|the anti-war vote.
Or he'll steal it,|like his brother.
Bobby's a mean little|son of a bitch, Edgar.
He had the I.R.S. audit my mother|when she was dying in the nursing home.
I know.|-We should shoot the son of a bitch.
I wanna fight|Just as dirty, Edgar.
His women.|Use his women.
Any information you have.
The son of a bitch|is not going to steal from me again.
Can you back me up on this?
Can I count|on your support?
I look at it from the point of view that|the system can only take so much abuse.
It adjusts itself eventually.|-Yeah.
But there are times|there are savage outbursts.
The late Dr. King,|For example.
Amoral hypocrite.
Screwing women|like a degenerate tomcat,
stirring up the blacks,|preaching against our system.
Sometimes the system comes|very close to cracking.
We've already had one radical|in the White House.
I don't believe it would|survive another.
Well, like I said,|uh, Edgar--
You ask if you can count|on my support.
As long as I can count|on yours.
Yeah, the old queen|did it on purpose.
No, he wasn't protecting me.|He was just putting me on notice.
That he knew Roselli?|-No.
Hoover knew|a lot of gangsters.
Johnny Roselli wasn't|Just any gangster.
Johnny Roselli was one|Of the gangsters
who set up Track 2|in Cuba.
No, I know his name.|It was Bob Engel.
Oh, well, I know|all about that.
I don't understand that.|Track 2 is Chile.
Yeah, Chile, the Congo,|Guadalajara, Iran, Cuba.
Wherever there was need|for an executive action capability,
there's Track 2.
In Cuba, Track 1 was, uh,|the Bay of Pigs invasion.
Track 2 was our idea.
We thought that|the invasion wouldn't work
unless we got rid|of Castro.
So we asked ourselves, uh,
who else wants Castro dead?
Was it the Mafia|Or money people?
So we put together|Track 2.
First assassination attempt|was, uh, in '60.
Uh, just before the election.|-Before?
Eisenhower approved that?|-Yeah.
Well, he didn't veto it.
I ran the|White House side
and, uh, the mob contact|was Johnny Roselli.
One of the C.I.A. guys|was this jackass
Howard Hunt.
Jesus.
Yeah. Not just Howard Hunt,|but Frank Sturgis
and all those other Cubans.
All of them in Watergate--
Uh, they're all involved|in Cuba.
Yeah, Hunt reported|to my military aide.
I don't know how much|Hunt knows, or, or the Cubans,
but you never know.
So you|wanted Castro dead.
Every body wanted|Castro dead.
You know, if Hunt|and the others are C.I.A.,
why don't we just dump this|back in the C.I.A.'s lap,
let Dick Helms|take the fall?
Because.
Because Helms knows,|knows too much.
If there's anyone in this country|who knows more than me,
it's Hoover and Helms, and you|don't fuck with Dick Helms, period.
All right.
But why, if Kennedy|was so clean in all this,
didn't he cancel Track 2?|-Because he didn't even know about it.
The C.I.A.,|uh, never told him.
They just kept it going.
It had a life of its own|like it was some, uh,
kind of a thing,|you know?
It doesn't even know it exists. It eats|people when it doesn't need 'em anymore.
Two days after the Bay of Pigs,
Kennedy called me and reamed me out.
He just found out|About Track 2.
You never told him?|-I didn't want him to get the credit.
He said I'd stabbed him|in the back
and called me a two-bit|grocery clerk from Whittier.
Fever if I kissed you|fever if I held you tight
Huh.|-Fever in the morning
Fever all through the night|-That's the last time I ever saw him.
Play it on the runway|in Paris
See, when I saw Bobby|lying there on the floor,
Arms stretched out like that,|his eyes staring,
I knew then|I'd be president.
His death paved the way,|didn't it?
Yeah.
Vietnam, the Kennedy's
cleared a path through the wilderness|just for me.
Over the bodies.
Four bodies.
You mean two.
Two bodies.
Four.
How many did you have?
Hundreds of thousands?
Where would we be|without death, huh?
Abe?
Who's helping us?
Is it God,|or is it
death?
Harold.
Why don't you sit down, huh?
Here.
That was a whopper.
You'll be able|to do it now.
What?|-Go to law school.
Mom and Dad'll be able to afford it.|-Harold.
Mama expects great things|from you.
Can I--|Can I get you anything?
Relax, Dick.
It's just me, huh?
The desert's so beautiful,|isn't it?
I want to go home, Dick.
Time to go home.
You--
You're not gonna quit on me now,|are you, Harold?
Down came the rain|and washed the spider out
Richard.
I can't.
You must.
This law school, it's a gift|from thy brother.
He had to die|For me to get it?
Something has to come|Of this.
It's meant|to make us stronger.
Thee art stronger than Harold,|Stronger than Arthur.
God has chosen thee|to survive.
What about happiness,|Mother?
Thee will find thy peace|At the center, Richard.
Strength in this life,
happiness in the next.
Hey! Hey!
Now tell me you didn't|Want this, Buddy.
Hey!
When the strongest nation|in the world can be tied down
for four years|in a war in Vietnam
with no end in sight;
when the richest nation in the world|can't manage its own economy;
when the nation with the greatest|tradition of the rule of law
is plagued by|unprecedented lawlessness;
when a nation that has been known for|a century for equality of opportunity
is torn by unprecedented|racial violence
when the president of the United States|cannot travel abroad
or to any major city|at home
without fear|of a hostile demonstration,
then it is time for new leadership|for the United States of America.
As we look at America, we see cities|enveloped in smoke and flame,
millions of Americans|crying out in anguish,
''Did we come all the way|for this?
Did American boys die in Normandy|and Valley Forge for this?''
I pledge to you|That the current wave of violence
will not be the wave|of the future.
Let us begin by committing ourselves
to the truth--to find the truth,|to speak the truth
and to live the truth.
A new voice is being heard|across America today.
It is not the voice|Of the protesters or the shouters.
It is the quiet voice of the majority|Of Americans who've been forgotten--
the non-shouters,|the, uh, non-demonstrators.
They're the good people. They work hard|and they save and they pay their taxes.
Now, who are they?|Let me tell you who they are.
They're in this audience|by the thousands.
They're the white Americans|and black Americans,
Mexican and Italian Americans.
They're the great|silent majority,
and they have|become angry, finally.
Angry, not with hate,|But angry, my friends,
because they love America
and they don't like what's happened|to America these last four years.
Let us understand.
North Vietnam cannot defeat|or humiliate the United States.
Only Americans|can do that!
I say to you tonight--
I say to you tonight we must have|a new feeling of responsibility,
of self-discipline.
We must look to renew|state and local government.
We must have a complete reform of a big,|bloated federal government.
Those of us in public service know
we can have full prosperity|in peacetime.
Yes, we can cut|the defence budget.
We can reduce, uh,|conventional forces in Europe.
We can restore|the natural environment.
We can improve health care and make it|more available to all people.
And yes, we can have|a complete reform of this government.
We can have a new|American revolution!
The whole world is watching!
The whole world is watching!
It'd be a disaster.
There's a lot of sympathy|out there for Cambodia.
Tiny, little, neutral|Buddhist country.
They'll be rioting in the streets,|on your front lawn!
Building the|Cambodian army up?
My God, that would be harder|than a Vietnamese Army.
They have no tradition.
Mr. President, the government|there will collapse.
So you're saying, do nothing.|-No, sir, continue the bombing.
The same old horseshit.|Well, that's not good enough.
I'm sick of being pushed around|by the, uh, Vietnamese
like we're some, uh,|you know, pitiful giant.
They're using our P.O.W.s|to humiliate us.
What we need now|is a bold move into Cambodia,
and go right after their,|uh, V.C. base camps,
and, uh, uh, make 'em scream,|hit 'em in the ass.
What do you think, Henry?|-Well, as you know,
most of my staff have weighed in|against this incursion.
They believe it will fail to achieve|anything fundamental militarily
and will result in crushing criticism|domestically.
I didn't ask what your staff thinks.|What do you think, Henry?
What I think is,|they're cowards.
Their opposition represents the|cowardice of the eastern establishment.
They don't realize,|as you do, sir,
that the Communists|only respect strength,
and they will only negotiate|in good faith
if they fear the mad man, Nixon.|-Exactly!
Unpredictability is our best asset.
We gotta take the war to 'em, hit'em|where it hurts, right in the nuts.
More assassinations.|Right, Al?
That's what they're doing,|Mr. President.
See, your people in the State|Department, Bill, they don't understand.
You gotta--|-Mr. President.
You gotta electrify people with bold|moves. I mean, bold moves make history.
Like, uh, Teddy Roosevelt,|T.R.,
rushing up San Juan Hill.
Small event, but dramatic.|People took notice.
Yes, well, they'll take notice,|all right.
If we sneak out of this war,
another will start|a mile down the road.
We bite the bullet here|in Cambodia. There.
We bomb the hell|out of these people.
Tonight American|and South Vietnamese units
will attack the headquarters of the|entire Communist military operation
in South Vietnam.
This is not an invasion|of Cambodia.
We take this action not for the purpose|of expanding the war into Cambodia,
but for the purpose|of ending the war in Vietnam.
All across the nation,
major student protests against|the U.S. invasion of Cambodia
rocked college campuses.
At Jackson State, two Negro students|were killed and ten were wounded.
Unanimously united behind--|-In the streets of New York City,
student protesters were attacked|by construction workers
supporting President Nixon's policies.
In Washington, protesters have|barricaded the White House
and are camping out|at the Lincoln Memorial.
We don't want your fucking war!
See, when I think of those kids|out there in Vietnam, doing their duty,
uh, I bet they were scared.
I-I was|when I was there.
But when it comes down to it, you|really have to look up to these men
because they're|the greatest.
No more war! No more war!
I mean, you see these bums,|you know, blowing up the campuses,
burning books|and so forth.
And they call themselves,|uh, flower children.
I call them spoiled rotten.
And I tell you what|would cure them.
A good, old-fashioned trip|to my Ohio father's woodshed.
Right, Julie?|-Right, Dad.
That's what these bums need. Well, Kurt,|thanks and congratulations.
Thank you, sir.|-Yeah. Okay. Thanks, everybody. Bye.
Less than 24 hours|after president Nixon called them bums,
four students were shot dead|at Kent State University in Ohio.
Enraged student groups|across the country
are calling for a general|strike tomorrow to shut down--
I tell you, the soldiers were provoked.|Now, stop this pussyfooting around.
I mean, dead kids. How the hell did we|give the Democrats a weapon like this?
Well, one way or the other,|Kent State is not good.
We have to get out|in front of this thing.
Follow the money. Follow the money.|-Sir?
These kids are being manipulated|by the Communists,
like Chambers and Hiss.
What's the matter with you?|-This isn't'48. They'll never buy it.
How do you know that, John?|What's Hoover found, for God's sake?
Well, he called the other day, sir.|He asked for President Harding.
We can have a national prayer day.|-Never complain, never explain.
Come on, these are not|fraternity pranks, John.
No, this is anarchy.|It's a revolution.
I wouldn't go that far, sir.|-Why not?
Is it worth it, sir?|I mean--
Is the war worth a one-term presidency?|Because that's what we're looking at.
I will not go down as the first|American president to lose a war.
Going to Cambodia,|bombing Hanoi, bombing Laos,
buys us time so we can get out and give|the South Vietnamese a fighting chance.
Exactly, sir.|-If we keep our heads, we'll win.
What, win Vietnam, sir?|-No, no.
No, but we can drive a stake through|the heart of the Communist alliance.
Henry's getting strong signals|from the Chinese.
They fear the Vietnamese|more than the Russians
and they're worried|about a united Vietnam.
Now, if we stick it out,|we'll end up negotiating separately
with both the Chinese|and the Soviets.
And we'll get better deals|than we ever dreamed of from both.
That is triangular diplomacy,|gentlemen.
Exactly,|Mr. President.
That's what geopolitics|is about.
The linking of the whole world|for self-interest.
Ron, how I can explain that on TV|to a bunch of simpleminded reporters
and, uh, weeping mothers.
Yeah, but what am I telling|the press about Kent State?
Ah, tell 'em what the hell you like.|They don't understand anyway.
Excuse me, sir.
Are you saying you're going|to recognize Red China?
That would cost us|our strongest support.
No, I can do this because|I spent my whole career
building anti-Communist|credentials.
If Kennedy or Johnson tried it, they'd|have crucified them, and rightfully so.
Damned risky, Mr. President.|Why don't we wait until the second term?
This will get us a second term, John.|-This will get me a second term.
Damn it, without risk,|there's no heroism, there's no history.
Nixon was born to do this.|Give history a nudge.
Come on!|-Hear, hear.
I mean, if Cambodia doesn't work|we'll bomb Hanoi if we have to.
That's right. And if necessary,|I'll drop the big one.
We have to entertain|the possibility.
Goddamn it!|Who cooked this damn steak?
Manolo, there's blood all over my plate.|Take it away.
I'm sorry, sir.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
My brother, Harold, was the same age|as those kids, John.
Tuberculosis got him.|-Come on, it wasn't your fault.
The soldiers were kids too.|They just panicked.
Yeah.
They were throwing rocks,|John, just rocks.
They don't think I feel,
but I feel too much|sometimes.
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