I just can't let our whole policy|be dominated by our sentimentality.
You're doing the right thing.|Don't let 'em shake you.
You know, it broke my heart|when Harold died.
That was a long time ago.|-Yeah.
I think that's when it starts--|when you're a kid.
The laughs and snubs|and slights you get
because you're poor|or Irish or Jewish
or just ugly.
Get off that.|That leads nowhere.
But you should offer condolences|to the families of those kids.
I'd like to.|I'd like to offer my condolences.
But Nixon can't.
Enraged student groups|across the country
are calling for|a general strike tomorrow
to shut down the entire university|system until the Vietnam War is ended.
Oh, this is nothing|compared to Venezuela.
When I was vice president, Ike sent me|down there like a blocking tackle.
They threw rocks.|Broke out the windows.
Almost overturned the car.|Read Six Crises, Bob.
I did, sir.|-Boy, Pat was brave.
Jesus, they're serious.|Why are we stopping? Come on. Move it!
Jesus!|-Get that little punk!
Tackle him.|Go on. Get him!
Yeah. No. Reminds me|of my days at Whittier.
These kids are useless.|Probably flunking.
Nothing to do except|come down here and chase girls.
Parent's fault.|It's a poison in the upper classes.
They've had it too soft.|Too many cars. Too many colored TVs.
Don't forget the South, West.|Good football colleges. Straight kids.
More are with you than against you.|-Let's not forget, sir.
They're just kids.|They don't vote.
This is the fall of the|Roman Empire, John. Are you blind?
They're putting the fig leaves|on the statues.
I don't know|what to say, sir.
As soon as we learned from|the secret service you were en route,
the director was notified.
He should be here any minute.|-Oh? Where the hell is he?
Uh, well, he's rushing back|from his tennis game, sir.
So, let's go.
He told me to take you|to his conference room, sir.
No, his office. I want a very private|conversation with him.
I don't wanna be bugged.|-Then, his office will be fine, sir.
How's the job going,|Bob?
Frankly, it stinks, sir.|I have no access.
We'll see to that.
He's nervous, sir. He's heard|you're looking for a new director.
He certainly isn't acting|like it.
That's Helms.|He's the epitome of Sangfroid.
A world-class poker player.
Yeah? Well, I own|the fucking casino.
I'm honored, Dick, that you've come|all the way out here to Virginia
to visit us at last.
My friends call me ''Mr. President.''|-And so shall I.
Arrange for some coffee,|will you, General Cushman?
Bob Cushman is a lieutenant general|in the marine corps.
Deputy director|of the C.I.A.
Is this|what you use him for?
I didn't choose him as my deputy,|Mr. President. You did.
You live pretty well|out here.
Now I understand why you want to|keep your budgets classified.
I suppose you're unhappy
because I haven't implemented|your domestic intelligence plan.
Yeah, you're correct.
I'm concerned these students|are being funded by foreign interests,
whether they know it|or not.
The F.B.I. is useless|in this area.
I want your full attention|on this matter.
Of course, we've tried,|but so far we've come up with nothing.
Then, find something.|And I want these leaks stopped.
Jack Anderson, the New York Times,|the State Department.
I wanna know who's|talking to them.
I'm sure you realize, Mr. President,|that this is a very tricky area,
given our charter and|the Congressional Oversight Committee.
Oh, screw|Congressional Oversight.
I know, going back to the '50s,|this agency reports what it wants,
and buries what it doesn't|want Congress to know.
Is there something else that's|bothering you, Mr. President?
Yes. It involves some old|and forgotten papers.
Uh, things I signed|as vice president.
I want the originals in my office,|and I don't want copies anywhere else.
You're referring,|I believe,
to chairing the Special|Operations Group
as vice president.|-Yeah.
As you know,|that was unique.
Not an operation so much|as an organic phenomenon.
It grew.|It changed shape.
It developed appetites.
It's not unusual|in such cases
that things are not|committed to paper.
That could be|very embarrassing.
I saw to it that my name was never|connected with any of these operations.
It's a shame you didn't take|similar precautions, Dick.
I'm interested in those documents|that put your people
together with|the gangster elements.
I'll hold the documents.|-Kennedy threatened to smash the C.I.A.,
into a thousand pieces.
You could do the same.
I'm not Jack Kennedy.|Uh, your agency is secure.
Not if I give you|all the cards.
I promised the American people|peace with honor in Southeast Asia.
Now, that may take time.
Two, maybe three years.
But, in the meantime,|your agency will continue
at current levels|of funding.
Current levels|may not be sufficient.
Well, the president|will support
a reasonable request|for an increase.
Of course, you will continue|as D.C.I., Dick.
You're doing|a magnificent job.
Of course, I accept.|I'm flattered.
And I want you to know that I serve|only one president at a time.
Yes. And you will give|General Cushman full access.
It could take|a little time,
but I will order a search|for your papers.
Good.|-But it does raise a troubling issue.
We have recent intelligence|That a Soviet nuclear submarine
has docked at Cienfuegos.
Well, we'll launch|a formal protest.
I don't think we can treat this|as a formality.
Mr. Kennedy gave the Russians|a verbal promise
that he would not|invade Cuba.
Did you authorize Dr. Kissinger|to put this in writing?
Are you tapping Kissinger?
My job--|Unpleasant at times--
is to know what others|don't want me to know.
Not if you have spies|in the White House, it isn't.
It is not my practice|to spy on the president.
Dr. Kissinger manages to convey|his inner most secrets without my help.
Dick, we've lived with|Communism in Cuba for ten years.
But it has never been the policy|of this government to accept that,
and it is certainly not|C.I.A. policy.
The C.I.A. has no policy|except what I dictate to you.
I tried to, uh, adjust|to the world as it is today,
not as you or I wanted it|to be ten years ago.
Is that why you and Kissinger|are negotiating with the Chinese?
This is a very dangerous|direction, Mr. President.
Terrible consequences can result|from such enormous errors of judgment.
But if we were able to separate China|from Russia once and for all,
we can--we could create|a balance of power
that would secure the peace|into the next century.
And offer Cuba to the Russians|as a consolation prize?
Cuba would be|a small price to pay.
So President Kennedy|thought.
No. I never thought Kennedy|was ready for the presidency.
I would never, uh,
have considered, um--
His death was awful.
It was an awful thing|for this country.
Do you ever|think of death, Dick?
The flowers are a continual reminder|of our mortality.
Do you appreciate|flowers?
No, they make me sick,|and they smell like death.
I had two brothers|die young.
Let me tell you.|There are worst things than death.
There's such a thing|as evil.
You must be familiar|with my favourite poem by Yeats:
The Second Coming.
Black Irish.|Very moving.
''Turning and turning|in the widening gyre
''the falcon cannot hear|the falconer.
''Things fall apart.
''The center cannot hold.
'Mere anarchy is loosed|upon the world.
'And everywhere the ceremony|of innocence is lost.
'The best lack|all conviction.
And the worst are full of|passionate intensity. '
But it ends|so beautifully ominous.
''What rough beast,
''its hour come round|at last.
Slouches toward|Bethlehem to be born.''
stands at such a juncture.
I-I'm sorry.|I-I was asleep.
What can I get you?
Well, you know.|-Of course.
Do you miss Cuba,|Manolo?
Yes, Mr. President.
We let you down,|didn't we?
That was Mr. Kennedy,|sir.
You don't think|he was a hero, do you?
He was a politician.
Did you cry when he died?
I don't know.
He made me
see the stars.
How did he do that?
Why do they hate me|so much?
He has loosed|the fateful lightning
Of his terrible|swifrsword
His truth is marching on
I have seen him in the watch fires|of a hundred circling camps
They have builded him an altar|in the evening dews and damps
I can read his righteous sentence|by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on
I have read a fiery gospel writ|in burnished rows of steel
As ye deal with my contemner|so with you my grace shall deal
Let the hero born of woman|It's the president.
Crush the serpent with his heel
Hi. I'm Dick Nixon.
Hi. Where you from?|-Syracuse.
Oh, yeah,|the, uh, Orangemen.
Now, there's|a football program, uh--
Jim Brown and that, uh,|other, uh,
tailback--the one|with the blood disease.
Ernie Davis.|-Yeah, right, right, right.
I used to play a little ball|myself at Whittier.
Of course, they used to use me|as a, a tackling dummy.
We didn't come here|to talk about football.
Yeah, I understand that.
Uh, how old are you, young lady?|-Nineteen.
Well, probably most of you think|I'm a real S.O.B. I know that.
I understand how you feel.
But, you know,|I want peace too.
But peace with honor.|-What does that mean?
Well, you can't have peace|without a price.
Sometimes you have to be,|uh, willing to fight for peace
and sometimes to die.
Yeah? Tell that to the G.I.s who|are going to die tomorrow in Vietnam.
What lets you kill|women and children?
What you have to understand is we're|willing to die for what we believe in.
That's right.|-It's the truth.
Look, that man up there,
he lived in similar times.
Oh, he had chaos, civil war,|hatred between the races.
This is all bullshit.|-Sometimes I go to the Lincoln Room
at the White House|and just pray.
But, you know, Liberals
act like idealism|belongs to them.
That's not true. No.
went Republican because|Lincoln freed the slaves.
My grandmother|was an abolitionist.
It was Quakers who founded|Whittier, my hometown,
Uh, to abolish slavery.
They were, you know,|conservative bible folk,
but they had a powerful|sense of right and wrong.
Forty years ago--|I was like you.
Looking for answers.
Tricky Dick himself.
My mother used to feed hobos|stopping over at our house.
We got him.|-Don't push, pig
Move away.|-We're just rapping, my friends and I.
In fact, we agree on a lot|of things, don't we?
No, we don't.
You say you want to end|the war, so why don't you?
Change always|comes slowly.
I pulled out more|than half the troops.
I'm trying to cut the military budget|for the first time in 30 years.
I want a volunteer army. But it's|also a question of American credibility.
Our--Our position in the world.|-Come on, Mr. Nixon.
It's a civil war|between Vietnamese.
You don't want the war.|We don't want the war.
The Vietnamese|don't want the war.
So why does it go on?
You should be going, Mr. President.|-Okay.
You can't stop it,|can you?
Even if you wanted to.
'Cause it's not you, it's the system.
The system|won't let you stop it.
There's--There's more|at stake here
than what you want or what I want.|-Then what's the point?
What's the point of being president?|You're powerless!
No!|-No, I'm not powerless.
Because--Because I understand|the system, I believe I can, uh--
I can control it,|maybe not control it totally,
but tame it enough|to make it do some good.
Sounds like you're talking|about a wild animal.
Yeah, maybe I am.
We really must go,|Mr. President. Please.
Hey, what about the war, man?|-When you gonna get us out?
The old man's moving.
Move it. Getaway.|-She got it, Bob.
Nineteen-year-old college kid.|-What? Who?
She understood something that's taken me|25 years in politics to understand.
The C.I.A., the Mafia,|those Wall Street bastards.
She called it a wild animal.|-Yes, sir.
Before his judgment seat
Oh, be swifr, my soul|to answer him be jubilant, my feet
Our God is marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
In Washington,|the size of the crowds
have swelled to over a quarter|of a million demonstrators
protesting the ongoing war|in Vietnam.
There must be a quarter million|of them out there, Edgar.
You know, they've been at it|Now for a whole year.
Young kids,|just like Tricia.
I don't know.|Do you think they got a point, Edgar?
This whole damn system|of government.
Remember what Lenin said|in 1917, Mr. President,
''The power was lying in the streets,|waiting for someone to pick it up.''
The Communists have never|been closer than they are now.
Now's the time to get back|to the old themes.
The ones that made you|president.
Let the Communists know|you're onto them.
Those bastards. Think they|can ruin Tricia's wedding
by dancing naked|in the reflecting pool.
Well, don't listen to them|and don't quit.
Remember, Kennedy and King|were against the war.
Where are they now?
How the hell the Times got a hold of|this Ellsberg stuff is a disgrace.
Yeah. You know, we can't keep|a damn secret in this government.
They're stealing papers|Right out of this office.
Johnson had|the same damn problem,
till he bugged|his own office.
We took that system out.
But that was a mistake.
The White House was full of|Kennedy people then.
It still is.
Who do you think's behind this?|-Well,
you have C.I.A. people|all over this place.
Helms has seen to that.|And then there's Kissinger's staff.
Kissinger himself,|I believe, may be the leaker.
Kissinger?|-He's obsessed with his own image.
He wants his Nobel peace prize|a little too much.
And as the late Dr. King proved, even|an ape can win a prize with good press.
Jesus, I'd like to book him|into a psychiatrist's office.
He comes in here|ranting and raving,
dumping his crap all over the place.
Could you prove it, Edgar?
Mr. President,|I always get my man.
Yeah, you do.|This damn tie.
Could you help me?|-Yeah.
See, I'd be bugging myself.
Who'd get the tapes?
No one.|Your property.
And it would prove|your case.
Why do you think Kissinger|is taping all your calls?
For history. Hmm?
His word against yours.
And right now|he's got the records.
I'll get Manolo|to do this.
Churchill once said to me, ''If you want|your own history written properly,
you'd better write it|yourself.''
The only thing is, Edgar, I don't|want this to come back and haunt me.
It won't,|as long as I'm here.
Uh, this way.
We're just not going|to buckle to these people.
No more war!
Yes, thank you.
Princess, may I?
I'm very proud of you|today, Princess. Very.
Thank you, Daddy.
Some very secretes says on Vietnam|have been leaked to the New York Times.
I know, I know. Not now, Chuck.
The New York Times.|-Get Ron over here.
It's the happiest day of my life.
The New York Times|began publishing today
the first in a series|of47 volumes
of top-secret Pentagon tapes
relating to the war|in Vietnam.
The papers, leaked|by defence analyst Daniel Ellsberg,
reveal a pattern of government lies|and American involvement in the war.
Mr. President,|we are in a revolutionary situation.
We are under siege.|The Black Panthers, the Weathermen.
The State Department under Rogers|is leaking like a sieve.
And now this little,|insignificant little shit Ellsberg
publishing all the diplomatic|secrets of this country
is destroying our ability|to conduct foreign policy.
I wonder if many people here wouldn't|think that ten years in prison
was very cheap if they could|contribute to ending this war.
The man has become a drug fiend. He shot|people from helicopters in Vietnam.
He's had sexual relations with his wife|in front of their children.
He sees a shrink in L.A.|The man's all fucked up.
And now he's trying|to look good for the Liberals.
And if he gets away with it,|Every body will follow his lead.
This man must be stopped|at all costs.
I'm as frustrated as you are, but don't|you think this is a Democrat problem?
They started the war.|It makes them look bad.
But, Mr. President,|the Russians, the Vietnamese-
It makes you look like a weakling!|-Goddamn it.
How long have we had this jackass dog?|Two years?
He still doesn't come. We need a dog|that looks happy when the press is here.
He's photogenic. Try new biscuits.|-Aw, fuck it.
He doesn't like me, John.|It's your fault, Henry.
I beg your pardon?|-It's your people talking to the press.
Uh, this Ellsberg,|wasn't he a student of yours at Harvard?
I mean, he's your idea, Henry.|So why are you running for cover?
Well, yes,|we taught a class to get her at Harvard,
but you know these back-stabbing|Ivy League intellectuals.
No, I don't, Henry. I don't.|-Prosecute the New York Times.
Yeah, but it's not, bottom line,|gonna change a goddamn thing, John.
The question is how do we|screw Ellsberg so bad
it puts the fear of God|into all leakers?
The other issue is how do we stop|these leaks once and for all?
Now, someone is talking to the press.|We gotta stop these leaks at any cost.
You hear me ? Then we can go|for the big pic--China, Russia.
Sir, if I might?|-Go, Chuck.
We can do this ourselves.
The C.I.A. and the F.B.I.|aren't doing the job.
Now, we can create our own intelligence|unit right here inside the White House.
Well, why not?
Our own intelligence to plug the leaks?|-Yeah.
I like it.|I like the idea.
Yeah, but, uh,|is it legal?
Has it ever|been done before?
Lyndon, J.F.K., F.D.R.
Truman cut the shit out of my|investigation of the Hiss case in '48.
What he did was illegal.
You know, with this kind of thing,|you got to be brutal.
A leak happens, the whole damn place|should be fired.
Really, I mean, you do it like|the Germans in World War II.
They went through these towns,|and a sniper hit one of 'em,
they'd line the whole|goddamn town up and say,
''Until you talk,|you're all getting shot.''
Really, I think that's|what has to be done.
I don't think you can|be Mr. Nice Guy anymore.
You just whisper the word|to me, and I'll shoot Ellsberg myself.
We're not Germans.|-Yeah.
Ellsberg's not the issue.
The Pentagon papers|aren't the issue.
It's the lie.
Mr. Hiss is lying.
Remember, John,|back in '48?
Nobody believed Alger Hiss|was a Communist except me.
Well, they loved Hiss like they loved|this Ellsberg character.
He was their kind-|Ivy League establishment.
I am not,|and never have been--
Mr. Hiss is lying.|-Mr. Hiss?
I was dirt to them, nothing.|-And Dick kicked the shit out of 'em.
I wouldn't have if Hiss hadn't lied|about knowing Chambers.
The documents were old and out of date,|just like these Pentagon papers.
The key thing we proved|was that Hiss was a liar.
Then people bought|that he was a spy.
It's the lie that gets you.
All right, Henry,|we're gonna go your way.
Crush this Ellsberg|same way we did Hiss.
There is no other choice,|Mr. President.
We're gonna hit him so hard, he'll look|like everything that's sick and evil
about the|eastern establishment.
You and your plumbers, you're gonna|get all the dirt on this guy.
Let's see him going to the bathroom|in front of the American public.
And when we finish with him,|they'll crucify him.
Then we'll get|our second term.
The claws are out,|Frank.
You seen the guys?|-They're around.
Why? You gota customer?
The White House.
You're fuckin' me.|-We're gonna be plumbers, Frank.
We're gonna plug leaks.
Who are we workin' for?|-A guy named Gordon Liddy.
He thinks|he's Martin Bormann.
He wants to meet you.
Gordon Liddy,|Frank Sturgis.
Did you see the look on|Hoover's face? He's redder than a beet.
That little closet fairy's|got no choice.
He hates McGovern and Kennedy|so much, he's gotta love me.
And Lyndon?|-He looked old, didn't he?
Have you talked to Lyndon?
Yeah, I asked him, ''Lyndon, what would|you do on a scale of one to ten?''
He said, 'Bomb the shit out of Hanoi,|boy. Bomb them where they live. ' Yeah.
Bob, tell Trini I'll be|in Key Biscayne at 4:00.
With Pat?|-No, alone.
Uh, Pat's staying here|with Mrs. Eisenhower.
Hi, Buddy.|What are you doing here?
I missed you.
Why don't we go down|to Key Biscayne together?
Because|I have to relax.
You know, I was, uh,|Just thinking tonight.
Remember when you used to|drive me on dates with other boys?
You didn't want to let me|out of your sight.
It was a long time ago.
Yes, it's been a long time.
Now, look, Buddy.
I don't need that.
I'm not Jack Kennedy.
No, you're not.
So stop comparing yourself|to him.
You have no reason to.
You have everything|you ever wanted.
You earned it.
Why can't you|just enjoy it?
I do.|I do in my own way.
Then what are you|scared of, honey?
I'm not scared, Buddy.
You don't understand.
They're playing|for keeps, Buddy.
You know, the press, the kids,|the Liberals out there.
They're out there trying to|figure out how to tear me down.
They're all your enemies?|-Yes.
Listen,|this is about me.
Why can't you|understand that?
I mean,|you of all people.
It's not the war.
It's not Vietnam, it's Nixon.|They want to destroy Nixon.
If I expose myself just the slightest|bit, they'll tear my insides out.
You want that?|You know?
You want to see that, Buddy?|It's not pretty!
Sometimes I think|that's what you want, Dick.
What the hell|are you saying?
Are you drunk?
Jesus, you sound|just like them now.
I gotta keep fighting,|Buddy, for the country.
These people running things,|the elite!
They're just soft,|chicken-shit faggots.
They don't have|the long-term vision anymore.
They just want to cover their ass|and meet girls and tear each other down.
Oh, God, this country's in deep,|deep, deep trouble, Buddy.
I have to see this|through, you know.
Mother would have expected|no less of me.
I'm sorry, Buddy.
I just wish you knew|how much I love you, that's all.
It took me a long time to fall|in love with you, Dick, but I did.
And it doesn't|make you happy.
You want them to love you.|-No, I don't. I'm not Jack Kennedy.
They never will, Dick.
No matter how many elections|you win, they never will.
All right, gentlemen.|This is our last damn leak.
It's no way to run|a goddamn government.
We're going to prosecute the hell out of|Ellsberg and any else who wants to leak.
And, uh, that means anyone of you here|who crosses the line,
I'm personally|going after them, okay?
The permissiveness|of this year is over.
The belts are coming off and people|are going to go to the woodshed.
'Cause the government cannot survive|with a counter-government inside it.
I know how traitors operate.|I've dealt with them all of my life.
It's never the little people.|Little people do not leak.
It's always some, uh, smooth|son of a bitch like Ellsberg.
You know,|the Harvard Hebrew boys
Now I hear people say, ''But Ellsberg|did it for the good of the country.''
You know, ''The people's|Right to know.'' You know.
Well, well,|Never the case,
Alger Hiss said the same damn thing,|and so did the Rosenbergs.
Look what happened to them.
Old Sparky got 'em. They always|underestimated old Nixon, see.
We're gonna fight just as dirty.|This is sudden death, gentlemen.
We're gonna get them on the ground,|stick in our spikes
and twist and show them|no mercy.
So, uh, starting today, no one|in this room talks to the press,
uh, without checking first|with Mr. Haldeman here.
And, uh, that means, Ron, a complete|freeze on the New York Times, CBS,
PBS, Jack Anderson|and the Washington Post.
Um, Mr. Haldeman is the chief|high executioner from now on,
so don't you come whining to me|when he tells you to do something.
That's me talking, okay? And if you do|come to me, I'll be tougher than he is.
Anyone who screws with us, his fucking|head comes off. You got that?
Well, thank you very much,|gentlemen, and, uh, good day to you.
History|will never be the same.
We're taking a step into the future.
Liddy, give them the folder.|-We have changed the world.
Five, ten.|-Let's see what else you got.
I must say, you look very good.
Looks can be deceiving.
Uh, we know what risks|you've taken in inviting us here.
I took no risk.
I am too old to be afraid|Of what anyone thinks.
Don't ever trust them.
They never tell|the truth
or honor|their commitments.
Vietnamese are like Russians.
Both are dogs.
Mr. Chairman, there's an old saying|in my country:
The enemy of my enemy|is my friend.
That has the added virtue of being true.
Your writings|have changed the world, Mr. Chairman.
My writings|mean absolutely nothing.
I want to know your secret.
My secret, Mr. Chairman?
How a fat man|gets so many girls.
Power, Mr. Chairman,
is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You know,|I voted for you in your last election.
I was the esser of two evils.
You are too modest, Mr. Nixon.
You are as evil as I am.
We are the new emperors.
We are both from poor families
and others pay to feed|the hunger in us.
In my case,|millions of reactionaries.
In your case,|millions of Vietnamese.
Uh, civil war is always|the cruelest kind of war,
but our two nations|were forged by revolution.
The United States, China.
Peace? Is peace|all you're interested in?
The real war is in us.
History is|a symptom of our disease.
In a surprise|Christmas bombing of Hanoi,
Nixon delivered more tonnage than|was used at Dresden in World War II.
It is without doubt the most brutal|bombing in American history.
Newspapers are calling it|a Stone Age tactic
and Nixon|a maddened tyrant.
'When the Vietnamese take the Paris|peace talks seriously, I'll stop.'
A penny for your thoughts.
Just think of the--
Think of the life|Mao's led.
In '52 I--|I called him a monster.
Now he could be|Our most important ally.
Only Nixon|could've done that.
You're a long way|from Whittier.
Yes, I am.
Mr. President, the press guys|asked if you could come back.
The hell with them.|-I'll go back, Mr. President.
No, uh, they want you, Mr. President.|I, uh--I think it would be a good move.
Who's back there?|-Everybody.
Gentlemen,|I go now to discover
the exact length, width|and depth of the shaft.
Ladies and gentlemen,|the president.
Oh, it's the president.|-Hi.
Mr. President-|-Congratulations, sir.
Thank you, sir!
Bravo, sir!|-Thank you.
it looks to me like we're gonna lose|a war for the first goddamn time.
And you're goin'|right along with it, Dick,
buyin' into|this Kissinger bullshit,
this detente|with Communists.
Detente.|Sounds like a couple of fags dancin'
Jack, we're not living in the same|country you and I knew in '46.
Our people are just not gonna sacrifice|in major numbers for war.
Can't even get 'em to accept|cuts in their gas tax.
Now, the Arabs and the Japanese|are draining the gold reserves-
If we'd won in Vietnam,|we wouldn't be having this conversation.
It's nobody's fault, Jack.|It's change. It's a fact of history.
Even that old cocksucker|J. Edgar Hoover's dead.
Who'd have thought that possible?
How's the food over there|in China, Mr. Nixon?
Oh, it's delicious,|if you're president.
what are you gonna do|about that Allende fella
nationalizing our businesses|in Chile?
You gonna send Kissinger|down there?
We're gonna get rid of him--Allende,|I mean-just as fast as we can.
He's at the top of the list.|-How about Kissinger along with him?
He acts like a Liberal for|his establishment friends,
but he's even tougher than I am.|-So Kissinger stays.
Just like Castro,|Mr. Nixon.
Yeah. He stays.
And you are comfortable|with that decision, huh?
Desi's got a point.
What the hell are we gonna do about the|Communists here in our own backyard?
What do you really mean,|Jack?
I mean I got federal price|controls on my oil.
And the rag heads are beatin'|the shit out of me, Dick.
And your E.P.A.|environmental agency
has got its thumb so far up my ass|it's scratchin' my ear!
I think it's time for us to be--|-Let him finish, Bob.
I gota federal judge orderin' me to bus|my grandkids halfway across this town
to go to school|with some nigger kids.
Now, Dick-|Mr. President-
Aren't you forgetting|who put you where you are?
The American people|put me where I am, Jack.
Well, that can be|changed.
In a heartbeat.
Jack, I've learned politics|is the art of compromise.
I learned it the hard way.|I don't know if you have.
Well, let me|tell you this, Jack.
If you don't like it,|there's an election in November
and you can take your money out|in the open and give it to Wallace.
How about it, Jack?|You willing to do that?
Hand this country over to some pansy|Poet socialist like George McGovern?
'Cause if you're not happy|with the E.P.A. up your ass,
try the I.R.S.
You're not threatening me,|are ya?
Presidents|don't threaten, Jack.
They don't have to.
Good day to you, gentlemen.|Thank you.
With candidate|George Wallace out of the race,
paralyzed by|an assassin's bullet,
Richard Nixon|has crushed George McGovern
in the 1972|presidential election.
It is the second-biggest|landslide in American history.
Four more years!
As the new term begins,
it does not seem the Watergate|investigations have damaged Nixon
in any significant way.
Probably our biggest achievement|as an administration,
when it's all|said and done,
isn't China|or Russia.
It's pulling out of Vietnam|Without a right-wing revolt.
I believe you're right.
But even the presidency|isn't enough anymore.
The presidency by itself|won't protect us, Bob.
We're beyond politics now.
Sir, just in from Paris. The Vietnamese|have accepted Henry's peace proposal.
The bombing worked. They're caving.|-Congratulations!
That mad bomber theory|wasn't so crazy after all.
Henry is coming back to join us. He|wants to be included in the photographs.
There's a surprise.
This could be it. This could be it.|Four long years. Jeez.
Incidentally, I don't know if this is|the right time, but you should know-
Bill Sullivan at the F.B.I. got|back to us with his report on Kissinger.
I didn't wanna bring it up because of--|-Go on.
Well, Sullivan, uh,|thinks he's the one.
Henry's the leaker.
Yeah, I knew it. I knew it|from '69 on and I said it all along.
Yeah, I remember.|-No, you didn't, Bob.
Looks like he talked to, uh,|Joe Kraft and the Times.
Claims that he was dead set|against the bombing,
that you were unstable and that|he has to handle you with kid gloves.
That explains his press notices.
Working both sides of the fence.|Jew-boy Henry.
He talked to the New York Times?|-Yes, he did.
We ought a fire his whining|ass right now, when he's on top.
And it'd set the right example|For the rest of this administration.
I would personally|Volunteer for that assignment right now.
He's our only star right now.|He'd go crying to the press.
He'd crucify us.
Son of a bitch.
Get someone on our staff|on his ass.
Tap his phones.|I wanna know everyone he talks to.
Let's see how long|the Kissinger mystique lasts.
So, John, what about|these Watergate clowns?
This, uh,|Sirica's crazy.
Thirty-five year sentence.|No weapons, right?
No injuries. Uh, there's no success.|It's just ridiculous.
Sirica's just trying to force someone|to testify, but they're solid.
What about this|Washington Post crap?
Uh, Woodwind|and Fernstein.
Bernstein, sir.|-Who the fuck are they, anyway?
Bob, you working on revoking|Their television license?
Yes, sir, I am.|-Good.
Well, uh, they're trying to connect|Bob and John with the secret fund.
But they don't have much.|-They don't have anything.
The F.B.I.'s feeding me|their reports.
I-I didn't think you should lose|any more sleep over it, sir.
Good man, John,|good man.
I can therefore announce that our long|and tragic involvement in Vietnam
is at an end.
Our mission is accomplished.
Uh, we have a cease-fire
and our prisoners of war|are coming back home.
South Vietnam has the right|to determine its own future.
So, we have peace|with honor.
The president will take|some of your questions now.
Isn't it true little has been|achieved in this agreement
that the Communists have not|been offering since 1969,
that in fact your administration has|needlessly prolonged the war
and escalated it to|new levels of violence?
I will, uh, try to, uh--
answer that question|in some detail.
What is your reaction|To James McCord's statement
that high-level White House officials|were involved in the Watergate break-in?
That's the dumbest thing I've heard.
The Washington Post is reporting|that Mr. Haldeman and Ehrlichman
secretly dispersed up to|$900, 000 in campaign funds.
Is there any truth to that?|-Now, let me make this perfectly clear.
I will not respond to the charges|of the Washington Post.
Nor will I comment on a matter|that is currently before the courts.
Sir, do you intend to cooperate with|Senator Ervin's committee?
Will you agree to the appointment|of a special prosecutor?
Mr. President!|-Mr. President!
Mr. President,|shouldn't you--
Ron, get in there|and do something!
I end the longest war|in American history
and they keep harping|on this chicken-shit!
You know who's behind this, don't you?|Teddy Kennedy.
Yeah, he drowns a broad in his car,|and he can't run for president--
He did get pretty burned|at Chappaquiddick.
My point exactly! Somebody had to die|before he got his shit in the papers!
Fucking Kennedy's getaway|with everything! Goddamn them!
You see me|screwin' everything that moves?
For Christ's sake, I did what|the New York Times editorial page
said for me to do!
I ended the war!
I got S.A.L.T. One with the Russians;|I opened China.
So why are these assholes|turning on me?
'Cause they don't like the way I look,|where I went to school!
Because they're not Americans.|-Yeah, right. They don't trust America.
Why would they? Hmm? They just come here|to stick their snouts in the trough.
Who are these people?|Sulzberger.
Their parents are gold traders from|eastern Europe, with due respect, Henry.
They buy things. They come|to ''Jew'' York city and buy up things.
And one of the things they buy,|Mr. President, is the New York Times.
You know what? You should be proud,|because they'll never trust you, sir.
Because we speak|for the average American.
You know why|they're turning on me?
It's because they're not|serious about power, that's why.
They're playing with power. They're|forgetting the national interest.
In the old days people knew|how to hold power, how to set limits.
They wouldn't have torn this country|apart over a third-rate burglary.
For Christ's sake, now all|they care about are their egos,
looking good|at cocktail parties.
Beating out other papers|and chasing girls.
Wondering whether someone|said something nice about them.
All short-term,|frivolous bullshit.
Ben Bradlee worrying about|Teddy Kennedy liking him.
Get Mr. Dean in here,|Will you ?
Mr. President, I fear we are|drifting toward oblivion here.
We are playing|a totally reactive game.
We have to get ahead|Of the ball.
Now, we all know|that you are clean. Right?
Then let's take off|the gloves.
Let's do a housecleaning.|-Housecleaning?
No, it could be ugly,|Henry, really ugly.
It must be done, sir.|Your government is paralyzed.
All kinds of shit could come out.|The Ellsberg thing.
You knew about that, didn't you, Henry?|-Well, I heard something.
It sounded idiotic.|-''Idiotic.'' Yeah, I suppose it was.
I thought it was your idea|to expose Ellsberg as a sex fiend.
I guess somebody just|took you too literally.
I never suggested a bunch of imbeciles|break into a psychiatrist's office.
It doesn't matter. The point is you|might lose your media darling halo
if the media start sniffing|around our dirty laundry.
Sir, I never had anything to do with|That and I resent the implication--
Resent it all you want, Henry,|but you're in with the rest of us.
The wiretaps you put in.
The president wants you to know you|can't just click your heels
and head back|to Harvard Yard.
It's your ass too, Henry, and it's in|the wind twisting with everyone else's.
There are times when even|the president can go too far.
You played it perfectly, sir.
That cocksucker'll think twice|before he leaks again.
He'll be looking in his toilet bowl|every time he pulls the chain.
Hunt wants more money. 122 thousand.|-Fuck!
He says if he doesn't|get it right away,
he's gonna blow us out of the water,|and he means it.
Ever since his wife died in the|plane crash, he's been over the edge.
Pay him what he wants.
We've got to turn the faucet|off on Hunt and these Cubans.
They are out of control. John, you|Might want to just burden me with--
It's Helms. It's gotta be Helms.|He's behind it.
I think we could leverage Helms.|-How?
When I met with him,|he kind of tipped his hand.
'Cause this entire affair is related to|the Bay of Pigs. If it comes up--
This has nothing to do|with the Bay of Pigs!
I have no concern|About the Bay of Pigs!
I couldn't believe it.
This is what the president|told me to relay to you, Dick.
I had to|remind him who he was talking to.
So, I was wondering, what's such|dynamite in this Bay of Pigs thing,
Although it was clearly effective,|because all of a sudden
it was no problem for Helms to go to|the F.B.I. and put a lid on Watergate.
What about the documents|he promised?
He'll give us the documents. But I think|if we offer him an ambassadorship,
the ambassadorship to Iran,|we can get rid of him.
No, I, uh, I promised Iran|to Townsend.
No. Put Townsend|in Belgium, sir. It's available.
He gave us 300 grand. Belgium's not|worth more than, I don't know, 100, 150.
What about England?|-Brandenberg's paid three times that.
Helms wants Iran|or there might be a problem.
Sir, all his old buddies are over|there making a fortune off the shah,
and he wants-|-When does this end, Bob?
Hunt and the Cubans have nothing|to lose now. Pardon them all.
Nobody's going to investigate for|which the criminals have been pardoned.
Yeah, I like that.|-Yeah, but it'll never do.
Pardoning them means we're all guilty.|The press, the people'll go nuts.
Am I supposed to just sit here|and watch them coming closer,
eating their way|to the centre?
Lyndon bugged;|so did Kennedy.
F.D.R. cut a deal|with lucky Luciano.
Christ, even Eisenhower|had a mistress.
What's so special about me?|Huh?
I mean, what about Lyndon? He could|make a couple of calls hell and
shut this whole damn thing down.
Anyone talk to him? What did he say?|-I did. No dice.
He hit the roof.|-Why?
He said if you go out with a story|about how he bugged your plane,
he's gonna reveal--
All right.|All right, Bob!
What's the matter|with you?
I know. I just know we've made|too many enemies.
There's another thing. Bob and I have|to testify before the Urban Committee.
No, you're not.|You're going to claim|executive privilege.
You're gonna stonewall it|all the way.
Plead the Fifth Amendment.|I don't give a shit.
They can't force|the president's people to testify.
Executive privilege will just make it|look like we're covering up.
We are covering up,|for God's sake.
Some petty, stupid shit.
There are things I can say what|other people said, and they'd be lies.
When I say them,|nobody believes me anyway.
Then, we're going to have to|give them Mitchell.
Either it goes to Mitchell,|or it comes here.
John's right, boss.
It's not personal.
It's just the way|the game is played.
Sometimes|you gotta punt.
Jesus. I'm so goddamned|worn out with this.
So, are you gonna tell Mitchell?|-You do it.
Why me?|-'Cause he hates you.
It's worse when you get it|from someone you trust.
He's wrong, you know.
About Kennedy and L.B.J. and Truman.|-How so?
Well, I mean, sure, they did stuff,|Bob, but nothing like this.
I mean, forget about the break-in,|the, the enemies list,
the, uh--You know?
You got the attempted firebombing of|the Brookings Institution.
Planting McGovern stuff on|the guy that shot Wallace?
Trying to slip L.S.D.|to Jack Anderson?
The old man plays politics harder|than anybody else, John.
You think|this is about politics?
Do you think L.B.J. would have ever|asked Hunt to forge a cable
implicating Kennedy in the assassination|of the president of Vietnam?
How long have you known Bob, 20 years?|-This is the Roosevelt Room,
named after|our 26th president.
Twenty years, you ever|shake hands with him?
Have a real conversation|with him?
This is about Richard Nixon.
You got people dying because|he didn't make varsity football.
You got the Constitution|hanging by a thread
because he went to Whittier,|not to Yale.
And what is this Bay of Pigs thing?
Goes white every time|you mention it.
It's a code or something.|-Well, shit, even I figured that out.
I think he means--
The Kennedy assassination.
Yeah?|-They went after Castro
and in some crazy way|it got turned back on Kennedy.
I don't think the old man|knows what happened.
But he's afraid to find out.
He's shitting peach pits|every time he thinks about it.
Created a Frankenstein|with those damn Cubans.
Eight words back in '72:
''I covered up.
''I was wrong.
And the American public|would've forgiven him.
But we never opened|our mouths, John.
We failed him.
Dick Nixon|saying ''I'm sorry''?
That'll be the day.
His whole suit of armour|would fall off.
So, you tell Mitchell.
And John, you do know|That we're next, don't you?
You're early, John.
If you'd been that stealthy at the|Watergate, we wouldn't be in this mess.
I was sorry to hear about your wife.|-Yes.
Take out the money.
The president would like to know if|that was the last payment.
I'll bet he would.
In Richard Nixon's long history|of underhanded dealings,
he's never had better value|for his money.
If I were to open my mouth,|all the dominoes would fall.
Can I ask you a question?
You have the temerity to blackmail|the president of the United States ?
That's not the question,|John.
The question is,|why is he paying?
To protect his people.
I'm one of his people.|The Cubans are his people.
And we're going to jail|for him.
Howard, you will serve no more|than two years, then he'll pardon you.
But you don't leave your men|on the beach, John.
You don't make them|beg for their money like thieves.
You don't dump men with families|who've served their country.
He didn't know.|This thing has gotten out of hand.
You think a man as controlled as Richard|Nixon would've allowed a break-in
at the Democratic National Headquarters|without knowing it?
You think Mitchell or Haldeman wouldn't|have run it by him at least once?
The president's men|did nothing--nothing-
without Richard Nixon's|permission.
John, sooner or later--
sooner, I think--
You're going to learn the lesson|that's been learned
by everyone who's ever gotten close|to Richard Nixon--
that he's the darkness reaching out|for the darkness.
And eventually|it's either you or him.
Your grave's|already been dug, John.
F.B.I.|director-designate L. Patrick Gray
shocked the Senate|by revealing that John Dean
has been secretly receiving|F.B.I. reports on Watergate.
Crown, this is Echo Six.|-How are you, sir?
Gray also said that Dean lied|when he claimed Howard Hunt
did not have an office|in the White House.
How is he?|-He's in a bad mood.
He's running late.|Have a seat.
This is the sort of thing|Mafia people can do.
Washing money|and things like that.
We just don't know about these things|because we're not criminals.
How much you need?
I would say these people|will cost a million dollars
over the next two years.
We could get that.|-Uh-huh.
Get a million dollars in cash.|I know where it could be gotten.
I'm still not confident|we can ride through this.
Some people are gonna have to go to|jail. Hunt's not the only problem.
Haldeman let me use|the $350, 000 cash fund in his safe
to make the payments.
Ehrlichman had a role-a big role-|in the Ellsberg break-in.
Oh, I don't know|about that.
I think it's time we begin to think|in terms of cutting our losses.
You're saying cut|our losses, John, and, uh, all the rest.
And, you know, suppose the thing blows|and they indict Bob and the others?
Jesus, you'd never recover|from that, John. I mean, uh--
No, it's better to fight it out|instead and not let people testify.
Sir, I, I still don't think|we can contain this anymore.
There's a cancer on the presidency,|and it's growing
with every day-|-Jesus, you know, every--
Everything's a crisis among the|upper intellectual types, the softheads.
The average people don't think|it's much of a crisis.
For Christ's sake, this is not Vietnam.|No one's dying here.
I mean, isn't it ridiculous?|-I agree. It's ridiculous, but, uh--
It's goddamn crazy!|Goldwater was right when he said,
''For Christ's sakes,|everybody bugs everybody else.''
We know that.
It's the cover-up, John, not the deed,|that's really bad here.
If only Mitchell could step up|and take the brunt of it, you know.
Give 'em the hors d'oeuvre.
Maybe they won't come back|for the main course.
You know, that's|the tragedy in all this.
Mitchell's gonna get it anyway,|so it's time he assumed responsibility.
You're not|paying attention.
He won't.|He's told Ehrlichman he won't.
You tell|my good friend Dick
I got into this by not paying attention|to what these bastards were doing.
I don't have a guilty conscience,|and he shouldn't either.
Well, he's right.
Maybe it is time to, uh, go|the hang-out route, John.
Uh, a full and thorough|investigation.
Uh, we've cooperated|with the F.B.I.
We'll cooperate|with the Senate.
What have we got to hide?|-No, we've nothing to hide.
No.|Nothing to hide.
You know, the only--|the only fault in the plan is,
they're not gonna believe the truth;|that's the incredible thing.
I agree.|It's, uh, it's tricky.
Everything seems|to lead back here.
People would never understand.|-No.
John, I want you to getaway|from this madhouse.
I want--|these reporters.
I want you to go up to Camp David|for the weekend and write up a report.
Put everything you know|about Watergate in there and say,
''Mr. President,|here it all is.'' Okay?
You want me to put it all|in writing over my signature ?
nobody knows more about this thing|than you do, John.
You know, the details. Thatstuff|I don't know. But.
Sir, I'm not going to be|the scapegoat for this.
Haldeman and Ehrlichman are|in it just as deep as I am.
No, now, John,|you don't wanna start down that road.
I remember, uh,
Whittaker Chambers|telling me back in '48--
He was a man|who suffered greatly.
And he said, ''On the road|of the informer, it is always night.''
Now, uh--It's beyond you,|or even me, John.
It's the country. The presidency.|-I understand that, sir.
You know, I--|You know how I feel about loyalty.
I-I'm not gonna let any of my people|go to jail, that I promise you.
The important thing is to keep this|away from Haldeman and Ehrlichman.
I'm trusting you to do this, John, and|I have complete confidence in you. Okay?
I'll work on it.|-Say hi to that wife of yours.
The place is a shambles.|Hey!
I was determined that we should get|to the bottom of Watergate
and the truth should be fully brought|out, no matter who was involved.
Today, in one of the most difficult|decisions of my presidency,
I accepted the resignations of two of my|closest associates in the White House,
Bob Haldeman|And John Ehrlichman,
two of the finest public servants|it has been my privilege to know.
More light, Chief?.
The counsel to the|president, John Dean, has also resigned.
I will not place the blame|on subordinates,
on people whose zeal|exceeded their judgment
and who may have done wrong in a cause|they deeply believed to be right.
In any organization,
the man at the top must bear|the responsibility.
That responsibility, therefore,|belongs here in this office,
and I accept that.
There can be no whitewash|At the White House.
Two wrongs|do not make a right.
Now, I love America.
God bless America,|and God bless each and every one of you.
And we're clear.
Are you going|to Key Biscayne?
Ron told me that, um--
Bob Haldeman has been calling|But you won't talk to him.
If he's convicted,|will you pardon him?
Why are you cutting yourself off|from the rest of us?
Can't we discuss this?|-What exactly do you want to discuss?
You.|What you're doing.
What am I doing?|-I wish I knew.
Whatever it is you've been hiding.
You're letting it|destroy you, Dick.
You won't even ask for hel-
Mrs. Nixon's finished.
I am the only one|left, Dick.
If you don't even|talk to me-
Brezhnev's coming|in three days.
I don't wanna deal with them|and him and you.
Howmuch more--|Howmuch more is it going to cost?
When do the rest of us|stop paying off your debts?
I'd like to finish|my dinner in peace,
if it's not too much|to ask.
No, it isn't.
I won't interfere|with you anymore.
I'm finished trying.
Dick, sometimes I understand|why they hate you.
The committee will come to order.
Counsel will call|the first witness.
Mr. John W. Dean, III.
After I departed|the president's office,
I went to a meeting with Haldeman|and Ehrlichman to discuss the matter.
The sum and substance|Of that discussion was,
the way to handle this now was|for Mitchell to step forward.
It was a disappointment|to me because it was quite clear
that the cover-up, as far as|the White House was-
Was concerned,|was going to continue.
Why is he doing this?|He's our goddamn lawyer.
If he had a problem,|why didn't he come talk with us?
Remember, the weasel's got no proof.
It's still an informer's word|Against the president's.
were all indictable|for obstruction of justice.
That was the reason I was disagreeing|with all that was being discussed.
Give 'em hell,|general.
Mao taught me in 1963
If I have nuclear weapons,
let 400 million|Chinese die,
300 million will be left.
I can tell you what happened.
You want names?|I can give you Haldeman.
I'm talking about the president. Mao!
We all know|-I can give you the president.
this man|in his dog heart.
You want him to be your ally?
Uh, well, he was your ally|for 20 years, Leonid.
Yes, yes, Dick.|Da, da, da, da.
Life is the best teacher,|and therefore it must not interfere
with the building of the S.A.L.T. Two|treaty between our great countries.
Peace in our era is possible.
Excuse me, uh, Leonid.|-It's okay, Dick. It's okay.
He's spilling his guts to the Ervin|committee. And, uh, unfortunately--
Did you cover it up?
You think I'd do something|like that, honey?
Well, then you can't give up.
You just can't.
You're one of the best presidents|this country has ever had.
You've done what Lincoln did--brought|this country back from civil war.
You can't let your enemies|tear you down.
You've gotta stay|and fight.
I'll go out there|and make speeches.
Nobody knows the real you, how sweet|you are, how nice you are to people.
I'll tell them.
You're the most decent|person I know.
I just hope I haven't|let you down, Kitten.
They just don't know|the real you.
They just don't know.
Tricky Dick always knew|What was goin' on.
Every last goddamn detail.
And my husband is not going|to take the rap this time.
They know they can't shut me up.|Probably end up killin' me.
She doesn't know what she's talking|about. Stop bothering her!
Hell, she's nuts.|You bastards have seen to that.
Are you and Martha gonna|get back together again?
Our marriage is finished, thank you|very much. Stick that up your keister!
Now, were the visitors that went|into the White House warned
that their conversations|with the president would be taped?
Again, I am|not aware of the technical details.
On Friday, we have|the high school students from Ohio.
Saturday is the National|Women's Republican Club.
In a development|that could break Watergate wide open,
former White House aide|Alexander Butterfield
testified today before|the Senate Select committee.
He revealed a taping system|that may have recorded conversations
in the White House,|the executive office building,
and even members|of his own family.
All calls|to the White House,
of whatever nature and character,|would be taped?
Yes, the tape|would not discriminate.
None of them had knowledge that|Their conversations were being taped?
This is a stunning revelation.
If such tapes exist,|they could tell us, once and for all,
what did the president know,|and when did he know it.
I want Hunt paid.
It's time to go the hang-out route.
If they fear the madman-
It's a legal contribution.|Who the hell authorized this?
Colson?|-The Bay of Pigs.
If you tell Helms|that Howard Hunt-
There's a cancer|on the presidency, and it's growing
with every day-
If Hunt goes public,|it'll be a fiasco for the C.I.A.
They're like love letters.
You should burn 'em.
Why didn't you?
They're evidence.|You can't legally destroy evidence.
You don't expect me to believe that|for one minute, do ya?
Huh?|-Does it matter what's on 'em?
Really? Murder, Dick?
Sex? Your secrets,|your fantasies?
Or is just me and you and-|-Don't be ridiculous.
I remember Alger Hiss.
I know how ugly|you can be.
You're capable|of anything.
It doesn't really matter|at the end of the day what's on them,
because you have|absolutely no remorse.
No concept of remorse.
You want the tapes to get out.|You want them to see you at your worst.
You're drunk.|-Oh, yeah!
No one'll ever see|those tapes, including you.
And what would I find out|that I haven't known for years?
What makes it|so damn sad
is that you couldn't|confide in any of us.
You had to make a record|For the whole world.
They were for me.|They're mine.
They're not ''yours. '
They are you.
You should burn them.
What has changed in you, Richard?|-Go away!
These guys went after Castro|seven times, ten times.
What, do you think people like that,|just gave up? They just don't walk away.
What, seven, ten times?|-I never said this.
Ten ti--Never.|-You think people like that gave up?
Castro.|These guys went after Castro.
If this got out,|they'd blame me for everything.
Forget Kennedy or Johnson.|It's Nixon!
Whoever killed Kennedy
came from this thing we created,|this beast.
In the latest bombshell,
the president's lawyers revealed that|there is an 18-and-a-halfminute gap
in a critical Watergate tape.
Reactions of disbelief and anger|are being heard across the country.
Has he had chest pains?|-He woke up coughing blood!
I'm in charge here!|-Has he been short of breath?
No, and he's sure that he has T.B.!|-Why T.B.?
Because his family had it.|His brother had it.
I think it's flooded.|-Richard.
Get those I.V.s started.
Please lie down, Dick.
They need you to lie down!|-Sedate him!
Maybe a trip|to the woodshed'll--
Vice President Agnew|has resigned today,
pleading no contest to charges|of income tax evasion.
This follows Special Prosecutor|Cox's continuing investigation
into President Nixon's finances.
The president paid no income tax Lie down, Dick.
in the years 1970, '71 and'72|-They need you to lie down.
and may have used funds to improve his|residence in San Clemente, California.
Where's the blood coming from?|What's wrong with him?
He's got an acute viral pneumonia|and a very serious phlebitis.
It could go into his lungs.|-Oh, no.
The president|has returned to the White House.
But Archibald Cox has declared war|by issuing a subpoena
for nine|of the president's tapes.
Never! Over my dead body.|It's the president's personal property.
I'll never give up my tapes to a bunch|of Kennedy-loving, Democrat cocksuckers.
This could trigger the impeachment.
They'll go|to the Supreme Court.
I appointed three of those bastards.|They'll never get my tapes.
Can the president afford|to ignore a subpoena?
Who the hell does Cox think he is? I've|Never made a dime from public office.
I'm honest.|My dad died broke. Jesus.
That son of a bitch Cox, he went|to the same law school as Jack Kennedy.
The last gasp|of the establishment.
Yeah, they got the hell|kicked out of 'em in the election,
so now they gotta squeal|about Watergate
'cause we were the first real threat|to them in years.
We would've changed it so they couldn't|have changed it back in 100 years.
If only the, uh--
Sir, Congress is, uh--|-No, over here, sir.
Sir, Congress is considering|Four articles of impeachment.
Yeah. For what?|-They're very serious charges, sir.
First, abuse of power.|-Yep.
Second, obstruction of justice.|-Yeah, what else?
Third, failure to|cooperate with Congress.
And last, bombing Cambodia, sir.
They can't impeach me for Cambodia;|the president can bomb anybody he likes.
That's true.|-We'll win that, but the other three-
You know, Fred, they sell tickets.|-It's Ron, sir.
They sell tickets to an impeachment|like a damn circus.
Okay, so they impeach me.|Well, fuck 'em!
Yeah, well, it's just|a matter of mathematics.
How many votes we have in the Senate?|-About a dozen.
A dozen? Jeez, I got|half of 'em elected.
Okay, so I got|the South and, uh,
Goldwater and his boys.
I'll take my chances in the Senate.|-Yes, we should.
This damn leg.|-Well, then, sir, we'll, uh,
have to deal with the possibility|of removal from office,
loss of pension|and possibly--
Yeah, well, plenty of people|did their best writing in prison.
Gandhi, Lenin.|-That's right.
What I know about this country,|I could rip it apart.
If they want a public humiliation,|that's what they'll get.
Yes, they will.|-I will never resign this office. Never.
Where the fuck am I? What's in there?
The P.O.W.s and their families.|-Oh. I'm supposed to be--
Sir?|-Proud. Of them.
Oh, yes, of course.|-Fire him.
Who?|-Cox. Archibald Cox. Fire him!
He works for the attorney general.
Only Richardson can fire him.|-May I echo my concern here, sir?
Then tell Richardson|to fire him!
Well, Richardson won't do that, sir.|He'll resign.
The hell he will.|Then fire him too.
If you have to go all the way down to|the janitor at the justice department,
fire that son of a bitch.|-He's asked for it.
Mr. President, may I|Just say something, sir?
I think that you should|welcome this subpoena.
the tapes can only prove|that Dean was a liar. Right?
That's right, sir.
Well, there's more.
There's more than just me.
You can't break, my boy.
Even though it's ended.
You can't admit, even to yourself,|when it's gone.
Uh, do you think|those P.O.W.s in there did?
Now, there's some people,|and we both know them, Al,
think you can go stand in the middle|of a bull ring and cry ''mea culpa, ''
while the crowd is hissing and booing|and spitting on you.
Well, a man doesn't cry.|I don't cry.
You don't cry.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the president|of the United States!
We interrupt this program for|a special report from NBC news.
The country is in the midst of the|most serious constitutional crisis
in its history.
President Nixon has fired|special prosecutor Archibald Cox.
Attorney General|Elliot Richardson has quit
and his deputy William Ruckelshaus|was fired when he refused to fire Cox.
Acting Attorney General Robert Bork|has executed President Nixon's orders
and fired the special prosecutor.
In an attempt|to head off impeachment proceedings,
the president has agreed to release|transcripts of46 taped conversations.
Gerald Ford|was sworn in as vice president.
Citing wrongdoing, a judge has dismissed|all charges against Daniel Ellsberg.
A grand jury has indicted former|Nixon aides Haldeman, Ehrlichman-
I mean, you're a lawyer, for God's sake.|How can you let this shit go through?
Look. This.|Nixon can't say that.
Well, you did say it, sir.|-Never! I never said that about Jews.
Makes me sound|like an anti-Semite.
We can check the tapes again.|-No need. I know what I said.
Have you lost your mind?|Look, Al! Nixon can't say this!
'Niggers. Niggers.'' It can't say that!|-We could delete it.
We're doing the best we can.|-Well, it's not good enough!
Would you have us black it out, sir?|-We could write ''expletive deleted.''
Cut all these 'goddamns'|and 'Jesus Christs' out.
Don't you see that all these|deletion marks in the transcripts
make it look as though you--|you do nothing but swear?
It soils|my mother's memory.
You think I want the whole goddamn world|to see my mother like this?
Raising a dirty-mouth?
We could start again, sir, but we don't|really have the staff to do that.
Then start over!|Just start over!
The world will see|Only what I show 'em!
From page one, Al.|Page one, Ron!
Ron, get in there and do something.|All this stuff--
Five seconds,|Mr. President.
And four, three, two--
Good evening,|my fellow Americans.
Tonight I'm|taking an action
unprecedented in the history|of this office.
I had no knowledge of the cover-up|till John Dean told me about it
on March 2 1st, a year ago.|-I think I'm going to throw up.
no payment to Hunt|or anyone else be made.
He's lost touch with reality.|-I've made my mistakes,
but in all my years of public life,|I have never profited--
Can you imagine what|this man would have been
had he ever been loved?|-I've earned every penny.
In all of my years|of public life,
I have never obstructed justice.|-It's a tragedy,
because he had greatness in his grasp.|-I welcome this examination.
But he had the defects|of his qualities.
I made $250, 000 from a book|-They'll crucify him.
Does anybody really care anymore?
Which many of you were|good enough to purchase.
and what happens after?
When I, in 1968, decided to become|a candidate for the president,
I decided|to clean the decks
and to put everything|in real estate.
So, that's where the money came from.|That's all I own.
That's what we have,|and that's what we owe.
Because people have got to know|whether or not their president-
president is a crook.
Well, I am not a crook.
I've earned everything I have-
She does have a respectable|Republican cloth coat.
And I always tell her, uh,|she'd look good in anything.
There has never been|any feathering of nests.
Not in this|administration.
Now, let me just say this-
And I want to say this|to the television audience.
The Supreme Court ruled today eight to|nothing that President Nixon's claims
of executive privilege|cannot be used in criminal cases
and must turn over subpoenaed tapes.|-The House Judiciary Committee
has voted 27 to 11
to recommend impeachment|to the full House.
The deliberations now go|to the House floor.
In its report, the committee offers|evidence Nixon obstructed justice
on at least 36 occasions,
that he encouraged his aides|to commit perjury,
and that Nixon abused|the powers of his office.
In a separate report,|the Senate Select committee
details the misuse|of the I.R.S.
the F.B.I., the C.I.A.|and the justice department.
It denounces the plumbers|and it raises the question
of whether the United States|had a valid election in 1972.
Victory at Sea, Al.|Henry.
The Pacific Theatre.
Christ, you can almost hear|the waves breaking over the decks.
I'm afraid we have another problem,|Mr. President.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
June 23rd, '72, sir.
Your instructions to Haldeman|regarding the C.I.A. and the F.B.I.
Your lawyers|feel that
it's|the smoking gun.
That's totally out of context.|I was protecting the national security.
Sir, the deadline|is today.
Can we get around this,|Al?
It's the Supreme Court,|sir.
You don't get around it.
If you resign, you can keep your tapes|as a private citizen.
You could fight them|For years.
What if I stay?
You have the army.
Lincoln used it.
We'll have civil war.
How do you see this?
We can't survive this,|sir.
have you instructing Dean|to make the pay off to Hunt.
There's nothing in that statement|the president can't explain.
Sir, you talked about opening up|the whole Bay of Pigs thing again.
That's right.|-On the June 20 tape.
The one with|the 18-minute gap.
I don't know anything|about that.
You mentioned the Bay of Pigs|several times.
Sooner or later, they're going to|want to know what that means.
They're going to want to|know what's on that gap.
It's gone. No one will ever|find out what's on it.
if there was|another recording.
We both know|it's possible.
I know for a fact
that it's possible.
I've spoken to Ford.
There's|a very strong chance
that he'll pardon you.
I don't need a goddamned deal,|for God's sake. I--
This is something that|you will have to do, Mr. President.
I thought|you'd rather do it
I'll wait outside.
May I say, sir,|that if you stay now,
it will paralyze the nation|and its foreign policy.
You always had a great|sense of timing, Henry.
When to give
and when to take.
How do you think Mao|and Brezhnev will react?
Do you think they'll|remember us, Henry,
after all the great things|you and I did together,
as some kind of--
They will understand.
To be undone by a third-rate burglary|is a fate of biblical proportions.
History will treat you far more kindly|than your contemporaries.
Yeah. Depends who writes|the history books.
I'm not a quitter,|never have been.
But I'm not stupid either.
A trial would kill me.|That's what they want.
They won't get it.
If they harass you, I too will resign,|and I will tell the world why.
Don't be stupid.|The world needs you, Henry.
You always saw|the big picture.
You were my equal|in many ways.
You're the only friend|I got, Henry.
Do you ever pray?
You know, believe|in a supreme being?
Uh, not really.
You mean on my knees?
My mother used to pray|a lot.
It's been a long time|since I really prayed.
Let's pray, Henry.
Let's pray a little.
Just you and me.
I hope this doesn't|embarrass you, Henry.
No. Not at all, no.
This is not going to leak,|is it?
Don't be too proud,|Henry.
Never be too proud|to go on your knees before God.
How can a--
How can a country|come apart like this?
What have I done wrong?
I opened China.
I made peace|with Russia.
I ended the war.
I did what I thought|was right.
God, why do they|hate me so?
It's unbelievable.|It--It's insane.
Oh, M-Mom, I'm sorry.|God, please forgive me, God.
I didn't mean it.|I didn't know what to do.
I don't know why|this is happening to me.
I can't believe--
They smelled the blood|on me this time, Al.
I got soft, you know?
A rusty, metallic smell.
I know it well, sir.
It came over from Vietnam,|you know?
I mean, everyone|suffered so much.
Their boys killed.
Uh, they need to|sacrifice something.
You know, appease|the gods of war.
I am that blood,|General.
I am that sacrifice.
In the highest place|of all.
Yeah. All leaders must|finally be sacrificed.
Things won't be the same|after this.
No, I played|by the rules.
Rules changed right|in the middle of the game.
There's no respect|for American institutions anymore.
No, people are cynical.
The press--ah, the press|is out of control.
People spit on soldiers.
Government secrets mean nothing.
I pity the next guy|who sits here.
When they look at you,
they see|what they want to be.
When they look at me,
they see what they are.
Dick, please don't.
I don't have|the strength anymore.
It'll be over soon.
No, it's going to start now.
If I could just sleep.
If I could just sleep.
There'll be time for that.|-Yeah.
You know, once
when I was sick as a boy,
my mother gave me|this stuff
and she made me|swallow it.
It made me throw up|all over her.
I wish I could|do that now.
I'm so afraid.
There's darkness out there.
I could always see|where I was going.
But it's dark out there.
God, I've always been|afraid of the dark.
There are many fine careers.
This country needs|good farmers,
good businessmen,|good plumbers,
I remember my old man.
I think that they would have|called him sort of a--
sort of a little man,|a common man.
Well, he didn't consider|Himself that way.
You know what he was?
He was a streetcar motorman|first.
Then he was a farmer.
Then he had a lemon ranch.
It was the poorest lemon ranch|in California, I can assure you.
He sold it before|they found oil on it.
Then he was a grocer.
But he was a great man
because he did his job.
And every job counts|up to the hilt,
regardless of what happens.
Nobody will ever write a book,|probably, about my mother.
Well, I guess|all of you would
say this|about your mother.
My mother was a saint.
And I think of her,
two boys dying|of tuberculosis,
and seeing each of them die.
And when they died-
Yes, she will have no books|written about her.
But she was a saint.
Now, however,|we look to the future.
I remember something, uh,|Theodore Roosevelt wrote
when his first wife died
in his twenties.
He thought the light|had gone from his life forever.
But he went on, and he|not only became president,
but as an ex-president,|he served his country,
always in the arena,|tempestuous, strong,
sometimes right,|sometimes wrong.
But he was a man.
And as I leave,
that's an example I think|all of us should remember.
See, we think sometimes|when, uh,
things happen|that don't go the right way;
we think that when someone|dear to us dies,
uh, when we lose|an election
or when we suffer defeat,
that all is ended.
It's only a beginning,|always,
because the greatness comes,|not when things go always good for you,
but the greatness comes
when you're really tested,
when you take some knocks,|some disappointments,
when sadness comes.
Because only if you've been|in the deepest valley
can you ever know|how magnificent it is
to be on the highest mountain.
So I say to you on this occasion,
we leave, proud of the people|who have stood by us
and worked for us and served|this government and this country.
We want you to continue|to serve in government,
if that is what you wish.
Remember,|always give your best.
Never get discouraged.
Never be petty.
Always remember,|others may hate you.
But those who hate you|don't win unless you hate them.
And then,|you destroy yourself.
And so we leave with high hopes|and good spirits
and with deep humility.
And I say to each|and every one of you,
not only will we always|remember you,
but always you will be
in our hearts.
And you'll be
in our prayers.
And only then will you find|what we Quakers call
'peace at the center. '
He gave of|Himself with intelligence and energy
and devotion to duty.
Richard Nixon was buried|and honored by five presidents
on April 26, 1994,
less than a year after his|beloved wife, Pat, had died.
Nixon always maintained that|if he had not been driven from office,
the North Vietnamese would not|have overwhelmed the South in 1975.
In a sideshow, Cambodian society was|destroyed and mass genocide resulted.
The second half of the 20th century
will be known|as the age of Nixon.
In his absence,|Russia and the United States returned
to a decade of high-budget|military expansion and near war.
Nixon, who was pardoned|by President Ford,
lived to write six books
and travel the world|as an elder statesman.
For the remainder of his life,
he fought successfully|to protect his tapes.
The National Archives|spent 14 years
indexing and cataloging them.
Out of4, 000 hours,|60 hours have been made public.
I long to see you
Your rolling river
I long to see you
We're bound away
Across the wide
I long to see
Your smiling valley
Your rolling river
I long to see
Your smiling valley
We're bound away
Across the wide
'Tis seven long years|-Shenandoah
Since last I seen you|-Shenandoah
Oh, to hear
Your rolling river
'Tis seven long years|-Shenandoah
Since last I seen you|-Shenandoah
We're bound away
Across the wide
The wide Missouri
Oh, Shenandoah|I long to see you, I long to see you
You rolling river
I long to see you
We're bound away
Across the wide
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