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Liddy: Let me be clear.

To truly grasp
man's struggle for power,

we must begin
in the prehistoric sea.

That dark and merciless void.

It was eons before
the strongest among us

slithered out of the muck

to discover that the lessons of
darkness would continue on land.

Futility. Toil.

The mass of men spend
their days plowing stones.

But true immortality rests
in a pure and mighty will.

For history isn't written
by the feeble masses,

the pissants,

commies, the queers,
and the women.

It is written and rewritten by
soldiers carrying the banner of kings.

That is what it means
to be strong.

(Sizzling)

That is what it means
to be American.

That is what it means...

To be Nixon.

(Applause) (Upbeat music plays)

Garry: You know her as

one of the most outspoken
conservatives in Washington.

You've seen her
on Rowan & Martin's laugh-in

and the dinah shore show.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the wife of the attorney
general of the United States,

the infamous mouth of
the south, Martha Mitchell.

(Cheers and applause)

(Garry chuckles on TV)

Well, welcome, Mrs. Mitchell.

I hope you are ready to tell the
whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Well, if you're gonna
put me on the stand,

I better have my lawyer present.

(Both laughing)

Now, Martha,

I have heard the rumor
that your husband was made

the director of the committee
to re-elect the president.

Yes, and I am the secret weapon.

(Chuckles) / bet you are.
(Laughter)

Fuck, she is cheesy.

Martha Mitchell dressed up
like a holiday ham.

Nice smile, though.

Can dig on that smile.

And a orangutan.

Dean: She's an idiot and a lush.

Why are you leaving
all of a sudden?

Stay. We can watch
some password.

Oh, yeah? Do the thing...

Again. That sounds nice.

But my boss doesn't
exactly understand

the, uh, finer points
of the long lunch.

Oh, yeah? Who's your boss?

Mmm.

That is on a need-to-know basis.

Well, thank you.
It's fascinating.

(Laughter on TV) Oh, hold up.

You work for Nixon?

Oh, you're big-time.

You know, I knew it
the second I saw this place.

I thought to myself, "wow. This
guy right here, he's big-time-plus."

Well, you're the expert.
Who's your superior?

What? Who do you report
to at the white house?

Haldeman? Ehrlichman? Hess?

Colson? Atwater? Buchanan?
Chapin? Fleming?

You know a lot of people.

Honey, it's my job to network.

Among otherjobs.

At least you're at the oval.
(Scoffs)

You could be stuck with those
headless turkeys over at creep.

Creep's the committee
to re-elect...

The president.
I know what creep stands for.

I actually spend quite
a lot of time over there.

Cig? Ah! Yeah.

I used to work for the guy
who was gonna be

Nixon's new campaign chair.

Francesca: John-boy?

Oh, my god! You tell
him Francesca says hi.

You know John Mitchell, too?

Francesca: Sure I do.
He's a dear friend.

Hope he's keeping up with all
that spring cleaning over there.

(Coughs) Wait.

Spring clean? You...

(Upbeat music plays on TV)

You think (stutters) He...
Is he pushing people out?

I didn't say that.

I didn't not say it, either.

(Engine starts)

You are wanted.

You are essential.
You cannot be fired.

(Engine revs, tires squeal)

(Rock song playing)

Man: (Singing) Ooh!

(Singer shrieks)

(Singing) Went down on
the street where the faces shine

(car horn honks) (Tires screech)

Floatin' around on a real o-mind

(people shouting indistinctly)

I see a pretty thing

ain't no wall

I see a pretty thing

ain't no wall

no walls

no walls

no walls

(protestors clamoring)

Deep in thought...

(Engine revs, tires squeal)

A $52 phone call?

Who the fuck is
Martha talking to

at 2:00 in the morning
in Los Angeles?

Uh, Lloyd shearer at parade.
That would be my guess.

He's a known subversive leftist.

Cocksucker.

Not sure about that, sir, but I
can pull up his file if you'd like.

I was explicit with her.

No solo interviews
this close to the election.

(Grunts)

Any luck tracking down my wife?

Secretary: She hasn't returned
from her taping yet, sir.

But I have John Dean
here for you.

Oh, god.
Yeah, send the fucker in.

(Magruder grunts)

Dean, you flaxen-haired dog.
How you doing, buddy?

Yeah, good to see you.
You take a seat.

Dean. Dean: Sw

you look well.

So, uh, I was told you wanted
to see me about something.

Oh, yes. As you know, we're
gearing up for what promises to be

a grueling reelection campaign.

And as such, we are
currently reevaluating

certain select personnel.

"Reevaluating"?

Yeah, that's right.

Hey, tell me something. Where
do you see yourself in a year?

Where do... in a...

Hmm, that's a... (Chuckles)
That's a great question.

Well, let me start by saying,

I have very much valued
the opportunity

to help implement
the president's vision.

And I would urge you
to remember my loyalty

when considering
my continued service

in whatever capacity
that service might be needed,

uh, going forward

forthwith, in the future.

What the fuck
is that supposed to mean?

I think he thinks this is

some kind of spring-cleaning
situation, sir.

Wait, what? (Chuckles nervously)

So you're not recommending
that I be fired?

No. Gosh, no! No. We brought
you in here because we've...

We got a kind of
special opportunity for you.

Yeah. Oh. (Chuckles)

Wow. Okay. Um...

I assume you're aware of the intelligence
unit that was set up in the oval

after this whole
Pentagon papers fiasco?

Right. The plumbers.

Magruder: Yeah, that's right.

Uh, there's a CIA reject
named Howard hunt.

He's the main guy over there.

And they're currently
graduating from

rooting out leaks to, uh,
rat-fucking the democrats.

And there is a desire to enact

a similar operation

on the campaign side of things.

You mean you want to
set up an espionage unit.

Here, inside
the committee to re-elect,

to spy on the democrats?

Magruder: Oh, heavens, no, no.
Dean: No.

Espionage? That's a... that's...

That's a big...
That's a serious word.

No, we're talking about
simple intelligence gathering.

Isee. Um...

Nixon has 19 points on the dems.

The election is
practically in the bag.

Why would we risk
that kind of legal exposure?

Magruder: It's not ourjob
to ask why.

If men like us asked why,
we wouldn't have the pyramids.

Swollen wet vaginas.

We are good men.

We are men of integrity.

But we come

from our mother's swollen
wet vaginas with flaws.

And a time comes where we need
to employ those flaws

to defeat our enemy.

We must become snakes.

(Distant telephone ringing)

Isee, uh_.

Well, look...

I'm not sure that
it would be prudent for me

to pursue any

snake behavior for you

at this specific point in time.

(Distant telephone ringing)
Magruder: Hmm.

Shit. (Sighs)

Well, I'll tell the president.

Sorry, the... the president?

Who the fuck do you think
asked for you?

President Nixon asked for me?

Magruder: Well, to be clear, the
president would never involve himself

in anything illegal, but, yes.

Mitchell: It's a damn shame.

We thought maybe
you were one of us, but...

You can go.
(Telephone receiver clatters)

Diana, get Bob haldeman for me.

I think I may potentially
know how to charm the snake.

I think I know a guy.
Magruder: You know a guy?

I know a guy. Bud krogh's
guy, magruder: Oh.

Gordon something.

He'd be perfect

for an intelligence-gathering
operation of this scope.

He's high logistical savvy,
genius-level IQ, mensa type.

Sounds like our type.

Liddy. Gordon liddy.
That's his name.

Uh, Gordon liddy.

If you were to hire him,

say, as a general counsel,

I could get him settled in.

Show him the ropes.

And I could answer any

election-compliance questions
that he might have.

He's good, isn't he?
Didn't I say he's good?

(Intercom buzzes)
Diana: Mr. Mitchell?

I have your wife on the phone.

She says she's about to go
into a magazine interview.

Sick. Okay, get the fuck out.

What the two of you still doing?

Yes, sir. Mitchell: Go.
Go, go. (Clears throat)

Uh, thank you, sir.
Thank you, sir.

Martha marshmallow.

What's this I hear
about an interview?

(Telephone ringing)
Hey, Dean, deanl

hold on. One more thing.

We're gonna want, um,
your, uh, liddy friend

to wrangle up a little
presentation for the group,

just a run-through
of potential...

Mitchell: Martha,
you are not listening...

Intelligence gathering,
you know.

(Whispers)
Espionage targets. Right.

So, uh, next Thursday
morning. Isthatokay?

Next Thursday? It's
a little tight, I know,

but Mitchell, he's stretched
so thin with the, you know, wife.

I've told you,
no solo interviews

that haven't gone
through the campaign.

Martha, what did I tell you?
80 Thursday?

Hmm, yeah. Oh, absolutely.
No problem.

Terrific. Terrific,
deano! Fabulous.

Martha? Martha!

(Camera shutter clicks)

Photographer: Right there.

(Martha chuckles softly,
clears throat)

Oh, why, thank you, dear.

And could you please get
a Martini for miss mclendon?

Oh, no. No, thank you.

I... I don't usually drink
with my interview subjects.

Mr. Mccord here, he doesn't
drink on the job, either.

I don't trust him one bit.

(Camera shutter clicks)
Uh, with a twist.

Maid: Mm-hmm. Thank you.

Martha: Now, where were we?

Winnie: Uh, well, I was ask...
Oh, have I shown you my vases?

They're Chinese.

Yes. Uh, I was asking if
there's any truth to the talk

that your ease with the press

has soured your relationship
with the president.

A vicious rumor.

I am the one who introduced
dick to my husband.

So there's no concern that
you're overshadowing Nixon?

You make me sound like
an old oak tree.

Would you ask such
a question to kissinger?

With all due respect,

kissinger doesn't have
a 76% name recognition

with American families. You do.

Well, someone should tell that
to pat Nixon.

She has been double-booking
our events to make a point.

Just this week, I had to
reschedule a fundraiser

just to satisfy her lust
for the spotlight.

(Camera shutter clicks)
Photographer: Right on.

Let's get the vase in the
frame now, and the portrait.

This won't be the first time
I had to be glamorous

under my husband.
(Chuckles softly)

Winnie: Uh, Mrs. Mitchell,

just because I write for
the ladies' home journal

doesn't mean that
this isn't a real interview.

A couple months ago,
you spoke out against the war.

And I'm wondering
ifyourhusband or the president...

(Gasps) Oh, you spoil me.

Look at that. Thank you.

There you are.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Winnie... may I call you winnie?

Sure.

You wanna know why I've made
these comments against the war?

Well, it's because
my own boy, Jay,

is over there
in that godforsaken jungle

fighting for his life
as we speak,

surrounded by men
who are trying to kill him.

Do you know what that's like?

Just constantly worried that
he might not make it home?

Oh, dear. Who is it for you?

My little brother. He's...

I see.

We are empathetic creatures.

Yes.

Now, some people see that
as a weakness.

But I decided long ago
that I will say how I feel.

And if that does not conform to
the president's message, so be it.

If that gets me banned offair
force one, I will fly commercial.

(Inhales sharply)

So you were banned
from air force one?

(Chuckling) Oh, you're good.

I do want to hear that story.

You got that. (Door opens)

We can get back to
the real questions.

Mitchell: Martha? Where
are you? (Door slams)

We're in the sitting
room, cupcake.

Mccord! Where's mccord?

Yes, sir.

Would you kindly escort
these people

the fuck out of my home?

Mccord: Mm-hmm.
Martha: Oh, I'm so sorry.

Winnie: That's okay.
Martha: Thank you for coming.

Sorry. Thank you.
No, thank you so much.

(Ice cubes clinking)

(Door opens)

Haveyou goneinsane?

I told you,
no more print interviews.

Oh, it's a ladies' magazine.

They were asking me about
the curtains, for Christ's sake.

I know exactly
what you're doing.

You're just trying to take
the spotlight from pat Nixon.

I would never. Let me do this.

Do... do you really think that
she, in a million years,

would plan her concert

just to be on the same night
as your party?

It's a fundraiser,

for her husband's campaign,
by the way.

And, yes, I think
she absolutely meant to do it.

Oh, it's a misunderstanding.

The bay of pigs
was a misunderstanding.

This is an encroachment.

Oh, for fuck's sake. (Sighs)

Ihadto reorganize everything.

The caterer, the flowers,

all because you don't know
how to stand up to your boss' wife.

At least pat Nixon knows
how to support herhusband.

(Scoffs) That's not
what I heard.

Maybe if she stopped
talking behind my back,

she might find a more fruitful
use for that mouth of hers.

Are you implying
that the first lady

isn't blowing
her husband enough?

What? No!

You're disgusting.

She wouldn't know
where to start.

But I do.

I know right where to sta...

Okay, stop it. Stop it.

Don't I? Stop it, Martha.
I'm really angry this time.

All right.

(Whispering) I'm sorry.

How can I make it up to you?

That'll be enough.
You can stand down.

Yes, sir.

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

I thought he'd never leave.

(Chuckles) (Moans)

Welcome home. (Moans, kisses)

(Martha chuckles)

(Both chuckle)
(Martha shrieks, laughs)

He should be done with his
call any moment now, Mr. Liddy.

Are you sure
you don't need anything?

No, thank you.

What's your name?

Uh, Linda.

Gordon. (Chuckles) I'm
so sorry to keep you waiting.

Great to meet you. Finally
put a face to the name.

You ready? Let's walk.

These pitches always wind me up.

You nervous?

Oh, I don't experience
human neuroses.

I actually feed off
these moments.

There's a wild and manic
energy to them, animal energy.

Hmm.

Ouch. (Chuckles)
What happened there?

I was sourcing
operational recruits...

Cubans.

I needed to show them that I
am what the Spanish call macho.

So I placed my hand into the...

The short flame of a candle
and held it there

until the room smelled of
roasting flesh.

Only then were they willing
to call me theirjefe.

(Chuckles softly)
(Elevator dings)

Liddy: Gentlemen, as you know,

our president faces
a daunting campaign season.

For that reason, I've devised
a plan for covert operations,

the likes of which our electoral
system has never seen.

I present you...

Operation gemstone.

The gemstone,

brilliant, sparkling,

impervious.

I have crafted
an integrated strategy

meant to function seamlessly
in enemy territoire.

Phase one...

Operation quartz.

A covert manipulation...
Oh, quartz...

Uh, quartz
is actually a mineral.

Excuse me?

Uh, quartz is actually
a mineral.

It's not a gemsto...

I took a little geology
at, uh, Williams,

which I briefly attended.

But I... I just love rocks.
Please proceed.

Operation quartz,

a covert manipulation of
the democrats' outer circle.

We will round up
their fringe activist leaders

and export them to black sites
deep in the heart of Mexico.

Each capture will slice a
viper from medusa's crown.

Their leaderless ranks
will wither away.

Is that "export" as in kidnap?

"Forced rendition"
is the optimal descriptor.

Next up... (Paper rustles)

Operation Ruby,

the blood-red gem
of a duplicitous woman.

The democrats are weak,
their women cold.

We will secure a pleasure craft

wired for sight and sound

and sailed to the Democratic
national convention,

where we will capture
their officials

enjoying the company of women
trained in the erotic arts,

some of the finest
in the country.

You want to film

Democratic officials

on a boat with hookers?

Call it a passion play
for opposition leverage, sir.

Just out of curiosity,
how many of these gemstones

are we going to be
reviewing today?

Eleven. With four subparts.

And, uh, how much is this
all gonna cost?

We're looking at a price point

between $50,000
and $100,000 apiece.

Right. Just finger math,

that's way overbudget, sir,
astonishingly so.

And that will not
be a problem, young man.

Oh, good.

Liddy: I do hope you
gentlemen have had a chance

to brush up
on your 2 corinthians,

because, well,

this is where we
get to play god.

My pitches are too ambitious?

(Shouts)

Who in the fresh hell
does Mitchell think he is?

You see the way he looked at
me when all was said and done?

(Stammering) Uh, no.
I didn't catch that.

I'll tell you,
like a rat at his feet.

It was like vomit.
That's how he looked at me.

You know, those guys can be
very indelicate, uh, sometimes.

I wouldn't take it
too personally.

And magruder,
that little pissant...

(Breathing heavily)

"Quartz is a mineral."

He's lucky I didn't snap his
spine right in the fucking room.

(Glass shatters)

Dean: Um...

(Breathing heavily)

What did you think?

What?

Of the pitch,
what did you think?

You can tell me.
I'm... I can take it.

What did I think?
(Stammers) I really liked it.

I... I knew it!

I saw your body language
in the room, and I knew...

I knew Dean liked it. What
was your favorite part?

Dean: My favorite? Um...

Gosh, you know, th...
There were a lot of elements.

You know, I loved the... the
cheerful font was very interesting.

I did the font. I came
up with the font. Great.

Yeah, look, let me
pitch you something.

How about you and I never talk
about this ever again,

ideahy?

Okay, compadre.

Enough said.

(Big band music playing)

I do. I really like this one.

I think that's nice, dear.

(Continues indistinctly)

Woman: (Singing) Let's fly away

(laughter)

And find a land
that's warm and tropic

Martha: We are in for a night.

Mitchell: You.

Whenever he has on tails,
this happens.

It does. Whenever
you put on yourtahs_.

(Chuckles) It makes you crazy.

It's daddy dancing time.
Martha: (Laughing) Aw.

And find a land
that's so provincial

we 7! Never hear
what Walter winchell

might be forced to say

Martha: I need a zip here
when you're done, Fred Astaire.

Yes, ma'am. I think we can
take care of your mother now.

Martha: Shimmy it up.

Ooh. (Both chuckle)

There it is. Look at that neck.

There's a tiny little hook.

Now, that's a neck. That's...

That's a neck I'd like to neck.

(Laughter)

I can't get that...

(Speaks indistinctly)

Martha: Lovely. Love you.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Indistinct chatter continues)

(Sighs)

Woman: (Singing)
I'll make your life sublime

pat sure has made a statement
seating us back here.

I can't see a thing.

And, honey, you know
it was no accident.

Woman: (Singing)
I'll take up all your time

compromising you

let's not delay...

Male host: And now,
ladies and gentlemen,

the president
and Mrs. Nixon present

the ray conniff singers.

(Applause)

Woman: (Singing)
New York is not for me

let's fly away

President Nixon,

stop bombing human beings,

animals, and vegetation.

You go to church on sundays,

and you pray to Jesus Christ.

If Jesus Christ
were here tonight,

you would not dare
drop another bomb.

Bless the berrigans
and bless Daniel ellsberg.

Get her off the stage!

(Crowd booing)

(Applause)

Host: Sorry about that,
Mr. President.

Looks like someone needs to
go back to finishing school.

(Laughter)
Let's move along, shall we?

Ladies...

(Indistinct chatter)

(Upbeat music playing)

Maureen?

Hey, John Dean.

Hi. I am so sorry I'm late.

Mo: That's fine.

It's not
some first-date power move.

You know, things have been
nuts at work...

You know what? It's mo.
Traffic and... what?

You can just call me mo.

Uh, the dating service
suggested that I use Maureen...

Oh, mo...'Cause I guess
that people would make...

Like the stooges?
A stooges joke.

(Imitates goofy chuckling)
What? Oh.

So sorry.

You're doing the stooges...
I didn't... no, I remember.

(Chuckles)

Good. Yes.

Stooges. Um, so...

Hi, hello. How are you know?
Now, I'm gonna give you these.

It's for the, uh, dijon
Porsche out front.

Now, there's not a scratch
on it right now.

And that's how I want to find
her when I come back, okay?

I'm gonna take
special care of you, okay?

Mm-hmm. Thank you so much.

Man: Your table's ready.

All right. Thank you.

Mele kaliki maka.
That's the thing to say.

In blood, chained to the door
of county animal control,

and I am screaming, "no
more pets have to die!"

I'm sorry. (Softly) "No
more pets have to die."

And then 20
minutes later, I, uh...

I find out I... I have
the wrong address,

and I am chained to the
dentist's office next door.

No! (Both laughing)

I guess I was a... a
young man with conviction.

So what can I say?

You know, it's embarrassing
to even think about it.

No, no, it's so cute.

(Indistinct chatter)

You know, I'll be honest,
at the start of the night, I...

I thought I was in real trouble.

Oh. (Chuckles) Why is that?

Well, I don't want
to burst your bubble,

but you don't exactly make
the best first impression.

Yeah. Are you serious?

You seemed like you were
gonna be a huge piece of shit.

Oh. (Clears throat)

Well, that's funny,
because you kind of seemed

stuck up and weird.

No, I didn't.

You're right.

You seemed
great from the beginning.

(Romantic jazz music plays)

So what's a stewardess from la

doing on a...
A DC. Dating service?

I'm doing research.

I'm thinking
of doing some writing.

You want to be a journalist.

Mm.

Someone didn't read
my profile too closely.

Well, I...
I want to write novels.

Romantic novels. Oh.

Oh?

Stop it. It's nothing smutty.

No, no, no, that's...
That's fantastic.

But, um, why D.C.?

I mean, people come here
for depth...

No, I really like it here.

You do? I don't know.

People come here to make
a difference in the world.

Well... it's nice.

I mean, god, I'm not naive.

I know, everybody has
to make compromises.

And, well, you probably know
that better than anyone.

What do you mean by that?

Come on. You know...

I'm... I'm not sure I do.

I mean, um,
it just must be difficult

working for a man like that.

A man like what?

A man like Richard Nixon.
(Scoffs)

He's just a little bit
of a liar, don't you think?

Oh, right.

And you think lbj
was some kind of boy scout?

Well, Nixon really takes it
to a whole other level.

How so?

Uh, the stuff about ending
the war, for one thing.

He was drawn down troop levels
by two-thirds

since he's been in office.

I saw on the news
he's increased bombings.

Did the news also mention
that he signed title ix

or established the
environmental protection agency?

Wow.

You've really talked yourself
into this, haven't you?

Talked myself into what?

Maybe this wasn't

the best topic of
conversation to bring up...

No, no, no, no, no, no_.
We don't have... John...

What about you?
What... what about you?

What about me?

Oh, come on. Uh...

You're just like
all your liberal friends.

You... you playact like
you want to save the world,

when all you really care about
is finding a guy

with enough bread
to pick up the check.

(Chuckles derisively)

Waitress: Hope you guys saved
room for the baked Alaska.

Mitchell: I must have
been drunk when I said that.

Now I've got dick calling me

'cause he's got kissinger
up his ass again.

I should have said no to dick

the second he asked me to
come play politics out here.

Should have stayed in new
York. Could have kept my practice.

Hmm. We'd still have
our house upstate.

Remember when we used to drink

a whole bottle
of BlackBerry wine

and watch the moon
rise over the bay?

I miss those nights. Mm.

(Gasps) I've got an idea.

Let's catch a flight somewhere.

We'll go to China,
India, New York.

Dick needs me, honey bear.
You know that.

The man's an emotional wreck.

Without me, he wouldn't get
through to November.

Of course. Don't know
what I was thinking.

(Telephone rings)

Hello?

Martha: Winnie, honey.

You won't believe
the night I've had,

a protester crashed...

Martha?

The first lady's
miserable social evening.

Jesus, what time is it?

Poor woman. They had to
drag her right off the stage.

Winnie:
How did you get my number?

Of course, my husband had to
leave me alone the whole night

'cause he's busy playing
the middleman

in this silly feud

the president's got going
with Henry.

Winnie: Henry?

As in, like...

Henry kissinger?

I really shouldn't say.

(Wood creaking)

Father. May I?

Raymond, what are you doing up?

I was having bad dreams again.

Are you okay, father?

Had a little whoopsie today
at work.

What kind ofwhoopsie?

(Exhales deeply) Remember
when you were in art class

and miss grimmer caught
you eating all the other kids' glue

and all the other kids
laughed at you?

All the other kids laughed
at me today, Raymond.

Sometimes,

when the other boys
at school laugh at me,

mother says I should make
friends with them.

She says there are good ships

and wood ships

and ships that sail the sea,

but the best ships
are friendships.

(Telephone ringing)
Linda, would you put in a call

to, uh, ah,
Harry Welch at the faa?

Have him send us any information

he has on a registered flight
attendant, Maureen Kane.

Oh, and, uh, liddy
should be here any minute

for the meeting.
Uh, liddy's already here.

He arrived over a half hour ago.

He's already here? Where is he?

Mitchell's office.

Jesus. Yoummntmetogom

I'm so sorry.

Are they in there?

(Laughter)

Speak of the devil,
and he doth appear.

What's the matter, Dean?
You look like you just got caught

butt-fucking your sister.

I don't have a... a sister, sir.

Are we celebrating something?

Wow, sharp as a tack.
Tell him, liddy.

Liddy: I ran into
Mr. Mitchell this morning

on the way into the office.

I had a few rough ideas
for pared-down operations,

sketches really.

Mitchell:
Ah, don't beat yourself up.

We made some adjustments.

It was all you, Mr. Mitchell.

He helped me come up with
a whole new operation plan.

This man truly knows
his tradecraft.

Sir, are you sure
it's wise to be, um,

casually discussing illicit
activities in your office?

Teacher's here. Fun's over.

(Chuckles) Dean: Well, no.

(Groans)

Gordo, fabulous work.

Just, uh, talk to Jeb.

He'll take care
of the logistics with you.

Liddy: Thank you, sir.

Well, whatever you told
that chowderhead

to get him to drop the
James Bond act, it worked.

Well, I just, uh, showed him
how to be a team player, sir.

Hmm. Tell you what.

My wife is doing a campaign
fundraiser at our house Saturday.

Why don't you come by?

You know?
For all your hard work.

I'd be honored, sir.

And bring a date,
something nice on the eyes.

Right. Okay.

(Clears throat)

(Indistinct chatter)

What the hell? Go, go, go.

Mo. Hey. (Chuckles)
I can't believe it.

I was just about
to check in for my flight.

And I was thinking,
what are the odds

I'd run into mo Kane
at the airport?

And here you are. That is crazy.

Huh, how did you find me?

Well, I just... I saw you
coming up the thing.

Where's your ticket? Excuse me?

You said you were
checking in for your flight.

You should have a ticket.

Oh, right, ticket.

Um, that...
That is a very good...

Oh, you know, shoot,
I must have thrown it

in the trash with my food there.

Um, I have to get a new one now.

Do you know the lady?
Maybe you can...

You little psychopath.

What?

(Giggles) Did you call the faa?

Call the...

(Chuckling) No. What? No.

Why would I...
Why would I do that?

To find out my flight schedule

so you could manufacture
a way to bump into me

in the futile hope you could
apologize your way into a second date.

Has this... has this
happened to you before?

It's a pilot trick.

I have to say, it's never felt
quite so pathetic until now.

Mo. Wait, please.

John. Please.

You seem very nice.

Do you know what it is?
I am looking for a man.

And I can't waste my time
with little boys anymore.

I know I was an asshole
the other night.

Mm-hmm. But I want
to make it up to you.

There's this fundraiser
next weekend,

and everyone who's anyone
in DC. Is gonna be there.

You want to take me
to a republican fundraiser?

It'll be great material
for your novel.

And besides, we don't have
to talk to anybody.

We can just sit
in the corner all night,

drinking John Mitchell's
scotch, making fun of people...

Um, John Mitchell?
Martha Mitchell's husband?

Yeah. Why? You... you like her?

She's completely insane.
(Chuckles)

I love her.

So you will go with me?

Um, I'm gonna think about it.

I'm gonna see when the
airline has me back in DC...

Thursday. I... I mean...

I hope they have you back
on Thursday

because that would be, uh...
That would be perfect timing.

Holy shit, man.

Do you have my number?
Leave it with the faa.

(Chuckles)

(Telephones ringing)

(Chuckles)

Ahoy! Oh! Ha-ha!

What the...

Mitchell sent me
down to inform you

he's approved of my plans.

Now, before you fill
your diaper,

you'll be relieved to know
that I've trimmed the budget

to a manageable quarter million.

Hey, well, that's fantastic
news. That's great.

Uh, only problem is, um,

Mitchell doesn't control the
purse strings around here.

I do.

So you're gonna have to
make do with $200,000.

Thats_. That's all we got.

Do you think this is a joke?

Magruder: No.

This operation requires

untraceable foreign contractors.

I need at least five Cubans.

Cubans? Well, I mean,

how expensive
are Cubans these days?

What... just get cheaper
Cubans. How about Puerto Ricans?

Hmm.

You've never tasted
your own blood.

Pardon me? You haven't. Ah...

I can tell. You know that?

You don't know the
first thing about passion,

about El sangre de libertad.

But you know who does?

Those magnificent men
you just maligned.

Yeah. Liddy: They know.

God, I got to tell you,

I... I don't appreciate
your tone, gordo.

They are freedom fighters,
you fuck!

Please let go of me,
you psychopath.

You prep-school sissies
think that you own the world,

but you don't.

The natural world rejects you.

You taste your blood now,
don't you?

(Distant elevator bell dings)

Bean-counting Ivy league fag.

Rough day?

Never thought I'd encounter
a bureaucracy

more stocked with vipers
than the FBI.

A thousand petty tyrannies.

You're a bureau man?

Five years strong. You?

CIA.

I've always admired hoover.

They don't make them
like him anymore.

I agree.

Jim mccord.

Liddy, general counsel.

Liddy,

fella who burnt himself
with a candle, right?

(Chuckles softly)

Gaius scaevola would be proud.

Hero of Rome.

Soldier.

Soldier.

(Doorbell buzzes)

Oh, hi. (Chuckles)

Great shirt.

Mo, he's here.

Smells good in there.

I, uh, smoked
a little grass myself,

back in college.

Wow. You...

You look...

Thank you.
Anything for Martha Mitchell.

(Chuckles)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Upbeat jazz music plays)

(Both chuckle)

All right.

(Door opens)

Man: Welcome, sir, ma'am.

Foryou. Oh, thank you.

Both: Cheers.

John. Oh, hi. Hey.

How's it going? Hello. Hi.

You have blood on your hands.

Look who it is. See? Oh, my god.

Want to go say hi?
Yes, I want to say hi.

She looks amazing.
Martha: So gorgeous.

I want to get a picture.

Excuse me, Mrs. Mitchell.

Uh, my name is John Dean.
I work with your husband.

Oh, Mr. Dean. Yes, my husband
speaks very highly of you.

Say hello to Mr. Dean,
buttercup.

Hello. Hi.

Martha: Hmm. We're
working on her volume.

Who is this vision in blue?

Maureen Kane.
It's an honor to...

I'm a huge fan.
(Martha chuckles)

Thank you.

May I say the two of you
make a striking couple.

Oh, we're not really...

That's so sweet of you.
Thank you so much.

Thank you. Thank you.

All right, Mrs. Mitchell,
right over here.

Martha: Oh. Picture?

Are we getting in? Oh, my...

(Camera shutter clicks)
Thank you.

Martha: Mm-hmm.

Enjoy yourselves.
Nice to meet you.

80 nice to meet you. Thank you.

Hmm.

(Elegant jazz music plays)

Okay, who are they,
the buzz cuts?

Oh, that?

Uh, that's the president's
chief of staff.

On the right, Bob haldeman.
Mo: Okay.

Dean: On the left
is John ehrlichman.

And nobody gets to Nixon
except through them.

They call them the Berlin wall.

Hmm.

The Berlin wall, huh?

Hmm. Hmm.

Wait, where you going?

Mo. No. Mo. Mo. Mo, mo.

Now mcgovern's got James
Taylor and Barbra Streisand

stumping for him,

as if the voters
are going to be swayed

by a couple of moderately
fuckable socialists.

(Light laughter)

I'm a big Streisand fan.
What's wrong with her?

(Scoffs) Excuse me?
Uh, sorry, you... you are?

I'm mo Kane.
I think you know my date.

John Dean, sir.

I got a haircut.

Yes, that's it. Right.

My apologies
if John caused any offense

with the Streisand thing, ma'am.

Oh, god. Hey, as a... a
member in good standing

of the league of moderately
fuckable socialists,

I accept your apology.
(Light laughter)

Where did you find
this one, Dean?

She's alive one. (Laughs)

Uh, by the way, Bob, I've
been meaning to, uh, thank you

for conveying that message
from potus on my behalf.

Mitchell told me about
the, uh, president's request

that I come help with the
election compliance operations

over at creep.

Oh, uh, I'm... I'm sorry.

I've never spoken about you
with the president

or really anyone else
for that matter.

Word of advice,

learn to recognize a snake
when you see one.

Hmm.

(Mitchell laughing)

Mo: Oh, god.
John, this party is crazy.

Ehrlichman is a fascist.

He wants to nuke all of Asia.
Everyone's so evil here.

I'm having so much fun.
What's wrong?

You okay? It's
nothing. We should go.

No, we just got here.

Dean: I'll get our coats.
Oh, okay.

(Indistinct chatter)

Uh, sir, kissinger's office
justcahed.

They've been trying to
reach you for the past hour.

In regards to what?

Magruder: Apparently
your wife spoke out

about some sort of feud
he's having with the president.

Mitchell: What the fuck?

(Pounding on door) Martha.

God as my witness, woman,

I will cancel
your diners club card

if you don't open
this door right now.

What? What do you want?

You want to berate me
in front of our guests?

Oh, fuck me! Jesus!

(Breathing heavily) Ah.

I mean...

Sorry.

You okay? I hate
this stupid dress.

My mom had it made for me.

I look like little Bo-peep.
(Chuckles)

You want a doublemint?

No, thanks.

Cigarette?

Martha: It's just
an interview, for god's sake.

It's not the end of the world.

You had to mention kissinger,
like I need more enemies.

"Martha Mitchell bares all."

Is this some kind of
retribution for the other night

'cause I didn't just
drop everything

and whisk Martha off to some
foreign land or wherever the fuck?

Yeah. So you... you
do know I have feelings.

You just choose to ignore them.

I see. I'm sure if he asked
to go on vacation,

you'd have your bags
packed in one hour.

He's my boss.

He's your life.

You roll over
for him day and night.

Mitchell: My god. My god.
What is the draw, really?

Tell me. The subservience...
That's enough.

Is it that he makes you feel
like a big man,

makes you feel wanted?
That's enough, Martha.

(Laughing) I mean,
your dick must look so big

in his tiny hands.

(Martha gasps)

(Mitchell breathing shakily)

Look, let's just both
take a breath.

You take a fucking breath.

My mama slaps me
harder than that.

(Breathes deeply)

Mitchell:
You're a... you're a pig!

All day... (Loud thud)

(Arguing continues)

Mitchell: Nobody cares
what you think!

(Indistinct arguing continues)

They used to like each other
before we moved here.

Now everything's just terrible.

I hate parties.
I hate all of these people.

How old are you?

Eleven and a half.

What you need
is an exit strategy.

You can petition
for emancipation at 16.

Seems a little extreme.

(Chuckles)

(Indistinct arguing continues)

And that isn't?

Do you have a business card?

(Chuckles)

I will represent you pro bono.

I'd get started now,

but, uh, I'm a little busy
with the president.

My mom says Nixon's dogshit.

Honestly, I wouldn't know.

I've never even met the guy.

(Clicks tongue)

You ready? Yeah.

(Indistinct arguing continues)

The election is in eight
fucking months, Martha.

You can just keep your
mouth shut for eight months,

we'll be fine.

Get another wife
if you want a silent one

or marry that portrait
I had made for you,

which you never thanked
me for, by the way.

You want to know
the truth, Martha?

There's no conspiracy
against you.

There's no collusion
hiding in the shadows.

People just don't like you.

That's why we can't fly
on air force one.

Oh, and those journalists that
you call in the middle of night,

they're not your friends.

They just can't take their
eyes off a good show.

(Exhales sharply)

(Door opens)

(Door slams)

(Sighs)

Bob haldeman sees my name
on six memos a day.

Has no fucking idea who I am.

Oh, important people
are only as important

as the rest of us make them.

Just don't give them that power.

You're very wise.

You sound surprised.

(Scoffs)

These fucking people.

Think it's a good thing
you're not like those people.

You're better than them.

You barely know me.
That is true.

But I do know you
well enough to know

that you're
a good person deep down,

even when no one's watching.

But then I also know
that you used the faa

to find out my flight schedule,
which is a huge red flag,

but it did show
uncanny initiative.

And I know your dirty secret.

In the moments when you shut up,

you actually know how to listen.

Wait, I know how to shut up.
Stop talking.

Wha... stop fucking talking.

I'm stopping.

(Keys jingle)

Which one's your house?
(Both chuckle)

(Vacuum whirring)

(Lighter clicks)

Martha: I met
a young couple tonight.

Reminded me of a long time ago,

being at the beginning
of something.

I'm sorry, I didn't know
anybody was out here.

That's quite all right.

Would you happen
to have a cigarette?

Thank you. (Lighter clicks)

I hope I'm not out of line
here, Mrs. Mitchell, but...

I wanted to tell you that I read

your ladies' home journal
interview.

There aren't many honest
people left in this town.

Ibeheve you're one of them.

Well, thank you.

Mccord, wasn't it?

Yes, ma'am, James mccord.

I appreciate you, James mccord.

(Chuckles)

(Sighs) Ma'am.

Mitchell: Mm.

(Stammers) Fetch the sugar
for me, would you, dear?

California?

We got a couple of
fundraisers out there.

I thought it'd give you a chance

to try on
that new swimsuit of yours.

The one with the cutouts?

I don't know if that's
appropriate for a public beach.

Well,

maybe you and I could find

something a bit more

secluded.

I want to go to boarding school.

(Typewriter keys clac king)

Mo: You know, John,

whatever it is
they're making you do,

you don't have to do it.

Just saying
you always have a choice.

(Indistinct chatter)

Oh, I'm sorry.
Mr. Mitchell's out for the day.

But you can leave that
on his desk if you'd like.

Right. (Telephone rings)

Diana: Mr. Mitchell's office.

(Sighs)

Diana: Mr. Dean,

uh, I can hold on
to that if you want.

Give it to Mr. Mitchell
personally when he comes in.

Don't worry about the letter.
(Chuckles)

It was a false alarm.

Liddy: The names of great men
are etched in the halls of power.

I'll see myself out.

Liddy: Napoleon...

Thank you.

Liddy: Alexander, charlemagne.

But who will tell our stories
when we're gone?

Who will sing our songs?

For not all men who change
the world are remembered.

(Speaking Spanish)

Liddy: Most are lost,
like embers in a fire.

Some worship
at the boot of power,

weak against the tide
of human frailty.

I know your spot right there.

Liddy: Others are born
to be forgotten,

reaching for a greatness
they can never fully grasp.

There she is, machos,
our destiny.

(Speaks Spanish)

El Watergate.

Liddy: But make no mistake.

A triumphant will
is what binds us

to those creatures
from the prehistoric sea.

And with it, we can alter
the course of human history.

(Breathing heavily)

(Sizzling) Ow!

(Somber
instrumental music playing)