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Y'all gonna just stand around,

or you wanna ask
me some questions?

Dad got fired from his
job at the White House.

We can move anywhere.

Daddy did not get fired.

Mitchell will be the one
holding the bag, trust me.

Probably be happy
to go to prison

to get away from Martha.

Conspiracy to commit burglary

and wiretapping.

I sentence you to
the maximum penalty

allowable under federal law.

We'll reconvene in
two months' time

to formalizing sentencing.

You ever threaten
to squeal again,

it'll be the last
time you ever squeal.

Pat Gray is feeding me
their reports, okay?

You satisfied?

Oh, director of the
FBI. Very impressive.

It's only a matter of time

before they figure
out what's going on.

Maybe it's the routine
that scares me.

I just want you to know

I can't imagine the rest
of my life without it.

My own boy, Jay, is over there

fighting for his
life as we speak.

- Who is it for you?
- My little brother.

I'm a doer. I don't just
sit around and do nothing.

And if you don't do
your own talking,

someone is gonna do it
for you in this town.

Should the Nixon administration

be afraid of you,
Mrs. Mitchell?

Well, I think you know
the answer to that.

Attagirl, Martha.

Good afternoon.

Uh, the president would
like to assure the public

that when it comes
to illicit profit

from land deals in California,
uh, he has nothing to hide,

uh, despite what leftist
Democrats might allege.

On the contrary, the president

has paid his full
and normal tax load,

just like any citizen.

Therefore, an examination
of his personal taxes

at this point feels
like a political ploy

and is simply not necessary.

Any further update
on the subject

will come through
official channels, uh,

before you hear it in the
secretarial pool at The Post.

And with that, I'd
like to open it up

to any questions.

- Mr. Ziegler.
- Over here.

Helen.

Yes, I was wondering
if the White House

has any comments
on the accusations

currently being levied
against the president...

Yeah, now uh, before you
go any further, Helen.

Uh, I have been made aware

that there is a certain
citizen individual

who has gotten herself
some attention,

uh, in the press as of late...

Martha Mitchell.

Well, I'm not naming
any names, Helen.

Um, but I would just like to say

that we all have
a certain nature,

something to which
we must adhere.

And the nature of this
particular individual

has been rather
bellicose and unreliable.

Please welcome a woman
who's fast becoming

the biggest thorn in
Richard Nixon's side

since Pat shoved him
into the rose garden...

the captivating, controversial,

undeniable Martha Mitchell.

Mike, you make me sound
like a best seller.

Now, Martha, you
are the first person

that I'm aware of
to publicly accuse

the president of responsibility
for the Watergate break-in.

Pretty sure I won't be the last.

But Mrs. Mitchell's making
some very grave accusations

against the president.

I would be remiss to point out

that they are accusations
that no one else has made.

President Nixon
has been re-elected

by a landslide.

♪ Sitting Cross-legged
on the floor ♪

Will you marry me?

♪ Twenty-five Or
six to four... ♪

I, Richard Nixon,
do solemnly swear

I will faithfully
execute the office

of president of
the United States.

You also accused the president

of ordering your alleged
imprisonment in California.

Yes, I do, and I-I also believe

that the president is attempting

to leave my husband holding
the bag for his dirty tricks,

and I won't let that happen.

You always speak your
mind on our show, Martha.

- We really appreciate that.
- I do. I speak my mind.

I am a Southern woman.
We speak our minds.

We talk. I never stop talking.

I bet your husband
just loves that.

He takes it in stride.

♪ Wanting just To
stay awake... ♪

What?

They're admirers.

Jimmy, it's been so long,

I was beginning to think
we weren't friends anymore.

♪ Should I try To
do some more... ♪

What you hearing at The
Tribune these days, anyway?

I don't think the woman's
in her right mind.

She might call
herself a Republican,

but she's not one of us.

She's a truth teller.

Well, look at what they did

to poor Dorothy Hunt?

She was on that horrible
plane that crashed,

and then they found
$10,000 cash on her.

Seeing as how this
person cannot be stopped

or reasoned with in any way,

uh, the White House
harbors the fervent hope

that she can avail herself
of familial comfort

and professional help.

Oh!

What do you say about the rumors

out of the White House that
you've struggled with alcohol?

I say a rumor is just
a lie without a home.

She's a lush and
a pill popper too.

She's got problems
emotionally and whatnot,

but, um, who doesn't?

They were the ones
that stonewalled

Wright Patman's committee
in the House last October.

Well, then I can be your source,

'cause I'm telling
you it's factual.

Oh, you know what I
forgot to ask you?

Did you get those Hummels
I sent after the wedding?

And you stated
elsewhere that your goal

is to take down Nixon.

But the president's approval
numbers just keep climbing.

If the American people

knew half of what I do
about their government,

they wouldn't have
much to approve of.

So Mrs. Mitchell's behavior

isn't getting to the first
lady or the president,

as has been reported?

Do you hear yourself when
you ask these questions?

I mean, for criminy's
sake, come on.

Let me ask the obvious question.

What is obvious?

Are you crazy?

Yeah.

Frickin' loudmouth.

Freedom-loving.

Limousine liberal.

Groovy liberated.

Commie bitch.

All rise.

This court is now in session

with the Honorable Judge
John Sirica presiding.

You may be seated.

Gentlemen, I called you in
today for a formal sentencing.

But first, I'd like
to say a few words.

When I was a younger man,

Jack Dempsey was my
sparring partner.

I don't say that to boast,

and I certainly
don't say it to imply

that I wasn't getting pummeled
every Tuesday at the Y.

But I know what it
means to have heart.

And frankly, the group of you
have shown a lot of heart,

taking all the licks you
have in this courtroom.

And I believe it's
to be commended.

But a fighter also has to know

when it's time to
throw in the towel.

Which brings me to a
very interesting letter

I received this morning...

from Mr. McCord.

"Certain questions
have been posed to me

from Your Honor through
the probation officer"...

You rat fuck!

I'll fucking... I'll
fucking kill you!

Order!

I will fucking kill you!

- Remove him!
- You fuck!

I'll fucking kill you!

You fuck! I should've
fucking killed you

when I had the chance!

- Get him out of here!
- You fuck!

Come in.

The partners brought these
over for you to sign.

How are you settling in?

Oh, you know.

I know.

Looking like you
got a little sun.

Oh, stop.

Any calls from the White House?

They're probably just...

busy.

I ran two of Dick's
campaigns, the ones he won.

The least you'd think I
could expect is to get

a goddamn fucking call back.

Oh, I never saw that one.

Look at those two young men.

Not my best angle.

Oh, stop. You look handsome.

You know, I always wondered.

Do he and Pat ever...

Oh.

Not since Trish was born.

Too bad.

And, uh, Mr. Mitchell, if
you ever need anything,

uh, I'm right outside your door.

You know that, right?

Of course. Thank you, Diana.

God damn it.

I'm sorry

to bother you
again, Mr. Mitchell,

but I-I think you
should turn on the news.

In what reads like a wish list

for the prosecution, James
McCord's letter alleges

a massive campaign of
sabotage and obstruction

on the part of the
Nixon administration.

Reports from Capitol Hill
cite Mr. McCord's letter

as a reason to open
a Senate committee

dedicated to the
Watergate matter.

If that happens, both present

and former members
of the administration

may become targets
of the investigation.

The news will come as a shock

to the newly
re-elected president,

who might have considered
the burgeoning scandal

safely behind him.

"Mr. McCord has
joined lone voices

"in the wilderness
such as Martha Mitchell

"in publicly implicating the
president's closest aides

in the Watergate break-in."

Well, at least now they will see

I was right about the
whole rotten lot of 'em.

Are you sure you don't want any?

Yes, thank you.

Mm.

Boy, they've really
got 'em lined up now.

Bunch of bowling pins.

Martha, can we
focus on the book?

I-I really wanna get
some work done today.

Oh. Of course.

You have my undivided attention.

So the Pine Bluffs
records office

didn't have a death certificate
on file for your father...

Oh, Maria! Ooh!

This is my good friend Maria
from back in the New York days.

Maria, this is Winzola McLendon.

She is my biographer and
a first-rate journalist.

Right up there
with Helen Thomas.

A biography?

Martha, you are too much
for this town, I swear.

Oh, guess who I ran
into at the A&P.

- Who?
- Jay.

Jay, your son?

You said he was
still in Vietnam.

Oh, no, he's been
stateside for a while now.

Living with all those
Jews down in Baltimore.

He's such a kind boy. Won
the Silver Star, you know.

Purple Heart. Now,
did he mention to you

that he has moved in with
that little girlfriend of his?

I darn near hit the roof.

Can I interview
him? For the book.

But you have me, the
greatest source of all.

Yes, it just might be
interesting is all.

Well, of course, if that's
what you want to do,

but I will give you
a piece of advice.

If that little girlfriend of his

invites you over for
dinner, take an entrée.

She's a vegetarian.

Although there are
reports that the convicted

Watergate conspirators
might be first

to testify at the
formal hearings,

which begin a week
from Thursday,

Ervin and Baker would only
say that the witness list

will be out later this week.

And the first set of
hearings will last...

Hey there!

How's married life
treating you, champ?

Uh, it's only been a week,

but so far, so good.

Yeah, Mo is a-a little peeved

we had to stick around
D.C., and, uh...

Oh, I'm so sorry you had
to cancel your honeymoon.

Now this damn McCord letter's
gotten everybody in a fright.

Yeah, no, it's,
uh... It's all right.

You know, we hadn't
actually left yet,

so it was just a
matter of unpacking.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Well, still, the president,
he feels awful about it.

He and the first lady
would like to gift you

a little getaway weekend.

Something to tide you over
until you and the missus

can spring for the
real honeymoon.

- You gotta be shitting me.
- No.

President never shits
anyone about Camp David.

Here are the keys.

Directions, list of
amenities should be included.

This is unbelievable.

I-I... thank you
so, so much. I...

Oh, my God, Mo's gonna flip.

I... this... I don't
know what to say.

- You earned it. No.
- Oh.

And look, it'll be good
to have a little time away

from the city to write that
investigative report, right?

I'm sor... um...

sorry, i-investigative report?

Oh, yeah. Did nobody tell you?

Oh, huh. Oh, okay.

No, it's just something,
uh, Dick wants typed up.

You know, some legalese that
separates the White House

from any involvement.

You know, boilerplate
stuff, something to help

put an end to all this
Watergate fuss, but...

Well, right, right.
It-it-it's just, um...

Sir.

It's Mitchell calling
for you again.

Oh.

Can you, uh, tell him
I'm in a meeting, Kay?

- Yes, sir.
- Please. Thank you.

Goddamn.

That pathetic bastard. He
just... he won't take a hint.

You know?

Don't tell me he's
been calling you too.

Well, once or twice. I-I
haven't actually answered.

Yeah, I tell you, he
should do something useful

and put a shovel to that
embarrassment of a wife.

You-you go enjoy Camp David.

Uh, well, uh, as
I was saying, sir,

um, you, uh...
About that report...

Yes.

Do... you know, with all the
r-renewed media scrutiny,

do you really think it's wise

that I put my name on
an investigative report

without doing an
actual investigation?

Hmm.

Yeah, could seem a
little fishy, huh?

I mean, I-I-I could be indicted
for obstruction of justice.

Technically.

Right. Yeah.

No, you know what? Forget it.

Really?

The president would never wanna
put you in a tough position.

- Right. Of course, yeah.
- Not at all.

No, we got it covered,
lover boy, all right?

You go enjoy Camp
David, all right?

I will. Thank you,
sir. My goodness.

This is... this is incredible.
Thank you. Thank you so much.

You're so welcome.
No, you've earned it.

I'll send you a postcard.

Okay, please do.

- Thank you, sir.
- All right. Have fun.

Thank you.

Kay, could you be
a doll, please,

and get me John Mitchell now?

Thank you.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Good day.

Um...

firstly, I want to commend
you on your excellent work

as part of the
Watergate task force.

There's a lot of armchair
quarterbacks in this town,

but I think we could all benefit

from a lot more
positive reinforcement.

Am I right? This
guy knows I'm right.

Secondly, you may hear some news

over the next few days

about my leadership,
uh, of the bureau.

The last year or so,
it seems I have been

in communication, um, with...

certain folks at
the White House...

regarding the state
of the investigation,

giving them...

copies of the 302s and so forth.

Copies of the 302s?

- And...
- Excuse me, sir.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

You're not saying that you've
been leaking our investigation

to the people we've
been investigating.

I mean, I wouldn't exactly,

but, uh, yeah, that's, uh,

about right, yeah.

That sounds, uh, accurate.

And all that's gonna come out.

Uh, at this point, I think
it might be in keeping

with my desire to create

a more open and, uh,
inclusive working environment

that I would open up, uh,
the forum to some questions.

Which you-you can...

submit in writing
to my secretary

to be answered at a future date.

Un-fucking-believable.

Ah.

Look at the time. I've
gotta run to a meeting.

Uh, great work. Thank you.

Let's keep this going.

I can't believe it.

I can.

Fuck it.

If Gray's gonna be stuck
doing damage control,

forget the protocol.

Why don't we just start
doing real police work?

["I Want to See the
Bright Lights Tonight"

[playing over radio]

♪ Now the weekend's come ♪

♪ I'm gonna Throw my
troubles away... ♪

♪ I want to see The
bright lights tonight ♪

♪ Meet me at the station
Don't be late... ♪

Mr. and Mrs. Dean, welcome.

Hello.

♪ I need to spend some money ♪

♪ And it just won't wait... ♪

Welcome to Camp
David, Mrs. Dean.

Oh, my God.

♪ Take me to the dance
And hold me tight ♪

♪ I want to see The
bright lights tonight ♪

Oh, I thought I'd been
cast off on an iceberg.

John, welcome back.
You've been missed.

He's just been so busy
lately. You know how he gets.

Well, I ought to.

I am the poor bastard's
best friend, aren't I?

Speak of the devil.

- Hey, John Mitchell.
- Oh!

John, great to see you.

- Bob, hey John.
- How are ya, chief?

Chuck, what are
you all doing here?

Where's the big enchilada?

Oh, Dick got pulled into
an emergency meeting,

but he sends his best.

Yeah, have a seat.

Uh, scotch? You prefer gin?

You know John Dean's
the only faggot

who drinks gin around here.

Maybe I should schedule

when it's a better
time for the president.

That won't be necessary.

We could use your input
on a couple of details

he's been asking us about.

Yeah, couple sticky wickets.

A few things you can
clear up for us, sir.

Mm-hmm, what-what-what do
you... What do you got?

Well, for instance...

this Gordon Liddy character.

Now, he was part of your
outfit at CREEP, correct?

Him, Hunt, and McCord?

You've met Liddy.

You've all met Liddy.

Hmm. I don't recall that.

No. Me neither.

Drawing a complete blank.

Maybe you could just
refresh us on exactly

- how you recruited him.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, in fact,

might be best if
you just took us

through the whole
planning and operation

- of the thing from your end.
- Just for clarity.

Just we can see how
it all came together.

You put the ball in motion
on this thing, correct?

The break-in was your
brainchild, right?

That's right.

You know, John...

I'm-I'm a little fuzzy on it.

In fact, the only break-in
I can remember is, uh...

the Ellsberg.

That was your job, right?

And, Bob, weren't you
point on that plan

to firebomb the
Brookings Institute?

Or-or was that you, Chuck?

It was a shame that
one didn't happen.

I-I thought there'd be
a great weenie roast.

All right.

And then there's
those nights where...

Where we all sat up,

trying to figure out
how to secretly bomb

the fuck out of Cambodia.

I think we get the point.

Have you got the point,

or you need it
fucked up your ass

and broken off on the other end?

I was fucking with you.

Yup. You're so tense.

You fucker.

He's fucking with us!

All right, well, uh, I
think that's about it.

Thanks for coming in, you
friendless sack of shit.

I have enjoyed every minute
of it, you fuck-for-brains.

Can't wait for this one

to be frog-marched
to prison, huh?

You talentless bunch
of shit-gibbons

are more likely to
be the first there.

What do you think?
What do you think?

Get ass cancer and die.

Bye-bye, now.

Wait. Are there
microphones in here?

- Jesus, Chuck.
- Wh-which...

They're in here, right?
They're in there.

That's where they are.

Oval Office.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

- No, no.
- Mr. Magruder!

How you doing today?

I don't know if
we've formally met.

I'm Special Agent Angelo Lano.

This is my partner,
Paul Magallanes.

- No way. No way. Thank you.
- What's going on?

I-I know who you are.

I've seen you
around. I gotta go.

I gotta pick up my
kid for the dentist.

Well, we were wondering

if you could help us clear up

some of the illicit
communications

between CREEP and
FBI Director Gray.

Okay, I'm gonna stop you
right there, uh, Pancho Villa,

because I-I don't know anything

about any secret,
uh, communications...

Illicit communications
with the FBI.

So why don't you two,
you know, buzz off?

Mr. Magruder, I
know you don't wanna

find yourself on
the business end

of a 14-year sentence for
obstruction of justice.

- Hey, okay.
- Or do you?

Okay, I know what you're
trying to do here, all right?

You think that you can, uh,
you know, just intimidate me

because I'm just gonna roll over

and let you fuck me up the ass.

Yeah. That's right.
That's right.

You wanna come here to
my place of business,

and you wanna fuck me.

You wanna fuck me up
the ass. Both of you.

Please get yourselves
off of my Oldsmobile.

All right.

Maybe it's time we give
the poor guy a break.

- He's not talking.
- No? You don't think so?

I don't think so.

That's too bad,
because the first one

who talks gets
sweetheart deal, right?

That's right.

I don't want the
sweetheart deal.

Man of steel, gotta
give him that.

Fort fucking Knox.

We'll see you soon.

Why? Why would you see me?

I don't... I don't
know anything.

Did you not hear me tell you?

I am ignorant of what
you are talking about.

You fuck me, I fuck you.

- All right.
- Yup.

I fuck you.

See you soon, Jeb.

I wouldn't be the first, right?

♪ As the mist ♪

Mine are flawless.
-♪ Leaves no scar ♪

♪ On the dark green hill ♪

♪ So my body ♪

♪ Leaves no scar on you ♪

♪ And never will ♪

Oh, shit.

♪ Through windows ♪

♪ In the dark... ♪

Oh, great!

♪ The children go ♪

♪ Like arrows ♪

♪ With no targets ♪

♪ Like shackles... ♪

Oh, my God.

That was mean.

♪ True love leaves no traces ♪

Oh!

♪ If you and I are one ♪

♪ It's lost In
our embraces... ♪

We'll probably be
the first people

to ever have sex here.

They're-they're beaming
these in from a-a satellite?

- This one's from Japan.
- Mm.

Isn't that far out?

Hey, what's wrong?

My mother is such a
complicated woman,

but she would always
tell me that she knew

that she was going to
spend the rest of her life

with my father from the
moment that she met him,

and I was always looking
for that exact same feeling

and so worried that
I didn't feel it

or couldn't feel
it at all and...

And you felt it when you met me.

No, that's what I'm saying.

I, at first, hated
you so much, so much.

Oh, it was overwhelming.
You must've felt that, John.

But then I got to know you,
and all of a sudden, I...

I just... I don't know.

It's not anything like
my mom said it would be.

I feel like I'm only capable

of loving you desperately

or hating your guts,

which I still do
some afternoons.

That's not very romantic, is it?

I... you know what
it is? I'm drunk.

- No.
- That's all it is.

You're-you're scared.

I don't know. Maybe.

It's okay. It's
okay. I'm scared too.

I've never been here before. I
don't know how all this ends.

But I know that we're
here. We made it this far.

We're at Camp David.

I don't know, I
thought getting married

was supposed to
take away the fear.

We have nothing to
fear but fear itself.

Oh.

Is that Mama Cass?

Refill on your
drink, Mrs. Kennedy?

That sounds... yeah.

Why don't you make it a double?

Oh, I serve at the
pleasure of the president.

The investigation
should be thorough

and aboveboard.

- And second...
- Your boyfriend's on.

That if there were any
higher involvement,

we should get the
facts out first.

White House counsel John
Dean has been assigned

to monitor these investigations.

I entrusted the
task of getting me

the written report
to Mr. Dean.

Whatever the facts might be,

I wanted the White House to be
the first to make them public.

- Shall we march?
- Yeah.

In the streets! In the streets!

- All right.
- Free Martha Mitchell!

Free Martha Mitchell!

I have put down
the only earrings

that go with this necklace,
and I just cannot...

Now I'm late.

Here on the
par-three golf course

on Monday night...

You have been moping for weeks

while I have been out
defending our reputation.

Oh.

From where I sit,

looks a bit more
self-serving than that.

Self-serving?

Look at these freaks.

Free Martha Mitchell!

You're practically a teen idol,
just what you always wanted.

That'll goose book sales.

We're looking at
boarding schools.

Be sure to clear your schedule.

Diana'll take care of that.

She's very attentive.

Don't, uh, let Marty
stay up too late.

And there's pot roast in the
kitchen if you get hungry.

I won't.

What the hell, Bob?

Come on, you...

No, you said I didn't
have to write that report.

Well, the president's
plastering it

all over the news.

That's-that's my name out there.

I could go to jail for this.

Listen. I am on your side.

But Dick just isn't
gonna budge on this.

If you nut up and
do the right thing,

then it'll just be a
lot easier for everyone.

Is-is that a threat?

Of course not, buddy.

I just want to help you
get out of your own way.

I hope you're
having fun up there.

No, Bob. Bob? Bob?

What song is sung at a
dress-up party on Fire Island?

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I feel like
something's going on.

Whoo-ooh.

Somebody was hungry.

I just... I feel strong
when I'm with you.

Like I can do anything.

Oh, John.

When we're in the
office together,

I can barely stand it.

I want you inside me so badly.

Mm. Soon.

We'll book a room
at the Roosevelt

and sneak off.

You really think
this is gonna work,

just sitting here like this?

Oh, yeah.

Big-time.

Once we had this
potential witness

in a white-collar case.

Criminal mastermind
like this guy here.

We did everything
to get him to talk,

but nothing worked.

Then my partner gets this idea,

stake out his house
for the weekend

just for the fuck of it.

I'm telling you,
within seven hours,

this asshole comes out to
the car and says he'll talk.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

It's one thing to feel like
a criminal when you're alone.

It's another thing to feel it

when you're with your
wife, your children.

It feels invasive
somehow, unbearable.

He'll be singing to
the special prosecutor

by tomorrow morning.

Deputy campaign director.

Guy shouldn't be deputy director

of a fuckin' White Castle.

It... this is some charmed
gringo shit right here.

- That's what that is.
- What do you mean, gringo shit?

You saw when new assignments
went up last week, right?

Yeah.

All the Hispanic guys
got shit jobs, right?

Well...

- Well?
- Yeah.

- Translation. Transcription.
- Okay.

You know what they used
to call guys like me

- when I was at the Academy?
- What?

The Taco Squad.

Don't laugh.

That's cafeteria shit-talk.

It's not a big thing.

So you're telling me

it wouldn't get under your
skin if you were part of the...

I don't know, the-the-the
Dago Division?

Look, I'm just sayin',

we're all jockeying for a
spot at the trough, right?

Even Sergeant
Dickhead over here.

You have to drink something.

- It's a hot one.
- Yeah.

Okay.

Why didn't you tell
me about this, John?

I don't know.

I'm such an idiot.

I just... I thought if I...

If I kept it all a secret,

then eventually,
it would just...

go away.

That's the logic
of a five-year-old.

I'm-I'm-I'm your wife.

That's not really
how this works.

I know. I know. I'm
sorry. I'm sorry.

Okay, so this
investigative report

that Haldeman wants
you to write...

I told you the report is a sham.

If I write it, I am
the first official

with knowledge of the cover-up
to lie about it publicly.

That is what they want.

They wanna pin it on me

so that they can squash
any more investigations.

What happens if you
refuse to do that?

Th-they'll draw and
quarter me in the press.

They'll destroy me.

You don't know
what kind of tools

they have at their disposal, Mo.

I should know, I've used them.

Oh, my God. Stop talking.

I know I let you down. I-I'm...

I-I didn't mean to
keep things from you.

I just... it all
got out of hand.

Okay.

I'm only gonna say
this one time, okay?

You cannot ever do
this to me again, ever.

I know.

Okay.

Now, you obviously
can't write that report,

and we cannot let them
drag you through the press.

So what's the third option?

I-I can't just walk

into the special
prosecutor's office.

Why not?

Because I'm-I'm at the
center of this thing.

I'm the bad guy.

Well, what if you're the
guy who saw an injustice

and decided to do
something about it?

Wh-what do you mean?

I'm saying... okay, if you
come out against these people,

these criminals,

you no longer have a
legal problem, right?

You have, what,
a-a-a PR problem.

And you know what?

I-I've spent my entire life

creating versions of
myself to please people

to get what I want,

and what I want is for
you not to go to jail.

So we just...

teach you how to do that.

We're gonna have
you tell the truth

in a way that America likes you.

Create a version of you that
people can see themselves in.

I think that's how
we win this, John.

That's how we get free.

You just have to trust me.

Oh.

I mean, do you trust me?

Yes.

I love you... so much.

Thank you both so
much for meeting me.

Oh, thank you.

Um, I would offer you some,

but I-I hear that
you're a vegetarian.

Martha told you that?

Fantastic.

So, um, listen, Jay,

I was surprised when
your mom mentioned

that you were back
from overseas.

Well, actually, I've been
back a few years now.

My mother sometimes
likes to tell people

from the press I'm
still fighting.

You know, exaggerate for effect.

Drunks tend to do that.

Um, and I have here
that your father, Clyde,

divorced your mother in 1957.

Yeah, that's right.

I-I guess she met
Mr. Mitchell the year before,

and, um, I was nine,

so I-I don't really
know much about that.

Okay.

And, um, what can you tell me
about growing up with your mom?

Um, anything will
help, um, you know,

memories, anecdotes,
that sort of thing.

Yeah, yeah. Uh, oof. Well...

Look, there is a reason why
Martha never talks about Jay.

- Well...
- It's because

she left him behind
with everything else

from her past that
she'd prefer to forget.

- I-I'm sorry?
- Sharon...

She is a selfish, troubled woman

who happened to raise a
sensitive and loving son.

But I don't credit
that to her mothering

any more than I
credit a hurricane

for the next sunny day.

Understand?

Yeah.

Right.

Now, if you will excuse me, I
have to use the ladies' room.

Sorry about that.

She's just a little
protective of me.

That's okay.

Strong women tend
to be that way.

I brought something that
I wanted to give you.

It's just some
things of my mother's

that I've collected
over the years.

Old photos.

Stuff she left behind.

Uh, maybe it might
help with your book.

Of course.

Thank-thank you
so much. That's...

So how's she doing, anyway?

She's fine.

Yeah, she's playing a
pretty dangerous game

with the press right now,

antagonizing the White
House like that, but, uh...

she's tough, your mom.

You know, she has a way of, um,

working against herself.

Yeah, that sounds like her.

There are days when I think

I should just move on
and cover something else,

but she calls me up
and wins me over, so...

Look, I know my mom
is a lot to handle...

but don't give up on her.

Thank you.

Martha, if we don't leave
now, we're gonna be late.

Great, it's a
boarding school tour,

not La Scala. Come on.

Well, I have to
wear it somewhere.

Otherwise, it's a waste, and
you never take me anywhere.

Zolton's been waiting
an hour down there.

You're awfully grumpy. Up late?

Not now.

I'll take a number
like everybody else.

What are we up to now?

Don't listen to your mother.

She's full of stories.

And gin.

I'd have to be drunk
to put up with you.

These are our social grounds,

a place to relax
with new friends.

- Eyes forward.
- Stop it.

I'd say they're all
too young for you,

but you never
listen to your wife.

We are not gonna do this here.

Oh, I think that one

might have her learner's permit.

Over this way, you'll
see the sports courts.

We believe a healthy body
promotes a healthy mind.

Mm, maybe I should
take a lover too,

take the pressure off.

You're the one that keeps
creating the pressure,

the one on television
every second of the day.

Shh.

Well, I wouldn't
have to go on TV

if you had the
guts to speak out.

Oh, God. Not this again.
I can't take it anymore.

Hey. Could you
guys keep it down?

Keep yourself down, buddy.

- Excuse me?
- Come on, Martha.

There are children here.

Tell them to mind their
own damn business.

Hey, pal, might wanna
handle your wife.

- The hell you say to me?
- Dad.

Maybe this is the reason

the president
canned you, asshole.

How dare you speak to
my husband like that?

If I can direct your attention

to the field hockey area?

What are you gonna do, lady?

You gonna go on TV
and make a sucker

out of me like you
did to your husband?

Stop it. Stop it.

You smug little prick.

Dad.

Oh!

- Jackass.
- Jerk.

You all right, darling?

Mitchell. Oh!

Dad?

Somebody get a doctor, please.

Somebody get a doctor.

What's wrong?
What's happening?

Just catch your breath.
Just catch your breath.

Daddy, what's wrong?

Daddy, are you okay?

Fuck.

They not teach you
to use a waste bin

at the Academy? My word.

Uh, Mrs.-Mrs. Magruder.

Hello. May, uh...

Can we... can we help you?

My husband, he suffers
from the nocturia.

Um...

- what?
- The what?

Nocturia.

It's a medical term for
an overactive bladder

brought on by anxiety.

So when he's nervous, he
has to pee, and so he pees.

But right away, he immediately
gets this burning sensation

like he has to go again.

It's just a trick his
mind is playing on him.

Uh...

I'm-I'm sorry, Mrs. Magruder...

Call me Gail.

Uh, sure, Gail.

Why are you telling us this?

Mmm.

Because ever since the
two of you amateurs

have been sitting
outside of my house,

Jeb has been inside going
back and forth to the restroom

as if it's an Olympic sport.

The poor dummy is convinced
you boys are gonna haul him off

to some secret prison
in Bolivia or something.

He can't stop peeing.
It's driving me crazy.

Well, we sympathize
with you, Gail.

But if Jeb didn't want anyone
looking over his shoulder,

maybe he shouldn't have
gotten himself involved

in a criminal conspiracy.

You're not listening to me.

My husband is not
an intelligent man.

Yeah.

But he knows how to
do the right thing.

A few days ago, I was this
close to convincing him

to go to talk to the
special prosecutor.

And then you two
boneheads showed up.

Wait a minute. You're saying...

Get the fuck out of here,

unless your goal is
to send my husband

into a piss-induced coma!

Give me a day.

And if Jeb doesn't
turn himself in,

you boys can camp here
all fucking month.

She just took our pizza.

Hello.

Martha?

Martha?

Marty?

Hey, honey.

Where's your mom?

Hello.

Martha?

Hey.

I, um...

I heard that John
had an incident.

Is he, uh...

Just his blood pressure.

He's gonna be fine.

Oh, okay.

Uh...

well, I spoke with Jay.

He-he's doing well,

and you were right
about his girlfriend.

- She's...
- Why are you here?

What?

Why are you here in my room?

Oh, well, we're-we're sup...

We're supposed to work on
the book today, remember?

I don't want to work
on the book today.

Go away.

Martha, you can't
keep doing this.

The publishers are expecting a
draft by the end of the year.

Okay.

Serious allegations being made

against the sitting president.

As for a response, President
Nixon refused to comment.

Oh, Raymond just got

his yellow belt in karate.

And Tommy, if you can
believe it or not,

has got another wiggly tooth.

And all the nuns say that James

is one of the most
diligent hall monitors

they have ever seen.

And Raymond's become

much more direct with the girls.

Very good. Young
cadets in training.

Isn't that right, Raymond?

Raymond?

Sorry, Gordon.

He heard some news on
the radio yesterday.

What news did you hear
on the radio, Raymond?

Go on, don't be afraid.

They...

they said the judge

was sending you
to a bad prison...

for a long time.

That's correct.

I want you to come home.

I know.

And I want nothing
more than to be

with you and your brothers.

But some things are more
important than what we want.

Now, place the phone down
so you can hear my voice.

Back straight.

When I was a boy,

I was very ill.

My only friend was my
nanny, Frau Teresa.

One night, as I lie
awake, dying of pneumonia,

she told me the story of
another sickly little boy,

a boy who, from the
power of his own will,

overcame death

and became the leader
of her fatherland,

a mighty and terrible Fuehrer

whose name would
echo through time.

Frau Teresa made me realize

that I, too, could
overcome my own frailty,

that I, too, could
choose to be strong.

So hear me now.

The three of you individually
are very small...

but combined, you're
equal to one adult man.

And with me gone,

you're gonna need to
start acting like it.

James, no more fear of
the dark or monkeys.

Tommy, no more crying
when the phone rings.

Is...

prison scary, Father?

Terrifying.

Grown men are either compressed
into puddles of blood

or molded into mountains.

This will be Father's
trial by fire,

a true test of my will like
nothing I've ever experienced.

Is that what you want, Father?

Yes, James.

It is what Father has wanted
for a long, long time.

Uh-

You caught me.

Should have got here earlier.

You could've taken
the catheter out.

Never understood
those things. Uh...

got you a little,
uh... Little something.

Glad to see you're,
uh, back on your feet.

I came, uh, pretty much
straight here from Camp David,

so that's the, uh... the
finest in the gas station.

Mo picked it out.

That's sweet.

Um...

I heard the
president on the news

saying you were gonna
be giving a report

on this Watergate sideshow.

Yes. About that.

Uh...

that is sort of why I'm here.

Um...

you know, with-with
everything that's been

happening, um,

we thought... that is, Mo and I

thought that...

That it might be best if...

If I explore other options.

Hmm.

You talked to Cox or anybody

at the special
prosecutor's office?

Uh, no, sir. Um, not yet.

I wanted to, uh...

I wanted to talk to you
before we did, out of respect.

You wanted to shake my hand

before you stab me in
the back, is that it?

The ship's going down, John.

And we can either get
sucked down with it

or be the first ones
onto the dinghy.

Hmm.

You know...

I'm sorry I didn't
go to your wedding.

I-I lost my appetite for
pomp and circumstance

after my first marriage.

They say a good marriage...

is like a garden.

You have to give
it attention and...

time,

commitment.

But a good marriage
will bore you to death.

The kind of marriage you want...

you're lucky...

and you're cursed...

there's nothing like it.

It's love.

It's hate.

Mm.

I wasn't expecting
you home so early.

Roosevelt booked
up for the night?

It's fire.

It's fear.

It's every feeling
all at the same time.

Sometimes it'll feel
like an open wound.

And other times...

you don't know if
it's worth it at all.

I love you so much,

I could claw my eyes
out of my own head.

Good luck, son.

Let's hope you don't fuck it up.

Thank you, sir.

The committee called.
I'm gonna testify.

♪ I'm so tired Of
working every day ♪

♪ Now the weekend's come ♪

♪ I'm gonna throw
My troubles away ♪

♪ If you got the cab fare
Mister, you'll do all right ♪

♪ I want to see The
bright lights tonight ♪

♪ Meet me at the
station Don't be late ♪

♪ I need to spend some money
And it just won't wait ♪

♪ Take me to the dance
And hold me tight ♪

♪ I want to see The
bright lights tonight ♪

♪ There's crazy people
Running all over town ♪

♪ There's a silver band
Just marching up and down ♪

♪ And the big boys are
all Spoiling for a fight ♪

♪ I want to see The
bright lights tonight ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Meet me at the
station Don't be late ♪

♪ I need to spend some money
And it just won't wait ♪

♪ Take me to the dance
And hold me tight ♪

♪ I want to see The
bright lights tonight ♪

♪ Couple of drunken nights
Rolling on the floor ♪

♪ Is just the kind of
mess I'm looking for ♪

♪ I'm gonna dream Till
Monday comes in sight ♪

♪ I want... ♪