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- John, this is--
- Martha Jennings.

This is Winzola McLendon.

She is my biographer
and a first-rate journalist.

I know my mom
is a lot to handle,

but don't give up on her.

Frank Wills.

I'm going back to Georgia.
I don't belong here.

Alexander Butterfield,

former aide to HR Haldeman,

said that President Nixon ordered

secret electronic
listening devices

in the president's Oval Office
and on his telephones.

I got word
on Sirica's preliminary ruling.

He's recommending
a sentence of five years.

What the hell did I go
through all this for, then?

Because you wanted to do
what was best for the country.

- Oh, fuck.
- The good news

is that you can still
appeal for leniency

if you cooperate further.

The special prosecutor's
going after Haldeman

and Ehrlichman
and-and then Mitchell.

No, no way, I am not
ratting on anybody else.

I'd understand if you wanna
move on, find somebody else.

I am yours.

When a man's
trial by fire arrives,

he must meet it with the power
of his indomitable will.

The trying things

that have been imposed on me,

no one in this country

realizes or understands.

You have ruined everything
in your life,

in my life--your reputation.

What's going on?

Uh, go back
to your room, honey.

I should have had them
go harder on you in California.

I'm leaving you.

I called Dad.

I'm gonna stay with him
for a couple months.

And I'm taking Marty with me.

Huh.

President Richard Nixon

reversed his ground
and agreed to comply

with a Federal Circuit Court order

to surrender
his Watergate tapes

to Federal District Court judge
John Sirica.

But soon
the president's lawyers

disclosed that two tapes
were absent

and a third had that
mysterious 18-minute buzz.

The White House's
only explanation

was that the president's
personal secretary,

Rose Mary Wood,

might have accidentally
hit the wrong button

in the foot pedal while
reaching for the telephone.

So I'm transcribing the tape,

and then I reach for the phone,

and my foot presses down

on the pedal
that erases the tape.

The public opinion polls,

always a revered source

of comfort and pleasure
for the president,

have now turned sour.

It would be nice
in a crisis-weary country

if the committee could decide

by, say, eight o'clock
tomorrow morning

whether Mr. Nixon
ought to be impeached.

But with ground rules to set

and with masses
of possible evidence to sift,

that decision is likely
to be months away.

The feeling grows
that if the president

survives in office
through the spring,

he may, if his health holds,
finish out his term

but that surviving in office
through the spring

won't be easy.

All sides agree that things
simply cannot continue

as they have been
for most of '73.

As for those complicit

in the president's deceptions,

only one question remains:

why would these men,

men of intelligence
and accomplishment,

willingly subsume themselves
for a man

as patently duplicitous
as Richard Milhous Nixon?

What, in short,
were they thinking?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
where you going?

You don't wanna get
a photo with us?

Say cheese, Mitchell.

Attorney General Mitchell.

The rumor
is that you're facing

upwards of ten years in prison
if convicted.

Doesn't that scare you?

Could be worse.

I could have been sentenced
to life with Martha.

Here on your X-ray,
you can see

the sunburst appearance

where the wrist is injured.

The fracture could heal
very slowly or not at all.

In addition,
an excess of calcium

is entering your bloodstream...

Hmm.

...that could cause
neurological problems like

confusion and memory loss,

weakness, and exhaustion.

You may soon find yourself
in a lot of pain.

My, The Post,

they know how to treat
their staff-writers well.

No, this is my editor's scotch.

He's on vacation.

Well, I'm glad you
finally escaped

from that pink ghetto

you were stuck in.

Oh, just soda for me, please.

Oh.

All right.

I've never known you to
turn down a celebratory drink.

I'm impressed.

You've never known me to turn down
any kind of drink before.

What exactly
are we celebrating?

Are you kidding?

Martha, everything that you
said about the president...

...all the things that they
mocked you for, it's--

You're the only one who told
the truth from the beginning.

Well, three cheers for me.

You know, this is a new start.

Maybe you should move
out of that old apartment,

find someplace
that suits you better.

Well, it suits me fine.
What's wrong with it?

I don't know.
Just seems kind of haunted.

Well, when you get
to be my age,

you get to know the ghosts.

Bottoms up. Nice to see you.

You too.

What happened there?

Oh, I took a little tupsie
on the stairs a few weeks ago.

Oh, no.

Well, I have something that
I think is gonna cheer you up.

What is it?

Our book.

A very rough first draft.

And I know that the publisher

canceled our contract, technically,

but I just couldn't help it;
I had to finish it.

And I think it's good.

Actually, I think
it's really good.

Oh, that's wonderful, dear.

I thought you'd be happy.

No, I am.
I'm happy, and I'm grateful.

Well...

Mm, there's a reason
I stopped by.

I wanted to-

I wanted to ask you a favor.

Oh, okay.

You know what happened
with me and my husband.

That was a long time coming,

and I've made peace
with it, but...

Marty--

her birthday's on Tuesday,
and I promised

that I would drive down
and visit her at school,

and I wondered
if you might accompany me.

Oh, wow.

I don't know if I should.

Oh, it would mean
so much to me.

She just loves you to death.

All right, well, let me see if
I can get that day off, okay?

All right. You let me know.

I will.

And more importantly,

who is the man
in that brown jacket there?

Oh. That's Bob Woodward.

That's--now, he
does not look like the gasbag

I have heard he is.

Shh! Martha!

Call his name.
Get him to look this way.

I'm not gonna do that.

Bob.

What are you...

It sounded more like a sheep.

...doing?

All right.

Give me the damage,
but make it quick.

It's been a very long day.

Let's start with the good news.

Thanks to a tax loophole,
we're able to run your bail

through the corporate account,

so little victory there.

Hooray.

As for the bad news, uh,

those Oval Office tapes
were not good for us.

Based upon the transcripts,
it looks like

they've got you dead to rights
on all the charges:

conspiracy, perjury,
obstruction of justice.

It's all there, clear as day.

Okay, sweetheart,

could you find
the burgundy stem?

Yeah, um...

John...

this is serious.

I didn't hire you to inform me

that there is an iceberg
up ahead.

I hired you to steer the ship

around the fucking thing.

On the, um, sunny side
of the street,

it looks like you might be
out of the woods

with the whole
Martha situation.

What are we talking about?

We received
the settlement papers.

She hasn't agreed
to all of our terms.

She would like to maintain
ownership of the apartment

and visitation rights
with Marty.

But she's relented
on just about everything else.

She's giving you an out here.

All you gotta do is sign
those documents, and...

...you'll finally be rid
of her.

Any update
on the burgundy stem?

Try this one, Mr. Mitchell.

We have a winner.

Hey, Chuck,
those cafones in Washington,

are they gonna impeach or what?

Uh, it depends; they--

they have the votes
in the House.

Yeah, but the Senate's
trickier.

Much more visibility
in that chamber.

Ah, if Goldwater
votes to convict,

they'll all follow along.

What's the matter, Dean?

What are you thinking about?

I think I need some new gloves.

Princess is in a little funk.

He had a visit
from the feds earlier on.

Mm-hmm.

The feds? Who was it?

Watergate task force guys.

They want him to testify now
against Mitchell.

What did you tell them?

What do you think I told them?

I told them no, for God's sake.

As if a couple of tapes
are gonna convince me

to turn on anybody at this point.

Oh, tape recordings?

Copies of all my conversations

with the president
in the Oval Office.

Left them as a gift.

Hell of a gift.

I don't know.

Maybe they figured I'd hear
something new in them.

It's unbelievable.

I mean, I testified against
the president, for God's sake.

It's not like
I'm some criminal.

That's funny.

'Cause I ain't no criminal neither.

Vito, Carmine,
you guys criminals?

No, no, no, none of that.

No, hell, no.

Look at his face.

DEAN I think there's no doubt about
the seriousness of the problem we've got.

It'll cost money.
It's dangerous.

Nobody, nothing--people around here
are not pros at this sort of thing.

This is the sort of thing
mafia people can do.

You got to wash money and all that sort,

you know, if you get a hundred thousand
out of a bank

and it all comes in serialized bills.

I would say these people
are going to cost a million dollars

over the next two years.

NIXON You, on the money,
if you need the money

you could get a million dollars.

And you could get it in cash.

I know where it could be gotten.

I want to look at any sensitive areas

around where Jews are involved.

See, the Jews are all
through the government.

You can't trust the bastards,
they turn on you.

You know what happened
to the Greeks?

Homosexuality destroyed them.

The last six Roman Emperors were fags.

We are up against an enemy,
a conspiracy.

They're using any means.
Is that clear?

I don't give a shit about the law.

The press is the enemy.

The establishment is the enemy.
The professors are the enemy.

DEAN Just hunker down,
fight it at every corner, every turn.

Don't let people testify.

Cover it up is what
we're really talking about.

- Just keep it buried.
- Oh, fuck.

We have a cancer close
to the presidency that's growing.

It's growing daily.

Fuck.

Hello.

Yes, I'll be down in a minute.
Thank you, Zolton.

Thank you.

Oh.

I'm sorry. Some days
it's impossible to be me.

- Oh, that's okay.
- How are you?

Oh, I'm good, yeah. I'm good.

Oh, eh--

Antonio, he's a photographer
from Life magazine.

He's on loan for the day

to take pictures
of the birthday party.

- Oh, that's-that's nice.
- Yeah.

- What?
- Oh, I just--

I mean, I think
that it might spook Marty

a little bit if you show up

and you have a whole entourage,
you know?

- Maybe--
- I see your point.

Okay, we'll have him wait
in the car a little bit.

Yeah. Antonio, this is Winnie.
Winnie, this is Antonio.

- Hi.
- Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Uh, so you'll just
stay in the car

till Marty gets comfortable;
she's shy.

- Yes, ma'am.
- She's a little shy.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Oof!

Have you lost some weight?

It's a good day for a drive.

Oh, oh.

You all right?

Oh, it's my wrist
just hasn't healed.

Oh.

Oh. Mitchell defaulted
on the heating bill.

He's trying to drive me
out of the apartment.

That's awfully unkind of him.

Well, it's just his way now.

Mitchell couldn't stand Nixon

when he first met him;
he thought he was

insecure and brittle,
which he is.

Isn't that crazy?

How does a man like
John Mitchell, brilliant man,

get tangled up in such a mess

for a conglomerate of nothing
like Richard Nixon?

I don't understand it.

I don't think I ever will.

I, as the chairman,

have been guided
by a simple principle

that the law must deal fairly
with every man.

The ones
that are cute on the front

- are terrible inside.
- I know.

I don't understand
some of these things.

I don't know.

Come on.
We gotta find a nice one.

"A daughter is a special gift
whose heart is made of gold,

a beautiful flower's blossom."

Oh, please stop.
Who writes these things?

Christ,
they really are terrible.

You should write cards.

You're so sweet and sincere.

That's a nice little kitty.

- Yeah, lots of kitties.
- No, not a birthday.

You know, Martha,
I've been meaning to apologize to you.

What for?

You know, back when everything
started, I just--

I'm not sure
that I really believed you.

I know I acted like I did, but...

I was just as bad
as everyone else.

I'm sorry.

I... can't imagine

how that must have been
for you...

not to be believed.

Must have felt like you didn't have
a friend in the world.

Well, that's not true now.

I do have a friend.
I have a best friend right here.

Thanks.

- Now help me find a card.
- Okay.

Uh...

...here.

Together, that's it.

Oh, that's nice.

That's real nice.

Let's get the envelope
for that one.

- Yeah.
- That's nice.

Could you direct me
to the ladies', please?

Oh, yeah. Right over there.

Was that Martha Mitchell?

Thanks.

Can you believe
this shit?

There might be up to five
articles of impeachment now.

Fucking shame.

You can say that again.

Do that
to an American president

just to score political points?

Wait, what?

There's no evidence
the president

ordered the break-in;
there's no fucking evidence.

So we're just gonna forget
that he obstructed justice?

Does that not count
for anything?

He isn't perfect.

I didn't vote for him twice
because he's perfect.

You voted for Nixon
after you knew about Watergate?

I'm a law-and-order guy.

Anyway, you impeach him now,
and you start destroying

what little trust
the American people

have in their government,
and that--

that's a slippery slope.

What is it with this
slippery slope shit?

What do you mean?

People like you
always say that,

like you got
nothing else to say.

"It's a slippery slope."

Yeah, everything's
a slippery slope.

"Oh, honey,
don't take that aspirin.

"You don't know
what might happen.

It's a slippery slope."

"Welfare for the poor?

We can't do that.
That's a slippery slope."

"You wanna police
the government?

"That's a fucking slippery
shit slope

"if I've ever seen one.

"Let's not do that.
You know what?

As a matter of fact,
let's not fucking do anything."

You okay, buddy?

Just because
certain actions we take

in some imaginary future

might theoretically lead
to disastrous outcomes

somewhere down the line

shouldn't stop us from doing

what's objectively
morally right

in the present.

Correct?

Of course, the idea of any kind
of objective morality...

- It's a slippery slope?
- Hey, I didn't say it.

- Fuck you.
- I didn't say it.

Fuck you.

So what's the new director
got you on after this?

Wants me to pick up the slack
for the whole department.

What about you?
What's he got you on?

They're trying to... ship me
back to translation detail.

I think I'm lucky that
those Cubans spoke Spanish.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been
anywhere near something this big.

Yeah. You know what?

Fuck those guys.

What are you gonna you do, right?
You gonna sue 'em?

Ah, there he is.

Belle of the ball.

Mr. Dean, ready to testify
against your old boss?

John Dean.

Hey, did you ever listen
to those tapes we sent?

Yeah. Thanks for those.

They really took me back.

You already knew everything
there was to know about Nixon.

So... what was in there
that changed your mind

about testifying
against your buddies?

You ever hear your own voice
on a...

tape recorder?

Sounds strange, like somebody else,
like somebody you don't even know.

Dean, can I ask you
a personal question?

I mean, you're the one
with the gun.

Why'd you do it?

I mean,
you're-you're a smart guy.

At least you seem like
a smart guy.

I mean, why would you agree

to cover up
some bullshit break-in

for a president you knew
damn well was gonna

throw you under the bus
the second the shit hit the fan?

Why'd you do it?

You really wanna know?

I do.

Poshinaya foam.

- What's that?
- Poshinaya foam.

It's the best high-density
cushion foam in the world.

They only make it
in the Eastern Bloc.

Apparently when you sit
in a seat

made with Poshinaya foam,

it's like
you're floating on air.

Somebody back in law school
once told me

that Jack Kennedy got the CIA

to make a special deal
with Khrushchev

to get every seat
on Air Force One

cushioned with the stuff.

- No shit.
- No shit.

And when I first heard that,
I remember thinking,

"Man, I-I would do anything

to sit in one of those seats
before I die."

Now, just think about it:

riding with the president

30,000 feet
above the rest of the world,

your whole ass

cradled by a cloud.

I mean, how can you know
about a-a thing like that

and just go back
to living your life

the way you were
living it before,

with your ordinary cushions

and your ordinary existence?

It's-it's impossible.

All right, so did you get
to sit in one?

What's that?

The-the foam.

- The foam.
- The Air Force One seat.

Oh.

Yeah. Yeah. A few times.

How'd it feel?

Better than you can
ever imagine.

This court is now in session,

with the Honorable
Judge John Sirica presiding.

Uh, we have
a pretty busy schedule today.

Mr. Ben-Veniste, would you like
to call your first witness?

The special
prosecutor would like to call

Mr. George Gordon Battle Liddy
to the stand.

Mr. Liddy, much has been made
of your defiant silence

during these proceedings.

But we wanted to give you
one more chance

to set the record straight.

Do you or do you not recall

the meeting
of January 27, 1972,

commonly referred to as
the Operation Gemstone meeting?

How about the subsequent
meeting of February fourth

in which you presented
your revised plans

to former Attorney General Mi--

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Mr. Liddy.

Oh, dear God.

Come to order, please.

Will somebody get this lunatic
out of my courtroom?

Come on. Come on, let's go.

Come to order.

Get him out!

What the hell's going on?

Some witness
is going crazy in there.

This is you, pal.

Well, thanks for the ride.

I'll see you around.

Probably not.

My God, get the door.

Shut it!

John Dean...

as I live and breathe.

Gordon.

You're looking well.
You had a... haircut?

How-how you been?

How's the--how's the--
how's the family?

Oh, oh, they're skippy, thanks.

You know, I've been thinking
a lot about you lately.

- Is-is that so?
- Sure.

You see, I've spent
a lot of time

trapped in a cell,

bedding down among beasts,

and it's times like those
you can't help

but think of the ones
on the outside

who've taken
the coward's way out, and...

you're the biggest coward
of them all, aren't you, John?

Well, well, hang on
just a minute there, Gordon.

I mean, I-I'm in prison too.

Oh, I know.

You've been in prison
your whole life.

As part of my training
in the bureau, they...

taught us
how to kill a grown man

with just a sharpened pencil.

Can you believe it?

One swift thrust...

right below the Adam's apple,

and the subject
bleeds out silently.

Apply enough pressure, and you
might even hit the brain stem.

I've watched you die
so many times, John Dean...

...in my delicious fantasies...

...hanging by the neck
from a rafter...

...impaled ass first
on an iron spit...

...decapitated
by a lawn mower blade.

You know, I'm slightly embarrassed to say,
but many a nights,

the thought
of crushing you underfoot...

...your organs squishing
between my toes, well, it...

rocked me to sleep
like a lullaby.

It helped keep me warm.

But then my reverie
was disturbed.

I was visited, you see.

Vi-visited?

Mm, haunted, you might say,

by a creature...

...a fat bitch rat
with buck teeth

and suckled teats
that dotted her underbelly.

Night after night,

I could hear her in the walls,
mocking my weakness.

And deep in my heart,

I knew she was right.

For as long as I can remember,

I've wanted to purge
that weakness from my body,

to destroy every inch of it.

She brought me down to nothing,
that bitch rat.

My spirit gave out completely.

And then a miracle happened.

In my darkest hour,

I heard her calling me.

I followed her voice

into the wall.

And do you know
what I did in that moment,

face-to-face
with that verminous cunt

that I'd been seeking
for weeks?

I broke down,
weeping like a baby.

But these were not tears
of joy or pain or madness.

They were tears of clarity,

tears of love.

I realized...

...that my weakness
is not something to be crushed.

It's a part of me,

just like you're a part of me, John.

The weak and the strong,

the soldier and the coward--

one gives rise inexorably
to the other

like a beautiful melody
through the ages.

And wha-what happened
to the rat?

I ate her.

You ate her?

First I ate her pups,

and then I ate her.

I ate them all.

Don't you see?

I ate them
so that you could live.

I love you, John Dean.

I love you too, Gordon.

Jesus Christ.

Who the fuck put you two
in the same room?

Let's go, pal.

Let's go.

Oh, he's so wild.

My sister went to his show
in Philadelphia.

Seriously?

Yeah, he sang "Rebel, Rebel"
looking straight at her.

She said it was like he could
see through her clothes

and liked it.

We should sneak away

and go see him in New Haven.

Hey, Marty, wanna go see
David Bowie in New Haven?

Are you kidding?

He's a degenerate drug addict

who makes a living
singing about sex.

Wow, somebody sounds
like Daddy.

Shut up.

Uh-oh, look who decided
to show up.

Shit.

Oh, oh, oh!

Ooh!

What's wrong with her?

Hey, yeah.

Almost forgot the card.

I think we should go.
I don't think we should be here.

Oh, there she is.

Marty? Whoo.

Oh!

Go away.

You brought a photographer?

No.

Well, y-yes, I did.
I said stay in the car.

I told him to stay in the car.
Get in the car.

What's wrong with you?

Why are you even here?

You wanted me to come.

I didn't want you
to come like this.

What?

Are you stoned?

You mind yourself.

You can barely even stand.

I hate you.

You're the reason
Dad's going to jail.

Oh, Dad. Oh, I see.

Did he tell you that?
Is that what he's saying?

- Well, you can tell him--
- I can't stand this anymore.

Just get in your car and go away.

I never wanna see you again.

Well, maybe I never wanna
see you again.

Fine. I don't care.

I really don't.

Dad's right.

Everyone's right.

You are fucking crazy.

Oh, I didn't mean to do that.

Come here.

Marty, come here, baby.

Oh, come on.

I didn't mean it.

Marty. Oh.

She's so--

Whoa. Okay.
Okay, let's get in the car, all right?

- Okay.
- Come on.

Taking you to the car.

Okay. It's okay.

- Oh, she's so--
- Careful, careful.

Look, one more step.
One more step.

- Thank you.
- There you go.

- Okay. There you go.
- Oh. Thank you, Winnie.

Watch your head.

- I don't feel--
- Scooch.

I don't feel good.

You don't.
I know you don't.

Okay?

How's she doing?

Um, she's a little out of it,

but she'll be all right.

Mm-hmm.

About those pills
she had on her, there's--

Doctor, I can't imagine
what quack in the city

is still prescribing her diazepam.

They ought to be sued
for malpractice.

They're not
for nerves, Ms. McLendon,

and they were not prescribed
by a psychiatrist.

Earlier today,

we heard the beginning
of the preamble

of the Constitution
of the United States.

Winnie, did you hear?

They got the bastard cornered.

But when that document...

Yeah, I heard.

That's great. Martha...

...I was not included
in that "We, the people."

...I talked to your doctor.

Oh, isn't he cute?

If only Marty
was ten years older.

Yeah, he says that he called
your oncologist

in D.C.

Why didn't you tell me
you were sick?

How do you work
this boopy thing?

I wanna see my Mike Douglas.

Martha...

...he says it's in your blood.

Probably 65% gin.

How long have you known?

Long enough.

Well, did you tell John?

I'll tell him when he calls me.

Y-you already sent him
the divorce papers, right?

Still hasn't signed them yet.

Don't you worry about me, dear.

A president is impeachable

if he attempts to subvert
the Constitution.

If the impeachment provision

in the Constitution
of the United States

will not reach the offenses
charged here,

then perhaps
that 18th-century Constitution

should be abandoned

to a 20th-century
paper shredder.

By a nearly unanimous

bipartisan vote,
the House Judiciary Committee

has voted to adopt
three articles of impeachment

against the president.

The other two articles
of impeachment,

charging the president
with illegal bombings in Cambodia

as well as tax fraud,

were rejected
by the committee.

Big guy's going down.

Didn't even take
a poisoned cigar or nothing.

Nixon? He's not going down.

You really think?

Yeah, you do not appoint
a brain-dead corncob

like Jerry Ford your successor

unless you're gonna get
something big out of it.

Well, yeah, but if-if they're
starting to hand out pardons,

then we should be next.

It was Mitchell set
the whole thing in motion.

Well, Mitchell
was just taking orders from Bob.

And who the fuck do you think
I was taking orders from?

Wait a minute.

Are you saying that Nixon
really ordered the break-in?

If I told you,
I'd have to kill you.

- Yeah.
- Come on.

Look, I'll tell you this.

Nothing went on in that place
without Dick knowing all about it.

Right, John?

Look at that billboard.

What do you see?

I see a wrinkled old man
I wouldn't look at twice on the street.

You all seem to see
some fucking demon Svengali

with swirly hypnotic eyes.

Most visible billboard
on the fucking highway.

He's only up there
'cause we put him there.

What did we get
out of the deal?

Couple of rides
on Air Force One.

Our name
on White House stationery.

I mean, shit,
don't you guys fucking get it?

That old man up there
isn't Nixon.

We are Nixon,

all of us.

And we'll still be Nixon
long after he's dead and gone.

I-I didn't even get to ride
on Air Force One.

- No fooling?
- Really?

- Oh, it's great.
- Yeah, it's terrific.

The-the seats swivel.

You get to see a movie.

- Yeah, it's really nice.
- Dean.

You got a phone call.

Sometimes he let me
walk his dog.

Oh, we all--that--
we did that first day.

In national news,

John Dean will be released
from prison today.

He is the first former member
of the Nixon administration

to be a free man
after serving only four months

in Fort Holabird.

Judge John Sirica granted the motion
for a reduced sentence after...

Hi.

Wow.

Um...

all right, you know what?

I'm gonna make you a hot toddy.

Uh, I had to sell some things
to pay for the moving truck.

Just think, in one week,
we'll be on our way to L.A.

Do you hear they're sentencing
Mitchell to eight years?

Surreal.

Why me?

What was that?

Why me? Why--

why am I the one
who gets out early?

I should be in prison
right now.

Hey, we knew Sirica

was never gonna give you
the full five years.

No, I'm not--

I'm not talking
about my sentence.

We destroyed something
about this country that was...

so special.

John, you didn't break anything
that wasn't already broken.

Maybe, but...

...how can you know that?

Really, why am I the one
that gets the book deal, hmm?

Beautiful marriage.

Why am I the one
that escapes unscathed, huh?

Because, John...

...you are good-looking.

♪ There's a brighter side ♪

♪ To every dark... ♪

- Have a wonderful evening.
- You as well.

Mitchell, party of two.

Right this way.

What are they all staring at?

Just keep walking,
honey, chin up.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

That's my table.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Mitchell.

Your usual table's
already been taken.

No, bullshit.

You're shuffling us off
to the only table in the place

where your clientele won't have
to suffer my presence.

Mr. Mitchell, if you'd like
to talk to the manager,

- be seated--
- No, I'd like my fucking table.

That's what I'd like.

Come on, honey.

Here's your scotch.

- Thank you much.
- You bet.

- And here's your Coke.
- Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Have you heard
from Mom?

Just the gossip.

They've got her up
at the hospital now.

Well, you know your mother
with her dramatics.

I'm sure she'll be fine.

You don't think
you're gonna call her, do you?

I'm the last person
she wants to hear from.

How about you?

Probably not.

But I feel like maybe I should.

You know, I-I hate to think
she's up there all alone.

Well, I'm sure
she's not all alone, sweetie.

Still.

Let me tell you something

about people like your mother.

They mean well,

but they will always destroy
their relationships

with the people
that love them the most.

Did you know what-what was
happening to Mom in California?

I mean, did you know
while it was happening?

What in the world
would give you that idea?

I don't know. It's just--

I mean, I was listening
through the wall,

and I thought I heard
one of the bodyguards

talk to you on the phone,
that's all.

Um...

...oh, yeah, yeah,
I remember that, um,

I called to check in
on the two of you

and Peter told me
that, uh, you were both fine.

But then why didn't you ask
to talk to us?

What's that?

If you called to check
on me and Mom,

then why didn't you ask
to talk to either of us?

Um, I took him at his word,

and, um, I had a lot of...

work.

All right.

Can we get some, uh,
mayonnaise?

Sure.

And there was
that dreadful Chantal girl, remember?

You talked to her
at the reunion.

She had the crooked teeth
and the ponytails.

Oh, yeah, vaguely.

Her mother
was my best friend's sister,

and we used to get
into her brother's car

and all go up to Little Rock.

I mean, it is amazing.

I don't know how you still
keep all these people straight.

Well, I've always had
a good memory.

Good memory and good teeth,
that's what you get from me.

Well, thank you for the teeth.

I can still remember the song

your daddy was singing
the night we met.

♪ You're the Nile ♪

♪ You're the Tower of Pisa ♪

♪ You're the smile ♪

On the Mona Lisa ♪

♪ 'Cause if, baby
I'm the bottom ♪

♪ You're the top ♪

You skipped to the end.

It's like having dessert
before you have dinner.

It's like you're a child again.

Well, that's the best part.

Um, I promised Sharon
that I'd call her

and let her know
when I'd be home.

- Is-is it okay if you wait here?
- Oh, you told me that.

Yes, you can go do that.
Don't leave her waiting.

Bring me some water, please.

Of course.

...that
the constitutional purpose

has been served

and there is no longer a need

for the process to be prolonged.

Bellevue Hospital.

How may I direct your call?

I would have preferred

to carry through to the finish

whatever the personal agony

it would have involved,

and my family
unanimously urged me to do so.

But the interest of the nation
must always come before

any personal considerations.

From the discussions I have had

with congressional
and other leaders,

I have concluded...

Hey, ladies.

Hi.

...I might not have
the support...

Have you seen Martha?

Got her dinner here.

Jalissa, you seen Martha?

Oh, yeah, she was just
down the hall that way.

Thanks.

Oh, quiet.
I think he's gonna say it.

I have never
been a quitter.

To leave office
before my term is completed

is abhorrent to every instinct
in my body.

But as president, I must put
the interests of America first.

Come quick. It's happening.

Therefore I shall resign the presidency,

effective at noon tomorrow.

Martha?

...will be sworn in
as president

at that hour in this office.

I think you're my new friend.

Sweet little baby.

Mm.

- Uh, you got her dinner?
- Yeah.

Do you want me to go in there?
I can get her for you.

No.

Let's just give her a minute.

♪ I see the signs ♪

♪ Of a lifetime ♪

♪ You till I die ♪

♪ And I'm swiftly ♪

♪ Out ♪

♪ Irish goodbye ♪

♪ What if it's ♪

♪ Not meant for me ♪

♪ Love... ♪

Richard Nixon
and his loved ones

have suffered enough

and will continue to suffer

no matter what I do,

no matter what we,

as a great and good nation,
can do together.

Now, therefore,
I Gerald R. Ford,

president of the United States,

have granted a full, free,

and absolute pardon

unto Richard Nixon
for all offenses.

♪ That gossip's
Eye will look too soon ♪

♪ And then I'm trapped
Overthinking... ♪

Please rise, folks.

♪ You tell me
To get over it ♪

♪ And to take you out ♪

♪ But I can't
I'm too scared... ♪

Don't climb on there.

♪ I have to go ♪

♪ And the doors are closing ♪

♪ And you were waving
And I like you ♪

♪ And I'll never let it show ♪

♪ And you won't wait
And maybe I won't mind ♪

♪ I work better on my own ♪

♪ And now I'm home
A little bit drunk ♪

♪ And I ask myself ♪

♪ What if it's ♪

♪ Not meant for me ♪

Oh, yeah.

♪ Love ♪

Oh, yeah.

♪ What if it's ♪

♪ Not meant for me ♪

♪ Love... ♪

We give thanks
to you for Martha Mitchell,

recalling all the goodness

that has passed from her life

into the lives of others.

We give thanks
for her zest for life...

♪ I think that that's a sign ♪

♪ I'm losing self-control
And it's you... ♪

Look, John.

This is rough.

Wow.

♪ But you do, you really do ♪

♪ You've turned me
Upside down ♪

♪ And that's okay
I'll let it happen ♪

♪ 'Cause I like
Having you around ♪

♪ I'm electric
A romantic cliché ♪

♪ Yeah, they really are
All true ♪

♪ When we catch eyes
At that stupid party ♪

♪ I know exactly what to do ♪

♪ I'll take your hand
And we will leave ♪

♪ French exits
From me and you ♪

♪ And now I'm home
A little bit drunk ♪

♪ Some things don't change
And I know now ♪

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ Were meant to be ♪

♪ In love ♪

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ Were meant to be ♪

♪ In love ♪

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ I see ♪

♪ The signs ♪

♪ Of a lifetime ♪

♪ You till I die ♪