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You left the tag on.

Everything I do has a purpose, muchacho.

It was a good plan, Boss.

Classic blitzkrieg.

Worked in Poland.

Shall we?

Okay. Okay. Fan out.

Slow. Slow.

Let's go.

(Spanish) Light up here, okay?

- (Spanish) And here. - Okay.

(Spanish)

(Spanish) Hey boy, wait a minute. Don't rush me!

What?

Don't worry, Boss. He's gonna get it.

Oh, good.

Okay.

(Spanish) Move a degree.

(Spanish) Villo, what's happening?

- These are the wrong tools. - What?

He has the wrong tools.

How is that even possible?

- I have the right tools. - He has the right tools.

In Miami.

(Spanish)

- (Spanish) Please. - I'm so sorry, Boss.

- Let's go. - (Spanish) Let's go.

(Spanish)

- Get out of here. - (Spanish)

(Spanish)

(French) Come in.

Howard, I just read the copy for the HEW account.

It's not quite there yet.

The section on the Child Safety Act, it just seems...

flavorless.

So, you want me to make choking kids

more spicy?

- Well... - Christ, Spence.

Is that my legacy? Working on this garbage?

We really need you to be a little more grateful

for this job, Howard.

Remember, you were unhireable when the agency dumped you.

This week marks the 10th anniversary of the failed invasion

by Cuban exiles to overthrow Castro

more commonly known as the Bay of Pigs.

- Howard! Howard, phone! - The botched invasion

pushed Cuba closer to the Soviet Union.

Repercussions of this event continue to this day

where it is now widely seen as the largest CIA failure ever.

CIA, my ass.

It was that chicken-shit Kennedy's fault.

Sonny boy, you know you're a half-step flat.

It's like a... ice pick to the temple.

Sorry, Papa.

- I thought that you were upstairs. - What is that?

Daniel Ellsberg?

How did this leftist propaganda end up in my house?

We subscribe.

Howard?

Howard! Are you deaf?

It's the White House.

Charles Colson.

You hear that?

They can't blame me forever. I told you they'd call.

Please just listen to what they have to say.

- Yeah. - Try not to be such an asshole.

Papa! Can you and me go?

Papa's got an important call now, kiddo.

Maybe we can celebrate after with some ice cream.

And it's, "Might you and I."

Ice cream!

Howard Hunt.

- Please hold for Mr. Colson. - Yes, I'll hold.

"He grabbed the secret plans from her roughly.

- 'Oh Jake. Oh, you bastard.'" - Hey!

Does anybody actually read Papa's books?

I'm just the typist.

Chuck! How the hell are you?

Howard, the president asked for a real son of a bitch

to handle this Pentagon Papers leak.

And naturally, I thought of you.

What do you need?

A Boston judge is now deciding if Daniel Ellsberg

who leaked the Pentagon Papers, may be extradited

- to California for trial. - Move!

From the president on down

the administration is determined to discourage any future leaks.

NBC News, Washington.

- Colson speaks very highly of you. - That's good to hear.

He doesn't speak highly of anyone.

Nor they of him.

Jesting. Please don't tell him I said that.

Of course not.

SIU has been a long time coming

but this Pentagon Papers business

was the final straw.

The country's going to hell

in a handbasket.

God damn Jane Fonda.

People need to understand

they cannot violate our national security

and get away with it.

The president feels there's been too much heel-dragging on these leaks.

Heel-dragging and pussyfooting.

If there's one thing I detest more than heel-dragging

it's pussyfooting.

Son of a bitch steals 7,000 pages of top-secret documents

gives it to the goddamn press.

High treason!

I told Colson I think Ellsberg should be

tarred, and feathered, and hanged.

Well, then, you and the president are of the same mind.

Hence, SIU. Special Intelligence Unit.

Oh, look, right.

Bud, I don't... I don't mean to step on any toes here

but "Special Intelligence" makes it sound like we're...

mentally handicapped.

That had not occurred to me.

Just make sure he does it quickly this time.

- John. - Anyone... Bud.

Oh. Well, this must be the... master spy.

Howard Hunt, John Dean, White House Counsel.

John. What a pleasure to meet you.

Likewise, Hunt.

Good luck with your little project.

Don't mind Dean.

He thought SIU should have been his, but between us...

president thinks he has too much old lady in him.

Yeah, well, that explains the hairdo.

I want you to meet Gordon Liddy.

We worked narcotics together at Treasury.

You'll like him. Toughest guy I know.

He has a thing that he does to prove his commitment.

He'll hold his hand in the flame of a candle.

- And? What's the trick? - There isn't one.

Gets third-degree burns every time, never flinches.

He's a great guy.

- Real family man. - Don't touch me!

Gordon.

Now, you're going to thrust that right there.

Right through the pervert's cartilage

straight up and into the brain.

And voilà, threat's neutralized.

Gordon Liddy. This is Howard Hunt.

Colson made you sound like a...

regular James Bond.

Funny, he never mentioned you.

For the record, James Bond is a work of fiction.

I am the real deal.

- Oh. - I write fiction

so I know the difference.

Howard and Colson are both brown men.

- Oh! - Where'd you go to school, amigo?

Fordham.

They teach you that pencil business at Fordham?

We're told Ellsberg is seeing a psychiatrist.

Bud, I had a few ideas about Ellsberg.

You know, I think he might be a...

There's been a spate of rapes in the area

so I've been teaching the girls in the office a little basic

self-defense.

Well, let us pray

those rapes happen near pencil sharpeners.

- Gentlemen. - See, Hunt

here at SIU, I try

and teach my people to embrace the unorthodox.

Dream the impossible.

Your people?

Bud... maybe I'm a little confused here.

Colson told me that SIU was my op.

With you providing oversight, of course.

You have been given erroneous information.

SIU is mine.

Everybody knows SIU is a Gordon Liddy operation.

Gentlemen, as per the president, I will be heading up SIU.

You two will work together, you will report to me.

That's the arrangement. Take it or leave it.

- Roger that, amigo. - Copacetic.

Nothing makes my heart pound

like a well-tailored pair of riding pants.

You are such a simple man, Mr. Hunt.

Sounds like someone's had a good day.

I did, indeed.

Makes one of us.

What's the matter?

Lisa's been calling.

In tears.

It's goddamn American University, it's not Harvard.

Apparently, her professors do not understand her.

Join the club.

Really good curry, Mama.

Oh, thank you, sweetie.

Next time, perhaps fewer raisins.

No, thanks.

Well, I've got some good news.

They're setting me up in the White House.

Office of the Secretary.

The West Wing?

Well, the EOB.

Which is still considered the White House.

- Cool. - Only to people who work in EOB.

Are you going to meet the president?

Well, it's funny you ask that.

It's probably Lisa again.

- Oh, hi, honey. - Actually...

Papa already met the president when he was vice president.

We had dinner together in Mexico.

- Wow. - The spicy food, sadly

did not agree with him...

- Honey. - ...so he ordered cottage cheese

- with ketchup. - I can't hear you if you're crying.

Christ. Is it too much to ask

to enjoy one damn meal?

I'll call you back after dinner. I love you.

Is Lisa going back to the nuthouse?

No. Sweetie, don't call it that. It was a hospital.

Christ. All that money to all those doctors

right down the commode.

Come on, David. Let's go watch some TV.

It's been five years since the car accident.

I mean, she should be better by now.

It wasn't just the accident, Howard. You know that.

Leave my plate in the icebox.

Howard, we need to have a serious talk.

Not today. Today is a good day.

- One, two, three, four! - One, two, three, four!

- We don't want your fucking war! - We don't want your fucking war!

- One, two, three, four! - One, two, three, four!

- We don't want your fucking war! - We don't want your fucking war!

- One, two, three, four! - One, two, three, four!

- We don't want your fucking war! - We don't want your fucking war!

- One, two, three, four! - One, two, three, four!

- We don't want your fucking war! - We don't want your fucking war!

- One, two, three, four! - One, two, three, four!

- We don't want your fucking war! - We don't want your fucking war!

- One, two, three, four! - One, two, three, four!

- We don't want your fucking war! - We don't want your fucking war!

- One, two, three, four! - One, two, three, four!

- We don't want your fucking war! - We don't want your fucking war!

- One, two, three, four! - One, two, three, four!

- We don't want your... - We don't want your...

These are the latest wiretap transcripts.

We have taps on Ellsberg's phones

as well as those of his family, associates

even his Beverly Hills psychiatrist.

I'll be candid, gentlemen.

We don't have a hell of a lot.

I'm sure Ellsberg knows that his phone is tapped.

He's no fool.

What does it say in the file? From the psychiatrist.

Dr. Fielding refused to turn it over to us.

Doctor-patient privilege.

Clearly, they're hiding something.

And what they're hiding is that Ellsberg is a communist agent.

Connect the dots.

Who benefits from the world thinking that we can't win in Vietnam?

Hanoi, Russia, China, Cuba.

We have no hard evidence he's a spy.

Yet.

A line has been crossed.

Ellsberg needs to be taken down, publicly discredited, and fast.

The president wants extensive polygraph tests

from everyone with high-level access.

DoD, CIA, FBI, and State.

I've taken the liberty of compiling a list

of 500 or so names

grouped by department.

Five hundred?

Things have changed quite a bit since your brief stint

with the Bureau, Gordon.

Director Hoover doesn't believe in lie detectors anymore.

Our machines are in a basement, gathering dust.

Well, if we're going to turn the rats on each other

we need to create a climate of fear and distrust.

(German) Nacht und nebel.

Night and fog.

We are not the White House's Gestapo.

The president wants these polygraphs. This is a direct order.

If the president has any questions, he's welcome to call Director Hoover.

I assure you, the FBI is committed

with all legal means at our disposal

to assist the White House in stopping leaks.

Gentlemen.

Bud?

Meeting adjourned.

So I guess it's just you and me

against the entire radical left?

Sisyphus had it easy.

If you and I are the guys that nail Ellsberg

Nixon will love us.

And by extension, Project ODESSA.

ODESSA?

Oh, yeah. New name for SIU.

ODESSA is the secret network

that helped the SS officers get to South America.

And how exactly does that relate

to our current national security problems?

I already had the stationary made.

You made... stationary for a covert op?

We got to get that file from the psychiatrist. Fielding.

What kind of an idiot Soviet agent spills his guts to a shrink?

If the FBI can't get their hands on the file, how would we?

We don't need to steal Ellsberg's actual psychiatric file

just photograph it.

That will prove he's in bed with the Russians.

And then we'll have Mr. Pentagon Papers

by the short hairs.

It's a simple black bag job, Bud.

- A black bag job? - Yeah.

At the Company, we call them black ops.

It's a better name.

The proverbial black bag refers to the satchel

in which one carries one's tools.

"Black ops" is subtler.

The point is, Bud

Fielding will never know we were there.

At this stage, we're just talking recon, not infiltration.

Yeah.

Then we'll scope out the good doctor's building, hallways

and see if we can gain entry.

A trip to Beverly Hills.

The CIA will provide us with cameras, documents, disguises.

What kind of disguises?

Open.

There you go.

We need driver's licenses, pocket litter

the whole kit and caboodle.

Yeah. Try these.

A standard-issue 35mm camera, as well as a low-light miniature.

And walkie-talkies.

Walkies are all in use. You'll have to supply your own.

Here.

Hey, how's that gait-alterer?

Feels like I have a pebble in my shoe.

I got a pebble in my shoe.

You sure this isn't too conspicuous for a clandestine operation?

Exactly.

All they'll remember about you is the gimmick.

"How tall was he? Not sure. He walked with a limp.

Eye color? Can't remember. His hair was bizarre.

Couldn't tell if it was a wig or not."

Classic misdirection.

Black ops 101.

See?

- He calls it "black bag." - Oh.

FBI dipshit.

Oh. How about this weather?

Governor Ronald Reagan.

Oh, about two blocks.

Just take a right.

Apparently, Warren Beatty lives around here.

Paul Newman, too.

Communists.

You don't need to exaggerate the limp.

I'm not exaggerating. It hurts.

That's Fielding's office.

Get in the shot. Like a tourist.

Say "cheese."

Cheese.

Good.

Ma'am.

Might you take a picture of myself and my friend, George F. Leonard?

Of course.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Actually, no. Here. Here.

Oh.

Smile. You're on vacation.

Where are you two from?

- Montana. - Florida.

Okay. Smile.

Next to the car.

We're in a fucking alley.

You're in California. Look like you're having fun.

A little awkward.

It is what it is.

It was him! I'm telling you.

John Wayne is not picking up his own dry cleaning.

That was the Duke.

- She saw us. - Shit.

That's gonna be a problem.

Hold on. If Consuela lets us in, there is no crime, right?

You are the lawyer.

Wait. Let me think about that.

(Spanish) Hello, lady.

Oh, young lady.

We are doctors and friends of Dr. Fielding.

With your permission

we would like to go into his office and leave for him something he has.

Okay.

What are we doing?

You are going to leave a very important message

for our dear friend, Dr. Fielding. I will wait out here.

(Spanish) Yes.

(Spanish) These offices are very clean.

Good work.

(Spanish) Thank you.

(Spanish) You are doctors?

(Spanish) Yes. Psychiatrists.

We are very important.

All done.

With the note.

Doctor, did you forget your glasses?

Yes.

Farsighted. I can't see a thing without them.

(Spanish) Thank you.

Did you photograph the file?

No. The cabinet was locked. But I shot the whole office.

Mission accomplished. Come on.

Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum

You came along And everything started to hum

Still, it's a real good bet The best is yet to come

The best is yet to come Come the day you're mine

So good!

Encore!

Thank you. The band is going to take five.

Please, be sure to tip your waitress.

That was wonderful, Mr. Hamilton. Are you a professional musician?

Perhaps in a past life.

Actually, on the QT, my colleague and I just finished

a top-secret mission for President Nixon.

Edward. You bullshitter, you.

This guy. That's not true.

By the way

why don't you give me your number and address?

I'll send you my most recent book. I am a novelist as well.

- Really? - Yes. And...

maybe when I'm in town...

I have a top-secret mission for you.

One more beer, please.

Anything German.

Oh, and some matches, please.

Yes.

Hey, hey. What are you doing?

Telling an airborne waitress that we work for the president?

Just blowing off steam, amigo.

Making new friends.

I promise you, she didn't believe a word of it.

You okay?

Goddamn ulcer.

This helps.

Look.

Now, I appreciate that you take chances.

Yes, we've gotten results.

But I can't have any fuckups, capisce?

It's too important.

Now, you listen to me, George.

You are not a federal agent anymore.

You are an intelligence agent.

You are a spy.

And if you want to succeed in this line of work

you need to be willing to bend the rules.

Color outside the lines.

Sorry, all we have is Budweiser.

Oh, hell. Sounds German, right?

Right.

Oh, thank you.

- What is that? - Nothing.

- Give me that. - Don't even think twice.

Give that! You better let me see that!

No! Get away from us!

Let me see! Give it!

Linda.

You are a married man, Mr. Hunt.

Howard is. Edward is not.

Just like that. Just like that, Howard.

- Edward. - What?

Call me Edward.

Right. Yes. Sorry, I...

Edward. Just like that, Edward.

Edward!

The LA mission was a success.

That explains it.

It's all coming together, Dot.

You know, the kids have never been to Paris.

(French) Wait, honey.

They're only paying me $100 a day.

Really?

I thought the SIU was your big comeback.

Oh, it is.

They just don't know it yet.

Ellsberg's file has got to be in that cabinet.

I have to say, fellas. I'm impressed.

You should've seen this guy operate.

Gets the cleaning lady to let us in.

Ergo, all a hundred-percent legal.

And they can't ID us.

Oh, yeah. Good luck with that.

And the best part, when she leaves at night...

Oh, yeah.

She doesn't even lock the back door.

Slip in, get into the filing cabinet, slip out.

- In, out... - Without anybody knowing.

Textbook black op.

Well, I'm gonna run your black bag op by Ehrlichman. But...

I think he is going to like it.

Great work.

Plumbers?

We fix leaks.

I think everybody prefers ODESSA.

No, no. Plumbers is better. Very clever.

Thank you, Howard.

Yeah. Come on...

- We're running late. - We're not late.

We're ten minutes early, Howard.

- No, we're actually... - Yes, we're ten minutes early.

Listen, he can be a lot to take at first

but he kinda grows on you.

Well, some people say the same thing about you.

- Just fix this. - Please don't touch my hair. Howard.

Welcome! I'm Frances.

Come in... come in.

Kids, I want you to say hello to the Hunts.

- Hello! - Hello!

This is Jim, Tom, Grace, Alexandra, and Raymond.

- Hello! - Hello!

Tom?

Pleased to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Hunt.

It's an honor to have such distinguished members

of the armed forces and...

Foreign services.

Foreign services in our home.

And may I say what an honor it is

to meet such polite and well-groomed youngsters.

Take their coats.

May I please take your coat, Mrs. Hunt?

Oh, yes. Thank you.

I hear you have a daughter at Smith.

Yes, Kevan.

What an unusual name for a girl.

Fun!

Okay. Who would like a drink?

- Yes. - Here we go.

Upstairs.

It's just been "Howard this" and "Howard that."

If Howard wasn't a man, I'd be jealous.

- Oh, stop! - Well, maybe you should be.

Oh, stop!

So where did you two meet?

Oh, actually, we met in China.

- Oh! - At work.

- So you're also a... - I was.

During the war, I was involved

in the recovery of art stolen by the Nazis.

Wow.

Fascinating. Just fascinating.

- I'm a history nut myself. - He is.

Yeah. Well actually, I might have a little artifact

that you might find very interesting...

- Oh. - ...given your line of work.

You know, when I met Dot, she was formidable.

Carried guns, spoke multiple languages.

She was a veritable Bond Girl.

Now I'm just a suburban hausfrau.

Nothing wrong with that.

And she's also a "translator" at the Spanish Embassy, wink-wink.

I heard that!

How did you two meet?

His sister set us up.

I selected Fran for her high intelligence.

She used to work at IBM.

Receptionist.

And of course, her Celtic-Teutonic genes.

Lineage is very important to Gordon.

Even more so than intelligence.

I hope you all brought your appetites tonight

because Franny makes a mean roast.

- I love a good... - (German)

- Is that Hitler? - Yes.

(German)

(German)

Franny, do you want to go check the potatoes?

I set a timer! I'll hear it go off!

See? Intelligence!

Gordon, you don't happen to have any jazz, do you?

- No. - Big-band era?

Benny Goodman?

You know, I know Gene Krupa...

You met him once, Howard.

What is he yelling about?

(German) The Art of Greece.

What about show tunes? You have any show tunes?

No, this is better.

He's talking about art as propaganda for the ancient Greeks.

Of course, he's comparing the Hellenic ideal to the Bolshevik.

(German)

Franny, get down!

(German)

Well, it's okay. It's just eggs, Gordon, just eggs.

And some kids.

Fran, those goddamn punks are back.

Sorry, everybody. I'll be right back.

Honey, we have guests.

(German)

Why is he going upstairs?

Why don't you ask Hitler?

This whole new house, new school, it's been a bit of an adjustment.

Gordon told the boys not to take any guff from the locals

so they've gotten in their share of dust-ups.

That's what the eggs are about.

Such a waste of food.

Boys can be so cruel.

- I know. - What?

- It doesn't matter, Howard. - Boys.

- Huh? - Boys!

Can I freshen your drink?

Would you mind to just turn that down a little bit?

What?

Just...

Cheese?

We have all three... cheddar, Swiss, and Jarlsberg.

- (German) - Problem solved!

Gordon, your leg again.

We had a civilized chat

and after a little old-fashioned arm twisting

they agreed to take their carousing elsewhere.

Grace, ice pack!

Coming, Mother!

(German)

- The potatoes! - Oh, delicious!

(German)

So.

I know. The Nazi stuff.

Yes.

And the gun.

I know.

The sooner you're done with this guy, the better.

Fran seems nice.

Gordon. I've got some very good news.

- Hello, Bud. - Where's Hunt?

- Bud. - Yes. Good.

Ellsberg mission is a go

but you two cannot make the entry yourselves.

You are White House employees on the payroll.

We'll get outside help.

Exchange that for fresh cash at a bank, so it isn't traceable.

Call me when it's done.

For God's sake, don't get caught.

How are we looking?

What kind of budget is 2,600 bucks for this kind of op?

It's not about the money.

My boys will do it for free. They're patriots.

Real Americans.

Better.

Hi.

Good afternoon. Are you gentlemen checking in?

We're not staying here.

Excellent.

Then you're more than welcome to park in our garage.

Okay.

(Spanish) Listen to me, but what is that?

- (Spanish) - We have reservations.

Remember that guy's face.

It is a lack of respect.

No... no. It is a lack of respect.

If you see the maid, tell her we are out of soap.

The wife gets pretty jazzed

when I bring these home from traveling.

You are one romantic son of a bitch, Gordon Liddy.

Well, I try.

It's the boys.

(Spanish) Friends!

(Spanish) Hey, mate!

(Spanish) Man, what's up?

We got off on six

and went up the stairs to make sure we weren't followed.

We're on the seventh floor.

He has the "angina."

Take your nitro, Macho.

- Come here. - Jesusito!

Eduardo.

Fellas, this is "George F. Leonard."

He's ex-FBI.

George, this is Felipe De Diego

Rolando Martinez, known as "Musculito"

- And Bernard Barker. - Macho.

- Macho. - Macho.

A little birdie told me you are all Bay of Pigs.

No.

It's okay. He knows.

Then yes.

George, if you want

a can't-lose investment, Miami real estate.

- Oh, I'm... - If you ever wanna talk property...

- Gentlemen. - ...call me.

Gentlemen.

To old friends, to new beginnings

Cuba libre, and President Richard Nixon!

- (Spanish) Long live Nixon! - (Spanish) Long live Nixon!

And fuck Kennedy!

- Fuck Kennedy! - Fuck Kennedy!

- Fuck Kennedy. - Fuck Kennedy!

Any sign?

No. Fielding is still in his office.

What is that?

This?

ZF-41 sniper scope. World War II vintage.

German, of course.

Of course.

Gordon, I have to ask.

What's with the Hitler hard-on?

You know, a lot of us fought in the war.

I am no Nazi.

Believe me.

And I understand what those people did was pure evil.

But before the war

Hoboken was a pretty rough town, and I...

I was a scrawny little mick.

Used to get the shit kicked out of me daily.

Scared to even leave the house.

And my nanny...

German, Frau Teresa...

she used to put Hitler's speeches on the radio.

And there was something about that voice

just filled me with the will

to just get out there and conquer my fears.

And der Hindenburg.

She used to fly right above my house.

The most incredible sight I'd ever seen.

Bigger than a battleship.

Have you ever considered that Adolf Hitler

and Der Hindenburg

are not ideal templates for success?

Well, inspired, nonetheless.

Oh! There's Fielding.

- We got him. - I know.

I can see him with my naked eye. He's right there.

He's headed to his car.

- Get ready to follow him. - I'm gonna call the Cubans.

Unit One to Unit Two, eagle has left the nest. Over.

Over. Over.

Copy that, over.

These things are garbage, muchacho.

I spent every dime that Bud gave us.

Oh, that's him. Hold this.

- Too close. - I know.

- Speed up. - Right.

Shit! You okay?

Pain is a mental construct.

Shrink's got a nice house.

What a job this poor mope has.

Listening to pantywaists like Ellsberg

whine about their mothers all day.

I'm so angry at my mom!

I saw a psychiatrist.

Oh.

A couple of times.

My kids were in a car accident years ago.

My eldest, Lisa, she...

she banged her head up pretty badly.

Oh.

It...

affected her.

Well, then.

A man has got to take care of his family.

All right.

I'll stay here and keep eyes on Fielding.

You head back, run point on the Cubans in the entry.

Any hang ups, radio me.

Roger that.

Thanks.

- (Spanish) Gloves. - (Spanish) Give me the gloves.

(Spanish) Thank you.

Heading to the back door now.

We are a go.

The patient is with the doctor.

Over.

Over.

Do not copy.

Wait a minute.

Repeat.

Eagle is in the nest. Over.

Do not copy. Repeat. Over.

I said, "The eagle is still in the nest."

(Spanish) You can't hear a thing. You can't understand a thing.

I can't understand you either. Please.

Go again. Over.

I said, the eagle is in the goddamn nest!

The nest!

Press the button all the way in and speak clearly.

Don't shout.

Goddamn nest, over!

Fuck!

George. We've got a problem.

What kind of problem?

It's locked. We radioed you.

These walkie-talkies are shit, man.

Hey! Do not blame the equipment!

Okay. Okay.

Damn it.

It was supposed to be open. Any other way in?

Well, there's that. But that one's locked, too.

Break the goddamn window.

(Spanish) Enough. That's enough.

- (Spanish) What happened? - My wrist!

(Spanish)

Shit... shit!

- Fielding's out of pocket! - What?

- We have to get the boys out! - Why didn't you radio me?

Fellas? Can you hear me?

That's why!

Oh, there they are!

- (Spanish) Hurry up! Let's go! - (Spanish) Boys, let's go!

(Spanish) Come on! Come on!

(Spanish) No... This is Miami. This is Miami.

- (Spanish) Come on. Go... go! - Come on!

Okay, full debriefing.

- Did we get the file? - There was no Ellsberg file.

- Shit. You're sure? Nothing? - (Spanish) Nothing.

We went through every file in that office, man.

We took Polaroids. (Spanish) Look.

(Spanish)

Rosenberg, Goldberg, Grodberg...

- (Spanish) But Ellsberg, no. - (German) Shit!

- (Spanish) Cheers! - (Spanish) Cheers!

Geo, we know the file was moved.

(Spanish) The party has begun.

(Spanish)

(Spanish) Well done!

What are we celebrating?

Well, dollars to donuts

the file is in Fielding's house.

So, to our next mission...

(Spanish) Go ahead!

- (Spanish) Go ahead! - (Spanish) Go ahead!

- (Spanish) Long live Nixon! - (Spanish) Long live Nixon!

- (Spanish) Long live Nixon! - (Spanish) Long live Nixon!

Eduardo, you need to see this.

- (Spanish) - Edward!

Macho, what happened?

We had a little trouble with the lock on the filing cabinet.

It broke.

So we had to improvise.

Hey!

(Spanish)

You know, the whole point of the operation, Macho

was for Fielding to never know that we were there.

George told us to break the window.

- I didn't. - Jesus, Gordon!

Who's Gordon?

You tore the place apart.

Why is all this shit on the floor?

(Spanish) Oh, calm down, calm down!

We come up with a plan.

We made a mess, threw some pills around

to make it seem like junkies were looking for drugs.

Where'd you get the pills?

We broke into a doctor's office down the hall.

May I ask a question?

(Spanish) This bastard.

What kind of a drug addict

A, brings his own drugs to a crime scene

and B, scatters them about the floor

and leaves them behind?

That's a fair point. That's a fair point.

I know how important those files were to you, Boss.

We didn't wanna let you down.

Gentlemen.

Fuck... fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

I'm back. We bungled the whole thing.

- Howard? - It was a disaster.

This was my last chance. It's over.

Yes. I'm... I'm sorry to hear that, but...

Dot, I know you don't like Gordon, but we blew it. It is over.

It... maybe it's fate

- trying to tell me... - Lisa is dropping out of college.

Christ, I did not drop out!

Lisa?

Surprise.

- What are you doing home? - I don't know.

I just decided it wasn't a great way

to spend my limited time on this planet

listening to a bunch of establishment tools.

You know, it sounds like dropping out to me.

See! I knew he was gonna say that!

Honey, she's very upset.

- So am I! - Does this mean that

I could skip college, too?

- No! - Shut up!

We both had very bad days.

Papa tried to deliver a very big project

for President Nixon, which did not go well

and you had whatever difficulties you had.

Take tonight, get some sleep.

In the morning, I'll drive you back, pumpkin.

No. First of all, to hell with Nixon!

And I'm not going back there!

- Keep your voice down. - You cannot make me go back!

Why? Can Nixon hear me?

Try the breathing, sweetie.

Okay. You've got this under control. You don't need me.

You can thank your lucky stars that LAPD blamed it on a junkie.

Goddamn amateur night with those Cubans.

And I am going to tell that to Krogh.

Those Cubans improvised that whole junkie ruse!

They saved our asses!

Oh. Hey, Doug.

Would you say this "black op" is indicative

of the professionalism and general competence of your CIA?

Those men were betrayed by this country

and yet here they are

putting their asses on the line for it again, and for zero pay!

Do you know anyone from the FBI

doing this kind of high-risk work for free?

Damn right you don't! That's loyalty!

That's patriotism!

Do not lecture me on patriotism, friend.

- You can go right in. - Thank you.

And let the record show

Gordon Liddy shits red, white, and blue.

Hiya, fellas.

John!

Gordon, this is John Dean.

Have a seat.

So...

waiting for Bud?

Oh, no. No. No. Bud's out.

Gentlemen, you're fired.

Congratulations, you're hired.

Liddy, you now work for the Committee to Re-elect the President.

The president needs men of action and your new mission

is to make sure he wins this election.

Liddy, we'd like you to be the Committee's new Chief Counsel.

Oh.

Thank you, John.

I'm honored.

I hope Howard will be available to advise.

I will, indeed.

Very nice.

You'll report to Jeb Magruder.

He's deputy head over there, and keep me briefed.

So I'm clear, Bud?

The president doesn't think he has the stomach for bare-knuckle tactics.

Too much little old lady in him.

Yeah.

But your commitment, your zeal

let's just say you impressed the right people.

So...

what are we talking about here?

Espionage, sabotage, infiltration

disinformation, electronic surveillance

recruiting and planting moles, your various and sundry dirty tricks.

Same shit they do to us every election.

Work up a proposal and budget, and...

dazzle us.

Say, John, when you say budget

what size ballpark are we playing in here?

How much do you think you'll need?

Oh, like...

For the scope and scale

of what it is you're envisioning, I'd say...

a million dollars?

Sure. Whatever you boys need.

Sure.

What have we got?

One of our cameras was used in an op for the White House.

They forgot to take the film out of the camera when they gave it back.

What the fuck is this?

Translator: IYUNO