Original subtitles

The two men who looked most pleased tonight

were President Nixon and Brezhnev,

and well they might, since both have prevailed

over groups in their own countries

who think an arms limitation deal

is wicked folly.

What was signed tonight was the result of risks,

time, patience, and political skill.

The signing ceremony for the agreements

on nuclear weapons...

Unit Two to Unit Three. Come in.

Unit Two to Unit Three. Request status report. Over.

Unit Three to Unit Two. Roger that. Gimme a sec. Over.

...so it all went well in Vladimir's hall

in the Kremlin tonight.

And if Mr. Nixon didn't make any new friends,

his enemies looked less dangerous.

And as far as the history

of the nuclear age is concerned...

Unit Three to Units One and Two. Chickens are in the henhouse.

Over. Copy that.

Copy that. Passing the entrance now. Over.

Unit Two, where are you going?

Why are you passing the entrance to the henhouse?

There's a 24-hour guard in the lobby,

so I found us a back door.

Back door? Uh, Unit Two, what back door?

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

What the fuck are we doing here?

You'll see.

Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to the Watergate Hotel.

This way.

Lucky for us, the complex contains

six different buildings, all interconnected,

so we can bypass lobby security.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Welcome to the Watergate Office Building,

home of the Democratic National Committee.

Very nice, boss.

- Hey. Down. - Down?

Down.

Unit Three to Unit Two. Hold your position. Over.

Worry not. I found us the perfect place

to hide and wait on the banquet level.

Unit Two, where the hell are you gonna

hide on the banquet level?

Simple, I booked a banquet room.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to the Continental Room.

We are the Ameritas party.

- We are? - Yeah.

- We are. - We are.

♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

So, tell me, gentlemen.

what does the Ameritas Corporation do?

- What? - ♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKER) ♪

- Business! - Huh.

- Business. - What kind of business?

Uh, transportation.

Transportation.

Bon appétit!

How come you got soup?

Because it was soup or salad.

I thought it was soup and salad.

Oye.

- Oh. - Say, Frank.

Bet you killed quite a few Japs in the war?

I ain't one to brag.

Why don't you ask him about the couple of dozen guys

he greased for Castro

before he realized the bearded shitbird

was giving Khrushchev a courtesy reach-around.

Oh!

You know, I wasn't the only company man

to get outsmarted by Fidel, Eduardo.

Your hands are as dirty as mine.

Thank you. What the shit!

- You got another soup? - I ordered it.

Can I get another soup?

Oh, very sorry, sir. That was the last one.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Gentlemen, thank you, uh, you can clear out now,

uh, we're going to stay, maybe have a couple of stogies.

Uh... Oh.

You're way ahead of me. Thank you so much.

Thank you, sir. - Have a good night.

You, too.

- Gordon. - Gentlemen.

It's 10:00 p.m.

Unit Two will head up to the DNC,

my team will meet our guy at the McGovern HQ.

Come on.

Villo.

Remember. Photograph everything.

Right, boss. Just like Fielding.

No. Not like Fielding.

Wait for Baldwin's signal, then head up.

Roger that. - Come on.

Unit Two to Unit Three.

What's happening in the henhouse? Over.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

- ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - That's the place.

My inside man in the McGovern campaign said

wait by the back door.

Well, it is pretty damn bright back there.

I can fix that.

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

Tricky angle.

Did you serve?

I did. But I missed out on all the action.

In basic training, before we shipped out to Korea,

some of the fellows challenged me

to a sit-up contest.

I won the contest, but blew my appendix.

Still haunts me.

Don't worry. I'll get it.

Maybe it's your appendix.

Unit Three to Unit Two. Henhouse status unchanged.

- That's a no-go. Over. - Copy that. Over.

Very close.

Please, stop swaying!

I wouldn't be swaying if you made the fucking shot.

Almost, Halcón.

What's "Halcón"?

His nickname. It means "the falcon."

The bird all other birds fear.

Shouldn't it be "halcon" like "falcon"?

No.

Nice shot, Halcón.

Come on. Help me down.

"Halcon" really sounds better.

Coño.

- What the hell is going on up there? - No lo sé.

Um, sir,

the manager said you gentlemen were supposed

to be done here by 10:00. Indeed.

We are just packing up the, uh, projector,

and then we will be on our way. Scout's honor.

No problem, just gotta lock up by midnight.

Bye!

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Fan out. See, this means fan out.

It's too dark in here. I can't see shit.

Criminy!

Where the hell is he?

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

Don't worry.

My guy's a professional. He'll be here.

Excuse me.

Hi. What?

You are our inside man! What are you doing outside?

The janitor found me!

I was hiding in the furnace room.

He got scared. The kid,

he must have come out the front door.

Get back to your post!

I don't think I'm cut out for this stuff, sir.

I'm sorry. Fuck!

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

You gutless Mormon!

Your guy, huh?

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Unit Two, the henhouse is nearly empty.

Repeat Three to Two. Henhouse is nearly empty.

Get into position, over.

Vámonos, vámonos.

It's locked.

- Señor Locksmith. - Okay.

¡Puñeta!

You didn't tell me it was a double-sided deadbolt.

Are you saying we're locked in?

¡Puta madre! ¡Coño!

Back to the closet.

¡Cállate!

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

Oye, chico.

I guess we're sleeping here.

Nighty night.

How was your steak? I didn't eat steak.

I had the tilapia.

How was it? It was okay.

Oh, Christ. I gotta take a leak.

Oh.

Muy necesito.

Three to Two. Henhouse is empty.

All clear. Proceed. Over.

Here. Hello.

I repeat, all clear.

Unit Two, proceed. Over.

Hello?

Unit Two?

Anyone there?

And here it is. Thirteen minutes before six.

A beautiful morning. And a good time

to check on the traffic here with traffic officer, Bill.

The traffic is quite considerably

moving nicely into the Downtown DC area.

Folks will be glad to hear that.

Okay, Officer Bill. Thank you.

Well, actually, we have another traffic update

and the weather forecast and we just...

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Whatever you do,

do not drink the whiskey at the Watergate.

Hmm. Roger that.

Papa?

Papa?

Kevan?

Yes, my... sweet angel?

Who's Gordon Liddy?

Wait, we're gonna do everything.

Well, the lube is gonna soak-- - Morning.

Howard.

No one woke me for breakfast.

Well, Howard, we never know what your plans are.

We're headed to the club for a swim and some tennis.

Assuming you've paid the bill.

She's a funny one.

- You didn't see me. - Okay.

Eggs? Yeah.

Did you see the Viet Cong come through here?

No VC were invited for breakfast.

Uh, went that way, honey.

You got it. Oh! Uh...

Kevan is our resident Smithie. Home for the holiday.

4.0 grade average.

Well, maybe if you two applied yourselves a little more.

Oh. Maybe if you

applied yourself a little bit more.

Yeah.

Well, actually, she's right. Especially you, boy.

Oh.

Dorothy was telling me about your big Paris trip.

Oh. Well. Uh, about that. I'm-- I'm not sure we're going

to be able to vacation this summer.

Might be busy with Gordon.

Muy busy-oso.

Don't worry about Paris, dear.

It's just gonna be me, and David, and Kevan.

Oh. Good. Fun.

Well, I have some really exciting news.

I finally figured out what I want to do with my life.

Oh?

I am going to be a farmer.

- A... As in crops and dirt? - That is noble work.

Great. All that tuition right down--

Eat lead, Charlie!

Oh, my God!

Put that down. He's just a child with a toy.

Gordon, Gordon. Uh, let's get some air.

Come on. Outside.

Oh, my God.

That toy gun is a recipe for disaster.

Only real guns in the Liddy household.

I do not need child-rearing lessons from you.

- Danke schön. - Come on.

We should get the wives together again.

Fran has been asking.

Oh, yes. Dorothy would love that.

McGovern HQ has added round-the-clock security.

so that just leaves the Watergate.

We strike tonight.

We walk straight in the front door.

No more bullshit banquets, just sheer force of will.

That's not a plan!

What's our cover? We're all with the DNC

and we forgot our wallets?

Gefunden! That's our way in.

Buying a new briefcase, are we?

Move along.

We are going to talk about this farming business.

It's called agriculture.

Look.

We are there for a different meeting

in another office. On another floor, all together.

Did you okay this with Magruder?

Hell no. Magruder has no idea about last night's debacle.

If we go in tonight,

it's as though last night never even happened.

As far as anyone knows,

tonight will be our first attempt.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Can I help you? We have an appointment.

Federal Reserve Office.

- Eighth floor. - At midnight.

Middle of Memorial Day Weekend?

International business.

You know, time zones.

All right. Sign in.

Rápido, amigos. Rápido.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Where the hell is McCord?

What?

That son of a bitch has the equipment.

I knew that oddball would go rogue!

- I knew it! - I know.

Villo. ¿Qué pasa?

These are the wrong tools.

What?

He has the wrong tools. How is that even possible?

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

In Miami.

BERNARD "MACHO" BARKER: ¿Dónde?

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Hey! What the...

- Larry? - Jim?

You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?

I got a meeting at the Federal Reserve.

Looks like my guy didn't show.

I'll give him another 45 minutes or so.

I'll just wait on the couch there.

Ed, this is Jim McCord. John Mitchell's bodyguard.

No, not anymore. Huh. No, I started my own firm.

Doing some contract work with the Committee to Re-Elect.

Really?

- You guys hiring? - Definitely.

I want to know everything that you said to them.

- Verbatim! - But I don't remember

every damn word they said to me, Gordon.

I was trying to keep them occupied!

I warned you about him! I predicted this.

Warned him about what?

What did you warn him about, Gordon? No! Gordon!

This is a Cuban locksmith who can't pick a lock.

Sandwiches, gentlemen?

Turkey, ham, tuna fish.

ROLANDO "MUSCULITO" MARTINEZ: Muchas gracias, Dorothy.

I'll leave you boys to it.

Thank you.

- And you... - Uh...

-¿Sí? - You, señor,

are on the first flight back

- to Miami. - Okay.

And you're going to collect the right tools

and you're coming back here tonight.

And we're all going in again.

We cannot break in a third time, Gordon.

We have not broken in once!

Bernard. I have a little something for Clara.

Ay, gracias, Dorothy.

-Muchas gracias. - De nada.

♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

- Dorothy. - Gordon.

So, what's the plan?

Uh, we're going in through the garage this time.

- ♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - Here you go.

Delivery guys are in and out of there all day. - Thanks, Cap.

Always taping the lock open.

So no one should notice.

McCord is going to take care of the door.

This is our last chance.

What I meant was are you taking Kevan to the train station

or should I ask St. John?

I-- I think you just answered my question.

Oh. But it's the long weekend.

Remember, Papa, I have a sociology paper

due on Tuesday. I told you I was leaving today.

Well, can't-- can't you wait another day?

I barely got to spend time with you.

Well, whose fault is that?

I wish I could.

Come on, sis. We're going to be late.

- Okay. Bye. - Bye.

Bye, Papa.

Bye, kiddo.

Bye.

You're going in tonight? For God's sake,

the president just signed the SALT treaty.

He's far ahead in the polls.

Is any of this nickel-and-dime, cloak-and-dagger stuff

necessary?

We can't afford to take chances with the future of democracy.

Ergo, in through the garage we go.

Howard, that is the stupidest thing

I've ever heard. Please take a minute

to reconsider what you're about to do.

Now here comes the president's helicopter,

Marine Helicopter Number One, landing in the plaza

on the east side

of the east front of the Capitol.

Arriving almost exactly... exactly as scheduled

at 9:30, at the Capitol plaza, so that he can go up the steps

of the House of Representatives, go into the chamber,

and address the members of the House, of the Senate,

Supreme Court, the Diplomatic Corps

of Washington, all of whom are inside

waiting for him in the chamber

of the House of Representatives.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

We're on the second floor.

NBC News presents the last in its series

of programs on President Nixon's journey

to Russia. Brought to you by Shell,

Super Shell and non-leaded Shell of the Future.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

What? Just making sure you're here.

Mr. Speaker,

the President of United States.

My fellow Americans,

your welcome in this great chamber tonight

has a very special meaning to Mrs. Nixon and to me.

We can be proud

that we now have an historic opportunity

to play a great role in helping to achieve man's oldest dream.

A world in which all nations

can enjoy the blessings of peace.

An unparalleled opportunity has been placed

in America's hands.

We can seize this moment or we can lose it.

We can make good this opportunity

to build a new structure of peace in the world.

Or we can let it slip away.

Let us seize the moment so that our children

and the world's children

can live free of the fears and free of the hatreds

that have been the lot of mankind

through the centuries.

It's two bedrooms, near the beach.

For America to continue...

It's a steal.

I'm not looking to buy a house in Miami.

...we must keep America number one

economically in the world.

What about split level? Jacksonville?

...we must keep America...

- What? - Maybe.

And then the historians will write of the year 1972

that this was the year when America helped to lead

the world up out of the lowlands

of constant war and onto the high plateau

of lasting peace.

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

♪ (SINGING IN SPANISH) ♪

♪ (SINGING CONTINUES) ♪

¡Viva Nixon!

Fuck Kennedy! Fuck Kennedy!

You know, I'll bet you,

we could sell Dean on Project SAPPHIRE right now.

- Maybe even TOPAZ. - Why stop there?

All the gemstones!

We'll open a goddamn jewelry store!

All the gemstones!

Commie simps aren't going to know

what hit them.

You know, by the time this is over,

we will be able to write our own ticket.

- Two? Uh-huh. - Yeah.

Come with me. - Hey! Jim! Fred!

Uh, hi. It's Howard!

Hunt. Ah.

Staying busy over at Mullen, I trust.

Uh, actually, I've been working for the White House.

Uh, doing some exciting stuff.

So I hear. Yeah.

Uh... Uh, this is, uh, Fred Jessup.

- Uh, this is my good friend, Gord-- - Walter. Walter.

Can you call Lewis about Saturday?

We still need a fourth. Nine a.m. tee time. Thanks.

You know, not to boast,

but, uh, I'm a ten handicap myself, nearly.

Well, we... We, uh, play Chevy Chase.

Uh, Club tourney, members only.

Of course. Of course.

- I-- I wasn't offering. - Good to see you, Howard.

Yes. See you, Fred.

So, that's Angleton, eh?

Snake-hipped son of a bitch.

Is it true about him and Mary Meyer?

Gordon,

if the Company murdered every woman

that JFK had an affair with, it'd be a goddamn genocide.

Thank you.

- Oh. - No, no, no.

I-- I just sign for it.

Thank you very much.

If you have money, join Metropolitan.

You have brains, you join Cosmos,

if you have neither, you join the University Club.

I belong to all three.

Of course, you do.

Oh. We have got some gemstones to sell.

Yes, indeed.

Gentlemen. Gentlemen. Come in! Sit, sit down.

Uh, we have here the fruits of your magnificent labors.

Are those the transcripts?

Indeed they are.

Shall we dive in?

Hmm. "Page one.

Phone conversation.

Tuesday, June 6th, 2:13 p.m.

Secretary, 'I told him I wanted it curly

but long, like Maria Schneider.'

Voice, 'I told you to go to my guy.'

Secretary, 'Instead, he chops it all off,

and now, I look like Shelley Winters!'

Voice, 'Shelly Winters?' Secretary, 'Shelly Winters--'"

Uh, sorry to interrupt, John,

is that the bug

- from O'Brien's secretary? - Correct.

Why don't we jump ahead to the bug on O'Brien's phone?

Um, get to the meat and potatoes.

Yeah. Let's skip this.

Uh, mm, mm, hmm, yes.

Oh. Uh, this one is, uh, "Inoperative."

No.

What about the bug in the smoke detector

in O'Brien's office?

Excellent question.

Yeah, this one is actually my favorite one.

Okay. Where is it?

Oh, yes. Here we go.

Uh...

Also inoperative. Oh!

What? - Sorry, "Inoperative"?

- Inoperative. - The opposite of operative.

It did not operate.

The only working microphone

that you and your team planted is the one on the phone

of the secretary who now looks like Shelley Winters.

You gentlemen should know I've briefed the president

on the haircut situation,

and we think this could be the thing

that swings the election.

Thanks for stopping by.

For the record, I did not want to hire McCord.

You made us hire him.

- And I want that on the record. - What record?

No one's keeping records of this shit.

What about the files they photographed?

Anything Cuban? Russian? Any-- any dirt at all?

No. Nothing. Zero. Project OPAL, my ass.

You should call it Project TURD. Put that on the record, Gordon.

Hang on.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

There is one idea we didn't pitch you.

It's cheap but devastating.

With the ability to bury McGovern once and for all.

No, I-- I think it's too risky.

Mitchell does not need to hear it.

Hey! Hey! I will be the judge

as to whether or not Mitchell hears it.

So then these filthy hippies,

you know, covered in McGovern buttons,

they just piss, all over the hotel carpet,

in the presidential suite.

They piss all over the carpet? Like a fire hose!

Like a river of hippie piss.

And all in front of the cameras.

Right there, in front of Cronkite.

It's a classic false flag and cheap.

- Really cheap. - Under a million dollars?

- Price of a case of beer! - Or a marijuana cigarette!

Uh...

Do you know who's got that suite booked

the day after McGovern?

No. But I am sure we will be hearing about it.

Poor bastard.

I'll spare you the wait.

It's me.

I'm staying in that suite for our convention, you idiots!

And I don't want any goddamn drug addicts

pissing all over my carpet!

♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Dorothy may have been right

about Pissers.

Magruder knew Mitchell's itinerary. He had to.

Son of a bitch let us hang ourselves.

The president is a good man.

But between you and me,

I worry about some of the people with whom he surrounds himself.

Hmm.

Shit!

♪ (PIANO PLAYING) ♪

Howard, please. Lakewood, they called twice.

I will pay them. I promise.

It might be time for some new luggage.

Has he been taking lessons? He's quite good.

Both your sons are talented musicians.

Of course.

Yeah.

- What if I came to Paris? - Is Papa coming?

What? Sure, kiddo!

We could go to Rue Cler,

stop by that little chocolatier, if it's still there.

It'll be just like when we first started dating.

Hmm. You do know David and Kevan are coming, also.

Do you not want me to come?

Of course, I want you to come. Okay.

Let me go get my dusty old suitcase.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Gordon.

- Gordon. - Fuck you, Jeb.

Good morning.

How are you?

Fuck you, Jeb.

I heard you the first time.

May I have a moment of your time please?

My office.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

Okay, somebody needs to clean this mess up.

That dumbbell McCord needs to fix his bugs.

And you need to photograph everything

in the bottom left drawer of O'Brien's desk.

Which drawer?

Bottom left.

Why?

What's in the drawer?

That's what he wants you to find out!

You want us to break in a fourth time?

Wait, what do you mean a fourth time?

Nothing. Spy talk.

Got it.

No. No, Gordon.

I don't care what that little glad-handing

frat boy thinks. No! That's my final word.

Should I pack a raincoat?

What did Gordon want?

Nothing.

Well, he wants us to hit the DNC again.

I have to tell you, Howard,

this is sounding more and more like the Bay of Pigs.

Believe me.

I know.

♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

You heard me. I-- I told Gordon.

I'm out.

I'm done.

Oh, God.

I left my passport in the safe at the White House.

I'll be back in a jiffy. Pack my new brown loafers.

Hey, kiddo.

Where's Papa going?

Isn't he coming to Paris with us?

Absolutely, yes, sweetie.

Knock, knock.

Gordon.

Howard.

I told you, I'm out.

I'm going to Paris with my family.

Fuck Paris! Your country needs you.

Look, I'm sorry Gordon. We can't do this.

We burned through our budget. There is nothing left.

I sent a bunch of old campaign checks

to Macho. He's going to rinse them

in his Mexican bank account and bring the cash up

with the boys. We are flush. We are ready to go.

This does not feel right, Gordon.

Jesus. It feels slapdash. Risky.

- ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - So then we send the Cubans in.

We wait back in the Command Center,

you and I.

I have done that before.

Never again.

Never.

So, that's it? Hmm?

You're just going to let them win? Huh?

Who, Gordon? Who?

The Democrats? Fuck 'em.

If they elect McGovern, then they deserve

all that's coming to them.

I was talking about those son of a bitches

from the Cosmos Club. Angleton, the...

other prick.

Ones who hung you out to dry, then walked away,

giggling scot-free.

I saw the way that they high-hatted you.

I've been dealing with bullies like that my whole life.

That's why I left the Bureau.

And now, you and I are working

for the President of the United States of America.

And if we can just deliver him one election...

...who knows?

You know, the President may say to you,

“Howard, what do you want?”

And you can say...

“Mr. President...

I want to be CIA Director."

And he will say, "Done."

And all those little sons of bitches...

they will be licking your loafers.

And then you can send them out to pasture, writing PR copy

for Mullen.

Gordon...

you know that's not how it works.

It works any way that the president wants it to work.

It is about proximity to power.

And you and I are as close as it gets.

What-- what's your big gripe about JFK? Hmm?

It's that when shit got hairy...

...that coward got cold feet

and did not do what was right at the Bay of Pigs.

You're better than that. You're better than him.

Thank you, partner.

♪ (WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

And head right to Géricault's Raft of the Medusa.

Do not waste your time

on the Mona Lisa. She's overrated

and-- and for tourists.

I wrote it all down, Papa.

Are you sure you can't come?

Um, maybe I can try to meet you there.

- It's fine, Howard. Really. - All right. Shove over, squirt.

Okay, I will pay the Lakewood dues. I promise.

Please be careful.

I'll look after him.

Bye, Mama!

See you in a month!

Au revoir, ma chérie!

So, uh, Saint's band finally has a name.

We're called Daybreak.

They actually have a gig tonight if we all want to go?

- Uh... - It's fine if you can't.

Of course, I want to, uh...

- But you have to work. - But I have to...

- work. - Right.

Come on.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

I don't understand. I taped the lock myself.

Think it was a guard?

I don't know.

Could have been a mailman or something.

What do we do? - Leave it. Let's go.

- Leave it. - Vámonos.

Thought it was taped over before.

Senator Hubert Humphrey's camp

today predicted that McGovern would fall

more than 180 votes short

on the convention's first ballot,

thereafter would fail to pick up any major...

Those are the pants you're wearing?

What's wrong with them?

Just s... so shiny. It's not an Italian wedding.

Jesus, Gordon, we're in the Command Post.

What does it matter?

What if we were forced to hide, and the only thing

that gave away our position was the blinding sheen

emanating from your pants?

Are you ordering me to change my pants?

No. Simply stating a fact. That were I wearing such glossy,

saucy pants tonight, I would change my pants.

Christ.

You know, you complimented these pants in Miami.

That was Miami.

Not on me. - The tape on the door was gone.

Security?

No sé.

Whatever. We couldn't get in.

What do we do, boss?

Sharp pants.

We abort.

This operation is over.

Shit, I would have gone to De Diego's daughter's wedding

if I knew we weren't going to go in again.

I wasn't invited.

It was small. It's just family.

Hang on a minute. That tape thing, with the door,

- could you do that again? - I don't see why not.

I said abort.

Mr. Cold Feet. Fuckin' Kennedy all over again.

Fuckin' Bay of Pigs.

I don't wanna hear another goddamn peep out of you,

Frank. This is my call.

The hell it is.

We were ordered to take that drawer,

and we're going to do it, whether you like it or not.

Gentlemen, do you want to walk away

with your tails between your legs,

or do you want to fly with El Halcón?

Hey, you have done enough for this country.

In the war.

In Cuba.

You have nothing to prove to me, to anyone.

Least of all, to El Halcón.

Last I checked, this is not Cuba.

This is a democracy. I say we vote.

Up or down, in or out, yes or no.

Whoever wants to go in, raise your hand.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

- Et tu, Musculito? - Acere.

My wife just served me with divorce papers, so...

So? Is that a yes or a no?

It's a "We don't get paid if we don't get in,

my life is shit, and I need the money." Sorry.

- Macho? - No way. I'm with you, boss.

Me, too.

Then put your hand down.

- Frank, in or out? - Jill St. John canceled on me,

so I guess I'm... I'm free tonight.

Outstanding.

Jim, we'll let you be the tiebreaker.

I wanna get those mics working.

It's a point of professional pride.

I'm in.

Okay. We do it.

Fantastic. All right.

Oh, uh, hey, Macho.

There's a mailbox right inside near the garage door,

can you drop this on your way in?

I'll be stuck here all night.

You know, acere, it's going to be fine.

Yeah.

-¡Cuba libre! -¡Viva President Nixon!

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Okay, tighten this.

- In here. - That's plenty tight.

- I already tightened it. - Tighter.

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

Thirty-six, 35, 34, 33. - Do you ever miss a day?

Negative. Thirty.

Unit Two to Unit One.

Unit Two to Unit One.

We're in.

Unit One to Unit Two. Copy that.

Outstanding.

- Oh. - Oh, finally.

So...

who really killed JFK?

Oh, Christ.

I think Cord Meyer knew who really killed JFK.

And then they killed his wife

so that he would stay quiet about it.

What do you think of that?

I think you're a far smarter man

than anyone gives you credit for.

Thank you.

Come to think of it,

weren't you CIA station chief in Mexico when Oswald was there?

Oh, God. Gordon.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Hey, Bobby, it's Wills. I'm in the garage.

Yeah, I got a situation down here.

I'm coming up.

Where were you on November 22nd, 1963?

I was with Dorothy at a Chinese restaurant,

Downtown DC.

Like I told the Warren Commission.

Unit Three to Unit One. Come in, over.

This is Unit One, over.

Are our guys dressed like hippies? Over.

No. Our guys are wearing suits. Why? Over.

There are three guys dressed like hippies on six,

and they've got flashlights. Over.

Cleaning staff?

Hippies? Cleaning?

Uh, probably cleaning staff. Over.

They've got guns. Over.

Cops.

Stay off this channel, maintain radio silence.

Pack up and get out. Over.

Roger that. Are we going to try again tomorrow?

- Get them the hell out of there. - Yes, I know. Come on, Macho.

- Unit One to Unit Two. Come in. - ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Unit One to Unit Two. Come in.

Why the hell isn't he answering?

Unit Two to Unit One. They got us.

Let's sit tight. We don't know who they are.

Macho has a room key. To this room.

You get the antenna. I'm gonna pack the bags.

Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

What's taking you so long?

- It's too tight! - You told me to tighten it.

Don't panic!

- Fuck! - Don't panic!

Come on! Fuck!

Come on! Hurry!

Edward Martin...

what were you doing here?

Holy shit. Check this out.

Found this on 'em.

Who brings that much cash to a burglary?

Hmm? Did you rob some place before coming here?

Who the fuck are you guys?

- Huh? - ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

Come on, come on, come on, come on. Let's go!

Hurry up!

Just keep moving. Easy for you to say.

Now you know how that stupid CIA gait-alterer felt.

Whoa, whoa!

Casual.

Let's hope your amigos can keep their mouths shut.

We can't blame this one on junkies.

The Cubans will never talk. Ever.

Nothing leads back to us. We're fine.

Lakewood Country Club.

You a member?

- Bye-bye. - All right. Let's go.

♪ ("THE BALLAD OF FRANK WILLS" BY FREDERICK DOUGLASS KIRKPATRICK PLAYING) ♪

Adios, amigos.

- Mr. Martin. - ♪ My name is Frank Wills There's no mistake ♪

♪ I patrolled the halls At the Watergate ♪

♪ June the 17th in '72 ♪

♪ It is of that day I share with you ♪

♪ I was out, making my rounds ♪

♪ I spied a light That had been turned out ♪

♪ Locks had been picked And tape was on the door ♪

♪ Heard a man walking All over the floor ♪

♪ I pulled my gun And I walked inside ♪

♪ I said, "Freeze Where you are ♪

♪ And hold 'em high ♪

♪ I represent the law Of the United States ♪

♪ In case you decide To make a little break" ♪

♪ Ehrlichman, why did you run? ♪

♪ Howard Hunt Why did you run? ♪

♪ G. Gordon Liddy And the other ones ♪

♪ When Frank Wills Pulled out his .44 gun ♪

♪ It's obvious you made A grave mistake ♪

♪ We're the President's Counsel To the United States ♪

♪ I don't care who you are Or where you're from ♪

♪ One false move And I'll use my gun ♪

♪ Ehrlichman, why did you run? ♪

♪ Howard Hunt Why did you run? ♪

♪ John Mitchell I'm told is the smartest one ♪

♪ When the story broke Away he run ♪

♪ I got my handcuffs Around him too ♪

♪ Now, no more counseling Will he do ♪

♪ Ehrlichman, why did you run? ♪

♪ Howard Hunt Why did you run? ♪

♪ G. Gordon Liddy And the other ones ♪

♪ When Frank Wills Pulled out his .44 gun ♪

♪ You know, in every crisis ♪

♪ There's always At least one honest man ♪

♪ This man Had to be John Dean ♪

♪ I know who is guilty Said John Dean ♪

♪ I'd tell all, you know If you let me come clean ♪

♪ Everything I know I'll gladly tell ♪

♪ Just keep me out Of the jailhouse cell ♪

♪ Ehrlichman, why did you run? ♪

♪ Howard Hunt Why did you run? ♪

♪ G. Gordon Liddy And the other ones ♪

♪ When Frank Wills Pulled out his .44 gun ♪

♪ Now what about Mr. FBI? ♪

♪ To help his friends He really tried ♪

♪ He had a job He did what he's told ♪

♪ Patrick Gray played That off the top rope ♪

♪ Ehrlichman, why did you run? ♪

♪ Howard Hunt Why did you run? ♪

♪ G. Gordon Liddy And the other ones ♪

♪ When Frank Wills Pulled out his .44 gun ♪

♪ They had no face They had no name ♪

♪ They felt no guilt They felt no shame ♪

♪ We know them all Now pretty well ♪

♪ When they're gonna fill Those jailhouse cells ♪

♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪