Gaslit (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Malum in se - full transcript
Martha and John try to enjoy their new life away from politics, but Martha has trouble moving on from what happened in California. At the Republican National Convention, John Dean has a hard time moving on from his breakup.
You really think
that when Martha sees his face
on the newspaper,
she won't call
one of her journalist
friends?
Your husband's
instructions
were to have you stay here.
I'm keeping her away
from phones and newspapers.
Oh...
- Martha?
- Oh, God.
- Can you hear me?
- Get away from me!
- Martha!
- Aah...
Please don't hurt me.
Please don't...
ahh...
I don't see him
being in charge of this,
do you?
This is definitely
a professional outfit...
big bank roll, dry runs...
- Lookouts.
- Lookouts?
You're saying Liddy
might be our man on this?
There are two men here
to see you
- from the FBI.
- Okay.
It's only
a matter of time
before they bring me in...
Hunt too.
Nixon fired Mitchell.
When I heard what
they did to you out here,
I submitted my resignation.
That loudmouth
bitch wife of his
was becoming too much
of a liability.
You're at the center
of this now.
What's a stewardess
from L.A.
doing on a D.C.
dating service?
Why don't you just
go and take care of
whatever this is
that's going on
that you need to take care of.
This box contains
highly sensitive material
that could be very damaging
to the president...
...the Bureau's handled.
Rose Mary specifically said
president really wants
to get to know me.
Look out, Strom Thurmond,
there's a new swingin'
dick in town.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
Yo, lookin' good!
- Morning, Mr. Dean.
- Morning.
- Gentlemen.
- How are ya?
♪ Hollywood ♪
- Ladies.
- Good morning.
Have a lovely day.
- ♪ Ah ah ♪
- Good morning.
Hey, sweetie, how are you?
All the better for seeing you.
Is Dick in?
He's been expecting you.
He's just finishing a meeting
with Mr. Butterfield.
Great.
- Gentlemen.
- Hey there, sport.
Warmed him up for ya.
- How's that Porsche?
- Not selling it to you
anytime soon.
- Sir.
- John.
Thank you.
♪ Whatcha got to say ♪
Thank you, Rose Mary.
♪ ♪
♪ Say hey ♪
♪ Hey hey ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Whatcha got to say ♪
♪ Hollywood ♪
♪ Hollywood swingin' ♪
♪ Hollywood... ♪
He didn't know how
it was gonna be handled,
though, with Dahlberg
and the Texans and so forth?
Who is the asshole
that did it then?
Is it Liddy?
Is that the fellow?
He must be a little nuts.
Yeah.
I mean, he just
isn't well screwed on, is he?
Isn't that the problem?
But he was under...pressure,
apparently,
to get more information.
and as he got more pressure,
he pushed the people harder
to move harder on...
Pressure from Mitchell?
Apparently.
♪ ♪
Oh.
Mm.
♪ ♪
Aah!
- Aah... aah...
- Don't fuckin' move.
Aah!
Mm-mm.
Ohh.
CBS news coverage
of the Republican
National Convention.
Reporting from CBS News,
convention headquarters
in Miami Beach,
here is correspondent
Walter Cronkite.
A coalition of protest groups
planned demonstrations aimed at
blocking the entrance
of delegates
to provide a confrontation
that could not be ignored
by the media.
At the same time that-
- well Miami Beach...
- Mosquitoes down there so big,
you can tame 'em
and keep 'em as pets.
Remember that, Martha?
- Hmm?
- ...area...
- and that keen access...
- What was that?
Yeah, the mosquitoes.
In Miami.
...the idea is
simple...
Right.
Size-a Oldsmobiles.
You feelin' all right?
It's nothin'.
Well...well, I'm gonna call
Dr. Feldman
and make an appointment
for you.
You haven't been sleeping well.
It's this awful town.
We could go back
to New York.
- Marty.
- Why not?
Dad got fired from
his job at the White House.
- We can move anywhere.
- Daddy did not get fired.
Daddy left voluntarily to spend
more time with his family.
That's not what
they said on TV.
They said that
you were held hostage
- and it was all Dad's fault.
- Rubbish.
And that the whole thing
was a farrago.
Farrago?
- A real bitch.
- Marty!
Language, young lady.
California
was not your daddy's fault.
No reason to dwell on the past.
We just gotta...move on.
Dr. Feldman. Yep.
That's what you need.
And what do we say
if we are asked questions
by the press?
No comment.
...can make you
feel like your old self again.
Is it true
you were held against your will?
...start talking
about what happened at the...
♪ ♪
Oh.
It's fine, just a...
a misunderstanding
with a bodyguard.
Diazepam.
Martha, a sedative is not
gonna help your nerves.
The only thing
that's gonna help is actually
talking about what happened
to you in California.
Mitchell is outta politics.
We got out clean.
Why would I let one little
innocent mistake ruin all that?
You called me, screaming.
And now I am tellin' you
I wanna move on.
This is the man
who did this to you.
I know you don't wanna say
anything more to the press,
but he's out there telling
his side of the story,
and he is not moving on.
He's saying that
none of it ever happened.
If you keep quiet, other people
will do the talking for you.
♪ ♪
In case number
15B72A-74,
conspiracy to commit burglary
and wiretapping...
how do the defendants plead?
Not guilty, Your Honor.
♪ ♪
I'll make this brief.
We're in a holding pattern.
But the expectation is
we're the fire line
for the administration.
Sirica's a hangin' judge.
We could be lookin' at 15,
maybe 20 years here
for a B&E.
And?
Shouldn't we have assurances
from the president?
Clemency?
Or a pardon?
- Sorry.
- Pollen season.
I'll see what I can do.
Anything else?
The Bureau...
hear they got
a couple of, um, agents
pokin' around, so I don't...
Don't you worry about the FBI.
We got a man on the inside.
Kay.
Bigger than Langley.
It's giant.
Oh, so the, uh...
this CIA theory of yours.
Well, it's all in
the 302 report,
but, uh, several of
the burglars have been
attached to Agency operations
over the years...
especially Hunt and McCord.
And Hunt... get this.
He had an office
in the White House
- with a safe in it.
- Wha...
You're kidding me? All right,
we-we have to look into that.
Have you met Mark Felt?
He's the guy
who wanted my job,
but now he just
hangs around the office
like the Ghost of Christmas
Past.
Just performing
my duties
- as associate director, sir.
- Ugh, just behold the spirit.
He wears the chains
he forged in life!
That's actually...
Marley's ghost...
said that.
What?
In-in the story.
Marley was Ebenezer Scrooge's
partner...
Well, Hunt's office
at the White House
may indicate that there
are higher-ups involved,
but can you...
corroborate any of this?
Not yet. We would need to
interview John Dean
and the leadership
at CREEP.
That means Mitchell, uh,
McGruder, uh, the...
Kay, I'm gonna
stop you right there.
This is not the Gestapo.
We can't go swinging
at the former attorney general
or the-the White House counsel
like a pinata, okay?
So no Dean, no Mitchell,
no McGruder thereof.
Well, sir, that's why
we thought we'd start
by interviewing the lower level
employees first...
anyone
not in a leadership role.
Copy boys, secretaries,
accountants.
Do you have a problem
with that, Pat?
No...Mark, I don't have
a problem with that.
This is a giant
frickin' problem.
I don't know what
we're gonna do.
I mean, we're screwed.
We are so screwed!
What the fuck, Pat?
You...
I specifically told you to keep
your agents away from CREEP.
It's not my fault.
They were relentless...
I had to give them something
or it would have looked
suspicious in front of Felt.
Fuck!
So they're comin'
today.
Wh-which agents?
Lano and the other one.
It's only a matter of time
before they figure out
what's going on.
I-I can't call them off.
They're your agents, Pat.
You're the director
of the fucking FBI!
I-I don't appreciate
that language.
Look...I gotta go, okay?
I'll deal with it.
- I don't like that langua...
- I said
I will deal with it.
Well, that didn't sound
handled.
So...
two of Pat Gray's agents
are coming by today
to conduct interviews
at CREEP.
- What?
- Yeah. He said he can't
credibly call 'em off
without raising suspicion.
The guy's fucking useless.
Well, of course he is.
He's one of our appointees.
Well, I'll-I'll sic
Moore on it.
Whoa, whoa. Dickie Moore,
the little leg-fucker
that follows you around
like a sentient herpe?
No, absolutely not.
You're handling this.
No, th-the president
wants me to sit next to him
on the flight to Miami.
The president would want you
to see this through.
Trust me.
And try to
wrap things up quick.
One of our big donors,
Ken Dahlberg,
is throwing a convention party
tomorrow night
at the Shore Club,
and he wants you there.
Me? For... f-for what?
He's one of the guys that
funded Operation Gemstone.
So, you play your cards right,
he'll finance your
presidential run one day.
Don't worry.
We'll save you a seat
on "Air Force One"
for the return flight.
Look at this.
A right triangle
between the participants.
That's gonna unbalance
the subject
and give us candid responses.
I go equilateral.
It...
like this here.
It sets the subject at ease.
It opens 'em up.
Nice and easy.
One adjustment.
Equilateral in appearance...
scalene in reality.
Gentlemen.
I don't believe
we've officially met.
You must be Agent Lano
and young Agent Magallanes.
So you mind if I
pull up a chair?
Mr. Dean, we didn't know
you'd be joining us today.
Ah, well, I'll be representing
all of the employees
for the Committee
to Re-elect the President.
- As of when?
- Today.
Just now. A second ago.
All right. Fine.
Miss Abrontes.
Thanks for coming in today.
How are you doing?
Uh, let me stop you
right there.
Miss Abrontes
has agreed to this interview
on the condition that it be
fast, fair, and focused.
If we could keep the questions
to a professional nature,
that'd be fantastic.
Very well.
Miss Abrontes,
wh... what would you say
the organizational
mentality is like here
at the Committee to Re-elect?
Miss Abrontes doesn't feel
comfortable answering questions
dealing with the general
hierarchical makeup
of the Committee to Re-elect.
If we can keep the questions to
specific empirical fact,
I'd appreciate that greatly.
What kinda work did you do for
the campaign in the past,
Mrs. Frankel?
I'm sorry, have we stipulated
what range of dates
is meant by "the past"?
So, for the entire time
that you've worked
for the Committee for the
Re-election of the President...
He hasn't.
- He... what?
- He hasn't ever worked
at the Committee forthe
Re-election of the President.
He's worked at the Committee
toRe-elect the President.
Next.
Thank you.
"Don't answer that."
So don't answer anything?
Go. Go.
Is he doodling?
This guy's doodling.
Sir...
A-are we done?
'Cause I gotta use the head
somethin' awful.
Can I use the head?
What are you asking him for?
He's not conducting
the interview... we are.
Yeah, go.
♪ ♪
Ohh.
No.
No.
Senor Gonzalez...
Yeah, okay.
You can go.
Fuck me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Tony, Daniel, Ronald, Ruth,
Dan, Roni, Bill,
Kathy, Elaine, Sally...
Judy Hoback.
And Miss Hoback,
you have no further information
on campaign funds in your role
as bookkeeper.
Is that correct?
Nothing comes to mind.
- That's a big surprise.
- And, uh...
what are the dates on that?
Just so we know
when the, uh,
nothing of interest occurred.
If it's all right
with your counsel, of course.
Of course it is.
Thanks for asking.
Fuck you.
That was...
February of this year
to the present, I believe.
Other than the time in which
I was working for Mr. Liddy.
Liddy?
- That's all the time we have.
- Hold on.
You worked for
G. Gordon Liddy?
Wait a minute... hey,
just-just give us a minute.
- ...busy afternoon.
- No, no, no, no.
- One minute here.
- We've been more than
accommodating.
Now, if you'd like to submit
more questions,
I would encourage you
to do so in writing.
That is,
unless you'd like me to
take the matter up
with Director Gray personally.
- That won't be necessary.
- No?
No.
Thank you so much
for all your time.
No, thank you.
Thank you.
Miss Hoback.
Oh, and Agent Magallanes.
Don't forget to get your
parking ticket validated.
Sometimes people forget
and they end up
having to pay a fortune.
Right. Thank you for the tip.
I appreciate it.
Mm-hmm.
Slimy motherfucker.
Look at him.
Right.
Where the fuck do we go now?
Cool.
So how'd it go with
those FBI buttholes?
Shoulda seen them...
terrible haircuts,
cheap polyester suits.
They have no idea
with whom they are fucking.
Stop it, man,
you're making me horny.
Yeah, I bet.
Hey, uh, how's the convention?
It's great. You know, they sat
me in your seat, actually,
- next to the big guy.
- Are you-are you
fucking kidding me?
Then, wow. Ha ha.
Mm-hmm. Nixon himself.
And let me tell ya something.
He is my kinda asshole.
We talked for like a hour.
I started in about bowling.
He lit up like a schoolgirl.
Wow, really?
That... well, that is groovy.
Congrat... congrats.
Hey, when are you gonna
get down here?
Because, uh, I heard
Ken Dahlberg
is having a big party
at the Shore Club.
- Gonna be a wild scene.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know, I know, I'm, uh,
I'm catching the redeye.
Okay, good, good.
Just, uh,
stop by my room.
We will get ripped
before Agnew's speech, okay?
Yeah. Hey, uh, do me a favor.
Don't fuck all the birds,
all right?
Save some for me, okay?
- Ha ha ha.
- Hell, yeah, you horny dog.
Get your ass down here
and get that pussy, buddy.
Owwooo!
Ow-owooo!
Owwoooo! Ha ha.
Ow-owooo!
Ha ha.
All right, well,
I'll talk to you later, man.
Yeah, I'll see you soon.
Bye.
Mm. Hmm.
Hello?
Hey, there, stranger.
What's happening?
Oh, sorry, who is this?
What? It's... it's John.
John...John D.
Sorry, am I... am I
catching you at a bad time?
John.
Um...I just cut myself.
I'm trying to figure out
a can opener, and I...
Is it a General Electric?
- Is it what?
- The can opener.
'Cause if-if it's not,
you-you should throw it out.
You should get
a General Electric.
They've got a... a safety guard.
I've had mine for years.
It's really, really great.
Are you-are... what is happening?
Are you selling
can openers now?
No, um, I'm sorry, um...
how-how are you?
I'm so good,
I'm...I'm great.
How are you?
How's Miami?
Miami is...
nice, it's-it's nice.
I don't have any time
to myself.
I been...tagging along
with the president.
Really?
Yeah, I rode with him
on the-on the plane,
you know, the...
"Air Force One."
I-I know what
"Air Force One" is.
I'm a fucking
flight attendant.
Sat next to him
at the convention last night,
you know,
talked about bowling.
You know what?
I'm actually busy right now.
Is there something specific
you needed?
Yeah, well, actually,
I-I-I'm gonna be
stopping through L.A.
on my way to Shanghai
on the 15th and just wondered
if I could take you to lunch.
Yes!
No.
No.
No.
- Oh.
- I'm going sailing.
With...Billy.
We're going to Catalina.
Billy.
Yeah. He's a friend from work.
Right, sure, yeah, okay.
Well, you know,
maybe another time.
Maybe. Maybe another time.
Hey, hey, before you go,
before you go,
I just wanna say, um...
Oh, for fuck sake.
It's not
my purpose here
to recount the great changes
that have been made
by the Republican Party
under President Nixon.
It...
Hey, I was watching that.
No more politics, darling.
No more inaugurations,
no more conventions.
Just blowin' up balloons.
And the red ones, please.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Could you bring the gold
down over the blue?
I want 'em together.
Yes, and then raise the whole
thing up a little bit.
Exactly. That's nice.
Sweetheart?
Did somebody deliver
these pills from the pharmacy?
Uh, yes, uh,
Dr. Feldman called.
He was worried that you
might have forgotten
to pick up your prescription,
so I sent Zolton out
to get it.
For your nerves, dear.
And the whole time
I'm thinking, hell,
John set me up good this time.
Sounds about right.
Anyway, I, um, I wander over
and I take a seat
in his golf cart.
He sits down, and Spiro has no
idea what to do about it.
Hang on. You mean
he-he plays along?
He plays along,
and not only that, get this.
They play a round.
We played half a round
before I realized
I showed up on the wrong day.
So I just helped
myself to a game
with the vice president.
I'm so sorry.
Excuse me.
Did he let him win?
Did ya let him win?
♪ ♪
What have you
done to it?
What have you done
to its eyes?
He has
his father's eyes.
Shoot.
Ow! Ow!
What are you
talking about?
Guy's eyes are normal!
All right.
Okay.
Here comes the carpet.
Yeah.
Okay.
- Ow. Ow!
- Okay. Okay.
Don't hurt me,
don't hurt me, don't hurt me!
- Ah... leave me alone...
- Come on, come on.
It's okay, you're okay.
Go to bed.
What time is it?
- We're home.
- Oh, bedtime. Bedtime.
What time is it?
- It's bedtime.
- Okay.
Step.
- Okay.
- Where's the railing?
- I'm your railing.
- Okay.
- Okay. Okay.
- Okay.
♪ ♪
- Whoo!
- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo!
♪ ♪
Four more years!
Four more years!
- Name?
- Dean.
John Dean.
We're guests of Mr. Dahlberg.
I might be on there
as his plus one.
Right this way.
♪ ♪
This guy's a donor?
Basically funded
Operation Gemstone.
He could buy and sell us both,
wholesale.
He's like
an Italian viscount.
Oh my God.
Welcome to the big boy club.
John, this is
the best day of my life.
John Dean?
Is that you?
Haldeman said you had
a head-a hair, but Jesus!
Would you look at this kid?
Like a Kennedy...
- Oh!
- with that head-a hair!
- Who are you?
- Dickie Moore, sir.
Special counsel.
Ah. One-a those.
Have a good night, son.
Go play.
- Ah.
- So...
how're you enjoying
your first convention?
- Ha.
- It is your first, right?
Ah. You got kinda a virginal
look about you.
Oh, sorry, I, uh, ha...
Haldeman didn't exactly tell me
the precise nature of the, uh,
get together.
It's a compliment.
People love a fresh face
around here.
You never know... next big
thing could be you.
Oh. Ha. I...
I don't know about that.
I-I-I'm just a simple
junior counsel, is all.
Oh, come now.
Don't be modest
at a fuck party, son.
It's unbecoming.
Hey, Kennedy.
Over here.
It is the best time
in American history
to be a woman.
Yeah? You really think so?
President Nixon
has done so much more
than any other president
to make America safe
to be feminine again.
I just think he's so, um...
enlightened.
- Oh, I see.
- Mm-hmm.
That's a really interesting
point, Candy.
Enjoying yourself, Dean?
Oh. Yeah-y-yes, sir.
Yeah.
- I mean...
- Shit.
- Uh...
- Ooh.
That's nice.
Ahh...
Oh.
I mean, I-I had heard
that stuff like this
happened at the convention,
but holy crap!
We have a good time, son.
Now, about that business
of ours.
I'm gonna say this once.
I'm not gonna say it again.
Y'all need to get
these squints off my back.
'Scuse me?
The FBI.
They've been poking around.
Asked about my name
on certain checks
that were used to finance
certain operations
in the Committee.
I don't want you
to worry, Mr. Dahlberg.
I speak with the full
authority of the presidency
when I say that the, uh,
the agents in question
are being closely monitored.
You know, I remember guys
like you from the service...
riding a desk
while guys like me
were out putting their lives
on the line.
You know what we called
guys like you?
Butterbars.
Two fat yellow bars
and a paycheck
for doing nothing at all.
- Ah... uhh...
- Now, you listen here,
Butterbar.
I don't need some horse shit
assurance from you
about the powers
of the presidency
because
I'm smart enough to know
that you speak for Nixon
about as much as
Miss Topeka over there
speaks for the NAACP.
I just need you to tell me
you're gonna make my problem
go away... copy that?
Yes. Yes, sir, I'll make it
disappear, I promise.
It's gone. It's gone.
Attaboy, Dean.
Now...go enjoy yourself.
Night's young.
Christ, if I had your looks
in my day,
I woulda knocked up
half this town.
I'm a single mother,
okay?
I have a good job.
I don't want any attention.
I don't think you have to
worry, Miss Hoback.
- You're doing the right thing.
- Y-you gotta understand,
these people have been
following me for weeks.
What people?
Who knows?
White House? CIA?
FBI?
- It's not the FBI...
- No, I don't think it's FBI.
I can tell you that much.
You two really don't know
what you're dealing with here,
do you?
You think these institutions
you've dedicated your life to
are set up
to carry out justice?
To protect people?
Well, they're not.
They're set up to shield
people from justice.
To protect certain people
from accountability.
Mm. To protect the...
the elites, the wealthy,
right?
Not just them.
The shameless.
The ambitious.
The complicit at every level.
There is something terrible
going on at CREEP...
and every one of those bastards
was in on it.
Mitchell, Magruder,
McCord, Haldeman.
Whoa, whoa.
Haldeman?
As in the president's
chief of staff?
H-how do you know
all of this?
This can't be traced
back to me, okay?
You have to promise.
Judy, we don't
sell out anyone
who does the right thing.
You have our word.
When Gordon Liddy was hired,
I was assigned
to help him settle in.
Mailbox keys, parking spots,
stuff like that.
I even had to help him
get his stupid poster boards
printed up
for his stupid meeting.
What meeting?
Something about
sabotaging the Democrats.
Operation Gemstone.
He terrified me, you know.
Liddy.
I'm... I've had bosses
who were cruel, sadistic,
but with Liddy
it was something...
deeper, something...
in his eyes like an...
endless cave.
Did Liddy ever speak to you
directly
- about Operation Gemstone?
- God, no.
Of course,
he couldn't shut up
about all his weird
social theories...
...brain folds and bloodlines
and malum in se.
Malum in what?
- Malum in se.
- Malum in what?
Malum in se.
The act of evil
in and of itself.
The cold-blooded murder
of a child, for instance.
Primal, natural evil.
It stands in direct opposition
to malum prohibitum,
the laws of man.
It's these new moral reckonings
that will purge the Earth
of the weaknesses brought on
by sycophantic
modern-day...sodomites.
You look very nice today,
Judy.
♪ ♪
Talk to you later.
He really believed
this shit, you know.
He thought he was
some kind of crusader
on a holy mission.
But if every evil is justified
because it's done
in the pursuit
of some sacred truth...
then laws don't matter
anymore, right?
The people don't even matter.
How can a society
function like that?
How can people live together
without a shared understanding
of right and wrong?
Beginning to think
you wouldn't show.
What's the pillowcase for?
Oof... hooh...
Heard you called Hunt
the other day, good buddy.
The rumor is, you're still
looking for assurances
from our president.
But the thing is...
we're soldiers.
There are no...
assurances.
No pardons, no clemency.
You copy?
I can't hear you.
I copy!
Now, you hear me, you fuck.
If you ever threaten
to squeal again,
it'll be the last time
you ever squeal.
Do you copy?
I-I copy. Yes.
Yes... uhh!
♪ ♪
Are you certain
there's not a little...
Judenrat in you?
Hmm?
I swear I can smell
a little rat in there
somewhere.
What the fuck?
Hello?
Hey, it's me.
Hi. W-it's the middle
of the night.
- are you okay?
- Oh, I-I... yeah.
I-I'm sorry.
- I just...
- What's going on?
I-I was at this party
tonight,
and the whole time,
I was thinking about
what I told you earlier
about the can opener.
The c... uh, the can opener?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
J-just hear me out.
Maybe I was being
a little rash
when I told you to
throw it out, you know,
because I-I get that way
with appliances sometimes.
I get scared, you know, I...
And maybe it's the routine
that scares me
or-or the thought of having
one can opener
for the rest of my life.
And even if I like
a certain can opener
and can't imagine the rest of
my life without it,
I do this thing where I just
wanna throw it all away.
And...and instead of
sticking with what I have
a-and building on something,
you know,
I-I just...
I look for
a new can opener and...
I just want you to know
I hate that part of myself.
I really do, and...
I'm sorry about that,
about the...
about the can opener.
Hey, John...
...don't ever call me again.
Thanks to Miss Hoback,
we finally connected
Dahlberg's campaign checks
to a secret fund.
This fund
was set up inside
the Committee to Re-elect
with the expressed intent
of funneling money to a secret
political espionage unit.
- Jesus Christ!
- Now, if Miss Hoback
is correct, John Mitchell
personally had control
of the fund.
And the web of conspirants
went all the way up
to the president's
chief of staff.
We need to move fast on this,
start with the higher-ups.
We don't wanna lose
the element of surprise.
Well, there's no point in
losing the element of surprise.
Well, if there's nothing else,
I've got a 2:00.
Um, Mark will help you
with logistics,
- and truly great work.
- Thank you, sir.
- Really. Congratulations.
- Thank you, sir.
- Mark.
- Absolutely.
Heavenly Father,
guide me through
these treacherous waters
and deliver me safely to shore.
This is Louis Patrick Gray
asking for Your loving hand.
Amen.
Peggy, can you get
the White House?
♪ ♪
- Here you go, sir.
- Thank you.
Ooh...
How are you?
Just a little...tipsy.
...helicopter
which has arrived
at the convention hall
on the helicopter pad
back behind the hall here
with Mrs. Nixon and
the president, uh, emerging.
Turn that darn thing off.
Extraordinary
how he does that.
Yeah, I know.
Oh, hello, darling.
- You know the gentlemen.
- I know the gentlemen.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
and the birthday boy.
I know you.
My sugar bear.
Mmm. Sugar bear,
birthday bear.
- How are you?
- Well, thank you.
- How're you, how're you?
- Very good.
- And you!
- Okay...
- Are you asking me to dance?
- The gentlemen
are talking about football
because of.
- Football... Okay.
- Oh, okay.
You tease.
He's teasin' me.
Yeah, teasin' me.
Oh, she is spirited.
You're a lucky man.
Where's my little
bag from the pharmacy?
Tula put it under the bar.
- You're my favorite.
- Oh, thank you, ma'am.
Ooh.
Thank you, Dr. Feldman.
To John Mitchell
on the occasion of his
retirement from politics.
Jesus, could you
imagine being married
- to that woman?
- No.
Fuckin' mop soaked
in alcohol, that one.
What an embarrassment
for the poor guy.
I heard he begged
to stay on the campaign.
Phil told me Nixon's already
blaming him for Watergate.
Nobody gives
a shit about Watergate.
Not yet,
but when the lights come on,
Mitchell will be the one
holding the bag... trust me.
Probably be happy
to go to prison
to get away from Martha.
And tonight,
I will not ask you
to join our new majority
because of what we have done
in the past.
I ask your support
of the principles
I believe should determine
America's future.
The choice...
the choice in this election
is not between radical change
and no change.
The choice in this election
is between change that works
and change that won't work.
♪ ♪
I begin with
an article of faith.
It has become fashionable
in recent years
to point out what is wrong
with what is called
the American system.
You're never gonna
believe this shit.
This better be good,
Mark.
You're gonna wanna hear
all of this,
and you're gonna wanna put it
in your little paper.
Can you believe this shit?
It's all gonna come back
on her.
Who?
On Judy.
She's exposed.
She's not exposed. What do
you mean, she's exposed?
She's in the paper.
It's not like they're gonna
assassinate a bookkeeper.
Okay, well, that's not
the point is it?
We gave her our word, Angelo.
If people can't count on us,
who are they supposed to
count on?
Would you calm down, please?
Relax. We're gonna be fine.
Look...
the arc of the moral universe
is long...
but it bends towards
the good guys.
I promise.
Sorry.
You want some cake?
No, thanks.
Maybe you could take some
to those reporters out there.
They're probably hungry.
Good morning, gentlemen.
Before I read your provisional
sentencing statement,
is there anything any of the
defendants would like to say?
No, Your Honor.
Very well, then.
The crimes you stand
convicted of here today
are relatively minor
in relief.
A simple break-in.
A harmless bugging.
No physical damage.
But make no mistake...
there was damage.
You could say nobody got hurt,
but the nation itself
was wounded.
Because it's not the criminal
act that matters here today.
It's the rot it reveals
underneath.
Now, 100 times
on the cheeks
to bring the life back.
- Count for me.
- Something is
irreparably altered
when good men lie
to protect the powerful.
See the life coming?
Because every lie
we allow
erodes our sense of the truth.
How do I do it?
Until we become
not just liars
but we become the lie itself.
Gentlemen, I'm no fool.
I know this didn't start
with you.
but in the absence
of concrete evidence,
I'm afraid it will most likely
end here.
I sentence you to
the maximum penalty
allowable under federal law...
30 years in prison.
We'll reconvene
in two months' time
to formalize sentencing.
All rise.
♪ ♪
Y'all gonna just stand around,
or you wanna ask me some
questions?
Is the president planning
on making your husband
a scapegoat?
My husband has done everything
to protect Mr. President,
among many others,
I might add,
and they have all let him down.
Attagirl, Martha.
Mr. Mitchell
has become the fall guy.
Should the Nixon
administration
be afraid of you,
Mrs. Mitchell?
Well, I think you know
the answer to that,
Claire Crawford.
You know,
I used to hate that woman,
but she is starting
to grow on me.
It's a Cuisinart.
It's a food processor.
It...
It's supposed to be the best
at-at-at...
processing foods.
♪ ♪
"For slicing, blending,
"chopping, shredding,
grinding, mincing,
grating, mixing"...
What...
This thing is great!
♪ Will a lady
Pin me in her hair ♪
"Your hands will thank you."
♪ Will a child
Find me by a stream ♪
Well, at least somebody will.
♪ In the sunny shower ♪
♪ Kiss my petals
And weave me through a dream ♪
Mr. Mitchell and I
first came to Washington
to help this country.
I'm a doer... I don't just
sit around and do nothin'.
And if you don't do
your own talking for yourself,
someone is gonna do it
for ya in this town,
isn't that right?
Now, if y'all excuse me,
I'm gonna go have breakfast
with my family.
And there's a little
birthday cake upstairs.
I'll send it down
for you folks.
- Don't worry, I didn't make it.
- Mrs. Mitchell,
just one more question.
♪ ♪
♪ Ring all the bells,
Sing and tell the people ♪
♪ Everywhere that the flower
Has come ♪
♪ Light up the sky with your
Prayers of gladness ♪
♪ And rejoice
For the darkness is gone ♪
♪ Throw off your fears,
Let your hearts beat freely ♪
♪ At the sign
That a new time is born ♪
♪ ♪
♪ May mosaydee kaylie Iowya
roses ♪
♪ May mosaydee kaylie Iowya
roses ♪
♪ Say money
Na na no oh na ♪
♪ Na na ♪
♪ Mmm mm-mm ♪
♪ Lookin' for vayda tay
breeze ♪
♪ Lookin' for vayda tay
breeze ♪
♪ May mosaydee kaylie Iowya
roses ♪
♪ Mmm mm-mm ♪
♪ For all of these simple
Things and much more ♪
♪ A flower was born ♪
♪ It blooms to spread
Love and joy ♪
♪ Faith and hope
To people forlorn ♪
♪ Inside every man ♪
♪ Lives the seed of a flower ♪
♪ If he looks within ♪
♪ He finds beauty and power ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Ohhhhh ♪
♪ Na na na na
Na-na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na, na-na-na
Na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na
Na-na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na, na-na-na
Na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na
Na-na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na, na-na-na,
Na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na
Na-na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na, na-na-na,
Na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na
Na-na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na, na-na-na,
Na-na-na ♪
Four more years!
Four more years!
Four more years!
Four more years!
that when Martha sees his face
on the newspaper,
she won't call
one of her journalist
friends?
Your husband's
instructions
were to have you stay here.
I'm keeping her away
from phones and newspapers.
Oh...
- Martha?
- Oh, God.
- Can you hear me?
- Get away from me!
- Martha!
- Aah...
Please don't hurt me.
Please don't...
ahh...
I don't see him
being in charge of this,
do you?
This is definitely
a professional outfit...
big bank roll, dry runs...
- Lookouts.
- Lookouts?
You're saying Liddy
might be our man on this?
There are two men here
to see you
- from the FBI.
- Okay.
It's only
a matter of time
before they bring me in...
Hunt too.
Nixon fired Mitchell.
When I heard what
they did to you out here,
I submitted my resignation.
That loudmouth
bitch wife of his
was becoming too much
of a liability.
You're at the center
of this now.
What's a stewardess
from L.A.
doing on a D.C.
dating service?
Why don't you just
go and take care of
whatever this is
that's going on
that you need to take care of.
This box contains
highly sensitive material
that could be very damaging
to the president...
...the Bureau's handled.
Rose Mary specifically said
president really wants
to get to know me.
Look out, Strom Thurmond,
there's a new swingin'
dick in town.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
Yo, lookin' good!
- Morning, Mr. Dean.
- Morning.
- Gentlemen.
- How are ya?
♪ Hollywood ♪
- Ladies.
- Good morning.
Have a lovely day.
- ♪ Ah ah ♪
- Good morning.
Hey, sweetie, how are you?
All the better for seeing you.
Is Dick in?
He's been expecting you.
He's just finishing a meeting
with Mr. Butterfield.
Great.
- Gentlemen.
- Hey there, sport.
Warmed him up for ya.
- How's that Porsche?
- Not selling it to you
anytime soon.
- Sir.
- John.
Thank you.
♪ Whatcha got to say ♪
Thank you, Rose Mary.
♪ ♪
♪ Say hey ♪
♪ Hey hey ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Whatcha got to say ♪
♪ Hollywood ♪
♪ Hollywood swingin' ♪
♪ Hollywood... ♪
He didn't know how
it was gonna be handled,
though, with Dahlberg
and the Texans and so forth?
Who is the asshole
that did it then?
Is it Liddy?
Is that the fellow?
He must be a little nuts.
Yeah.
I mean, he just
isn't well screwed on, is he?
Isn't that the problem?
But he was under...pressure,
apparently,
to get more information.
and as he got more pressure,
he pushed the people harder
to move harder on...
Pressure from Mitchell?
Apparently.
♪ ♪
Oh.
Mm.
♪ ♪
Aah!
- Aah... aah...
- Don't fuckin' move.
Aah!
Mm-mm.
Ohh.
CBS news coverage
of the Republican
National Convention.
Reporting from CBS News,
convention headquarters
in Miami Beach,
here is correspondent
Walter Cronkite.
A coalition of protest groups
planned demonstrations aimed at
blocking the entrance
of delegates
to provide a confrontation
that could not be ignored
by the media.
At the same time that-
- well Miami Beach...
- Mosquitoes down there so big,
you can tame 'em
and keep 'em as pets.
Remember that, Martha?
- Hmm?
- ...area...
- and that keen access...
- What was that?
Yeah, the mosquitoes.
In Miami.
...the idea is
simple...
Right.
Size-a Oldsmobiles.
You feelin' all right?
It's nothin'.
Well...well, I'm gonna call
Dr. Feldman
and make an appointment
for you.
You haven't been sleeping well.
It's this awful town.
We could go back
to New York.
- Marty.
- Why not?
Dad got fired from
his job at the White House.
- We can move anywhere.
- Daddy did not get fired.
Daddy left voluntarily to spend
more time with his family.
That's not what
they said on TV.
They said that
you were held hostage
- and it was all Dad's fault.
- Rubbish.
And that the whole thing
was a farrago.
Farrago?
- A real bitch.
- Marty!
Language, young lady.
California
was not your daddy's fault.
No reason to dwell on the past.
We just gotta...move on.
Dr. Feldman. Yep.
That's what you need.
And what do we say
if we are asked questions
by the press?
No comment.
...can make you
feel like your old self again.
Is it true
you were held against your will?
...start talking
about what happened at the...
♪ ♪
Oh.
It's fine, just a...
a misunderstanding
with a bodyguard.
Diazepam.
Martha, a sedative is not
gonna help your nerves.
The only thing
that's gonna help is actually
talking about what happened
to you in California.
Mitchell is outta politics.
We got out clean.
Why would I let one little
innocent mistake ruin all that?
You called me, screaming.
And now I am tellin' you
I wanna move on.
This is the man
who did this to you.
I know you don't wanna say
anything more to the press,
but he's out there telling
his side of the story,
and he is not moving on.
He's saying that
none of it ever happened.
If you keep quiet, other people
will do the talking for you.
♪ ♪
In case number
15B72A-74,
conspiracy to commit burglary
and wiretapping...
how do the defendants plead?
Not guilty, Your Honor.
♪ ♪
I'll make this brief.
We're in a holding pattern.
But the expectation is
we're the fire line
for the administration.
Sirica's a hangin' judge.
We could be lookin' at 15,
maybe 20 years here
for a B&E.
And?
Shouldn't we have assurances
from the president?
Clemency?
Or a pardon?
- Sorry.
- Pollen season.
I'll see what I can do.
Anything else?
The Bureau...
hear they got
a couple of, um, agents
pokin' around, so I don't...
Don't you worry about the FBI.
We got a man on the inside.
Kay.
Bigger than Langley.
It's giant.
Oh, so the, uh...
this CIA theory of yours.
Well, it's all in
the 302 report,
but, uh, several of
the burglars have been
attached to Agency operations
over the years...
especially Hunt and McCord.
And Hunt... get this.
He had an office
in the White House
- with a safe in it.
- Wha...
You're kidding me? All right,
we-we have to look into that.
Have you met Mark Felt?
He's the guy
who wanted my job,
but now he just
hangs around the office
like the Ghost of Christmas
Past.
Just performing
my duties
- as associate director, sir.
- Ugh, just behold the spirit.
He wears the chains
he forged in life!
That's actually...
Marley's ghost...
said that.
What?
In-in the story.
Marley was Ebenezer Scrooge's
partner...
Well, Hunt's office
at the White House
may indicate that there
are higher-ups involved,
but can you...
corroborate any of this?
Not yet. We would need to
interview John Dean
and the leadership
at CREEP.
That means Mitchell, uh,
McGruder, uh, the...
Kay, I'm gonna
stop you right there.
This is not the Gestapo.
We can't go swinging
at the former attorney general
or the-the White House counsel
like a pinata, okay?
So no Dean, no Mitchell,
no McGruder thereof.
Well, sir, that's why
we thought we'd start
by interviewing the lower level
employees first...
anyone
not in a leadership role.
Copy boys, secretaries,
accountants.
Do you have a problem
with that, Pat?
No...Mark, I don't have
a problem with that.
This is a giant
frickin' problem.
I don't know what
we're gonna do.
I mean, we're screwed.
We are so screwed!
What the fuck, Pat?
You...
I specifically told you to keep
your agents away from CREEP.
It's not my fault.
They were relentless...
I had to give them something
or it would have looked
suspicious in front of Felt.
Fuck!
So they're comin'
today.
Wh-which agents?
Lano and the other one.
It's only a matter of time
before they figure out
what's going on.
I-I can't call them off.
They're your agents, Pat.
You're the director
of the fucking FBI!
I-I don't appreciate
that language.
Look...I gotta go, okay?
I'll deal with it.
- I don't like that langua...
- I said
I will deal with it.
Well, that didn't sound
handled.
So...
two of Pat Gray's agents
are coming by today
to conduct interviews
at CREEP.
- What?
- Yeah. He said he can't
credibly call 'em off
without raising suspicion.
The guy's fucking useless.
Well, of course he is.
He's one of our appointees.
Well, I'll-I'll sic
Moore on it.
Whoa, whoa. Dickie Moore,
the little leg-fucker
that follows you around
like a sentient herpe?
No, absolutely not.
You're handling this.
No, th-the president
wants me to sit next to him
on the flight to Miami.
The president would want you
to see this through.
Trust me.
And try to
wrap things up quick.
One of our big donors,
Ken Dahlberg,
is throwing a convention party
tomorrow night
at the Shore Club,
and he wants you there.
Me? For... f-for what?
He's one of the guys that
funded Operation Gemstone.
So, you play your cards right,
he'll finance your
presidential run one day.
Don't worry.
We'll save you a seat
on "Air Force One"
for the return flight.
Look at this.
A right triangle
between the participants.
That's gonna unbalance
the subject
and give us candid responses.
I go equilateral.
It...
like this here.
It sets the subject at ease.
It opens 'em up.
Nice and easy.
One adjustment.
Equilateral in appearance...
scalene in reality.
Gentlemen.
I don't believe
we've officially met.
You must be Agent Lano
and young Agent Magallanes.
So you mind if I
pull up a chair?
Mr. Dean, we didn't know
you'd be joining us today.
Ah, well, I'll be representing
all of the employees
for the Committee
to Re-elect the President.
- As of when?
- Today.
Just now. A second ago.
All right. Fine.
Miss Abrontes.
Thanks for coming in today.
How are you doing?
Uh, let me stop you
right there.
Miss Abrontes
has agreed to this interview
on the condition that it be
fast, fair, and focused.
If we could keep the questions
to a professional nature,
that'd be fantastic.
Very well.
Miss Abrontes,
wh... what would you say
the organizational
mentality is like here
at the Committee to Re-elect?
Miss Abrontes doesn't feel
comfortable answering questions
dealing with the general
hierarchical makeup
of the Committee to Re-elect.
If we can keep the questions to
specific empirical fact,
I'd appreciate that greatly.
What kinda work did you do for
the campaign in the past,
Mrs. Frankel?
I'm sorry, have we stipulated
what range of dates
is meant by "the past"?
So, for the entire time
that you've worked
for the Committee for the
Re-election of the President...
He hasn't.
- He... what?
- He hasn't ever worked
at the Committee forthe
Re-election of the President.
He's worked at the Committee
toRe-elect the President.
Next.
Thank you.
"Don't answer that."
So don't answer anything?
Go. Go.
Is he doodling?
This guy's doodling.
Sir...
A-are we done?
'Cause I gotta use the head
somethin' awful.
Can I use the head?
What are you asking him for?
He's not conducting
the interview... we are.
Yeah, go.
♪ ♪
Ohh.
No.
No.
Senor Gonzalez...
Yeah, okay.
You can go.
Fuck me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Tony, Daniel, Ronald, Ruth,
Dan, Roni, Bill,
Kathy, Elaine, Sally...
Judy Hoback.
And Miss Hoback,
you have no further information
on campaign funds in your role
as bookkeeper.
Is that correct?
Nothing comes to mind.
- That's a big surprise.
- And, uh...
what are the dates on that?
Just so we know
when the, uh,
nothing of interest occurred.
If it's all right
with your counsel, of course.
Of course it is.
Thanks for asking.
Fuck you.
That was...
February of this year
to the present, I believe.
Other than the time in which
I was working for Mr. Liddy.
Liddy?
- That's all the time we have.
- Hold on.
You worked for
G. Gordon Liddy?
Wait a minute... hey,
just-just give us a minute.
- ...busy afternoon.
- No, no, no, no.
- One minute here.
- We've been more than
accommodating.
Now, if you'd like to submit
more questions,
I would encourage you
to do so in writing.
That is,
unless you'd like me to
take the matter up
with Director Gray personally.
- That won't be necessary.
- No?
No.
Thank you so much
for all your time.
No, thank you.
Thank you.
Miss Hoback.
Oh, and Agent Magallanes.
Don't forget to get your
parking ticket validated.
Sometimes people forget
and they end up
having to pay a fortune.
Right. Thank you for the tip.
I appreciate it.
Mm-hmm.
Slimy motherfucker.
Look at him.
Right.
Where the fuck do we go now?
Cool.
So how'd it go with
those FBI buttholes?
Shoulda seen them...
terrible haircuts,
cheap polyester suits.
They have no idea
with whom they are fucking.
Stop it, man,
you're making me horny.
Yeah, I bet.
Hey, uh, how's the convention?
It's great. You know, they sat
me in your seat, actually,
- next to the big guy.
- Are you-are you
fucking kidding me?
Then, wow. Ha ha.
Mm-hmm. Nixon himself.
And let me tell ya something.
He is my kinda asshole.
We talked for like a hour.
I started in about bowling.
He lit up like a schoolgirl.
Wow, really?
That... well, that is groovy.
Congrat... congrats.
Hey, when are you gonna
get down here?
Because, uh, I heard
Ken Dahlberg
is having a big party
at the Shore Club.
- Gonna be a wild scene.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I know, I know, I'm, uh,
I'm catching the redeye.
Okay, good, good.
Just, uh,
stop by my room.
We will get ripped
before Agnew's speech, okay?
Yeah. Hey, uh, do me a favor.
Don't fuck all the birds,
all right?
Save some for me, okay?
- Ha ha ha.
- Hell, yeah, you horny dog.
Get your ass down here
and get that pussy, buddy.
Owwooo!
Ow-owooo!
Owwoooo! Ha ha.
Ow-owooo!
Ha ha.
All right, well,
I'll talk to you later, man.
Yeah, I'll see you soon.
Bye.
Mm. Hmm.
Hello?
Hey, there, stranger.
What's happening?
Oh, sorry, who is this?
What? It's... it's John.
John...John D.
Sorry, am I... am I
catching you at a bad time?
John.
Um...I just cut myself.
I'm trying to figure out
a can opener, and I...
Is it a General Electric?
- Is it what?
- The can opener.
'Cause if-if it's not,
you-you should throw it out.
You should get
a General Electric.
They've got a... a safety guard.
I've had mine for years.
It's really, really great.
Are you-are... what is happening?
Are you selling
can openers now?
No, um, I'm sorry, um...
how-how are you?
I'm so good,
I'm...I'm great.
How are you?
How's Miami?
Miami is...
nice, it's-it's nice.
I don't have any time
to myself.
I been...tagging along
with the president.
Really?
Yeah, I rode with him
on the-on the plane,
you know, the...
"Air Force One."
I-I know what
"Air Force One" is.
I'm a fucking
flight attendant.
Sat next to him
at the convention last night,
you know,
talked about bowling.
You know what?
I'm actually busy right now.
Is there something specific
you needed?
Yeah, well, actually,
I-I-I'm gonna be
stopping through L.A.
on my way to Shanghai
on the 15th and just wondered
if I could take you to lunch.
Yes!
No.
No.
No.
- Oh.
- I'm going sailing.
With...Billy.
We're going to Catalina.
Billy.
Yeah. He's a friend from work.
Right, sure, yeah, okay.
Well, you know,
maybe another time.
Maybe. Maybe another time.
Hey, hey, before you go,
before you go,
I just wanna say, um...
Oh, for fuck sake.
It's not
my purpose here
to recount the great changes
that have been made
by the Republican Party
under President Nixon.
It...
Hey, I was watching that.
No more politics, darling.
No more inaugurations,
no more conventions.
Just blowin' up balloons.
And the red ones, please.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Could you bring the gold
down over the blue?
I want 'em together.
Yes, and then raise the whole
thing up a little bit.
Exactly. That's nice.
Sweetheart?
Did somebody deliver
these pills from the pharmacy?
Uh, yes, uh,
Dr. Feldman called.
He was worried that you
might have forgotten
to pick up your prescription,
so I sent Zolton out
to get it.
For your nerves, dear.
And the whole time
I'm thinking, hell,
John set me up good this time.
Sounds about right.
Anyway, I, um, I wander over
and I take a seat
in his golf cart.
He sits down, and Spiro has no
idea what to do about it.
Hang on. You mean
he-he plays along?
He plays along,
and not only that, get this.
They play a round.
We played half a round
before I realized
I showed up on the wrong day.
So I just helped
myself to a game
with the vice president.
I'm so sorry.
Excuse me.
Did he let him win?
Did ya let him win?
♪ ♪
What have you
done to it?
What have you done
to its eyes?
He has
his father's eyes.
Shoot.
Ow! Ow!
What are you
talking about?
Guy's eyes are normal!
All right.
Okay.
Here comes the carpet.
Yeah.
Okay.
- Ow. Ow!
- Okay. Okay.
Don't hurt me,
don't hurt me, don't hurt me!
- Ah... leave me alone...
- Come on, come on.
It's okay, you're okay.
Go to bed.
What time is it?
- We're home.
- Oh, bedtime. Bedtime.
What time is it?
- It's bedtime.
- Okay.
Step.
- Okay.
- Where's the railing?
- I'm your railing.
- Okay.
- Okay. Okay.
- Okay.
♪ ♪
- Whoo!
- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo!
♪ ♪
Four more years!
Four more years!
- Name?
- Dean.
John Dean.
We're guests of Mr. Dahlberg.
I might be on there
as his plus one.
Right this way.
♪ ♪
This guy's a donor?
Basically funded
Operation Gemstone.
He could buy and sell us both,
wholesale.
He's like
an Italian viscount.
Oh my God.
Welcome to the big boy club.
John, this is
the best day of my life.
John Dean?
Is that you?
Haldeman said you had
a head-a hair, but Jesus!
Would you look at this kid?
Like a Kennedy...
- Oh!
- with that head-a hair!
- Who are you?
- Dickie Moore, sir.
Special counsel.
Ah. One-a those.
Have a good night, son.
Go play.
- Ah.
- So...
how're you enjoying
your first convention?
- Ha.
- It is your first, right?
Ah. You got kinda a virginal
look about you.
Oh, sorry, I, uh, ha...
Haldeman didn't exactly tell me
the precise nature of the, uh,
get together.
It's a compliment.
People love a fresh face
around here.
You never know... next big
thing could be you.
Oh. Ha. I...
I don't know about that.
I-I-I'm just a simple
junior counsel, is all.
Oh, come now.
Don't be modest
at a fuck party, son.
It's unbecoming.
Hey, Kennedy.
Over here.
It is the best time
in American history
to be a woman.
Yeah? You really think so?
President Nixon
has done so much more
than any other president
to make America safe
to be feminine again.
I just think he's so, um...
enlightened.
- Oh, I see.
- Mm-hmm.
That's a really interesting
point, Candy.
Enjoying yourself, Dean?
Oh. Yeah-y-yes, sir.
Yeah.
- I mean...
- Shit.
- Uh...
- Ooh.
That's nice.
Ahh...
Oh.
I mean, I-I had heard
that stuff like this
happened at the convention,
but holy crap!
We have a good time, son.
Now, about that business
of ours.
I'm gonna say this once.
I'm not gonna say it again.
Y'all need to get
these squints off my back.
'Scuse me?
The FBI.
They've been poking around.
Asked about my name
on certain checks
that were used to finance
certain operations
in the Committee.
I don't want you
to worry, Mr. Dahlberg.
I speak with the full
authority of the presidency
when I say that the, uh,
the agents in question
are being closely monitored.
You know, I remember guys
like you from the service...
riding a desk
while guys like me
were out putting their lives
on the line.
You know what we called
guys like you?
Butterbars.
Two fat yellow bars
and a paycheck
for doing nothing at all.
- Ah... uhh...
- Now, you listen here,
Butterbar.
I don't need some horse shit
assurance from you
about the powers
of the presidency
because
I'm smart enough to know
that you speak for Nixon
about as much as
Miss Topeka over there
speaks for the NAACP.
I just need you to tell me
you're gonna make my problem
go away... copy that?
Yes. Yes, sir, I'll make it
disappear, I promise.
It's gone. It's gone.
Attaboy, Dean.
Now...go enjoy yourself.
Night's young.
Christ, if I had your looks
in my day,
I woulda knocked up
half this town.
I'm a single mother,
okay?
I have a good job.
I don't want any attention.
I don't think you have to
worry, Miss Hoback.
- You're doing the right thing.
- Y-you gotta understand,
these people have been
following me for weeks.
What people?
Who knows?
White House? CIA?
FBI?
- It's not the FBI...
- No, I don't think it's FBI.
I can tell you that much.
You two really don't know
what you're dealing with here,
do you?
You think these institutions
you've dedicated your life to
are set up
to carry out justice?
To protect people?
Well, they're not.
They're set up to shield
people from justice.
To protect certain people
from accountability.
Mm. To protect the...
the elites, the wealthy,
right?
Not just them.
The shameless.
The ambitious.
The complicit at every level.
There is something terrible
going on at CREEP...
and every one of those bastards
was in on it.
Mitchell, Magruder,
McCord, Haldeman.
Whoa, whoa.
Haldeman?
As in the president's
chief of staff?
H-how do you know
all of this?
This can't be traced
back to me, okay?
You have to promise.
Judy, we don't
sell out anyone
who does the right thing.
You have our word.
When Gordon Liddy was hired,
I was assigned
to help him settle in.
Mailbox keys, parking spots,
stuff like that.
I even had to help him
get his stupid poster boards
printed up
for his stupid meeting.
What meeting?
Something about
sabotaging the Democrats.
Operation Gemstone.
He terrified me, you know.
Liddy.
I'm... I've had bosses
who were cruel, sadistic,
but with Liddy
it was something...
deeper, something...
in his eyes like an...
endless cave.
Did Liddy ever speak to you
directly
- about Operation Gemstone?
- God, no.
Of course,
he couldn't shut up
about all his weird
social theories...
...brain folds and bloodlines
and malum in se.
Malum in what?
- Malum in se.
- Malum in what?
Malum in se.
The act of evil
in and of itself.
The cold-blooded murder
of a child, for instance.
Primal, natural evil.
It stands in direct opposition
to malum prohibitum,
the laws of man.
It's these new moral reckonings
that will purge the Earth
of the weaknesses brought on
by sycophantic
modern-day...sodomites.
You look very nice today,
Judy.
♪ ♪
Talk to you later.
He really believed
this shit, you know.
He thought he was
some kind of crusader
on a holy mission.
But if every evil is justified
because it's done
in the pursuit
of some sacred truth...
then laws don't matter
anymore, right?
The people don't even matter.
How can a society
function like that?
How can people live together
without a shared understanding
of right and wrong?
Beginning to think
you wouldn't show.
What's the pillowcase for?
Oof... hooh...
Heard you called Hunt
the other day, good buddy.
The rumor is, you're still
looking for assurances
from our president.
But the thing is...
we're soldiers.
There are no...
assurances.
No pardons, no clemency.
You copy?
I can't hear you.
I copy!
Now, you hear me, you fuck.
If you ever threaten
to squeal again,
it'll be the last time
you ever squeal.
Do you copy?
I-I copy. Yes.
Yes... uhh!
♪ ♪
Are you certain
there's not a little...
Judenrat in you?
Hmm?
I swear I can smell
a little rat in there
somewhere.
What the fuck?
Hello?
Hey, it's me.
Hi. W-it's the middle
of the night.
- are you okay?
- Oh, I-I... yeah.
I-I'm sorry.
- I just...
- What's going on?
I-I was at this party
tonight,
and the whole time,
I was thinking about
what I told you earlier
about the can opener.
The c... uh, the can opener?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
J-just hear me out.
Maybe I was being
a little rash
when I told you to
throw it out, you know,
because I-I get that way
with appliances sometimes.
I get scared, you know, I...
And maybe it's the routine
that scares me
or-or the thought of having
one can opener
for the rest of my life.
And even if I like
a certain can opener
and can't imagine the rest of
my life without it,
I do this thing where I just
wanna throw it all away.
And...and instead of
sticking with what I have
a-and building on something,
you know,
I-I just...
I look for
a new can opener and...
I just want you to know
I hate that part of myself.
I really do, and...
I'm sorry about that,
about the...
about the can opener.
Hey, John...
...don't ever call me again.
Thanks to Miss Hoback,
we finally connected
Dahlberg's campaign checks
to a secret fund.
This fund
was set up inside
the Committee to Re-elect
with the expressed intent
of funneling money to a secret
political espionage unit.
- Jesus Christ!
- Now, if Miss Hoback
is correct, John Mitchell
personally had control
of the fund.
And the web of conspirants
went all the way up
to the president's
chief of staff.
We need to move fast on this,
start with the higher-ups.
We don't wanna lose
the element of surprise.
Well, there's no point in
losing the element of surprise.
Well, if there's nothing else,
I've got a 2:00.
Um, Mark will help you
with logistics,
- and truly great work.
- Thank you, sir.
- Really. Congratulations.
- Thank you, sir.
- Mark.
- Absolutely.
Heavenly Father,
guide me through
these treacherous waters
and deliver me safely to shore.
This is Louis Patrick Gray
asking for Your loving hand.
Amen.
Peggy, can you get
the White House?
♪ ♪
- Here you go, sir.
- Thank you.
Ooh...
How are you?
Just a little...tipsy.
...helicopter
which has arrived
at the convention hall
on the helicopter pad
back behind the hall here
with Mrs. Nixon and
the president, uh, emerging.
Turn that darn thing off.
Extraordinary
how he does that.
Yeah, I know.
Oh, hello, darling.
- You know the gentlemen.
- I know the gentlemen.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
and the birthday boy.
I know you.
My sugar bear.
Mmm. Sugar bear,
birthday bear.
- How are you?
- Well, thank you.
- How're you, how're you?
- Very good.
- And you!
- Okay...
- Are you asking me to dance?
- The gentlemen
are talking about football
because of.
- Football... Okay.
- Oh, okay.
You tease.
He's teasin' me.
Yeah, teasin' me.
Oh, she is spirited.
You're a lucky man.
Where's my little
bag from the pharmacy?
Tula put it under the bar.
- You're my favorite.
- Oh, thank you, ma'am.
Ooh.
Thank you, Dr. Feldman.
To John Mitchell
on the occasion of his
retirement from politics.
Jesus, could you
imagine being married
- to that woman?
- No.
Fuckin' mop soaked
in alcohol, that one.
What an embarrassment
for the poor guy.
I heard he begged
to stay on the campaign.
Phil told me Nixon's already
blaming him for Watergate.
Nobody gives
a shit about Watergate.
Not yet,
but when the lights come on,
Mitchell will be the one
holding the bag... trust me.
Probably be happy
to go to prison
to get away from Martha.
And tonight,
I will not ask you
to join our new majority
because of what we have done
in the past.
I ask your support
of the principles
I believe should determine
America's future.
The choice...
the choice in this election
is not between radical change
and no change.
The choice in this election
is between change that works
and change that won't work.
♪ ♪
I begin with
an article of faith.
It has become fashionable
in recent years
to point out what is wrong
with what is called
the American system.
You're never gonna
believe this shit.
This better be good,
Mark.
You're gonna wanna hear
all of this,
and you're gonna wanna put it
in your little paper.
Can you believe this shit?
It's all gonna come back
on her.
Who?
On Judy.
She's exposed.
She's not exposed. What do
you mean, she's exposed?
She's in the paper.
It's not like they're gonna
assassinate a bookkeeper.
Okay, well, that's not
the point is it?
We gave her our word, Angelo.
If people can't count on us,
who are they supposed to
count on?
Would you calm down, please?
Relax. We're gonna be fine.
Look...
the arc of the moral universe
is long...
but it bends towards
the good guys.
I promise.
Sorry.
You want some cake?
No, thanks.
Maybe you could take some
to those reporters out there.
They're probably hungry.
Good morning, gentlemen.
Before I read your provisional
sentencing statement,
is there anything any of the
defendants would like to say?
No, Your Honor.
Very well, then.
The crimes you stand
convicted of here today
are relatively minor
in relief.
A simple break-in.
A harmless bugging.
No physical damage.
But make no mistake...
there was damage.
You could say nobody got hurt,
but the nation itself
was wounded.
Because it's not the criminal
act that matters here today.
It's the rot it reveals
underneath.
Now, 100 times
on the cheeks
to bring the life back.
- Count for me.
- Something is
irreparably altered
when good men lie
to protect the powerful.
See the life coming?
Because every lie
we allow
erodes our sense of the truth.
How do I do it?
Until we become
not just liars
but we become the lie itself.
Gentlemen, I'm no fool.
I know this didn't start
with you.
but in the absence
of concrete evidence,
I'm afraid it will most likely
end here.
I sentence you to
the maximum penalty
allowable under federal law...
30 years in prison.
We'll reconvene
in two months' time
to formalize sentencing.
All rise.
♪ ♪
Y'all gonna just stand around,
or you wanna ask me some
questions?
Is the president planning
on making your husband
a scapegoat?
My husband has done everything
to protect Mr. President,
among many others,
I might add,
and they have all let him down.
Attagirl, Martha.
Mr. Mitchell
has become the fall guy.
Should the Nixon
administration
be afraid of you,
Mrs. Mitchell?
Well, I think you know
the answer to that,
Claire Crawford.
You know,
I used to hate that woman,
but she is starting
to grow on me.
It's a Cuisinart.
It's a food processor.
It...
It's supposed to be the best
at-at-at...
processing foods.
♪ ♪
"For slicing, blending,
"chopping, shredding,
grinding, mincing,
grating, mixing"...
What...
This thing is great!
♪ Will a lady
Pin me in her hair ♪
"Your hands will thank you."
♪ Will a child
Find me by a stream ♪
Well, at least somebody will.
♪ In the sunny shower ♪
♪ Kiss my petals
And weave me through a dream ♪
Mr. Mitchell and I
first came to Washington
to help this country.
I'm a doer... I don't just
sit around and do nothin'.
And if you don't do
your own talking for yourself,
someone is gonna do it
for ya in this town,
isn't that right?
Now, if y'all excuse me,
I'm gonna go have breakfast
with my family.
And there's a little
birthday cake upstairs.
I'll send it down
for you folks.
- Don't worry, I didn't make it.
- Mrs. Mitchell,
just one more question.
♪ ♪
♪ Ring all the bells,
Sing and tell the people ♪
♪ Everywhere that the flower
Has come ♪
♪ Light up the sky with your
Prayers of gladness ♪
♪ And rejoice
For the darkness is gone ♪
♪ Throw off your fears,
Let your hearts beat freely ♪
♪ At the sign
That a new time is born ♪
♪ ♪
♪ May mosaydee kaylie Iowya
roses ♪
♪ May mosaydee kaylie Iowya
roses ♪
♪ Say money
Na na no oh na ♪
♪ Na na ♪
♪ Mmm mm-mm ♪
♪ Lookin' for vayda tay
breeze ♪
♪ Lookin' for vayda tay
breeze ♪
♪ May mosaydee kaylie Iowya
roses ♪
♪ Mmm mm-mm ♪
♪ For all of these simple
Things and much more ♪
♪ A flower was born ♪
♪ It blooms to spread
Love and joy ♪
♪ Faith and hope
To people forlorn ♪
♪ Inside every man ♪
♪ Lives the seed of a flower ♪
♪ If he looks within ♪
♪ He finds beauty and power ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Ohhhhh ♪
♪ Na na na na
Na-na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na, na-na-na
Na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na
Na-na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na, na-na-na
Na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na
Na-na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na, na-na-na,
Na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na
Na-na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na, na-na-na,
Na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na
Na-na-na-na-na-na ♪
♪ Na na na, na-na-na,
Na-na-na ♪
Four more years!
Four more years!
Four more years!
Four more years!