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Look, let's just
both take a breath.

My mama slaps me
harder than that.

True immortality rests in
a pure and mighty will...

for history isn't written
by the feeble masses.

It is written and
rewritten by soldiers

carrying the banner of kings.

There she is,
machos. Our destiny.

That is what it
means to be strong.

I want you to know that
I fired those bastards.

They had no right roughing
you up the way they did.

You are the first person
that I am aware of

to publicly accuse the president

of responsibility for
the Watergate break-in.

Pretty sure I won't be the last.

How do you feel about your wife
potentially speaking to the Senate?

Well, I support Martha in
whatever she decides to do.

I'm testifying on Monday.

They said the judge
was sending you

to a bad prison for a long time.

When I was a boy,

my only friend was my
nanny, Frau Teresa.

She told me the story of a boy

who, from the power
of his own will,

became the leader
of her Fatherland.

She made me realize that I,
too, could choose to be strong.

This will be Father's
trial by fire.

I'm at the center of this thing.

I mean, that guy...

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

and decided to do
something about it?

Mr. Dean, Mr. Dean,
how do you feel?

Everyone seems to think
you did pretty darn good.

I hear Martha is on
deck for Thursday.

The problem...

with loving something too much

is that you can't do
what needs to be done.

I trust you'll do
what needs to be done.

♪ I'd like ♪

♪ Just one Old-fashioned
Christmas ♪

I don't, uh, know where
I end up on this thing.

According to this, I was
born in the Year of the Rat.

Says I'm bright, patient,
and inspiring to others.

Somebody's been
reading your mail.

Fuck off.

It also says I can
be happy on my own

or make an outstanding partner.

I'll be sure to
inform your wife.

Yeah, good idea.

What's going on
with these girls?

I thought they were supposed
to be here at seven.

John, you're not screening
them for the secretarial pool.

As long as they know their
way around an inseam...

I don't think they heard
you in the kitchen.

Who gives a shit?

Nobody speaky the
Engrish around here.

You're a terrible man.

I've learned it all from you.

But before they do come in,

there's something you should
probably know about your girl.

I-I... Don't tell
me she's a cryer.

I can't deal with another cryer.

No, nothing like that.
But she's married.

Married?

- Not happily.
- Oh, Christ.

As though I-I don't have
enough stress in my life.

So she's married.

You've been with married
girls before, and this...

this broad's got a rack
like Claudia Cardinale.

You're gonna love
her. Trust me.

She's a real alley cat, boy.

Yeah, I should go.

No, why?

Because these girls
are 20 minutes late,

and the only marriage I can
stand getting in the way of

right now is my own.

Come on, don't be
like this, John.

Look. Hey, speak of the devil.

Ladies, we've been
waiting for you.

Sorry. It was bumper-to-bumper
all the way to Columbus Circle.

Hey, John, this is Peggy Quinn.

- Pleasure.
- And, uh,

I'm sorry, darling.
What's your name again?

- Martha Jennings.
- Martha Jennings.

John Mitchell, meet
Martha Jennings.

I'm-I'm John.

I heard.

Are you going somewhere?

Uh, no, I was, uh...

Looking for the coatroom.

Yes, could you take
this? Thank you.

Could you point me
toward the restroom?

No, no, no. I'll walk you.
It's right over there.

Okay, great. Thank you.

Would you?

Oh, sure. Sorry.

Thank you.

Sir?

Yes, thank you. Uh, may I?

♪ Wait for Santa to sail in ♪

♪ With your presents
In a canoe... ♪

So, uh, Peggy tells
me you're married.

Well, evidently,
Peggy likes to talk.

That she does.

Ken tells me the same
about you, marriage-wise.

Wow, those two are cut
from the same cloth.

Absolute vipers.

Mm.

Can I come a little
closer to you?

Now, there's one thing
you can say for marriage.

Makes everything beyond it

a little more fun.

Little more, uh, beautiful.

Oh, um...

it's a little...
you have an eyelash.

Yeah, make a wish.

You know, I don't
believe in wishes.

Well, I don't believe
in wasting them.

♪ ...Christmas ♪

♪ On Christmas Island ♪

♪ You will never stray,
For every day... ♪

What was it?

Mm-mm. I can't tell you.

That's the first rule of wishes.

But I do hope it
pans out for you.

Really, I do.

It's a doozy.

Wow.

- Can I get you a drink?
- Yes, please.

And what would you like?

Gin and tonic.

Sir, can I get the lady
a gin and tonic, please?

Thank you.

Where is everybody?

Your lawyer opted for a
closed-door session, Ms. Mitchell.

No press. Take a seat.

Now, we've got a
long day ahead of us,

so let's get to it.

I understand, uh, you have an
opening statement prepared.

Yes, Sam. Thank you.

Mr. Chairman, before we begin,

I would just like to register
the minority's skepticism

regarding the relevance of
Mrs. Mitchell's testimony.

It's still unclear to
me what official role

she held within
the administration.

Senator Gurney, as Mrs.
Mitchell's counsel stipulated,

she maintained an official
public relations role

within the Committee
to Re-Elect.

Mm-hmm.

Doing what, appearing
on game shows?

Ed, that's...

Now just hold on a second.

I was employed in the campaign

at the direct request
of the president.

Oh, and I'm sure

we're all very appreciative
of your tireless dedication

to your own celebrity...

Pardon me?

But I'm still unsure what
any of that has to do

with the matters that, uh, we
are examining in this committee.

Honestly, Ed, this
is beneath you.

Senator Gurney will suffice.

Not according to your wife.

- Mr. Chairman.
- Order.

With all due respect,
there are significant facts

that this witness has
failed to disclose.

I would like to submit
this official report

from Bellevue Hospital.

So submitted.

It indicates that

Mrs. Mitchell was
institutionalized

after the birth of her daughter,

January of 1961.

It was given to me by a
close, personal source.

Your father suffered from
acute mental illness,

just like you.

Isn't that so?

I do not suffer from
acute mental illness.

In interviews,

you have stated that your father

died in a car accident,
but that isn't true, is it?

In fact, he, uh...

he was a drunken,
degenerate gambler,

a fanaticist prone to
paranoia, delusion,

and, ultimately, suicide.

What's your point, Ed?

Isn't it possible
that your instability

could perhaps have been
passed down from your father?

Could it be that... that
that's why you see conspiracies

and plots where... Where
none, in fact, exist?

'Cause if there is an issue
with her mental stability...

There are no issues.

Then why risk your marriage?

Why risk your
husband's position?

Mrs. Mitchell, why risk the
happiness of your own daughter?

Because it's the truth.

It is the truth.

And what about your husband?

Does he share your
understanding of the truth?

What the fuck are you doing?

What are you doing?

You told them everything.

Told who what? What
are you talking about?

You know exactly what
I'm talking about.

You set me up.

You gave them the knife, and you
told them exactly where to stick it!

Sweetheart, I only
wanted to keep you

on the right side of
this whole goddamn thing.

You're the one who
wanted to testify.

Oh, my God, you're
driving me crazy!

You make me feel like
I am losing my mind!

What's going on?

Go back to your room, honey.

- But...
- Now!

Oh, cleaning up
after Martha again.

I've grown so used to it.

Big John Mitchell,
lord of the manor,

living in devoted service

to a man who won't even
return his phone calls.

Okay. Just... you're just drunk.

It's enough. Another drunk.

Martha's on another...

Blow it out your ass, Mitchell!

- Yeah.
- Huh?

Yeah.

I've been watching you for
months just sitting around here,

staring at the phone
like some teenage girl,

waiting for a call from the
boy with the magic fingers.

When are you gonna get it
through your thick fucking skull

that nobody on the
whole fucking planet

gives a goddamn what you think?

Plenty of people
care what I think.

Barbara Walters wants me on the
Today show to tell my story.

Huh? My story!

They're just looking
for a fucking sideshow!

And that's you, lady!

Do you know why Dick
hasn't called you back,

why he hasn't made any
effort at all to contact you?

Oh, fuck off!

Because he doesn't give a shit.

He never gave a shit
about you, ever!

You think you're so much better
than the rest of them, right?

Don't you?

Dean, Magruder, Haldeman.

Oh, they're just in it
for the money or ambition,

but you're the only one

dumb enough to think you
actually matter to Dick,

that he valued your friendship.

Hey, Martha, I am warning you...

You have ruined everything
in your life, in my life!

Your reputation, your
marriage, and for what?

For what?

I can't stand the
sound of your voice!

Well, that makes two of us!

- I can't stand to look at you!
- I can't stand you!

- I can't stand your face!
- Get fucking off of me!

I love you, Martha,

'cause you're America's
clown and you're a pig.

And all your
moaning and bitching

and your morning drinking

and your day drinking
and your night drinking,

and your own daughter has
to fish you out of the tub

'cause you're too stoned on
pills and booze to stand.

Whose idea were the pills?

- To stand!
- Who?

I thought it would help you!

I didn't know you were
gonna eat them like M&M's!

It's the only way I
can sleep in my bed

when it smells like your whores.

Oh, you fucking bitch.

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

- What did you just say?
- Yeah, you heard me.

Even you can't be
so fucking dense

as to think that this was
just an overzealous bodyguard.

You're a cheap joke, Martha.

And every fucking word

that comes out of your mouth

humiliates you
and humiliates me.

Is it...

- See, no.
- No.

- No, no.
- No.

I'm leaving you, and I'm
taking Marty with me.

I'm not going to let her
watch you melt the fuck down.

No.

No. No, you will not.

You can't take her.

You can't... wait.

Mitchell, you will
not take my daughter.

You... I know what you've
done. I'll tell everyone.

You and Dick, both of you,

worse than the
break-in at Watergate,

worse than anyone knows.

And who the hell is gonna
believe you, Martha,

after all this?

Who's gonna believe
little Martha?

I'm just realizing this is my
favorite new position with you.

What's that, Martha?

You're gonna have to speak up,

'cause for once,
I can't hear you.

Go back to your room, honey.

Oh, I love this.
This is great.

How groovy.

Yeah, maybe we could do

a little uh, shaken not stirred.

That's great.

Hey, sweetheart, can
you fix his hair?

Right on.

Just one thing more.

I'm the first married
woman in Playboy.

Great. Um, could you
put your arm around her?

Yeah.

Gotta say, Mr. Dean, for a
man who just went through

a nationally televised gauntlet,

you seem to be in
incredible spirits.

Oh. Well, thank you.

I, uh... I didn't go
through it alone, so...

Why did you decide to
come out and speak at all?

I mean, wouldn't it have been
easier if you'd kept quiet?

Well, sure.

Um, I guess you could say
I, uh... I saw an injustice,

and I decided to say
something about it.

Simple as that.

And, uh, how have you held up

throughout this
experience, Mrs. Dean?

I imagine it's
been uh, difficult.

On the contrary, uh,

I think when you strip
everything away from someone,

you know, all the
power and prestige,

that's when you really get a glimpse
of who they truly are inside.

John and I have gotten to know
each other more completely

than we would have if
Watergate had never happened.

And that's, um... that's a gift.

You'll have to be sure and send a
thank-you card to the president.

Right.

Straight up his ass.

Don't... don't print that.

Oh, would you, um-
Would you excuse me?

Please don't print that.

Um...

Oh, Charlie. Come on in.

Hey, everybody, this is
Charlie Shaffer, my lawyer.

This is, uh, Anthony and
Joaquin from Playboy.

I'm trying to convince them
to give us the centerfold.

John, do you mind if I
talk to you in private?

- It's, uh, urgent.
- Oh, sure. Uh, excuse us.

Just through here.

You want a ice
water or a Prosecco?

We're doing mimosas.

No, thanks.

Hey, look, uh,

I know you said keep the
interviews to a minimum,

but, you know, it's Playboy.

And, uh, they said
they might even publish

one of Mo's short
stories, so cheers.

Yeah, I'm-I'm not,
uh, here about that.

Um, John, do you wanna, uh,

maybe sit down in
the other room?

No, I'm fine. What's going on?

I got word on Sirica's
preliminary ruling

on your case.

He's recommending a
sentence of five years.

W-what? I testified.

I was the first to
flip. I-I cooperated.

He took that into account.

A reduced sentence was
never part of the deal.

Then what the hell did I go
through all this for then, huh?

Ostensibly because you wanted to
do what was best for the country.

Oh, fuck that.

John, the good news
is that you can still

appeal for leniency if
you cooperate further.

The special prosecutor's going
after Haldeman and Ehrlichman

and... and then Mitchell.

No, no, no way.

I am not ratting
on anybody else.

- John, I hear you.
- That was not part of the deal, Charlie.

They can't ask me to do that.

They're not asking you
to do anything, John.

You obstructed justice.

You broke the law.

Fuck that, Charlie.

People break the
law all the time.

What, you think Kennedy's boys
didn't color outside the line?

Or Johnson's or Roosevelt's?

They all lied.
They all cheated.

And not a single one of them

would hesitate to do it again
if it suited their needs.

- Maybe.
- No, definitely, Charlie.

Definitely.

So how do they get to
walk away scot-free,

and I'm the one who
spends five years

testifying against my
friends, sleeping in a cell?

Fuck.

Oh, God.

You're not wrong, John.

Thing is, those guys...

they didn't get caught.

You did.

Mo, uh...

Mo.

"Dearest Frances, I
bet you and the boys

"are wondering how
life's been for me

"since I left you and the
children and arrived at Danbury.

"Well, I'm happy to report that
things are going just fine.

"Upon my arrival, I discovered
that the prison staff

"are just as courteous and
polite as you might expect..."

Arms up!

"...from our hardworking
law enforcement community."

Lift your stick.

Balls.

Turn around and spread 'em.

♪ I know... ♪

Like what you see
back there, Jimbo?

"And surprisingly,

"the atmosphere
among the prisoners

"is one of congeniality."

Motherfucker!

♪ When it comes To
lovin' me, he's worst ♪

How that dick taste, bitch?

Hmm.

"I even found a way

"to help some of my more
civilized compatriots

"with their legal queries."

If there's double jeopardy...

is there triple jeopardy?

Excellent question,
Meat Machine.

Everyone, if you'll turn to
chapter two in your books.

"Of course, I've had my
share of gloomy days,

"most of them brought
on by the knowledge

"that our brave president
is beset on all sides

"by quislings and traitors.

"I'm ashamed to say that
my dispirited attitude

"even caused me to run
into a little trouble

"with one of my more
unruly neighbors."

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ The first cut
Is the deepest ♪

♪ Baby, I know ♪

♪ The first cut
Is the deepest ♪

♪ 'Cause when it comes To
being lucky, he's cursed ♪

♪ When it comes to
lovin' me, He's worst ♪

In the cage, motherfucker.

♪ But when it Comes
to being loved ♪

-♪ He's first ♪

♪ That's how I know ♪

♪ The first cut
Is the deepest ♪

"But in the end,

"I was given a great,
little room of my own.

"And ever since then, I've
been truly happy here,

"able to reconnect to
my natural rhythms."

"My only regret is that I
will not have the chance

"to watch our boys
grow into young men."

"But perhaps by my example,

"I can teach the boys
what my nanny, Teresa,

"taught me all those years ago.

"When a man's trial
by fire arrives,

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

"If not, he will perish."

"Yours, in love
and in victory..."

Oh, you motherfucker.

Oh, God!

"Dearest Frances..."

"...I am afraid that since
our last correspondence,

"things have taken a
turn for the worse."

"I was foolish to think my
trial was nearing its end."

"It seems now to
have only just begun.

"I realize now that
life had brought me here

"to my unholy
solitude in this cell,

"waging holy war with a demon

"I know all too well..."

"...my own weakness."

"I now know that it
has been lying in wait

"inside of me all this time,

"festering, growing,
quietly gathering strength

"as it prepares to
devour me whole.

"And the only way for
me to defeat it now

"is to flush it out and
crush it once and for all."

Where are you?

What do you want?
What do you want?

What do you want, some food?

Oh, the food.
I'll play with ya.

I'll play with... no, no.

Come on, where are you?

Where are you?

Come on, come out.
Come on, come on.

Come on out.

Come on out, come on out!

Oh come on, come on!

I strike at thee!

Shut the fuck up, you nutcase!

God damn it, Liddy,
you crazy fuck!

Oh, Jesus.

Liddy, Liddy.

Get up. Get the fuck up.

Come on.

- Leave it, leave it.
- I had him!

Leave it!

I had him! I fucking had him!

The wheelie king.

Oh, my.

Nice boy.

Mm.

Oh.

Slumber party time, baby.

Baby.

Marty.

Shh.

Mm.

Mm, your bed is nice.

Mm, baby...

it's just gonna be the two
of us for a little bit, okay?

Okay. It's good.
We'll have fun.

We can listen to
all your records.

We don't need Daddy right now.

Just you and me, baby.

I called Dad.

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

until school starts up.

I'm sorry.

I just... just need to go.

We can, um, celebrate
birthdays together,

and we'll see each
other for Christmas.

That'll be so fun.

Okay?

Mom?

As Congress begins

its historic
impeachment inquiry,

I take a moment to
sit with the woman

who claims to know more

about the inner workings of
Watergate than anyone else.

The indomitable, the formidable,

the complicated Martha Mitchell.

She joins us to set the record
straight right after this.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Mitchell,
but you're wanted onstage.

Thank you.

All right. We'll
see you in a minute.

It's a throbbing of my heart
to the beat of the wing!

It's me and Carol riding
off into the sunset!

Welcome back to the Today show.

Last Monday night, I received
a telephone call from someone

I had not heard from in quite
some time, Martha Mitchell.

For the past two months, Mrs.
Mitchell has been living alone

in a luxurious
Washington apartment

her husband used to
call the Taj Mahal.

Her husband, John Mitchell,

left her after a
16-year marriage.

He now lives in a
Georgetown hotel.

Some say that in a matter of weeks,
Mr. Mitchell is expected to be indicted

by a grand jury for conspiracy,
obstruction of justice,

and perjury in connection
with the Watergate break-in.

Mrs. Mitchell told me that
she would like to clear up

some matters which have
been reported inaccurately.

We asked her to appear
on this program.

She gave us her word that she
would, and now she's here.

Good morning,
Barbara. How are you?

I'm fine.

I'm sorry I cannot welcome
you to the Taj Mahal.

Well, we welcome you here.

It's a lonely place,
but it's awfully pretty.

You have said, and you
said to me last week,

that President Nixon is
asking his subordinates

to take the blame for things
of which he is guilty.

What do you know, Martha?

Well, Barbara, you can't
say that I-I know anything,

and I would tell this to the
Senate Watergate Committee

if they ever asked
to see me again,

is that I am now so confused
by what I have read,

what I've heard, what I've seen,

that I-I-I-I couldn't
possibly be a good witness,

not in the slightest.

Do you think the president
should be impeached, Martha?

I have no idea whether the
president should be impeached.

I can't answer that.
I'm not sitting in...

Let's move on.

Let-let me ask you some
questions about you.

Oh, Martha.

- Let's talk about Martha.
- Great.

I started out by asking
you, why after 16 years,

why after a marriage
that looked awfully good

to an awful lot
of people, why...

- It was. It was great.
- Why-

It was the greatest
thing in the world.

You think perhaps somebody's
forced him to leave you?

I think very definitely,

because a man doesn't
tell you two weeks

before he walks out and causes
a conspiracy on his wife

that it's legitimate,
put it that way.

Why do you think they
did this, Martha?

Whoever they are?

Well, I don't... I don't know.

That would be, uh,
hard for me to say.

I...

Again, I just need to get myself

back to a train of thought

where I'm not so emotionally
involved, you see?

I need to do a doctorme...

Documentary on the whole
thing to analyze it.

Yes.

When you called
me the other day,

you said something to me.

Very frankly, you said,
"Barbara, a lot of people

say that-that I drink,
that I am an alcoholic..."

Why are you watching this?

"...and that that's why
I say a lot of things."

- It's depressing.
- Let me interrupt you.

Do you drink, Martha?

Do you drink when you
make those phone calls?

What I... When I
make phone crawls?

Phone calls?

What I think has
happened, Barbara,

is that the... the media has kind of
built me into this sort of character,

and a lot of people
don't even know me.

Martha, we have
three minutes left.

Is that all?

I know you have a lot of
fans watching, Martha.

What would you most want them
to know about things now?

I think just that...

the trying things that
have been imposed on me...

No one in this country
realizes or understands

that I-I'm working very hard.

I'm not just sitting
in an apartment lonely.

I-I'm doing a great deal
of research on this book,

and you've done a book.

You know how much work it takes.

And... and I have other offers

and all kinds of various
and sundry things

and other things
to keep me busy.

I'm not just sitting lonely.

I ha-I have my bad days.

I have days when
I'm terribly blue,

but other days when...

When I-I-I can get ahold
of myself and-and go ahead.

So just that's all that.

And, uh... and also, I-I
want to say to all the people

who have always
corresponded with me

that my mail hasn't
been coming through.

Well, we've laughed together,

we've been on programs together,

and I want to just say now

that I think for a
great many people

that you have, at this
point, our compassion.

We look forward to your book.

We know it's been a
hard time for you,

and I thank you for being here
and for expressing yourself.

Thank you, Barbara.

We'll be right back
after this message.

And we're out.

That was wonderful. Thank you.

Thank you.

And you look beautiful, and I
really hope I see you again,

and I'm thinking about
you and your family.

- Take good care.
- Okay.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

She can kiss that
book deal goodbye.

"Dearest Frances,

"I'm not sure if I'm
really writing to you

"or if this is all
happening in my head.

"I don't know if I ever told
you about what eventually became

"of my beloved
nanny, Frau Teresa.

"She killed herself
after the war.

"Mother said it was because
she suffered from hysteria,

"a mental sickness,

"but I knew the truth.

"She was destroyed by the
death of the Fuehrer...

"...toppled by life's unceasing
splendor and cruelty."

"I always hated her for
giving in to that sadness.

"But now I understand her.

"Our noble leader, too,
has been devoured by rats,

"and their sickness has
infected the rest of us."

"I know now what
Frau Teresa was doing

"with that rope around her neck.

"She wasn't killing herself.

"She was freeing herself
from love forever.

"If they ask...

"tell the boys I
died in battle."

Fraulein... Teresa?

This fight is waged
for the child.

What is wrong, dear boy?

Hush...

Hush...

I lost my strength.

You must give in to
be strong, dear boy.

Give in...

and let go.

Dear boy...

I found you! I found you!

I knew it!

Oh, this bad motherfucker's...

Oh, oh. Fuck, I can...

Huh?

I knew it! I knew it!

No.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no!

- So that's it, huh?
- Yeah.

I don't know what I was picturing.
It doesn't look like a jail to me.

Well, it's... It's
a military base.

This is... this is home
sweet home till we testify.

Hunt's in there,
Colson, Magruder.

Huh. Getting the gang
back together now?

How much longer do we have?

Three minutes.

You don't have to
stick around, you know?

I-I'd understand if you
wanna... If you wanna move on,

find somebody else.

Oh, I already have
another boyfriend.

I'm serious.

Five... five years
is a long time.

I am...

yours.

I'm in this, even
if I'm not in there.

That said, I was thinking

I could pull some
strings with the airline.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I think I could
get us as far as Manila.

We could change our names.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

Oh, here are my dates.

Bye.

Marty left her books.

She's in the car.

Uh...

This is, uh, all of them.

Well...

I guess that's it.

She said that you, uh... Your
migraines were acting up.

Oh, um...

I'm fine, thank you.
Thank you for asking.

Well, take care of yourself.

Wait, Mitchell, I just wanna
talk to you for a minute.

- No, no. Please.
- Just... just...

- Martha, don't.
- Please.

- I just...
- Martha, don't. Don't.

I just wanna talk to you for
a minute. I just wanna...

I know I'm a disappointment
to you, Mitchell.

And I-I've been an
embarrassment with the press

and the... and the interviews,

and I've learned my lesson,
and I'm just ashamed,

and I'm sorry.

But I know I can do better
and go back to the way

that it used to be
with you and me.

Just please stay here with me.

Please?

Please don't leave
me here alone.

I'll send someone for the
rest of Marty's things.

Well, he's handsome,
for starters,

and well-established
at his firm.

Is he boring? He
sounds boring.

Oh, God, no.

No, he's the kind of guy you
could really cut loose with.

Look, he's a card,

and he has the most
macabre sense of humor.

- No.
- I'm telling you, Martha.

You're really gonna
like this guy.

Come on.

♪ I would have Given
you all of my heart ♪

♪ But there's someone
Who's torn it apart ♪

♪ And he's taken Almost
all that I've got ♪

♪ But if you want I'll
try to love again ♪

♪ Baby, I'll try to love again ♪

♪ But I know ♪

♪ The first cut
Is the deepest ♪

♪ Baby, I know ♪

♪ The first cut
Is the deepest ♪

♪ 'Cause when it comes To
being lucky, he's cursed ♪

♪ When it comes to
lovin' me He's worst ♪

♪ But when it comes To
being loved, he's first ♪

♪ That's how I know ♪

♪ The first cut
Is the deepest ♪

♪ Baby, I know ♪

♪ The first cut
Is the deepest ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, the first cut First
cut is the deepest ♪

♪ Yes, it is ♪

♪ 'Cause when it comes
It comes to being lucky ♪

♪ He's cursed ♪

♪ When it comes
To be in love ♪

♪ He's worst ♪

♪ But when it comes It
comes to being loved ♪

♪ He's first ♪

♪ That's how I know ♪