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- John, this is-- - Martha Jennings.

This is Winzola McLendon.

She is my biographer and a first-rate journalist.

I know my mom is a lot to handle,

but don't give up on her.

Frank Wills.

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

Alexander Butterfield,

former aide to HR Haldeman,

said that President Nixon ordered

secret electronic listening devices

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

I got word on Sirica's preliminary ruling.

He's recommending a sentence of five years.

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

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

- Oh, fuck. - The good news

is that you can still appeal for leniency

if you cooperate further.

The special prosecutor's going after Haldeman

and Ehrlichman and-and then Mitchell.

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

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

I am yours.

When a man's trial by fire arrives,

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

The trying things

that have been imposed on me,

no one in this country

realizes or understands.

You have ruined everything in your life,

in my life--your reputation.

What's going on?

Uh, go back to your room, honey.

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

I'm leaving you.

I called Dad.

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

And I'm taking Marty with me.

Huh.

President Richard Nixon

reversed his ground and agreed to comply

with a Federal Circuit Court order

to surrender his Watergate tapes

to Federal District Court judge John Sirica.

But soon the president's lawyers

disclosed that two tapes were absent

and a third had that mysterious 18-minute buzz.

The White House's only explanation

was that the president's personal secretary,

Rose Mary Wood,

might have accidentally hit the wrong button

in the foot pedal while reaching for the telephone.

So I'm transcribing the tape,

and then I reach for the phone,

and my foot presses down

on the pedal that erases the tape.

The public opinion polls,

always a revered source

of comfort and pleasure for the president,

have now turned sour.

It would be nice in a crisis-weary country

if the committee could decide

by, say, eight o'clock tomorrow morning

whether Mr. Nixon ought to be impeached.

But with ground rules to set

and with masses of possible evidence to sift,

that decision is likely to be months away.

The feeling grows that if the president

survives in office through the spring,

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

but that surviving in office through the spring

won't be easy.

All sides agree that things simply cannot continue

as they have been for most of '73.

As for those complicit

in the president's deceptions,

only one question remains:

why would these men,

men of intelligence and accomplishment,

willingly subsume themselves for a man

as patently duplicitous as Richard Milhous Nixon?

What, in short, were they thinking?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, where you going?

You don't wanna get a photo with us?

Say cheese, Mitchell.

Attorney General Mitchell.

The rumor is that you're facing

upwards of ten years in prison if convicted.

Doesn't that scare you?

Could be worse.

I could have been sentenced to life with Martha.

Here on your X-ray, you can see

the sunburst appearance

where the wrist is injured.

The fracture could heal very slowly or not at all.

In addition, an excess of calcium

is entering your bloodstream...

Hmm.

...that could cause neurological problems like

confusion and memory loss,

weakness, and exhaustion.

You may soon find yourself in a lot of pain.

My, The Post,

they know how to treat their staff-writers well.

No, this is my editor's scotch.

He's on vacation.

Well, I'm glad you finally escaped

from that pink ghetto

you were stuck in.

Oh, just soda for me, please.

Oh.

All right.

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

I'm impressed.

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

What exactly are we celebrating?

Are you kidding?

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

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

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

Well, three cheers for me.

You know, this is a new start.

Maybe you should move out of that old apartment,

find someplace that suits you better.

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

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

Well, when you get to be my age,

you get to know the ghosts.

Bottoms up. Nice to see you.

You too.

What happened there?

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

Oh, no.

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

What is it?

Our book.

A very rough first draft.

And I know that the publisher

canceled our contract, technically,

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

And I think it's good.

Actually, I think it's really good.

Oh, that's wonderful, dear.

I thought you'd be happy.

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

Well...

Mm, there's a reason I stopped by.

I wanted to-

I wanted to ask you a favor.

Oh, okay.

You know what happened with me and my husband.

That was a long time coming,

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

Marty--

her birthday's on Tuesday, and I promised

that I would drive down and visit her at school,

and I wondered if you might accompany me.

Oh, wow.

I don't know if I should.

Oh, it would mean so much to me.

She just loves you to death.

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

All right. You let me know.

I will.

And more importantly,

who is the man in that brown jacket there?

Oh. That's Bob Woodward.

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

I have heard he is.

Shh! Martha!

Call his name. Get him to look this way.

I'm not gonna do that.

Bob.

What are you...

It sounded more like a sheep.

...doing?

All right.

Give me the damage, but make it quick.

It's been a very long day.

Let's start with the good news.

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

through the corporate account,

so little victory there.

Hooray.

As for the bad news, uh,

those Oval Office tapes were not good for us.

Based upon the transcripts, it looks like

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

conspiracy, perjury, obstruction of justice.

It's all there, clear as day.

Okay, sweetheart,

could you find the burgundy stem?

Yeah, um...

John...

this is serious.

I didn't hire you to inform me

that there is an iceberg up ahead.

I hired you to steer the ship

around the fucking thing.

On the, um, sunny side of the street,

it looks like you might be out of the woods

with the whole Martha situation.

What are we talking about?

We received the settlement papers.

She hasn't agreed to all of our terms.

She would like to maintain ownership of the apartment

and visitation rights with Marty.

But she's relented on just about everything else.

She's giving you an out here.

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

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

Any update on the burgundy stem?

Try this one, Mr. Mitchell.

We have a winner.

Hey, Chuck, those cafones in Washington,

are they gonna impeach or what?

Uh, it depends; they--

they have the votes in the House.

Yeah, but the Senate's trickier.

Much more visibility in that chamber.

Ah, if Goldwater votes to convict,

they'll all follow along.

What's the matter, Dean?

What are you thinking about?

I think I need some new gloves.

Princess is in a little funk.

He had a visit from the feds earlier on.

Mm-hmm.

The feds? Who was it?

Watergate task force guys.

They want him to testify now against Mitchell.

What did you tell them?

What do you think I told them?

I told them no, for God's sake.

As if a couple of tapes are gonna convince me

to turn on anybody at this point.

Oh, tape recordings?

Copies of all my conversations

with the president in the Oval Office.

Left them as a gift.

Hell of a gift.

I don't know.

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

It's unbelievable.

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

It's not like I'm some criminal.

That's funny.

'Cause I ain't no criminal neither.

Vito, Carmine, you guys criminals?

No, no, no, none of that.

No, hell, no.

Look at his face.

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

It'll cost money. It's dangerous.

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

This is the sort of thing mafia people can do.

You got to wash money and all that sort,

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

and it all comes in serialized bills.

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

over the next two years.

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

you could get a million dollars.

And you could get it in cash.

I know where it could be gotten.

I want to look at any sensitive areas

around where Jews are involved.

See, the Jews are all through the government.

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

You know what happened to the Greeks?

Homosexuality destroyed them.

The last six Roman Emperors were fags.

We are up against an enemy, a conspiracy.

They're using any means. Is that clear?

I don't give a shit about the law.

The press is the enemy.

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

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

Don't let people testify.

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

- Just keep it buried. - Oh, fuck.

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

It's growing daily.

Fuck.

Hello.

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

Thank you.

Oh.

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

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

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

Oh, eh--

Antonio, he's a photographer from Life magazine.

He's on loan for the day

to take pictures of the birthday party.

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

- What? - Oh, I just--

I mean, I think that it might spook Marty

a little bit if you show up

and you have a whole entourage, you know?

- Maybe-- - I see your point.

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

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

- Hi. - Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Uh, so you'll just stay in the car

till Marty gets comfortable; she's shy.

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

- Morning. - Good morning.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Oof!

Have you lost some weight?

It's a good day for a drive.

Oh, oh.

You all right?

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

Oh.

Oh. Mitchell defaulted on the heating bill.

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

That's awfully unkind of him.

Well, it's just his way now.

Mitchell couldn't stand Nixon

when he first met him; he thought he was

insecure and brittle, which he is.

Isn't that crazy?

How does a man like John Mitchell, brilliant man,

get tangled up in such a mess

for a conglomerate of nothing like Richard Nixon?

I don't understand it.

I don't think I ever will.

I, as the chairman,

have been guided by a simple principle

that the law must deal fairly with every man.

The ones that are cute on the front

- are terrible inside. - I know.

I don't understand some of these things.

I don't know.

Come on. We gotta find a nice one.

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

a beautiful flower's blossom."

Oh, please stop. Who writes these things?

Christ, they really are terrible.

You should write cards.

You're so sweet and sincere.

That's a nice little kitty.

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

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

What for?

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

I'm not sure that I really believed you.

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

I was just as bad as everyone else.

I'm sorry.

I... can't imagine

how that must have been for you...

not to be believed.

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

Well, that's not true now.

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

Thanks.

- Now help me find a card. - Okay.

Uh...

...here.

Together, that's it.

Oh, that's nice.

That's real nice.

Let's get the envelope for that one.

- Yeah. - That's nice.

Could you direct me to the ladies', please?

Oh, yeah. Right over there.

Was that Martha Mitchell?

Thanks.

Can you believe this shit?

There might be up to five articles of impeachment now.

Fucking shame.

You can say that again.

Do that to an American president

just to score political points?

Wait, what?

There's no evidence the president

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

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

Does that not count for anything?

He isn't perfect.

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

You voted for Nixon after you knew about Watergate?

I'm a law-and-order guy.

Anyway, you impeach him now, and you start destroying

what little trust the American people

have in their government, and that--

that's a slippery slope.

What is it with this slippery slope shit?

What do you mean?

People like you always say that,

like you got nothing else to say.

"It's a slippery slope."

Yeah, everything's a slippery slope.

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

"You don't know what might happen.

It's a slippery slope."

"Welfare for the poor?

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

"You wanna police the government?

"That's a fucking slippery shit slope

"if I've ever seen one.

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

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

You okay, buddy?

Just because certain actions we take

in some imaginary future

might theoretically lead to disastrous outcomes

somewhere down the line

shouldn't stop us from doing

what's objectively morally right

in the present.

Correct?

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

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

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

Fuck you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah. You know what?

Fuck those guys.

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

Ah, there he is.

Belle of the ball.

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

John Dean.

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

Yeah. Thanks for those.

They really took me back.

You already knew everything there was to know about Nixon.

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

about testifying against your buddies?

You ever hear your own voice on a...

tape recorder?

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

Dean, can I ask you a personal question?

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

Why'd you do it?

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

At least you seem like a smart guy.

I mean, why would you agree

to cover up some bullshit break-in

for a president you knew damn well was gonna

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

Why'd you do it?

You really wanna know?

I do.

Poshinaya foam.

- What's that? - Poshinaya foam.

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

They only make it in the Eastern Bloc.

Apparently when you sit in a seat

made with Poshinaya foam,

it's like you're floating on air.

Somebody back in law school once told me

that Jack Kennedy got the CIA

to make a special deal with Khrushchev

to get every seat on Air Force One

cushioned with the stuff.

- No shit. - No shit.

And when I first heard that, I remember thinking,

"Man, I-I would do anything

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

Now, just think about it:

riding with the president

30,000 feet above the rest of the world,

your whole ass

cradled by a cloud.

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

and just go back to living your life

the way you were living it before,

with your ordinary cushions

and your ordinary existence?

It's-it's impossible.

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

What's that?

The-the foam.

- The foam. - The Air Force One seat.

Oh.

Yeah. Yeah. A few times.

How'd it feel?

Better than you can ever imagine.

This court is now in session,

with the Honorable Judge John Sirica presiding.

Uh, we have a pretty busy schedule today.

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

The special prosecutor would like to call

Mr. George Gordon Battle Liddy to the stand.

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

during these proceedings.

But we wanted to give you one more chance

to set the record straight.

Do you or do you not recall

the meeting of January 27, 1972,

commonly referred to as the Operation Gemstone meeting?

How about the subsequent meeting of February fourth

in which you presented your revised plans

to former Attorney General Mi--

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Mr. Liddy.

Oh, dear God.

Come to order, please.

Will somebody get this lunatic out of my courtroom?

Come on. Come on, let's go.

Come to order.

Get him out!

What the hell's going on?

Some witness is going crazy in there.

This is you, pal.

Well, thanks for the ride.

I'll see you around.

Probably not.

My God, get the door.

Shut it!

John Dean...

as I live and breathe.

Gordon.

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

How-how you been?

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

Oh, oh, they're skippy, thanks.

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

- Is-is that so? - Sure.

You see, I've spent a lot of time

trapped in a cell,

bedding down among beasts,

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

but think of the ones on the outside

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

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

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

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

Oh, I know.

You've been in prison your whole life.

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

taught us how to kill a grown man

with just a sharpened pencil.

Can you believe it?

One swift thrust...

right below the Adam's apple,

and the subject bleeds out silently.

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

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

...in my delicious fantasies...

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

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

...decapitated by a lawn mower blade.

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

the thought of crushing you underfoot...

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

rocked me to sleep like a lullaby.

It helped keep me warm.

But then my reverie was disturbed.

I was visited, you see.

Vi-visited?

Mm, haunted, you might say,

by a creature...

...a fat bitch rat with buck teeth

and suckled teats that dotted her underbelly.

Night after night,

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

And deep in my heart,

I knew she was right.

For as long as I can remember,

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

to destroy every inch of it.

She brought me down to nothing, that bitch rat.

My spirit gave out completely.

And then a miracle happened.

In my darkest hour,

I heard her calling me.

I followed her voice

into the wall.

And do you know what I did in that moment,

face-to-face with that verminous cunt

that I'd been seeking for weeks?

I broke down, weeping like a baby.

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

They were tears of clarity,

tears of love.

I realized...

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

It's a part of me,

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

The weak and the strong,

the soldier and the coward--

one gives rise inexorably to the other

like a beautiful melody through the ages.

And wha-what happened to the rat?

I ate her.

You ate her?

First I ate her pups,

and then I ate her.

I ate them all.

Don't you see?

I ate them so that you could live.

I love you, John Dean.

I love you too, Gordon.

Jesus Christ.

Who the fuck put you two in the same room?

Let's go, pal.

Let's go.

Oh, he's so wild.

My sister went to his show in Philadelphia.

Seriously?

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

She said it was like he could see through her clothes

and liked it.

We should sneak away

and go see him in New Haven.

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

Are you kidding?

He's a degenerate drug addict

who makes a living singing about sex.

Wow, somebody sounds like Daddy.

Shut up.

Uh-oh, look who decided to show up.

Shit.

Oh, oh, oh!

Ooh!

What's wrong with her?

Hey, yeah.

Almost forgot the card.

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

Oh, there she is.

Marty? Whoo.

Oh!

Go away.

You brought a photographer?

No.

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

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

What's wrong with you?

Why are you even here?

You wanted me to come.

I didn't want you to come like this.

What?

Are you stoned?

You mind yourself.

You can barely even stand.

I hate you.

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

Oh, Dad. Oh, I see.

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

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

Just get in your car and go away.

I never wanna see you again.

Well, maybe I never wanna see you again.

Fine. I don't care.

I really don't.

Dad's right.

Everyone's right.

You are fucking crazy.

Oh, I didn't mean to do that.

Come here.

Marty, come here, baby.

Oh, come on.

I didn't mean it.

Marty. Oh.

She's so--

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

- Okay. - Come on.

Taking you to the car.

Okay. It's okay.

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

Look, one more step. One more step.

- Thank you. - There you go.

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

Watch your head.

- I don't feel-- - Scooch.

I don't feel good.

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

Okay?

How's she doing?

Um, she's a little out of it,

but she'll be all right.

Mm-hmm.

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

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

is still prescribing her diazepam.

They ought to be sued for malpractice.

They're not for nerves, Ms. McLendon,

and they were not prescribed by a psychiatrist.

Earlier today,

we heard the beginning of the preamble

of the Constitution of the United States.

Winnie, did you hear?

They got the bastard cornered.

But when that document...

Yeah, I heard.

That's great. Martha...

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

...I talked to your doctor.

Oh, isn't he cute?

If only Marty was ten years older.

Yeah, he says that he called your oncologist

in D.C.

Why didn't you tell me you were sick?

How do you work this boopy thing?

I wanna see my Mike Douglas.

Martha...

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

Probably 65% gin.

How long have you known?

Long enough.

Well, did you tell John?

I'll tell him when he calls me.

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

Still hasn't signed them yet.

Don't you worry about me, dear.

A president is impeachable

if he attempts to subvert the Constitution.

If the impeachment provision

in the Constitution of the United States

will not reach the offenses charged here,

then perhaps that 18th-century Constitution

should be abandoned

to a 20th-century paper shredder.

By a nearly unanimous

bipartisan vote, the House Judiciary Committee

has voted to adopt three articles of impeachment

against the president.

The other two articles of impeachment,

charging the president with illegal bombings in Cambodia

as well as tax fraud,

were rejected by the committee.

Big guy's going down.

Didn't even take a poisoned cigar or nothing.

Nixon? He's not going down.

You really think?

Yeah, you do not appoint a brain-dead corncob

like Jerry Ford your successor

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

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

then we should be next.

It was Mitchell set the whole thing in motion.

Well, Mitchell was just taking orders from Bob.

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

Wait a minute.

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

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

- Yeah. - Come on.

Look, I'll tell you this.

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

Right, John?

Look at that billboard.

What do you see?

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

You all seem to see some fucking demon Svengali

with swirly hypnotic eyes.

Most visible billboard on the fucking highway.

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

What did we get out of the deal?

Couple of rides on Air Force One.

Our name on White House stationery.

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

That old man up there isn't Nixon.

We are Nixon,

all of us.

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

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

- No fooling? - Really?

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

The-the seats swivel.

You get to see a movie.

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

You got a phone call.

Sometimes he let me walk his dog.

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

In national news,

John Dean will be released from prison today.

He is the first former member of the Nixon administration

to be a free man after serving only four months

in Fort Holabird.

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

Hi.

Wow.

Um...

all right, you know what?

I'm gonna make you a hot toddy.

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

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

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

Surreal.

Why me?

What was that?

Why me? Why--

why am I the one who gets out early?

I should be in prison right now.

Hey, we knew Sirica

was never gonna give you the full five years.

No, I'm not--

I'm not talking about my sentence.

We destroyed something about this country that was...

so special.

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

Maybe, but...

...how can you know that?

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

Beautiful marriage.

Why am I the one that escapes unscathed, huh?

Because, John...

...you are good-looking.

♪ There's a brighter side ♪

♪ To every dark... ♪

- Have a wonderful evening. - You as well.

Mitchell, party of two.

Right this way.

What are they all staring at?

Just keep walking, honey, chin up.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

That's my table.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Mitchell.

Your usual table's already been taken.

No, bullshit.

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

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

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

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

That's what I'd like.

Come on, honey.

Here's your scotch.

- Thank you much. - You bet.

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

You're welcome.

Have you heard from Mom?

Just the gossip.

They've got her up at the hospital now.

Well, you know your mother with her dramatics.

I'm sure she'll be fine.

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

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

How about you?

Probably not.

But I feel like maybe I should.

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

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

Still.

Let me tell you something

about people like your mother.

They mean well,

but they will always destroy their relationships

with the people that love them the most.

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

I mean, did you know while it was happening?

What in the world would give you that idea?

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

I mean, I was listening through the wall,

and I thought I heard one of the bodyguards

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

Um...

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

I called to check in on the two of you

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

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

What's that?

If you called to check on me and Mom,

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

Um, I took him at his word,

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

work.

All right.

Can we get some, uh, mayonnaise?

Sure.

And there was that dreadful Chantal girl, remember?

You talked to her at the reunion.

She had the crooked teeth and the ponytails.

Oh, yeah, vaguely.

Her mother was my best friend's sister,

and we used to get into her brother's car

and all go up to Little Rock.

I mean, it is amazing.

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

Well, I've always had a good memory.

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

Well, thank you for the teeth.

I can still remember the song

your daddy was singing the night we met.

♪ You're the Nile ♪

♪ You're the Tower of Pisa ♪

♪ You're the smile ♪

On the Mona Lisa ♪

♪ 'Cause if, baby I'm the bottom ♪

♪ You're the top ♪

You skipped to the end.

It's like having dessert before you have dinner.

It's like you're a child again.

Well, that's the best part.

Um, I promised Sharon that I'd call her

and let her know when I'd be home.

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

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

Bring me some water, please.

Of course.

...that the constitutional purpose

has been served

and there is no longer a need

for the process to be prolonged.

Bellevue Hospital.

How may I direct your call?

I would have preferred

to carry through to the finish

whatever the personal agony

it would have involved,

and my family unanimously urged me to do so.

But the interest of the nation must always come before

any personal considerations.

From the discussions I have had

with congressional and other leaders,

I have concluded...

Hey, ladies.

Hi.

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

Have you seen Martha?

Got her dinner here.

Jalissa, you seen Martha?

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

Thanks.

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

I have never been a quitter.

To leave office before my term is completed

is abhorrent to every instinct in my body.

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

Come quick. It's happening.

Therefore I shall resign the presidency,

effective at noon tomorrow.

Martha?

...will be sworn in as president

at that hour in this office.

I think you're my new friend.

Sweet little baby.

Mm.

- Uh, you got her dinner? - Yeah.

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

No.

Let's just give her a minute.

♪ I see the signs ♪

♪ Of a lifetime ♪

♪ You till I die ♪

♪ And I'm swiftly ♪

♪ Out ♪

♪ Irish goodbye ♪

♪ What if it's ♪

♪ Not meant for me ♪

♪ Love... ♪

Richard Nixon and his loved ones

have suffered enough

and will continue to suffer

no matter what I do,

no matter what we,

as a great and good nation, can do together.

Now, therefore, I Gerald R. Ford,

president of the United States,

have granted a full, free,

and absolute pardon

unto Richard Nixon for all offenses.

♪ That gossip's Eye will look too soon ♪

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

Please rise, folks.

♪ You tell me To get over it ♪

♪ And to take you out ♪

♪ But I can't I'm too scared... ♪

Don't climb on there.

♪ I have to go ♪

♪ And the doors are closing ♪

♪ And you were waving And I like you ♪

♪ And I'll never let it show ♪

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

♪ I work better on my own ♪

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

♪ And I ask myself ♪

♪ What if it's ♪

♪ Not meant for me ♪

Oh, yeah.

♪ Love ♪

Oh, yeah.

♪ What if it's ♪

♪ Not meant for me ♪

♪ Love... ♪

We give thanks to you for Martha Mitchell,

recalling all the goodness

that has passed from her life

into the lives of others.

We give thanks for her zest for life...

♪ I think that that's a sign ♪

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

Look, John.

This is rough.

Wow.

♪ But you do, you really do ♪

♪ You've turned me Upside down ♪

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

♪ 'Cause I like Having you around ♪

♪ I'm electric A romantic cliché ♪

♪ Yeah, they really are All true ♪

♪ When we catch eyes At that stupid party ♪

♪ I know exactly what to do ♪

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

♪ French exits From me and you ♪

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

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

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ Were meant to be ♪

♪ In love ♪

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ Were meant to be ♪

♪ In love ♪

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ I see ♪

♪ The signs ♪

♪ Of a lifetime ♪

♪ You till I die ♪