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ST. JOHN HUNT:
♪ MacArthur's Park ♪

♪ Is melting in the dark ♪

♪ All the sweet
Green icing flowing down ♪

You and I need to talk...

before the trial.

Not now.

ST. JOHN: ♪ Because it took
So long to bake it ♪

♪ And I'll never have
That recipe again ♪

♪ I recall the yellow
Cotton dress ♪

♪ Foaming like a wave ♪

♪ On the ground
Around her knees ♪

- ♪ The birds... ♪
- There are a couple of things

that we need to sort out
about Watergate, pronto.

- Like the book.
- Not now. Later.

♪ Is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing ♪

♪ Flowing down ♪

- (SOBS)
- LISA HUNT: Sit down.

Go sit down. It's okay.

- ♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- Later, when?

PRIEST: Bless this gravestone
with which we mark

the resting place
of Dorothy Wetzel Hunt.

Amen.

(BOTH SOB)

My condolences.

♪ ("WHITE HOUSE PLUMBERS"
THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

CHAPMAN: We're so sorry for you
and the family.

MOURNER:
Everyone really loved Dorothy.

- Tough break, Howard.
- Thank you.

- (RAIN PATTERING)
- Thank you.

WILLIAM F. BUCKLEY JR.:
Howard. Dear Kevan.

My profound and fathomless condolences.

Howard, Dorothy
was a classy lady.

Thank you, Doctor.

- (DR. MANUEL ARTIME
SPEAKING SPANISH)
- (IN ENGLISH) Bill.

She's in a better place.

E. HOWARD HUNT:
Thank you for coming.

Who was that with Mr. Buckley?

Dr. Artime. Uh...

If Kennedy had done
his goddamn job,

he'd be president
of Cuba, right now.

I'm so sorry dear.

(SIGHS)

Your father is having
a rough time right now.

Because of your mother.

She bought me my first guitar.

G. GORDON LIDDY: Hmm.

I was so scared to play it
for him. (WHIMPERS)

Fear is a powerful tool.

When I was young...

I was afraid of everything.
Rats in particular.

But one day when I was ten...

I cornered the biggest rat
that I could find.

And I killed it.

Then cooked it.

And I ate it.

And after that, rats
did not bother me anymore.

Face your fears, son.

Has your father mentioned
any new books

that he's been writing?

- (DRINK POURING)
- What?

Howard.

- Fran.
- FRAN LIDDY: How are the kids?

Do you need an extra hand?
I can come by?

I'm flying up the woman
who lived with us in Uruguay

- to help with David.
- It must be so overwhelming.

Never in my worst nightmares...

would I have imagined
my own country turning on me.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

- I might go to jail.
- Yes.

It is awful. Just awful.

But I meant David.

Oh, right. The boy, uh,
of course. What...

Uh, David will be looked after.

When I was pregnant
with our fourth,

Gordon came home
and found me standing

in the doorway banging my head
against the door frame.

I was dog tired.

I didn't think I'd survive,
but here I am.

You'll find a way.
Just take care of the children.

Suppose if I was married
to Gordon,

I would bang my head
against the door

from time to time.

- (DOORBELL RINGING)
- (BOTH LAUGH)

- I needed a laugh.
- (FRAN LAUGHS)

- (DOORBELL RINGING)
- Excuse me.

Are you deaf? Answer
the goddamn door!

- (DOORBELL RINGING)
- Excuse him.

HOWARD: I'm coming!

- Your father is--
- An asshole.

He's scared.

Fear is a powerful tool.

Are you afraid of rats?

- Jim.
- JAMES W. MCCORD: Howard.

Oh, I'm sorry for the intrusion
but I came to pay

my condolences.

The wife made you
a little something.

I figured nobody's doing
any cooking around here.

- Tuna.
- Hmm.

Well, thanks, Jim.

You know,
that Dorothy's a fine woman.

- She was.
- Yeah.

Did you see that Nixon named

a new undersecretary
of transportation?

One of his boys, uh,
Egil Krogh?

- Bud Krogh?
- Oh, yeah.

I hadn't heard that.

You see, it turns out
now this Krogh fella

has oversight over all FAA
and NTSB investigations,

uh, including plane crashes.

Funny, huh?

I-- I-- I'm sure,
it's a coincidence.

MCCORD: Of course.

It's just a coincidence.

All right, Howard, I'll see you
at the courthouse.

- Thanks, Jim.
- Oh, not for nothing,

but could you return that empty
casserole dish?

Uh, it is my wife's favorite.

- You bet, Jim.
- Well, thank you, Howard.

- ♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DR. ARTIME SPEAKING SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Hello, David.

Hey.

DR. ARTIME: David?

Do you know what a godfather
does?

No.

If anything should happen
to your father,

I will be your father.

Okay?

DAVID HUNT: Lisa!

LIDDY: Finally!

You think it's safe to talk?

Unless those birds
are federal agents,

I'd say it's safe.

Did you know that Dorothy
took out

a two-hundred-thousand-dollar
life insurance policy

right before she stepped
on that plane?

- Yeah.
- Given the...

influx of insurance money,

I'm hoping you have...

considered not doing
some of the things

that you were...

- you know, considering doing.
- For Christ's sake, Gordon,

I'm not writing
the fucking book!

- Is that why you came?
- No! No.

Her plane got rerouted
at the last minute

they turned off
the runway lights.

The FBI beat the firemen there.

They beat them there, Gordon.
Dozens of agents!

- (SHUSHES) Calm down.
- Yeah, but don't you see?

The firemen always
get there first.

And then they call the NTSB.

And if and only if the NTSB
finds anything suspicious

do they call the FBI.

So, how the hell
did the FBI get there first?

So, you think that the FBI
took down

an entire United Airlines 737
just to shut you up

about Watergate?

Not just Watergate, Gordon.

- I said some things.
- Why not just kill you, hmm?

Hell, thought's occurred
to me several times.

Did Dot sense something
or did she see someone?

Why the hell did she take out
the insurance?

- Howard, take a deep breath.
- (BREATHES DEEPLY)

You're my friend.
And you have to stay strong.

We need to leave this meeting
on the same page.

¿Comprende?

(IN ENGLISH)
This isn't a meeting, Gordon,

It's a funeral.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

- All packed up for the morning?
- You know, I don't have to go.

Sweetie, I think your mother
would want at least

- one of her kids to graduate.
- (CHUCKLES)

- You okay, Papa?
- There's something...

of your mother's I have.

Her camel hair coat?

No. That...

she was wearing on the plane.

Never mind.

Good night.

What is that?

Nothing.

Well, if it belonged to Mama,
I want it.

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

What is it?

I can't tell you.

I will simply say this.
What's inside this envelope

could be dangerous
to what's left of this family.

I don't understand.

Then destroy it.

I need to be able to say
under oath that I didn't.

Do you want me to destroy it?

I can't tell you
to do that either.

You're the only one
I can trust.

Only you, pumpkin.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Papa.

♪ (MUSIC TURNS SINISTER,
FADES) ♪

- (INTERCOM BEEPS)
- SECRETARY: Mr. Dean?

Someone claiming to be
George McGovern is on the phone.

Put him through.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Gordon.

I have serious concerns
about Hunt's stability.

I don't know how long
he can take the pressure

without cracking.
What can I bring him

to tide him over, calm him down?

Just tell I'm taking care of it.

The-- the Plumbers will get
living expenses

of 30,000 per annum,
plus legal fees.

And, uh...

you'll do time, but at Danbury.

Not bad. How long?

Uh, you'll get
a presidential pardon within

- two years.
- LIDDY: Right.

Just so we're clear...

I am a soldier.

And I can keep my mouth shut
no matter what.

But I'm not sure two years
is gonna cut it for Hunt.

JOHN DEAN: I don't know
what you expect me to do.

There are limits
to what is possible,

given the circumstances.

Understood.

Should, um... (CLICKS TONGUE)

...prophylactic action
need to be taken?

Wh-- what are you talking about?

To ensure
his enduring silence.

I am prepared to use any
and all means and methods

at my disposal.

Think about it.

- I will wait for a signal.
- What?

Is that the signal?

DEAN: Do not break
another goddamn law.

Not a parking ticket.
No jaywalking. Understood?

See if you can do better
than two years.

Remember, you're in deeper shit
than we are.

We just planted a few bugs.
All that money you gave us?

That is some
big-time obstruction

for the White House.
That is a federal--

Hello?

I'm heading over
to the West Wing.

Tell them I need five minutes
with the president.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Fucking little prick!

RICHARD NIXON:
Under my direction, uh,

counsel to the president,
Mr. Dean,

has conducted
a complete investigation

of all leads
which might involve any

or anybody in the government.

And I can say categorically
that his investigation

indicates that no one
in the White House staff,

no one in this administration,
presently employed,

uh, was involved
in this very bizarre incident.

The trial
of those formally charged

with breaking into
Democratic Party headquarters

is about to start.
Daniel Schorr reports.

DANIEL SCHORR:
From the Watergate building

two miles away
to this federal courthouse

has stretched a six-month road, detouring

through sensational
newspaper reports

and the presidential
election campaign.

So this could be a trial
of just seven men

or it could develop
into a political sensation.

It promises at any rate
to be the greatest drama

of politics on trial
that this courthouse

has ever seen.

- REPORTER 1: Is that Liddy?
- REPORTER 2: Yeah, it is.

- Gordon! Gordon! Gordon.
- (REPORTERS CLAMORING)

LAWYER: Hey, folks.
Come on, back up!

Give us some space!
Yeah, yeah. Give him some space.

Hey, we've got a--
we've got a hearing

in five minutes, okay?

LIDDY: Hello!
Top of the morning!

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- LIDDY: Hello!

Are you sure you don't want me
to be there?

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm going to act like a jackass,
piss off the prosecution,

force a few errors,
take the whole thing to appeals

and get it all thrown out.

Seeing you in the gallery,

I might be forced
to remember my manners.

(FRAN SCOFFS)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)

- Good Morning, gentlemen!
- REPORTER 2: Morning, Gordon.

Good morning!

Gordon, could you give us
a statement?

Yes, I could.

Come in, please. Get this down.

My statement

is that I have nothing
whatsoever to state.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (LAUGHS)

REPORTER 3: Mr. Hunt. Howard!
Howard! Mr. Hunt.

Howard,
how are you gonna plead?

REPORTER 4: Mr. Hunt,
did the White House know?

My client is a patriot
and a veteran

who served his country
in wartime!

He is here to be judged
by a jury of his peers.

(REPORTERS CLAMOR)

JUDGE JOHN SIRICA: We are back
on the record

in the matter of criminal case
number 1827-72.

The United States of America

versus George Gordon Liddy
et al.

Mr. Silbert, are you prepared
with your opening statement?

Yes, I am, Your Honor.

This jury is gonna wanna know
the purpose.

What did these men go
into the headquarters for?

Was their sole purpose
political espionage?

Were they paid?

Were there financial gains?

Who started it?

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Who hired them?
If anyone hired them?

A whole lot is gonna come out
in this case.

Is he the, uh, judge
or the prosecutor?

More like the executioner.

EARL SILBERT: Your Honor,

ladies and gentlemen
of the jury...

the men you see before you
are criminals, to be sure.

The operation was directed
against the Democratic Party,

specifically
Senator George McGovern,

because of his alleged
left-wing views.

Certainly the facts
will suggest to you,

based on the information
we produce before you...

there was
a financial motive here.

JUDGE SIRICA: (QUIETLY) Oh, God.

Thank you, Mr. Silbert.

(GAVEL THUDDING)

HOWARD:
What was all that nonsense

about financial motives?

- We did not rob a bank.
- No, we did not.

HOWARD: Why do they think
it's about money?

The FBI has everything
in my safe,

all my notes on GEMSTONE, Fielding.

Mitchell, Dean, Krogh,

- that shit heel Magruder--
- Nixon?

(SHUSHES) The point is,

the prosecutors should know
why we did what we did.

Well, sometimes
I find it confusing.

- And we did it!
- HOWARD:
I don't get their strategy!

BERNARD "MACHO" BARKER: Hmm.

Gentlemen, join us!

LIDDY: It's a far cry
from the Cosmos Club,

- isn't it, Howard?
- HOWARD: Indeed.

I'm starving.

Uh, sorry. Are we keeping you?

I have a meeting
with Silbert.

You're talking
to the prosecutors?

It's a discovery meeting.
With Bittman.

To see the evidence

- from my safe.
- Okay.

- Any of you talk to McCord?
- I'd like to discuss

a little piece of tape

- with that son of a--
- MCCORD: Hey there, fellas.

- MACHO: Hola.
- Jim.

Hey, mind if I squeeze in?

Just...

Sorry, can I borrow the...

(ROLANDO "MUSCULITO" MARTINEZ
SPEAKING SPANISH)

- (IN ENGLISH) Yeah,
if I could get in there.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- By all means.
- Now, what's--

what's the word on clemency?

I have been in contact
with Dean.

- Oh, really.
- Yeah.

We all plead not guilty.

-¿No culpable?
- Oh, yeah. That's a great plan.

Unlike you two
sideline Sallies,

we were arrested inside the DNC.

- Uh-huh.
- Right?

- VIRGILIO "VILLO" GONZÁLEZ: Sí.
- Gracias, McCord.

MCCORD: Hey, now!

I did not know the guard
was gonna take off the tape.

- It was cheap tape, Macho!
- Cheap fucking tape, Jim?

- You stuck it on, it fell off.
- (OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

LIDDY: (SHUSHES) Hey!

They are trying to break us.

- And we have to stick together.
- Agreed.

Dean has it all under control.
The payouts are the real crime,

but all the payments
were made in cash,

so, therefore,
it is untraceable. Right?

- Yeah.
- HOWARD: Right.

So ergo, if we do not cooperate

and everybody keeps
their mouths shut,

the prosecution's case shrivels...

and blows away

like dandelion seeds
in the wind.

- (BLOWS)
- Very poetic, Gordon.

Oh! Give Silbert
a message from me.

I'm not going to tell him
to go fuck himself.

So, why don't you go
fuck yourself?

- (ALL CHUCKLE)
- LIDDY: You're taking
all the fun out of it, Howard.

Hunt. Hey.

I've been meaning
to ask you.

- How's the family?
- Why, thanks, Frank. Uh...

They...

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

...they're strong kids.

Well, just remember this.

If it wasn't an accident,

then Dorothy's plane
had nothing to do

with our little trip
to Dallas all those years ago.

You understand me?

I think so.

You do what you gotta do...

but let's not go
rewriting history, huh, okay?

Frank, uh...

I wish I could.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

These were taken
on a camera loaned to you

by the Central
Intelligence Agency.

Apparently, you left the film
in when you returned it.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(HOWARD CLEARS THROAT)

What does any of this
have to do with Watergate?

Well, that is what
we would like to know.

Where are the contents
of Mr. Hunt's White House safe?

- That's it?
- Mm-hmm.

HOWARD: Are you sure
this is everything?

This is the entirety of...

what was taken from my safe,
Room 16?

- That's correct.
- No other notebooks?

- Folders?
- This is everything

that was turned over
to the FBI by John Dean.

Is there anything
you'd like to tell us?

HOWARD: Christ!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

- It's gone!
- What-- what's gone?

The GEMSTONE files,
Fielding notes, all gone!

Without those files,
we're fucked!

That's why they're leaning
on us. The-- The White House!

They don't have anything
on the White House.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

- ♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- HOWARD: This is bad.

Liddy and I are going to take
the fall for everything.

Oh, God!

It was Dean!

H-- his name is all over
the GEMSTONE notes,

- along with Mitchell--
- Don't say another word.

Jesus. I may need to get
a lawyer.

If the FBI is in on it...

what the hell
am I supposed to do now?

I don't know.

You don't have a choice.
You need to make a deal.

JUDGE SIRICA: Mr. Hunt,
I will ask you once more,

were you and the rest
acting on your own

or were you directed
in your actions by others?

Your rectitude and cooperation
are ready to be acknowledged

by the prosecution.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Mr. Liddy and I...

acted on our own...

in what we thought
were the best interests...

- of the country.
- If you say so.

Mr. Liddy,
this is your last chance

to say something.

Oh! Uh, apologies, Your Honor.
I must have dozed off.

- (ALL LAUGH)
- JUDGE SIRICA: Silence!

- (GAVEL THUDDING)
- JUDGE SIRICA: Silence!

Mr. Liddy!

- Order in my court!
- ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

The Watergate bugging trial
continued in Washington today.

NEWSCASTER: Week two
of the Watergate trial

began with yet another
disruption by G. Gordon Liddy.

All seven defendants
will be back

in court a week from today.

Both sides rested today
in the Watergate bugging trial,

and the case will go
to the jury tomorrow.

There no longer appears to be
any issue about what happened,

the bugging at the Watergate,
the infiltration of Muskie

and McGovern headquarters,
only about why it happened.

Daniel Schorr, CBS News,

at the federal courthouse
in Washington.

Papa.

Um. The bank just called again.

Can you not stay off
the phone, please?

Yeah.

Oh, I can do it.

Here.

(HOWARD CLEARS THROAT)

What do you think
is gonna happen today?

With any luck, probation.

At the worst, a little...

jail time.

Jail time?

Good day, sunshine.

I need a couple of blues.
(SIGHS)

Could you save
some of those for me?

LISA: Saint, are you okay?

♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Saint?

Papa?

Can't you just tell the truth?

Please.

(CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What's this?

Your wife's casserole dish.

- Oh, thank you. Hey, Howard--
- BAILIFF: All rise.

The court is now in session.

The Honorable
John Sirica presiding.

Let's get it over with.

JUDGE SIRICA: The court is ready
to hear the Jury's verdict.

But before I do that,

I have a written statement
from Mr. McCord,

which I will read.

"There was political pressure
applied to the defendants

to remain silent."

Coño su madre.

JUDGE SIRICA: (IN ENGLISH)
"Perjury occurred

during the trial.
Others involved

in the Watergate operation
were not identified

during the trial,
when they could have been

by those testifying.

The Watergate operation
was not a CIA operation.

The Cubans may have been misled
by others into believing

that it was a CIA operation.

I know for a fact
that it was not.

I would appreciate
the opportunity

to talk with you privately
in chambers."

(SCOFFS)

Mr. McCord, I'll see you
directly afterward.

Will the rest of the defendants
please rise?

Fucking piece of tape.

JUDGE SIRICA: Ladies
and gentlemen of the Jury.

- Have you reached a verdict?
- JUROR: We have, your honor.

In the case of the United States
versus George Gordon Liddy,

et al, we find the defendants guilty.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- ♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Gentlemen, you will be sentenced

to the maximum allowable
under the law.

For the men from Miami...

a provisional 40 years.

For Mr. Liddy, 25 years.

For Howard Hunt...

a provisional 35 years.

(GAVEL THUDDING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

The judge
in the Watergate burglary

and eavesdropping trials
said today he is not satisfied.

The whole story came out
in the court room.

NEWSCASTER: Sirica expressed
hope that the upcoming

Senate investigation would get
to the bottom of the case.

The Senate's special Watergate
investigating committee

held its first formal meeting
today amid reports

that James McCord
has implicated men

close to the president himself.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Eel skin wallet.
Twenty-three dollars in cash.

One class ring.
Fordham University.

GUARD: Lift your stick.

This reminds me
of my frat days at Brown.

GUARD: Shut the fuck up!

- Lift your stick.
- Oh!

GUARD: Now, turn and spread 'em.

LIDDY: Clearly, you fellas take
your job

of looking up people's asses
very seriously.

GUARD: I said spread 'em.

Drink it in, ladies!
(LAUGHS MANICALLY)

INMATE 1: Hey, Watergate.

(INMATES CLAMOR, CHEER)

- INMATE 2: You looking good!
- INMATE 1: Watergate!

GUARD: Hey. Chow's at seven.
Don't be late.

(INMATES CONTINUE CLAMORING)

- Welcome to Camp Shithole.
- Bienvenido.

- HOWARD: Ah, aceres.
- Boss.

- HOWARD: How is it?
- We've been in worse.

Fellas, I'm dreadfully sorry.

(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)

MUSCULITO: (IN ENGLISH)
We saved you a top bunk.

Uh-huh. No cockroaches.

(ALL LAUGH)

At least, they put us
all together.

I guess we just shit the bed
so bad with those break-ins,

they probably thought,
"There's no way

- these guys can break out."
- (ALL LAUGH)

Easy! Get off of me!

- Got my comb back.
- FRANK STURGIS: Your boy.

Word to the wise.

Hide everything of value.

These people are criminals
in here.

HOWARD: Gordon.

A ten-cent comb
in your hair barely moves.

LIDDY: I had no choice, amigo.

Can't let these cons think
you're a candy ass! No sir!

Otherwise, you're gonna be
in the covered wagon

- before nightfall.
- Covered wagon?

They drape a sheet
over the bunk beds,

then they smash out your teeth
and they take turns

climbing into the wagon
and sodomizing your mouth.

Yeah. Broken teeth
simulate a vagina.

And, or, a rectum.

Why would you
have to simulate a rectum?

LIDDY: Yeah. Well,
I don't make the rules.

(HOWARD GROANS)

- You look like shit.
- It's my ulcer.

Well, you're gonna have
to start taking better care

of yourself.

(GRUNTS)

MUSCULITO: Son of a bitch!

McCord is-- is a free man,
right now. Giving interviews.

That crackpot can't do
any real damage, can he?

Negative.

(GRUNTS)

He had no contact
with the White House.

So the only person
he can give up...

is me.

- (GRUNTS)
- In John Dean, we trust.

Mr. Mitchell had approved,

according to Liddy.
Do you have personal knowledge

of Mr. Dean's, uh,
participation, or this--

was this also according
to Mr. Liddy?

Mr. Dean's participation
came to me through two sources.

One was Mr. Liddy...

See? The buck stops with me.

One was Mr. Hunt.
E. Howard Hunt.

Apparently, the buck stops
with me, too.

McCord just tossed Dean
under the microscope.

So, how is that fair-haired fuck
supposed to protect us now?

SENATOR BAKER: And now
Mr. McCord.

Did you-- did you engage

in any other break-ins
or wire taps on your own

or with-- with Mr. Hunt,
uh, Mr. Liddy

or others such as
the break-in,

uh, in Mr. Ellsberg's
psychiatrist office.

MCCORD: I did not.

Did you receive any money?

Yes, I did.

I received 3,000 dollars
a month,

which the others
received as well.

- (DOORBELL RINGS)
- David, could you get the door!

SAM DASH: And from whom
did you receive that money?

The wife of E. Howard Hunt,
Mrs. Hunt.

Holy shit.

Did you have any knowledge, information,

or belief as to from where
this money came from?

I was told it came

from the Committee
to Re-Elect the President

by Mrs. Hunt.

DAVID: Lisa! Saint! Help!

David? David!
What the fuck! Where is he?

- ST. JOHN: David!
- BUCKLEY: Don't be afraid.

- I'm a dear friend
of your father and you've--
- Mr. Buckley!

Mr. Buckley, what are you doing?
Let go of him!

My dear Lisa.
Your father wishes that David

sojourn with his godfather,
Dr. Artime,

in Miami during
his incarceration.

What? Miami?

And as your godfather,
I am here

to smooth the transition
to the good doctor.

DR. ARTIME: David!

I have a toy for you!

What are you talking about?
You can't just

take him away from us.

David's not going anywhere!
This is our house.

Not anymore. Your father sold
the house.

- (DAVID SCREAMS)
- Let go of him.
Let go of him. Stop!

- Lisa!
- LISA: David!

- DAVID: Help me!
- ♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

- Lisa! Lisa!
- DR. ARTIME: ¡Muchacho!

You ready
for your big adventure?

Liddy and Hunt are convicted
Watergate conspirators

and have been identified
as the men who burglarized

the office of Daniel Ellsberg's
psychiatrist

as part of an investigation
ordered by President Nixon.

Meanwhile the Federal Court
took possession of files

that former presidential
counsel John Dean,

removed from the White House.

Again today as he has so often
in the past,

the president sought to blame
John Dean

for the White House part,
if any,

in the Watergate cover-up.

News secretary Ronald Ziegler
was sent out to emphasize

that among
top White House aides,

Dean and Dean alone
had the responsibility

for what was supposed
to have been

Mr. Nixon's
own personal investigation.

(HOWARD COUGHS)

LISA: How could you
let them take David?

He was hysterical!

HOWARD: Now, hold on. He'll be
well taken care of. He's safe.

(COUGHS, CLEARS THROAT)

I have some really good news
for all of us.

My editor says that there is
considerable interest

in me writing
under my own name now.

How is that good news?

A rising tide lifts all Hunts.

That is a giant bullshit lie, man.

No. One thing I will never,
ever do

is lie to my children again.

ST. JOHN: I'm out of here.

You think you're some super spy?

You're not.

You're just a patsy
doing somebody else's jail time.

- Good luck with the novel, Papa.
- HOWARD: Saint! St. John!

Saint! Come back here!

What does he want from me?

Did it ever occur to you
that maybe you were wrong?

Hmm?

That the Democrats
weren't in cahoots

with the Russians or Castro?

That you,
you were the only ones

- breaking the law?
- If you believe that,

then your mother died
for nothing!

They killed Mama!
Don't you get it?

- People are writing about it.
- So then we're all in danger!

And you want me
to go spouting off

about the president?
You want them to kill you?

David? All of us?

Anyway, your mother's death,
God rest her soul,

was a tragic accident.

She was a patriot...

- like me.
- LISA: Yeah, well,

while you're in here
saluting your precious flag...

John Dean is talking
to the prosecutors.

What?

Guess he wanted
to stay out of prison.

Then again...

his wife is still alive.

(COUGHS)

Lisa. (COUGHS) Lisa!

LIDDY: I'll take a look
at your appeal.

Okay. Just, uh--

Thank you. Just don't forget
about the kosher meal.

Oh, I will petition
the warden posthaste.

- Thank you.
- Gordon.

How was the visit
with the family?

Dean made a deal.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

LIDDY: Scheisse!

Where's the Cubans?

Uh, Danbury. Transferred.
Sturgis, too.

Left this morning
while you were gone.

I didn't get to say goodbye.

No. No!

It's just you and me, amigo.

Yeah. Just us.

Vladimir and Estragon.

Are those Russkies?

Sure.

I told the President
that I had gone

to the prosecutors.
And that I did not believe

that this was an act
of disloyalty,

but rather in the end
it would be an act of loyalty.

I told Haldeman

about the meeting
in Mitchell's office.

The President,
almost from the outset

began asking me a number

- of leading questions...
- INMATE: Look at that

fine, blonde piece of ass
Dean is fucking.

- (LIDDY SHUSHES)
- GUARD: Hey! Keep it down.

We're trying to watch.

If Dean winds up in here
with us,

I was introduced
to a con in cell block D

who can silence him
for two cartons of Pall Malls.

Do you want to be in here
for your whole life?

They couldn't trace it to me.

First thing I would do

is I would punch a guard
directly in the face.

Second, get transferred
to solitary confinement...

ipso facto,

they could never trace
the hit to me

nor say I had done it.

And now you've just made me
an ipso fucking facto accessory

to murder.

Which made me think
that the conversation

was being taped.

And that a record was being made
to protect himself.

- (ALL CLAMOR)
- Nixon taped himself?

- There's tapes!
- (SHUSHES)

These pardons
are not forthcoming!

That dumb Quaker hired us
to bug the DNC,

meanwhile he was taping himself!

- This is all going to blow over.
- Oh, when, Gordon? How?

- Dean sold us out!
- (SHUSHES)

We are going to die in here!
We are never getting out!

We're never...
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

- (THUD)
- (INMATE GRUNTS)

Howard?

- INMATE: Oh, shit!
- That motherfucker's dead.

Not on my watch.

- ♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- (BREATHES DEEPLY) Come on!

(GRUNTS)

One side, gentlemen.

Medic!

I do not know where
that press account came from.

The president did not come out
of his chair.

- I have never seen...
- KEVAN HUNT: Papa.

...the President come out
of his chair...

- KEVAN: Papa.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)

HOWARD: Hi, Kevan.

What are you doing here?

You had a stroke.

Stroke?

(GROANS)
I'm so glad you came.

I...

truly-- I'm sorry for all
I put you through.

Not sorry enough.

♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

HOWARD: Oh, no...

No, no, no...

When Mr. McCord started talking
about Mama and the money

I kind of guessed what might be
in here.

Please tell me
you did not read that.

KEVAN: It's fascinating stuff.

I mean, payoffs, names,
dollar amounts,

right down to the cent.

And you involved Mama,
St. John...

and me?

It's a wonder
you didn't have David

making money drops
with his lunch box!

HOWARD: Listen to me.

It-- it's-- it's for
the best interests

of our country.

What about the best interests
of your family?

- You mother wanted to help--
- Don't talk about Mama!

Either you come clean
and you tell

the Senate committee the truth

that you were taking orders
from the White House,

or I will turn this over
to the prosecutors.

- ♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- Honey, please.

Listen to me. I will fix this.

Kevan!

Kevan!

Kevan.

I had no prior knowledge
of the Watergate break-in,

I neither took part in
nor knew about any

of the subsequent cover-up
activities,

I neither authorized
nor encouraged subordinates

to engage in illegal
or improper campaign tactics.

That was and that is
the simple truth.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

REPORTER 1: Gordon!
How does it feel

to be out of prison for the day
to testify?

All this just for me, eh?
(CHUCKLES)

Haven't you heard?
I'm not saying anything.

REPORTER 2: Gordon!
How do you feel

about the president
calling you a clown?

Enjoy the circus, boys! (LAUGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS)

It's about the only
private space we have.

That's fine. Nope.

- Uh. Could, uh...
- (DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

Gordon.

John.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, look, uh, like you...

I was prepared to do
whatever it took

to protect the president.

- (SCOFFS)
- Until, well...

the president called me up
to Camp David,

and he tried to get me
to write a whole report,

and then he started asking me
these questions...

and I suddenly realized
the son of a bitch...

is recording everything.

He was trying to get me
to implicate myself on tape.

(CHUCKLES)

I mean, can you imagine?

And at that moment it was like,
uh... (CLICKS TONGUE)

...it was like waking
from a fever dream, Gordon.

I-- I mean, here I was a--
a-- a wild-eyed fanatic,

a true believer,
and the goddamned President...

the almighty leader
of the conservative cause,

he couldn't care less about it
or me or you or-- or the--

or the law or his country
or his staff or anything

other than covering his own ass.

And there's something
that you need to know.

If throwing me to the wolves
was his last resort

you wanna know
what his first instinct was?

The very first guy
that he thought

to pin this whole thing on?
Give it a guess.

Go on, guess.

That's right.

It was you, Gordon.

He thought that you were
so blindly loyal,

such a complete and utter sap, moron,

a stooge that you would proudly
take the heat for everyone

- like a good, obedient little--
- Mr. Dean?

They're ready for you.

See you around, Gordon.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Nice glasses, John.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

LIDDY: Uh, welcome back
to the land of the living.

I borrowed your book.

Buckley served under me
in Mexico City.

Aren't you not supposed
to tell me that?

Some spook you are.

I just heard Ehrlichman
and Haldeman

are going to do time
for perjury.

And Bud Krogh

actually turned down
a plea deal.

Goddamn boy scout.

Krogh is a decent fellow...

unlike that pantywaist Dean.

I swear to God, one more word
out of his mouth,

I would have embedded my pencil
in his brain.

I don't doubt it.

Oh, I've taken the liberty

of writing up a brief diet
and exercise regimen for you.

We need to talk.

LIDDY: All right. (GRUNTS)

¿Qué pasa?

Colson just told
Time magazine...

he thinks
the CIA killed Dorothy.

That's bullshit.

I know who really killed her.

I did.

- LIDDY: Hmm.
- Every choice I made,

every word I said,
put her on that plane.

And I've got to live
with that every minute...

for the rest of my life.

Hey. Dorothy made
her own choices.

We all did.

I lost...

everything.

So, what the hell
am I doing here?

Who the hell are--
are we still protecting

while someone else
is raising my son?

We are protecting...

our country, our way of life...

and ourselves.

We are protecting...

our honor.

Well, amigo, if you, me,
and Bud Krogh

are the last honorable men
in DC...

then you've got to take
a real hard look

at what honor's worth
these days.

I'm going to cooperate...

with the prosecution.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Well, that is a...

decision
that you would regret...

for the rest of your life.

Gordon...

all I have left...

is regret.

Whether I'm in here or not.

So that's it.

After all we've been through...

after all we've done...

you're just gonna leave me
on the beach?

Cuidado, muchacho.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Let's get something straight, amigo.

The only reason

that we are in here
is because of you.

Watergate break-in,
that was chicken shit!

The hush money!

That was the problem!

All because you needed
to maintain some...

fancy phony-baloney lifestyle!
Four clubs?

Who belongs
to four goddamn clubs?

Oh, just shut the hell up.

Stop this insane play-acting
and go home to your family.

I mean, hell.

They dropped all charges

against Dan Ellsberg
because of us.

That pinko,
that traitorous leaker

of state secrets, is a free man.
And we freed him.

You wanted to fight a war?

We just did. And we utterly
and irrevocably lost!

(CLICKS TONGUE)

That is a matter of opinion.
And I would--

You are not some elite
Nazi stormtrooper, Gordon.

You're just a failed FBI agent,
a failed politician,

and a failed spy.

Do you know why Watergate
went sideways?

Because you're so full of shit, Gordon,

that it is dripping out
of your ears.

You...

have no idea
what I am capable of.

I'd hand you the pencil myself,

but we're not allowed
to have them.

GUARD: Let's go, chow time!
Line up!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

GUARD: I said line up! Let's go!

Walk!

- (LIDDY GRUNTS)
- (GROANS)

GUARD 1: Move! Move!

- Two cartons of Pall Malls.
- GUARD 2: Ow!

- He broke my fucking nose!
- (LIDDY GRUNTING)

GUARD 2: Take that motherfucker
to solitary!

(LIDDY GRUNTS)

♪ My country, ‘tis of thee ♪

♪ Sweet land of liberty ♪

♪ Of thee I sing... ♪

WILLIAM O. BITTMAN: You ready?

Yes.

(DOOR OPENS)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

SENATOR ERVIN:
Do you swear that the evidence

that you shall give
to the Senate Select Committee

on Presidential Campaign
Activities shall be the truth,

the whole truth
and nothing but the truth,

so help you God?

I do.

DASH: Uh, Mr. Hunt,
do you have a statement

which you wish to read
to the committee?

I do.

DASH: Could you read it please?

Mr. Chairman,
members of the committee.

My name is E. Howard Hunt.

I am here today
to answer questions bearing

on your current investigation.

DASH: Mr. Hunt, I think
it would be better

if you took the microphone
and brought it closer

or more directly closer
to your mouth.

I will describe my relationship
to the Watergate entry,

and the events
which have befallen me

since that day.

I...

was born in 1918 in Hamburg,
New York.

My father was a lawyer
and judge.

My mother was a pianist.

Two months ago,
E. Howard Hunt's testimony

would have been fascinating.

But at this point in time,
it seems

to have been overshadowed
by other events.

The indictment
of John Ehrlichman and others

in the Ellsberg break-in case,
the continuing battle

over those White House tapes,
and of course

a separate scandal involving
Vice President Spiro Agnew.

I would like
to reiterate that...

while I was engaged
in the activities

about which you
have been questioning me.

I believe that my actions
were taken with the...

knowledge and approval...

and under the direction
of high officials

of the government and...

accordingly...

that I was engaged
in lawful acts.

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

In conclusion...

as I have said, I regret
my participation...

but I do not think...

that it justifies
my conviction...

or the...

punishment

that has been imposed on me.

Thank you.

(LIDDY LAUGHS)

You're too late,
you dumb son of a bitch!

(LAUGHS)

♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Where is everybody?

You know, Dean's a hard act
to follow.

- Yeah.
- But, hey, I, uh...

I got you transferred
to minimum security,

so that's something.

(HOWARD SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
OVER PA)

Oh, I am getting retrials
for a lot of the Negro inmates.

Turns out a lot of these fellows
were wrongly convicted.

- Hmm.
- Oh!

And you are going to love this.

I am this close
to getting kosher meals

for one of our Jewish inmates.

Freedman. Killed his brother.

Yup, apparently
he had it coming.

Um, Gordon...

is there something wrong
with me?

What?

I know I'm no Maureen Dean,
but they're offering you

a deal to get out
of prison early,

so is there some reason
you don't wanna come home?

Oh, Frannie.

I want to so badly
that it hurts.

But the world now knows me
as the man who would not break.

Now, if nothing else,
if all I've done

is to undermine the average
American's faith in government,

that will pay dividends
for the Republican Party

far into the future.

Well, what about me? Us?

Frannie, if you decided...

that you needed
to move on and...

find someone less...

I don't know, challenging...

to live your life with,
I would completely understand.

- (FRAN SIGHS)
- Hell, at this point,

I might even recommend it.
(SCOFFS)

Well, the suitors
aren't exactly lining up.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I'll wait.

We Liddys don't break.

- (CHUCKLES)
- That's my girl.

♪ ("I'LL BE YOUR MIRROR" BY
THE VELVET UNDERGROUND
& NICO PLAYING) ♪

It is standing room only,
we are completely sold out.

DEAN: The whole tour is.

You know, uh, 80 million people
watched my testimony on TV.

It was honestly riveting,
every moment.

- John.
- Well-- Yeah? Oh, thanks.

MARINA: I loved your book.

Would you mind terribly?
(CHUCKLES)

Of course not. What's your name?

- Uh, Marina.
- Hmm. Hi, Marina.

I-- I hear they're doing
a miniseries.

Do you know who's gonna
be playing you?

Are you recording
this conversation?

No. (LAUGHS)

Uh, we're talking
to Martin Sheen.

PROVOST: So let's give
a big Brown University welcome

to John Dean!

- (AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
- (MOUTHS) That's me.

♪ I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are ♪

♪ In case you don't know
I'll be the wind ♪

♪ The rain and the sunset
The light on your door ♪

Hey, Freedman.
Here's your fucking kosher meal.

There he is.

The man's handling my appeal
for me.

♪ I find it hard ♪

(INMATES APPLAUD)

♪ But if you don't... ♪

(INMATES CHEER, APPLAUD)

♪ I'll be your mirror ♪

♪ I'll be your mirror ♪

♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪

♪ (SINGING IN GERMAN) ♪

♪ ("O DEUTSCHLAND
HOCH IN EHREN" PLAYS) ♪

♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪

(LAUNDRY MACHINES WHIRRING)

HECTOR: (IN ENGLISH)
Let's go, Grandpa!

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

HOWARD: Sí, sí.
(IN ENGLISH) Okay.

¿Bueno?

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(BOTH CONVERSING IN SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Nixon resigned?

¿De verdad?

Flying back to California.

He forgot to take you,
Watergate!

♪ ("MACARTHUR PARK"
BY DONNA SUMMER PLAYING) ♪

♪ Spring was never waiting
For us, dear ♪

♪ It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance ♪

♪ MacArthur's Park is melting
In the dark ♪

♪ All the sweet
Green icing flowing down ♪

♪ Someone left the cake out
In the rain ♪

♪ I don't think
That I can take it ♪

♪ 'Cause it took so long
To bake it ♪

♪ And I'll never have
That recipe again ♪

♪ Oh, no! ♪

♪ I recall
The yellow cotton dress ♪

♪ Foaming like a wave ♪

♪ On the ground
Beneath your knees ♪

♪ The birds, like tender babies
In your hands ♪

♪ And the old men playing
Chinese checkers by the trees ♪

♪ MacArthur's Park
Is melting in the dark ♪

♪ All the sweet
Green icing flowing down ♪

♪ Someone left the cake out
In the rain ♪

♪ I don't think
That I can take it ♪

♪ 'Cause it took so long
To bake it ♪

♪ And I'll never have
That recipe again ♪

♪ Oh, no! ♪

♪ MacArthur's Park
Is melting in the dark ♪

♪ All the sweet
Green icing flowing down ♪

♪ Someone left the cake out
In the rain ♪

♪ I don't think
That I can take it ♪

♪ 'Cause it took
So long to bake it ♪