MichaelOrme/Profane · Datasets at Hugging Face

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This isn't a "moral" issue, Bob. We have to keep our enemies at bay or our whole program is gonna go down the tubes. The FBI is filled with people who are pissed that I put Gray in and not one of their own. Vietnam, China, the Soviet Union: when you look at the big picture, Bob, you'll see we're doing a hell of a lotta good in this world. Let's not screw it up with some shit-ass, third-rate burglary.	I'll talk to Helms. Oh, Pat asked if you're coming to the Residence for dinner tonight.
I'll talk to Helms. Oh, Pat asked if you're coming to the Residence for dinner tonight.	No, no, not tonight. Don't let her in here. I have too much to do.
No, no, not tonight. Don't let her in here. I have too much to do.	Yes, sir. I'll talk to Helms, and, uh ... what's our press position on this Watergate thing? What do I tell Ziegler to tell them?
Meanwhile, what happens to the country?	The bastard! If I'd called his shot on Cuba I would've won. He made me look soft.
The first assassination attempt was in '60, just before the election.	Before?! Eisenhower approved that?
Before?! Eisenhower approved that?	He didn't veto it. I ran the White House side. The mob contact was Johnny Roselli. One of the CIA guys was that jackass, Howard Hunt.
He didn't veto it. I ran the White House side. The mob contact was Johnny Roselli. One of the CIA guys was that jackass, Howard Hunt.	Jesus!
Jesus!	And not just Hunt. Frank Sturgis, all those Cubans. All of them in the Watergate. They were involved in Track 2 in Cuba. Hunt reported to my military aide. But I met with him several times as Vice President. That's what worries the shit out of me. I don't know how much Hunt knows. Or the Cubans.
And not just Hunt. Frank Sturgis, all those Cubans. All of them in the Watergate. They were involved in Track 2 in Cuba. Hunt reported to my military aide. But I met with him several times as Vice President. That's what worries the shit out of me. I don't know how much Hunt knows. Or the Cubans.	So? You wanted Castro dead. Everybody wanted Castro dead. If Hunt and the others are CIA, why don't we just throw this back in the CIA's lap? Let Richard Helms take the fall?
So? You wanted Castro dead. Everybody wanted Castro dead. If Hunt and the others are CIA, why don't we just throw this back in the CIA's lap? Let Richard Helms take the fall?	Because ... because Dick Helms knows too much ... If anyone in this country knows more than I do, it's Hoover and Helms! You don't fuck with Dick Helms! Period.
Alright. But why, if Kennedy is so clean in all this, didn't he cancel Track 2?	Because he didn't even know about it. The CIA never told him, they just kept it going. It was like ... it had a life of its own. Like ... a kind of "beast" that doesn't even know it exists. It just eats people when it doesn't need 'em anymore. Two days after the Bay of Pigs, Kennedy called me in. He reamed my ass ...
If they didn't tell Kennedy about Track 2, how did Hoover find out?	They had us bugged. Christ, he had everybody bugged. Yeah, he was gonna support me in '68, but he was also threatening me. That was Hoover: he'd give you the carrot, but he'd make damn sure the stick went right up your ass.
... never complain, never explain, John ...	I tell you, the soldiers were provoked. Now stop this pussyfooting around. Dead kids! How the hell did we ever give the Democrats a weapon like this? I mean, if Cambodia doesn't work, we'll bomb Hanoi if we have to.
She got it, Bob. A nineteen-year-old college kid ...	What?
What?	She understood something it's taken me twenty-five fucking years in politics to understand. The CIA, the Mafia, the Wall Street bastards ...
She understood something it's taken me twenty-five fucking years in politics to understand. The CIA, the Mafia, the Wall Street bastards ...	Sir?
Sir?	... "The Beast." A nineteen-year-old kid. She understands the nature of "the Beast." She called it a wild animal.
The Jews aren't the middle, Henry. They're the far left.	You're talking too much about black Africa, Henry. It's killing us with the rednecks.
You're talking too much about black Africa, Henry. It's killing us with the rednecks.	The blacks are lost, the "schwartzes" are gone ...
The blacks are lost, the "schwartzes" are gone ...	Don't let it lose us the right-wing vote ...
Because they're not Americans.	Right. They don't trust! They don't trust America!
Right. They don't trust! They don't trust America!	Why would they?! Who the hell's Sulzberger anyway? Their parents are gold traders from Eastern Europe. They buy things. They come to Jew York City and they buy up things. One of the things they buy is the New York Times. And you know what? Be proud because they'll never trust you, sir, because we speak for the average American.
You know why they're turning on me? They're not serious about power, that's why. They're playing with power. They're forgetting the national interest. In the old days, people knew how to hold power, how to set limits. They wouldn't have torn this country apart over a third-rate burglary. All they care about now are their egos, looking good at cocktail parties ...	... beating out the other papers, chasing girls ...
... beating out the other papers, chasing girls ...	... worrying whether someone said something "nice" about them. All short-term, frivolous bullshit; Ben Bradlee worrying about Teddy Kennedy liking him ...
You played it perfectly, sir -- cocksucker! He's going to think twice before he leaks again.	He'll be looking in his toilet bowl every time he pulls the chain.
I suppose, "Mister President," you're unhappy that we have not implemented your Domestic Intelligence plan, but ...	You're correct. I'm concerned these students are being funded by foreign interests, whether they know it or not. The FBI is worthless in this area. I want your full concentration on this matter ...
You're correct. I'm concerned these students are being funded by foreign interests, whether they know it or not. The FBI is worthless in this area. I want your full concentration on this matter ...	Of course we've tried, but so far we've come up with nothing that ...
Of course we've tried, but so far we've come up with nothing that ...	Then find something. And I want these leaks stopped. Jack fucking Anderson, the New York Times, the State Department -- I want to know who's talking to them.
Then find something. And I want these leaks stopped. Jack fucking Anderson, the New York Times, the State Department -- I want to know who's talking to them.	I'm sure you realize this is a very tricky area, Mr. President, given our charter and the congressional oversight committees ...
I'm sure you realize this is a very tricky area, Mr. President, given our charter and the congressional oversight committees ...	Screw congressional oversight. I know damn well, going back to the '50's, this agency reports what it wants, and buries what it doesn't want Congress to know. Pay close attention to this.
My father built the house where I was born with his own hands. Oh, it wasn't a big house ...	Turn this crap off, Clyde. It's giving me a headache ... You may go, Joaquin.
Or he'll steal it like his brother. He's a mean little sonofabitch, Edgar ... He had the IRS audit my mother when she was dying in a nursing home.	I know ...
There must be a quarter-million out there, Edgar. They've been at it now for a year. Young kids just like Tricia. I don't know. Do you think they have a point, Edgar? Maybe this whole damned system of government is ...	Remember what Lenin said in 1917, Mr. President: "The power was lying in the streets just waiting for someone to pick it up." The Communists have never been closer. Now is the time to go back to the old themes, the ones that made you president. Let the Communists know you're onto them.
Remember what Lenin said in 1917, Mr. President: "The power was lying in the streets just waiting for someone to pick it up." The Communists have never been closer. Now is the time to go back to the old themes, the ones that made you president. Let the Communists know you're onto them.	The little bastards think they can ruin Tricia's wedding day by dancing naked in the Reflecting Pond.
The little bastards think they can ruin Tricia's wedding day by dancing naked in the Reflecting Pond.	Don't listen to 'em, don't quit. Remember - Kennedy, Bobby, and King were against the war. Where are they now? Don't give 'em a goddamn inch on the war. President Johnson bombed Laos for years and nobody knew or said a thing. How the hell the Times ever got ahold of this Ellsberg stuff is a disgrace!
Don't listen to 'em, don't quit. Remember - Kennedy, Bobby, and King were against the war. Where are they now? Don't give 'em a goddamn inch on the war. President Johnson bombed Laos for years and nobody knew or said a thing. How the hell the Times ever got ahold of this Ellsberg stuff is a disgrace!	We can't keep a goddamn secret in this government, Edgar. They're stealing papers right out of his office.
We can't keep a goddamn secret in this government, Edgar. They're stealing papers right out of his office.	Johnson had the same damned problem till he bugged his own office.
Johnson had the same damned problem till he bugged his own office.	We took his system out.
We took his system out.	That was a mistake. The White House was full of Kennedy people then. It still is.
That was a mistake. The White House was full of Kennedy people then. It still is.	Who do you think is behind it?
Who do you think is behind it?	Well, you have CIA people all over the place. Helms has seen to that. Then there's Kissinger's staff. Kissinger himself, I believe, maybe the leaker.
Well, you have CIA people all over the place. Helms has seen to that. Then there's Kissinger's staff. Kissinger himself, I believe, maybe the leaker.	Kissinger?
Kissinger?	He's obsessed with his own image. He wants his Nobel Peace Prize a little too much. As the late "Doctor" King proved -- even an ape can win a prize with good press.
He's obsessed with his own image. He wants his Nobel Peace Prize a little too much. As the late "Doctor" King proved -- even an ape can win a prize with good press.	Jesus, I'd like to book him into a psychiatrist's office. He comes in here ranting and raving, dumping his crap all over the place ... Could you prove it, Edgar?
Jesus, I'd like to book him into a psychiatrist's office. He comes in here ranting and raving, dumping his crap all over the place ... Could you prove it, Edgar?	I always get my man.
I always get my man.	Yeah, you do. I'd be bugging myself, Edgar ... Who'd get the tapes?
Yeah, you do. I'd be bugging myself, Edgar ... Who'd get the tapes?	No one. Your property. It would prove your case. Why do you think Kissinger's taping your calls? For history. His word against yours -- and right now he's got the records.
How the fuck did you know?	Injections. Even this noble sport's been fixed. Seen the guys?
Injections. Even this noble sport's been fixed. Seen the guys?	They're around.
Why, you got a customer?	The White House.
The White House.	You're fucking me.
You're fucking me.	We're gonna be plumbers, Frank. We're gonna plug a leak.
We're gonna be plumbers, Frank. We're gonna plug a leak.	Who we working for?
Who we working for?	A guy named Gordon Liddy. Thinks he's Martin Borman. You wanna meet him?
Let's get the fuck out of here, shall we, ladies?	Anything goes wrong, head for your homes, just sit tight -- you'll hear from me or Howard.
Anything goes wrong, head for your homes, just sit tight -- you'll hear from me or Howard.	Personally, I'll be calling the President of the United States.
Hell, Kennedy's pissed Cuba away to the Russians. And he don't know what the hell he's doing in Vietnam. These are dangerous times, Dick, especially for business ...	Agreed.
Desi's got a point. What the hell are we gonna do about the Communists right here in our backyard?!	What do you mean, Jack?
What do you mean, Jack?	I mean I got federal price controls on my oil. The ragheads are beating the shit out of me. And I got your EPA environment agency with its thumb so far up my ass it's scratching my ear.
... And now I have a federal judge ordering me to bus my kids halfway 'cross town to go to school with some nigger kids. I think, Mr. President, you're forgetting who put you where you are.	The American people put me where I am.
Mr. President, we are in a revolutionary situation. We are under siege -- Black Panthers, Weathermen; The State Department under Rogers is leaking like a sieve. And now this insignificant little shit Ellsberg publishing all the diplomatic secrets of this country will destroy our ability to conduct foreign policy.	Here, Tim ... Tim. I'm as frustrated as you, Henry, but don't you think this one's a Democrat problem. They started the war; it makes them look bad.
Who are you talking to like this, you insignificant shit ...	... and what do we get for it? Gobs and gobs of bullshit, gossip, nothing! Someone is leaking. We've got to stop the leaks, Henry, at any cost, do you hear me? Then we can go for the big play -- China, Russia.
Exactly, sir. That is your historical contribution: to lead boldly in an era of limits.	No one understands! -- even my own men. What do you think the Communists respond to? Honesty, liberal guilt, soul-wringing crap, fathers on TV crying? Hell no! I understand the Communist mind, I've studied it for thirty years. They grasp "realpolitik" better than any of us, right, Henry?
That's triangular diplomacy, gentlemen.	Exactly, yes, Mr. President. That is my contention.
Exactly, yes, Mr. President. That is my contention.	That's what geopolitics is about -- the whole world linked by self interest ... You tell me, Ron, how the hell I can explain that on television to a bunch of simple-minded reporters and weeping fucking mothers!
You'll pick up the middle on this one - the Jews and Negros.	Jews and Negros don't win elections, Henry. Better to hang them around the Democrats' necks.
That doesn't matter now, Henry. The point is, you might lose some of your media-darling halo if the press starts sniffing around our dirty laundry.	I had nothing to do with that, sir, and I resent any implication ...
I had nothing to do with that, sir, and I resent any implication ...	Resent it all you want, Henry, but you're in it with the rest of us. Cambodia, Ellsberg, the wiretaps you put in. The President wants you to know you can't just click your heels and head back to Harvard Yard. It's your ass too, Henry, and it's in the wind twisting with everyone else's.
You know, Mr. Chairman, at Harvard I used your writings in my class.	What a waste of time. My writings mean absolutely nothing.
What a waste of time. My writings mean absolutely nothing.	But your writings have changed the world, Mr. Chairman.
But your writings have changed the world, Mr. Chairman.	Fung pi! I've only managed to change a few things around the city of Beijing. I want to know your secret.
Fung pi! I've only managed to change a few things around the city of Beijing. I want to know your secret.	Secret, Mr. Chairman?
Secret, Mr. Chairman?	How a fat man gets so many girls.
It was illegal, what he did.	You know, this kinda thing, you gotta be brutal. A leak happens, the whole damn place should be fired. Really. You do it like the Germans in World War II. If they went through these towns and a sniper hit one of them, they'd line the whole goddamned town up and say: "Until you talk you're all getting shot." I really think that's what has to be done. I don't think you can be Mr. Nice-guy anymore ...
And Dick beat the shit out of them.	But I wouldn't have if Hiss hadn't lied about knowing Chambers. The documents were old and out of date, like these Pentagon Papers. The key thing we proved was that Hiss was a liar. Then people bought it that he was a spy. It's the lie that gets you.
But I wouldn't have if Hiss hadn't lied about knowing Chambers. The documents were old and out of date, like these Pentagon Papers. The key thing we proved was that Hiss was a liar. Then people bought it that he was a spy. It's the lie that gets you.	Hiss was protecting his wife. I've always believed that.
Hiss was protecting his wife. I've always believed that.	When they know you've got something to protect, that's when they fuck you!
Sorry, Dick. She's a little tipsy.	You mean smashed! She called up at midnight last week. Talking a bunch of crap. Pat can't stand her.
You mean smashed! She called up at midnight last week. Talking a bunch of crap. Pat can't stand her.	It's a thing she does. She talks at night.
It's a thing she does. She talks at night.	Talks all day, too! How the hell can you put up with her, John?
Talks all day, too! How the hell can you put up with her, John?	What the hell -- I love her. And she's great in bed.
Rocky's full of shit! No way he's going to get nominated west of the Hudson with a new wife. He's gonna be drinking Scotches in retirement at some goddamn country club with the rest of the Republicans.	Goes to show you all the moolah in the world can't buy you a brain.
Goes to show you all the moolah in the world can't buy you a brain.	Well, he seems to have bought Kissinger.
Well, he seems to have bought Kissinger.	The Jewboy's a Harvard whore with the morals of an eel -- sells himself to the highest bidder.
The Jewboy's a Harvard whore with the morals of an eel -- sells himself to the highest bidder.	You're the one who should be in politics, John. You're tougher than I am. You never crack.
You're the one who should be in politics, John. You're tougher than I am. You never crack.	That'll be the day.
That'll be the day.	Let's get out of here; it's too painful. I hate it. We went bowling last weekend. Next weekend we're going to the zoo. Whoever said there was life after politics was full of shit.
Let's get out of here; it's too painful. I hate it. We went bowling last weekend. Next weekend we're going to the zoo. Whoever said there was life after politics was full of shit.	Make some money, Dick, prove yourself to the Wall Street crowd and let Goldwater and Rockefeller take the fall against Kennedy.
How many?	Four. Two boys. Two girls. And eight wounded.
Four. Two boys. Two girls. And eight wounded.	Jesus Christ!
Jesus Christ!	One of the fathers was on the TV saying, "My child was not a bum." And it's playing like gangbusters. Hell, Hoover told me one of the girls was a nymph.
One of the fathers was on the TV saying, "My child was not a bum." And it's playing like gangbusters. Hell, Hoover told me one of the girls was a nymph.	Shit, the press doesn't care about the facts. Cronkite's sticking it to me. It's their first big hit on Richard Nixon.
... Somebody should shoot the little bastard.	I wanna fight just as dirty as he does.
I wanna fight just as dirty as he does.	... Use his women.
... Use his women.	... Any information you have, Edgar. The sonofabitch is not gonna steal from me again! Can you back me up on this? Can I count on your support?
Mr. President, the press guys asked if you could come back for a minute.	The hell with 'em.
You know, Fred, they sell tickets.	Sir?
Sir?	They sell tickets to an impeachment. Like a fucking circus ... Okay, so they impeach me. Then it's a question of mathematics. How many votes do we have in the Senate?
Shit, plenty of people did their best writing in prison. Gandhi, Lenin ...	That's right.
That's right.	What I know about this country, I ... I could rip it apart. If they want a public humiliation, that's what they'll get. But I will never resign this office. Where the fuck am I?

This isn't a "moral" issue, Bob. We have to keep our enemies at bay or our whole program is gonna go down the tubes. The FBI is filled with people who are pissed that I put Gray in and not one of their own. Vietnam, China, the Soviet Union: when you look at the big picture, Bob, you'll see we're doing a hell of a lotta good in this world. Let's not screw it up with some shit-ass, third-rate burglary.

I'll talk to Helms. Oh, Pat asked if you're coming to the Residence for dinner tonight.

No, no, not tonight. Don't let her in here. I have too much to do.

Yes, sir. I'll talk to Helms, and, uh ... what's our press position on this Watergate thing? What do I tell Ziegler to tell them?

Meanwhile, what happens to the country?

The bastard! If I'd called his shot on Cuba I would've won. He made me look soft.

The first assassination attempt was in '60, just before the election.

Before?! Eisenhower approved that?

He didn't veto it. I ran the White House side. The mob contact was Johnny Roselli. One of the CIA guys was that jackass, Howard Hunt.

Jesus!

And not just Hunt. Frank Sturgis, all those Cubans. All of them in the Watergate. They were involved in Track 2 in Cuba. Hunt reported to my military aide. But I met with him several times as Vice President. That's what worries the shit out of me. I don't know how much Hunt knows. Or the Cubans.

So? You wanted Castro dead. Everybody wanted Castro dead. If Hunt and the others are CIA, why don't we just throw this back in the CIA's lap? Let Richard Helms take the fall?

Because ... because Dick Helms knows too much ... If anyone in this country knows more than I do, it's Hoover and Helms! You don't fuck with Dick Helms! Period.

Alright. But why, if Kennedy is so clean in all this, didn't he cancel Track 2?

Because he didn't even know about it. The CIA never told him, they just kept it going. It was like ... it had a life of its own. Like ... a kind of "beast" that doesn't even know it exists. It just eats people when it doesn't need 'em anymore. Two days after the Bay of Pigs, Kennedy called me in. He reamed my ass ...

If they didn't tell Kennedy about Track 2, how did Hoover find out?

They had us bugged. Christ, he had everybody bugged. Yeah, he was gonna support me in '68, but he was also threatening me. That was Hoover: he'd give you the carrot, but he'd make damn sure the stick went right up your ass.

... never complain, never explain, John ...

I tell you, the soldiers were provoked. Now stop this pussyfooting around. Dead kids! How the hell did we ever give the Democrats a weapon like this? I mean, if Cambodia doesn't work, we'll bomb Hanoi if we have to.

She got it, Bob. A nineteen-year-old college kid ...

What?

She understood something it's taken me twenty-five fucking years in politics to understand. The CIA, the Mafia, the Wall Street bastards ...

Sir?

... "The Beast." A nineteen-year-old kid. She understands the nature of "the Beast." She called it a wild animal.

The Jews aren't the middle, Henry. They're the far left.

You're talking too much about black Africa, Henry. It's killing us with the rednecks.

The blacks are lost, the "schwartzes" are gone ...

Don't let it lose us the right-wing vote ...

Because they're not Americans.

Right. They don't trust! They don't trust America!

Why would they?! Who the hell's Sulzberger anyway? Their parents are gold traders from Eastern Europe. They buy things. They come to Jew York City and they buy up things. One of the things they buy is the New York Times. And you know what? Be proud because they'll never trust you, sir, because we speak for the average American.

You know why they're turning on me? They're not serious about power, that's why. They're playing with power. They're forgetting the national interest. In the old days, people knew how to hold power, how to set limits. They wouldn't have torn this country apart over a third-rate burglary. All they care about now are their egos, looking good at cocktail parties ...

... beating out the other papers, chasing girls ...

... worrying whether someone said something "nice" about them. All short-term, frivolous bullshit; Ben Bradlee worrying about Teddy Kennedy liking him ...

You played it perfectly, sir -- cocksucker! He's going to think twice before he leaks again.

He'll be looking in his toilet bowl every time he pulls the chain.

I suppose, "Mister President," you're unhappy that we have not implemented your Domestic Intelligence plan, but ...

You're correct. I'm concerned these students are being funded by foreign interests, whether they know it or not. The FBI is worthless in this area. I want your full concentration on this matter ...

Of course we've tried, but so far we've come up with nothing that ...

Then find something. And I want these leaks stopped. Jack fucking Anderson, the New York Times, the State Department -- I want to know who's talking to them.

I'm sure you realize this is a very tricky area, Mr. President, given our charter and the congressional oversight committees ...

Screw congressional oversight. I know damn well, going back to the '50's, this agency reports what it wants, and buries what it doesn't want Congress to know. Pay close attention to this.

My father built the house where I was born with his own hands. Oh, it wasn't a big house ...

Turn this crap off, Clyde. It's giving me a headache ... You may go, Joaquin.

Or he'll steal it like his brother. He's a mean little sonofabitch, Edgar ... He had the IRS audit my mother when she was dying in a nursing home.

I know ...

There must be a quarter-million out there, Edgar. They've been at it now for a year. Young kids just like Tricia. I don't know. Do you think they have a point, Edgar? Maybe this whole damned system of government is ...

Remember what Lenin said in 1917, Mr. President: "The power was lying in the streets just waiting for someone to pick it up." The Communists have never been closer. Now is the time to go back to the old themes, the ones that made you president. Let the Communists know you're onto them.

The little bastards think they can ruin Tricia's wedding day by dancing naked in the Reflecting Pond.

Don't listen to 'em, don't quit. Remember - Kennedy, Bobby, and King were against the war. Where are they now? Don't give 'em a goddamn inch on the war. President Johnson bombed Laos for years and nobody knew or said a thing. How the hell the Times ever got ahold of this Ellsberg stuff is a disgrace!

We can't keep a goddamn secret in this government, Edgar. They're stealing papers right out of his office.

Johnson had the same damned problem till he bugged his own office.

We took his system out.

That was a mistake. The White House was full of Kennedy people then. It still is.

Who do you think is behind it?

Well, you have CIA people all over the place. Helms has seen to that. Then there's Kissinger's staff. Kissinger himself, I believe, maybe the leaker.

Kissinger?

He's obsessed with his own image. He wants his Nobel Peace Prize a little too much. As the late "Doctor" King proved -- even an ape can win a prize with good press.

Jesus, I'd like to book him into a psychiatrist's office. He comes in here ranting and raving, dumping his crap all over the place ... Could you prove it, Edgar?

I always get my man.

Yeah, you do. I'd be bugging myself, Edgar ... Who'd get the tapes?

No one. Your property. It would prove your case. Why do you think Kissinger's taping your calls? For history. His word against yours -- and right now he's got the records.

How the fuck did you know?

Injections. Even this noble sport's been fixed. Seen the guys?

They're around.

Why, you got a customer?

The White House.

You're fucking me.

We're gonna be plumbers, Frank. We're gonna plug a leak.

Who we working for?

A guy named Gordon Liddy. Thinks he's Martin Borman. You wanna meet him?

Let's get the fuck out of here, shall we, ladies?

Anything goes wrong, head for your homes, just sit tight -- you'll hear from me or Howard.

Personally, I'll be calling the President of the United States.

Hell, Kennedy's pissed Cuba away to the Russians. And he don't know what the hell he's doing in Vietnam. These are dangerous times, Dick, especially for business ...

Agreed.

Desi's got a point. What the hell are we gonna do about the Communists right here in our backyard?!

What do you mean, Jack?

I mean I got federal price controls on my oil. The ragheads are beating the shit out of me. And I got your EPA environment agency with its thumb so far up my ass it's scratching my ear.

... And now I have a federal judge ordering me to bus my kids halfway 'cross town to go to school with some nigger kids. I think, Mr. President, you're forgetting who put you where you are.

The American people put me where I am.

Mr. President, we are in a revolutionary situation. We are under siege -- Black Panthers, Weathermen; The State Department under Rogers is leaking like a sieve. And now this insignificant little shit Ellsberg publishing all the diplomatic secrets of this country will destroy our ability to conduct foreign policy.

Here, Tim ... Tim. I'm as frustrated as you, Henry, but don't you think this one's a Democrat problem. They started the war; it makes them look bad.

Who are you talking to like this, you insignificant shit ...

... and what do we get for it? Gobs and gobs of bullshit, gossip, nothing! Someone is leaking. We've got to stop the leaks, Henry, at any cost, do you hear me? Then we can go for the big play -- China, Russia.

Exactly, sir. That is your historical contribution: to lead boldly in an era of limits.

No one understands! -- even my own men. What do you think the Communists respond to? Honesty, liberal guilt, soul-wringing crap, fathers on TV crying? Hell no! I understand the Communist mind, I've studied it for thirty years. They grasp "realpolitik" better than any of us, right, Henry?

That's triangular diplomacy, gentlemen.

Exactly, yes, Mr. President. That is my contention.

That's what geopolitics is about -- the whole world linked by self interest ... You tell me, Ron, how the hell I can explain that on television to a bunch of simple-minded reporters and weeping fucking mothers!

You'll pick up the middle on this one - the Jews and Negros.

Jews and Negros don't win elections, Henry. Better to hang them around the Democrats' necks.

That doesn't matter now, Henry. The point is, you might lose some of your media-darling halo if the press starts sniffing around our dirty laundry.

I had nothing to do with that, sir, and I resent any implication ...

Resent it all you want, Henry, but you're in it with the rest of us. Cambodia, Ellsberg, the wiretaps you put in. The President wants you to know you can't just click your heels and head back to Harvard Yard. It's your ass too, Henry, and it's in the wind twisting with everyone else's.

You know, Mr. Chairman, at Harvard I used your writings in my class.

What a waste of time. My writings mean absolutely nothing.

But your writings have changed the world, Mr. Chairman.

Fung pi! I've only managed to change a few things around the city of Beijing. I want to know your secret.

Secret, Mr. Chairman?

How a fat man gets so many girls.

It was illegal, what he did.

You know, this kinda thing, you gotta be brutal. A leak happens, the whole damn place should be fired. Really. You do it like the Germans in World War II. If they went through these towns and a sniper hit one of them, they'd line the whole goddamned town up and say: "Until you talk you're all getting shot." I really think that's what has to be done. I don't think you can be Mr. Nice-guy anymore ...

And Dick beat the shit out of them.

But I wouldn't have if Hiss hadn't lied about knowing Chambers. The documents were old and out of date, like these Pentagon Papers. The key thing we proved was that Hiss was a liar. Then people bought it that he was a spy. It's the lie that gets you.

Hiss was protecting his wife. I've always believed that.

When they know you've got something to protect, that's when they fuck you!

Sorry, Dick. She's a little tipsy.

You mean smashed! She called up at midnight last week. Talking a bunch of crap. Pat can't stand her.

It's a thing she does. She talks at night.

Talks all day, too! How the hell can you put up with her, John?

What the hell -- I love her. And she's great in bed.

Rocky's full of shit! No way he's going to get nominated west of the Hudson with a new wife. He's gonna be drinking Scotches in retirement at some goddamn country club with the rest of the Republicans.

Goes to show you all the moolah in the world can't buy you a brain.

Well, he seems to have bought Kissinger.

The Jewboy's a Harvard whore with the morals of an eel -- sells himself to the highest bidder.

You're the one who should be in politics, John. You're tougher than I am. You never crack.

That'll be the day.

Let's get out of here; it's too painful. I hate it. We went bowling last weekend. Next weekend we're going to the zoo. Whoever said there was life after politics was full of shit.

Make some money, Dick, prove yourself to the Wall Street crowd and let Goldwater and Rockefeller take the fall against Kennedy.

How many?

Four. Two boys. Two girls. And eight wounded.

Jesus Christ!

One of the fathers was on the TV saying, "My child was not a bum." And it's playing like gangbusters. Hell, Hoover told me one of the girls was a nymph.

Shit, the press doesn't care about the facts. Cronkite's sticking it to me. It's their first big hit on Richard Nixon.

... Somebody should shoot the little bastard.

I wanna fight just as dirty as he does.

... Use his women.

... Any information you have, Edgar. The sonofabitch is not gonna steal from me again! Can you back me up on this? Can I count on your support?

Mr. President, the press guys asked if you could come back for a minute.

The hell with 'em.

You know, Fred, they sell tickets.

Sir?

They sell tickets to an impeachment. Like a fucking circus ... Okay, so they impeach me. Then it's a question of mathematics. How many votes do we have in the Senate?

Shit, plenty of people did their best writing in prison. Gandhi, Lenin ...

That's right.

What I know about this country, I ... I could rip it apart. If they want a public humiliation, that's what they'll get. But I will never resign this office. Where the fuck am I?