The two men who look
most pleased tonight were
President Nixon and Brezhnev, and well, they might
since both have prevailed over groups in their own countries
who think an arms limitation deal is wicked folly.
What was signed tonight was the result of risks, time
patience, and political skill.
The signing ceremony for the agreements
on nuclear weapons...
Unit Two to Unit Three. Come in.
Unit Two to Unit Three. Request status report, over.
Unit Three to Unit Two.
Roger that. Give me a sec. Over.
So it all went well
in Vladimir's Hall in the Kremlin tonight.
And if Mr. Nixon didn't make any new friends
his enemies looked less dangerous.
And as far as the history
of the nuclear age is concerned...
Unit Three to Units One and Two.
Chickens are in the henhouse. Over.
Copy that.
Passing the entrance now. Over.
Unit Two. Where are you going?
Why are you passing
the entrance to the henhouse?
There's a 24-hour guard in the lobby
so I found us a back door.
Back door? Unit Two...
what back door?
- What the fuck are we doing here? - You'll see.
Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to the Watergate Hotel.
This way.
Lucky for us
the complex contains six different buildings
all interconnected.
So we can bypass lobby security.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Welcome to the Watergate Office Building
home of the Democratic National Committee.
Very nice, boss.
- Down. - Down?
Down.
Unit Three to Unit Two. Hold your position. Over.
Worry not.
I found us the perfect place to hide and wait on the banquet level.
Unit Two, where the hell are you gonna hide
on the banquet level?
Simple, I booked a banquet room.
Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to the Continental Room.
We are the Ameritas party.
- We are? - Yeah.
- We are. - We are.
So, tell me, gentlemen.
What does the Ameritas Corporation do?
What?
(Spanish) I don't know what to tell them.
(Spanish) Let them screw up.
- (Spanish) - Business.
- What kind of business?
Transportation.
- Transportation. - (Spanish) Yes, yes, exactly.
Bon appetit!
How come you got soup?
Because it was soup or salad.
I thought it was soup and salad.
Say, Frank.
Bet you killed quite a few Japs during the war.
I ain't one to brag.
Why don't you ask him about the couple of dozen guys
he greased for Castro
before he realized the bearded shitbird
was giving Khrushchev a courtesy reach-around?
You know, I wasn't the only Company man
to get outsmarted by Fidel, Eduardo.
Your hands as dirty as mine.
- Thank you. - What the shit?
- You got another soup? - I ordered it.
Can I get another soup?
I'm very sorry, sir. That was the last one.
Gentlemen, thank you.
You can clear out now. We're gonna stay
maybe have a couple of stogies.
You're way ahead of me. Thank you so much.
- Thank you, sir. Have a good night. - You too.
Gordon.
Gentlemen. It's 10.00pm.
Unit Two will head to the DNC.
My team will go meet our guy at the McGovern HQ.
- (Spanish) Come on. - (Spanish) Hey. Go ahead.
Villo.
(Spanish) This is from Scotland.
I'm not going to see this in Cuba, right?
- (Spanish) No, maybe later. - Remember...
- photograph everything. - Right, boss. Just like Fielding.
No. Not like Fielding.
Wait for Baldwin's signal, then head up.
Roger that.
Unit Two to Unit Three.
What's happening in the henhouse? Over.
That's the place.
My inside man
at the McGovern campaign said
wait by the back door.
Well, it is pretty damn bright back there.
I can fix that.
Tricky angle.
Did you serve?
I did, but I missed out on all the action.
In basic training before we shipped off to Korea
some of the fellows challenged me to a sit-up contest.
I won the contest, but blew my appendix.
Still haunts me.
Don't worry. I'll get it.
Maybe it's your appendix.
Unit Three to Unit Two. Henhouse status unchanged.
That's a no-go. Over.
Copy that. Over.
Very close.
Please stop swaying.
I wouldn't be swaying if you made the fucking shot.
Almost, Halcon.
- What's Halcon? - His nickname. It means the falcon.
The bird all other birds fear.
Shouldn't it be "hal-con," like "fal-con?"
No.
Nice shot, Halcon.
Come on. Help me down.
Halcon really sounds better.
(Spanish) Fuck.
- What the hell is going on? - (Spanish) I don't know.
Sir, the manager said you gentlemen
were supposed to be done by ten.
Indeed.
We are just packing up the projector
and then we will be on our way. Scout's honor.
No problem. Just gotta lock up by midnight.
Bye.
Fan out.
See, this means fan out.
It's too dark in here. I can't see shit.
Criminy!
Where the hell is he?
Don't worry.
My guy's a professional. He'll be here.
Excuse me.
Hi.
What? You are our inside man! What are you doing outside?
The janitor found me. I was hiding in the furnace room.
He got scared. The kid
he must have come out the front door.
Get back to your post.
I don't think I'm cut out for this stuff, sir.
- I'm sorry. - Fuck!
You gutless Mormon!
Your guy, huh?
(Spanish) Stop fucking around. Don't mess with that guy.
He's the inside man, damn it.
Unit Two, the henhouse is nearly empty.
Repeat, Three to Two. Henhouse is nearly empty.
Get into position, over.
(Spanish) Let's go.
(Spanish) Come on.
Stand by.
It's locked.
- Señor Locksmith... - Okay.
(Spanish) Damn it!
You didn't tell me it was a double-sided deadbolt.
Are you saying we're locked in?
(Spanish) Fuck! Damn it!
Back to the closet.
(Spanish) Shut up!
(Spanish) Hey, man.
I guess we're sleeping here.
Nighty-night.
How was your steak?
I didn't eat steak.
I had the tilapia.
- How was it? - It was okay.
Oh, Christ, I gotta take a leak.
(Spanish) Look.
(Spanish) Here.
(Spanish) Hurry up.
Come on.
(Spanish) Much needed.
Three to Two. Henhouse is empty.
All clear. Proceed. Over.
Here.
Hello.
I repeat, all clear. Unit Two, proceed.
Over.
Hello?
Unit Two?
Anyone there?
And here it is, 13 minutes before six.
A beautiful morning, and a good time to check on the traffic here
with Traffic Officer Bill.
Traffic is light and considerably moving nicely
into the downtown DC area. Folks will be glad to hear that.
Okay, Officer Bill, thank you...
We have another traffic update and the weather forecast...
(Spanish) You forgot to bring the right tools.
(Spanish) I know.
Whatever you do
do not drink the whiskey at the Watergate.
Roger that.
Papa?
Kevan?
Yes, my sweet angel?
Who's Gordon Liddy?
Wait, we're gonna do everything.
- Well, the lube is gonna soak... - Morning.
Howard.
No one woke me for breakfast.
Well, Howard, we never know what your plans are.
We're headed to the club for a swim and some tennis.
Assuming you've paid the bill.
She's a funny one.
You didn't see me.
Okay.
- Eggs? - Yeah.
Did you see the Viet Cong come through here?
No VC were invited for breakfast.
Went that way, honey.
You got it.
Kevan is our resident Smithie. Home for the holiday.
Four-point-oh grade average.
Well, maybe if you two applied yourselves a little more.
- Maybe if you... - Maybe if you...
- ...both applied yourself. - applied yourself a little bit more.
- Yeah. - Well, actually, she's right.
Especially you, boy.
Dorothy was telling me about your big Paris trip.
Well, about that, I'm not...
I'm not sure we're going to be able to vacation this summer.
Might be busy with Gordon.
Muy busy-oso.
Don't worry about Paris, dear.
It's just gonna be me and David and Kevan.
Good. Fun.
Well, I have some really exciting news.
I finally figured out what I wanna do with my life.
I am going to be a farmer.
As in crops and dirt?
That is noble work.
Great. All that tuition right down...
Eat lead, Charlie!
- Oh, my God! - Put that down.
It's just a child with a toy.
Gordon, Gordon, let's get some air.
Come on. Outside.
Oh, my God.
That "toy" gun is a recipe for disaster.
Only real guns in the Liddy household.
I do not need child-rearing lessons from you.
(German) Thank you.
We should get the wives together again.
Fran has been asking.
Oh, yes. Dorothy would love that.
McGovern HQ has added round-the-clock security.
So that just leaves the Watergate.
We strike tonight.
We walk straight in the front door.
No bullshit banquets, just sheer force of will.
That's not a plan.
What's our cover?
We're all with the DNC and we forgot our wallets?
(German) Found! That's our way in.
Buying a new briefcase, are we?
Move along.
We are going to talk about this farming business.
It's called agriculture.
Look.
We are there for a different meeting
in another office.
On another floor altogether.
Did you okay this with Magruder?
Hell, no. Magruder has no idea about last night's debacle.
If we go in tonight
it's as though last night never even happened.
As far as anyone knows, tonight will be our first attempt.
- Can I help you? - We have an appointment.
Federal Reserve Office. Eighth floor.
At midnight. Middle of Memorial Day Weekend?
International business.
You know, time zones.
All right. Sign in.
- (Spanish) Where are we going? - (Spanish) I don't know.
- (Spanish) Me neither. - (Spanish) No. I am lost.
(Spanish) Come this way.
(Spanish) Hurry up, my friends. Hurry up.
Where the hell is McCord?
What?
That son of a bitch has the equipment.
I knew that oddball would go rogue!
- I knew it! - I know.
(Spanish) Move a little.
(Spanish) Villo, what's going on?
- These are the wrong tools. - What?
He has the wrong tools. How is that even possible?
- I have the right tools. - He has the right tools.
In Miami.
(Spanish) Where?
- Hey! - What the...
- Larry? - Jim?
You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?
I got a meeting at the Federal Reserve.
Looks like my guy didn't show.
I'll give him another 45 minutes or so.
I'll just wait on the couch there.
Ed, this is Jim McCord.
John Mitchell's bodyguard.
No, not anymore.
No, started my own firm.
Doing some contract work with the Committee to Re-Elect.
Really?
- You guys hiring? - Definitely.
I want to know
everything that you said to them.
- Verbatim. - No, but, I don't remember
every damn word they said to me, Gordon.
I was trying to keep them occupied.
I warned you about him.
- I predicted this. - Warned him about what?
What did you warn him about, Gordon?
No! Gordon! This is a Cuban locksmith who can't pick a lock.
Sandwiches, gentlemen?
Turkey, ham, tuna fish.
(Spanish) Thank you very much, Dorothy.
(Spanish) Hey, the fingers.
(Spanish) Hey, watch out, animal!
- Well, I'll leave you boys to it. - Thank you.
And you...
- (Spanish) Yes? - You, señor...
are on the first flight back to Miami.
- Okay. - And you're going to collect
the right tools, and you're coming back here tonight.
And we're all going in again.
We cannot break in a third time, Gordon.
We have not broken in once!
- (Spanish) No... no. - (Spanish) Because he fucked it up.
(Spanish) Yes, it can be.
Bernard, I have a little something for Clara.
(Spanish) Thank you, Dorothy.
- (Spanish) Thank you very much. - (Spanish) You're welcome.
- Dorothy. - Gordon.
So, what's the plan?
We're going in through the garage this time.
- Here you go. - Delivery guys
are in and out of there all day.
- Thanks, Cap. - Always taping the lock open.
So no one should notice.
McCord's going to take care of the door.
This is our last chance.
What I meant was are you taking Kevan
to the train station or should I ask St. John?
I think you just answered my question.
Wait. But it's the long weekend.
Remember, Papa?
I have a sociology paper due on Tuesday.
I told you I was leaving today.
Well, can't you wait another day? I barely got to spend time with you.
Well, whose fault is that?
I wish I could.
Come on, sis, we're gonna be late.
- Bye, Mom. - Okay. Bye.
Bye, Papa.
Bye, kiddo.
Bye.
You're going in tonight?
For God's sake, the president just signed
the SALT treaty. He's far ahead in the polls.
Is any of this nickel-and-dime cloak-and-dagger stuff necessary?
We can't afford to take chances with the future of democracy.
Ergo, in through the garage we go.
Howard, that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
Please take a minute to reconsider what you're about to do.
Now here comes the president's helicopter
Marine Helicopter Number One
landing in the plaza on the east side of the east front of the Capitol
arriving almost exactly
exactly as scheduled at 9.30
at the Capitol Plaza.
So that he can go up the steps of the House of Representatives
go into the chamber
and address the members of the House, of the Senate
the Supreme Court, the Diplomatic Corps of Washington
all of whom are inside waiting for him
in the chamber of the House of Representatives.
On the second floor.
NBC News presents the last in its series of programs
on President Nixon's journey to Russia.
Brought to you by Shell
Super Shell, and unleaded Shell of the Future.
- (Spanish) He came prepared. - (Spanish) He came prepared.
What?
Just making sure you're here.
Mr. Speaker...
the President of the United States.
My fellow Americans...
your welcome in this great chamber tonight
has a very special meaning to Mrs. Nixon and to me.
We can be proud that we now have a historic opportunity
to play a great role in helping to achieve
man's oldest dream.
A world in which all nations can enjoy the blessings of peace.
An unparalleled opportunity
has been placed in America's hands.
We can seize this moment, or we can lose it.
We can make good this opportunity
to build a new structure of peace in the world.
Or we can let it slip away.
Let us seize the moment so that our children
and the world's children
can live free of the fears and free of the hatreds
that have been the lot of mankind through the centuries.
- It's two bedrooms, near the beach. - For America
- to continue its role... - It's a steal.
I am not looking to buy a house in Miami.
We must keep America number one economically in the world.
What about split-level?
Jacksonville?
We must keep America moving forward at home...
Maybe.
And then the historians
will write of the year 1972
that this was the year
when America helped to lead the world
up out of the lowlands of constant war
and onto the high plateau
of lasting peace.
- (Spanish) When I left Cuba - (Spanish) When I left Cuba
- I left my life, I left my love - I left my life, I left my love
- When I left Cuba - When I left Cuba
- I left my heart buried - I left my heart buried
(Spanish) Long live Nixon!
- (Spanish) Long live! - (Spanish) Long live!
You know, I'll bet you
we could sell Dean on Project Sapphire right now.
- Maybe even Topaz. - Why stop there? All the Gemstones!
We'll open a goddamned jewelry store!
All the Gemstones! Commie simps aren't gonna know
what hit them.
You know, by the time this is over
we will be able to write our own ticket.
Two? Come with me.
Hey! Jim! Fred!
- Hi. - It's Howard!
Hunt.
Staying busy over at Mullen, I trust.
Actually, I've been working for the White House
doing some exciting stuff.
- So I hear. - Yeah.
This is Fred Jessup.
- Walter. Walter. - This is my good friend Gordon.
Can you call Lewis about Saturday? We still need a fourth.
Nine a.m. tee time. Thanks.
Man, not to boast
but I'm a ten handicap myself, nearly.
Well... we play Chevy Chase.
Club tourney, members only.
Of course, of course.
- I wasn't offering... - Good to see you, Howard.
Yes. See you, Fred.
So that's Angleton, eh?
Snake-hipped son of a bitch.
Is it true about him and Mary Meyer?
Gordon...
if the Company murdered every woman that JFK had an affair with
it'd be a goddamn genocide.
Thank you.
No... no. I just sign for it.
Thank you very much.
If you have money, join Metropolitan.
If you have brains, you join Cosmos.
If you have neither, you join the University Club.
I belong to all three.
Of course, you do.
We have got some Gemstones to sell.
Yes, indeed.
Gentlemen. Gentlemen, come in. Sit. Sit down.
We have here the fruits of your magnificent labors.
Those the transcripts?
Indeed they are.
Shall we dive in?
Page one. Phone conversation.
Tuesday, June 6th, 2.13pm.
Secretary...
"I told him I wanted it curly but long
like Maria Schneider."
Voice, "I told you to go to my guy."
Secretary, "Instead, he chops it all off
and now I look like Shelley Winters."
Voice, "Shelly Winters?"
Secretary, "Shelly Winters."
- "It's..." - Sorry to interrupt, John.
Is that the bug from O'Brien's secretary?
- Correct. - Why don't we jump ahead
to the bug on O'Brien's phone?
You know, get to the meat and potatoes.
Yeah. Let's skip this.
Yes.
This one is... "inoperative."
No.
What about the bug in the smoke detector
in O'Brien's office?
Excellent question.
Yeah, this one is actually my favorite one.
Okay.
Where is it? Oh, yes. Here we go.
Also "inoperative."
- What? - Sorry, in operative?
- Inoperative. - The opposite of operative.
It did not operate.
The only working microphone that you and your team planted
is the one on the phone of the secretary
who now looks like Shelly Winters.
You gentlemen should know I've briefed the president
on the haircut situation
and we think this could be the thing that swings the election.
Thanks for stopping by.
For the record, I did not want to hire McCord.
You made us hire him.
And I want that on the record.
What record?
No one's keeping records of this shit.
What about the files they photographed?
Anything Cuban? Russian? Any dirt at all?
No. Nothing. Zero.
Project Opal, my ass. You should call it Project Turd.
- Put that on the record, Gordon. - Hang on.
There is one idea we didn't pitch you.
It's cheap but devastating.
It's the ability to bury McGovern once and for all.
- No. I think it's too risky. - Are you nuts?
- Mitchell does not need to hear it. - Please...
Hey! Hey! I will be the judge as to whether or not Mitchell hears it.
So then these filthy hippies
you know, covered in McGovern buttons
they just piss, all over the hotel carpet
in the presidential suite.
- They piss all over the carpet? - Like a fire hose.
Like a river of hippie piss.
All in front of the cameras. Right there in front of Cronkite.
It's a classic false flag and cheap. Really cheap.
- Under a million dollars? - Price of a case of beer.
Or a marijuana cigarette.
Do you know who's got that suite booked
the day after McGovern?
No. But I am sure we will be hearing about it.
That poor bastard.
I'll spare you the wait.
It's me.
I am staying in that suite for our convention, you idiots.
And I don't want any goddamn drug addicts
pissing all over my carpet!
Dorothy may have been right about Pissers.
Magruder knew Mitchell's itinerary. He had to.
Son of a bitch let us hang ourselves.
The president is a good man.
Between you and me, I worry about some of the people
with whom he surrounds himself.
Shit.
Howard, please. Lakewood, they called twice.
I will pay them, I promise.
It might be time for some new luggage.
Has he been taking lessons?
He's quite good.
Both your sons are talented musicians.
Of course.
Yeah.
What if I came to Paris?
- Is Papa coming? - What?
Sure, kiddo! We could go to Rue Cler
stop by that little chocolatier, if it's still there.
It'll be just like when we first started dating.
You do know David and Kevan are coming, also?
Do you not want me to come?
- Of course, I want you to come. - Okay.
Let me go get my dusty old suitcase.
Gordon.
- Gordon! - Fuck you, Jeb.
Good morning.
How are you?
Fuck you, Jeb.
I heard you the first time.
May I have a moment of your time, please?
My office.
Okay. Somebody needs to clean this mess up.
That dumbbell McCord needs to fix his bugs
and you need to photograph everything
in the bottom left drawer of O'Brien's desk.
Which drawer?
Bottom left.
Why? What's in the drawer?
That's what he wants you to find out.
You want us to break in a fourth time?
Wait. What do you mean, a fourth time?
Nothing. Spy talk.
Got it.
No. No, Gordon.
I don't care what that little glad-handing frat boy thinks.
No! That's my final word!
Should I pack a raincoat?
- What did Gordon want? - Nothing.
Well, he wants us to hit the DNC again.
I have to tell you, Howard
this is sounding more and more like the Bay of Pigs.
Believe me...
I know.
You heard me. I told Gordon. I'm out.
I'm done.
Oh, God.
I left my passport in the safe at the White House.
I'll be back in a jiffy.
Pack my new brown loafers.
Hey, kiddo.
Where's Papa going? Isn't he coming to Paris with us?
Absolutely, sweetie.
Knock, knock.
Gordon.
Howard.
I told you, I'm out.
I'm going to Paris with my family.
Fuck Paris! Your country needs you.
Look, I'm sorry, Gordon. We can't do this.
We burned through our budget. There is nothing left.
I sent a bunch of old campaign checks to Macho.
He's going to rinse them in his Mexican bank account
and bring the cash up with the boys.
We are flush. We are ready to go.
This does not feel right, Gordon.
Jesus! It feels slapdash.
Risky.
So then we send the Cubans in.
We wait back in the Command Center, you and I.
I have done that before.
Never again.
Never!
So that's it?
You're just going to let them win, huh?
Who, Gordon? Who?
The Democrats? Fuck 'em!
If they elect McGovern
then they deserve all that's coming to them.
I was talking about those son of a bitches
from the Cosmos Club.
Angleton and that...
other prick.
The ones who hung you out to dry
and then walked away, giggling, scot-free.
I saw the way that they high-hatted you.
I've been dealing with bullies like that my whole life.
That's why I left the Bureau.
And now, you and I are working
for the President of the United States of America.
And if we can just deliver him one election...
who knows?
You know, the president may say to you
"Howard, what do you want?"
And you can say
"Mr. President, I want to be CIA Director."
And he will say, "Done."
And all those little sons of bitches
they will be licking your loafers.
And then you can send them out to pasture
writing PR copy for Mullen.
Gordon...
you know that's not how it works.
It works any way that the president wants it to work.
It is about proximity to power.
And you and I are as close as it gets.
What's your big gripe about JFK?
It's that when shit got hairy
that coward
got cold feet and did not do what was right at the Bay of Pigs.
You're better than that. You're better than him.
Thank you, partner.
And head right to Géricault's Raft of the Medusa.
Do not waste your time on the Mona Lisa.
She's overrated and... for tourists.
I wrote it all down, Papa.
Are you sure you can't come?
Maybe I can try to meet you there.
It's fine, Howard, really.
All right. Shove over, squirt.
Okay. I will pay the Lakewood dues. I promise.
Please be careful.
I'll look after him.
Bye, Mama. See you in a month.
(French) Goodbye, sweetheart!
So, Saint's band finally has a name.
We're called Daybreak.
They actually have a gig tonight
if we all wanna go.
It's fine if you can't.
Of course, I want to.
- But, I have to... - But you have to work.
- ...work. - Right.
I don't understand. I taped the lock myself.
Think it was a guard?
I don't know.
Could have been a mailman or something.
- What do we do? - Leave it. Let's go.
- Leave it. - (Spanish) Come on, come on.
- (Spanish) Let's talk to the boss. - (Spanish) He's not gonna like it.
Had it taped over before.
Senator Hubert Humphrey's camp today
predicted that McGovern would fall more than 180 votes short
on the convention's first ballot.
Thereafter, would fail to pick up any major...
Those are the pants you're wearing?
What's wrong with them?
Just so shiny.
It's not an Italian wedding.
Jesus, Gordon, we're in the Command Post.
What does it matter?
What if we were forced to hide
and the only thing that gave away our position
was the blinding sheen emanating from your pants?
Are you ordering me to change my pants?
No. Simply stating a fact.
That were I wearing such glossy, saucy pants tonight
I would change my pants.
Christ.
You know, you complimented these pants in Miami.
That was Miami.
- (Spanish) - The tape on the door was gone.
- Security? - (Spanish) I don't know.
Whatever. We couldn't get in.
What do we do, boss?
Sharp pants.
We abort.
This operation is over.
Shit, I would have gone to De Diego's daughter's wedding
if I knew we weren't gonna go in again.
I wasn't invited.
It was small. Just family.
- (Spanish) Did they invite you? - (Spanish) Yes.
Hang on a minute.
That tape thing, with the door. Could you do that again?
I don't see why not.
I said, "abort."
Mr. Cold Feet.
Fuckin' Kennedy all over again.
Fuckin' Bay of Pigs.
I don't wanna hear another goddamn peep out of you, Frank.
This is my call.
The hell it is.
We were to ordered to take that drawer
and we are going to do it, whether you like it or not.
Gentlemen, do you want to walk away with your tails between your legs
or do you want to fly
with El Halcon?
Hey. You have done enough
for this country.
In the war.
In Cuba.
You have nothing to prove, to me, to anyone.
Least of all, to El Halcon.
Last I checked, this is not Cuba.
This is a democracy. I say we vote.
Up or down, in or out, yes or no.
Whoever wants to go in, raise your hand.
(Italian) You, too, Musculito?
Acere, my wife just served me with divorce papers, so...
So, is that a yes or a no?
It's a... "We don't paid if we don't get in
my life is shit, and I need the money."
Sorry.
Macho?
No way. I'm with you, boss.
Me, too.
Then put your hand down.
Frank, in or out?
Jill St. John canceled on me, so I guess I'm free tonight.
Outstanding.
Jim, we'll let you be the tiebreaker.
I wanna get those mics working.
It's a point of professional pride.
I'm in.
Okay. We do it.
- Fantastic. - All right.
- (Spanish) I'm good. - (Spanish) Thank you, God.
(Spanish)
Hey, Macho.
There's a mailbox right inside, near the garage door.
Can you drop this on your way in?
I'll be stuck here all night.
Acere, it's gonna be fine.
Yeah.
- Tape? - (Spanish)
(Spanish) Free Cuba.
Viva President Nixon!
- Okay. Tighten this. Here. - It's plenty tight.
- I already tightened it. - Tighter.
Thirty-six, 35, 34, 33...
Do you ever miss a day?
Negative.
Thirty.
Unit Two to Unit One.
We're in.
Unit One to Unit Two. Copy that.
Outstanding.
Finally.
So...
who really killed JFK?
Oh, Christ.
I think Cord Meyer knew who really killed JFK.
And then, they killed his wife
so that he would stay quiet about it.
What do you think of that?
I think you are a...
far smarter man than anyone gives you credit for.
Thank you.
Come to think of it
weren't you CIA station chief in Mexico
when Oswald was there?
Oh, God, Gordon.
Hey, Bobby, it's Wills. I'm in the garage.
Yeah, I got a situation down here. I'm coming up.
Where were you on November 22nd, 1963?
I was with Dorothy in a Chinese restaurant
in downtown DC.
Like I told the Warren Commission.
Unit Three to Unit One. Come in. Over.
This is Unit One, over.
Are our guys dressed like hippies? Over.
No. Our guys are wearing suits.
Why? Over.
There are three guys dressed like hippies on six
and they've got flashlights. Over.
Cleaning staff?
Hippies? Cleaning?
Probably cleaning staff. Over.
They've got guns. Over.
Cops.
Stay off this channel, maintain radio silence.
Pack up and get out. Over.
Roger that.
Are we gonna try again tomorrow?
Get them the hell outta there.
Yes, I know.
Come on, Macho.
Unit One to Unit Two. Come in.
Why the hell isn't he answering?
Unit Two to Unit One. They got us.
Let's sit tight. We don't know who they are.
Macho has a room key... to this room.
You get the antenna. I'm gonna pack the bags.
Fuck... fuck. Oh, fuck!
- What's taking you so long? - It's too tight!
You told me to tighten it!
Don't panic!
Fuck!
Don't panic!
Come on!
Come on! Hurry!
Edward Martin.
What were you doing here?
Holy shit. Check this out.
Found this on 'em.
Who brings that much cash to a burglary?
Did you rob some place before coming here?
Who the fuck are you guys?
Come on... come on. Let's go!
Hurry up!
- Just keep moving. - Easy for you to say.
Now you know how that stupid CIA gait-alterer felt.
Whoa... whoa.
- Casual. - Let's hope your amigos
can keep their mouths shut.
We can't blame this one on the junkies.
The Cubans will never talk. Ever.
Nothing leads back to us. We're fine.
Lakewood Country Club? You a member?
- Bye-bye. - All right. Let's go.
(Spanish) Goodbye, my friends.
Mr. Martin.
Translator: IYUNO