Nixon movie script
Text / [United States] S. J. Revere, C. Wilkinson, O. Stone
Translated by Xu Jiansheng
[Editor's note]: The famous American film director Oliver Stone made a shocking film "JFK" in 1991. This more than three-hour "feature film" tells the audience with great certainty that Lee Harvey Oswald was the sole murderer, released to the public by the Warren Commission investigating the assassination of President Kennedy. The conclusion is deceiving. Through the private investigation of a fictional character, Orleans' former District Attorney Jim Garrison, the film claims Kennedy's death was orchestrated by those opposed to ending the Vietnam War, including corporations and businesses that profited from the Vietnam War, Members of the FBI and CIA, and even Vice President Johnson, who was succeeded by the sudden death of the president. The film cites a large number of testimonials and witnesses, some of which are inserted in the form of documentary clips, which seem to be beyond doubt; there are also fictitious scenes, which are indistinguishable; the witnesses also have real names (but are played by actors) , There are also fictitious, in short, it is true and false. But it launched unmistakably as a "feature film" and competed for the Oscars, winning seven and winning two.
After the film was released, public opinion in the United States was in an uproar. A typical comment says, "When the movie ends and the audience walks out of the theater, they may think that the U.S. government killed its own president. The problem is that many of Stone's 'facts' are either disputed or untrue. words. Or simply fiction. Many critics worry that a powerful work of art will overwhelm the truth, especially in the minds of the generation born after the Kennedy assassination." Everything is at peace. The US government seems to respect the definition of "feature film". As long as it is marked as "feature film", there is no need or reason to pursue it.
The only one who refused to give up was Stone. In 1995, he made another "feature film" "Nixon" that was also more than three hours long, saying that Nixon's downfall was due to his "implications" with Kennedy's assassination. This surprised Kissinger, the close aide of President Kesson, and repeatedly said, "This method has exceeded the limit of creative freedom and has become a deliberate provision of false information." Kissinger cites many facts to prove that Stone was distorting history and distorting Nixon's personality and policies. The film also features Kissinger, played by the actor. Of course, Kissinger has the most say. Kissinger said the film actually showed him sitting on the sidelines of a historic meeting between Nixon and Mao Zedong smoking a cigarette, when he was known to never smoke. The strange thing is that although Kissinger was very concerned about the misleading effect of the film on the public, he said, "Currently, many people learn about the past through film and television, not through the written word. In this era, filmmakers cannot take facts as Erased as a by-product of creative freedom". However, all he could do was complain a few words.
Recently, American film companies have made several films that make fun of their own presidents, portraying the presidents of the United States as idiots and lechers, but the names of these presidents cannot be found on the list of presidents in the history of the United States. In the eyes of Americans, the "President" is nothing more than the highest-ranking public servant. It should be done well. It is not news. If there is a slight error, it will give the mass media the opportunity to grab headlines and make endless noise. So it's totally harmless to make up a joke about the president. However, it seems that it is rare in the history of American films to use the real president and real events as negative articles like Stone, and one after another, with no intention of giving up. The film "Nixon" didn't win the Oscar this time like "JFK", because Stone went too far this time and angered the judges of the American Academy of Awards, or because the Academy thought it would not last long and refused to give it. The prize is unknown. But despite this, "Nixon" caused a huge sensation and became one of the most watched films of the year.
[Editor's note] This is the script for the film "Nixon". During filming, the director may think it is necessary to modify the lines. So there will inevitably be some movement in the script. Also, sometimes scenes are shot out of chronological order, and it is only at the final editing stage that decisions are made about how to arrange the shots to produce the best results. Finally, the editing stage itself also leads to revisions. Because the director tries to arrange and express the material according to his own creative style and narrative experience. Therefore, the script may differ slightly from the film in some places.
prelude
The prologue text appears on the black screen:
The film attempts to reproduce a real thirty-seventh president of the United States, Richard Nixon. It was shot based on many publicly available footage and incomplete historical records.
Due to the length of the film, events and characters are compressed, and some scenes of the protagonist are made on speculation.
On a makeshift screen we read the famous quote from Matthew (Note 1): "What good is a man if he gains the whole world but loses his soul?" The camera fades to—
A 16mm black and white film shown by a training salesman. At this point, sales manager Bob is chatting with new salesman Earl.
Bob: No problem, your product must be good, Earl. But you have to remember what exactly you are selling. (Pause) It's you.
1. Interior, Watergate Hotel, Conference Hall. night.
Seven men in shirts and ties sat at a table in the dimly lit room. They smoked Cuban cigars and watched the film lazily.
Subtitle: "June 17, 1972. Location: Watergate Hotel"
A handyman yawns as he clears the messy cups and dishes on the table. A waiter was pouring wine from a large glass bottle.
A bald man in his fifties threw a five-dollar bill on the table. He is Howard Hunter (Note 2).
Hunter: Never mind.
The waiter put down the bottle, picked up the bill, and followed the handyman out of the room.
The moment they closed the door, Gordon Liddy stood up and locked the door. The others were now clearly visible, putting on their coats and taking out technical equipment from briefcases and purses for inspection. They are Frank Sturges, Bernard Barker, Eugenio Martinez, Fergilio Gonzalez and James McCord (Note 4).
Liddy (looking at his watch): It's one twenty-one. mark.
Sturges rubbed his eyes and drank the wine from his glass in one gulp. Liddy took out a stack of money from his pocket and began to distribute hundred-yuan bills to his subordinates.
Liddy: In case you need to bribe the police or something. But don't use it all at once. We're going to work in McGovern's office tonight.
McCord shook his head.
Liddy: It's an order from the White House, man.
Liddy walked past Hunter, who was browsing a Spanish-language newspaper.
Liddy: Howard... heck, what are you doing?
Hunter: Greyhound racing...the cold season starts tomorrow. (ignoring Liddy's look) It calms me down. I don't like going in and out of the same building four times.
Liddy muttered an epigram in German.
Hunter: Mein Kampf? (Note 6)
Liddy: "A warrior with an iron will was cut off by a thread." - Nietzsche.
Hunter: Personally, I like lightning-fast greyhounds.
Liddy (to everyone): "Remember—listen! It's on fire throughout the day. Keep your walkie-talkies on for the entire dive. Check it out for yourself. Fake ID, no wallets, No keys. Where shall we meet? Watergate Hotel, room 214. What time? Three o'clock sharp.
Sturges: Oh, Mein führer.
Liddy (squinting, swinging gun): Don't mess with me, Frank, I'll beat you up.
HUNTER (rising, passing in front of them): Shall we get the fuck out of here? girls.
Liddy: If anything happens, you all just go home and don't move - wait for me or Howard to call.
HUNTER (leaning aside): If it was me, I'd call the President of the United States.
Hunt followed Liddy out of the room, where there was a nervous snicker. The rest of them filed out through a door behind the screen.
That training video is right at the end. Bob put a hand on Earl's shoulder.
Bob: Remember, Earl, always look them in the eye. (looks at camera) Sincerity sells everything.
The film rolls away, the screen goes black, and the sound of newscasts and doors closing in the darkened room.
Newscast (Voiceover): Five men wearing surgical gloves, suits, cameras and electronic listening devices were arrested this morning at the Democratic National Committee headquarters in Washington. They were not armed. No one knows why they went there or what they were looking for...
(fade in)
2. EXTERIOR, THE WHITE HOUSE, NIGHT (1973).
The opening credits begin.
It was a gloomy night in November and the camera shot through the black iron bars of the fence to the front of the main building. A room on the second floor was lit.
The camera goes through the fence, over the lawn, and toward the light. The dead leaves were blown up by the wind. A line of subtitles appears: "November 1973"
A black limousine drove towards the West Building of the White House. A heavily armed guard walked forward with a police dog on a leash.
The window slid open a crack, and the guard peered into the car. Then he opened the car door.
Guard: Good evening. General Haig.
General Alexander Haig got out of the car and went up the steps. In his hand he was holding an envelope made of manila paper. As he walks through the doors of the White House, we hear clips from news stories from the previous year. The sounds come and go, overlapping each other.
Reporter (Voiceover): Justice John Serica today sentenced the Watergate infiltrator to up to 40 years in prison...The White House continues to deny any involvement...
3. INT. WHITE HOUSE, WEST LOBBY, NIGHT.
Haig entered and stepped upstairs. The building was dark and quiet. like a tomb.
REPORTER (Voiceover, continued): President's attorney John Dean testified before the Senate Watergate Committee that this scandal has reached the very top...
Mobile Photography: A low-angle shot of Haig's shiny black leather shoes walking down the long corridor on the second floor.
REPORTER (Voiceover, continued): Presidential Assistants Haldeman and Ehrlichman were forced to resign...In a shocking statement, White House aide Alexander Butterfield revealed that there was indeed a secret recording system ...
Close-up: The manila envelope in Haig's.
REPORTER (Voiceover, continued): The President has dismissed Watergate Special Prosecutor Archibald Cox, resulting in the deepest constitutional crisis in American history...
Haig stopped at a door and knocked softly. no answer.
REPORTER (Voiceover, continued): Justice Serica has ordered the President to hand over his tapes...
Haig opened the door.
4. INT. WHITE HOUSE, LINCOLN ROOM, NIGHT.
It was a small, modest room with a portrait of Lincoln hanging prominently above the fireplace. Haig was standing in the doorway with the envelope in his hand.
Hague: Here's your tape, Mr. President.
Richard Nixon sat in the shadows, silhouetted by the fire. The air conditioner is running at full power. Haig walked across the room, opened the envelope, and took out a roll of tape.
Nixon sat in a small armchair in the corner. There is a tape recorder and a pair of headphones on a coffee table next to it, and a large glass of whisky next to it. Haig handed Nixon the envelope containing the tape.
Nixon: Is it July 20th?
Hague: It says on it. And July 23rd. In addition to this year's - March 21st. these are……
Nixon squinted at the fire at the label.
Hague: ...the lawyers feel that...the tapes that would form the basis of the lawsuit.
Nixon tried putting the tape into the tape recorder.
Nixon: Nixon never got these things right.
The tape fell to the ground.
Nixon: Damn it!
Haig picked up the tape and walked over to the table, reaching for the light.
Haig: Do you mind?
Nixon gestured awkwardly. Haig turned on the lamp. The first time we saw Nixon's face, he hadn't slept in days, dark eyes, sunken cheeks, tired figure. He hated the lights and made a strange noise—the effect of sleeping pills.
Haig: I'm sorry...
Nixon (gestures): ...fuck you.
Haig loaded the machine with tapes, Nixon watched, recalling.
Nixon: ...you know, Al, if Hoover was alive, none of this would have happened. They protect the president.
Hague: Mr. Hoover is a realist.
Nixon: I trust Mitchell (note 8). But his damn long-mouthed wife.
Hague: At least Mitchell came forward.
Nixon: Not like the others—Dean, McCord...we must never give our bottom line, Al. People have forgotten. I mean, "Fuck you, Mr. President, fuck your Tricia, fuck your Juliet!" It's all bullshit, it's all empty talk, how violent that is! The tear gas, the riots, the conscription card burning, the "Black Panthers" (note 10)—we've all pacified, Al. But they hate me for that - those two-faced bastards. They took that traitor Ellsberg to the sky because he stole secrets, but they all jumped on me because I was Nixon (repeated)... They hated Nixon all the time.
Haig loaded the tape.
Haig: Can I say a word? Mr President.
Nixon: It's no secret, Al.
Haig: You're a great role model for the nation now, and that image has never been greater, sir, but...you need to show up, sir, and talk to the people. Everyone I know treats you... at a distance.
Nixon looked at him, moved by his concern.
Nixon: I've never been a gangster, Al. You know, "Oh, I couldn't sleep last night, I was thinking about my mom, she beat me" - that kind of crap, you know that psychoanalysis stuff... my mom... the more I The more open-minded they are, the more they hate me. I've become... a poor bastard. If I did pull out of Vietnam when they wanted to, do you think Watergate would still happen? Do you still think the establishment would give a shit about a three-category infiltrate? But did I do that? Did you withdraw? Did I get out (he stares, waiting)?
Haig: No, sir, you don't.
Nixon: Fuck that. But there are a lot of fucking people out there who want to believe...that's the point, right? They want to trust the president.
He suddenly said that he was tired and covered his face with his hands.
Haig: Sir, it's all done for you. Just press this key. Good night, Mr. President.
Nixon: You know, Al, people in your business...you just give them a pistol and you walk out the door. (Hague: I don't have a pistol.) Good night. Al...
Haig closed the door softly. Nixon took a swig of whiskey, then looked down at the tape recorder. He put on his earphones, tapped the "fast forward" button, and spoke quickly.
Nixon: Damn it!
He pressed the "stop" button, put on his glasses, watched the tape recorder carefully for a while, and finally pressed the "play" button. voice. It was almost inaudible at first. Nixon leaned forward and listened.
Nixon (voice on tape): What did they do? ! I do not know. Why did they enter O'Brien's office in the first place?
HALDEMAN (voice on tape): Evidently bugging and filming documents. (Flashback)
5. INTERNATIONAL SCREEN, ADMINISTRATIVE OFFICE BUILDING, PRESIDENT'S OFFICE, DAY (1972).
Subtitle: "June 1972"
In Nixon's secret office, the stern leader of the group was Bob Haldeman with a shaved head, who sat across the table with a folder spread out on his lap. Sitting behind his desk, Nixon looked much healthier than in the previous shot. Also present were John Ehrlichman, Kuiwu's domestic affairs adviser, and John Dean, a yellow-haired, gentlemanly counselor.
Nixon (continued) But O'Brien doesn't use that office at all. The Democratic Party headquarters has moved to Miami. There is nothing there!
Haldeman: That was just a tentative expedition. Apparently their fourth attempt to hit the Democratic Party headquarters. (NIXON: Their fourth time!) Probably they are looking for evidence that Howard Hughes is illegally donating to the Democrats so the Democrats can't make a big fuss about your Hughes donations.
Nixon: Donate! Mine is a legitimate donation. Who the fuck authorized this? Colson?
Ehrlichman (shaking his head): Coulson had no idea that he was as pure as a virgin in this matter. Whether the infiltrators knew what they were looking for was unknown. Their target later that night was McGovern's office.
Nixon: Jesus! Did Mitchell know?
Ehrlichman: Mitchell's going crazy right now, and Martha just slammed her head out of a glass window.
Nixon: God! Bumped through a window?
Haldeman: It was her fist, her fist pierced a glass door.
Ehrlichman: They had to take her to Bellevue Hospital anyway. Maybe she'll be hospitalized this time.
A signal sound.
Nixon: Martha is an idiot, she can do anything stupid to get John's attention. If Mitchell had been paying attention to his own mess instead of the lunatic, we wouldn't let that Magruder kid do some third-rate theft! Will he let me hold the handle?
Ehrlichman: Mitchell?
Nixon: No! Magruder! That son of a bitch is driving me to a screeching halt.
Dean: I think the bigger issue is the guy who got arrested, McCord -- James McCord -- who was in charge of the "re-election committee," and it looks like he was a former CIA guy.
Nixon: "Formerly CIA guys'? There's no 'Former CIA guys' at all, John -- they're all 'Alumni Association,' guys. Was he with those guys who were whining at us?
Ehrlichman: McCord? ...
Nixon: Find out what he's been doing on the "Chairman for Re-election." There may be trouble in it. It's a trap for the CIA guys to find their way.
In the paragraphs below, footage of these people standing up is interspersed with footage of McCord, Liddy, Magruder, Mitchell, Martha, and Hunter.
HALDEMAN (looking at Ehrlichman): We feel more important is Gordon Liddy...
Nixon: That softie! What's up with him?
Haldeman: Well, you know, sir, he's too wild. Here he had worked with "the foreman" (note 13). Now in charge of Watergate. You remember he had a plan to set fire to the Brookings with Cubans pretending to be firefighters. He wants to buy a fucking fire truck! Magruder thought he was too arrogant and might have exposed things.
Nixon: What does Liddy have?
Haldeman: Apparently he used some campaign funds that had been laundered by Mexicans. The FBI is pursuing the matter. We may have problems with this.
Dean: ...but that's just campaign finance violations after all...
Haldeman: ...and if Liddy gets penalized for Watergate, we can take care of him...
Nixon (checking his watch): I don't have time to listen to all this crap! (to Haldeman) You handle it, Bob! Don't let the White House get in the way. What else is going on? Kissinger's waiting - if I don't see him, he'll lose his temper again and threaten to quit... (sigh)
Ehrlichman (reluctantly): Well, sir...it looks like--one of the people involved is still on our White House payroll, you understand.
Nixon: Who? Wouldn't he be another "good Cuban guy"?
Haldeman: No, sir. It's a guy named Hunter.
Nixon stopped, stunned.
Nixon: Hunter? Howard Hunter?
Ehrlichman: He left his White House phone number in his hotel room.
Haldeman: He worked for Coulson. Colson used him for Pentagon papers. We're looking into when he officially stepped down as a White House aide. After the arrest, he hid the recordings of his illegally wiretapped phone calls in his safe at the White House.
Nixon (in disbelief): Howard Hunter worked for the White House? fart! Just a fucking Disneyland! Since when?
Ehrlichman: From Chappaquiddick Island (note 15). You were trying to find something wrong with Kennedy. Coulson brought him in.
Dean: You know Hunter, sir?
Nixon (disturbed): On the haters list, I know who he is. And I also know his old bottom. (Pause) You said he was involved in the "Foreman" thing?
Haldeman: Sure. After Bremer shot Wallace, (Note 16) Coulson had him infiltrate Bremer's apartment to place McGovern campaign papers.
Nixon (proudly): I have nothing to do with it. Did he... have something to do with the Ellsberg thing too?
Haldeman: Yes, you approve, sir.
Nixon: I approve?
Haldeman: Right after the Pentagon Papers. They go in and get people's psychiatric reports.
Nixon: Damn it.
Haldeman: We were working for China...
Nixon sat down in a chair and shook his head. He stared straight into the camera. (toggle)
6. INTERIOR, OVAL OFFICE, DAY (1971).
The president's team gathered in silence, their eyes fixed on the front page of The New York Times.
Subtitle: "June 1971 - a year ago."
Insert headlines: "Pentagon Secretly Studying Vietnam", "Pentagon Papers Debunks Government Lies."
The clipping of the reporter's speech that appeared earlier continues throughout this paragraph.
Reporter (Voiceover): The New York Times today began publishing 47 volumes of top-secret documents related to the Vietnam War. The documents expose a slew of lies about the U.S. involvement in the Vietnam War...
Nixon dropped the newspaper in disgust. Feed his Irish Spaniel "King Timaho" with a biscuit. Just then, Henry Kissinger crossed the room, looking more flustered than the others.
Kissinger: Mr. President, we are in a revolutionary situation. We were surrounded by "—the Black Panther Party" and "Members of the Weatherman Party" (Note 17). Rogers' State Department was riddled with holes like a sieve. And now I'm looking for a nobody named Ellsberg to reveal all of our country's diplomatic secrets. This will destroy our ability to carry out foreign policy!
Nixon (feeds the dog): Eat, Tim...Tim. I'm as embattled as you are, Henry, but don't you think it's the Democrats' problem. The war they started, the war discredited them.
Kissinger: Mr. President, now any traitor can leak the secret, how do we deal with the Soviets and the Chinese, and who else will believe us: even those petty Vietnamese will never, ever - disagree with and We hold secret negotiations. It makes you look like a useless person, Mr. President.
Haldeman: He's right about one thing, sir. I have spoken to Lyndon. The "Pentagon Papers" thing has scared the shit out of him. The whole thing collapsed and slumped. He feels that the country is over, and you can't cure anything as president.
Nixon froze, bending over and holding the biscuit, but the dog would not come forward.
Nixon (on fire): Damn it! How long the fuck have we had this dog? ! It's been two years and it still doesn't come up! We need a dog that looks happy when the pressure is on.
Ed Heman: Well, it looks like. Feed it some bones to try?
Kissinger (can't stand it anymore): Mr. President, Vietnamese, Soviet...
Nixon finally threw the biscuit to the dog and looked at Kissinger.
Nixon (to Ehrlichman): Fuck! It doesn't like me, John! (to Kissinger) It's your fault, Henry.
Kissinger: What did you say—
Nixon: Your people leaked it to The Times. Isn't this Ellsberg your student at Harvard? He was your favorite student, why do you suddenly hide that?
Kissinger: He was, he was. We once taught a class together at Harvard. But you know the intellectuals of the "Famous University Students Association" who specialize in stabbing knives in the back, they won't...
Nixon (coldly): No, Henry, I don't know.
Kissinger: He later became an addict, he shot people from a helicopter in Vietnam, he and his wife had sex in front of their children. He freaked out in Los Angeles. He is a complete waste. But now he wants to be a liberal hero... If he does that, everyone will follow his example. We must stop him at all costs.
Colson: Sir, can I say a word?
Nixon: Come on, Chuck.
Collin: For three years, I've been watching people in this government just get promoted, ignore your orders, and create embarrassment for your administration. I can't stand it all! We've been doing our part all the time, and it just doesn't work!
Mitchell (to Nixon): We could sue The New York Times for an injunction...
Nixon: ...but not this time, there's a douchebag who's going to turn the damn thing upside down, John. The question is how to push Ellsberg so hard that it all falls on the whistleblower.
Colson: Can we connect Ellsberg with the Soviets?
Nixon: Well, I like the idea. Another question is: how do we plug these leaks once and for all? Who is going to talk to the press? (looking directly at Henry) Henry, you've been bugging your people's phones for two fucking years.
Kissinger: To protect you, Mr. President.
COULSON (interrupting): Rather protect yourself. clustered together...
Kissinger gave Coulson a hard look, but Nixon didn't see it.
Kissinger (steps back): What right do you have to talk like that, you nameless rat...
Nixon: …what are we doing here? Endless shit, crap, crap! Someone is messing around. We must stop the leak, Henry, at all costs, did you hear me? Then we can go to that big play - China, the Soviet Union.
COULSON: Mr. President, we can do this ourselves. The CIA and FBI don't care about it right now. We could have our own intelligence organization -- right here, in the White House.
The camera moves slowly to Nixon, who is thinking about the proposal.
Nixon: Yeah, why not?
Haldeman: Our own intelligence capabilities -- to stop leaks?
Colson: Yeah, like "Foreman."
Nixon smiled slightly.
Nixon: I like it, I like the idea.
Ehrlichman: Is this legal? (Pause) Did I mean people have done this before?
Nixon: Of course. Lyndon Johnson, F. Kennedy, Franklin Roosevelt—I mean, in 1948, Truman snatched up my Heath investigation.
Mitchell: That's illegal, what he did...
Nixon, you know, you have to be hard-hearted about this kind of thing. Once someone leaks the news, the whole class should be replaced. Really, you have to do it like the Germans did in World War II. If they go into the village and a guy shoots them a black gun, they're going to fuck up the whole village and say, "If you don't tell me, you'll all be shot." I really think that's how it should be done. I don't think you can be good gentlemen anymore...
COULSON: At your word, sir, and I'll kill Ellsberg myself.
Ehrlichmann: We are not German, sir...
Nixon: The problem is not with Ellsberg. Pentagon papers are also not a problem. (Almost to himself) The problem is that lie.
There was a moment of silence, and everyone in the room was savoring the sentence. Mitchell, the oldest of the group, smoked his pipe, expressionless.
Mitchell: Lies?
Nixon: You remember, John, 1948—no one believed Alger Hiss was a Communist. Except me. They love Heath the way they love Ellsberg the jumping clown now. East Coast, "Student Association of Top Universities." He is their kind. I was worthless in their eyes at the time. Nothing counts.
As they talk, Alger Heath and a montage of bygone scenes - photos of the infamous 1948 Heath case, Heath, Chambers and a young Nixon on microfilm. Titled "Heath Convicted". Truman, Mrs. Roosevelt, and a beaming Eisenhower shook hands with Nixon.
Mitchell (to the people in the room) And Dick's got them all over the place.
Nixon: If Heath hadn't lied about knowing Chambers, neither would I. Those documents are old and outdated, like these Pentagon papers. The point is that we prove that the Heath is lying. Then people believed he was a spy. (Pause) It was the lie that did you a favor.
Mitchell (to people in the room) Heath was there to protect his wife. I've always thought so.
Nixon (in words): When people know what you're protecting, they can piss you off!
Haldeman: What is this bastard, Ellsberg, protecting?
Colson: His liberal elite group of friends. His Harvard Ph.D., "I'm better at shit than you".
Kissinger waited. Nixon noticed people. The camera is increasingly focused on the president. He looked angry and spoke fiercely.
Nixon (continuing) Well, Henry—we'll do as you say. Run over the jumping clown Ellsberg like he did to Heath!
Kissinger (interrupting): No choice.
Nixon: We're going to slap him so hard that he looks like he has a deep hatred for the "Eastern Gatekeepers." (to Coulson) You and your 'foreman' go find out what's wrong with this guy - let's watch him walk into the bathroom in front of the American public! When we're done with him, people will crucify him!
(flashback toggle)
7. INT. Fielding Psychiatric Clinic, Night (1971).
Subtitle: "The Psychiatric Clinic Ellsberg Attended. 1971"
Another infiltration operation is underway. Liddy wears a wig, thick glasses, and dentures. We also saw three other "Cubans" (Buck and Martinez who participated in Watergate and De Dilly who did not). They sneak in and turn the office around in a mess. In a series of close-up shots, we see one hand quickly opening file cabinets and pulling open desk drawers.
Reporter (Voiceover, continued): The Nixon administration responded by issuing a ban on The New York Times to prevent further publication...President Nixon denounced the "Pentagon Papers" case as the most complete destruction of the nation in American history...leaving those File's Daniel Ellsberg was indicted in federal court today...
During this process, a powerful strobe flashed continuously. The man who took the photo was looking for evidence, and suddenly photographed his accomplice in the light, buried under a 70s-style wig with the startled face - Howard Hunter. Hunter is enraged, "Fuck you - get rid of this fucking roll of film!" (toggle)
8. INTERIOR, OFFICE BUILDING, PRESIDENT'S OFFICE, DAY (1972).
Back to the previous scene - close-up, Nixon thinks of Howard Hunter, with Haldeman watching.
Nixon: Howard Hunter? ...God, this bastard you enabled...how much trouble you have caused.
Haldeman: What do you mean, sir?
Nixon avoided answering.
Nixon: Where is Hunter now?
Ehrlichman: Hiding. He sent Liddy to talk to me.
Nixon: What else?
Ehrlichman: He wants money.
Nixon: Give him money.
Ehrlichman: Give him money? I told him to get out of the country. This is so stupid, if it started...
Nixon: What the hell are you doing, Ehrlichman--with the CIA? I don't care how much he asks - give him money.
Haldeman: But what are we paying for him?
Nixon: Silence!
HALDEMAN: But sir, can't get to you--no one here gave orders to infiltrate that damned Watergate Hotel. We are clean. It's just an Ellsberg thing, and once it gets out, it's also "national security."
Nixon: "Safety" is still unreliable.
Haldeman: So how about a secrecy rating? We put it in the Houston plan. Even the name is kept secret.
Nixon: "The National Hierarchy."
Ehrlichman: "Class"? How about "secret", "top secret"?
Dean: I want to use "sensitive".
Nixon: "National Security Level Restriction and Control of Secrets."
Haldeman: Let's do this. I said, we've got to draw a line with those clowns, and that's all we need to do at this point.
After a pause, Nixon looked out into the rose garden.
Nixon: More than that. Probably love more than that. I want to buy Hunter.
Ehrlichman: Oh, sir, we've never done this before...how do we buy it? Should I give... a few hundred? (fake laugh) You put in a black plastic bag full of unmanipulated bills?
Nixon (snapping): John, this is no joke!
Ehrlichman: Yes, sir.
Nixon: We should start a "Cuban" defense fund with this thing and put everything in it.
Haldeman: Are we going to tell Triney about buying those guys? Or Chotiner?
Nixon: No, don't let Trine get involved in this. Chotiner is too old. And for God's sake. And don't let Coulson get involved. (with Dean on camera) Now is the time to use our young assistant. In other words, never talk about it. Attorney and Client Privileges. Ok, deal. And Dean -- you're in charge of that.
Dean Yes sir, don't worry -
Ehrlichman and Dean left quickly, and when the door closed—
Nixon: Bob, did I approve the Ellsberg affair? You know, I'm glad we taped all those conversations because...I never got permission to infiltrate Ellsberg's psych clinic. Or did I approve it after the thing? At some point we'll have to put these tapes into words...
Haldeman: You approved it in advance because I was the one who worked on it with you. But……
Nixon: Oh, sure, nobody wants these tapes, but...
Haldeman: Yes, the more headache is Ehrlichman. He made Hunter use a fake CIA work permit, but...what effect does Hunter have on us?
Nixon again avoided answering.
Nixon: We have to get rid of the FBI. Bob, you go to the CIA and tell Helms, Howard Hunter is blackmailing the president. Tell him that Hunter and his gang of Cuban friends know so fucking much, and that once he makes it public, the CIA will be doomed. He will understand my words.
HALDEMAN (still bewildered): All right.
Nixon: Be firm. That's what they're playing, and we're giving them this one too. Don't lie to Helms, just say no one's involved here, but to be a little comical blunder, sloppy, but not involved. Saying that the president thinks this will reopen the "Bay of Pigs" (note 20). Tell Helms that he should call the FBI, to Pat Gray, that we want to serve the good of the country - stop chasing this little thing, period!
Haldeman: "Bay of Pigs"? ...that's the trouble that Kennedy made. How can it threaten us again?
Nixon: Just do as I say, Bob.
HALDEMAN: Yes, sir, but... do you think Gray would do this?
Nixon: Pat Gray will do everything we ask. That's why I appointed him.
Haldeman: He might make excuses. He can never stand alone.
Nixon (sighs) God, you're right - Gray can make Jerry Ford look like Mozart. (Pause) Just let Helms call him. Everyone is afraid of Helms.
Haldeman: The only problem is: Sir -- that makes us obstructing justice.
Nixon: It's not about justice, it's about national security.
Haldeman: How is this national security?
Nixon: Because the president said so. It is my duty to defend this country from its enemies, and its enemies are all within the walls.
pause. Haldeman was at a loss.
Nixon: I think you used to think that the president was disdainful of doing this kind of thing.
Haldeman: Sir?
Nixon: It's not a "moral" question, Bob. We must corner our enemies or our whole plan will fail. The FBI is full of nasty people, and I put Gray in instead of their people. Vietnam, China, the Soviet Union, you look at the big picture, Bob, and you'll see that we're doing a good thing for the world. Don't let some fucking three-category infiltrate ruin it.
Haldeman: I'll go talk to Helms. (checks his watch) Oh, Pat (note 21) asked if you were going to the "Mansion" for dinner tonight.
Nixon: No, no, not tonight. Don't let her come here. I have a lot to do.
Haldeman: Yes, sir. I'm going to talk to Helms, and, um...what's our attitude to the press on Watergate? What do I ask Ziegler to say to them?
9. INTERIOR, White House, Lincoln Room, Night (1973).
Back to the previous scene - Nixon picked up another glass of wine and looked up at the portrait of Lincoln.
Nixon (voice on tape, yelling): Tell them what we've been saying! Tell them everything, but just can't tell the truth!
Nixon rummaged through the drawers of a writing desk with a retractable hood next to the fireplace as there was an inaudible cacophony of conversation on the tape. He found a small bottle of pills and unscrewed the cap tremblingly. He didn't hold the bottle cap, and the pills were scattered on the table.
Nixon: Fuck!
He began to collect the pills back into the bottle, his hands shaking.
Nixon (mumbles): Get me to this point... let me see the world like this.
He delivered two pills with a sip of whiskey.
Nixon: Why didn't they just fucking shoot me?
Nixon took another sip of wine and bowed his head.
Quick cut back to—
10. INTERIOR, TV STUDIO, NIGHT (1960).
DOCUMENTARY FILE - John F. Kennedy is looking into the camera, tanned, flawless and confident.
Kennedy: I don't think the world can survive long in a state of being half slave and half free. The real problem before us is to prevent the balance of power from turning against us...if we sleep too long in the sixties, Mr. Khrushchev will "bury" our debt...I think it's time for America to start anew Time for action.
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Nixon didn't look good. His clothes were crepe crepe, and there was a small row of shiny beads of sweat on his lower lip. His movements look uncomfortable, mechanical, eyebrow twitching, contrived demeanor, strong on the outside and dry on the inside (the following footage is taken from four debates and various promotional materials. Using material from a documentary called "John F. Kennedy" In the process, the camera switches back and forth on Nixon when there is content outside the debate).
Nixon: … Speaking of experiences, I ask you to remember that I have met President Eisenhower 173 times and the National Security Council 217 times. I have attended 163 Cabinet meetings. I have visited 54 countries, held talks with 35 presidents, 9 prime ministers, 2 emperors, and the Shah of Iran…
11. INTERIOR, TV studio, control room, night.
Pat Nixon, a year older than Dick, was watching her champion through soundproof glass. She enjoys the reputation of "Mona Lisa" in American politics, and has always deeply admired and proud of her husband. At this point, however, she seemed to be disturbed by what she had seen.
As a young Haldeman, he watched the debate on a monitor, with press secretary Herb Klein and others in Nixon's circle. Through the glass we see two candidates.
Nixon's campaign coordinator, the fat Murray Chotiner, came down a row of monitors with a cigar in a bow tie. He secretly flicked a puff of soot on a handsome Kennedy staffer.
Chotiner: I'm sorry, dear.
He had just sat down beside Haldeman when Nixon's dull voice came.
Nixon (on TV monitor): We use hydroelectric power. During our tenure, we have built many more...
Chotiner (in private): God, he told them how many abs he could do? What the hell is wrong with him?
HALDERMAN: He just came out of the hospital, Murray, and he didn't take an hour off during this campaign, thanks to you.
Chotiner: You can at least ask him to find a fitting suit and, for God's sake, give him some makeup. He looked like a stiff corpse!
Nixon (TV): … Speaking of the division of the world situation. We found 590 million on our side, 800 million on the Communist side, and 600 million neutral. The power balance is 5 to 3 against us…
Haldeman: He's wearing makeup and it doesn't help. It's more fake.
Now the monitor shows John F. Kennedy's face.
Chotiner: Does Kennedy look fake? (Pause) He looks like God.
Haldeman: Murray, this is not a beauty contest.
Chotiner: We have to be.
Pat (angrily): How did you arrange for him, Murray? Look at him - he can't. He didn't even need to argue with John F. Kennedy.
Haldeman: Mrs. Nixon, we didn't...
Chotiner: Pat, honey, listen, wait until...
Pat: He didn't have to do that to win.
JFK (TV): ...in his attack on me, Mr. Nixon was careful not to mention my position on Cuba...
Haldeman: Oh, fuck! He's on fire! Finally got this started.
JFK (TV): ...as a result of the policies at the time, we've seen Cuba fall to the Communist side...it takes only 8 minutes for the jets to get to the coast of Florida! Castro's influence will spread throughout Latin America. We must work to strengthen the anti-Castro democratic forces in exile. These fighters have actually never been supported by our government at all!
HALDEMAN (whispering to Klein and Chotiner) You bastard! It was the CIA who figured it out. He hit us with this! He knew we couldn't answer.
Chotiner: What a shame.
Moderator: Mr. Nixon?
Nixon held Kennedy dumbfounded, trying to figure out how to react.
Nixon: I think...I think...that's a very, very dangerous and irresponsible proposal...helping Cuban exiles against Castro, well...not only violates international law, it amounts to...
HALDEMAN (closes his eyes) He's fishing for the moon in the water. Not to mention Khrushchev.
Nixon: … openly inviting Mr. Khrushchev to interfere in Latin American affairs. We will lose all our friends in Latin America.
Klein: He just broke the national security law, Dick! Attack this beast!
JFK: On the one hand, I have never believed that American foreign policy should be at the mercy of the Kremlin. As for...
Klein raised his head, and Chotiner and Haldeman exchanged glances.
The young men in Kennedy's team clapped happily.
Nixon (voice-over): That bastard's material was stolen!
12. INT, "The Ambassador Hotel," Suite, Los Angeles, Dawn (1960).
Nixon stood in the middle of the room, crowded with his people. He hangs his head down in dismay. Pat Nixon watched silently, with a sad expression and tears in his eyes.
Chotiner: He swept every cemetery in Fagago! And Texas - even fucking cows voted for him!
The final numbers of the general election are playing on TV. The numbers showed Kennedy winning by a hundred thousand votes -- 34.2 million to 34.1 million. Electoral College voting closes.
Chotiner: Closest election in history, Dick, and they stole it, bastard!
Nixon: They spend more than we do and cheat. This guy has everything. I just can't believe it. We are the Congress of the land together. I attended his wedding. We are like brothers, for God's sake.
Pat left suddenly. She couldn't take it anymore.
Chotiner looked at Dick as if he was particularly naive.
Haldeman and Klein stood at a table with a flood of feedback reports in front of them.
Klein: We already have the numbers, Dick! Clearly fake - we're asking for a recount.
Haldeman: No one has ever been entangled in a presidential election.
Chotiner: Who will monitor the votes? Democrats control Texas, they control Illinois.
Klein: We transfer 25,000 votes to two states and then…
Chotiner: How long does it take? six months? a year?
Haldeman: In the meantime, what's going to happen to America?
Nixon: That beast! If I had fought him back on Cuba, I would have won. He made me look vulnerable.
Klein (reading transcript): "I feel bad for Nixon because he didn't know who he was. At every stop he had to decide which Nixon he was at the time, which must have been very sad." Jack Kennedy.
Chotiner: Shit!
The camera pans to an increasingly angry Nixon. Klein knew how to set fire.
Klein (reading): "Nixon was a shrewd liar. He had little to say if he had to be factual. If you voted for him, he would surely take you to hell" - Henry S. Truman...that's what got us, Dick, not Cuban -- it's a matter of character. Are we just letting these bastard Democrats get their way?
HALDEMAN (in a low voice): You know, Herb, it's not time...
A close-up of Nixon, the inner devil in action. Something ugly flashed inside Nixon. He may be hot-blooded, or desperate.
Nixon: Damn Kennedy! Attended Harvard. His father gave him everything on a silver plate! They've been biting me all my life. Wrong clothes, wrong school, wrong family. And then he stole it from me! I have nothing, but he steals. (softly, fatally) . They liked him for that. It's not fair, Murray, it's not fair.
Chotiner: Dick, you're only forty-seven, and if you stick to this election, you're done. This time you have to endure. They steal comfortably.
Nixon looked at him, heartbroken. He controlled his reaction and walked out of the room.
Chotiner: We'll settle the bill next time, Dick.
Klein: Why do you think there will be another time, Murray?
Chotiner lifted the corner of a campaign poster with Nixon's head on it and his name in bold black below.
Chotiner: Because he's not the President of the United States now, he's nothing.
13. INTERIOR, Ambassador Hotel, Corridor and Suite, Dawn.
Nixon walked through the corridor soaked in the morning light. He hesitated at the door and knocked softly.
Pat Nixon rolled over speechlessly as her husband walked over to the bed. Both of them sleep in a bed.
Nixon: We lost...
Pat (bitterly): I know...
Nixon: It sucks to lose...
She reached out to touch him. He let her touch him. It seems that intimacy between the two of them is a very difficult thing.
Pat: It gives us a human touch...
Nixon: It's not fair, man. I can't swallow this breath, I can endure being scolded by others, but I will not admit defeat. I hate failure.
Pat: We don't have to make trouble for ourselves, Dick.
Nixon: What do you mean by that? We fight for it. We won. this is ours.
Pat: We know that. (Pause) We just know that. Think about the daughters. They are still young. We never see them. My parents are dead. I don't want them to lose their parents too, I don't want them to grow up without their parents...
Nixon: Maybe I should get out of the game. What do you think, man? Go back to being a lawyer, get something cheap, and save some money at the end... You know I've been thinking about my old man tonight. He is also a loser.
Pat: You're not a loser, Dick.
Nixon: Do you know how much money was in the bank when he died? (Pause) Not a cent. He was so honest... (pause) But I still miss him. I miss him very much.
Nixon looked like he was about to cry. Pat reached out and pulled his head against his shoulder. From his eyes—
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14. EXT. Nixon's Grocery Store, Dusk (1925).
There are gas pumps on the façade, and what we see is a vision of the dry west by Howard Cooper. In the back is a dilapidated house. A burly man in a blood-stained apron came up: Frank Nixon (46)25.
15. INT. Nixon's grocery store, twilight.
Tall, handsome Harold (16)(26) came in whistling. He winked at Richard (12), who was sorting apples from a box. Hannah (39), a sullen but reasonable Quaker, stands behind the counter as she receives a customer.
Richard (whispering): What did he say?
Harold: What do you say? He said there is no free ride in life.
Richard: So what did you say?
Harold: I said I don't need a ride. (a smile flashes across his face) I need a suit.
Richard covered his face with his hands.
Richard: Oh no, Harold. He doesn't understand humor. (looks at his mother worriedly)... Maybe you told your mother that she could...
Harold: I'd rather be whipped than have another reconciliation. Whatever, just don't talk to her.
Richard was terrified, worried that his mother would hear.
Richard: Shhh!
But it was too late, and as the customer left, Hannah looked over and gave her a stern look.
Hannah: Richard... come to me, come on...
Richard (startled, loudly): Why me?
16. INT. Nixon's House, Kitchen, Dusk.
Richard sat obediently, watching his mother's every move. In the presence of his mother, he seemed to be a depressed, unsmiling child, and we felt that this was a state we both took for granted. Hannah stared at Richard very peacefully.
Hannah: Because Harold defied his father's will doesn't deserve your admiration. Harold's glibness should be a warning to you, not a role model.
Richard: Yes, Mom...
Hannah: Harold may have stopped touching his Bible, but you mustn't let it slip.
Then she stretched out her hand.
Hannah: Okay, give it to me...
Richard was about to open his mouth to say that it was none of his business.
Hannah: Don't lie, Richard...that packet of popcorn cigarettes that Harold gave you in the back of the shop this morning.
Richard (lie): I didn't...take it. Mom...I swear, I didn't smoke.
Hannah (withdraws hand): I see... well, Richard, we don't have much to talk about, right?
RICHARD (frightened, blurts out): Please, Mom, I only...only smoked once, Mom, I...I'm so sorry.
Hannah: Me too. Your dad will know you lied.
Richard (horrified): No, no! Please don't. Don't tell him. I don't dare any more. I promise. I promise... (almost crying) Please, Mom...
Hannah (pause): I have high expectations for you, Richard.
He plunged his head into his clothes. Hannah put the pack of cigarettes in her pocket with a faint smile on her face.
Richard: Please! I'll never let you down again, Mom. Forever, I promise.
Hannah: Then this will be our little secret. (She lifts his face and looks at him) Remember, I can see through your soul like a god. You can fool the whole world, even your father, but you can't fool me, Richard. never lie to me.
Richard: Mom, always see me as your faithful puppy...
17. INT. Nixon's Hometown, Kitchen, Night.
Hannah put the meal on the table, and Frank Nixon, with his sleeves rolled up, sat angrily in the upper seat waiting.
Arthur (6) and Donald (9) sit with Richard and Harold. (The fifth boy Edward has not yet been born)
Hannah brought the rest of the food to the two homeless people standing by the kitchen door. Harold immediately reached for his spoon.
Frank: How dare you, Harold!
Harold (smiling slightly): I thought the meal was on the table...
Hannah: We haven't prayed yet. Richard.
Richard (nervously) My turn again?
Hannah nodded. Richard put his hands together and tried to pray.
Richard: Holy Father we humbly thank—
FRANK (interrupting): I'll do it. I have two things to say.
Hannah: Could you at least take off that apron, Frank?
Frank: This blood is money, Hannah. I earn my money and don't feel inferior at all. (clears throat) Holy Father, you said to Adam in the Garden of Eden that since the deal with that snake, man should wash his face with sweat and feed himself. Well, as far as I know, Father, what worked in Eden should work in Whittier, California. So now we ask you to remind some of our young people... (glancing at Harold) The only way to wear a new outfit and go for a walk with Margaret Ohley is to trade work for it, and Margaret Gretel also happens to be a Catholic. (Pause) Amen.
Arthur, with a cute little face, looked up.
Arthur: I like Margaret Ohley too. She is very beautiful. Can we pray now?
The boys started giggling.
Hannah: Arthur!
Frank: Do you think it's funny? (Pause) It won't be long before you guys get out of here to fend for themselves. Because a pretty face can't help you much. Go ask those guys...
Frank waved at the two homeless men, who were crouching on the ground gobbling their meals. They looked up, bewildered.
Frank: Mercy can only get you so far - even with a saint like your mother around. Struggle gives meaning to life, not victory - struggle. Once you stop fighting, they beat you, and you're down on the street with empty hands.
Frank started to eat and the others followed.
NIXON (Voiceover): My mother was a saint, but my old man struggled all his life. You could call him a little guy, a poor man, but they never beat him. Whenever I encounter adversity, I think of these...
18. EXTERNAL, Whittier's Soccer Field, Daytime (1932).
Montage of a football game: Richard (19), 150 pounds, is on the defensive line when he tee off. ("Let's go!") A 200-pound offensive player bumped him. He jumped to his feet, without a mask on his face, injured, but got back on his feet right away. thunderous cheers. We can tell from the cheap jersey that Richard wears that he's a backup. But--
Shots flashed, jumping faster and faster, showing Nixon being rudely bumped every time. He has no chance, but this kid has courage. He came back again and again.
This image of pain and humiliation should be integrated and repeated throughout the film.
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20. INT. Hilton Hotel, Ballroom, Night (1962).
We passed under a pile of balloons and confetti, which the hotel air conditioner blew toward a giant sign: "Please elect Nixon as governor."
Nixon held his hands high—two Vs. The crowd cheered. Subtitle: "1962 California Governor Election."
21. INTERIOR, HILTON HOTEL, SUITE, NIGHT.
Nixon collapsed in an armchair, with his feet on a coffee table, holding a glass of wine, and was failing again.
Haldeman stared blankly at the TV. Pat sat silently and depressedly across the room.
On TV - A newscaster stands in front of a scoreboard with the headline: "Win or Lost, 1962."
Newscaster: President Kennedy has called Governor Pat Brown to congratulate him...
Haldeman: Are we going to make a statement?
Newscaster: ABC now estimates that Brown will beat Richard Nixon by 250,000 more votes.
Nixon raised his glass to the screen and walked to a piano.
Nixon: Thank you, Fidel Castro.
Pat: Are you blaming Castro again this time?
Nixon: Of course I would. The damn missile crisis united the nation behind Kennedy. And he's backing Brown. People are scared and that's why.
Pat: I think Castro played this hand to beat you.
Nixon: Man, before you join the celebration and congratulate me on my defeat, you should remember that people vote not out of love, but out of fear. "Sunday School" or "Whittier Community Theatre" do not teach this (note 28).
HALDEMAN (interrupting): I should go down and do some lodging with our guys.
Haldeman walked away quickly.
On TV: Governor Brown steps into the podium. A band starts playing "Happy Times Again".
Pat (turning back to Dick) I'm so glad they didn't beat you. You forget, I used to live in California, the hard life. Life isn't always fair, Dick...
Nixon interrupted her, played the piano (very well), and sang mournfully—
Nixon: "—the blue sky and the clouds above us, and we sing songs of joy—"... idiot!
Pat turns off the TV.
Nixon (continues playing) You don't want to hear Brown's victory speech?
Pat: No. I don't want to hear any more lectures.
Nixon: For this, Amen.
Pat: It's over, Dick.
Nixon: I will admit defeat tomorrow morning.
Pat: Not this one. (pause) Us.
Nixon stopped playing the piano and looked at her.
Pat (coldly): I've always been by your side. Pregnant, I still insist on running around for you. In "The Little Flower Incident" (Note 29) when Eisenhower asked you to quit, I told you to fight. This time is different, Dick. You have changed. You are already more difficult, as if you are against the whole world. You were not like this before. You frighten me sometimes...I'm fifty now, Dick. I've shaken the hands of so many people - people I don't like, people I don't even know. I don't get it, it seems like I fell asleep a long time ago and haven't caught up with all these years in between...I've had enough.
Nixon approached her awkwardly. Pat leaves him. She went to a window and turned her back to him. Instead of admiring the "scenery," she was trying to look happy in front of other people.
Nixon (confused): What did you say? What are you talking about?
Pat: I'm getting a divorce.
Nixon: My God - Divorce? (Pause.) What about the girls?
Pat: Girls will grow up. They only know you from TV anyway.
Nixon: It's gonna ruin us, man, it's gonna ruin our family.
Pat: You are destroying us. If I'm still with you, you'll bring us down together. (Pause) It's not politics, Dick. This is our life.
Nixon: It's all politics, for Christ's sake! I am politics. And you are also political!
Pat: No, I'm not! I quit.
Pat is very serious. Nixon saw this. He was terrified. It's a throwaway like his mother has been through.
Nixon: That's exactly what they wanted, man. Can't you see it yet? They just want to divide us. beat us. We can't fall for their tricks. We've been through so much together, man...we're a gang.
Pat (sarcastically): That's what you said the first time you met me. You didn't even know me at the time.
A montage of the wedding, in the following paragraph we see a series of shots of the proposal - the campus of Whiterill College, Los Angeles in the thirties; the two are driving together. The wedding; the first child, the Pacific navy captain under a palm tree (note 30); the first run for Congress with Pat; the Eisenhower years…
Nixon (very tenderly): Oh, yes, I did. I told you then that I was going to marry you, didn't I? First date...I said this because I knew...I knew you were the one...so strong, so tough...and so beautiful. You're the most beautiful I've ever seen...I don't wanna lose you man, forever...(Cross Clip)
Nixon longed for tenderness. He put a hand on her arm and tried to gently pull her towards him and kiss her.
Pat: Dick, don't...
Nixon: Man, look at me... look at me. Do you really want me to quit?
She looked out the window. for a long time.
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