Frost\Nixon Page #9

No!

And threatening to derail

the whole enterprise.

Look. If there is anyone here

who thinks we're gonna fail,

they better leave now,

or it'll infect everyone else.

No one?

Right.

Good.

Now, I suggest instead of festering

around the hotel for the next five days,

we all go our separate ways over Easter.

But before we go, Caroline

and I would like you

to join us for a little

celebratory dinner

at Patrick Terrail's new place.

Celebrate? Celebrate what, David?

The fact that we're all gonna

be working at Burger King?

What are we celebrating?

It's my birthday, Bob!

I'd like to celebrate my

birthday with a few friends.

Look, is that Neil Diamond?

Frost and Nixon, Frost and Nixon

And is that Sammy Cahn?

Go together like Prancer and Vixen

David, did you hear that?

Soaring through the airwaves

Jesus, that's Hugh Hefner.

Oh, my God.

Hoping for several hefty paydays

Yeah, I think it is. With Michael York.

That's gotta be Bunnies.

Those are Bunnies?

Those are real Bunnies?

Frost and Nixon, Frost and Nixon

Go together like Mason and Dixon

David, just putting it all together it's

the most extraordinary accomplishment.

Frost lines up with Dicky...

No one else could have done that.

And these interviews are always

gonna be around for future generations

of academics and political historians.

That bad?

He saved it

He wrote a book Now here's the hook

David!

Patrick.

He's not a crook He's paid by David

My, what a festive atmosphere.

Please, don't get up.

I take it from this that the

interviews have gone well?

Better than that, ma'am. It's a shutout.

The President's

sitting on an 11-0 lead.

Really? Well. Yeah.

Well, that is most gratifying.

I'm so glad it's all

gone according to plan.

I see.

Is there nothing we can do?

Really?

Right. Well, thanks for letting me know.

It's true. They've dropped

the Australian show.

Oh, no, David.

They felt that I needed to

reevaluate my priorities.

Now my producer's worried that

the London show will follow.

I'm in this for everything I've got,

and there's still no guarantee

it'll ever see the light of day.

What have I done? What was I

thinking? Why didn't anyone stop me?

They should have physically stopped me!

No, no, no. Shh.

Look, we don't have to go out

tonight. Why don't we stay in?

Hmm?

I'll go down to Trader Vic's

and bring something back.

Steak or fish?

David?

Don't worry. I'll call

from the restaurant.

I'll have a cheeseburger.

Mmm. That sounds good. I

used to love cheeseburgers,

but Dr. Lundgren made me give them up.

He switched me to cottage

cheese and pineapple instead.

He calls them my Hawaiian burgers,

but they don't taste

like burgers at all.

They taste like Styrofoam.

I hope I'm not disturbing.

No.

It's a Friday night.

You've probably got somebody

there whom you're entertaining.

No.

Well, then what are you doing?

A handsome young fellow,

an eligible young bachelor

alone on a Friday night.

If you must know, I'm

preparing for our final session.

The all-important final session.

Yes. Watergate.

'Cause I guess the way you

handle Watergate's gonna determine

whether these interviews

are a success or a failure.

Should I be nervous?

Well, I'm gonna give it my best shot.

Quite right. No holds

barred. No holds barred.

You know, it's strange.

Now, we have sat in chairs

opposite one another,

talking for hours,

it seems, days on end,

and yet I've hardly gotten to know you.

One of my people, as

part of the preparation

for this interview, she

did a profile on you.

And I'm sorry to say that I just

got around to reading it tonight.

There's some interesting stuff in there.

Your Methodist background,

the modest circumstances,

and then you're off to a grand

university full of richer, posher types.

What was it? Oxford?

Cambridge.

Did the snobs there

look down on you, too?

Of course they did. That's our

tragedy, isn't it, Mr. Frost?

No matter how high we get,

they still look down at us.

I really don't know what

you're talking about.

Yes, you do.

Now, come on. No matter how many awards

or column inches are written about you

or how high the elected office

is for me, it's still not enough.

We still feel like the little man,

the loser they told us

we were a hundred times.

The smart-asses at college,

the high-ups, the well-born,

the people whose respect we

really wanted, really craved.

And isn't that why we work so hard

now, why we fight for every inch,

scrambling our way up

in undignified fashion?

If we're honest for a minute, if we

reflect privately just for a moment,

if we allow ourselves a glimpse into

that shadowy place we call our soul,

isn't that why we're

here now? The two of us?

Looking for a way back into the sun,

into the limelight, back

onto the winner's podium.

Because we could feel it slipping away.

We were headed, both

of us, for the dirt!

A place the snobs always

told us that we'd end up.

Face in the dust.

Humiliated all the more for

having tried so pitifully hard.

Well, to hell with that!

We're not gonna let that

happen, either of us.

We're gonna show those bums.

We're gonna make them choke

on our continued success,

our continued headlines, our

continued awards and power and glory!

We are gonna make those

motherfuckers choke!

Am I right?

You are. Except only one of us can win.

Yes.

And I shall be your fiercest adversary.

I shall come at you

with everything I got,

because the limelight can

only shine on one of us.

And for the other,

it'll be the wilderness,

with nothing and no one for company

but those voices ringing in our head.

You can probably tell I've had a drink.

It's not too many. Just one or two.

But you believe me,

when the time comes, I'm gonna

be focused and ready for battle.

Good night, Mr. Frost.

Good night,

Mr. President.

So with or without

cheese? I brought burgers.

David?

I've got to work.

Well, who was the a**hole that did?

Jesus, is that Liddy?

He must be a little nuts.

Yeah, he is.

I mean, he just isn't

well screwed on, is he?

Isn't that the problem?

Yeah, screw the Cabinet

and the rest of those.

But no more sucking around.

From now on, they come to me.

There is one thing that I want done,

and I don't want any argument about it.

I want you to direct the

most trusted person you have

in the Immigration Service

that they are to look over all the

activities at the Los Angeles Times.

AII, underlined. And they are

to send their teams in to see

whether they are violating

the wetback thing.

Is that clear? Yes, sir.

You open that scab, there's

a hell of a lot of things that

we just feel that it

would be very detrimental

to have this thing go any further.

Hello?

Jim, it's David.

Hey. What time is it?

How much longer are you

gonna be in D.C. for?

Tuesday. Till Tuesday.

Great. Well, you remember you mentioned

going to the Federal Courthouse library?

Honey, can you check on him, please?

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