The Assassination of Richard Nixon Page #4

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

As I told you when I took you on...

I only hire married men.

A single salesman is distracted.

A divorced salesman fails at selling,|the same as marriage.

It's all right for a guy to...

lie to some broad|about not being married when he is.

That's fine. That's to be expected.

But you wouldn't expect that guy|to lie to his boss, would you?

I guess I did try to pick up on that woman.

I didn't want you to think|that I was being dishonest to my wife.

You did try to pick her up then?

Yes.

My son was correct|in his estimation of your character?

Yes.

And if I were to ask|you and your wife to join...

me and Marty and our wives for dinner|in, say, a week or two...

that would be okay with you?

Yes, I think that...

she'd like that very much.

When I was little I was taught|not to be rude, Mr. Bernstein, but...

what am I supposed to do|about the people who won't respect me?

What I wanted to do is just check|on the status of my application.

Sorry, Mr. Bicke.

Mr. Ford should have told you,|but processing takes eight to ten weeks.

No, he did not tell me that.

Perhaps you could check back,|say, September 1.

- September?|- Yes.

I do understand your position.

I'm sure that you deal|with a lot of incompetence.

But I am a businessman...

and a businessman can't wait.

If you gonna have a future,|you gotta make it.

So I would really appreciate it|if I could see Mr. Ford.

What was your first name?

Samuel J.

I will talk to Mr. Ford...

and if he has time for a meeting,|we'll call you next week.

Since I'm here, maybe I could just see him...

If he has time,|we'll call you next week. Deal?

Deal.

Least you could do is discourage him.

Double bourbon and a vodka martini up.

It would help if you wore your wedding ring.

For God's sake, Sam, aren't we done yet?

Would you consider going to the dinner?|You could drive your own car.

I'm not gonna put on some charade.|If you're their top salesman...

what do they care|if you're married, divorced, or queer?

Sir, you should be ashamed of yourself.|That woman is my wife.

They make her wear that.

Sam.

Really, it's all right.|I'll just wait here. I'm fine here.

Mr. Bicke, please...

He'll understand. He'll leave at some point|and he'll be going to his car.

He'll leave at some point,|I'll walk him down. That's all the time...

- Mr. Bicke.|- Mr. Ford.

It's good to see you, sir.

Why don't we step outside|and get a cup of coffee? How's that?

Coffee. In the cafeteria.

Actually, there's a machine in the lobby.

The lobby's fine.

Have a seat.

Now, how exactly can I help you, Mr. Bicke?

Yes, well, sir...

Funnily enough, my situation is|that I really...

It's very urgent that I get this thing rolling,|if you know what I mean.

No, I don't.

The bus thing. The tire thing.

Yes, I remember your application|and I sent it along.

Now there's really nothing more I can do.

You can't tell me anything else?

No, I can't.

I told you in our meeting,|and I believe you were told again...

that the process will take eight to ten weeks.|You'll be notified by mail.

You can't expedite that?

It will take eight to ten weeks|and you'll be notified by mail.

Now, I have to get back.

Is there some way|that this could be speeded up?

Is there some way that could happen?

No, there isn't. And if you come back again,|I will have to add that to your file.

Impatience is not a virtue, Mr. Bicke.

Okay. Good luck.

In the mail then?

Yes.

A nation, like a person, has to have|a certain inner drive in order to succeed.

In economic affairs that inner drive|is called a competitive spirit.

Whether this nation stays number one|in the world's economy...

...over 40 rounds from the hotel's rooftop.|The sniper, former Navy seaman...

Mark Jimmy Essex,|had testified in his court- martial...

For his part,|Allende vowed he would not give in.

He would not, he said, "Betray|the working classes. " In the end he found...

Who are these men, Maestro...

who keep us waiting at their feet?

The meek shall not inherit the earth.

The earth belongs to the bullies|who do not care how they get to the top...

as long as they arrive.

I am an honest man, and if that|is to be my undoing, then so be it.

But I will not go quietly.

You've just got to have|a little more patience.

It's all about money.

It ain't all about money.

Now what?

- You got a problem?|- Yeah, I got a problem.

I paid you to fix the leak.

- You've still got one?|- I've got half-a-f***ing-dozen of them.

What kind of rip-off joint|you running here, anyhow?

- You sound like you're having a bad day.|- I'm having a bad day with this f***ing car.

- You have a nice day, now.|- Yeah.

What is the matter with you?|This thing is loaded.

Nobody should talk to another person|like that.

So you start swinging|this f***ing thing around?

- You out of your mind?|- He didn't respect you.

So what? You think I'm losing sleep|over that bullshit?

But how can you take that racist crap?

Just because I didn't cuss his ass out|doesn't mean I took sh*t off of him.

All I took off of him|was the money that he owed me.

And I sure as sh*t ain't some Uncle Tom,|if that's what you're trying to say.

Are we clear on that?

Yes, we're clear.

Jesus Christ!

I didn't mean you were a Tom.|I didn't mean that.

I'm so sorry, Bonny.

Are we still friends?

Yeah, we're friends.

Last night near the site of that massacre,|some 200 Indians...

took control of two buildings|on the Pine Ridge Sioux reservation.

The Indians attacked at midnight...

fully aware of the clich|that Indians don't fight at night.

We have bet our lives|that we can make change...

for the American Indian,|whether we live or die.

And I'm prepared to die.|I would rather die than submit to slavery.

...Internal Security Division|of the Justice Department of the FBI...

And I apologize, Ma.

She's your daughter, but she's my wife|and you have to tell me where Marie is.

Okay. Mrs. Anderson, where is Marie?

Then I'll just have to keep calling.

Marie Bicke, please.

Yes, I know exactly what time it is.

It's 3:
27 in the morning|and I demand to speak to my wife.

That's right, this is Sam Bicke,|and who is this?

Who is this, sir?

Marie?

Wait. No, you hold on.

Marie, I got a divorce decree today...

and we're supposed to be separated,|we're supposed to be working on this.

It's only been one year.

It certainly has not been two years.

No, it has not been almost two!

I have a life. Why would you say that, Marie?

When you're... Marie?

God damn it!

I could stand here before this audience,|and make all kinds of excuses...

I appreciate all the time you've taken.

I have spent a lot of time, but it's okay|because I know you're gonna be happy.

I need to measure the space.

So we can deliver it this afternoon,|or is Saturday better?

As I said before,|I have to still measure the space.

I'll have the boys come over.|They can measure the space.

You're not gonna|let me down, are you, Stan?

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