The Assassination of Richard Nixon Page #5

This doesn't have to be done today|because we'll be here in the morning.

Turn that down.

God damn it!

What did you just do?|You out of your f***ing mind?

Actually, I have some bad news|because I'm not going to...

This is my last day.

- What?|- Actually...

I'm not going to be able|to finish today because...

I have a very important letter|that's coming in.

I'm starting my own business...

and I have an enormous amount of plans|that I have to make.

Have your desk cleared in 10 minutes.

All right.

...'cause people have got to know|whether or not their president is a crook.

Well, I'm not a crook.|I've earned everything I've got.

I sold all my stocks for $300,000.|It's all I owned.

I sold my apartment in New York...

It's about money, Dick.

...and the testimony you gave us last week...

was that you had dispersed some $69,000...

in what you might call a sabotage program.

And that you also perjured yourself|at the trial...

at Mr. Magruder's request.

Would you explain to the committee|how you dispersed the $69,000?

I don't think that was gone into|with much detail.

Roger Zeffler, please.|Sam Bicke, Bicke Tires.

Speaking to Haldeman and Ehrlichman|I said "The boil had to be pricked. "

No.

...prick the boil and take the heat.

You're the prick.

Hello, Roger. No, I wasn't saying that.|This is Sam Bicke.

Yes, that's right, Julius' brother.

As a matter of fact,|I'm back with Julius now.

I'm handling shipping and receiving|for him. I have a purchase order that...

we sent in a couple of days ago.|It's number 3765.

Well, it is a lot of tires.|We're opening an outlet in the Hill district.

Black people have to have tires, too, Roger.

Yes, that's the correct address. If you could|just drop-ship those, that would be fine.

Monday's fine.

The operation they're talking about|is the burglary of the Watergate.

That's correct, sir.

Mr. Magruder, just one very brief question.

Did John Dean prepare you|for your grand jury?

...by making their lives better at home,|for themselves and their children.

That key is in your hands.|Every action I have taken tonight...

is designed to help us|snap out of this self-doubt...

this self-disparagement|that saps our energy.

She declared|it was all part of the national plan...

to bring an end to the Black Panther party.

Darn it.

I want the American people...

I want you to know|beyond the shadow of a doubt...

that during my term as president...

justice will be pursued fairly, fully...

Please let them know, Maestro...

let them know I was nervous...

that unlike the powerful,|I was not so arrogant...

as to be sure that my actions|were righteous.

Certainty is the disease of kings, Maestro.

And Sam Bicke was many things,|but not a king.

He just wanted to make a change.|To stop the lies.

And he aimed high.

Hello, Samuel.

The landlord was kind enough|to allow me in.

He stopped by. I see you received his note.

Julius.

We have some things to discuss,|don't you think?

To discuss?

- Good seeing you, of course.|- Cut the crap. Sit down.

You're a very strange man, Samuel.

I've always known this.|I've always tried to help.

So why would you steal from me,|your brother?

- I didn't steal...|- You did.

I had to bail your friend, Bonny,|out of jail this evening.

Bonny?

For receiving stolen goods. My goods.

Did you think Roger Zeffler wouldn't|become suspicious of your friend?

That somehow this delivery was kosher?|That 550 tires belonged to that address?

Roger Zeffler is a racist.

Perhaps that's so. Shame on Roger Zeffler.|But you are a crook.

So, you tell me, Sam.|Which shame is greater?

- I am not...|- Look at me.

This is your brother.

Do I deserve this now, for you to lie to me?

Julius, please.

No. No "please, Julius". No!

I have been to the police.

Begging forgiveness for a mistake|that was not a mistake.

Because I took responsibility, Samuel.

So that no one would go to jail.

So that this man, Bonny, your friend,|would not go to jail.

And my family caused this.

So you must tell me, Sam, please...

which is the greater shame?

I'm sorry, Julius.

What is your name?

I had an idea.

For a tire business. Like you.

I wanted to get a head start until|my loan came in, and my loan was denied.

Because they're racists. Nixon.

All of them. Like Zeffler.

I didn't get the money|because my partner is black.

I was gonna pay you back.|I'm just trying to keep my family together.

And the little guy just can't do it anymore.

Because there's a cancer in the system.

The whole system has a cancer,|and I'm being punished because I resist.

But somebody has to resist.

You're my brother.

As of this moment, Samuel...

I wash my hands of you. No more.|That's it. Nothing.

And if you steal from me again,|brother or no brother...

I will send you to jail.

You can pick|the only luxury convertible made in America.

But no matter which of nine Cadillac models|you are to select...

they're all part of the Cadillac tradition.

Tonight, February 17.

Good evening. Secret Service officials|are still puzzling over...

the landing of an Army helicopter|early today...

on the south lawn of the White House.

It all started|shortly after midnight last night...

when Army Private First Class,|Robert Preston...

stole an unarmed helicopter...

from Fort Mead, Maryland.

The joy-riding pilot was identified|as 20-year-old PFC Robert Preston...

an Army helicopter mechanic...

who was reportedly unhappy|over flunking out of flight school.

He was charged with unlawful entry|into the White House grounds.

I sincerely believe that if his attitude|was to crash into the White House...

he could have accomplished it|without any problem.

Do you think his attitude|was to crash into the White House?

I do. I really do.

It wasn't like a light bulb really.

It was more like an old candle...

just a plain, simple idea.

But in that moment, Mr. Bernstein, I knew...

the die was cast.

Mr. Bernstein...

I have the utmost respect for you.

Your music...

is both pure and honest.

And that is why I have chosen you...

to present the truth about me to the world.

$120, 40, 60, 80, 200.

One, two, three, four and 33 cents.

There you are, Mr. Bicke. All cashed out.

I'm sorry.

It's a shame innocent lives|are going to have to be lost, Maestro.

And I will do my best|to prevent as many deaths...

as I possibly can. But that won't be easy.

If history teaches us anything...

it's that you have got to get|the seat of government.

The whole goddamned chair,|you just kick it out.

Let the system dangle till it doesn't breathe.

If you destroy the seat of government,|then you've made a change.

A real change.

And I am going to do it.

No, this is... I'm sure it's just...

I have an injury.

It's okay. Thank you.

Good morning, gentlemen.|My name is Sam Bicke.

If you do what I say, no one will be hurt.

I want you to fly this plane,|and I want you to fly it low.

I want you to fly it very low.

I have to take control here.

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