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Thirteen Days Script








What the—Who's that?



You're dead.



- Who grabbed me? Who grabbed me?

- Watch out!



Who grabbed me?



- Honey, you're gonna be late.

- What'd you grab me for?



Mom, I can't find

my shoes for school.



They're under the couch.



Sit down. Yeah.



Dad, will you sign

my permission slip

for tomorrow?



Give it to your mother.



Your mother's arms are full.



- You got time for pancakes?

- Nope.



Give us another one, Dad.



Secretary of Defense.



Dean Rusk.



Wrong. And you get

to wax my car.



Rusk is State, moron.

It's Robert McNamara.



Attorney General.



Too easy.



Yeah, it's Bobby Kennedy.



All right, wise guys.

Assistant Secretary of State

for Latin America.



That's too hard.



Wait a minute.

This isn't a permission slip.



This is your report card.



Have you seen these grades?






All right.

Gotta go. Be good.






I'm talking to you later.



- Morning, Evelyn.

- Hi, Ken.



- Ooh, those candies are for the kids.

- Is that right?



- Morning, Floyd.

- Good morning, Mr. O'Donnell.



- Morning, Jackie.

- Hi, Kenny.



- Want a schedule?

- No.



Why'd you cross

all my people off the list?



Because you don't have anybody

on it who means anything.



- No votes there. There's no money.

- It's a party, Kenny.



And the one thing we both can be

sure of is that you don't know

how to have a party.



Well, party to you,

politics to me.



So, who do you want?

For real?



Everyone on my list.



I don't want to spend

an entire evening



pretending that your votes and

money are more interesting

than they really are.



And I want my kids

to stop eating the candy

in the Oval Office.



That's not me.



Then who is it?



I don't rat

on my friends.



Well, I'm going to take

this whole list thing

up with your friend.



Are you trying

to go around me?



Go around you,

over you, through you—

Whatever it takes.



You're starting to bug me.






I'll get back to you.



Top of the morning,

Mr. President.



Morning, Kenny.



Just ran into your wife.



- Want to talk about this party?

- No.



- You see Homer Capehart's

tirade today?

- I did.



I don't see why he needs

to invent an issue.



He's got his election

sewn up.



Even so, we should

still go out for Bobby.



It's good groundwork

for us in '  .



Look into that, uh...



That Vietnam thing.



- What, the   planes that went down?

- Yeah.



It didn't make it

before press time.



I haven't taken a look

at the West Coast papers yet,



but I doubt we'll see

anything till tomorrow.



I was eating that.



- No, you weren't.

- I was.



- No, you weren't.

- I was.



I was, you bastard.



So, what do we got today?






That's it.



That's the one

we're looking for.



- I need to see the President, Kenny.

- All right.



 :   to  :   or  :   to  :   .

Take your pick.



No, I need to see him

now, Ken.



You can go on up.

I'll let him know you're coming.









That's not what you said.



What'd I say?

Tell me what I said.



That's not what—



Listen to me, you

worthless piece of shit.



Now, you will put

Daley's man on the circuit,



and you'll do it today.



You owe your goddamn job

to this administration.



Yeah, I can—I can hear

how grateful you are,



but there's a word

you need to learn.



It's the only word

in politics.



It's called loyalty.




Now, any part of this

you don't understand?









This isn't the blessed order

of St. Mary the Meek.



Look, you better

come in here.



What was it you

were saying to me

the other day about Cuba?



It wasn't important?



Not as far

as the election goes.



Mac, let's, uh...



Can I see that for a second?



Ken, you used to look down

a bombsight for a living.



Just ignore the labels.

What does that look like to you?



I don't know.



What is it?



On Sunday morning, one of

our U- s took these pictures.



The Soviets are putting medium-range

ballistic missiles into Cuba.



They appear to be the SS- 

range of      miles,



 -megaton nuclear warheads.



Seen here in this year's

May Day Parade in Red Square.



Jesus Christ in heaven.



White House operator.



Yeah, Mr. O'Donnell, please,

for Secretary McNamara.



Go ahead, please.



White House operator.



I've got the President

for the Attorney General.

Go ahead, please.



What the crap

is going on today?



That's right. That's right.



The principals

are assembling in an hour.



We'll see you then.



Where's Bobby?



- He should be here any minute.

- Well, good.






Where the hell are you?



We're in here.



Jesus Christ, guys. What the hell

is Khrushchev thinking?



You have any indication of this

from your KGB pal Bolshakov?



Any possible warning,

sense of motivation?



Complete snow job.



And then we went out

and told the country



they weren't putting

missiles into Cuba.



Jesus, I...



I feel like we caught the Jap carrier

steaming for Pearl Harbor.



- Good morning, gentlemen.

- Good morning, Mr. President.



- Mr. Secretary.

- Mr. President.



Bob, I'll bet you

had a late night.



Sleep is for the weak,

Mr. President.



- Max.

- Mr. President.



The CIA's been notified.



McCone's on his way back

from the West Coast.



He's been burying

his stepson.



General Carter

is here, though.



- Ted.

- Kenny.






Let's have it.







as most of you now know,



a U-  over Cuba

Sunday morning



took a series

of disturbing photographs.



Our analysis at NPIC




that the Soviet Union

has followed up



its conventional weapons

buildup in Cuba



with the introduction

of surface-to-surface




ballistic missiles, or MRBMs.



Our official estimate

at this time



is that this missile system

is the SS-  Sandal.



We do not believe

that the missiles

are as yet operational.



Ironbark reports

that the SS-  can deliver



a  -megaton nuclear weapon




So far, we've identified




serviced by about      men,




all Soviet personnel.



Our cities

and military installations



in the Southeast as far north

as Washington, D.C.



Are in range of these weapons



and in the event of a launch

would have only   minutes

of warning.



  minutes, gentlemen.



In those   minutes, they

could kill    million Americans



and destroy a significant

percentage of our bomber bases,



degrading our

retaliatory options.



The Joint Chiefs'

consensus, Mr. President,



is that this signals

a major doctrinal shift

in Soviet thinking



to a first-strike policy.



It is a massively

destabilizing move.



How long until

they're operational?



General Taylor can answer

that question better than I can.



GMAC—Guided Missiles

Intelligence Committee—



estimates    to    days.



A crash program

could limit that time,



however, I must stress

that there may be more missiles



that we don't know about.



We need more U-  coverage.




I want first reactions here.



Assuming for the moment

that Khrushchev has not

gone off the deep end



and intends to start World War Ill,

what are we looking at?



Well, Mr. President,



I believe my team

is in agreement.



If we permit the introduction

of nuclear missiles



to a Soviet satellite nation

in our hemisphere,



the diplomatic

consequences would be...



too terrible to contemplate.



The Russians are trying

to show the world



they can do whatever they want,

wherever they want,



and we're powerless to stop them.

If they succeed...



It'll be Munich all over again.



Yes. Appeasement only makes

the aggressor more aggressive.



And the Soviets will be

emboldened to push us even harder.



Now, we must remove the missiles

one way or another.



Now, it seems to me

the options are either



some combination of

international pressure



and action on our part

till they give in,






We hit them—



An air strike.






We worked up

several military scenarios.



Before I ask

General Taylor to take us

through the various options,



I'd like for us to adopt a rule.



If we decide to strike,



we must agree now to do it



before the missiles

become operational,



because once they are,

I don't think we can

guarantee getting them all



before at least—



At least some of them

are launched.



Well, it's clear

we cannot permit



Soviet nuclear missiles

in Cuba.



We have to get

those missiles out.



You know, I don't think

it's going to matter what

Khrushchev's intentions are.



I can tell you right now,



I don't see any way

around hitting them.



If we hit 'em,

kill a lot of Russians,

they'll move against Berlin.



All right,

they attack Berlin,



that's NATO, and we're at war.



We're damned if we do,

but if we don't,



we're in a war for sure

somewhere else in   months.



Well, if there are

alternatives that make sense,



and I'm not saying

that there are,



then we need them,

and we need them fast.



All right.

What about Congress?



Now, I think we may need

to start letting key people know,



and they're all scattered

across the country

for the campaign.



We can get Congress back.



We're gonna need to get the U.N.

Stomping and warmed up.



What about the allies?



We can't start worrying

about everything.



Right now we got to

figure out what we're gonna do



before we worry about

how we're gonna do it.



We've got a bunch

of smart guys.



We lock 'em in a room

and kick 'em in the ass



until they come up

with some solutions.



I'll do it.



It's too politicized

with you in there anyway.



They need to be able

to stick their necks out.



Yeah. It'll be the principals,



a couple of the key guys

from each Department—



The Executive Committee

of the National Security Council.



Call it EXCOM.






So, I'm only gonna

show for the meetings

that you call me into.



And impress us.



Do it fast.



And, Kenny, you're

gonna be in charge

of keeping this thing quiet.



I mean, if word gets out before

we know what we're gonna do,



there's gonna be panic.



And it's gonna ruin

any chance we might have



at surprise if we decide

to hit them.



We're gonna need to do

a few things right away.



No Pierre.



He knows, the press knows.



And you're gonna have

to keep up your schedule.



Your movements

are followed too closely.



Well, George Ball's got

a conference room at State.



Good. You meet over there

this afternoon.



We'll figure out some way

to sneak you guys

back in here tonight.



I think we should

bring in Dean Acheson.



Kenny, he was fighting Soviets

while we were still playing

ball together at school.



Find him, Kenny.



We're gonna need

all the help we can get.



Screw secrecy.



You try having that fat ass

sit on your lap all the way

from Foggy Bottom.



You were excited.

I say no more.



Everybody agrees

the diplomatic route won't work.



It's too slow, and they'll

have the missiles finished

while we're still talking.



I hear old Warren Harding used to

get his girls in through here.



We have     planes



assembling at Homestead,

Eglin, Opa Locka,



MacDill, Patrick,

Pensacola, and Key West.



Due to

the tropical foliage,



the OPLAN calls

for high explosive



and napalm load-outs for

our ground-attack sorties.



I still think there are

diplomatic approaches



we haven't considered yet.



Jesus, Adlai,

peace at any price?



We have a gun to our head.



We have high confidence



in the expanded air-strike

option, Mr. President.



The problem is, sir, is that

it's a short-term solution.



Khrushchev can send in

more missiles next month.



The Chiefs and I believe



we should follow up

the air strikes



with a full version

of OPLAN    .



- An invasion?

- Yes, sir.



We can be sure

we get all the missiles,



and we remove Castro

so this can never happen again.



Is this the Joint Chiefs'




Yes, sir. Our best option,

as Bob pointed out this morning,



would be to commence the strikes

before the missiles

become operational.



The invasion happens   days later.






What do you think?




for the last    years,



I've fought here at this table



alongside your predecessors



in the struggle

against the Soviet.



Now, I do not wish

to seem melodramatic,



but I do wish

to impress upon you



a lesson I learned with

bitter tears and great sacrifice.



The Soviet understands

only one language—Action.



Respects only

one word—Force.



I concur with General Taylor.



I recommend, sir, air strikes

followed by invasion,



perhaps preceded by an ultimatum

to dismantle the missiles



if that is militarily viable.



So, it appears

we have   options.



Number one—

A surgical air strike



against the missiles themselves.



 —A much larger air strike

against their air defenses



along with the missiles,

and  —






So, we're certainly

gonna do number one.



We're gonna take

these missiles out.



It seems to me

we can't wait very long.



We should at least be

making those preparations.



We're preparing to

implement all   options,



though I must stress again, sir,



there are risks to the strikes



without the follow-on




You want to be clear,

Mr. President,



that we've definitely decided

against a political track.



Dean, uh...



How does this all play out?



Your first step, sir,

will be to demand



that the Soviet

withdraw the missiles

within    to    hours.



They will refuse.



When they do,

you will order the strikes,

followed by the invasion.



They will resist and be overrun.



They will retaliate

against another target



somewhere else in the world,

most likely Berlin.



We will honor

our treaty commitments



and resist them there,



defeating them per our plans.



Those plans call for

the use of nuclear weapons.



So what is the...

What is the next step?



Hopefully, cooler heads

will prevail



before we reach the next step.



Thank you, gentlemen.



What happened in there?



I thought he was gonna

give us his decision.



Look, I know them. They just need

to make sure there's no other way.



They'll get there.



Remember that Kennedy's father

was one of the architects of Munich.



There's only one

responsible choice here,



so let's hope appeasement

doesn't run in families.



I fear weakness does.



Jesus Christ.



Call—Call me Irish,



but I don't believe

in cooler heads prevailing.



- You know, they think

I froze in there.

- You didn't freeze.



You did exactly

what you should've done.

You stayed out of the corner.



You didn't decide.



Well, Acheson's

scenario is just—



It's unacceptable, and he's got

more experience than any of them.



There is no expert

on the subject.



I mean, there is no

wise old man. There's—



Shit. There's just us.



The thing is

that Acheson's right.



Talk alone is not gonna

accomplish anything.



Well, let's bomb

the shit out of 'em.



Everybody wants to.

I mean, even you.



I mean, even me.



Right? It sure would

feel good.



And, Jack,



I'm as conniving

as they come, but



a sneak attack is just wrong.



Things are happening too fast.

I mean, this is starting to smell



like the Bay of Pigs

all over again.



Well, tonight, listening

to Taylor and Acheson,



I kept seeing Lemnitzer

and Dulles telling me



all I had to do was

sign on the dotted line,



and the invasion would

succeed, and Castro—



And Castro would be gone.




Just like that.



You know, there's something...



immoral about abandoning

your own judgment.



We just can't let this

get out of hand.



And we're gonna do

whatever we have to do



and make this come out right.



- I'm gonna stay here tomorrow.

- No, you can't.



Remember, we talked about this,

your schedule.



The best thing you can do

tomorrow is go to Connecticut.



He's right.









Doesn't anybody in Connecticut

have to work today?



I love you, JFK!



The full spectrum

of air strikes



is the minimum response

the Joint Chiefs will accept.



No, no, no!



Now, there is more

than one option here,



And if one isn't occurring to us,

it's because we haven't

thought hard enough.



Bobby, sometimes there

is only one right choice,



and you thank God

when it's so clear.



You're talking

about a sneak attack.



How will that make us look?



A big country blasting

a little one into the Stone Age.



Oh, we'll be

everyone's favorite.



Come on, Bobby, that's naive.



This is the real world.



You know that better than anybody.



And you weren't so ethically

particular when we were

talking about options



for removing Castro over at CIA.






If we go ahead

with these air strikes,



you know what it'll

come to in the end.



There has got

to be something else.



Give it to me.



Now, I don't care how crazy,

inadequate, or stupid it sounds.



Give it to me.



  months ago,

we gamed out a scenario.



It's slow. It doesn't

get rid of the missiles.



It's got a lot of drawbacks.



The scenario calls

for a blockade of Cuba.



The situation

is worse than we thought.



We now count    missiles.






Longer range IRBMs.



They can hit every place

in the country



except Seattle.



Mr. President,



you give me

the order right now,



my planes will be

ready to carry out



the air strikes in   days time.



All you gotta do is say go.



My boys will get

those red bastards.



General, how long

until the Army's ready?



We've just begun

the mobilization under cover

of a pre-arranged exercise, sir.



We're looking at another

week and a half.



But you can order the strikes now.



The plans call for

an  -day air campaign.



It'll light a fire under

the Army's ass to get in place.



General LeMay, do you truly believe

that's our best course of action?



Mr. President, I believe

it is the only course of action.



America is in danger.



Those missiles are

a threat to our bomber bases



and the safety

of our nuclear deterrent.



Now, without our deterrent,



there's nothing to keep the enemy

from choosing general nuclear war.



It's our duty, sir,



our responsibility

to the American people



to take out those missiles



and return stability to

the strategic situation.



The big red dog is

digging in our backyard,



and we are justified

in shooting him.



Sir, we have a rapidly closing

window of opportunity



where we can prevent

those missiles from ever

becoming operational.



The other options

do not guarantee



the end result that

we can guarantee.



However, as more time goes by,



the less reliable the choice

we can offer you becomes.



Mr. President,



the motto I chose for SAC



is "Peace is our Profession."



Now, God forbid we find

ourselves in a nuclear exchange,



but if launched,

those missiles from Cuba



would kill a lot of Americans.



The very presence

of those missiles



gives the Soviets

first-strike capability.



Those missiles make

a nuclear exchange more likely,



and that is why I'm being

such a pain in the ass



about destroying them and

dstroying them immediately.



Hell, even Mac agrees.



And, sir, given your own

statements about Cuba,



I think a blockade

or a bunch of political talk



would be considered by a lot

of our friends and neutrals



as a pretty weak response.



I suspect that many

of our own citizens



might feel the same way.



You're in a pretty bad fix,

Mr. President.



What did you say?



You're in a pretty bad fix.



Maybe you haven't noticed

you're in it with me.



Now, General, what

are the Soviets gonna do



when we attack?












because the only

alternative open to them



is one they can't choose.



You know, they're—



They're not just missiles

we're gonna be destroying, General.



If we kill Soviet soldiers,

they're gonna respond.



I mean, how would we respond

if they killed ours?



No, they're gonna

do something, General.

I can promise you that.



Those goddamn Kennedys are

gonna destroy this country



if we don't do something

about this.



We're headed out to the backyard



to take a look

for that big red dog.



Thanks, Bob.



I was hoping LeMay pushed you,



because I was ready to knock

that son of a bitch across the room.



We knew it was coming.

And I'll tell you one thing, Kenny,



those brass heads

have one big advantage.



That is, if we do

what they want us to do,



there's none of us gonna be left

alive to tell 'em they were wrong.



Mr. President, we need to

go over what you're going to say.



Gromyko should be

on his way by now.



Now, there's still

no sign that they know



that we know

about the missiles.



Well, we're gonna

keep it that way.






I'll be right there.



I'm getting funny questions

from the guys.



Yeah? What sort of questions?



About some sort

of military exercises?



You want me to do my job

handling the press,



I need to know what's going on.



- Military exercises?

- Yeah, military exercises.



Haven't heard anything about it.



Ask Bundy.



I did. He said to ask you.



Mr. Gromyko,

this way, please.



Mr. Dobrynin, what are

your hopes for the meeting?



Mr. Gromyko, can you give us

a statement, please?






- Hugh, how are you?

- Good.



Excuse me, Joan.



So, tell me about

this military exercise that's

going on down in Puerto Rico.






It's called ORTSAC, I believe.

Castro spelled backwards.



ORTSAC? I... I don't know

what you're talking about.



Me, either. Why?



Well, because maybe

the President and Gromyko

are gonna talk about it.



If you're trying to drum

something up, Johnny, forget it.



This meeting's been

on the books for months.



Far as I know,

it's just a friendly talk

on U.S. -Soviet relations.



Sir! Sir!



Mr. President!



All right, hold it, guys. Hold it.

You'll get your pictures.



Does it?






I'll be damned.



Kind of simple for the Pentagon.



What is this meeting about, sir?






Mr. Gromyko,

thank you for coming.



Hold on, guys. One minute.



Gentlemen, would you mind

shaking hands?



So that there should be

no misunderstanding



the position

of the United States,



which has been made clear

by the Attorney General

to Ambassador Dobrynin here,



I shall read a sentence from

my statement to the press

dated September   th.



"Should missiles

or offensive weapons



"be placed in Cuba,



"it would present

the gravest threat



to U.S. National security."



Mr. President,



as Premier Khrushchev's own

statement of September   th

assured you,



our military assistance

to Cuba



is of a defensive nature only.



So I do not

misunderstand you,



There are no offensive

weapons in Cuba?



Premier Khrushchev's

statement of September   th



remains the position

of the Soviet Government.



To that,

I have nothing to add.



Well, that's good enough for me.



Thanks so much.



Thank you.



Gentlemen, if you'll

come with me, please.



A most constructive meeting.



- What happened?

- Lying bastard.



Lied right to my face.



We're split down the middle.



If I held a vote,

I think air strike would

beat blockade by a vote or two.



I want a consensus. I mean,

either air strike or blockade,



but something everyone's

going to stand by,



even if they don't like it.



I need it by Saturday.

Make it happen.



What if I can't?



We go into this split,

the Russians will know it.



They'll know it

and use it against us.



Have you canceled Chicago

and the rest of the weekend yet?



If you don't show for Chicago,

everyone'll know there's

something going on.



- I don't care. Just cancel it.

- Forget it!



I'm not calling

and canceling on Daley.



You call and cancel on Daley.



You're scared

to cancel on Daley?



You're damn right

I'm scared.



Well, I'm not.



Watch this.



Welcome to Chicago,

Mr. President.



Mr. Mayor, I wouldn't miss

this event for the world.



Mr. President, over here!



Mayor Daley!



Let's go.



Tonight, you're going to

experience some true Midwest...



Kenny! What's going on?



Now the guys are

hounding me about some

troop movements in Florida?



What are you telling them?



The truth— I don't know.



- Am I out of the loop

on something?

- No.



Tell them you' ve looked into it,

and all it is is an exercise.



Oh, and, Pierre,



Tomorrow, the President

may have a cold.



- A what?

- A cold.



Kenny, do I get

any input around here?






How bad it is is up to you.



You know, there are major

rail disruptions in the South.



  Airborne Divisions

are on alert.



Sounds to me like that

exercise is an invasion.



Well, you know

how Bobby has it in

for the state of Mississippi.



We're invading Cuba.



Damn it, we are not

invading Cuba.



Are you crazy?



Nobody gives

a rat's ass about Cuba—



Not now, not ever.



If you print something like that,

all you're going to do

is inflame the situation.



Nobody talks to assholes

who inflame situations.



Assholes like that

can find themselves



cut out of the loop.



That's the first time

you've ever threatened me.



All right.



I won't print anything

until I have another source,



But I promise you,

I'll get one.






We've got a consensus

for a blockade,



but it won't last past tomorrow,

Kenny. You have to bring him back.



Oh, by the way,

China invaded India today.



You're kidding, aren't you?



I wish I were. Galbraith's

handling it in New Delhi.



Makes you wonder

what's coming next.



Jesus, what is it about

the free world that pisses

the rest of the world off?



I don't know.

We have Tupperware parties?






I'll see you tomorrow.






The President has a cold.



He's canceling

the remainder of this trip



and returning to Washington

on the advice of his doctor.



President Kennedy!



Is it true

you have a cold, sir?



How do you feel,

Mr. President?



Mr. President!



What's the next step going

to be, Mr. President?



Mr. President,



our deliberations have

led us to the conclusion



that a blockade

of offensive weapons to Cuba



is our best option.



A strong showing of support

from the Organization

of American States



would give us

an umbrella of legitimacy.



A blockade is technically

an act of war.



Therefore, we recommend

calling the action



a quarantine.



Let's hope that translates into

Russian the way we want it to.



There are between

   and    Soviet ships



underway to Cuba at this time.



    miles out, the Navy

will stop them, board,



and any vessels containing weapons

will be turned back.



A quarantine prevents any

more missiles from reaching Cuba,



but it doesn't remove

the missiles already there.



It gives the Soviets a chance

to pull back without a war.



If they refuse

to remove the missiles,



we retain the option

to strike and invade.



A sneak attack would be counter



to what the United States

stands for.



It leaves us no room

to maneuver,



and the inevitable Soviet response

would force us into a war.



Mr. President,

there are still those of us



who believe we should

proceed with the strikes.



Sir, with a blockade,

we lose strategic surprise.



We also run the risk

of the Soviets launching



a first strike against us

if they decide



they have to use

the missiles or lose them.



So, quarantine or air strike.



Ahem. There is a third option.



With either course,



we undertake

the risk of nuclear war.



So it seems to me that

maybe one of us in this room



should be a coward,



So I guess I'll be.



A third course

is to strike a deal.



We trade Guantanamo

and our missiles in Turkey,



get them to pull

their missiles out.



We employ a back channel.



We attribute the idea

to U Thant.



U Thant then raises it

at the U.N.



I don't think

that's possible, Adlai.



I've not yet made

my final decision.



I'll be asking the Networks

for airtime on Monday night.



We'll announce

our course of action then.



Ted, I want you to get

working on speeches



for both quarantine

and air strike.



Well, thank you for

all your advice, gentlemen.



I did hear Adlai.



Jesus, you'd think nobody learned

anything from World War II.



Somebody had to say it.



I respect Adlai for having the guts

to risk looking like an appeaser.



We have to pull him.



He's not going to be able to handle

the Soviets in front of the U.N.



Zorin will eat him alive.



We've got bigger

problems right now.






No, thank you.



Honey, I'll be right back.






Ah. I just can't seem

to get away from you guys.



Escaping for a night

on the town, eh?



As D.C.'s most popular playboy,



the President felt my presence

would be sorely missed, so



in the interest of

National Security, here I am.



Yes, gotta keep up appearances.



Of course, I don't anymore.



I'm a political dead man.



Did you ever see anyone

cut his own throat



like I did today?



No, no.



It's all right.



And by the way,

I spoke to a friend.



Reston and Franco have the story.



The Times is going to

run it tomorrow.



We're not gonna make it to Monday.






We can get Sorenson

to lean on Reston,



But you're gonna have

to call Orville Dryfoos.



This is the sort of decision

a publisher makes himself.



All right.

Thanks, Kenny.



Yes, sir, I understand,

but, you know, we held

on the Bay of Pigs,



and it was the

biggest mistake of my life.

What makes this different?



Orville, I'm asking you

to hold the story



until I can present our course

of action on Monday night.



All right, but I'm gonna need

a reason to give my boys.



They're gonna be screaming

for my head on a plate.



Listen, Orville,

you tell them this—



That they'll

be saving lives...



including their own.



Yes, Mr. President.



How many Congressmen

have not responded yet?






- Boggs is in the Gulf fishing?

- Yes, sir.



I thought he was supposed

to be campaigning.



Well, he's not gone for long.



Jesus. Get a plane out

there and get him back.



He wants to talk to LeMay again.



He's still considering

air strikes.



None of this works tomorrow.



- Figure out how to cancel it.

- Yes, sir.



We're on the phones.



Cam, can you guarantee me

you'll get all the missiles?



Sir, I guarantee we'll get

all the missiles we know about.



Mr. President, we can get

better than   %of them.



I'll brief the Congressional leadership

tomorrow evening at  :  .



At  :   all United States

Armed Forces worldwide



will stand up to DEFCON  .



I have a brief statement

to make.



President Kennedy will

address the nation tonight



on radio and television



on a subject of

the highest national urgency.



He has requested airtime

on all   Networks for   p.m.



Thank you very much.



I am not willing

to support anything



but the toughest possible—



Congress cannot give you

the support you're looking for.



Mr. President! Sir?



If they want this goddamn

job, they can have it.



It's no great joy to me.



Mr. President,

here's the speech.



I made those changes you wanted.



- I need a minute.

- Kenny, no.



A minute.



Look, I don't want

a goddamn pep talk.



You're not the Harvard

quarterback anymore.



We're on the brink here!



They're trying to second-guess

me into World War  .

Well, it's not gonna happen.



- What did you think

Congress was gonna do?

- Well, l—



Offer you

unconditional support?



Kiss your Catholic ass?



They don't think we even

deserve to be here.



Well, what the hell

do you think?



I think we haven't been

that impressive today.



They have good reason

to question our judgment.



What do you want, Kenny?



I want you to sit down.



Well, I'm not going to sit down!



I want you to sit down,



loosen your tie,

and take a minute—



I haven't got a minute!



You're the President

of the United States.



They can wait for you.



Well, why not?



Things can't get much worse.



Oh, I don't know.

We could have to...



go down to Lyndon's ranch again

dressed up as cowboys.



Shoot deer out of the back

of his Convertible.



That was a bad day.



You know, I thought

there'd be...



more good days.



You know, back when

we were in the wards,



that day Bobby made me

come down and meet you?



I didn't get you at first.



I thought you were lucky.



Your father had a lot of money.



You were skinny.

Girls loved you.



I thought I could beat

you and Bobby up together.



But he just kept going

on and on about you.



I thought it was because

he was your brother.



But I was wrong.



I was wrong.



You sleeping?



No. Not much.



But I slept last night,

though, you know, and...



Jeez, I...



When I woke up, I just...



Somehow I'd forgotten that

all this had happened, you know?



Then, of course,

I remembered, and...



I just wished for a second

somebody else was President.



You mean that?



I said, for a second.



Boy, there is a lot of noise

out there, Kenny.



You know what you're doing,

Mr. President.



You're going to make

the best call you can,



and you know they're

going to second-guess you.



So what?



We're just gonna have to

take our beatings as we go.



So, what are we

going to do now?



I'm going on TV.



You know, maybe the American

people will go with me.



Even if their...



elected representatives won't.



You wear something

nice for the TV.



Make sure Jackie picks it.



Excuse me.



Oh, right. Thanks, Pierre.

Now, I just changed—



OK, everybody,

I think we're ready.



No, I'm fine. Thank you.



Mr. President,

in        ...



Good evening,

my fellow citizens.



This Government, as promised,



has maintained

the closest surveillance



of the Soviet military buildup

on the island of Cuba.



Within the past week,



unmistakable evidence

has established the fact



that a series

of offensive missile sites



is now in preparation

on that imprisoned island.



The purpose of these bases

can be none other



than to provide

a nuclear strike capability




the Western Hemisphere.



Acting therefore in the defense

of our own security



and under the authority entrusted

to me by the Constitution,



I have directed

that the following initial steps



be taken immediately.



First, to halt

this offensive buildup,



a strict quarantine on all

offensive military equipment



under shipment to Cuba

is being initiated.



All ships of any kind,

bound for Cuba,



from whatever nation or port,



will, if found to contain

cargos of offensive weapons,

be turned back.



Second, I have directed

the continued and increased



close surveillance of Cuba

and its military buildup,



and should these military

preparations continue,



further action will be justified.



I have directed the Armed Forces

to prepare for any eventualities.



And third, it shall be

the policy of this nation



to regard any nuclear missile

launched from Cuba



against any nation

in the Western Hemisphere



as an attack

by the Soviet Union



on the United States



requiring a full

retaliatory response



upon the Soviet Union.



Good speech, Teddy.



Yeah, well, I guess

I get to keep my job.



No. It was

a really good speech.



I can't imagine what you did

with the air strikes version.



I wasn't able

to write it, Kenny.



It's kind of hard

to write the unthinkable.



I tried. I just...



I couldn't.



We're getting

the Soviet response.



It's coming in on the teletype.



"The community

of nations recognizes



the fundamental right

of freedom of the seas..."



It's horseshit.



I agree.



They don't know how to respond yet.



So now you're Khrushchev.

What do you do?



You run the blockade.



They'll run the blockade.



Which is exactly what they

appear to be preparing to do,

Mr. President.



We're tracking    ships

inbound for Cuba.



They show no sign

of changing course.



The closest ships,

the Gagarin and the Kimovsk,



will make the quarantine line

by this time tomorrow.



Admiral Anderson,

if the ships do not stop,



exactly what are

our rules of engagement?



Well, Russian-speaking personnel

have been transferred

to all our ships.



When the quarantine

takes place in the morning,



our ships will attempt

to make radio contact

with the approaching vessels.



They'll be ordered to reduce speed

and standby for inspection.



An inspection team will then

board and search the vessel.



If weapons are found,

the ship will be ordered

out of the quarantine area,



or if they refuse, they'll

be towed into the nearest port.



What happens if

the ship doesn't stop



for inspection

or want to be towed?



We fire a warning shot

across their bow.



And what happens if the ship

ignores the warning shot?



We then fire at its rudder,

disable it, and carry on

our inspection.



There will be no shooting

without my explicit orders.



Is that understood?



Yes, sir.



Well, Admiral, looks like

it's up to the Navy.



The Navy won't let you down, sir.



There's one other thing,

Mr. President.



We're commencing low-level

photography runs over Cuba

this morning.



It'll be more detailed

than the U-  photography.



This way, we'll be able

to firm up our estimates

of the missiles' readiness



and develop target packages

for strikes,



if you should order them, sir.



To protect our pilots,

we're prepared to retaliate

against any SAM site



or anti-aircraft battery

that may open fire.



We have a flight

of Thunderchiefs



that'll be able to respond

within minutes



to any attacks on our planes.



I got a bad feeling about

what's going on in there.



In the morning, I'm taking

charge of the blockade

from the Situation Room,



and McNamara is going to set up shop

in the flag plot at the Pentagon

and keep an eye on things there.



Good, because you'll

get armed boarders



climbing onto Soviet ships,



with shots being fired

across bows—



- Well, what about these

low-level flights?

- We need the flights.



They're starting in what?

An hour.



You realize what you're

letting yourself in for?



We need the flights,

because the minute that first

missile becomes operational,



we gotta go in there

and destroy it.



Fair enough,

but Castro's on alert,



and we're flying attack

planes over their sites



on the deck!



There's no way for them to know

we're carrying cameras, not bombs.



God damn it!



We're going to be shot at,

plain and simple.



I'm your political advisor.



I'm giving you

a political analysis here.



This... This is a set-up.



The Chiefs want to go in.



They need to redeem themselves

for the Bay of Pigs.



They gotta go in this time.

They got to do it right.



I'm going to protect those pilots.



They're boxing us in with

these rules of engagement.



If you agree to them and

one of our planes gets knocked down



or one of the ships

won't stop for inspection,



the Chiefs will have us

by the balls



and will force us

to start shooting.



They want a war, Jack,



and they're arranging

things to get one.



How does a man get to

a place where he can say,



"Throw those lives away,"

so easily?



Maybe it's harder for them

to say than they let on,



but at the very least, they

believe it's in our best interest.



And you know what?



At the end of the day,

they may well end up being right.



Well, I'll tell you one thing,

we're going to have to triple-check



everything the Chiefs say to us



with the guys that

actually have to do it.



And nobody's to know about this,

because l—but Bobby.



I need redundant control

over what happens out there.



And if things

aren't as advertised,



then you're going to

make sure they come out

the way I want them to come out.



- That's gonna be—

- Starting with this

low-level flight thing.



That's gonna be tough.



You know how these guys are

about their chains-of-command.



Listen, you tell them

those chains-of-command



end at one place— Me.



Go ahead, sir.



Speak up, lady. I cannot hear you.

I got a train to catch,



and I'd like to be home

by Christmas. Yeah?



- That's the one.

- Mr. O'Donnell.



- What's her name?

- Margaret.



- Margaret.

- Give me a break.

I'm doing the best that I can.



Yes, sir. I understand exactly

what you're talking about.



I speak the language, too.




Margaret, would you mind

helping me with something?



What do you need, honey?



That tone of voice specifically.



What tone of voice? What

the hell is he talking about?



I told you, sir—

I'm sorry. You're outta here.



Ready Room.



Hey, Skipper,

what are you doin'?



- Lookin' out the door.

- I'll get him for you.



- For what?

- Cuba.









- Commander Ecker.

- Commander Ecker?



This is the White House operator.

Please hold for...






Honey, you don't know

what shit is.




My name's Ken O'Donnell,



Special Assistant

to the President.



Yes, sir.



The President's instructed me

to pass along an order to you.



You are not to get shot down.



Uh... We'll do our best, sir.



I don't think you

understand me, Commander.



You're not to get shot down

under any circumstances.



Whatever happens up there,

you were not shot at.



Mechanical failures are fine.



Crashing into mountains, fine...



But you and your men

are not to be shot at,



fired at, or launched upon.



Excuse me, sir.

What the hell is going on here?




if you are fired upon,



The President will be forced to

attack the sites that fire on you.



He doesn't want

to have to do that.



It's very important that he doesn't,

or things could go



very badly out of control.



What about my men?



If we don't have

anybody to protect us,



I'm gonna be writing

letters home to parents.



If the President

protects you, Commander,



he may have to do it

with the bomb.



Now, I've know the man

for    years. The problem is...



He will protect you.



So I'm asking,

don't make him protect you.



Don't get shot at.



OK, Mr. O'Donnell,

we'll do what we can.



I know you will.



- Good luck, you guys.

- Find your way back!



Stay close.



Hey, Joey.



- See ya, Joey.

- Thanks, Joey.



Ready to go, Jeremy?



- Hey, Bruce.

- Skipper?



Never mind. Just do what I do.

Hand signs only?






You are clear

and ready to go, sir!



Good luck, Skipper!



Oh-ho, man! Shit!

Did you see it?



Man, you were lucky, Skipper.



Damn sparrows.

Must've been migrating.






Probably hit a couple hundred of 'em.

How many did you hit, Bruce?






A few, I guess.



These, uh,    millimeter or

   millimeter sparrows, sir?



Those are bird strikes.



Sparrows, to be precise.



It's the way it is, guys.



Get that film pack done.



Commander Ecker.






- Sir.

- Commander.



Mr. O'Donnell, I've been

ordered to deliver the film



to the Pentagon personally.



What's going on here?



The Chiefs must

want to talk to you.



They're gonna want to know

if you were fired on. Were you?



You could say that, sir.



Commander, listen to me.



Now, I know this

must fly in the face



of everything

you've come to serve,



but I'm asking you to look

through this to the other side.



Commander William B. Ecker

reporting as ordered.



- Commander.

- Sir.



Put your gear down over here.



Would you like a glass

of water or anything?



No, thank you, sir.



- Sir.

- Commander.



Have a seat.



Now, Commander, I assume

you know why you're here.



Son, I want to know just one thing.



Those bastards shoot

so much as a BB gun at you?



It was a cakewalk, sir.



Mr. President,



the O. A.S. Meeting

starts in less than an hour.



Well, good. I think

we need this one, Dean.



We can't expect miracles.



Listen, the quarantine

is legal if we get a mandate.



Otherwise, it's an act of war

in the eyes of the world,



so you gotta get me the vote,



and, you know, make it unanimous.



Mr. President, the Organization

of American States



hasn't had a unanimous vote—



Unanimous... Dean.



In accordance with

this afternoon's vote



at the Organization

of American States,



the quarantine

will hereby be effective



as of   :   tomorrow morning.



At   a.m. This morning,



the United States

detonated a hydrogen bomb



above Johnston Island

in the South Pacific.



The blast was quickly condemned

by the Soviet Union,



who called upon all nations

to denounce the United States



for bringing the world

to the brink of destruction.



Who the hell

authorized this test?



Christ, what is this gonna

say to the Russians?



They look warlike?



Jesus Christ. We're

lighting off nuclear weapons



like it's our own private

Fourth of July.



You know what we should have done?



We should've brought in the guys

from the Atomic Energy Commission



and talked this through,

you know?



Looked at these tests

a little harder before



just givin' the go-ahead.



You know, last summer I read

a book, "The Guns of August".



I wish every man on that

blockade line had read that book.



It's World War I,

   million killed.



It was all because

the militaries of both alliances



believed they were

so highly attuned



to one another's movements

and dispositions,



they could predict

one another's intentions,



but all their theories

were based on the last war,



and the world

and technology had changed,



and those lessons

were no longer valid,



but it was all they knew,

so the orders went out.



Couldn't be rescinded.



The man in the field,

his family at home,



they couldn't even tell you

the reasons why their lives

were being destroyed.



But why couldn't they stop it?



What could they have done?



Here we are    years later.



If one of their ships

resists the inspection



and we shoot out

its rudder and board,



they shoot down one

of our planes in response,



so we bomb their anti-aircraft sites.

In response to that...



They attack Berlin.



So we invade Cuba.



Then they fire their missiles.



And we fire ours.



Helen, I want you to keep

the kids close tomorrow.



I want you to leave the TV on.



I want you to sleep

with it on in the bedroom



until I call you and tell you

you can turn it off.



What's happened?



Nothing. Nothing you don't

already know about.



Just have the car

ready to go in case I call...



or the Civil Defense Warning

comes on.



What happens to you?



I'm not leaving without you.



I'll be evacuated

with the President.









And while you're under a rock

somewhere with the President,



what am I supposed to do

with our   children, Kenny?



Honey, we're not gonna

let it come to that.



I promise.



Jack and Bobby, they're...



They're smart guys.



You're smart, too.



Not like them.



Well, hi, Ken.



Helen just asked me

what sort of arrangements



we have for the families.



Yeah, I just checked that myself.



They're being issued

identity cards,



and the call comes,

evacuation officers



meet them at

pre-arranged departure areas.



They go by helicopter

to Mount Weather.



We meet them there.



Of course, that's for morale.



Missiles only take

  minutes to get here.



The President has

asked Jackie and the children

to come back from the country



and be with him.



You know those pictures




Pictures of Lincoln?



He looked so old near the end.



When we got here,

I said,



"It's not gonna

happen to us."



We were too young.



Why don't you go home tonight?



Go on home.



No. It's too much trouble

to get the car.



Ken, we can get your car

in    minutes.



- No.

- Go ahead.






I'll let her sleep.



I'll let 'em sleep.



It almost seemed today

as if time stood still.



The shooting

hadn't started yet,



but there weren't any

really encouraging signs



that it could be avoided,



but worried, alarmed,

afraid, perhaps even,



the American public,




appeared determined and resolved.



This is Walter Cronkite.



Good night.






- Yeah, thanks.

- Here you go, sir.



Gentlemen, can you hear me?



Yes, we can hear you fine.



I've got one minute

till   :   here.



The quarantine commences

in one minute.



And no sign of them stopping.






Quarantine is now in effect.



And it looks like

our first customers



are the Gagarin and Kimovsk.



Chief, I've got something

at zero-three-zero.



X.O., take a look at this.



New contact, Skipper.



What do we got?



A Russian sub.



General Quarters,

General Quarters!



All hands

man your battle stations!



General Quarters,

General Quarters!



All hands,

man your battle stations!



General Quarters,

General Quarters!



All hands,

man your battle stations!



Bracket     correlates to

our submarine at      yards.



It's protecting the freighters.



Bob, is there any way



we can avoid stopping

a submarine first?



I'm afraid not, Mr. President.



The sub has positioned itself

between the Pierce

and the Soviet ships.



Admiral Anderson insists

it's too much of a risk



to proceed with stopping

the freighters.



The Pierce would be

a sitting duck for the sub.



- Put me through to the Pierce.

- Yes, sir.



Admiral Anderson!



The President wishes

to speak directly to

the Captain of the Pierce.



Is that a problem?



No, it isn't, sir.



He's putting you through, sir.



Sir, I'm patching you

through to the bridge now.



This is the Captain

of the Pierce.



Captain, this is

the President speaking.



Mr. President.



Is there any way



you can force that sub

to the surface without

damaging it or yourself?



I can bring it up, Mr. President,



but whether it's damaged

or not is up to the sub.



Even if they do force it up,



that sub will be inspected

over the crew's dead bodies.



They'd be executed for

allowing it when they got home.



Captain, force the sub

to the surface.



Yes, Mr. President.



- Prepare to fire torpedoes.

- Prepare to fire torpedoes.

Aye, sir.



- Prepare to launch ASROC.

- Prepare to launch ASROC.

Aye, sir.



Watch your fingers!



Watch your fingers.



What are they up to?



They're slowing down.



Mr. Secretary,



I'm receiving reports.

The Russian ships appear

to be stopping.



Mr. President,



Reports are coming

in here to the Pentagon



that the ships

appear to be stopping.



Captain, belay that order.

Belay that order!



Hold your fire!



- Bob, where's that coming from?

- One second, Mr. President.



Somebody find out

what's going on.



Those ships

are definitely stopping.



Some are turning around.



Are they stopping?



I don't know what

the hell they're doing.



Admiral. Admiral,

what's happening!



Yes, sir, they are stopping.



Mr. President,



reports are coming in

from all around.



The ships are stopping.



Some are turning around.



Some are turning around.



We were eyeball to eyeball,



and I think

the other fella just blinked.



Yes, sir.



Yes, sir.

We have that information.



Mr. President.

Mr. President, sir.



We have the tally from NSA.



We have    ships stopping

and /or turning around.



  however, appear to be

continuing for the line.



It's a, uh, it's a mistake.



They must not have gotten

their orders yet. I'd-let 'em go.



No. That's unlikely, Bobby.



We' ve been monitoring

the radio transmissions



from the Gagarin and the Kimovsk.



Their radios are working

just fine, Mr. President.



One ship, an accident maybe.



  Mr. President?

This is intentional.



Mr. President, let 'em go.



Oh, you're still here, Bob?



  of the   continuing ships



are still a day

away from the line.



They've stopped the ones

we suspect have weapons aboard.



We'd look pretty bad shooting up

a freighter full of baby food.



We sure as shit would.



Captain, I want you to maintain

contact with those ships



and do nothing until I order

otherwise. Is that clear?



Yes, Mr. President.



Contact only.



At its beginning,

this day looked



as though it might be

one of armed conflict



between Soviet vessels

and American warships



on the sea lanes leading to Cuba.



Find out how close

our exercises are coming



to their anti-ship missiles.



God damn it!



How the goddamn hell

did this happen?



I'm gonna have Powers' head

on a platter...



Next to LeMay's.



Kenny, you hear me give the order

to go to DEFCON  ?



Because I remember giving the order

to go to DEFCON  



but I must be

suffering from amnesia.



I've just been informed

our nuclear forces are at DEFCON  .



They were limited, Mr. President.



- The orders were limited

to our strategic forces...

- Max!


            the continental United States.



General LeMay is correct.



Technically, SAC has

the statutory authority—



I have the authority!



I am the Commander in Chief

of the United States,



and I say when we go to war.



We're not at war, sir—

Not until DEFCON one.



General, the Joint Chiefs



have just signaled our intent

to escalate to the Soviets.



You signaled an escalation

which I had no wish to signal,



and which I did not approve.



Just get out of here, Max.



Yes, sir.



Rescind the order.

Can all the Chiefs.



Put Nitze, Gilpatrick and

the Under Secretaries in charge.



- Can't do that, Bobby.

- Yes, we can.



We can't fire the Chiefs, Bobby.



Our invasion talk

would look like a bluff.



Or even worse, that

there's been an attempted coup.






Kenny, give me...



a couple minutes

alone with Bobby, would you?



Just—Just try this on

for size.



We get a hold

of Walter Lippmann,



And we leak the idea of



pulling our Jupiter missiles

out of Turkey,



and the Soviets pull

their missiles out of Cuba.



Act through the U.N.!



K and K must talk!



End the arms race,

not the human race!









What did you think of

the Lippmann column this morning?



I think it's a bad idea.



Thank God. Look,

everybody's furious about it.



We trade away our missiles in Turkey,

and we're dead, politically.



You' ve got to stop it.



We know it was Jack and Bobby's idea.

They leaked it to Lippmann.



The military guys

are going ape—



Then they should speak up.



Christ, Ken,

it's not that easy.



- It is.

- No, it isn't.



They don't trust the people

who feel this way,



but these people are right,

and the Kennedys are wrong.



We need you to talk to them.



They'll listen to you.



Jack and Bobby are good men,

but it takes a certain—



You mean the President

of the United States?



And the Attorney General?



Kenny, they are good men,

but it takes a certain character,



moral toughness,

to stand up to the Soviets.



You listen to me.



You're in the White House

right now because of the Kennedys.



Now, they may be wrong,

they make mistakes,



but they are not weak.



The weak ones are these people

who can't seem to speak

their own minds.



You know I don't mean

that they're weak.



No, they just lack

a moral toughness.



Jesus Christ, Mac.



You—You think I'll

play your Judas for you?



You've never understood us,

your kind.



We've been fighting

with each other our whole lives,



but nobody plays us

off each other,



and nobody ever, ever

gets between us!



It's a goddamn

trial balloon, Kenny.



Well, then somebody

better publicly deny it,



'cause there's only one way

the world's gonna read this.



We sell out one of our friends

for our own safety.






Jesus Christ,

they're just killing us.



...and enter into negotiations



in order to normalize

this confrontation



and avert the threat

of a World War.



What is it

that Sun Tzu says?



War's a moral contest,

and they're won in the temples

before they're ever fought.



...this enormous danger

for all mankind



which exist at this moment...



It's right here. It's right here.

This is where we turn it around.



You call Adlai,



you tell him to stick it

to this son of a bitch.



...diplomatic resolution.



The U.S. Believes that

with their economic boycott,



by pressuring other countries



to cease trade with Cuba,



we would surrender

due to hunger.



How does it feel,

Mr. President,



to be this heroic



and force a country

to surrender...



Am I still on hold here?



They're trying

to find him right now.



Ken, Adlai's too weak.



We have to convince Jack to

pull him. Get McCloy in there.



You can't take him out

this late in the game, Bobby.



Zorin will eat him alive.



Then talk to your brother,

god damn it.



The two of you don't need

my advice to get into trouble.



What's gotten into you?



Are you still sore about

this Lippmann thing?



That's something your father

would have done right there.



My father?



I'm just trying to make a point.



This idea is that fucking bad.



Adlai can handle Zorin.

He knows the inning,

he knows the score.



He better,



because nobody believes

he's up to this—









- Adlai?

- Yes.



It's Ken. How you doing?



I'm busy, Ken.

What do you need?



The President told me

to pass a word to you.



Stick it to them.



Cuba together...



I hear you.

I'm glad it's you calling.



L—I thought

it would be Bobby.



Adlai, the world has

to know we're right.



If we're gonna have a chance

at a political solution,



we need international pressure.



You got to be tough, Adlai.



You need to find it, Buddy.



Well, if they're still sticking



to their stonewalling strategy,



I'll get them.



I'm an old political cat,




But I've got one life left.



I know you do.



See you, Ken.



We'll be able to find together

a proper...






We call upon the world



to condemn this purely

American provocation.



We, the people of Romania,



are standing in solidarity



with the people of

the Republic of Cuba

and the revolution



in the face of this

American threat to world peace.



Thank you, Mr. Chairman.



We're very glad that you could

join us, Mr. Stevenson.



For the last   hours,



the entire world here

is asking only questions.



The United States

is pushing the entire world



to the brink of catastrophe.



The people of the whole world

want to know why.



We are told again and again



about some

incontrovertible evidence



of offensive weapons in Cuba...



But no evidence

can be shown to us.



Perhaps your spy planes

are so secret



that you are simply incapable



to present such evidence.

Some planes.



I make the call,

Adlai is out. McCloy goes in.



Let's just hope

it doesn't come to that.



...simply don't have

such evidence.



Perhaps the United States

of America is simply mistaken.



Yes, the United States

of America



does not have any facts in hands,

only falsifications.



John, get ready to send

your staffer in.



He's gonna be coming out.



The Chair recognizes

the representative from

the United States of America.



Well, let me say something

to you, Mr. Ambassador.



We do have the evidence.



We do have it, and it is clear

and incontrovertible.



And let me say something else.



Those weapons

must be taken out of Cuba.



You, the Soviet Union,

have created this new danger...



Come on, Adlai.



Not the United States.



Mr. Zorin, I remind you

that the other day



you did not deny

the existence of these weapons,



but today, again,

if I have heard you correctly,



you now say they do not exist.



All right, sir, let me

ask you one simple question.



Come on, Adlai,

don't let him off.



Do you, Ambassador Zorin,



deny that the USSR

has placed and is placing



medium and intermediate-range

missiles in sites in Cuba?



Yes or no?



Don't wait for the translation.



Yes or no?






I am not

in the American courtroom,



and I do not wish to respond

to questions...



questions that a prosecutor

would put to the defendant.



You will get...



all the answers

to your questions



as this session progresses.



You are in a courtroom

of world opinion right now,



and you can answer yes or no.



You have denied they exist, and

I want to know if I have

understood you correctly.




Continue your statement.



You will get your answers

in due course.



Don't worry. Don't worry.



I'm prepared to wait for my answer

until Hell freezes over,



if that's what is needed.



John, I'll get back to you.



I'm also prepared to present

the evidence in this room



proving that the Soviet Union



has lied to the world.



If you have decided not

to continue your statement,



the Chair recognizes

the representative from Chile.



I yield my time on the floor



to the representative

of the United States.



Well, then,

ladies and gentlemen,



since it appears we're going

to be here for a while,



shall we have a look at what

the Soviets are doing in Cuba?



May we have

the presentation, please?



Ladies and gentlemen,

if you will observe

in photograph "a"...



Yeah. Yeah.



...taken approximately

August   ...



Old Adlai had it

in him after all.



Zorin must not have

gotten instructions.



Somebody in their Foreign Ministry

is blowing it big time.



In photograph "b",

we have October   th.

The photograph taken then...



Mr. President.



There are at least   missile sites

being constructed.



There are bunkers...



The ship is called the Grozny.



We lost track of it

yesterday at nightfall.



We thought we gave it

plenty of room when we

moved the quarantine line back.



We just reacquired it.



It crossed the line

hours ago.



Well, how the hell do you

lose a goddamn tanker?



What the hell's going on

over there?



Hail 'em again.



I want you to try 'em again.



We are kidding ourselves.



New coordinates for the Pierce.



Pierce coordinates,

   degrees,    minutes north,



   degrees,    minutes west.



Not responding, Chief.



Tell the Skipper.



They're not responding, sir.



General Quarters,

General Quarters!



All hands,

man your battle stations.



All hands,

man your battle stations.



Very well. Load your guns.



Guns are loaded, sir.



What was that, Admiral?



We've been hailing the Grozny

for the last hour, Mr. Secretary.



The Grozny refuses to stop.



What are you doing?



Carrying out our mission,

Mr. Secretary.



Now, if you don't mind,

we're very busy right now.



We need to be able

to do our jobs.



Admiral, I asked you a question.



We're going to follow

the rules of engagement—



The rules of engagement

which the President has

approved and signed



in his order of    October.






Yes, you may proceed,




- Clear your guns.

- What?



Damn it!



- Stop that firing!

- What?



Stop that firing!



Cease fire. Cease fire!



God help us.



- The ship was firing star shells.

- What?



Star shells! Flares,

Mr. Secretary.



God damn it! I've got

a job to do here.



Now, you've been camped out

out there since Monday night.



You're tired, you're exhausted,

and you're making mistakes.



You interfere with me and

you will get some of my men killed,



and I will not allow that!



Star shells.



Get out of our way,

Mr. Secretary.



The Navy's been

running blockades



since the days

of John Paul Jones.



I believe the President

made it clear



that there will be no firing on ships

without his express permission.



With all due respect,

Mr. Secretary,



we were not firing on that ship.



What the hell was that?



Firing on a ship

means attacking a ship.



We were not attacking

that ship.



We were firing over it.



That was not the President's

intention when he gave that order.



What if the Soviets

don't see the distinction?



What if they make

the same mistake I just made?



There will be no firing anything

near any Soviet ships



without my express permission.



Now is that understood,




Is it?!



Yes, sir.



And I will only issue

such instructions



when ordered to

by the President.



John Paul Jones!



You don't understand a thing,

do you, Admiral?



This isn't a blockade!



This is language—

A new vocabulary



the likes of which the world

has never seen.



This is President Kennedy




with Secretary Khrushchev.



Well, who the hell

authorized this missile test?



Who do you think?



God knows what this is gonna

communicate to the Soviets.



Communicate with the Soviets?



We can't communicate

with the Pentagon,



and it's just across

the goddamn river.



LeMay must think

you're afraid of him.



I'm not taking that bait.



The right move here

is to move on.



The United States Destroyer

Joseph P. Kennedy...



This is the point



at which we are concerned



that there

might be shooting



among the ships at sea,



the possibility that invasion

might have to be undertaken



to assure that those bases

are eliminated.



If invasion is undertaken,



the Russians have said

that they would retaliate



with rocket fire.



We have said if there's

rocket fire from Cuba,



we will retaliate,



and there goes

the whole ballgame.






What's this?



Can anyone just

walk in here now?



Ken, don't worry. I'm not

here to do an interview.



Well, if you're looking

for a cup of sugar, John,

you got the wrong door.



Kenny, we need to see

the President.



Something's happened.



The point of the crisis...

This is the point at which...



I have lunch with him,

maybe once a month.



The way he talks, he acts like

he knows Khrushchev personally,



but he's never elaborated.



I've used him as a source

in a couple of stories.



The FBI has identified

this Alexander Fomin



as the Soviet resident,



um, the KGB equivalent

of one of our Station Chiefs.



He's their highest-ranking

spy in this country,



and he knows John's

a friend of mine.



All the trademarks of

a back-channel overture.



Yeah. Some back channel.



ABC News guy, my goddamn

next-door neighbor.



So they'll remove the missiles,



and we'll pledge not to

invade Cuba or destabilize Castro



or assist anyone

who plans in doing so.



I think this may be our

first real message from Khrushchev.



The alternative,

Mr. President, is that



this could be a trap.




And how is that exactly?



Dangle a settlement.



Tie us down in negotiation.

We come up short.



Why else would they

approach us this way?



It's deniable.



The Soviets have done

nothing but lie to us.



This could just be

more of the same.



That may be why Khrushchev's

introducing this guy.



We've been burned

by his usual players

in the formal channels,



so he brings in

an honest broker.



That may be what

they want us to think.



The truth is, Mr. President,



we don't even really know

who Fomin speaks for.



It could be Khrushchev.



It could be some faction

of the Politburo



or the KGB itself.

We just don't know.



Oh, by the way, Scali,

your activities now fall under



the secrecy codicils

of the National Security Act.



Sorry, John. No Pulitzer.



Mr. President,

we haven't much time.



I'm scheduled to meet

with him again in   /  hours.



So it seems

the question of the day is,



is the offer legitimate?



And if it is...



Well, if it is,

we can't afford to ignore it.



So, John...



We'll have instructions

for you



in a couple of hours.



Thank you.



Thank you, John.



Sir, we don't have much time to

play out back-channel communiqués.






I need you to get over

to your old stomping grounds



and go through everything

the FBI has on Fomin,



And I need your best call—

Is the guy legit,



and is he speaking

for Khrushchev?



OK, so what we got here is

this guy Alexander Feklisov,

aka Alexander Fomin,



declared Counsel

to the Soviet Embassy,



but in reality

the KGB Papa spy.



An illustrious tour of duty

during the Great Patriotic War



gets him

on the Party fast track.



Various tours of duty in KGB.



American postings.

He's an expert on us,



and that is all that

we got on Papa spy.



How do you become the KGB

top spy in the United States?



You gotta know someone.



You gotta know someone.



So, politics is politics.



Walter, get me

Khrushchev's files.



Pass me that.



I want to see their career

chronology side by side.



- We know they're not related, right?

- Right.



They're not from

the same hometown.



They went

to different schools.






So if they were gonna meet,



they should have met here.



I think they could have met.



They couldn't have.



He was an engineer stationed

outside of Moscow

at the end of '  .



That's it.



They know each other.

They're war buddies.



That's pretty thin, Kenny.



Well, real life

usually is, Walter.



They know each other, Jack.



Khrushchev and Fomin

were war buddies.



You sure?



Don't take it to court,

but we've got



good circumstantial evidence.



Well, you're there. I mean,

what's your instinct?

I gotta move on this.



My gut's telling me

that Khrushchev's turning



to a trusted old friend

to carry his message.



OK. We're going.



I've been instructed

to tell you



that the American Government

would respond favorably



to an offer along the lines

that you have discussed.



If such a solution were raised

at the U.N. By Ambassador Zorin,



he would find a favorable reply

from Ambassador Stevenson.



So, I understand you correctly.



If the missiles in Cuba

were dismantled,



returned to the Soviet Union



and a guarantee was made

not to reintroduce them,



the United States

would be prepared



to guarantee that

it would never invade Cuba?



That is correct.



And this is from

the Highest Authority?



Yes, the Highest Authority.



There are   conditions.



The U.N. Must be allowed to inspect

the removal of the missiles.



Of course, the U.N.

Must also be allowed



to observe the redeployment



of forces from

the American Southeast.



I can't speak to that.



What's the second

condition, John?



Time is of the essence.



How much time?






In    hours,

there can be no deals.



Hoo hoo.



I'll see what I can do.



I think it's very difficult to

make a decision from this document.



Well, it looks to me like

Fomin's overture was genuine.



That's a big "if," Bobby.



It's    pages

of sentimental fluff,



but he's saying it right here.



He'll remove the missiles



in return for

a no-invasion pledge.



Mm-hmm. Mr. President,

our early analysis says



this probably was written

by Khrushchev himself.



It's a first draft.

It shows no signs



of being polished

by the Foreign Ministry.



In fact, it probably wasn't

even approved by the Politburo



as they wouldn't let

the emotionalism go by.



The analysts say it

was written by someone



under considerable stress.



Glad to know we're not alone.



Well, it never was my intention

to invade Cuba anyway...



Until they put

the missiles in there.



Gentlemen, I think



we should

seriously consider this deal.



- Hi.

- Hi.



You look old, O'Donnell.



You don't.



It's  :   in the morning.



You flirting with me?



We got a back-channel communication

from Khrushchev this evening,



feeling us out about a deal.



He confirmed it



just a little while ago

in a letter.



Thank God.



Jack kicked us out of

his house for the night.



Darn it.



For a second there,

I thought you'd been fired.



No such luck.



You know,

I'm driving home...



there was something

I wanted to tell you.



Finish that thought.






Kenny, it's Bob. We're getting

another letter over the teletype



from Khrushchev.

I have a bad feeling.



Ok, I'll be right there.



You're beautiful.



It looks like Fomin

was a ploy after all,



and they were just

stalling for time.



It gets worse.




my specialists are in agreement.



This morning's letter

is not Khrushchev.



Last night's letter was.



The evidence supports

only one conclusion.



There's been a coup, and

Khrushchev was replaced overnight.






At the very least,

it does suggest



he's been co-opted

by hard-line elements.



Which at the end of the day,

amounts to the same thing.



A puppet Khrushchev



and a hard-line Soviet Government

pulling the strings.



No deal, and the missiles

are almost operational.



What if the Soviets

have no intention of

honoring this second deal?



Then tomorrow,

they make another condition.




the quarantine isn't working,



and they're completing work

on the missile sites.



Sir, I think we have to issue

pre-invasion orders for our forces.



Mr. President,



this morning's

photography is in.



It appears the Soviets

have commenced



a crash program

to ready their missiles.



The first missiles became

operational last night.



We expect they'll all

be operational in    hours.



Then we're out of time.

We have to go in.



That may not be as easy

as we thought, either.



We have gotten confirmation



the Soviets

have also deployed




nuclear weapons to Cuba.



FROGs, we call 'em.

Short-range tactical nukes.



Now, we don't know

whether they've delegated



release authority

to their local commanders



for use on

our invasion troops,



but the good news is,



as of this moment,

we know where the FROGs are,



and we can target them, too.



But the longer we wait,



the harder it's going to get.



We have no choice.




issue orders to our forces



to be prepared to execute

the air strikes Monday morning.



And the follow-on invasion



according to

the schedule thereafter.



I'll need

the official release orders

on my desk on Sunday night.



Understood, sir.



We'll need to step up

our overflights,



finalize our pilots'

target folders



in order to carry out

the strikes.



- Permission granted.

- Yes, sir.



Well, gentlemen,



if anybody's got

any great ideas, now's the time.



Major Anderson, there's

a phone call for you.



Thank you.



All right. Give me

just a second here, guys.



This is Major Anderson.






Hello, anyone there?



- Major?

- Yes, sir?



My name is Kenneth O'Donnell,

Special Assistant to the President.



Major, a few days ago,

the President ordered me



to help him keep control



of what's going on out there.



I've been—I've been

browbeating pilots,



you know, Navy guys

left and right



to make sure you don't get us

here in Washington into trouble.



But you know what?



We're pretty damn good ourselves

at getting into trouble,



so instead of

riding your ass,



I'm just gonna tell you

what's going on here

and let you figure out



how best to help us out up here.



Go ahead, sir.



Last night, it, uh...



Iooked like we were

going to cut a deal to

get us all out of this mess.



Today, the Soviets

are reneging.



We're gonna try and

salvage the situation, but



a lot of things

are going wrong today.



It's making everyone nervous.



And when things go wrong,



people will become

more nervous,



and it will be very hard

to avoid going to war.



I'm not sure what you're

tying to tell me, sir.



Just my standard line



I've been repeating

to guys like you all week.



Don't get shot down.



Beyond that, whatever else

you can do to help us

I'd appreciate it.






When you're at       feet,



there's a million things

that can go wrong. I mean,



Is your oxygen mix right?

Are your cameras gonna freeze up?



Are you leaving a contrail?

Those million things,



they're beyond

your control mostly.






You know,

when you realize that,



there's a kind of peace,

you know?



If you're a good man and

if your ground crew are good men,



that is all you can ask for.



With the grace of God,

that'll get you through.



Are you a religious man?



Yes, sir, I am.






The plane is missing, Kenny.



We are presuming

the pilot is dead.



Well, it's hard to believe,



with the Soviet centralized

command structure,



that this could've been

an accidental launch.



The question is, does

this attack on our plane



represent a definitive

intentional escalation



on the part of the Soviets?



Mr. President,



taken with the events

of the past few hours,



I believe this confirms

our worst fears.



We're now dealing with

a hard-line Soviet Government,



Perhaps with Khrushchev

as a puppet head, perhaps not.

We don't know.



You OK?






I'm fine.



Mr. President...



What now?



A U-  on a routine

air-sampling mission



got lost and penetrated

Soviet airspace over Siberia.



Oh, God damn it!



Soviets scrambled MIGs in pursuit,

thinking it was a bomber.



Got out OK.



Somebody forgot

to cancel the mission.



You know, there's always

some son of a bitch who

doesn't get the word.



You know, this is

just what we need.



Soviets thinking

we're bombing them.



Anybody else?



Mr. President,



our pilots are in danger.



We must order punitive air strikes

against the SAM site



that shot down Major Anderson



per our rules of engagement.






I want confirmation it wasn't

some sort of accident first.



Mr. President.



I think that's

a good idea, Mr. President.



I can wait a day and a half.



Be safer for my boys to

get the SAMs on Monday



when we get the rest

of the bastards.



Hut... hut!



Yeah, yeah.






That's the quarter.



- Hey, Dad.

- Hey, Sport.



- You winning?

- Yeah.



Is everything

gonna be OK, Dad?



Everything's gonna

be fine, Kenny.



I guess you won't

be coming home tonight.



I, uh...






Let's go!

Second quarter!



It's OK. Go on back

to your game.



All right.

I'll see you around, Dad.



First down!






Damn it!



Jesus, Mary and Joseph!



Take off for   hours,

you're gonna miss a little drama.



I told you how stupid it was

to float that Lippmann article.



Now you're gonna

do it for real?



The Jupiters

are obsolete, Kenny.



They were supposed

to have been dismantled—



I know they're obsolete!

That's not the point.



The point is, you trade

our missiles in Turkey

for theirs in Cuba,



they're gonna force us

into trade after trade,



until finally,

a couple of months from now,



they demand something

we won't trade, like Berlin,



and we do end up in a war.



Not to mention that

long before that happens,



this administration

will be politically dead.



I don't care

if this administration



ends up in the freaking toilet!



We don't do a deal tonight,

there won't be any administration.



It's the wrong move, Bobby,



and it's not just me

who thinks that.



Everyone on this

so-called EXCOM is telling

you exactly the same thing.



Well, whose side

are you on now, Ken?



Oh... God damn it.



What if there hasn't

been a coup at all?



What if it's you two?



- What is that supposed to mean?

- What if it was you two



who invited that second letter

by raising the possibility

of a trade?



Mr. President, we have

only    hours left,



and whatever response we send,



it will take several

hours for the wire



to be received by our Embassy

and delivered to the Kremlin.



So we're looking at

early tomorrow morning



at the earliest before

Khrushchev can respond.



Which one of you geniuses



is gonna tell me

how to explain it to the world



if we don't make this trade?



So, what are we gonna

say to the Soviets



about this offer?



Well, it depends,

doesn't it? I mean,



Do we really believe

there's been a coup?



What if Fomin wasn't a ploy?



What if his message was real?



What if what is happening

is a series of accidents?



Accidents like them

shooting down our U- ?



Yes, accidents like that.



And the accident's

making the second letter

seem more aggressive



and the whole situation

appear worse than it really is.



- "The Guns of August".

- That's right.



So we just reject

the second letter?



No. No, no.



We don't reject it.



We accept the first letter



and pretend the second

letter doesn't exist.



It won't work because

that's wishful thinking!



He made an offer, so l—



That's the same

wishful thinking, Bobby,



that blinded us

all these months



while the Soviets were sneaking

those missiles in under our noses.



Ignore the second letter,



agree to the conditions

of the first.



There's no reason to believe

the Soviets will let it go.



Max is right.

Why will they accept it?



It can work if—



If they believe

we're gonna hit 'em,



and hit 'em hard.

We've got time



for one more round

of diplomacy, and that's it.



The first air strikes

start in    hours.



But we have to make

them agree to it.



Right. So how do we do that?



Well, we give them something.



We tell 'em we're gonna remove

the missiles from Turkey—



Hang on!



But we do that

  months from now,



so it appears

there's no linkage.



We also tell 'em if they go

public about it, we'll deny it.



Right. We deny it.

The deal's off.



And we do it under the table,

so we can disavow

any knowledge of it.



It's transparent, Kenny.

The press'll be all over it.



  months from now, we're

not gonna care, are we?



We'll deal with it then.



At the least, it'll expose whether

Khrushchev has been overthrown.



We'll know who

we're up against.



Well, I've been thinking

about Khrushchev,



and if this is

a move to appease



the hard-liners

in his Government,



then it may be

just the bone he needs



to regain control

of his own house.



Whoever carries the message

has to hit the nail on the head.



Come across as too soft,

they'll push us.



Too hard, they'll be cornered,

and even more dangerous.



All of you—



All of you do understand



that there is an enormous risk

in offering this deal.



Because if they turn us down,

and we've already told them



that we're coming in

on Monday morning...



- They'll strike first.

- Yes.






You know Dobrynin best.






Then you're it.



Ted, I want you to

start working on the draft.



And, Bobby, you gotta go in there.

You gotta make them understand



that we have to have

an answer tomorrow,



because Monday we go to war.



What do you want?

A good-bye kiss?



Hey, Joe, listen.

I'll take care of him.



Go on inside. Grab some coffee.

We'll be back pretty quick.



- Are you sure?

- Sure.



What's the matter with you?



Forget how to open

a car door?






You rich people.



I promised the girls

I'd take them riding tomorrow.



Make sure

you keep that date.



We gave up so much to get here.



I don't know. Sometimes I think,

what the hell did we do it for?



Well, I don't know

about you, but



I'm in it for the money.



We knew we could do

a better job than everyone else.






You know, I...



l—I hate being called

the brilliant one,



the ruthless one...



The guy everybody's afraid of.



I hate it.



I'm not so smart, you know?



I'm not so ruthless.



Well, you're right

about the smart part.



I don't know if I can do this.



There's nobody else

I'd rather have going in there



than you—



Nobody else

I'd trust Helen and...



the kids' lives to.



Take a left.



You smell that?



They're burning

their documents.



They think we're going to war.



God help us, Ken.



Sir, Ambassador Dobrynin

is already here.

He's waiting in your office.






I'll whistle up

some luck for you.



Mr. Ambassador. Thank you.



Who are you?



A friend.



My brother, my friends,

my countrymen, and I



cannot and will not permit



those missiles

to become operational.



I promise you that.



Then I fear our   nations

will go to war...



And I fear

where war will lead us.



If the missiles do not

become operational,



if you remove the missiles,



then there will be no war.



At this moment, the President

is accepting the terms



of Secretary Khrushchev's

letter of Friday night.



If the Soviet Union

halts construction immediately,



removes the missiles,

and submits to U.N. Inspection,



the United States will pledge



to never invade Cuba or

aid others in that enterprise.



If your Jupiter missiles in Turkey

were removed also,



such an accommodation

could be reached.



That's not possible.



The United States cannot

agree to such terms under threat.



Any belief to the contrary

was in error.



You want war?






While there can be

no quid pro quo on this issue,



the United States can offer

a private assurance.



Now, our Jupiter missiles

in Turkey are obsolete



and have been scheduled

for withdrawal for some time.



This withdrawal should take place

within, say,   months.



Of course,

any public disclosure



of this assurance

would negate the deal



and produce the most stringent

denials from our Government.



This private assurance



represents the word

of the Highest Authority?






And it can be relayed beyond

Comrade Khrushchev's ears



to the top circles

of my Government?



Our pledge can be relayed

to any Government officials



Secretary Khrushchev

sees fit to satisfy,



with the caveat that

it is not to be made public



in any way, shape, or form.



And we must have

an answer tomorrow,



at the latest.



I cannot stress

this point enough.









Then you must excuse me

and permit me to relay



the substance of our discussion

to my superiors.



Of course.



We have heard stories that

some of your military men

wish for war.



You're a good man.



Your brother is a good man.



I assure you

there are other good men.



Let us hope

the will of good men



is enough to counter

the terrible strength



of this thing

that was put in motion.



What's going to happen?



If the sun comes up tomorrow,



it is only because

of men of good will.



And that's...



That's all there is

between us and the Devil.



This is Radio Moscow.



Premier Khrushchev

has sent a message



to President Kennedy today.



The Soviet Prime Minister




the need for urgent measures

to prevent a fatal turn of events



and to preserve world peace.



In addition to instructions

earlier transmitted



to stop construction work

on installations in Cuba,



the Soviet Government

has ordered



the dismantling

of weapons in Cuba,



as well as their crating



and return to the Soviet Union.



Is everybody ready for church?



It's a beautiful morning.



Pass the butter up to Dad.



Dad, you want your paper?



Dad, what's wrong?



The sun came up.



Every day the sun comes up

says something about us.



What does it say, Dad?



What's wrong with Daddy?



This is the foreign policy trophy

we were hoping for.



Mr. President, sir.



Mr. President, great job.



Hold it, hold it.



Well, Mr. President,



I think I can speak

for everyone here



when I say,

"Bring on those mid-terms,



there's no stopping us now."



-   more years.

- All right.



You know, it's been

a long   weeks, and...



or whatever, but...



I'd like to thank you all.

I think you all did a great job,



and I just think...



I don't think we should be

gloating too much.



It was...



just as much a victory

for them as it was for us.



Hear, hear.



Enjoy your morning.



Thank you, Mr. President.



Get some rest, Mr. President.



We've got a lot

of new clout right now,



and we can run the table

on Khrushchev,



the Middle East,

and Southeast Asia.



Right. You're right.



Dear Mr. And Mrs. Anderson,



I was deeply shocked

when advised your son was lost



in an operational mission

on Saturday,



October        .



Your son rendered distinguished



and dedicated service

to his country



throughout his career.



He was admired...



and respected



for his courage,



and his professional skill

by all with whom he served.



His tragic loss

will be deeply felt...



and a grateful nation

will be forever in his debt.



Ken, we're out here.



What kind of a peace

do we seek?



I am talking about

genuine peaceThe kind of peace that makes

life on earth worth living—



Not merely peace in our time,



but peace in all time.



Our problems are man-made,




they can be solved by man.



For in the final analysis,



our most basic common link



is that we all inhabit



this small planet.



We all breathe the same air.



We all cherish

our children's future,



and we are all mortal.


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