Thirteen Days

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Hey!

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?

No.

All right. Gotta go. Be good.

You?

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.

Good.

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 '64.

Look into that, uh...

That Vietnam thing.

- What, the 2 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?

Today.

That's it.

That's the one we're looking for.

- I need to see the President, Kenny. - All right.

2:30 to 2:45 or 4:30 to 5: 00. Take your pick.

No, I need to see him now, Ken.

You can go on up. I'll let him know you're coming.

Coffee?

Yeah.

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. Loyalty!

Now, any part of this you don't understand?

Good.

What?

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-2s took these pictures.

The Soviets are putting medium-range ballistic missiles into Cuba.

They appear to be the SS-4, range of 1000 miles,

3-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.

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.

OK.

Let's have it.

Arthur?

Gentlemen, as most of you now know,

a U-2 over Cuba Sunday morning

took a series of disturbing photographs.

Our analysis at NPIC indicates

that the Soviet Union has followed up

its conventional weapons buildup in Cuba

with the introduction of surface-to-surface

medium-range ballistic missiles, or MRBMs.

Our official estimate at this time

is that this missile system is the SS-4 Sandal.

We do not believe that the missiles are as yet operational.

Ironbark reports that the SS-4 can deliver

a 3-megaton nuclear weapon 1000 miles.

So far, we've identified 32 missiles

serviced by about 3,400 men,

undoubtedly 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 5 minutes of warning.

5 minutes, gentlemen.

In those 5 minutes, they could kill 80 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 10 to 14 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-2 coverage.

Gentlemen, 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.