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"They're dreadfully fond of beheading people here.
"The great wonder is that there's anyone left alive."
Perhaps now you will tell us your rank.
My rank... My rank...
is go to hell.
Hello. My name is Elizabet. I am to be your guide.
Outside of Spain, this is the largest collection of Coellos in the world.
You were followed on your way to the museum.
Who are they?
The Allamvedelmi Hatosag, what the Hungarians call the AVH.
AVH secret police.
You're not Hungarian?
No, I'm English. My husband was Hungarian.
I saw the AVH men through my office window,
a car and at least three people on foot.
It must be standard procedure for them to keep tabs on foreigners.
We're going out a way the AVH doesn't seem to watch.
What happens when the Hungarian secret police realizes
I'm not coming out the front door after the museum closes?
They are so frightened of the wrath of their superiors,
they shan't report you missing.
They will simply go back to your hotel and wait for you there.
We have seen it many times before.
So, what's an English girl doing mixed up in a Hungarian uprising?
I am doing this because of my husband.
How does Arpad Zelk feel about his wife being an operative in the resistance?
I'm not married to Arpad. I married another Hungarian.
He was interrogated by the AVH two years ago.
He didn't survive.
I'm sorry.
He and Arpad shared a prison cell together.
One night, the guards brought my husband back to the cell.
He had been beaten to within an inch of his life.
Arpad couldn't save him.
He just had to sit there and watch him bleed to death on a cold stone floor.
When he was released, Arpad came to tell me everything.
- I didn't... I didn't mean to pry. - Of course you did.
You are an agent of the CIA.
Jack McAuliffe, let me introduce you to Arpad Zelk.
It is an honor to meet such a distinguished poet.
As I compose my poems in Hungarian, my distinction resembles that of a bird
chirping at the top of his lungs in a soundproof cage.
My friends, fighters in the resistance.
Please sit down, Mr. McAuliffe.
Magyar Torkoly, a brandy made from the skins of grapes
after they have been crushed to make wine.
Cheers.
And now, if you please, Mr. McAuliffe,
what message do you bring to us from the United States of America?
My superiors would like you to postpone your uprising.
How long?
Somewhere between a year and 18 months.
The United States cannot be drawn into a war with the Soviet Union.
We need more time.
Radio Free Europe has spoken endlessly in its broadcasts
about rolling back communism. We have been listening.
Radio Free Europe is not an organ of the United States government.
If you please, who pays for Radio Free Europe?
Mr. McAuliffe, let me try to explain what life is like in Hungary.
We live in a country sick with what we call...
Doorbell fever.
Everybody lives in terror that the AVH will ring their bell at midnight
and take them away for questioning or torture.
Hungarian people will no longer live in fear of their own government,
fear that their children might be taken away,
their parents, brothers and sisters never to return.
Your people will listen to you. You have influence.
No, you don't understand. You don't understand!
I cannot postpone what will happen any more than I can control it.
Two Soviet tank units have been observed 40 miles outside of Budapest.
They could be here in an hour.
Russia needs your country for their ballistic missiles
if they are to menace NATO's southern flank in Italy and Greece.
They will be forced to intervene.
Thucydides wrote that three things push men to war:
Honor, fear
and self-interest.
If we go to war, for Hungarians, it will be a matter of honor and fear.
We cling to the view that America will be motivated by self-interest.
This is not a river of hatred, of revolt.
This is a waterfall of emotion.
Why are you helping him?
Let's say, Mr. McAuliffe,
your wife was taken from you in the middle of the night.
I don't have a wife.
But you've been in love, surely.
Let's say your love was taken from you in the middle of the night.
And when you asked why they were doing this,
they said that she was an enemy of the people.
And what if your three-year-old daughter was taken from you,
because they said you were no longer fit to raise her?
What would you do?
Where is your daughter now?
I am forbidden to see her for more than one day per year.
She lives in the countryside on a collective farm.
She is eight years old now.
It has been 206 days since I last saw her.
We intervene in Hungary, we risk starting something that can't be stopped.
I don't like the idea of staring into the barrel of a gun.
We're talking about a future more insidious than fascism, Allen.
The Soviets are too vested in Hungary to back down if we assist with the revolution.
They'll have to crush it, and then we'll be responsible for starting World War III.
If we don't take a stand here,
we run the risk of dividing the world into two halves,
the one half communist, the other half democratic.
And we may never be able to penetrate the iron curtain once it's slammed shut.
This is the one that made him famous. It's called E for Ertelmisegi
which means "intellectual" in Hungarian.
When he was released from prison, he was 29 years old,
and this poem had been passed from hand to hand
until half of Hungary seemed to know it by heart.
I'd like to discuss a very promising proposition for two champions.
Those who do not want to enter this world can leave now without embarrassment.
To those who choose to stay,
welcome to the Company.
You are an employee of the American Central Intelligence Agency,
a member of the Soviet Russia Division
in Mr. Frank Wisner's Directorate for Operations.
Since 1952, you have worked in Berlin under the guidance of Harvey Torriti.
You must have me confused with somebody else.
- Perhaps now you will tell us your rank. - My rank...
is go to hell.
No, no. Bring him.
My name is Jack McAuliffe.
I am an officer of the United States Central Intelligence Agency.
My pay grade is GS-15.
And what message did your government bring Arpad Zelk?
Leave her alone and I'll tell you!
What message did you bring from the Americans?
What message did you bring Arpad?
The message was
if you choose to revolt,
the United States government will lend its full and complete support,
including its full military might.
Jim, if we are not here to protect the world from despots and dictators,
Jim, if we are not here to protect the world from despots and dictators,
then shoot me now, because my life work is for nothing.
Well, Frank, subtlety and patience is far more lethal to the communists
than blunt force.
Gentlemen, we are here because one of our own is in trouble.
The Hungarian government has officially denied any knowledge
of Jack McAuliffe's whereabouts.
The secret police have got him locked up somewhere.
We just have to push harder.
You sent him in there without diplomatic immunity.
Can't claim to want a man back
that you supposedly never sent in there in the first place.
Jim, he's a colleague of yours. Are you that cold?
You'd just let him rot in some communist prison?
Jack knew the risks of the mission.
Regardless of the mission, he's an American citizen.
To go hat in hand to the Hungarians and ask for our man back
is not an idea I'm willing to entertain.
Surely we can come down *** the Hungarians
if they're snatching Americans up off the streets of Budapest.
- We've got to act, Allen. - Or we wait.
Doing nothing isn't much of a plan to put into effect.
Mr. Kritzky, I'm not sure I've heard your voice in this room before.
I'm not sure I like it.
Jack has made a lot of sacrifices for the Company.
Leaving him out in the cold isn't something I'm going to keep quiet about.
Kritzky is right.
We're not going to let one of our agents rot in prison.
Okay, well, it's the Russians who are behind it, of course.
If the KGB sneezes, it's the AVH that catches a cold.
We're getting nowhere with the Hungarian secret police.
On the other hand, the KGB does have a vested interest
in preserving the modus vivendi between two intelligence services.
So how should we approach the KGB?
Well, I've got a hunch that Mr. Kritzky already has a plan.
The Sorcerer can contact his KGB counterpart in Berlin
and point out the disadvantages to both sides
if they allowed their satellite countries to start taking scalps.
So, Oskar... You don't mind if I call you Oskar, do you?
You've never thought about defecting, have you?
Torriti, for this you bring me out in the freezing cold?
Oh, don't lose your water, chum. I'm just pulling your leg.
Man, you Russians ought to lighten up a little bit,
maybe get laid once in a while.
No, the only reason I mentioned defection is because I'm...
I'm concerned about your family.
What about my family?
Well, suppose you kick the bucket, Oskar.
Would your family get a pension?
If you are threatening me, I must inform you
that there are two sharpshooters with your head in their telescopic sights.
Well, if I don't make it off the ice, Oskar,
you can bet your *** you won't make it off, either.
I'm concerned with what would happen to your family
if we start killing each other off.
By "we," I mean the KGB and the CIA.
I mean, after all, we're not Mafia clans.
We're civilized organizations who just happen to be on either side of a divide,
and we don't see eye to eye on things like,
you know, what makes free elections free
and not being afraid of being woken up in the middle of the night
and dragged off to some Siberian labor camp, that kind of thing.
We must be careful to,
well, that is your KGB and my CIA,
not to hurt each other's people.
As far as I know, we are not hurting any CIA people.
Well, you don't know very far,
because one of my people's in your custody right now.
But I am given regular updates of all our activities in Moscow and Berlin.
This particular person fell off our radar screens,
hasn't been seen for two days in Budapest.
Ah, Hungary.
I'm afraid that complicates matters, Harvey.
The Hungarian AVH is completely autonomous.
Autonomous, my ***.
The KGB runs the AVH like it runs every other intelligence service in Eastern Europe.
You KGB guys take a crap, the AVH flushes the toilet.
Oskar, what would happen
if I were to reach inside my jacket now and pull out my handgun
and shove it up against your Stalin-Ioving Russky gut?
I would say it would be a form of suicide.
Looks like your sharpshooters lost their competition of hide and seek
- against my crew. - Harvey...
How would you like a new blow hole, Oskar?
Damn! I forgot to load it!
Anything happens to my guy, Oskar,
I'm loading this gun and I'm coming after you.
If my guy doesn't come back, your wife starts collecting your pension!
Let me begin by expressing my regret at the,
what shall I call it,
the zeal with which some of my Hungarian colleagues questioned you.
You handled yourself admirably under interrogation.
Even under duress, you stuck with your story.
There's no story.
The United States government will stop your tanks at the border.
Our courtesy extended to you does not apply to the English national
who was taken into custody the same night as you.
She told us everything that was said
in the meeting between yourself and Arpad Zelk.
We know the truth.
Where is she?
She continues to be interrogated.
My Hungarian colleagues are hoping to put their hands on Arpad Zelk
before the...
demonstrations in the city grow any larger.
That's not what I'd call demonstrations.
It's a full-fledged revolution going on out there.
I'm American! Don't shoot!
I was their prisoner! Don't shoot!
Don't shoot! I was their prisoner!
Don't shoot!
- Where is Elizabet? - She's still inside.
Jack, I think I told them who you were.
It's over now. It's over.
I have information that could be of great help to your Central Intelligence Agency.
How did you know I was CIA?
How did you know that I worked for Wisner, that I was in Berlin with Torriti?
Take me into your custody.
Protect me from them and I will tell you everything.
I think you're out of luck, buddy.
You have a mole in your CIA! That is how I know. The mole!
- Who? - I can give you information
that you can surely use to find out his identity.
If he's telling the truth, he has information that could be vital to the CIA.
I can help you, McAuliffe! Protect me!
Protect me! Protect me! Protect me!
Hatred smoldering for a decade erupts without warning.
Hatred smoldering for a decade erupts without warning.
The flames of liberty and revenge against tyranny leap high.
With uncontrolled fury, crowds set fire to Russian flags
and put Soviet books to the torch.
The Red Star is sent tumbling into the gutter.
Budapest is in revolt.
Word comes of shooting on the other side of the city,
and the rebels, armed now, run to the scene.
A quiet park has become a no-man's land.
They are showing the world that freedom is worth dying for.
- You know how to drive a tractor? - I could try.
Good, then you can try to drive that.
Elizabet!
Firing!
After years of being "comrades," we have suddenly become "citizens."
Arpad! Arpad, listen to me!
You've got to take back control of this or you're going to force the Soviets' hand.
- You stop now and you can still negotiate. - No negotiation.
They'll destroy you,
and they will destroy everything you've fought for
unless you take control and stop the killing.
Do you think you can have half a revolution, Jack? A revolution without bloodshed? No.
The Russians will not invade for the same reason they didn't invade Yugoslavia.
They know our young people are ready to die for the revolution,
and they will take a lot of young Russian soldiers with them.
You're asking me to control years of oppression, years of torture and terror?
I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to.
Firing!
For God's sakes, Arpad, take these people prisoner!
No negotiation.
Message, sir.
- It's from McAuliffe! - From Jack?
"Freedom fighters under-supplied against T-34 tanks.
"Will fight to death for their cause.
"Urge powers that be to back up Hungarians. McAuliffe."
You're going to have to convince Cockroach Alley to help the Hungarians
on your own, Frank.
We promised these people that we would support them.
We've got to send them troops to back them up!
Ike is absolutely adamant about
not sending in troops or tanks to help the Hungarians.
Most of these revolutionaries, they're students.
They're kids, Allen.
We know we're not sending in tanks, but do the Russians need to know that?
Yes, if the Russians believe the United States is sending air cover and tanks,
that could give the Hungarians just the amount of time they need to hold out,
outlast the Russians, maybe.
Well, if that's the best we can do...
Start radio traffic.
Make sure the Soviets are listening.
Hello.
Sasha.
Jack! Jack, come this way!
I know a way out. Come!
Through this alleyway! I know a way to Kilian barracks.
Stone walls, three meters thick!
- Much ammunition. - Get down!
Where is America now, huh?
It's over, isn't it?
It won't be over for Arpad until he is dead.
Until everyone is dead.
Are you willing to die for this?
Why do you care, Jack?
You can go back to the CIA, to America.
This isn't even your country!
But it's my daughter's country.
And I'll fight for her freedom, for her future,
so that she doesn't have to live in fear of imprisonment and torture.
And I'll stand at her father's side to do that.
Here, it's another one.
"Mongolian units searching neighborhoods block by block, house by house,
"hunting for ringleaders of rebellion."
"Thousands of freedom fighters being thrown into boxcars,
"carried off in the direction of the Ukraine."
God, they're putting people into concentration camps.
Here, here's one from the Associated Press correspondent in Budapest.
"Under heavy machine gun fire. Any news about help?
"Quickly, quickly, no time to lose."
Maybe you should get some shuteye, sir. You haven't slept in days.
Here. This is from a Hungarian reporter.
"SOS. Fighting very close now. Don't know how long we can resist.
"Rumor circulating American troops here within one or two hours.
"Is it true?"
Kritzky, this country isn't being overrun.
It's being exterminated.
We are seconds away from a shell coming through that window and killing everybody!
I know!
I will negotiate our surrender.
No!
No!
No! No!
Come! Come! Come!
But it's as good as cold-blooded ***, Allen.
***!
For six years, six years,
we encouraged the Hungarians and the surrounding Soviet satellite countries
to rebel against the Russian chokehold.
We sent countless messages across Radio Free Europe,
spent millions creating covert capabilities for just such an occasion!
- I know, Frank. - Stockpiled arms across Europe!
Trained emigres by the thousands! And what do we do?
We offer damn pious phrases from Eisenhower.
"The heart of America goes out to the people of Hungary."
We told these people to rise up and break free of their communist chains,
now we're turning our backs on them!
Calm yourself, Frank.
Mr. Director, I wish to state for the record that everyone here in this room,
hell, everyone in Washington itself,
is culpable in the deaths of these freedom fighters.
We will, all of us, have blood on our hands.
Tried to warn you, Frank, but...
It was your methods that brought us to this place.
You know, despite your personality, I have respect for you, James.
But I hope you're wrong.
I hope to God we never have to see the world through your cynical eyes.
There you go. There you go.
There! It's Jack!
Jack!
You made it.
How are you feeling?
They gave me something for the pain.
Still don't see why I have to lie in this bed.
You've been through a hell of a lot.
Just rest.
It wasn't supposed to end this way.
I've been through the notes of the debriefing team in Vienna,
and I'm particularly interested in your suspicions
regarding a mole in the Company.
The AVH colonel who interrogated me,
he knew that I was assigned to Frank Wisner's Operations Directorate,
that I was in the DDO's Soviet Russia Division.
He knew that I worked in Berlin station, that I worked under Torriti.
I believe there is a mole.
I believe it is the same Sasha who gave you up to the Russians,
who in turn then informed the Hungarian secret police.
The Wiz is retiring, Jack.
I didn't know that.
Hungary broke him.
Apparently, he feels personally responsible for the deaths of thousands,
and no one can dissuade him from this idea.
I can't keep up with you anymore.
That desk job's got you soft.
I've been meaning to tell you
how sorry I am about Hungary.
What Ike did was wrong. He should have supported the rebels.
That's already yesterday's news.
With that stuff at the Suez Canal, nobody remembers Hungary.
Nobody will remember what happened in Budapest.
It'll go down as a footnote in history.
- You don't know that. - Sure I do.
And so do you, Leo.
Let's row.
Have someone bring me the 424 file on Jack McAuliffe, please.
Mr. McAuliffe?
I welcome you to the rear end of the planet Earth.
Humidity 100%, mosquito population in the billions.
Malaria is a problem, as is Chagas' disease and dengue fever.
So, where'd you learn to speak English so well?
Fort Benning, Georgia. Advanced course in infantry tactics.
I understand you've been training your troops for some time.
Cuban kids learning to strip M1s and put them back together again blindfolded,
the mortar teams learning to bracket their targets,
me, all of us, we're in this thing for keeps.
We are going to win or we are going to die.
My orders are to act as a clearing-house between you and Washington.
Tell me your problems, I'll send along the ones that need solutions.
First, the CIA has to screen the recruits better in Miami before they get here.
Last week I got a man who is a convicted murderer
and a retarded kid who thinks Castro is a brand of sofa.
Once they're here, we can't send them back because they know we exist.
All right. Screen recruits, got you.
I was promised portable showers, but they never came.
Your military advisors, Mr. McAuliffe, are washing in the swimming pool.
They put up a sign saying "Officers Only."
My men have nowhere to wash.
If we're going to be working together, you better start calling me Jack.
Okay, Jack.
Still serving the cheap stuff, Kritzky. Just how I like it.
My pay grade doesn't allow me to get anything better.
*** Bissell is setting up a general capability within the Company
known as "executive action."
Its prime objective is to disable foreign leaders.
Disable or disappear?
- Sometimes one, sometimes the other. - Plan has changed with Castro.
At first they wanted him disabled or discredited.
And now?
Exactly.
Our assets in Cuba say everyone is living in fear of Castro's secret police chief, Pineiro.
The entire country is dropping dimes on one another.
People are disappearing in the night.
Has to be something where the person we recruit can get away safely.
And that's where you come in.
Don't worry.
Bissell's "executive action" plan is in safe hands.
Look at these men. Proud fighters.
Ready to storm the beaches to take back their homeland.
Thanks to you, Jack, they will do it with honor.
Thanks to me?
Many of these men left the only world they ever knew.
They have not felt part of something in a very long time.
Roberto, America will supply you with B-26s,
we'll train your pilots, we'll give you a lifetime supply of M1 ammo.
We will help you covertly, not overtly.
You have to do the rest.
Over angry Cuban protest, the United States retaliates
by cutting off its imports of Cuban sugar.
Castro seizes more United States property.
The United States and Cuba have reached the point of no return.
In Washington, the administration is now convinced
it is in the United States' national interest to get rid of Fidel Castro.
***.
You just won a one-way trip to spy heaven.
What's that all about, Harvey?
Mother is ruining the Company with his damn suspicions.
News to me.
Yeah, a lot of good people have been passed over for promotion
because they're on Angleton's shortlist of possible moles.
They're all going over to the private sector where they're getting paid twice as much.
Let's get back to reality, huh?
Our Cosa Nostra associates?
These jokers have nothing to lose by helping the Agency, Harvey.
Rosselli and Giancana help knock off Castro.
Now, whether they succeed or not, whether they even try or not,
gives them a working immunity against prosecution with the Attorney General,
Bobby Kennedy.
I don't want a paper trail on this. No memos. I don't even want a phone call.
You set up a slush fund of cash to work with,
and we never speak together in public again.
Johnny Rosselli.
I hope the last minute switch in the meet didn't *** you off,
but I like Brooklyn better than Manhattan.
It's good tradecraft.
- What's tradecraft? - Taking precautions.
Oh, precautions. Precautions.
Precaution is how come I'm still alive.
So, Mr. Rosselli, how's business since you lost the Sans Souci casino in Havana?
Well, it's not nearly as good as it was before the Cubans went ***.
I take it you'd like to see the communists gone?
Evaporated from the planet would be better.
I tell you, I don't understand commies.
I mean, what the hell they got against free enterprise, right?
***, ***! You just won a one-way trip to birdy heaven.
What would you say if I told you the interests I represent would be willing
to open a discussion about removing your problem in Cuba?
You want the Cosa Nostra to knock off Castro?
My orders come from the very top.
Casinos opening up, tourists flooding in.
I'm as patriotic as the next guy.
If whacking Castro is good for my country, it's good enough for me.
Hold it! Don't move, Eugene! Don't move.
Now, why did you hesitate? Why didn't you go upstairs?
A sign, huh?
Well, you know what? There's nowhere to run, all right?
'Cause we know everything, and your buddy Max Kahn is all locked up.
Now, lose the groceries. Get your hands on your head.
Okay.
Inside of this bag there are components for nitroglycerin.
Now, if I drop the bag, they might find one of our pinkies.
All right, get your damn hands on your head.
- Okay. - Get your damn hands on your...
Hold it!
He's on the move! He's on Wisconsin, heading towards 37th!
He's on foot.
Hold it!
Thanks!
Forget your shoe, buddy?
I sort of ran away from an angry girlfriend.
You know what I miss?
Cuban freaking cigars.
Now, that is reason enough to whack the son of a ***.
So how do you see this hit?
I imagined some of your associates might waylay Mr. Castro and gun him down.
I don't see using guns on Castro
for the simple fact that no one pulling off the hit
could get away with all them bodyguards or whatever around.
Well, how do you see it?
- Castro likes milkshakes. - Milkshakes.
Now, he always offers to pay for them milkshakes,
but nobody never takes his money.
Someone could, say, spike his milkshake and escape by sea in a fast boat.
- It might work. - Might work?
It's golden, pal. You give me the right poison,
I'll get someone in Havana to put it in Castro.
These are U-2 photographs taken yesterday of the Bay of Pigs.
It's a 13-mile stretch of beach.
As you can see, there's three causeways leading down from the swamps.
If the invasion force is going to succeed, they have to secure those causeways.
Now, the airstrip is a godsend. It's long enough to handle B-26s.
Air strikes could plausibly look Cuban from D-day onward.
And once we secure these beaches, then planes can take off from that airstrip.
Castro's troops?
Around 100 militiamen from the 338th Militia Battalion in five barracks,
one motor pool and a radio shack. No armor, no artillery.
And if the brigade needs to fall back?
If push comes to shove, Kennedy will have to send in the cavalry.
Sir, Kennedy specifically told Director Dulles
that he would never authorize overt American intervention.
Let me tell you something, Kritzky.
You want to be a great president, you've got to be a wartime president.
Kennedy will back the rebels. You mark my words.
Hello. Gene Lutwidge.
Yevgeny.
What can we do for you, Mr. Torreti?
Torriti.
- You can get me an Alka-Seltzer. - No, no, no, no.
Oh, my, do you have an upset stomach?
No, I want you to arrange for someone else to have an upset stomach.
How upset do you want this person's stomach to become?
I'd like that person's stomach to stop functioning.
Which would suggest you don't want to give anyone time to pump his stomach.
You got it, Doc.
No, no, no.
I'm afraid an Alka-Seltzer is far too big.
The smaller it is, the easier it is to slip into a liquid without anyone noticing.
You do want the perpetrator to get away with the crime, I take it?
That would be a good idea.
Timetable?
I was thinking hurrying but not rushing.
That's nicely put.
The hustle without the bustle. The haste without the waste.
Would that everyone in the CIA function the way you do, Mr. Torreti.
Torriti.
We have to take precautions. This line isn't secured.
I have some very interesting news for Starik that can't wait for the dead drops.
You're going to have to remember what I tell you,
then encode it and send it immediately.
- What's the news? - It's about a certain island nation
south of Florida.
D-day minus two.
So far, so good, Jack.
What's your problem now?
When was the last time you heard of a troop ship going into combat
crammed with 1,000 tons of ammunition below deck?
Jack, Castro only has 16 operational warplanes.
Our B-26s are going to destroy them on the ground long before we hit the beaches.
I hope you're right.
I know why I'm here. I know why my boys are here.
But why are you here?
I was assigned, Roberto.
I heard you volunteered. Why?
As a friend of mine once said,
"The damn Goths are at the damn gate,
"and someone's got to man the gate."
And that someone is you, Jack?
Why not?
The invasion of Cuba is clearly a violation of several treaties,
as well as American law,
which specifically prohibits enlistment andlor recruitment
for foreign military expeditions,
as well as the outfitting of foreign naval vessels for service
against a country with which we are not at war.
In my view, Senator Fulbright, success is self-legitimizing.
It legitimized Castro when he seized control. It legitimized the Founding Fathers.
I've always taken it for granted that
Washington and Jefferson would have been hanged as traitors
if the revolution had failed.
The United States is eternally condemning Moscow for meddling in the internal affairs
of sovereign countries.
Intervention in Cuba now will open the door
for Soviet intervention anywhere around the world.
The Soviets are already intervening in many countries in the world, Senator.
All right. No matter how Cuban the operation is made to appear,
the entire planet will hold the United States and the Kennedy administration
accountable for it.
Are you speaking for the President?
No.
But I am advising him strongly to end this madness before it starts.
If Cuba is so dangerous to the national interest,
we should declare war and send in the Marines.
The ships are already at sea, Senator. It's already begun.
Six weeks after the secret meeting at the White House,
Fidel Castro has publicly charged that the United States is training an army
to invade Cuba.
Now, planes from the aircraft carrier Essex
patrolling the airways between Cuba and the invasion fleet
have seen no indication of increased air or sea activity
on the part of Castro's forces.
Sir, we have new information here.
312th Cuban Battalion stationed off the Isle of Pines
has cancelled all liberty leaves until further notice.
Could just be part of the general maneuvers.
It worries me.
I have to be honest, ***.
Every time we see a detail that would appear to warn us off the invasion,
we somehow manage to explain it away.
It's a blind spot we seem to have.
Do you have a suggestion, Ebby?
We may have to stop looking at the details
and see if the entire operation itself isn't flawed.
I agree.
Everyone in this room continues to try to find reasons
to pursue this foolishness,
yet no one will ask the bigger question.
Should we even carry out this operation?
And the worst of it,
the world will see this folly for exactly what it is,
a CIA operation, start to finish.
What business do we have to mount an invasion of a country
just because the Kennedys are pissed off at the guy who runs it?
Don't we have an army and a navy for that?
An air force? Marines?
If this invasion fails,
it will cripple the Company for years to come.
Ridding the hemisphere of Castro,
freeing the Cuban people from the oppression of communism
is clearly legitimate.
You're forgetting one thing, ***.
Sasha.
Oh, right. Your mole.
As long as Sasha exists, and he does exist, ***,
valuable information is being funneled directly to our adversary,
which means the Kremlin knows, which means
Castro knows.
You know who I am, Arturo?
You are Manuel Pineiro.
You know my job? My position in the government?
Head of Castro's secret policia.
I have a difficult job.
It's hard to make friends.
It's good to know each other.
Hopefully, you and I can be friends, for I already know much about you
and your cousin Jaime's fishing boat, which he keeps at the port at Cojimar.
My cousin's boat is of no concern to me, senor.
Arturo,
friends do not lie to each other.
Empty your pockets, amigo.
How much were you paid to assassinate Fidel Castro?
I swear on the grave of my mother, I know nothing of this.
Who gave you your orders?
I received no orders, senor. I swear this on the Bible.
The Bible?
These questions I ask you, Arturo Padron,
they are rhetorical.
Do you know this word, rhetorical?
Do you know what it means?
It means you already know the answers.
Perhaps you would be so kind as to drink senor Castro's milkshake?
Don't you like milkshakes?
Perhaps vanilla is not your flavor?
Since you are so keen on tossing around the Good Book,
perhaps you may remember one of my most beloved passages from the Bible.
"Woe unto that man by whom the son of man is betrayed!
"It had been good for that man if he had not been born."
Drink.
First, I want to say that there will not be, under any conditions,
an intervention in Cuba by United States armed forces.
This government will do everything it possibly can,
and I think it can meet its responsibilities to make sure
that there are no Americans involved in any actions.
Two hundred and fifty meters!
Two hundred and fifty meters!
One hundred and fifty meters!
One hundred and fifty meters!
One hundred meters!
A hundred meters!
We're hit! We hit a reef!
Give me a knife.
We're 50 meters offshore.
He's dead!
We offload here!
I am home, hombre. At last.
Roger, Carpetbagger. This here's Whistlestop.
Roger, Carpetbagger. This here's Whistlestop.
Combat information central reports Castro still has operational aircraft.
Expect you all are going to be hit soon. Unload all troops and supplies
and take your ships to sea ASAP.
What about air cover we're supposed to have over the beach?
Combat information central has a sighting from one of our Seahawks.
Enemy battalion, estimated 900 men, repeat, 900 men
spotted approaching the middle causeway.
One pilot counted 60, say 60 vehicles, and a dozen Stalin 3 tanks.
He's on shore?
I want his *** back on that boat, now!
What about Kennedy's promise of air support?
It was only to strafe Castro's air force planes on the ground.
Reports are saying that there's as many as half a dozen of Castro's Sea Fury aircraft
still operational.
They'll be sitting ducks.
Take cover!
So, the units that were blocking the causeways had to retreat,
and now Castro's tanks have rolled unchallenged to within firing distance
of the two landing beaches.
- Casualties are heavy. - How many?
One hundred dead, twice that wounded.
Four of the National Guard pilots who trained the Cubans in Guatemala
took matters into their own hands. They flew a sortie in two B-26s.
Both planes were shot down over Cuba.
Kennedy must authorize jets to fly combat missions over the beaches.
He absolutely refuses.
It would take them all of 45 minutes to clean up the causeways, Allen.
I've just come from the Oval Office. Kennedy said
he will not commit American armed forces into combat to save this mission.
Then everybody on that beach is as good as dead.
I'm aware of that, ***.
Over here! Take him! Here!
Get them all off the beach!
Get the men off the beach!
Okay, come on.
Jack, my men are going to be massacred in a matter of minutes!
Where's the damn air cover?
Grow a pair of balls, Bissell. Go over Dulles' head.
Go over the President's head if you have to!
This isn't some recon flight you can just bury in a report, Harvey.
It's the invasion of a damn country!
I'd be out on my *** forever. Maybe thrown in prison!
***, please.
Jack is dead unless we get him some air cover now.
Whistlestop, need air cover! Beach is compromised!
Repeat, need air cover!
Whistlestop, do you copy me? Whistlestop, need air cover!
Get your *** out of here, Jack! You can't help us anymore.
Damn it, Roberto! I'll leave when everyone leaves!
Jack, we don't need America's help anymore!
Castro will capture you.
He'll tell the world we were led by American officers.
He'll tell the world my men died for America, not for Cuba.
I'm not leaving, Roberto!
I'll kill you myself before I let you fall into their hands alive.
I swear to you! I'll kill you!
I mean it, Jack! I'll blow your damn head off!
You'll just be another body floating in the surf.
They'll never know who you were!
Go, Jack! Go, now!
I'm sorry.
Don't take away our dignity.
It's the last thing we've got.
Carpetbagger, come in!
Carpetbagger, this is Whistlestop.
Carpetbagger, do you read?
Carpetbagger, this is Whistlestop.
Carpetbagger, come in! Carpetbagger!
Carpetbagger, do you read?
At 3:45 p.m., Wednesday, April 19th, resistance ends.
All those who are not killed are taken prisoner.
In less than 72 hours, Castro has destroyed the brigade.
The American-planned, financed, trained and backed invasion of Cuba
is now a total failure.
Jack.
Leo says you've been through hell.
Yeah, Adelle, I have.
It's a weeks' salary, so enjoy it.
Castro's conducting sham trials.
They'll be executing Roberto and dozens of his men within weeks.
Half of them aren't even 20 years old. They're just kids.
I know it, buddy.
I'm sorry.
I'm turning in my resignation tomorrow, Leo.
No, you are not!
Wanted to let you know before I went to the Director.
Oh, yeah?
What are you going to do without the Company?
Private sector.
Pays better.
And people you know don't die.
Hey, we set out to change the world, remember?
Listening to the Wiz make his recruitment speech,
we were sitting on the edge of our seats, you and me.
Am I still on the edge of my seat, Leo?
Are you?
You're a true believer. You can't help it.
I'm not so sure.
The Distinguished Intelligence Medal is one of the Agency's highest honors,
awarded today to Jack J. McAuliffe
for courage above and far beyond the call of duty.
Jack McAuliffe, on behalf of the Company I...
We want to thank you for your bravery, your loyalty, and unquestionable patriotism.
Please remember the Cuban rebel soldiers.
Remember how we failed them,
so we don't fail the same way again.
Hear, hear.
To you, sport! To you!
You're a hero, Jack!
Jack McAuliffe. He's a damn hero!
That's great, Jack!