no, ken. i need to see him now.
cuba.
on sunday morning, one of our u-2s took these pictures. the soviets are putting medium range ballistic missiles into cuba.
sir. we need to consider.  if we decide to act, there's a good chance we'll end up in a general war.
you want to be clear, mr. president, that we have definitely decided against a political track.
we have time.
bombing them.
i just checked myself. they're being issued identity cards. call comes, and evacuation officers meet them at pre-arranged departure areas. they go by helicopter to mount weather. we meet them there.
what did you think of lippman's column this morning?
thank god. look, everyone is furious about it. we trade away our missiles in turkey and we're fucked politically.
you gotta stop 'em. we know it's jack and bobby's idea - they leaked it to lippman. the military guys are going ape, and they're not alone.
christ, ken, you know it's not that easy.
no it isn't. they don't trust the people that feel this way. but these people are right. and the kennedys are wrong. we need you to tell 'em, kenny. they'll listen to you.
jack and bobby are good men. but it takes a certain character, moral toughness to stand up to --
you know i don't mean they're weak.
come on, adlai!
mr. president.
all the trademarks of a back-channel overture.
kenny!
a u-2 on a routine air-sampling mission over siberia got lost and penetrated soviet airspace. the soviets scrambled migs in pursuit, thinking it was a bomber. it got out okay. somebody forgot to cancel the mission.
we've been talking. we can play this big in '64. it's the foreign policy trophy we've been waiting.
i think we can ride it all the way home next election. bet you're way ahead of us, eh?
understand what?
yeah.
says what, kenny?
see you later, kenny.