Jackie (2016) Movie Script
1
Mrs. Kennedy?
They told me to come up.
And I'm so sorry for your loss.
Have you read
what they've been writing?
Krock and Merriman and all the rest?
Yes, I have.
Merriman is such a bitter man.
It's been just one week.
Already they're treating him
like some dusty old artifact,
to be shelved away.
That's no way
to be remembered.
And how would you like him
remembered, Mrs. Kennedy?
I-I...
You understand that I will
be editing this conversation?
Just in case I don't say
exactly what I mean.
With all due respect,
that seems very unlikely, Mrs. Kennedy.
Right. Okay.
So, this will be your own
version of what happened?
Exactly.
Come in.
I thought it was another backfire.
I very nearly didn't go.
What if I'd been here
or out riding in Virginia somewhere?
Thank God I was with him.
Why, "Thank God"?
Do you know what I think of history?
Of history?
I've read a great deal.
More than people realize.
The more I read, the more I wonder...
When something is written down,
does that make it true?
It's all that we have.
Had.
We have television now.
At least people can see
for their own eyes.
That tour of the White House
that you did a couple
of years ago for CBS,
I always assumed
that you did that for
a purpose? No?
After the fashion magazines?
You even won an Emmy.
I didn't do that program for me.
I did it for the American people.
That program was my first glimpse
into the White House
and, for whatever it's worth,
I thought you were excellent.
- Very poised.
- Thank you.
You could have had a career
as a broadcaster, I'm sure.
What?
I'm sorry?
What did you say?
I said you could have a career...
Could have had a career
as a broadcaster.
Are you giving me
professional advice?
I'm
not.
But I am sure that the whole
country would like to know
what you're going to do next.
I can assure you, not television.
Welcome to the White House.
Welcome to the White House.
We're so proud to call it home.
Why don't you try,
"The People's House"?
Make it more personal.
Welcome to The People's House.
We're so proud to call it home.
Better?
When will Jack join us?
They want to hear from you.
They think I'm a fool.
One year in office,
wasting their money.
That's why you need to
show them what you've done.
The President will join
you in the Monroe Room
at the end of the tour.
You'll be great.
- Stay close.
- Of course.
You look beautiful. Go.
Hello. Excuse me.
This is the White House
as seen from its South Lawn.
For the next hour,
Mrs. John F. Kennedy
invites you to visit
the President's House
and see some
of the restorations
she's made in its interior.
Mrs. John F. Kennedy,
third-youngest of the 29 wives
to live in the White House.
Mrs. Kennedy,
I want to thank you
for letting us visit
your official home.
This is obviously the room
from which much of
your work on it is directed.
Yes, it's attic and cellar all in one.
Since our work started,
we receive hundreds
of letters every day.
This is where we
evaluate all the finds,
and see if we want to keep them,
if they'll fit into our budget.
Mrs. Kennedy, every First Lady
and every administration since
President Madison's time,
has made changes,
greater or smaller,
in the White House.
Before we look at any
of the changes you've made...
Now, what's your basic plan?
Well, I really don't have one.
Because I think this house
will always grow, and should.
It just seemed to me
such a shame
when we came here to find
hardly anything of the past
in the house.
Hardly anything before 1902.
Now suppose that
you and your committee
were to acquire
some of the things
that are in this room,
what happens when
the next President's wife
comes into the White House?
Well, if they don't want it...
In the past, you see,
they could sell it
or throw it out.
And the talk of the taxpayer
money being wasted?
I raised every dime privately
that we spent on that restoration.
I... I loved that house,
and I wanted to share it
with the American people.
To impart a sense
of America's greatness.
Objects and artifacts
last far longer than people,
and they represent
important ideas in history,
identity, beauty.
But I'm sure that the
readers would like to know
what it's like to be
a member of your family?
Imagine a little boy
surrounded by all of this.
Having his older brother die in battle,
and then going off to that same war
and coming home a hero.
People see that little boy,
born to wealth and privilege,
willing to sacrifice
everything for his ideals
in service to his nation.
Royalty. You make
him sound like royalty.
Well, for royalty you need tradition.
And for tradition, you need time.
Well, I guess it has
to start somewhere, right?
There has to be a day one.
This is the East Room,
pretty much as Americans
have known it now for 60 years.
Obviously you haven't felt that
you had to make any
great changes in here.
No, I think it's lovely.
I hate to make changes really,
so when you find
a room like this,
it's wonderful. This...
This piano brings to mind
that this is the part
of the White House
where you have
the musical affairs.
That's right.
This piano was designed
by Franklin Roosevelt
with the eagle support.
And this is the end of the room
where Pablo Casals played for us,
where we had
a portable stage built,
when we had
the Shakespeare players.
Mrs. Kennedy,
this administration
has shown
a particular affinity
for artists, musicians,
writers, poets...
Is this because
you and your husband
just feel that way,
or do you think
that there's a relationship
between the government
and the arts?
That's so complicated.
I... I don't know.
I just think that everything
in the White House
should be the best.
And if it's an American company
that you can help,
I like to do that.
If it's not...
Just as long as it's the best.
Is your faith helping you?
I'd prefer to discuss
my faith with a priest.
You're not a man
of the cloth, are you?
No. No, I'm not.
I'm just trying
to get to the truth.
- That's what reporters do.
- The truth.
Well, I've grown accustomed
to a great divide
between what people believe
and what I know to be real.
Fine. I will settle for
a story that's believable.
That's more like it.
You know, I used to be
a reporter myself once.
I know what you're looking for.
I'm sorry?
A moment-by-moment account.
That's what you
came here for, isn't it?
You want me to describe
the sound the bullet made
when it collided
with my husband's skull.
I'm very happy
to be in the great State of Texas,
to be with you
and experience
the noble Spanish tradition
that has achieved so much in Dallas.
This tradition
started 100 years
before the colonization
of Massachusetts,
my husband's State.
It is all a tradition
that remains alive and strong.
Is that the sound of birds?
Not exactly birds.
Must be the ocean.
- You ready?
- Of course.
I love crowds.
You remember Governor
and Mrs. Connally.
Welcome to Dallas, darling.
Thank you so much for coming.
Very nice to meet you.
My! What a welcome!
There'd been the biggest
motorcade from the airport.
Hot, wild,
like Mexico or Vienna.
The sun was strong in our faces,
but I couldn't wear my sunglasses.
Jack has his hand out,
and I see a piece
of his skull come off.
And it was flesh-colored,
it wasn't white.
And he slumps in my lap.
His blood and his brains are in my lap.
And I'm saying, "Jack,
"Jack, can you hear me?
"Jack! I love you, Jack!"
And his head was so beautiful,
and his mouth was beautiful,
and his eyes were open.
I was trying to keep
the top of his head down.
Keep it all in.
He had the most wonderful
expression on his face,
you know?
Just before
they'd ask him a question,
just before he'd answer,
he looked puzzled.
I knew he was dead.
Mrs. Kennedy...
Don't think for one second
that I'm going to
let you publish that.
You understand?
Yes. Yes, of course.
Yes, I understand.
What did the bullet sound like?
Mrs. Kennedy?
Are you all right?
It's Larry.
I'll be ready in a moment.
Take all the time you need.
Are they waiting?
"I do solemnly swear..."
I do solemnly swear...
"...that I will
faithfully execute..."
...that I will
faithfully execute...
"...the office of President
of the United States."
...the office of President
of the United States.
"And will to the best
of my ability..."
And will to the best of my ability...
- "...preserve, protect..."
- ...preserve, protect...
- "...and defend..."
- ...and defend...
"...the Constitution
of the United States."
...the Constitution
of the United States.
"So help me God."
So help me God.
Mr. President.
Start the engines.
Get some of the heat
off this plane. Thank you.
Can you tell me
what size the bullet was?
I don't think it was a .38, was it?
It seemed...
What's that called, the caliber?
It seemed bigger.
It seemed like something
soldiers would use,
or maybe what they use
for deer hunting...
Mrs. Kennedy, you don't have to...
We don't know yet.
We need to have the Irish cadets.
I'm sorry?
Yes. The Irish cadets,
for the funeral.
Jack loved them.
He saw them perform
in Dublin last summer.
Of course, Mrs. Kennedy.
We'll make sure of it.
And those bagpipers
from Scotland we just had.
What were they called, Kenny?
The Black Watch.
The Black Watch.
That's right.
The Black Watch Pipers.
When we arrive,
we'll be exiting the rear of the plane.
You, the President...
President Johnson, that is.
Why the rear?
There's press at Andrews.
Not to mention the security risk...
Am I supposed to hide away? Now?
Not hide.
I'm sure those people
would love that.
What do they call themselves,
The Birch Society?
No, I will not sneak out
the back door.
I will go out the usual way.
We all will.
I'll arrange it.
When we land, Mrs. Kennedy,
we'll need to proceed directly
to the hospital for the autopsy.
The autopsy?
Is that necessary?
I'm afraid it's required.
By who?
The law, Mrs. Kennedy.
And what exactly will they do?
I'm not sure...
What does an autopsy entail?
I want you to explain to me.
I want to hear all the details.
I'm his wi...
Whatever I am now.
I want all the details.
What, will they slice him open?
Darling.
Can I send somebody
to help you change
before we land?
All those cameras.
People will be watching.
There were wanted
posters everywhere.
For Jack.
With Jack's face on them.
Let them see
what they've done.
Jackie?
Bobby.
Sir,
there's a car waiting
on the tarmac
to take you and Mrs. Kennedy
to Bethesda.
Mrs. Kennedy and I will ride
with the casket
in the ambulance.
Valenti wants to know
how we're going
to handle the exit.
The exit?
He says Johnson
wants to talk to the press.
He can do whatever he wants.
We're leaving now.
The casket will be closed,
won't it?
At the funeral?
We'll sort that all out later.
I want it closed so badly, Bobby.
I'm not sure it can be
for a head of state.
There was blood everywhere.
There were so many pieces.
Jackie...
I tried to hold
his head together.
Hey!
Slow down.
The President was lying
motionless in the car.
Mrs. Kennedy was
leaning over him.
Governor Connally was
leaning back in his seat,
holding his stomach
with both hands.
Inside the emergency room,
witnesses said the First Lady,
splattered with blood,
waited without a word.
Jackie, Jackie...
Come on.
Make sure they make him
look like himself.
I know.
Where are the children?
They're with Maud.
She's taken them
to the house in Georgetown.
I'd rather them at home.
Their routine
shouldn't be disrupted.
Yes, yes, yes.
Of course. Mary...
- I'll see to it.
- What do they know?
...that cannot be weighed.
For me, it is a deep...
You need some rest.
I think she needs water.
Thank you, Nancy.
It had to be some
silly little Communist.
If he'd been killed
for civil rights,
then at least it would
have meant something.
You know?
Jack warned me.
Jack said, he said
we were going to nut country,
but I thought
it was going well.
- At Fort Worth. In Houston.
- I know.
I kept... All the problems
that Adlai had...
- Jack was winning him over.
- I know.
They... They handed me
yellow roses.
Yellow roses.
At every stop.
- Then in Dallas...
- I know.
Here, let's turn this off.
They want a show of grief.
They're already asking
about funeral arrangements.
Darling. Come.
President Johnson met with
Secretary of State Rusk.
Minutes later,
there was a hastily added
conference with
Secretary of Defense McNamara.
Even at a time of sorrow,
the harsh facts
of the Cold War
do not allow
a pause in overseeing
the affairs of defense
and foreign policy.
There seems little doubt
that McNamara
will stay on under
Mr. Johnson.
A new president...
Lyndon's people
are claiming
I told him to take the oath in Dallas.
Asshole couldn't wait,
and now they're blaming me for it.
Excuse me.
Do you know
who James Garfield was?
No, ma'am.
Do you know
who William McKinley was,
what he did?
They were both U.S. presidents
killed while they were in office.
And what about Abraham Lincoln?
Do you know what he did?
He won the Civil War.
He abolished slavery, ma'am.
That's right.
Thank you.
Bobby, please tell them
I want the books on Lincoln.
About his funeral.
You'll have to share
something personal, eventually.
People won't stop asking
until you do.
And if I don't
they'll interpret my silence
however they want?
"Her brow furrows.
"Her lips are drawn.
"She holds back her tears,
but she can't hide her anger."
Most writers want to be famous.
You want to be famous?
No. I'm fine as I am, thank you.
You should
prepare yourself,
this article will bring you
a great deal of attention.
In that case, any advice for me?
Yes.
Don't marry the President.
Are you afraid I'm about to cry again?
No, I'd say you're
more likely to scream.
Scream what?
"My husband
was a great man."
Lincoln's funeral cortege
departed the White House,
progressed along
Pennsylvania Avenue
to the Capitol.
And the next day
returned to
the White House,
then they walked all
the way to St. Matthew's
in a long, grand procession.
It was a sunny spring day.
Only 600 tickets
were allotted,
but thousands,
thousands lined the streets
and rooftops,
citizens, senators,
congressmen,
diplomats, officers,
all in their
full dress uniforms.
Lincoln's mount,
Old Bob,
was draped in a black blanket
with white trim and tassels.
Hooded,
he was led rider-less,
the head of
a miles-long procession
by the Reverend Henry Brown.
I can feel Jack
getting angry with this.
"There you go,
spending all that money
"on those silly
knick-knacks."
The man would spend
whatever it took for votes,
but balked at buying
a beautiful painting.
We don't have to worry
about that anymore.
We must get this right, Bill.
We must get this right.
It has to be beautiful.
Did you tell them we'll need
a horse-drawn carriage?
We have to march with Jack.
Everyone.
A big, beautiful procession
that people will remember.
Mrs. Kennedy,
you don't have to do this.
Do what?
In fact, I don't think
they'll let you parade through the streets.
The world's gone mad.
You should take the
children and disappear.
Build a fortress in Boston
and never look back.
Mrs. Kennedy?
Are the children awake?
They're playing in Caroline's room.
How do I do this?
Oh, dear.
It doesn't matter what you say.
Just hug them and
tell them it will be okay.
Mommy, why are you dressed so funny?
Because something very sad has happened.
And this is how we dress
when something sad happens.
Mommy, where's Daddy?
Daddy's not coming home.
Why not?
Daddy had to go see
your baby brother Patrick.
In heaven.
Why?
Because I'm here with you.
We don't want Patrick to get lonely, do we?
But what about us?
Caroline, I need you to be a big girl.
You can be brave, right?
You can be a soldier?
A very bad man hurt Daddy.
Daddy would come home if he could.
But he can't.
He has to go to heaven.
Can I say goodbye?
Yes, of course you can, my love.
Let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.
If you, O Lord,
kept a record of sins,
O Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness,
therefore you are feared.
I wait for the Lord,
my soul waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
My soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen wait
for the morning.
O Israel,
put your hope in the Lord,
for with the Lord is unfailing love.
That was a beautiful mass.
Excuse me, Mother. Jackie.
Have you started on
the guest list for the burial?
The what?
You'll need to pare it down, dear.
We can't possibly accommodate
all these people at Brookline.
Mr. Kennedy, we need
to discuss the funeral, sir.
We all want to follow her lead,
but we still don't know
much about this Oswald.
There may be co-conspirators.
I'll talk to her, but she makes the call.
There's also the matter of the Oval.
What do you want me to do first?
Plan the funeral
or pack the furniture?
I know this is all delicate.
That's why I'm approaching you.
But a procession is insane.
Brookline?
The family plot.
Well, I assume Jack will be
buried with the rest of us.
A crowd full of people,
given what's happened,
I just can't have my President walking.
- Your President?
- My President.
Well, regardless of what happens,
my brother is going
to be carried in a box.
And I am sorry, Sir.
Fuck off, Jack.
Averell Harriman owns
at least four properties in Georgetown.
I'm sure he could loan out one of them.
I'll have Sarge look into it.
I'm sure we have time.
They can't expect us to
move immediately, can they?
Of course not.
Don't be silly.
Lincoln's widow died destitute.
She moved back to Illinois,
had to sell all her furniture.
And the Van Burens and the Tylers, too.
She auctioned it off, piece by piece,
just to keep a roof over her head.
But that won't happen to you.
And the collectors we bought it from...
Remember? Bill and I,
we had to haggle
over every sofa, every chair.
If I sell some of it back now,
maybe I can put John
and Caroline through school.
This staircase goes up to the second floor,
which I know are reserved
for the private living of
the President and his family.
I don't think any television cameras
or motion picture cameras
have ever gone up there,
'cause that's where you live.
That's right.
Here is what the White House
did to President Lincoln.
Here is how he changed.
1861.
The strong man
with the arched eyebrow.
1865.
One week before his assassination.
Mrs. Kennedy, do you
spend a great deal of time
in the Lincoln Room?
It was where we lived
when we first came here,
when our rooms
at the other end of the hall
were being painted.
It's a nice room.
Was this a bedroom during Lincoln's time?
No, it was Lincoln's Cabinet Room.
Are all the pieces
from Lincoln's time?
Yes, they are.
The most famous one,
of course, is the Lincoln bed.
It was bought by Mrs. Lincoln,
along with the dressing bureaus
and chair, and this table.
She bought a lot
of furniture for this house,
which made her husband rather cross
because he thought
she spent too much money.
And on the table
is the Gettysburg Address.
This is probably the greatest
treasure in this room.
And this sofa and these two chairs,
they were sold in that Lincoln sale
I was telling you about,
that Mrs. Lincoln sold.
And they went to England,
and then through the descendants
of the man who brought them there.
Here he comes,
here he comes.
Bobby?
Here he comes out
and down the hall again.
I really don't know
what this situation is about.
Nobody has told me anything,
except that I'm accused of...
I don't mean to upset your mother,
but Brookline is no place
to bury a President.
Did you kill the President?
No, I've not been charged with that.
In fact, nobody has
said that to me yet.
First thing I heard about it was when
the newspaper reporters in the hall...
Welcome to Arlington, Mrs. Kennedy.
Thank you.
The third option is just over there,
at the base of that hill.
That's too low.
What do you think, Ken?
I did like Dewey Circle,
if we could get rid
of the leaves in time.
Well, the problem there
isn't just the leaves.
It's the access roads.
There's gonna be 10,000 people here.
Well, that's what I'm saying.
Jackie?
Jackie.
Hey.
Where are we going?
He can't just be buried anywhere.
He deserves more.
Watch your step.
You all right?
My shoes are sticking in the mud.
I think maybe you
should talk to a priest.
Maybe.
Bobby, I want to talk to the press.
No.
No. You let Dave handle that.
You know, that first night
Bob McNamara said
he'd buy back our house
for us in Georgetown.
I don't even have things. I...
I don't have things.
I don't even have a home.
And what about this house?
This? It's awfully cold.
Well, you could light a fire,
invite people over.
The parties that you threw
at the White House,
nobody had ever seen anything like that.
Private concerts with artists,
friends, drinking champagne
and singing...
Are you suggesting I throw a party?
No, not now, obviously.
But, no.
I'm only suggesting that you've...
That you've brought life
to a cold house before.
That house was not mine.
Neither is this one.
Nothing is ever mine.
Not to keep, anyway.
Leaving that house
must have been very difficult.
A First Lady must always be
ready to pack her suitcases.
It's inevitable.
We've found beds for
almost all the family.
The Trumans at Blair House.
There was a brief crisis
about him not having a driver,
but Ike offered his.
We're running a bed-and-breakfast.
Lyndon just wants to move into the Oval.
He wants to address Congress.
I'll hold him off as long as I can,
but it has to happen sooner or later.
They're worried about an outdoor procession.
They think it's a security risk.
Jackie.
They think it's a security risk.
Everyone's spooked.
Apparently even State's discouraging
foreign dignitaries from attending.
It's eight city blocks to St. Matthew's.
That's a long way to be
strolling through crowds.
All those rooftops.
All those windows.
Bobby, it's our last chance.
We have to march with him.
It's true, it's true
The crown has made it clear
The climate must be perfect
All the year
A law was made
a distant moon ago here
July and August
cannot be too hot
And there's a legal limit
to the snow here
In Camelot
The winter is forbidden
till December
And exits March the second
on the dot
By order, summer lingers
through September
In Camelot
Camelot, Camelot
I know it sounds a bit bizarre
But in Camelot
Camelot
That's how conditions are
The rain may never fall
till after sundown
By 800, the morning fog
must disappear
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happy-ever-aftering
Than here in Camelot
Camelot, Camelot
I know it gives a person pause
But in Camelot
Camelot
Those are the legal laws
The snow may never slush
upon the hillside
By 9:00 p.m.
the moonlight must appear
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happy-ever-aftering
Than here in Camelot
How would you write that?
"She lights yet another cigarette
"and explains through her soft sobs
that Jack wasn't perfect,
"but he was perfect for our country.
"And I ask about his flaws,
"and she explains..."
Perfect people can't change.
Jack was always getting better,
stronger.
Sometimes he would
walk into the desert alone,
just to let himself
be tempted by the devil.
But he'd always come back to us,
his beloved family.
And I don't smoke.
I shouldn't say these things.
That's why we're here, isn't it?
To talk about what happened?
Is this a confession?
Only if there's something you regret.
Everyone knows my story.
God isn't interested in stories.
He's interested in the truth.
I came here looking for sympathy, Father.
Of course.
Father, are you listening?
I'm listening.
Yes, I think so.
I think God is cruel.
Well, now you're getting into trouble.
God is love.
And God is everywhere.
Was he in the bullet that killed Jack?
Absolutely.
Is he inside me now?
Yes, of course.
Of course he is.
Well, that's a funny game he plays,
hiding all the time.
The fact that we
don't understand him
isn't funny at all.
If there's a heaven,
then there's your God,
with all his empty promises.
What kind of God takes a father
from his two little children?
Thy Lord sacrificed his only son...
And my two babies.
Arabella in the womb.
And Patrick.
Thirty-nine hours on Earth.
Just long enough
to fall in love with him.
What did I do to deserve that?
Nothing.
Jack and I hardly ever
spent the night together.
Not even that last night in Fort Worth.
Your husband loved you,
Mrs. Kennedy. I'm sure of it.
I seem to remember
there being more to our vows.
Don't look at me like that.
I was First Lady of the United States.
Women have endured
far worse for far less.
There are two kinds of women.
Those who want power in the world,
and those who want power in bed.
Of course, now what am I left with?
When men see me now,
what do you think they feel?
Sadness.
Compassion.
Desire, maybe.
You're still a young woman, Mrs. Kennedy.
I used to make them smile.
No one understands the pain he was in
and how loyal he was.
Just some of his friends were so crude.
Jack wasn't, of course.
But he could get caught up in it.
Still, he was a great father.
I picture him on that
rocking chair in his office,
Caroline and John at his feet.
How could I hate him?
Take comfort in those memories.
I can't.
They're mixed up with all the others.
Do you have the latest list
from the State Department?
The dignitaries planning
to attend the funeral.
Yes. I have it right here.
General de Gaulle.
Prince Phillip.
Even the Soviet Foreign Minister.
More than we were expecting?
Yes.
There's dozens of names.
Good.
Will you read them to me?
Yes.
From the United Nations,
there's Paul Hoffman,
Managing Director,
David B. Vaughan.
The King of Belgium.
Denmark,
the Crown Prince George.
Bulgaria, the Deputy
Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Canada,
it's the Prime Minister,
Lester B. Pearson.
Austria, the Chancellor.
I don't know.
I think you should just
try it without it.
We've been together a long time,
haven't we, Nancy?
Yeah.
I used to worry that
you might be jealous of me.
Oh, stop it.
No, you never did anything
to make me feel that way.
But I worried.
After I married Jack.
After he won the election.
Now that seems ridiculous,
anyone...
Anyone being jealous of me.
I've buried two children,
and now I'm burying my husband.
You know, I was jealous.
Of that dress you wore in Vienna.
I know that it's hard to see it right now,
but you have your
whole life ahead of you.
That's a terrible thing to say.
You do!
That's a terrible, terrible thing to say.
But you do.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
What will you do now?
I'll stay with you.
You won't go anywhere?
No, I'm not going anywhere.
I don't have anywhere to go.
Those kids are so lucky to have you.
No, they're not lucky at all.
They're not lucky.
I'm scared, Nancy.
I'm scared, I'm scared...
I know.
I know.
At the Capitol,
where the President's body
will lie in state
throughout the remainder of the day
after it has been removed
from the White House,
there will be three short speeches or...
She'll be right down.
I'm told any moment.
...is allowed to start
viewing the body.
To Dallas, Texas, and Tom Petltit.
There's the prisoner.
There is Lee Oswald.
He's been shot.
He's been shot.
Lee Oswald has been shot.
- There's a man with a gun.
- Jesus Christ.
Are you ready to go?
Yeah.
Will you look at me?
Mommy, is it my birthday?
Not yet, dear.
But why am I wearing
my party clothes?
Special Agent Hill.
Whenever Mrs. Kennedy is ready.
Clint.
We're nearly done here.
It's the strangest thing.
I hardly remember anything after.
But I read about
what you did in the papers,
and I just wanted to thank you.
We got to get a handle on this thing.
- We got to get involved.
- Yes, sir.
This is making us look like
a bunch of goddamn barbarians.
Mrs. Kennedy is on her
way down with the children.
Turn the television off!
You're not to speak a word of this.
Understood? I'll tell Jackie
when the time is right.
Sit down.
Excuse me?
Sit down.
Darling?
What do you remember?
Will you tell me everything?
I need to hear.
Mrs. Kennedy...
I was ten yards back
when I heard the first shot.
And as my eyes crossed
the President's car...
Mrs. Kennedy...
Keep going.
I had to get to you,
put myself between you,
the President, and the shooter.
Who was it?
Was it that Oswald?
- They think so.
- I need to talk to him.
I need to talk to him.
I don't... I don't know
about that, Mrs. Kennedy.
The children are ready.
Shall I take them downstairs
to ride with Maud?
I would like them to come with me.
But the press is out front...
Their father is leaving
this house for the last time.
They should be there
to say goodbye to him.
But the cameras.
Those pictures are being broadcast
to every corner of the world.
Those pictures
should record the truth.
Two heartbroken,
fatherless children are part of that.
You can tell them I'm ready to leave,
with Caroline and John.
Yes, Mrs. Kennedy.
- Nancy?
- Yes?
I'm not the First Lady anymore.
You can call me Jackie.
I will.
Caroline,
are you ready, sweetheart?
My brave girl.
John, John, John.
Let me take you, son.
I value my privacy.
I always have.
And yet, in the days after,
directly after,
something seemed to change.
In what way?
Before the funeral,
the day you moved
the casket to the Capitol,
well, your children were on full display
for the whole world to see.
Well, what are you insinuating,
that I exploited them?
No, of course not. I just...
Present arms!
I'm only wondering if you ever
considered to do more
to shield them.
I think that most people
would have...
We aren't most people.
Most people don't have to
make decisions like that,
hours after watching
their husband get murdered
next to them.
Lyndon.
What an awful way
to begin your presidency.
Are you saying it was a mistake?
No, of course not.
How dare you?
They murdered him inside the jail.
These people can get to anyone.
How dare you keep that from me?
You had no right!
The children?
The ceremony at the Capitol...
I took them out the front door.
- This is all insanity!
- Are you...
You and your brother.
All these years,
all your goddamn secrets!
- That's not fair...
- Caroline and John are all I have left,
And I put them in danger because of you.
I would never put you at risk.
You can't know that!
You think you all control everything,
that you have the world
on puppet strings.
And you're ridiculous.
And I let myself believe it.
And this parade?
Who is it really for?
For Jack?
One more campaign stop
along the way to the grave?
Lyndon's people are right.
It's not worth it.
It's not worth risking people's lives.
You tell them we're calling it off.
We'll motorcade to the Cathedral.
The back way.
And then we'll bury him,
and we put an end to all this.
I don't give a damn anymore.
I don't.
I would never put you
and the children in danger.
I know you think I'm some
silly little debutante.
- Listen to me.
- You don't protect me anymore.
I would never put you
and the children in danger.
You don't know anything.
I lie awake at night,
and all I can think is
I should have been a shop girl
or a stenographer.
I should have married
an ordinary, lazy, ugly man.
Let me share with you a parable.
Jesus
once passed a blind
beggar on the road,
and his disciples asked,
"Who sinned,
"this man or his parents,
that he should be born blind?"
And Jesus said,
"Neither this man
nor his parents sinned.
"He was made blind
"so that the works of God
could be revealed in him."
And with that,
he placed mud on his eyes
and told him to wash
in the Pool of Siloam.
And the man did,
and he came back seeing.
Right now you are blind.
Not because you've sinned,
but because you've been chosen.
So that the works of God
can be revealed in you.
It's perfect.
We installed it while you were away.
I thought it'd be a nice surprise
for you and the President.
It changes everything.
And the Treaty Room?
Hunter green.
Exactly as you imagined it.
I wish Jack...
Who knows if he would have cared?
I lost track somewhere...
What was real.
What was performance.
Well, he was a president.
You were right earlier.
I'm not going to march tomorrow.
I won't put people in danger
on account of my vanity.
I was scared for you.
I still am.
But I never thought it was vanity.
You know, that's what Jack called all this.
When he saw what we were spending, he said,
"Your little vanity project
"is going to bankrupt
the federal government."
People need their history.
It gives them strength.
They need to know that
real men actually lived here.
Not ghosts and storybook legends,
people who faced adversity and overcame it.
What you've done in this house matters.
That's kind of you, Bill.
Even I'm starting to lose him.
Pretty soon
he'll just be another oil portrait
lining these hallways.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear John
I spoke to Johnson.
Tomorrow...
It's being handled.
Everyone will ride.
No procession.
I'm sorry, Bobby.
Do you think Lincoln's widow knew?
What?
That we'd build a monument to her husband?
Why is this room so peaceful?
"Peaceful"? I don't know.
Every time I walk by this room,
I'm reminded that on January 1st, 1863,
an ordinary man sighed a document
that freed four million people from slavery.
So,
I don't think of it so much as peaceful
as a place of profound legacy.
And it's too bad that ours
is totally fucking wasted.
Bobby!
What?
Bobby, watch your mouth.
What did we accomplish, huh?
We're just...
We're just the beautiful people?
Right? Isn't that what we are?
- Bobby.
- Because what did we...
What did we truly accomplish?
Maybe Jack will be remembered
for the way he handled the missile crisis,
or maybe he'll be remembered
for having created a crisis
that he was then forced to solve.
We could have done so much.
Civil rights, the space program.
Vietnam. Now, Johnson gets to handle Vietnam.
We teed it up for him.
He gets to knock it down.
I shouldn't have pushed
him so hard on Castro.
You can't do that, Bobby.
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with me?
History is harsh.
There's no time.
We're ridiculous. Look at you.
I'm sorry.
How do you like your new office?
Mrs. Kennedy.
Come in.
Sorry, I'm just doing my job, ma'am.
Of course you are.
I remember when we won the election.
It was so overwhelming.
We're doing just fine.
Everyone's thoughts are with you right now.
That's very kind of you.
I've come to discuss tomorrow.
The Attorney General
relayed to me your desire
for a more modest ceremony.
I've changed my mind.
I'm sorry?
I said I've changed my mind.
We will have a procession,
and I will walk to the Cathedral
with the casket.
Well, even if we could
resume the arrangements,
I'm sure you can understand
the Secret Service still has their concerns.
And President Johnson?
President Johnson would like nothing more
than to fulfill your wishes,
but I have to take into account his safety.
The country couldn't endure another blow
should anything...
It's not the same.
If it were up to him,
he'd do anything that
might bring you comfort.
Then who is it up to, Mr. Valenti?
Well, as I'm sure you know,
tomorrow we're expecting
close to 100 Heads of State.
One-hundred three.
Yes, I'm sure that's right.
And I suspect they'll make
all their own decisions.
Based on what?
There's a great deal
of classified intelligence
that I just can't get into.
We've intercepted a threat
against General de Gaulle
from our assets in Geneva.
I'm afraid if he refuses to march,
others may follow.
I understand.
As I said, Mrs. Kennedy,
I wish there were more we could do
to accommodate your wishes.
I'm terribly sorry.
Don't be.
You and the Johnsons
have already done so much.
Good day, Mrs. Kennedy.
Mr. Valenti.
Would you mind getting a message
to all our funeral guests
when they land?
Of course.
Inform them that I will walk
with Jack tomorrow.
Alone, if necessary.
And tell General de Gaulle
that if he wishes to ride
in an armored car
or in a tank for that matter,
I won't blame him.
And I'm sure the tens of millions of people
watching won't either.
Why are you doing this, Mrs. Kennedy?
I'm just doing my job.
Would you like to write this down?
- Do you think I should?
- I...
I do.
We all live on far after our deaths.
Presidents will come and go,
and every one of them
will look up to Jack for guidance,
for inspiration.
What do you say to those
who say he didn't deserve it?
The scale of it.
I mean, he was a great president,
but he didn't
win the Civil War, for instance.
It was a funeral for
the President of the United States.
Your husband drove cars,
he didn't ride horses.
Yes, and there should
have been more of them.
There should be more horses,
more soldiers,
more crying, more cameras!
I'm guessing you won't
allow me to write any of that.
No,
because I never said that.
Perhaps Jack didn't have time
to defeat Communism,
but I do seem to recall...
With all due respect,
you were at the center
of it all, Mrs. Kennedy,
and I'd imagine it's impossible
to have any perspective
from that vantage point.
But I can assure you that
it was a spectacle.
Nancy said they wanted to share my grief,
so I let them.
But after, I realized that all the pageantry,
all the demands I made to honor him,
it wasn't for Jack or his legacy.
It was for me.
I wrote him a letter.
That night, before we moved
the casket to the Capitol.
Do you know what I wrote?
That I wanted to die.
- I understand.
- Do you?
I do.
Unless you are asking my permission.
No, only crass,
self-indulgent people kill themselves.
No, I was just hoping that if I walked
down the street next to Jack's body,
maybe someone would be
kind enough to do it for me.
In front of the whole world?
Famous life, famous death.
I never wanted fame.
I just became a Kennedy.
I told everyone that I can't remember.
It's not true.
I can remember.
I can remember everything.
The first bullet. Boom.
Then boom.
I could have saved him.
I should have known it was a gunshot.
I should have shielded him.
I tried to stop the bleeding,
but when we got to the hospital, it was...
That night, and every night since,
I pray to die.
Won't God let me be with my husband?
Can I look?
It's just the... It hasn't...
You don't write very legibly, do you?
You left your mark on
this country, Mrs. Kennedy.
These past few days,
that's the story.
Losing a president is like...
It's like losing a father.
And you were a mother to all of us,
and that's a very good story.
The entire country watched the funeral
from beginning to end.
Decades from now,
people will remember
your dignity and the majesty.
They'll remember you.
It will serve a definite purpose.
My husband has
so many meetings up here,
in this part of the house.
All the men who wait to
see him now sit in the hall,
with baby carriages going by them.
So they can sit in here
and have a conference
around this table, waiting for him.
Well, he's going to come in...
Mr. President.
Well, Mrs....
Mr. Collingwood.
Mrs. Kennedy has been showing us
about the White House
and all the changes that she's made therein.
What do you think of
the changes that she's made?
Well, I think the great effort
that she's made has been to...
bring us much more intimately in contact
with all the men who lived here.
Of course, I think anyone who comes
to the White House as a President...
desires the best for his country.
But I think he does receive
a stimulus from the knowledge
of living in close proximity
to the people
who are legendary,
but who actually were alive
and were in these rooms.
Thank you.
Everything will be held in storage
until you decide where to settle.
There's one last thing.
It's more important than all the rest.
You know, every night before bed,
we had this old Victrola.
We'd listen to a couple records.
His favourite was Camelot.
The musical?
I'm so ashamed of myself.
Every quote out of Jack's mouth
was either Greek or Roman.
And that last song,
that last side of Camelot,
is all that keeps running
through my mind.
"Don't let it be forgot,
"that for one brief,
"shining moment
there was a Camelot."
Jack loved history.
It's what made him what he was.
Just imagine, he was a little boy
with scarlet fever in bed,
reading history.
King Arthur and the Knights
of the Round Table.
That's what Camelot is about.
Ordinary men banding together
to fight for a better world.
Don't misunderstand me.
Jack wasn't naive.
But he had ideals.
Ideals he could rally
others to believe in.
Will those ideals live on?
Sure they will.
Of course, there will be great progress.
There will be other great presidents.
The Johnsons have been
so generous to me.
But there won't be another Camelot.
Not another Camelot.
Why are you really here?
'Cause I needed to talk.
You say that you pray every night to die.
That your children have no use for you.
You wish only to be with your husband.
And yet, I'm not burying you today.
There comes a time
in man's search for meaning,
when one realizes
that there are no answers.
And when you come to that horrible,
unavoidable realization,
you accept it or you kill yourself.
Or you simply stop searching.
I have lived a blessed life.
And yet, every night,
when I climb into bed,
turn off the lights,
and stare into the dark,
I wonder...
Is this all there is?
You wonder?
Every soul on this planet does.
But then,
when morning comes,
we all wake up
and make a pot of coffee.
Why do we bother?
Because we do.
You did this morning.
You will again tomorrow.
But God,
in his infinite wisdom,
has made sure
it is just enough for us.
Once more. Mrs. Kennedy
has expressed her desire
to re-inter the bodies
of the two children they lost
to rest alongside their father.
You got that part, right?
She wants them to always remember,
for one brief, shining moment,
there was a...
Yeah, Camelot. Yeah.
I hope you have a good night,
Mrs. Kennedy.
He wrote down every word.
Did it help heal you?
It's been reprinted all over the world.
Maybe that's what they'll
all believe now. Camelot.
People like to believe in fairy tales.
And you?
Do you believe you did him justice?
I believe that the characters
we read about on the page
end up being more real than
the men who stand beside us.
I should have guessed
it was too much to ask
that we grow old together,
see our children grow up.
The darkness may never go away,
but it won't always be this heavy.
Come.
They're waiting for us at Arlington.
In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit...
In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit...
Each evening,
from December to December
Before you drift
to sleep upon your cot
Think back on all the tales
that you remember
Of Camelot
Ask every person
if he's heard the story
And tell it strong...
I was just so happy
that he could be proud.
Because then I was having a baby,
and I couldn't campaign,
and then we got
in the White House,
and all of the things
I'd always done,
suddenly they became wonderful.
Because anything the First Lady does
that is different
everyone seizes on.
And I was just so happy for Jack
that he could be proud of me.
Those were our happiest years.
Where once it never
rained till after sundown
By 8:00 a.m.,
the morning fog had flown
Don't let it be forgot
That once there was a spot
For one brief,
shining moment
That was known
As Camelot
Mrs. Kennedy?
They told me to come up.
And I'm so sorry for your loss.
Have you read
what they've been writing?
Krock and Merriman and all the rest?
Yes, I have.
Merriman is such a bitter man.
It's been just one week.
Already they're treating him
like some dusty old artifact,
to be shelved away.
That's no way
to be remembered.
And how would you like him
remembered, Mrs. Kennedy?
I-I...
You understand that I will
be editing this conversation?
Just in case I don't say
exactly what I mean.
With all due respect,
that seems very unlikely, Mrs. Kennedy.
Right. Okay.
So, this will be your own
version of what happened?
Exactly.
Come in.
I thought it was another backfire.
I very nearly didn't go.
What if I'd been here
or out riding in Virginia somewhere?
Thank God I was with him.
Why, "Thank God"?
Do you know what I think of history?
Of history?
I've read a great deal.
More than people realize.
The more I read, the more I wonder...
When something is written down,
does that make it true?
It's all that we have.
Had.
We have television now.
At least people can see
for their own eyes.
That tour of the White House
that you did a couple
of years ago for CBS,
I always assumed
that you did that for
a purpose? No?
After the fashion magazines?
You even won an Emmy.
I didn't do that program for me.
I did it for the American people.
That program was my first glimpse
into the White House
and, for whatever it's worth,
I thought you were excellent.
- Very poised.
- Thank you.
You could have had a career
as a broadcaster, I'm sure.
What?
I'm sorry?
What did you say?
I said you could have a career...
Could have had a career
as a broadcaster.
Are you giving me
professional advice?
I'm
not.
But I am sure that the whole
country would like to know
what you're going to do next.
I can assure you, not television.
Welcome to the White House.
Welcome to the White House.
We're so proud to call it home.
Why don't you try,
"The People's House"?
Make it more personal.
Welcome to The People's House.
We're so proud to call it home.
Better?
When will Jack join us?
They want to hear from you.
They think I'm a fool.
One year in office,
wasting their money.
That's why you need to
show them what you've done.
The President will join
you in the Monroe Room
at the end of the tour.
You'll be great.
- Stay close.
- Of course.
You look beautiful. Go.
Hello. Excuse me.
This is the White House
as seen from its South Lawn.
For the next hour,
Mrs. John F. Kennedy
invites you to visit
the President's House
and see some
of the restorations
she's made in its interior.
Mrs. John F. Kennedy,
third-youngest of the 29 wives
to live in the White House.
Mrs. Kennedy,
I want to thank you
for letting us visit
your official home.
This is obviously the room
from which much of
your work on it is directed.
Yes, it's attic and cellar all in one.
Since our work started,
we receive hundreds
of letters every day.
This is where we
evaluate all the finds,
and see if we want to keep them,
if they'll fit into our budget.
Mrs. Kennedy, every First Lady
and every administration since
President Madison's time,
has made changes,
greater or smaller,
in the White House.
Before we look at any
of the changes you've made...
Now, what's your basic plan?
Well, I really don't have one.
Because I think this house
will always grow, and should.
It just seemed to me
such a shame
when we came here to find
hardly anything of the past
in the house.
Hardly anything before 1902.
Now suppose that
you and your committee
were to acquire
some of the things
that are in this room,
what happens when
the next President's wife
comes into the White House?
Well, if they don't want it...
In the past, you see,
they could sell it
or throw it out.
And the talk of the taxpayer
money being wasted?
I raised every dime privately
that we spent on that restoration.
I... I loved that house,
and I wanted to share it
with the American people.
To impart a sense
of America's greatness.
Objects and artifacts
last far longer than people,
and they represent
important ideas in history,
identity, beauty.
But I'm sure that the
readers would like to know
what it's like to be
a member of your family?
Imagine a little boy
surrounded by all of this.
Having his older brother die in battle,
and then going off to that same war
and coming home a hero.
People see that little boy,
born to wealth and privilege,
willing to sacrifice
everything for his ideals
in service to his nation.
Royalty. You make
him sound like royalty.
Well, for royalty you need tradition.
And for tradition, you need time.
Well, I guess it has
to start somewhere, right?
There has to be a day one.
This is the East Room,
pretty much as Americans
have known it now for 60 years.
Obviously you haven't felt that
you had to make any
great changes in here.
No, I think it's lovely.
I hate to make changes really,
so when you find
a room like this,
it's wonderful. This...
This piano brings to mind
that this is the part
of the White House
where you have
the musical affairs.
That's right.
This piano was designed
by Franklin Roosevelt
with the eagle support.
And this is the end of the room
where Pablo Casals played for us,
where we had
a portable stage built,
when we had
the Shakespeare players.
Mrs. Kennedy,
this administration
has shown
a particular affinity
for artists, musicians,
writers, poets...
Is this because
you and your husband
just feel that way,
or do you think
that there's a relationship
between the government
and the arts?
That's so complicated.
I... I don't know.
I just think that everything
in the White House
should be the best.
And if it's an American company
that you can help,
I like to do that.
If it's not...
Just as long as it's the best.
Is your faith helping you?
I'd prefer to discuss
my faith with a priest.
You're not a man
of the cloth, are you?
No. No, I'm not.
I'm just trying
to get to the truth.
- That's what reporters do.
- The truth.
Well, I've grown accustomed
to a great divide
between what people believe
and what I know to be real.
Fine. I will settle for
a story that's believable.
That's more like it.
You know, I used to be
a reporter myself once.
I know what you're looking for.
I'm sorry?
A moment-by-moment account.
That's what you
came here for, isn't it?
You want me to describe
the sound the bullet made
when it collided
with my husband's skull.
I'm very happy
to be in the great State of Texas,
to be with you
and experience
the noble Spanish tradition
that has achieved so much in Dallas.
This tradition
started 100 years
before the colonization
of Massachusetts,
my husband's State.
It is all a tradition
that remains alive and strong.
Is that the sound of birds?
Not exactly birds.
Must be the ocean.
- You ready?
- Of course.
I love crowds.
You remember Governor
and Mrs. Connally.
Welcome to Dallas, darling.
Thank you so much for coming.
Very nice to meet you.
My! What a welcome!
There'd been the biggest
motorcade from the airport.
Hot, wild,
like Mexico or Vienna.
The sun was strong in our faces,
but I couldn't wear my sunglasses.
Jack has his hand out,
and I see a piece
of his skull come off.
And it was flesh-colored,
it wasn't white.
And he slumps in my lap.
His blood and his brains are in my lap.
And I'm saying, "Jack,
"Jack, can you hear me?
"Jack! I love you, Jack!"
And his head was so beautiful,
and his mouth was beautiful,
and his eyes were open.
I was trying to keep
the top of his head down.
Keep it all in.
He had the most wonderful
expression on his face,
you know?
Just before
they'd ask him a question,
just before he'd answer,
he looked puzzled.
I knew he was dead.
Mrs. Kennedy...
Don't think for one second
that I'm going to
let you publish that.
You understand?
Yes. Yes, of course.
Yes, I understand.
What did the bullet sound like?
Mrs. Kennedy?
Are you all right?
It's Larry.
I'll be ready in a moment.
Take all the time you need.
Are they waiting?
"I do solemnly swear..."
I do solemnly swear...
"...that I will
faithfully execute..."
...that I will
faithfully execute...
"...the office of President
of the United States."
...the office of President
of the United States.
"And will to the best
of my ability..."
And will to the best of my ability...
- "...preserve, protect..."
- ...preserve, protect...
- "...and defend..."
- ...and defend...
"...the Constitution
of the United States."
...the Constitution
of the United States.
"So help me God."
So help me God.
Mr. President.
Start the engines.
Get some of the heat
off this plane. Thank you.
Can you tell me
what size the bullet was?
I don't think it was a .38, was it?
It seemed...
What's that called, the caliber?
It seemed bigger.
It seemed like something
soldiers would use,
or maybe what they use
for deer hunting...
Mrs. Kennedy, you don't have to...
We don't know yet.
We need to have the Irish cadets.
I'm sorry?
Yes. The Irish cadets,
for the funeral.
Jack loved them.
He saw them perform
in Dublin last summer.
Of course, Mrs. Kennedy.
We'll make sure of it.
And those bagpipers
from Scotland we just had.
What were they called, Kenny?
The Black Watch.
The Black Watch.
That's right.
The Black Watch Pipers.
When we arrive,
we'll be exiting the rear of the plane.
You, the President...
President Johnson, that is.
Why the rear?
There's press at Andrews.
Not to mention the security risk...
Am I supposed to hide away? Now?
Not hide.
I'm sure those people
would love that.
What do they call themselves,
The Birch Society?
No, I will not sneak out
the back door.
I will go out the usual way.
We all will.
I'll arrange it.
When we land, Mrs. Kennedy,
we'll need to proceed directly
to the hospital for the autopsy.
The autopsy?
Is that necessary?
I'm afraid it's required.
By who?
The law, Mrs. Kennedy.
And what exactly will they do?
I'm not sure...
What does an autopsy entail?
I want you to explain to me.
I want to hear all the details.
I'm his wi...
Whatever I am now.
I want all the details.
What, will they slice him open?
Darling.
Can I send somebody
to help you change
before we land?
All those cameras.
People will be watching.
There were wanted
posters everywhere.
For Jack.
With Jack's face on them.
Let them see
what they've done.
Jackie?
Bobby.
Sir,
there's a car waiting
on the tarmac
to take you and Mrs. Kennedy
to Bethesda.
Mrs. Kennedy and I will ride
with the casket
in the ambulance.
Valenti wants to know
how we're going
to handle the exit.
The exit?
He says Johnson
wants to talk to the press.
He can do whatever he wants.
We're leaving now.
The casket will be closed,
won't it?
At the funeral?
We'll sort that all out later.
I want it closed so badly, Bobby.
I'm not sure it can be
for a head of state.
There was blood everywhere.
There were so many pieces.
Jackie...
I tried to hold
his head together.
Hey!
Slow down.
The President was lying
motionless in the car.
Mrs. Kennedy was
leaning over him.
Governor Connally was
leaning back in his seat,
holding his stomach
with both hands.
Inside the emergency room,
witnesses said the First Lady,
splattered with blood,
waited without a word.
Jackie, Jackie...
Come on.
Make sure they make him
look like himself.
I know.
Where are the children?
They're with Maud.
She's taken them
to the house in Georgetown.
I'd rather them at home.
Their routine
shouldn't be disrupted.
Yes, yes, yes.
Of course. Mary...
- I'll see to it.
- What do they know?
...that cannot be weighed.
For me, it is a deep...
You need some rest.
I think she needs water.
Thank you, Nancy.
It had to be some
silly little Communist.
If he'd been killed
for civil rights,
then at least it would
have meant something.
You know?
Jack warned me.
Jack said, he said
we were going to nut country,
but I thought
it was going well.
- At Fort Worth. In Houston.
- I know.
I kept... All the problems
that Adlai had...
- Jack was winning him over.
- I know.
They... They handed me
yellow roses.
Yellow roses.
At every stop.
- Then in Dallas...
- I know.
Here, let's turn this off.
They want a show of grief.
They're already asking
about funeral arrangements.
Darling. Come.
President Johnson met with
Secretary of State Rusk.
Minutes later,
there was a hastily added
conference with
Secretary of Defense McNamara.
Even at a time of sorrow,
the harsh facts
of the Cold War
do not allow
a pause in overseeing
the affairs of defense
and foreign policy.
There seems little doubt
that McNamara
will stay on under
Mr. Johnson.
A new president...
Lyndon's people
are claiming
I told him to take the oath in Dallas.
Asshole couldn't wait,
and now they're blaming me for it.
Excuse me.
Do you know
who James Garfield was?
No, ma'am.
Do you know
who William McKinley was,
what he did?
They were both U.S. presidents
killed while they were in office.
And what about Abraham Lincoln?
Do you know what he did?
He won the Civil War.
He abolished slavery, ma'am.
That's right.
Thank you.
Bobby, please tell them
I want the books on Lincoln.
About his funeral.
You'll have to share
something personal, eventually.
People won't stop asking
until you do.
And if I don't
they'll interpret my silence
however they want?
"Her brow furrows.
"Her lips are drawn.
"She holds back her tears,
but she can't hide her anger."
Most writers want to be famous.
You want to be famous?
No. I'm fine as I am, thank you.
You should
prepare yourself,
this article will bring you
a great deal of attention.
In that case, any advice for me?
Yes.
Don't marry the President.
Are you afraid I'm about to cry again?
No, I'd say you're
more likely to scream.
Scream what?
"My husband
was a great man."
Lincoln's funeral cortege
departed the White House,
progressed along
Pennsylvania Avenue
to the Capitol.
And the next day
returned to
the White House,
then they walked all
the way to St. Matthew's
in a long, grand procession.
It was a sunny spring day.
Only 600 tickets
were allotted,
but thousands,
thousands lined the streets
and rooftops,
citizens, senators,
congressmen,
diplomats, officers,
all in their
full dress uniforms.
Lincoln's mount,
Old Bob,
was draped in a black blanket
with white trim and tassels.
Hooded,
he was led rider-less,
the head of
a miles-long procession
by the Reverend Henry Brown.
I can feel Jack
getting angry with this.
"There you go,
spending all that money
"on those silly
knick-knacks."
The man would spend
whatever it took for votes,
but balked at buying
a beautiful painting.
We don't have to worry
about that anymore.
We must get this right, Bill.
We must get this right.
It has to be beautiful.
Did you tell them we'll need
a horse-drawn carriage?
We have to march with Jack.
Everyone.
A big, beautiful procession
that people will remember.
Mrs. Kennedy,
you don't have to do this.
Do what?
In fact, I don't think
they'll let you parade through the streets.
The world's gone mad.
You should take the
children and disappear.
Build a fortress in Boston
and never look back.
Mrs. Kennedy?
Are the children awake?
They're playing in Caroline's room.
How do I do this?
Oh, dear.
It doesn't matter what you say.
Just hug them and
tell them it will be okay.
Mommy, why are you dressed so funny?
Because something very sad has happened.
And this is how we dress
when something sad happens.
Mommy, where's Daddy?
Daddy's not coming home.
Why not?
Daddy had to go see
your baby brother Patrick.
In heaven.
Why?
Because I'm here with you.
We don't want Patrick to get lonely, do we?
But what about us?
Caroline, I need you to be a big girl.
You can be brave, right?
You can be a soldier?
A very bad man hurt Daddy.
Daddy would come home if he could.
But he can't.
He has to go to heaven.
Can I say goodbye?
Yes, of course you can, my love.
Let your ears be attentive
to my cry for mercy.
If you, O Lord,
kept a record of sins,
O Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness,
therefore you are feared.
I wait for the Lord,
my soul waits,
and in his word I put my hope.
My soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen wait
for the morning.
O Israel,
put your hope in the Lord,
for with the Lord is unfailing love.
That was a beautiful mass.
Excuse me, Mother. Jackie.
Have you started on
the guest list for the burial?
The what?
You'll need to pare it down, dear.
We can't possibly accommodate
all these people at Brookline.
Mr. Kennedy, we need
to discuss the funeral, sir.
We all want to follow her lead,
but we still don't know
much about this Oswald.
There may be co-conspirators.
I'll talk to her, but she makes the call.
There's also the matter of the Oval.
What do you want me to do first?
Plan the funeral
or pack the furniture?
I know this is all delicate.
That's why I'm approaching you.
But a procession is insane.
Brookline?
The family plot.
Well, I assume Jack will be
buried with the rest of us.
A crowd full of people,
given what's happened,
I just can't have my President walking.
- Your President?
- My President.
Well, regardless of what happens,
my brother is going
to be carried in a box.
And I am sorry, Sir.
Fuck off, Jack.
Averell Harriman owns
at least four properties in Georgetown.
I'm sure he could loan out one of them.
I'll have Sarge look into it.
I'm sure we have time.
They can't expect us to
move immediately, can they?
Of course not.
Don't be silly.
Lincoln's widow died destitute.
She moved back to Illinois,
had to sell all her furniture.
And the Van Burens and the Tylers, too.
She auctioned it off, piece by piece,
just to keep a roof over her head.
But that won't happen to you.
And the collectors we bought it from...
Remember? Bill and I,
we had to haggle
over every sofa, every chair.
If I sell some of it back now,
maybe I can put John
and Caroline through school.
This staircase goes up to the second floor,
which I know are reserved
for the private living of
the President and his family.
I don't think any television cameras
or motion picture cameras
have ever gone up there,
'cause that's where you live.
That's right.
Here is what the White House
did to President Lincoln.
Here is how he changed.
1861.
The strong man
with the arched eyebrow.
1865.
One week before his assassination.
Mrs. Kennedy, do you
spend a great deal of time
in the Lincoln Room?
It was where we lived
when we first came here,
when our rooms
at the other end of the hall
were being painted.
It's a nice room.
Was this a bedroom during Lincoln's time?
No, it was Lincoln's Cabinet Room.
Are all the pieces
from Lincoln's time?
Yes, they are.
The most famous one,
of course, is the Lincoln bed.
It was bought by Mrs. Lincoln,
along with the dressing bureaus
and chair, and this table.
She bought a lot
of furniture for this house,
which made her husband rather cross
because he thought
she spent too much money.
And on the table
is the Gettysburg Address.
This is probably the greatest
treasure in this room.
And this sofa and these two chairs,
they were sold in that Lincoln sale
I was telling you about,
that Mrs. Lincoln sold.
And they went to England,
and then through the descendants
of the man who brought them there.
Here he comes,
here he comes.
Bobby?
Here he comes out
and down the hall again.
I really don't know
what this situation is about.
Nobody has told me anything,
except that I'm accused of...
I don't mean to upset your mother,
but Brookline is no place
to bury a President.
Did you kill the President?
No, I've not been charged with that.
In fact, nobody has
said that to me yet.
First thing I heard about it was when
the newspaper reporters in the hall...
Welcome to Arlington, Mrs. Kennedy.
Thank you.
The third option is just over there,
at the base of that hill.
That's too low.
What do you think, Ken?
I did like Dewey Circle,
if we could get rid
of the leaves in time.
Well, the problem there
isn't just the leaves.
It's the access roads.
There's gonna be 10,000 people here.
Well, that's what I'm saying.
Jackie?
Jackie.
Hey.
Where are we going?
He can't just be buried anywhere.
He deserves more.
Watch your step.
You all right?
My shoes are sticking in the mud.
I think maybe you
should talk to a priest.
Maybe.
Bobby, I want to talk to the press.
No.
No. You let Dave handle that.
You know, that first night
Bob McNamara said
he'd buy back our house
for us in Georgetown.
I don't even have things. I...
I don't have things.
I don't even have a home.
And what about this house?
This? It's awfully cold.
Well, you could light a fire,
invite people over.
The parties that you threw
at the White House,
nobody had ever seen anything like that.
Private concerts with artists,
friends, drinking champagne
and singing...
Are you suggesting I throw a party?
No, not now, obviously.
But, no.
I'm only suggesting that you've...
That you've brought life
to a cold house before.
That house was not mine.
Neither is this one.
Nothing is ever mine.
Not to keep, anyway.
Leaving that house
must have been very difficult.
A First Lady must always be
ready to pack her suitcases.
It's inevitable.
We've found beds for
almost all the family.
The Trumans at Blair House.
There was a brief crisis
about him not having a driver,
but Ike offered his.
We're running a bed-and-breakfast.
Lyndon just wants to move into the Oval.
He wants to address Congress.
I'll hold him off as long as I can,
but it has to happen sooner or later.
They're worried about an outdoor procession.
They think it's a security risk.
Jackie.
They think it's a security risk.
Everyone's spooked.
Apparently even State's discouraging
foreign dignitaries from attending.
It's eight city blocks to St. Matthew's.
That's a long way to be
strolling through crowds.
All those rooftops.
All those windows.
Bobby, it's our last chance.
We have to march with him.
It's true, it's true
The crown has made it clear
The climate must be perfect
All the year
A law was made
a distant moon ago here
July and August
cannot be too hot
And there's a legal limit
to the snow here
In Camelot
The winter is forbidden
till December
And exits March the second
on the dot
By order, summer lingers
through September
In Camelot
Camelot, Camelot
I know it sounds a bit bizarre
But in Camelot
Camelot
That's how conditions are
The rain may never fall
till after sundown
By 800, the morning fog
must disappear
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happy-ever-aftering
Than here in Camelot
Camelot, Camelot
I know it gives a person pause
But in Camelot
Camelot
Those are the legal laws
The snow may never slush
upon the hillside
By 9:00 p.m.
the moonlight must appear
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happy-ever-aftering
Than here in Camelot
How would you write that?
"She lights yet another cigarette
"and explains through her soft sobs
that Jack wasn't perfect,
"but he was perfect for our country.
"And I ask about his flaws,
"and she explains..."
Perfect people can't change.
Jack was always getting better,
stronger.
Sometimes he would
walk into the desert alone,
just to let himself
be tempted by the devil.
But he'd always come back to us,
his beloved family.
And I don't smoke.
I shouldn't say these things.
That's why we're here, isn't it?
To talk about what happened?
Is this a confession?
Only if there's something you regret.
Everyone knows my story.
God isn't interested in stories.
He's interested in the truth.
I came here looking for sympathy, Father.
Of course.
Father, are you listening?
I'm listening.
Yes, I think so.
I think God is cruel.
Well, now you're getting into trouble.
God is love.
And God is everywhere.
Was he in the bullet that killed Jack?
Absolutely.
Is he inside me now?
Yes, of course.
Of course he is.
Well, that's a funny game he plays,
hiding all the time.
The fact that we
don't understand him
isn't funny at all.
If there's a heaven,
then there's your God,
with all his empty promises.
What kind of God takes a father
from his two little children?
Thy Lord sacrificed his only son...
And my two babies.
Arabella in the womb.
And Patrick.
Thirty-nine hours on Earth.
Just long enough
to fall in love with him.
What did I do to deserve that?
Nothing.
Jack and I hardly ever
spent the night together.
Not even that last night in Fort Worth.
Your husband loved you,
Mrs. Kennedy. I'm sure of it.
I seem to remember
there being more to our vows.
Don't look at me like that.
I was First Lady of the United States.
Women have endured
far worse for far less.
There are two kinds of women.
Those who want power in the world,
and those who want power in bed.
Of course, now what am I left with?
When men see me now,
what do you think they feel?
Sadness.
Compassion.
Desire, maybe.
You're still a young woman, Mrs. Kennedy.
I used to make them smile.
No one understands the pain he was in
and how loyal he was.
Just some of his friends were so crude.
Jack wasn't, of course.
But he could get caught up in it.
Still, he was a great father.
I picture him on that
rocking chair in his office,
Caroline and John at his feet.
How could I hate him?
Take comfort in those memories.
I can't.
They're mixed up with all the others.
Do you have the latest list
from the State Department?
The dignitaries planning
to attend the funeral.
Yes. I have it right here.
General de Gaulle.
Prince Phillip.
Even the Soviet Foreign Minister.
More than we were expecting?
Yes.
There's dozens of names.
Good.
Will you read them to me?
Yes.
From the United Nations,
there's Paul Hoffman,
Managing Director,
David B. Vaughan.
The King of Belgium.
Denmark,
the Crown Prince George.
Bulgaria, the Deputy
Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Canada,
it's the Prime Minister,
Lester B. Pearson.
Austria, the Chancellor.
I don't know.
I think you should just
try it without it.
We've been together a long time,
haven't we, Nancy?
Yeah.
I used to worry that
you might be jealous of me.
Oh, stop it.
No, you never did anything
to make me feel that way.
But I worried.
After I married Jack.
After he won the election.
Now that seems ridiculous,
anyone...
Anyone being jealous of me.
I've buried two children,
and now I'm burying my husband.
You know, I was jealous.
Of that dress you wore in Vienna.
I know that it's hard to see it right now,
but you have your
whole life ahead of you.
That's a terrible thing to say.
You do!
That's a terrible, terrible thing to say.
But you do.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
What will you do now?
I'll stay with you.
You won't go anywhere?
No, I'm not going anywhere.
I don't have anywhere to go.
Those kids are so lucky to have you.
No, they're not lucky at all.
They're not lucky.
I'm scared, Nancy.
I'm scared, I'm scared...
I know.
I know.
At the Capitol,
where the President's body
will lie in state
throughout the remainder of the day
after it has been removed
from the White House,
there will be three short speeches or...
She'll be right down.
I'm told any moment.
...is allowed to start
viewing the body.
To Dallas, Texas, and Tom Petltit.
There's the prisoner.
There is Lee Oswald.
He's been shot.
He's been shot.
Lee Oswald has been shot.
- There's a man with a gun.
- Jesus Christ.
Are you ready to go?
Yeah.
Will you look at me?
Mommy, is it my birthday?
Not yet, dear.
But why am I wearing
my party clothes?
Special Agent Hill.
Whenever Mrs. Kennedy is ready.
Clint.
We're nearly done here.
It's the strangest thing.
I hardly remember anything after.
But I read about
what you did in the papers,
and I just wanted to thank you.
We got to get a handle on this thing.
- We got to get involved.
- Yes, sir.
This is making us look like
a bunch of goddamn barbarians.
Mrs. Kennedy is on her
way down with the children.
Turn the television off!
You're not to speak a word of this.
Understood? I'll tell Jackie
when the time is right.
Sit down.
Excuse me?
Sit down.
Darling?
What do you remember?
Will you tell me everything?
I need to hear.
Mrs. Kennedy...
I was ten yards back
when I heard the first shot.
And as my eyes crossed
the President's car...
Mrs. Kennedy...
Keep going.
I had to get to you,
put myself between you,
the President, and the shooter.
Who was it?
Was it that Oswald?
- They think so.
- I need to talk to him.
I need to talk to him.
I don't... I don't know
about that, Mrs. Kennedy.
The children are ready.
Shall I take them downstairs
to ride with Maud?
I would like them to come with me.
But the press is out front...
Their father is leaving
this house for the last time.
They should be there
to say goodbye to him.
But the cameras.
Those pictures are being broadcast
to every corner of the world.
Those pictures
should record the truth.
Two heartbroken,
fatherless children are part of that.
You can tell them I'm ready to leave,
with Caroline and John.
Yes, Mrs. Kennedy.
- Nancy?
- Yes?
I'm not the First Lady anymore.
You can call me Jackie.
I will.
Caroline,
are you ready, sweetheart?
My brave girl.
John, John, John.
Let me take you, son.
I value my privacy.
I always have.
And yet, in the days after,
directly after,
something seemed to change.
In what way?
Before the funeral,
the day you moved
the casket to the Capitol,
well, your children were on full display
for the whole world to see.
Well, what are you insinuating,
that I exploited them?
No, of course not. I just...
Present arms!
I'm only wondering if you ever
considered to do more
to shield them.
I think that most people
would have...
We aren't most people.
Most people don't have to
make decisions like that,
hours after watching
their husband get murdered
next to them.
Lyndon.
What an awful way
to begin your presidency.
Are you saying it was a mistake?
No, of course not.
How dare you?
They murdered him inside the jail.
These people can get to anyone.
How dare you keep that from me?
You had no right!
The children?
The ceremony at the Capitol...
I took them out the front door.
- This is all insanity!
- Are you...
You and your brother.
All these years,
all your goddamn secrets!
- That's not fair...
- Caroline and John are all I have left,
And I put them in danger because of you.
I would never put you at risk.
You can't know that!
You think you all control everything,
that you have the world
on puppet strings.
And you're ridiculous.
And I let myself believe it.
And this parade?
Who is it really for?
For Jack?
One more campaign stop
along the way to the grave?
Lyndon's people are right.
It's not worth it.
It's not worth risking people's lives.
You tell them we're calling it off.
We'll motorcade to the Cathedral.
The back way.
And then we'll bury him,
and we put an end to all this.
I don't give a damn anymore.
I don't.
I would never put you
and the children in danger.
I know you think I'm some
silly little debutante.
- Listen to me.
- You don't protect me anymore.
I would never put you
and the children in danger.
You don't know anything.
I lie awake at night,
and all I can think is
I should have been a shop girl
or a stenographer.
I should have married
an ordinary, lazy, ugly man.
Let me share with you a parable.
Jesus
once passed a blind
beggar on the road,
and his disciples asked,
"Who sinned,
"this man or his parents,
that he should be born blind?"
And Jesus said,
"Neither this man
nor his parents sinned.
"He was made blind
"so that the works of God
could be revealed in him."
And with that,
he placed mud on his eyes
and told him to wash
in the Pool of Siloam.
And the man did,
and he came back seeing.
Right now you are blind.
Not because you've sinned,
but because you've been chosen.
So that the works of God
can be revealed in you.
It's perfect.
We installed it while you were away.
I thought it'd be a nice surprise
for you and the President.
It changes everything.
And the Treaty Room?
Hunter green.
Exactly as you imagined it.
I wish Jack...
Who knows if he would have cared?
I lost track somewhere...
What was real.
What was performance.
Well, he was a president.
You were right earlier.
I'm not going to march tomorrow.
I won't put people in danger
on account of my vanity.
I was scared for you.
I still am.
But I never thought it was vanity.
You know, that's what Jack called all this.
When he saw what we were spending, he said,
"Your little vanity project
"is going to bankrupt
the federal government."
People need their history.
It gives them strength.
They need to know that
real men actually lived here.
Not ghosts and storybook legends,
people who faced adversity and overcame it.
What you've done in this house matters.
That's kind of you, Bill.
Even I'm starting to lose him.
Pretty soon
he'll just be another oil portrait
lining these hallways.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear John
I spoke to Johnson.
Tomorrow...
It's being handled.
Everyone will ride.
No procession.
I'm sorry, Bobby.
Do you think Lincoln's widow knew?
What?
That we'd build a monument to her husband?
Why is this room so peaceful?
"Peaceful"? I don't know.
Every time I walk by this room,
I'm reminded that on January 1st, 1863,
an ordinary man sighed a document
that freed four million people from slavery.
So,
I don't think of it so much as peaceful
as a place of profound legacy.
And it's too bad that ours
is totally fucking wasted.
Bobby!
What?
Bobby, watch your mouth.
What did we accomplish, huh?
We're just...
We're just the beautiful people?
Right? Isn't that what we are?
- Bobby.
- Because what did we...
What did we truly accomplish?
Maybe Jack will be remembered
for the way he handled the missile crisis,
or maybe he'll be remembered
for having created a crisis
that he was then forced to solve.
We could have done so much.
Civil rights, the space program.
Vietnam. Now, Johnson gets to handle Vietnam.
We teed it up for him.
He gets to knock it down.
I shouldn't have pushed
him so hard on Castro.
You can't do that, Bobby.
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with me?
History is harsh.
There's no time.
We're ridiculous. Look at you.
I'm sorry.
How do you like your new office?
Mrs. Kennedy.
Come in.
Sorry, I'm just doing my job, ma'am.
Of course you are.
I remember when we won the election.
It was so overwhelming.
We're doing just fine.
Everyone's thoughts are with you right now.
That's very kind of you.
I've come to discuss tomorrow.
The Attorney General
relayed to me your desire
for a more modest ceremony.
I've changed my mind.
I'm sorry?
I said I've changed my mind.
We will have a procession,
and I will walk to the Cathedral
with the casket.
Well, even if we could
resume the arrangements,
I'm sure you can understand
the Secret Service still has their concerns.
And President Johnson?
President Johnson would like nothing more
than to fulfill your wishes,
but I have to take into account his safety.
The country couldn't endure another blow
should anything...
It's not the same.
If it were up to him,
he'd do anything that
might bring you comfort.
Then who is it up to, Mr. Valenti?
Well, as I'm sure you know,
tomorrow we're expecting
close to 100 Heads of State.
One-hundred three.
Yes, I'm sure that's right.
And I suspect they'll make
all their own decisions.
Based on what?
There's a great deal
of classified intelligence
that I just can't get into.
We've intercepted a threat
against General de Gaulle
from our assets in Geneva.
I'm afraid if he refuses to march,
others may follow.
I understand.
As I said, Mrs. Kennedy,
I wish there were more we could do
to accommodate your wishes.
I'm terribly sorry.
Don't be.
You and the Johnsons
have already done so much.
Good day, Mrs. Kennedy.
Mr. Valenti.
Would you mind getting a message
to all our funeral guests
when they land?
Of course.
Inform them that I will walk
with Jack tomorrow.
Alone, if necessary.
And tell General de Gaulle
that if he wishes to ride
in an armored car
or in a tank for that matter,
I won't blame him.
And I'm sure the tens of millions of people
watching won't either.
Why are you doing this, Mrs. Kennedy?
I'm just doing my job.
Would you like to write this down?
- Do you think I should?
- I...
I do.
We all live on far after our deaths.
Presidents will come and go,
and every one of them
will look up to Jack for guidance,
for inspiration.
What do you say to those
who say he didn't deserve it?
The scale of it.
I mean, he was a great president,
but he didn't
win the Civil War, for instance.
It was a funeral for
the President of the United States.
Your husband drove cars,
he didn't ride horses.
Yes, and there should
have been more of them.
There should be more horses,
more soldiers,
more crying, more cameras!
I'm guessing you won't
allow me to write any of that.
No,
because I never said that.
Perhaps Jack didn't have time
to defeat Communism,
but I do seem to recall...
With all due respect,
you were at the center
of it all, Mrs. Kennedy,
and I'd imagine it's impossible
to have any perspective
from that vantage point.
But I can assure you that
it was a spectacle.
Nancy said they wanted to share my grief,
so I let them.
But after, I realized that all the pageantry,
all the demands I made to honor him,
it wasn't for Jack or his legacy.
It was for me.
I wrote him a letter.
That night, before we moved
the casket to the Capitol.
Do you know what I wrote?
That I wanted to die.
- I understand.
- Do you?
I do.
Unless you are asking my permission.
No, only crass,
self-indulgent people kill themselves.
No, I was just hoping that if I walked
down the street next to Jack's body,
maybe someone would be
kind enough to do it for me.
In front of the whole world?
Famous life, famous death.
I never wanted fame.
I just became a Kennedy.
I told everyone that I can't remember.
It's not true.
I can remember.
I can remember everything.
The first bullet. Boom.
Then boom.
I could have saved him.
I should have known it was a gunshot.
I should have shielded him.
I tried to stop the bleeding,
but when we got to the hospital, it was...
That night, and every night since,
I pray to die.
Won't God let me be with my husband?
Can I look?
It's just the... It hasn't...
You don't write very legibly, do you?
You left your mark on
this country, Mrs. Kennedy.
These past few days,
that's the story.
Losing a president is like...
It's like losing a father.
And you were a mother to all of us,
and that's a very good story.
The entire country watched the funeral
from beginning to end.
Decades from now,
people will remember
your dignity and the majesty.
They'll remember you.
It will serve a definite purpose.
My husband has
so many meetings up here,
in this part of the house.
All the men who wait to
see him now sit in the hall,
with baby carriages going by them.
So they can sit in here
and have a conference
around this table, waiting for him.
Well, he's going to come in...
Mr. President.
Well, Mrs....
Mr. Collingwood.
Mrs. Kennedy has been showing us
about the White House
and all the changes that she's made therein.
What do you think of
the changes that she's made?
Well, I think the great effort
that she's made has been to...
bring us much more intimately in contact
with all the men who lived here.
Of course, I think anyone who comes
to the White House as a President...
desires the best for his country.
But I think he does receive
a stimulus from the knowledge
of living in close proximity
to the people
who are legendary,
but who actually were alive
and were in these rooms.
Thank you.
Everything will be held in storage
until you decide where to settle.
There's one last thing.
It's more important than all the rest.
You know, every night before bed,
we had this old Victrola.
We'd listen to a couple records.
His favourite was Camelot.
The musical?
I'm so ashamed of myself.
Every quote out of Jack's mouth
was either Greek or Roman.
And that last song,
that last side of Camelot,
is all that keeps running
through my mind.
"Don't let it be forgot,
"that for one brief,
"shining moment
there was a Camelot."
Jack loved history.
It's what made him what he was.
Just imagine, he was a little boy
with scarlet fever in bed,
reading history.
King Arthur and the Knights
of the Round Table.
That's what Camelot is about.
Ordinary men banding together
to fight for a better world.
Don't misunderstand me.
Jack wasn't naive.
But he had ideals.
Ideals he could rally
others to believe in.
Will those ideals live on?
Sure they will.
Of course, there will be great progress.
There will be other great presidents.
The Johnsons have been
so generous to me.
But there won't be another Camelot.
Not another Camelot.
Why are you really here?
'Cause I needed to talk.
You say that you pray every night to die.
That your children have no use for you.
You wish only to be with your husband.
And yet, I'm not burying you today.
There comes a time
in man's search for meaning,
when one realizes
that there are no answers.
And when you come to that horrible,
unavoidable realization,
you accept it or you kill yourself.
Or you simply stop searching.
I have lived a blessed life.
And yet, every night,
when I climb into bed,
turn off the lights,
and stare into the dark,
I wonder...
Is this all there is?
You wonder?
Every soul on this planet does.
But then,
when morning comes,
we all wake up
and make a pot of coffee.
Why do we bother?
Because we do.
You did this morning.
You will again tomorrow.
But God,
in his infinite wisdom,
has made sure
it is just enough for us.
Once more. Mrs. Kennedy
has expressed her desire
to re-inter the bodies
of the two children they lost
to rest alongside their father.
You got that part, right?
She wants them to always remember,
for one brief, shining moment,
there was a...
Yeah, Camelot. Yeah.
I hope you have a good night,
Mrs. Kennedy.
He wrote down every word.
Did it help heal you?
It's been reprinted all over the world.
Maybe that's what they'll
all believe now. Camelot.
People like to believe in fairy tales.
And you?
Do you believe you did him justice?
I believe that the characters
we read about on the page
end up being more real than
the men who stand beside us.
I should have guessed
it was too much to ask
that we grow old together,
see our children grow up.
The darkness may never go away,
but it won't always be this heavy.
Come.
They're waiting for us at Arlington.
In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit...
In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit...
Each evening,
from December to December
Before you drift
to sleep upon your cot
Think back on all the tales
that you remember
Of Camelot
Ask every person
if he's heard the story
And tell it strong...
I was just so happy
that he could be proud.
Because then I was having a baby,
and I couldn't campaign,
and then we got
in the White House,
and all of the things
I'd always done,
suddenly they became wonderful.
Because anything the First Lady does
that is different
everyone seizes on.
And I was just so happy for Jack
that he could be proud of me.
Those were our happiest years.
Where once it never
rained till after sundown
By 8:00 a.m.,
the morning fog had flown
Don't let it be forgot
That once there was a spot
For one brief,
shining moment
That was known
As Camelot