EXT. HYANNIS BEACH -DAY
JACKIE KENNEDY. Jet-black bouffant, regal bearing, perfectsymmetrical features.
But the light behind her eyes has gone out.
She walks alone, shuddering against a frigid wind.
FADE TO BLACK.
Hyannis Port, Massachusetts 1963
INT. KENNEDY COMPOUND -LIVING ROOM
Jackie --black trim slacks, beige pullover sweater --pacesat the window.
Finally, a cab pulls into the driveway.
INT. KENNEDY COMPOUND -FOYER
A JOURNALIST --handsome yet rumpled --stands uneasily inthe doorway.
Mrs. Kennedy? They told me to come
She studies his unkempt appearance, but doesn't answer. TheJournalist is perplexed but strains to be gentle...
I-I'm so sorry for your loss.
Jackie takes a long moment --her voice raw...
Have you read what they've beenwriting? Krock and Merriman and
all the rest?
Yes. I have.
Merriman is such a bitter man.
It's been just one week and alreadythey’re treating him like somedusty old artifact, to be shelved
That’s no way to be remembered.
And how would you like him
remembered, Mrs. Kennedy?
Suddenly stern, authoritative -
You understand that I will be
editing this conversation?
Just in case I don’t say exactlywhat I mean.
With all due respect that seemsvery unlikely, Mrs. Kennedy.
Jackie stares at him, polite but firm.
Right. Okay. So this will be yourown version of...what happened.
Holding his gaze, she refocuses, preparing for a performanceof sorts.
Exactly. Come in.
EXT. KENNEDY COMPOUND -DECK
Jackie and the Journalist sit across from each other at a
table. She smokes a cigarette, lost in the horrible memory.
I thought it was another backfire.
I very nearly didn’t go. What if
I’d been here, or out riding inVirginia somewhere?
Thank God I was with him...
She trails off.
Why, thank God?
Instead of an answer-
Do you know what I think ofhistory?
I've read a great deal. More than
people realize. The more I read,
the more I wonder: When somethingis written down, does that make it
It's all that we have.
Had. We have television now. Now
people can see with their own eyes.
That tour of the White House youdid a couple of years ago, for CBS,
I always assumed you did thatfor...a purpose? No? After the
fashion magazines? You even won anEmmy...
I didn’t do that program for me.I
did it for the American people.
That program was my first glimpseinto the White House and for
whatever it’s worth, I thought youwere excellent, very poised.
You could have had a career as a
broadcaster. I’m sure.
The Journalist looks up from his notes.
What did you say?
I said...you could have had acareer as a broadcaster.
Are you giving me professionaladvice?
He shakes his head, embarrassed...
But I’m sure that the whole countrywould like to know what you’regoing to do next.
I can assure you --not television.
She takes another drag of her cigarette.
INT. HALLWAY -WHITE HOUSE (1962)
Jackie is a year younger --at the height of her legendarybeauty --wearing a floor-length, scarlet gown.
Welcome to the White House.
Behind her are LIGHTS and BOOM MIC’s --a full-blown