Jackie Page #5

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INT. KENNEDY COMPOUND -LIVING ROOM

The interview with Journalist continues. Her voice quivering,

a stream of consciousness...

JACKIE:

There’d been the biggest motorcadefrom the airport. Hot, wild like

in Mexico or Vienna. The sun was

strong in our faces but I couldn’twear my sunglasses. Jack has hishand out and I see a piece of hisskull come off. It wasn’t flesh

colored, it wasn’t white. He slumpsin my lap. His blood, his brains inmy lap. And I’m saying Jack, Jackcan you hear me, Jack, I love youJack!

(through tears)

And his head was so beautiful, and

his mouth was beautiful and his

eyes were open. I was trying tokeep the top of his head down. Keepit all in. He had the most

wonderful expression on his face,

you know? Just before they’d askhim a question, just before he’danswer. He looked puzzled.

(beat)

I knew he was dead.

She lights a cigarette. The Journalist looks up from his

notes.

JOURNALIST:

(clears throat)

Mrs. Kennedy-

JACKIE:

Don’t think for one second I’m

going to let you publish that.

(MORE)

14.

JACKIE (CONT'D)

(beat)

You understand?

JOURNALIST:

Yes, of course. I understand.

The Journalist looks down.

JOURNALIST (CONT’D)

What did the bullet sound like?

PUSH IN on Jackie and...

SLAM CUT TO:

EXT. PRESIDENTIAL MOTORCADE -DALLAS

BANG! --two motorcycles speed up to the President’s

Limousine as it races to the hospital.

Jackie sits in back. Her husband’s head is in her hands.

SLAM CUT TO:

INT. AIR FORCE ONE -PRESIDENTIAL QUARTERS

A TIGHT CLOSE-UP of Jackie. Her wide-set, deep brown eyes

are blank, exhausted.

Her mascara is streaked, her cheeks scarred with red-brown

smudges. The dried blood of her dead husband. She stares at

herself in the mirror. The pillbox hat is gone --cast onthe floor --and her usually perfect hair is tousled.

Frantically, she scrubs at the blood, some of it still wet,

with Kleenex.

She wipes at her reflection in the mirror.

Finally, she pats her face dry with a hanging towel. Then,

noticing her hair, she attempts to restore its shape with herhands. Her hands quiver.

Frustrated, she lets out a wrenching SOB. And then --KNOCK!

KNOCK!

O'BRIEN (O.S.)

Mrs. Kennedy? Are you alright?

It's Larry...

She takes in a breath, forcing her composure.

15.

JACKIE:

I'll be ready in a moment.

LARRY O'BRIEN, the President's Congressional Liaison and oldfamily friend, speaks to her from the doorway.

O’BRIEN

Take all of the time you need.

With her fingers she wipes the tears and blood from under her

eyes.

JACKIE:

Are they waiting?

Jackie stares at herself in the mirror --a macabre

distortion of the picture from Love Field that morning.

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