Jackie Page #6

INT. AIR FORCE ONE -CONFERENCE ROOM -CONTINUOUS

JACKIE'S POV --PRESIDENT LYNDON JOHNSON, his wife LADY BIRD,

his aide JACK VALENTI. CONGRESSMEN ALBERT THOMAS and JACK

BROOKS, stand by JUDGE SARAH HUGHES, who holds up a smallbible.

President Johnson hesitates --but there's no choice. He

places his hand on the bible.

Jackie pulls back her shoulders, holding herself erect.

JUDGE HUGHES:

I do, solemnly swear...

President Johnson’s deep Texas drawl is uncharacteristicallysoft, subdued. He repeats every line after Judge Hughes.

PRESIDENT JOHNSON

I do solemnly swear...

JUDGE HUGHES:

That I will faithfully execute...

PRESIDENT JOHNSON

That I will faithfully execute...

JUDGE HUGHES:

The office of President of the

United States...

PRESIDENT JOHNSON

The Office of President of the

United States...

16.

JUDGE HUGHES:

And will to the best of my

ability...

PRESIDENT JOHNSON

And will to the best of my

ability...

JUDGE HUGHES:

Preserve...

PRESIDENT JOHNSON

Preserve...

JUDGE HUGHES:

Protect...

PRESIDENT JOHNSON

Protect...

JUDGE HUGHES:

And defend...

PRESIDENT JOHNSON

And defend...

JUDGE HUGHES:

The Constitution of the United

States...

PRESIDENT JOHNSON

The Constitution of the United

States...

JUDGE HUGHES:

So help me God...

PRESIDENT JOHNSON

So help me God...

Johnson kisses his wife, then places his hand on Jackie’sshoulder.

A FLASHBULB erupts, capturing the moment.

PRESIDENT JOHNSON (CONT’D)

Let’s start the engines and get

some of the heat off this plane.

Thank you.

Valenti shakes President Johnson’s hand and addresses him.

VALENTI:

Mr. President.

17.

Jackie's eyes drift downward, blank.

INT. AIR FORCE ONE -CABIN -LATER

Air Force One is airborne. Jackie sits, staring straight

ahead.

Suddenly she rises and approaches CLINT HILL, the head of herSecret Service detail.

JACKIE:

Agent Hill? Can you tell me...whatsize was the bullet?

A beat of silence, everyone unsettled.

JACKIE (CONT’D)

I don’t think it was a thirtyeight, was it? What do you call it?

The caliber? It seemed bigger. It

seemed like something soldierswould use or maybe it was the kindthey use for deer hunting....

O’BRIEN

(very careful)

Mrs. Kennedy, you don’t have to-we

don’t know yet.

No one answers. She becomes distant, lost in concentration.

She turns to her husband’s oldest friends, the IRISH MAFIA -KENNY

O’DONNELL, O’Brien, and DAVE POWERS.

JACKIE:

We need to have the Irish Cadets.

O'BRIEN

I'm sorry?

JACKIE:

Yes. The Irish Cadets --for the

funeral. Jack loved them. He saw

them perform in Dublin last summer.

O'BRIEN

Of course, Mrs. Kennedy. We'll

make sure of it.

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