All language subtitles for Love.Story.2026.S01E03.2160p.WEB.h265-ETHEL

She's so darling.

Look at these trees.
Just gorgeous. Aren't they?

-You okay?
-Yes, I'm fine.

Well,
we're just trying to lock down
investors right now,

which, needless to say,
has been a lesson in humility.

Michael pretty much has me
out there with my hat in hand
singing for my supper.

Well, it's your magazine.
What did you expect?

I know.

And I'm happy to do the work,
but I don't want people to see
George and think of me.

You know, I want it
to have its own identity.

You think your father
won his congressional seat
solely on merit? No.

He capitalized on
his charm, his magnetism,
his father's good fortune,

and then he used
his platform to do good
and to prove himself.

Now I know it's important to
you that you be your own man,

but, sweetheart, there are
so many doors open to you.

You don't have to build one
and run through it
just to say you did.

Can we please
not do this again?

All I'm saying is,

your last name doesn't need
to be this albatross from which
you need to escape.

This is why I wish you'd
seek out Maurice's advice more.

Yes,
but I have spoken with him.

He's always
gonna be there for you.

Why are you saying it
like that?

Well, I just mean you ought
to take advantage
of his counsel.

Oh!

Let's just get Caroline
and head home, shall we?

The last thing I need
is to give them a shot of me

catching my breath
or withering away.

Gone are the days when my style
used to sell the papers.

Oh, please. You could walk down
Fifth Avenue in a bunny costume

and people would be like,

-"Oh, where
did you get that suit?"

There'd be models walking down
runways, hopping, actually.

-Oh, stop.
-Cotton tails, the whole thing.

-Please don't make me laugh.

I'm sorry. You okay?

Yes, yes, I'm fine. It's...
It's a good kind of pain.

You sure you don't want
to keep walking?

No, no,
I'm actually quite hungry.

Good. Good.
An appetite's a good sign.

Thank you, Tony.

Whoa!

-Looks like
a greenhouse in here.
-Mmm.

Would you like me
to bring them up?

Yes, please, Tony. Thank you.

"You're in my reflections.
Michael Jackson"?

-Mom secured his book deal.
-Oh!

Daryl? I thought we'd all
been shunned after dog-gate.

It's quite magnanimous of her.

You always have
such nice things to say
after they're gone.

I'm just still trying
to imagine what
everyone on that flight

must have been thinking
when they saw you
with those ashes.

Why do you think I'm trying
to get my pilot's license?

-All righty, I gotta go.
-Okay.

-Sure you don't want
a hand with this?
-No, I'm good. Thank you.

Okay.

Just take the vultures with you
when you go, will you?

Okay.

Did you want to take
the service entrance,
Mr. Kennedy?

No, I'm good.

Thank you.

- John!

Come on, walk faster,
we're almost there.

I'm trying.
Make sure I don't hit anything.

Oh, my God. You ready?

Yeah, I guess.

New York,
eat your fucking heart out.

- Holy shit.

I feel like I'm hallucinating.

Jesus, you can really see
my dick, huh?

Yeah, it's better
than the alternative.

Should we linger?
See if anyone notices you?

I can't believe
you made that happen for me.

No, I just put
your headshot in a pile.

Let's take a photo.

Come on.

Oh, wait,
I want you to be in it with me.

No, no, no.
This is your moment. Go.

-Smile.

-Jump.

Should we have gotten
a doggie bag?

For what? I cleaned my plate.

I asked if I could have a fry,

and you stated,
unequivocally, I could have
as many as I wanted.

Well, that's because
you didn't necessarily
give me a choice.

We got the check, right?

Do you have
somewhere you have to be?

- Uh, no, I just...
- Hey, John.

I don't have
any cash on me, so...

Uh...

What?

Of all the gin joints.

Uh...

I'm a sucker
for a laminated menu.

Uh, John, this is
my friend, Michael.

-Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you.

I see you got a new bike.

I did, yeah.

I reported the last one stolen,
but I think the case
has gone cold.

Oh. And yet, still no lock.

Well, you know, baby steps.

Maybe we start with a helmet
and work our way up from there?

Over this head of hair?
No, I don't think so.

-John, I got your order ready.
-Thanks, Joe.

You got it.

It was nice to see you.

It was nice to see you too.

And, um...

I'm thinking about your mom.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

-Nice to meet you, Mike.
-You too.

-See you around.
-Bye.

Uh, so what's... what's up
for the rest of the day?

So we're just gonna
ignore that just happened?

You have ketchup on your face.

What are you doing?

I don't need my personal
correspondence memorialized
in the Smithsonian.

You don't need to do that, Mom.

I can see that those letters
are locked away and sealed.

I don't want them
to be preserved
publicly or privately.

There's a reason no one likes
to read the fine print.

It takes all the fun out of it.

Is there a reason why
you're doing this now?

Well, unlike you,
I don't like to put things off
until the last minute.

Speaking of,
how's your love life?

I'm not prying.
I'm just genuinely curious.

I guess you could say I'm
in kind of a transition period.

Somehow in an effort
not to upset anybody,
I've upset everyone.

One person
in particular who is...

She's special.

Well, confrontation's
never been your strong suit.

And have I read
about this special person?

No.

And frankly,
that's part of the appeal.
She's not interested in that.

She seems to know who she is.

And when she looks at me,
I can tell that she knows
that... I don't...

Know who you are.

You know, I remember
the first night your father
and I spent at the White House.

He turned to me and he said,

"Can you believe where we are?"

And I said, "Of course I can.
How do you think we got here?"

In some ways, our life together
was more of a realization
of my dream than his.

Not that I ever imagined myself
in the White House,

but your father, well, he
could have been happy sailing
or riding his whole life,

but I, for whatever reason...

Well, I always knew I was
bound for a different life
than everyone else.

Something more.

I've been reading
some of the tributes.

Why are you saying it
like that?

Well, absent the past tense,
they're essentially obituaries.

Well, isn't it nice to be
around so you can read it,

see how much
you mean to people?

It's not the adulation
I question.

It's where it stems from,
how it came to be.

I can't help
but sometimes wonder

how I'd be remembered
if I hadn't...

-if I wasn't...
-What?

America's widow.

That's not to say I'm not moved
by the outpouring of love,
it's just that...

Well, pathos and recognition

are two very, very,
very different things.

You really believe that
that's what this is? Pity?

It's not that.

I think the world thought
that we went through
something together,

that what happened in Dallas

happened to all of us.

You once told me that
you had no choice but to go on
after what happened,

that anybody would.

But you're wrong.
You did have a choice.

We grew up
in people's living rooms.

They feel like
they know us, that
we're a part of their family.

Which is why whenever
we do anything unseemly

or at odds with
their perception of us,

they lash out
with an even greater fervor.

'Cause in their minds,
we don't exist without them.

Public's always holding
a flower in one hand
and a stone in the other.

Don't forget that.

Thank you for meeting me.

I feel like
we're trading state secrets.

-You know,
I got jumped in a park once.
- What?

Yeah, I was, like, 15 riding
my bike to a tennis lesson.

And this guy just socked me,
jacked my bike, and took off.

What is it with you and bikes?
Didn't you have Secret Service?

I did, but my mom
always insisted that
they kept their distance.

She hated the idea
of me moving through life

like a coddled prince
with a God complex.

Hey, she still lets you
Rollerblade.

It's probably 'cause they're
harder to steal than a bike.

-She used to love
to send me to work

on ranches, fishing boats,
wilderness survival trips.

She was always very keen
on me being a real man,
whatever that means.

She was probably scared
she was gonna mess you up,
and that she wasn't enough.

She didn't want you
to feel more shortchanged
than you already were.

How is it that
you have more insight
into my family than my family?

No, I just know there's
no greater force on earth
than that of a single mom.

You'd think with
twice the responsibility,
they'd get graded on a curve,

but they're just forced
to grin and bear it

for a world dictated by the men
who failed them.

You feel like your dad
failed your mom?

I feel like he failed
a lot of people.

But how is she doing? Your mom.

I can tell she's scared,

which, I mean, I always knew
there would come a point

where I'd have to take care
of her, but she's 64, you know.

She's a survivor. That's what
she does. She survives.

Yeah.

But think of all the lives
she's lived in 64 years.

I wish you could meet her.
She'd love you.

-Sorry, I was--
-No, no, it's fine, it's fine.

I should probably go.

Yeah.

Why did you want
to meet, though?

I mean, you've got
tons of friends and family.

I don't know. You're just
the person I wanted to see.

What about...

-Daryl?
-Yeah.

She's back in LA.
Indefinitely, it seems.

You don't have to walk me home.
I'm five minutes from here.

I'll take the five minutes,
if that's all right with you.

...and the belts with Sharpie.
- And no one noticed?

Oh, no, no.
Rave reviews across the board.

I should go.

Yeah, I wouldn't want
to keep an underwear model
waiting either.

-They must get very hungry.

Did you look him up
or something?

No, I looked up at him.

All 50 feet.

We're friends.

No one is just friends
with an underwear model.

They're basically
sex symbols for trade.

This coming from
People's "Sexiest Man Alive."

That's different.

How?

Well, I'm not on a billboard
in Times Square
in my tighty-whities.

Yeah, you're just shirtless
everywhere else.

Well, I'm happy for you
and your budding friendship.

Everyone needs a good, broad,
muscular shoulder to cry on.

Good night, John.

Do you still want
to be a teacher
when you grow up?

I wanna be a photographer.

A photographer?
You do? Since when?

Do you know that Grandma
used to be a photographer
when she was a young girl?

For a newspaper and everything.

Do you want to hold my baby,
Grandma?

Oh, yes, I do.
The baby with all the jewel--

Sweetheart, why don't you hold
the baby, and I'll go get her
a blanket? Yes?

Grandma.

Mommy!

Oh, my God.

Mom. Mom.

Eugie!

Mommy. Mom!

Eugie, call 911.

Mommy, wake up. Mom! Mom!

Make sure the hospital knows
to register her under an alias.

We'll take care of it.

It's okay, Mom.
It's gonna be okay.

We were optimistic
because the scans showed

the cancer had dissipated
from your chest and stomach.

However,
it does appear to have spread
to your brain and spinal cord.

At this point,
we recommend a much more
aggressive treatment--

Pass my bag, please.

Um, one in which
we would drill a hole

into your brain
and insert a shunt

that would allow
the fluid buildup to drain

and redirect it
to other parts of the body...

Jackie, Jackie! Over here.

- How are you feeling?
- John!

We're thinking
about you, Mrs. Kennedy.

How much longer
do you think we have?

I mean, roughly what's
the general time frame
for someone at this stage?

It can vary significantly.

Okay. Thank you.

Should we call Aunt Lee?

That could go
a lot of different ways.

-Yeah, maybe we should
call Anthony first.
-Yeah.

What is it, Nancy?
What's wrong?

She asked
to see Monsignor Bardes.

-No.
-Why?

It's what she wants.

-Last rites?
-What?

Why are we acting like
this is happening right now?

I mean, I know her time is
limited, but that doesn't mean
we just give up.

Nancy, do not call him.
I'm gonna go talk to her.

John, please.

She wants to do this
while she is still lucid, and
we can't fault her for that.

Would you like to give me
your confession now?

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

I wanted to die...

after Jack.

I thought...

that was supposed
to be the both of us
that day in Dallas.

But I couldn't move.

I froze.

And I was so... so mad at him.

For all he put me through.

All the women.

But I always protected him.
Always.

Even after he died.

And I sat down
with that journalist,

and I gave him the fairy tale.

"There will never be
another Camelot."

And I want him to know...

I forgive him.

Jack?

God.

"It is glory
to have been tested.

To have had our little quality
and cast our little spell.

The thing is
to have made somebody care.

You happen to be crazy,
of course. But that
doesn't affect the law.

A second chance,
that's the delusion.

It was never meant
to be but one.

We work in the dark.
We do what we can.

We give what we have."

"Our doubt is our passion.
Our passion is our task."

I'm sorry.

What?

What are you talking about?

All this. Just...

Just for an idea.

-Oh.

Oh, sweetheart.

"Last night at around 10:15,
my mother passed on.

She was surrounded
by her friends, and her family,
and her books,

and the people
and the things she loved.
And she did it in her own way.

And we all feel lucky for that.

And now she's in God's hands."

-Thank you.

I will never understand it.

What's that?

Why we have to put on
a brave face for them.

Thank you so much for coming.

Really, really appreciate it.

John!

Hi.

I'm so sorry.

I tried to get on
an earlier flight and then
everything was booked

and then they lost my luggage
and it was a whole--

-I didn't even know
you were coming.
-Of course.

She was your whole world.

No, I meant to the wake.

I figured I'd see you
at the funeral, but how
did you know that--

Look, whatever happened
between your mother and I,

it doesn't matter.
Life is too short, and I know
how much she meant to you.

-Thank you.
-Is there a coat check?

-No.
-I'll just go put it
in your room.

It would have meant
so much to her

for you two to have traveled
so far to be here today.
Thank you so much.

I still remember that trip she
took with your father to Paris.

Do you have any idea
how elegant, how proficient
someone has to be

to impress the French?

I was at a party at
the Prince's Palace of Monaco,

and someone asked
Princess Grace

what it was like to be
the most glamorous woman
in the world,

and you know what she said?

"You'll have to ask Jackie O."

Of course.

You know my Uncle Teddy.

Pleasure to meet you,
Senator Kennedy.

I'll leave you
in his very capable hands.

It's nice to meet you.
By any chance...

There you are.

I thought
you might have disappeared.

No, no, I've just been
running around.

How are you feeling?

Um...

I don't know. Haven't had a lot
of time to process it, I think.

Yeah, and grief is
weird that way.

It kind of sneaks up on you
and all you can do
is succumb to it,

you know,
like when I lost Hank.

Sorry about that.

I mean, yes, he was a dog,
but he was also like my child.

Yeah.

Of course everyone
keeps trying to find out
what's going on with us,

like in what capacity I'm here.

People are asking you
about our relationship status
at my mother's wake?

I mean,
not explicitly, but, like--

Well, we haven't spoken
in months, so...

Exactly. There's a lot
that remains unsaid.

Hey, Nancy,
have you seen Caroline?

I think
she just needed a minute.

I'm gonna go
check on my sister,
but I'll talk to you later.

Of course.

Hey, sorry, I just--

It's okay.

I know it's crazy out there.

I don't think anyone out there
has said one thing about her
that I'm gonna miss.

You're not gonna miss
her poise or her love
for the written word?

It's like they're all afraid
to admit she was just a person.

Like, somehow acknowledging
even the slightest imperfection

would somehow discount
their proximity to her.

Remember when
she found your weed plant
in her garden at Hyannis?

She didn't find it.
A police officer found it.

Oh, my God. That's right.

What was he doing wandering
around the garden in Hyannis?

Oh, I don't know.
I think a neighbor
probably reported it.

I thought
our neighbors loved us.

Didn't you tell her
it was a zucchini?

-Parsley. Zucchini?

She was so mad.

Her voice dropped
into that really scary octave.

"Caroline. Marijuana?
How could you?"

"And in my garden?
A botanical sanctuary."

You had
a real rebellious streak
going there for a little while.

I miss those days.

I think I was just trying
to find ways to tell her
I was never gonna be like her.

Well, I, for one,
am glad you didn't.

Otherwise I'd be missing out
on someone really special.

Okay. We should go back.

I think I overheard
one of the cousins

asking if someone knows
how to play "Frère Jacques"
on the piano.

-Ugh!

-I'll be out in a second.
-Okay.

Those of you who may
just be joining us right now,

we are on to keep you apprised
of the funeral arrangements

for Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.

Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis,
of course,

died on Thursday night
around 10:15 in her home.

She had asked to be returned
to her apartment
on the Upper East Side.

Everybody
over ten years old in 1963

remembers her
with the greatest gratitude

because it was her strength
that carried us through

that awful, awful
November of 1963.

That was also the first time
anything like this

had ever been seen
on television.

It really is
a national communion of sorts,

a cathartic experience
for many people.

And the eulogy to be delivered
by Senator Edward Kennedy.

No one else looked like her,
spoke like her, wrote like her,

or was so original
in the way she did things.

No one we knew ever had
a better sense of self.

Her two children
turned out to be extraordinary.

Honest, unspoiled, and with
a character equal to hers.

She reveled
in their accomplishments.
She hurt with their sorrows.

She felt sheer joy and delight
in spending time with them.

They are her two miracles.

I often think of what
she said about Jack
in December after he died.

"They made him a legend
when he would have
preferred to be a man."

Jackie would have preferred
to be just herself,

but the world insisted
that she be a legend too.

I understand the pressures
you will always have
to face as a Kennedy,

even though we brought you
into this world as an innocent.

You more than anyone
have a place in history.

No matter what path
you blaze in life,

all I ask is that you
continue to make Caroline,
the Kennedy family,

and most importantly,
yourself proud.

Stay close to those who know
you and love you as you are.

All my love, Mommy.

Breathe.