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Did today really happen?

Seventh row.

Hello Raymond.

You're coming with us.

Who the hell are you?

I'm coming with nobody.

Raymond, you have no say in this matter.

Understand?

Then let's go kid.

In position.

Pull it.

Testing.

Look how close the crowd's going to be.

If someone really wanted to get me it wouldn't be very difficult would it?

All it takes is a nut with determination.

And a willingness to die.

Perhaps.

Perhaps not.

I'll increase security.

Forget it.

I'm just in one of my paranoid moods.

The good people of Texas do that to me you know.

Why?

Lyndon swears that Texan women are sweet as honeysuckle and slinger looking good.

If she's over 13 and speaks with a southern drawl that's Lyndon's definition of having

Jim Wright will be here in a few minutes to get you.

A Marjorie Ballou will be with him.

Marjorie Ballou?

Definitely not.

Not even for Lyndon.

She was chosen for her ability to make conversation.

Then I shall have to test her to the best of her ability.

I'll see you downstairs Larry.

Mr. President.

Jackie?

Jackie?

I just saw you die.

Now remember James if I start blathering on you give me some sort of sign.

I solemnly promise Marj.

I'm being serious now.

Yes Marj.

You darn well know I don't know when to shut up.

And I do not want to be the fool in front of

that Yankee president and his snooty little wife.

Good morning.

Good morning sir.

I am Representative Wright with Mrs. David Ballou to

escort the president and Mrs. Kennedy to breakfast.

Yes sir.

Good morning Jim.

Good morning Mr. President.

It is my pleasure to introduce to you...

Mrs. Ballou.

Marjorie.

A real pleasure to finally get to meet you.

And thank you so much for accompanying Mrs. Kennedy and me on this rainy morning.

I'm terribly sorry but Mrs. Kennedy isn't quite ready yet.

Something to do about her hair not being just right.

I don't pretend to understand it but I'm sure you do Marjorie.

Say something Marj.

Uh... words are not necessary with someone so charming.

I'll see you two downstairs.

Mr. President.

Thank you Mr. Kennedy.

Mr. President Kennedy.

Marj.

What's the matter with you?

Did you see what just happened?

Ah sure did.

You completely froze.

We interrupt this broadcast with this breaking news report.

At the 3N anchor desk is Jules Levine.

Good evening.

3N has received an unconfirmed and I stress unconfirmed report that John F. Kennedy,

35th President of the United States,

has died at his estate in Massachusetts apparently the result of natural causes.

As details come in 3N will bring them to you.

President Kennedy who recently celebrated his 83rd birthday

was last publicly seen at a gathering held on...

I have just received word that President Kennedy's youngest son James

is going to make a statement.

At the Kennedy compound in Hyannisport is 3N correspondent Maureen Ray.

Maureen can you hear me?

Yes I can Jules.

As you can see the press is here in considerable numbers.

Now the last few days have been filled with rumors that John Kennedy was not well

and was confined to bed.

All three Kennedy children have been seen

arriving here at the estate with their families

and a result of their...

James Kennedy and Janice's wife are now approaching the microphone.

My brother and sister have asked me to make a short announcement.

Tonight at 10.35 p.m. our father John F. Kennedy died.

His death was peaceful and as he wanted it with his loved ones at his side.

The Kennedy family is saddened by his death and mourn his passing

but ask the nation to celebrate his life.

My father's last request was that there not be a public funeral

but that his remains be placed beneath the surface of the moon

by the lunar colony that bears his name.

Thank you. Thank you. Good night.

John F. Kennedy is at rest 240,000 miles from the planet of his birth

and on a world that he made possible.

We ask you to look to the skies tonight and remember him.

Look to the skies.

They were actually able to do it.

Raymond, you have got to come see this.

It's incredible. You've got to see this.

You've changed the eyes. I have?

They're not so... Not so what?

They're not so sad.

How could you be sad on a night like tonight?

Let there be light.

How does it feel to be king of the world?

Being king would be a demotion.

Didn't you get enough oxygen on your last moon trip?

The script revisions you gave me last night.

What, is there a problem?

Yes, for starters, I've got a real problem with their reality.

Oral sex in the Oval Office? Who's going to believe that?

If I put it in one of my films, the public will believe it.

This is totally outrageous.

Listen, sweetheart, I never said we were making a documentary.

What we're doing here is visualizing the myth of RFK.

We are recreating the legend.

This scene isn't exactly mythic.

The Kennedys could use a little sex to juice up their image.

But JFK just died. I don't think his family will be thrilled.

I'm not in the business of pleasing the Kennedys.

Mr. Roberts' office. Who's calling?

It's John Lennon. Collect.

Figures.

John, Pally, how's it going? How's Cynthia?

Cool.

Hey, uh, what's a good word, my friend?

Come again?

You realize that my film will give you the chance

to resurrect your career,

don't you maybe get the band back together again?

Did George Paul and Dingo... Ringo agree?

You guys are making a serious mistake here.

Yeah, well, I do.

Loser.

Trouble in the kingdom.

Oh, the fucking Beatles won't give me the rights to their story or their music.

What are the Beatles? 60's rock group.

Never heard of them.

They were pretty big in Europe for a while.

They were on the Ed Sullivan show once, but nobody here seemed to give a damn.

So why do a film about a bunch of losers?

Why not do one about the Mother Russia Five?

Well, it's been done to death.

The Beatles were actually pretty good, but the kids just couldn't relate to them.

And now...

I got to find a project of my own to relate to.

Mr. Attorney General, Lieutenant Kaminski...

Is the mine ready? Yes, sir.

Please put this on. Why is this necessary?

Uh, pretty much to protect your clothes if you puke, sir.

More information than I needed. Let's go.

It's an honor to have you fly with me, Mr. Kennedy.

Just get me to Fort Worth as fast as you can,

preferably in one piece.

That's what I'm paid to do, sir.

Mr. Kennedy. Mr. Hill.

How was your flight, sir?

Just fine if you enjoy vomiting at 1,200 miles per hour.

Clint, what the fuck is going on?

Something pretty damn scary, Bobby.

Morning, Bobby.

We had a, uh...

rather unusual visit today.

Mr. Hill!

Jackie!

Don't be afraid. Please.

Morning, Bobby.

We had a, uh...

rather unusual visit today.

So I gather.

Morning, Jacqueline.

Robert?

So, uh...

You're the man of tomorrow.

Is that who you are?

Yes. Yes, I am.

But not tomorrow. I'm from... Spare me the crap.

Listen, Bobby, I didn't bring you here because I think it's crap.

Jack.

I don't know how this guy got in here,

what sort of magic tricks he's been playing on you,

but I am not gonna buy into this absurd story.

Robert.

You haven't seen what he showed us.

No, I haven't, but it's preposterous.

No, it isn't.

It has to be.

Jack, I realize I may be a little pissed because I had to

go through the most frightening ride of my life to get here.

And I may be a little irritated because this character

was somehow able to get into the presidential suite.

And I know that I am very, very angry

because he was allowed to stay here

with President Kennedy and the First Lady.

That was my doing, Bobby.

And you've allowed him to stay in this, uh...

this outfit,

which seems very suspicious and possibly dangerous.

Show him.

Los Angeles?

Yes.

Shit.

Blessed Mary.

This was awaiting you five years from now.

Five?

How is this possible?

And this was to happen today.

A man named Abraham Zapruder

filmed just as the assassins struck.

You, uh...

you know who's responsible for this?

Yes, Robert.

I do.

With her watching.

She understands, love.

Shit. Oh, I got it.

Hello?

Who's calling?

Pardon?

Who is this?

You're right.

If this is you, then why don't you give me

your number and I'll have him call you back.

What's up?

I'm calling some joker's bluff.

Just a moment.

Ray?

It's James Kennedy.

From Dallas, Texas, the Flash.

Apparently official.

President Kennedy died

at 1 o'clock Central Standard Time,

2 o'clock Eastern Standard Time

some 38 minutes ago.

The time is close when everything changed.

History is primed to go down a path I won't allow.

Why not?

Why not?

Robert, he's here to save Jack's life.

But why?

I want to know what's in it for you, what motivated you.

Not everyone is motivated by personal gains, Robert.

Yes, they are.

In one form or another.

Sometimes it's just not always that obvious.

To satisfy my obsession with undoing an incredible wrong,

that's my motivation.

How charitable of you.

- Robert! - Check off, Bobby.

Look, Jack, we don't know who this guy really is.

Dammit, Robert.

Can't you see he's from another time?

Okay, I'm starting to come around to believing that,

but we still don't know who he really is.

For all we know, he's some George Wallace of the future.

I'm the man who wanted to spare

the Kennedys, the horror of this day.

And if it wasn't for him,

you saw what would...

Jackie, all I am trying to say...

So you're the inventor of time travel?

Yes, that's me.

The Christopher Columbus of time.

What about other time travelers? The other ones?

There are no others.

For now, if you could see my world,

you would agree at once

with my decision to come back and change history.

Tell me about your world.

There's not enough time.

That's odd. I would think that a time traveler would have all the time he needed.

Are you mocking me, Robert?

He's given us what we need to.

Information.

To survive today

and the years to come.

But we still don't know why.

To save your brother's life.

Is that not enough reason for you?

But why today? Why now?

Why just hours before this murder is supposed to take place?

Why didn't you tell us a few days or even a few weeks beforehand?

You're cutting it pretty damn close, friend.

The closer I am to the crime,

the closer you are to stopping them.

Now and forever.

Understand?

I have something else to tell you.

But only for the Kennedy men.

Meaning?

Only John and Robert must hear this.

Are you saying you want us to leave you alone

with the president and attorney general?

No.

I'm going to generate an electronic field that will surround us

and prevent you from hearing what we're saying.

Force field is the science fiction term for it.

No fucking way.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Kennedy.

It's quite all right, Mr. Hill.

Sir, I guarantee you that only you and your brother should hear what I have to say.

How about simply asking us to step out of the room for Christ's sake?

Oh, this is much too impressive a demonstration.

Especially for cynical Robert there.

Besides, it's more fun.

Let's do it.

That is, if it's all right with you, Robert.

Sure, why not?

Turning on a force field in the hotel taxis seems perfectly normal for today.

Bobby?

Mr. Hill?

Here.

Clint, Clint, I don't think so.

I cannot permit this to happen, sir.

Clint, give it to me.

You know how to use that thing?

With my friends, it's a job requirement.

Now what?

Walk this way.

We must open our eyes here, people,

and realize in a world of organized crime

white is black, black is white.

Now I'm not saying we must become them to defeat them.

However, we are indeed lost

if we are not prepared to look through the eyes of the monster.

Why do I always come off something so f♪♪♪ing holier than now?

Maybe it's because you are.

And you are?

Marguerite Bullitt.

Jack calls me Magic.

Well, he does now, Miss Magic Bullitt.

He does.

And he sent me here to show you my magic.

Well, how considerate of my dear brother.

Come on over here, Mr. President.

Let me d♪♪♪ your d♪♪♪.

I haven't had that offer since the Iowa campaign.

Your bosses forgot which candidate is now president.

This one is Bobby.

Phew.

We've just seen a scene.

A scene censored by 3M.

A scene, a censored scene,

from controversial filmmaker William Roberts' RFK,

the story of the 37th president's final victory

over organized crime.

It opens Wednesday in New York and Los Angeles

and nationally the following Friday.

Good evening, William.

Good evening to you, Joey.

Now, unless they've been hiding out on the outer planet somewhere,

you're no stranger to my viewers and, of course, no stranger to controversy.

Guilty.

Your motion pictures are considered milestones

in filmmaking, where you take events

from the everyday headlines

and craft them into cinematic masterpieces.

You know, it's no wonder I love you, Joey.

But now, before we came on tonight,

you told me you weren't here to specifically promote RFK.

No, that's right.

When I complete a film,

I think it's very important that it stand or fall

based on its own artistic achievements.

Now, take it from an old snake oil salesman.

A little publicity never hurts.

Well, Joey, I'm here tonight to give a little publicity to my next project.

- Which is? - November 22, 1963.

And what happened then?

Something strange and unexplained

that's been hidden from the American people.

Hidden?

Such as?

Well, for one, I spoke with a retired Air Force officer.

He was a pilot.

And he told me, he testified to me, that he was given orders

to secretly fly Robert Kennedy from Washington to Fort Worth

on that very same day.

- The ex-president? - That's right.

Of course, then he was just the attorney general

and his brother John, the president, was also in Fort Worth.

He was scheduled to go to Dallas, but his trip was cut short dramatically.

And then what's significant here is that along the very same route

that the president's motorcade was to have traveled, there was gunfire.

Gunfire? How do you know this?

Well, when I was doing research for RFK,

I was in Texas and I happened to meet with a local Dallas newsman, Dan Rather.

- And what did this Radder tell you? - Rather.

Rather tell you?

May I have your name, please, sir, for the viewers of WFLO Dallas?

My name is Abraham Zapruder.

Mr. Zapruder?

- Zapruder, yes, sir. - Zapruder.

Would you tell us your story, please, sir?

I got out about half hour early.

I wanted to find a good spot to take some pictures.

And I found a spot.

It was one of those concrete blocks near the park by the underpass.

And there was a girl from my office right behind me.

And this was on Elm Street?

Yes, right where Mr.

Where the president Kennedy was supposed to drive by.

And we stood there maybe,

I don't know, half hour, 45 minutes, close to an hour.

- And then Marilyn, she asked... - Marilyn?

Marilyn Sitzman, my girl, my receptionist.

She yelled to a police officer, wait, where's the president?

And he said, he's still coming,

but it's going to be maybe another hour or so.

Well, president or no president,

I got to take care of business, you understand?

So I climbed down.

I let Marilyn stay, but...

So I went down Elm.

- South on Elm? - Yes.

Right by that little, you know, like hill with the wood fence atop.

Then I heard a shot.

- And you knew it was gunfire? - Yes.

So I started shooting, with my camera, I mean.

And then there were more shots from behind the wooden fence.

Yes, six, maybe eight.

I couldn't say for sure,

but the air was full of smoke and then I was shooting and then nothing.

Then this fella come out towards me.

He came up to me and he said, secret service.

- Secret service? - Yes.

- And did he have any identification? - He did, a badge.

He said he needed my camera.

- And did you give it to him? - I did, sir.

- And has the camera been returned to you? - It has not.

A brand new Bell and Howell, Mr. Rather.

So there you have it.

Possible gunfire and camera theft on the streets of Dallas.

For WFLO News, this is Dan Rather from Dallas.

Walk this way.

I want you to know about your second assassination.

Second?

Shit.

How can it be killed more than once?

After you died today,

the shock was followed by a profound grief for your family,

for you, the man, but in some ways more especially for the country.

Regret followed the tears when we thought we had lost our young, vital president.

You seemed to promise so much to the country that was now gone forever.

In fact, your administration began to be referred to as Camelot.

Camelot?

Yes, as if you were as mythical and wonderful as King Arthur.

Oh, God.

Jackie was the one who kept this image alive.

But then, as the years passed, another assassination took place.

An assassination of character.

Stories began to be told of the real Kennedy.

Your ruthlessness.

Your ties with the mob.

Give me a fucking break.

How can I think that with my brother busting the mob's balls?

Your faithlessness to Jackie and your constant affairs.

Would I be out of line, Jack, if I asked why?

Not at all, Norma Jean.

Then why?

I want you to take me back in time.

Sorry.

I never really studied with Einstein.

Norma Jean, tonight,

I want to see you as you were before we met.

Happy birthday, Mr. President.

And the purpose of this little demonstration, Mr. Hoover?

I would not define evidence of the President of the United States

having carnal knowledge of a harlot actress

as a little demonstration.

Jesus Christ.

And the stories grew until your legacy was soiled and discredited.

But now, now you have a second chance.

Don't let them destroy you again.

I've said enough.

Jack.

What did you see?

It truly was meant for me and Bobby.

Trust Jack on that one.

That's right, Joey.

Through the Freedom of Information Act,

I was able to dig up the long-forgotten Zapruder movie.

Which we're gonna show tonight.

Which the American people are seeing for the very first time this evening.

Well, without further comment, let's take a look.

The Zapruder movie.

William, I'm not sure what it is we just saw.

The late dressmaker Abraham Zapruder

captured with his amateur 8-millimeter camera a gunfight.

A gunfight in Dallas, November 22nd, 1963.

But he also captured something far more important, something far more significant.

Which is?

I'd like to roll the film again and I've asked your engineer to freeze frame 313.

All right.

Here we go again, the Zapruder movie.

All right, now zoom in from there.

No, up and to the left. Up and to the left.

That's it, hold it there.

There it is.

That's Bobby Kennedy behind the picket fence.

William.

William, I think you've gone too far on this.

Have I? Now, Joey, it's been confirmed that Robert Kennedy

was in Fort Worth that very same day less than 30 miles from Dallas.

So that Zapruder movie proves to us. It proves that...

What, William? What does it prove to us?

Just listen for a second, let me finish.

It proves that something happened in the Dealey Plaza November 22, 1963.

Something that the American government has been keeping from us for more than 37 years.

What? What have they been keeping from us?

Well, just think of it.

Why would this film have been locked up for so long?

I feel very strongly that there's been a conspiracy

that's been initiated and supported by Robert Kennedy

and his brother John Kennedy, the president.

The Kennedys were involved in a conspiracy?

- Well, is that so hard to imagine? - I mean, why?

You, you've always been such a strong supporter of the Kennedys.

What are they conspiring about?

Well, that's what my next film, November 22, 1963, will reveal.

The hidden agenda of the government and the secret history of the United States.

William, you are always provocative, always entertaining,

and I look forward with great curiosity to seeing...

November 22, 1963.

Till then, my friend.

Stay with us after a short break.

We'll be back with our next guest,

former Rhodes scholar William Jefferson Clinton,

now author of the sexy bestseller A Kiss Is Not a Kiss.

That's one great read, Joey.

- Sir, you have so many marvelous... - Toys.

Wonders. Marvels of technology.

There's so much you'll be able to teach us.

No, I won't be here much longer.

You're returning to the future?

There is no future.

The drift of time has been diverted.

A new timeline has been created, and the time I'm from will disappear.

- That means you'll... - Poof!

Oh, dear Lord.

But you've already changed history. You're still here.

History has changed, but it's not solidified.

When that defining moment takes place, new history will truly begin.

When is that moment?

12.30 p.m.

When the assassin's bullet shattered your skull.

When that time passes, the time of your death,

and you still live. Well then, I'm the one who will be history.

By saving Jack, that...

- that means you're going to die? - No.

I'll survive.

Or at least another version of me will.

You see, sir.

Just as you have a second chance, so do I.

November 22nd, 1963.

- It's my birthday. - Today?

When were you born?

Jackie?

Yes.

When I was a boy growing up in the 70s and 80s,

I wasn't very comfortable with girls, women.

I'm sorry.

No, it wasn't that I was afraid of them.

No, they didn't scare me.

It's just that they couldn't compare with someone I was reading about.

Dreaming about.

Even as a boy, I knew you were unique.

You inspired me.

You're the woman.

The beautiful woman..

who stood strong at the moment this nation could have been torn apart.

The woman... who experienced the most horrible event

and yet had the courage just hours later to inspire a whole nation.

You are Jackie Kennedy.

- You... you admire me? - Admired?

All right. Admired.

For the events that... that have not happened

and will not happen now because of you?

But you are still you.

And if I'm really honest with myself.

Maybe the reason I came back for all these years was to ask you one thing.

And what is that, sir?

Would you dance with me?

I would be honored... and charmed.

You've captured the eyes.

Even once you've looked through them, Robert, they burned right into your soul.

So, uh!

What is to prevent another man from tomorrow to invent time travel

and change everything around again?

Nothing.

- So that's to be our sword of Damocles? - Yes.

Jack, you were supposed to be in Dallas about an hour ago.

Press boys are gonna wonder what's going on.

Let them wonder.

An hour ago?

But that means we would have been in the motorcade.

Approaching Elm Street.

Now?

We don't even know your name.

No, you don't.

And I want it that way.

You understand why, don't you, Robert?

So, uh!

The time approaches in which we will be able to, uh, create our new future destiny.

- Is that right? - That's right.

Well, then I propose that we toast to our benefactor.

- Sir. - Jack.

To, uh!... You, sir.

For making this incredible journey.

To what might have been and what still may be.

Jackie.

Thank you for the dance.

Go see if you can scare me up

with Dr. Pepper and some of them honey-roasted peanuts.

So, the A-hole press has been informed we're going to Dallas.

That's right.

I wonder how Pierre's gonna explain it when we land in Washington

and I'm on the plane with the president.

Well, the press will believe anything you tell them, Lyndon.

You should know that by now.

What's the status of the cabinet?

Well, they were halfway across the Pacific when they got the word.

It'd take them about six hours to get turned around.

Their dogs will be dragging.

After the day I've had, I'm sure you'll understand, Lyndon,

if my level of sympathy for them is low right now.

Yes, sir, I understand.

Is Bobby gonna be a part of this little confab we're having?

Yes.

First he has some... business to finish in Dallas.

Regents, contact Salinger. He's still at work.

They have killed up till the press

that President Kennedy will be temporarily delayed in Fort Worth but will still be

- motoring through Dallas. - Done!

- Mr. Hill. - Sir.

How long will it take you to drive us to Dallas?

Well, sir, if I were doing the legal speed limit about 30 minutes.

And if you were driving to stop those who would plan to kill the president?

Then 10.

Okay, got it.

Get him! Bobby, get down!

Watch it! Go! Drop it!

Get him! Get him! Hold it!

Anybody else? Clear?

- Yeah. Are you all right? - Yeah.

Good God.

I want you to do a complete search on these guys.

Over by the fence, right there.

I want you to lock this area up.

All right. All right. Okay.

There! Get that guy's camera! Right there! Right there!

Richards, talk to me. Status report time.

I'm a patsy and whatever misdeed you find, gentlemen, think that I'm a part of.

I hereby demand legal representation.

Mr. Oswald, we found the rifle on the sixth floor

of the book depository that the police tell us can be traced to you.

I don't know anything about that.

We have two men under custody right now

who will claim that you were part of a conspiracy

to assassinate the president.

So you tell us what the hell is going on here and cut the crap!

I repeat my rightful request for legal representation.

Fuck you, sir.

Mr. Kennedy, it would be an honor, sir,

if you would allow me to get some answers out of this boy.

I'm familiar with southern persuasion, Bobby,

and I'll bet you five to one Oswald won't survive the night here.

And that's a bet that I'm not willing to take.

- Captain Fritz. - Sir.

My thanks to you and your fine men for all the good work that you've done,

but we're going to continue this interrogation of Mr. Oswald in Washington.

- Mr. Hill. - Mr. Kennedy.

- Escort the prisoner. - On what charges am I being held?

I demand my right to see an attorney.

Mr. Kennedy, I surely respect your position, sir,

but I do object to you removing the prisoner.

This matter clearly falls under the jurisdiction

of the Dallas police in the state of Texas.

So sue me.

Allow us, courtesy of escorting the prisoner to your vehicle?

Certainly, chief.

Jackie, where are you so lost in thought?

What are you thinking about?

Blood.

Blood and roses.

And my dress covered in your blood.

And the flowers that I was given are crushed, I've forgotten.

And me leaving Dallas alone.

That will never happen.

Jack, did today really happen?

Or was it a dream and I'm now standing in front of your coffin?

This, here now, is the reality.

My death and your seeing it is the dream, the nightmare.

No.

If it wasn't for him and his magic,

it was supposed to be my destiny to lose you today.

I see you murdered.

You're the one who prevented it.

Me?

You're the one who inspired the old man

to travel through time and sacrifice himself, not me.

He knew the truth about Jack Kennedy.

He came because of you.

You know that, don't you?

But...

But I don't understand it.

I do.

THE WARREN COMISSION REPORT

After 10 months of intensive investigation,

Chief Justice Earl Warren arrived at the White House today

to present to President Kennedy the findings of his commission

on the domestic and foreign activities of the Central Intelligence Agency.

Upon receiving the Warren report,

the president vowed to immediately review it

and implement the recommendations of the esteemed commission.

The Central Intelligence Agency is hereby disbanded.

And the purpose of this little demonstration, Mr. Hoover?

I would not define evidence if the president of the United States

having carnal knowledge of a harlot actress as a little demonstration.

You wouldn't?

I would not.

Well, then how about blackmail, you fat cocksucker?

I see no reason for continuing this conversation, sir.

Just a moment, Mr. Hoover.

Since you decided to make this audiovisual day, here's my visual.

What a small world it is.

My wife has a dress just like that in her closet.

I particularly like the picture where you and Clyde

are getting to know each other in the biblical sense.

These are fakes, forgeries.

My head's been pasted on someone else's body.

The American public knows that the Communist press

will go to any lengths to discredit me and...

Oh, damn it, you know damn well those are real

and you now have two minutes to promise me

that you will have all, and I mean all, of the slime

that you've been collecting about the president in my office within the hour.

While those very charming and unique photographs

will be on the Huntley-Brinkley report tonight.

No, Mr. Kennedy, I think not.

It's apparent that what we have here is a Mexican standoff.

Oh, in what way?

Well, if you release these,

I make sure the American public hears these.

We both lose.

No. No, I think not, Mr. Hoover.

Because if you do that,

Jack won't hesitate for a minute to go on TV

with Jackie right by his side.

He'll admit that he's wrong and he won't avoid the truth.

He'll look America right in the eye.

He'll admit that he's screwed up

and he'll ask for their forgiveness and he'll get it.

Good evening.

Tonight, I come before you not as your president,

but as a man.

A man who has broken the covenant of his vows to his wife.

A man who has no excuse for what he has done.

I have asked Jacqueline for forgiveness

and she has found it in her heart to grant it.

I want the American people to know that my foolish,

reckless personal acts have ceased.

and I will devote myself completely to our marriage

and being the president you so rightly deserve.

Maybe it'll be Jackie who will go on

and explain why she's standing behind Jack all the way.

It is very disturbing for me to expose our personal agonies to the world,

but I feel it is necessary tonight in order to please ask

that you continue your trust, as I have, in Jack as your president.

He'll have the tapes.

Within the hour.

Yes.

And if by accident any of your collections should turn up,

rest assured that these photographs will be released immediately.

Understood?

- Understood? - Understood.

And one last thing, J. Edgar.

You now have exactly 24 hours to have your resignation on the president's desk.

Good evening.

Mary.

Yes!

Completely understand that.

I'll call you back.

If you do this, you'll be damned as a communist appeaser.

I really don't give a shit.

Look, at least wait until after the 64 election.

No, Lyndon, I have looked into the waiting graves

of 57,000 American boys

and I've been given the chance to let those graves remain empty.

To do anything else would be the greatest atrocity I can ever imagine.

One I am not prepared to commit.

- But it will be... - There will be no more discussions...

about military excursions into Vietnam. Is that clear?

Mr. President.

Jack, we both know that the military has a serious hard-on

to use those toys that a war in that shithole will bring.

And the fucking barons of industry

are salivating about the billions that it'll bring them.

Lyndon,

we will satisfy both of those hungers.

Two years ago, when I spoke to the class of 62,

I challenged them and the American people

to attempt the greatest adventure in which man has ever embarked.

To go to the moon in this decade.

And what will await us as a result of that epic journey

will be new knowledge for all mankind.

We will.

We must set sail on this new sea

not because it is easy but because it is hard.

Now I ask you to reconsider.

To redefine the world and to define that goal

as we venture outward toward that unknown celestial body.

Let us make the voyage to the moon a beginning,

not the end of a race.

Let it define the beginning of our ultimate destiny

to leave this world our birthplace

and to move outward towards the distant planets

and eventually the waiting stars.

This is our destiny.

A destiny that is not that of any one nation

but of all humanity,

because when we reach beyond this small planet

our national differences must be left behind.

So today,

I ask the citizens of the Soviet Union to join with the American people

in a crusade

a crusade of discovery one of wonder and adventure

that will take us and our children

to worlds undreamed of.

Mr. Khrushchev

Meet with me!

Next week.

To begin discussions as to how our countries

can finally, at long last, turn away

from the abyss of nuclear holocaust

and become one with the universe.

And to the class of 64,

welcome to the new frontier.

Mr. Meade.

Raymond. Ray.

Janice Kennedy.

Please, come in.

You're a little early.

I'm sorry, I'm usually right on time.

I just wasn't sure how long it would take to drive here.

It's quite alright.

James is in mother's studio.

I'll go get him.

Oh, please forgive the appearance of the house.

With father gone the family has decided to close the estate.

Too many memories.

Too many ghosts.

Souvenir?

I don't think I want to remember this.

It went okay.

Considering.

Come on! I'm 31 years old.

Time I did better than okay considering.

You will.

Van Gogh didn't sell a single painting in his lifetime.

This is your pep talk.

Let's get something to eat. I'm starving.

Um, I'm sorry but we've closed the gallery.

I know but our employer is outside

and she would like very much to see Mr. Meade's work.

Well I don't think tonight is a good night for that.

She's traveled quite a distance to be here.

Sure, no problem.

Thank you.

Would she like to meet the artist?

She already has.

She has? I...

I mean she's already very familiar with your...

your life.

She just wants to see your art tonight.

You just made a sale Mr. Meade.

5,437.

Babies.

Boy babies.

Born November 22, 1963.

My God.

Born in hospitals that report to the Fed.

We estimate at least another

1,100 birds that don't

and then there's the ones born at home

taxi cabs, corn fields.

You're right.

And we don't even know for certain he was born in the United States.

Robert.

In his timeline November 22nd was a day of horror wasn't it?

It indeed was.

Well then maybe his birth was premature brought on by the emotion of that day.

So in our version he might have been born later.

Yes.

Which means thousands more possibilities.

We'll find him once he's fingerprinted.

Just find him Robert.

Mr. Hill.

Come on.

What are you looking for Robert?

A way to pay back.

There!

We will find him Jacqueline.

Kennedy's always pay back those that help them.

And those who hurt them and those who can hurt them.

Is that what this is really all about Robert?

What do you mean?

Oh please spare me the naivete. I know how you think.

How you've taken on the role of brother protector.

And what you're doing now to the ones who would kill Jack.

Meaning?

Meaning you damn well know what I mean.

If this child grows up and discovers time travel

others might attempt to use his invention

to go back in time and allow the assassins to succeed in killing Jack.

But I swear to all the saints Robert

I will not allow you to murder him.

The one who came back.

I love.

The one who saved my husband's life

and made this baby growing inside of me possible.

Oh Jesus Christ Jacqueline

I'm not some biblical zealot out for the blood of the newborn.

No but I am talking to a Kennedy.

And what does that mean?

Family above all.

And Mr. Kennedy?

Yes.

The first lady's escort has arrived.

Thank you.

Well, Robert?

The child will not be hurt.

Now and forever?

Forever is a very long time.

Don't you dare play word games with me.

I know the degree of truth the Kennedy men tell their women.

We will watch over him and protect him Jacqueline.

I swear by your saints.

Thank you.

My love to Athel and the children.

Mother got the eyes right?

Yep.

Really?

There you go.

Ready?

You're getting to be such a big girl.

Daddy won't be able to do this too much longer.

Yes you will because you're the strongest daddy in the whole world.

Right mommy?

What have you been telling this child?

The truth.

Caroline, go help Nan take care of your brother.

Mommy wants to talk to daddy.

A-okay.

How did she get to be so big so fast?

Time does that Jack.

And that's why I want you here with us.

To see her become a woman.

That is the plan.

To have many many grandchildren gathered around me.

Sobbing.

When I shuttle off this mortal coil.

But you have such horrible enemies Jacqueline know what they're capable of.

Thanks to that Lee Oswald.

And him.

Yes, him.

The man of magic.

Thanks to them I now know who my enemies really are.

And now with that old Queen Hoover gone.

Barbie and I have the resources to fight them.

Or to destroy them.

Jackie.

Those who would think nothing of murdering me in front of you will be stopped.

How?

By any means necessary.

Jack don't become what they are.

How could it with you and the children looking after me?

The theory of time slowing down in direct proportion

to the rate at which an object accelerates.

Was finally proven by the placement of atomic clocks in orbit above the earth.

So class.

Strange as it seems.

An astronaut returning to earth.

Will actually have aged less than the people here below.

Mr. President.

If the fires of civil unrest have indeed not yet been extinguished.

Then is it not our obligation to all the people.

To examine why those seeds of discontent continue to nurture.

Clearly.

- Mr. President. - Mr. Hill.

We got him.

Good morning America.

How are you?

Come on.

We're messing around.

Let's do this.

Oh shit.

Smile where I can't get camera.

The kid got into the convenience store by tricking the alarm

system into thinking it was business hours the next day.

It would seem that our young friend is already interested in time travel.

Mr. President.

This kid is really screwed up.

And we could just let him sit in that Michigan shit hole

and there'd be nothing to worry about for a long time.

And you know.

Accidents happen every day there.

Mr. Hill.

I'm not sure I approve of the suggestion I believe you are making.

Sorry Mr. Vice President but I think we should consider it.

I agree with you Martin.

He will not meet with an untimely accident.

However his future is yet to be determined.

- There's more Mr. President. - What?

When we got the ID on him I did a complete background search.

Got everything we could on him.

Including his third grade artwork.

Oh my sweet Jesus.

We are at a crossroads here.

You've captured the eyes.

I want you to look through them Robert.

They're burned right into your soul.

- Jacqueline I've come here to... - You found him didn't you?

Yes, we have.

And have you decided what you're finally going to do with him?

How you're going to prevent him from discovering time travel?

No. Not yet.

Well I have Robert.

And it's right in front of us.

Well they've got the eyes right.

Mr. Meade.

How many of my paintings do the Kennedys have?

Mother brought quite a few.

Enough to keep my career afloat?

I wouldn't say that.

- Mr. Kennedy. - James please.

Mr. Kennedy what the hell is this all about?

- Well that is the question, isn't it? - And the answer is?

For starters this isn't the first time you've met a Kennedy is it?

In position.

I take it you recognize me?

Yeah. Yes, Mr. President.

Good.

Then you understand that my being here has to be of the greatest importance.

Do you Raymond?

I do but.

But what?

But how can I have be important to you?

Well that's an enigma you'll probably never unravel.

- What? - Never mind.

Raymond I'm here to tell you something that I've uh.

Well that the Kennedy family has wanted to say for 16 years.

Thank you.

For what, sir?

Well that's part of the enigma.

Let's get practical.

You're probably wondering what the hell is going to happen to you.

- Right? - Right.

Well, Raymond. Your old life is over.

What began as the worst day of my life.

Ended with the President of the United States

telling me he was giving me a second chance.

My record was white plain and...

There was enough cash waiting for me to pursue the arts.

I thought that I'd either gone to heaven or crazy.

I walked away into the night not knowing why my life

was now moving in this new unexpected direction.

After I was born mother became devoted to painting.

She became quite good I think.

I once tried to convince her that I wanted to be an artist like her.

But she knew the truth of my motivation.

Great way to get girls to take their clothes off for me.

You know look don't you think it's about time that the powerful Kennedys

let me know why they're so damn concerned with my little insignificant life.

Yes I agree.

Mother always wanted to tell you the truth.

But Uncle Robert convinced her and dad that that wouldn't be for the best.

- The best for who? - For the country.

- For the Kennedys. - What are you talking about?

Well but now with my parents both gone it's me who deals with Robert.

And I've decided that you should know the truth.

About why we've watched over you.

- And bought my paintings. - Yes.

Mother loved your work. She truly did.

Dad thought it was a bit too abstract for his taste.

Raymond I want you to know the truth about your life.

Why you're here today.

And why Uncle Robert stepped in and interrupted your old career.

And breaking and entering.

Mother said you weren't very good at that.

She always knew that the arts were your true passion.

Always knew huh?

Mother always knew.

And Kennedys always pay back.

And I most of all owe you Mr. Meade.

We interrupt this regularly scheduled program

to bring you this special announcement.

Dallas Texas.

A report that something has occurred during President Kennedys motorcade.

that the Presidents limousine has unexpectedly

left the route to the Dallas trademark where the President was scheduled to speak.

There are unconfirmed repeat unconfirmed reports.

That the secret service unit guarding the President and First Lady.

Has notified Parkland Memorial Hospital to be

prepared to receive the presidential party.

We now return to one heart of love.

We'll interrupt as events occur.

Surely Steven you understand the awkwardness of the position you've placed.

Awkwardness Catherine. You can sit there and speak of awkwardness.

When you know fully well that you are the one

responsible for the collapse of this family's unity.

Me?

Oh you poor deluded...

CBS News has now confirmed that President Kennedys limousine

has arrived at Parkland Memorial Hospital in Dallas Texas.

Local correspondent Dan Radder is standing by at the scene.

What can you tell us Dan?

We're not exactly sure as to what has happened Walder.

We do know that President Kennedy and the First

Lady were on their way to the Dallas trademark.

Mr. Kennedy was here to fulfill his promise to return to the city

after canceling his previous scheduled visit of 9 months ago.

Now on Elm Street near Dealey Plaza the Presidents limousine abruptly accelerated.

Broke ranks from the motorcade and headed for Parkland.

There were reports that the Secret Service radioed

ahead to have an emergency medical team standing by.

That appears to be correct which leads this reporter to conclude

that something very unfortunate very tragic has occurred.

Somebody is coming out of Parkland we'll try to get you closer.

I have an announcement at 12.30 this afternoon.

Let me make the announcement please.

Ladies and gentlemen first let me apologize

for any confusion or chaos we may have created.

But on approaching the trademark my wife Mrs. Kennedy

asked us to change plans and to proceed with great vigor

to Parkland Hospital to prepare to greet the newest member of the Kennedy family.

Weighing 8 pounds 8 ounces with mother doing

wonderfully was born James Robert Kennedy.

Who do you think I am?

You Raymond are the man who saved my father's life

and touched the heart and soul of my mother.

You're him.

And standing by at Parkland Memorial Hospital

in Dallas Texas is correspondent Dan Radner.

In a few moments we expect to see President Kennedy

escorting Mrs. Kennedy with their newborn son James.

Young James was born four days ago when

I've just been informed that President and

Mrs. Kennedy are about to leave the hospital.