Love Story

- 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.