(I "Our Day Will Come" by Ruby & The Romantics)
I Our day will come
I And we'll have everything
I We'll share the joy
I Falling in love can bring
I No one can tell me that I'm too young to know
I I love you so
I And you love me
I Our day will come
I If we just wait a while
I No tears for us
I Think love and wear a smile
I Our dreams have magic because we'll always stay in love this way
I Our day will come
(sighs)
Look at that. It must've rained all night.
- Wouldn't you know it? - Come on back to bed.
- I am not gonna be late. - Won't take long.
Oh, I know, honey.
I wonder if they're up yet. I can't see her get-tin' up too early. Can you?
Course, he gets up early. They had that in Life magazine.
Caroline and John-John come in to play.
Christ, Lurene.
I haven't even had my coffee yet.
I Our dreams have magic
I Because we'll always stay
I In love this way
I Our day will come
Creep!
Hold on. Hold on.
God!
- Oh, be careful! - I am being careful, Mrs Heisenbuttal.
I don't think that really hurt you.
Ray!
Come on, honey! There's gonna be traffic!
I'll help you, I'll help you.
Careful, now.
Wanda, watch your head.
OK.
- Ray! - I'm cumin' , I'm cumin'.
Can you get this?
Yeah.
- Mom in' , Mrs HeisenbufiaL - Mom in'.
- Excited about seeing your president? - She's real excited.
Thank you very much for let-tin' your wife take me out there, Mr Hallett.
It means so much to you, we couldn't say no.
We're gonna be late. Hon?
(I band plays "Hail to the Chief")
(crowd cheers)
We have a brilliant sun, and it has turned into a comfortable situation
for the hundreds of people who came here to Dallas Love Field to witness the arrival
of the president and his first lady.
They are walking along the line of fans
shaking hands.
Excuse me! Excuse me! Wheelchair!
Excuse me!
- I'm sorry. She's paralysed. - I am not!
Excuse me.
- May I help you, ma'am? - Oh, thank you.
She's a lifelong Democrat. She still follows every time.
She's been bumpin' my feet against everybody!
Thank you so much. This is the high point of her life.
(man) Let us through, please.
Thank you. Thank you.
She doesn't have much time.
Come on, Jackie.
Jackie! Jackie!
- Is that Johnson? - Who cares? Doesn't she look wonderful?
I have the pattern to that suit! We have the same taste.
Oh, please God, please shake our hands.
Jackie!
My bag! My bag!
Lurene, my bag's gone!
- I told you to keep it on your lap! - My bag is gone!
(crowd chants "Jackie! Jackie?)
What a beautiful suit! Oh, I love that coat.
(band strikes up)
Get out of my way!
Mrs Kennedy! Wait! Oh, my God!
Did you get the bag?
I'll keep it this time.
- You spoke to 'em? - They seemed like a very nice couple.
(siren)
(honks horn)
- Watch out! - Oh, God.
What's the matter with him?
(siren)
Some-thing's wrong.
(siren)
(car horns)
(radio) "clearing today with a 4% chance...
"the president was shot, and as his car followed the presidential limousine
from downtown Dallas to the hospital,
Senator Yarborough told newsmen that he heard three shots.
He did not see where they came from, but he thought he heard three.
He then saw a Secret Service man beating his fist on the president's limousine.
Senator Yarborough told newsmen it was too horrible to describe.
Bu! he did tell reporters
that both Governor Connally and the president were gravely injured.
He said that the president appeared to have been shot in the head.
Senator Yarborough was three cars back from the president's car.
His limousine followed to the hospital.
He only saw the attendants at the hospital carry the president...
Lurene!
At the airport in Dallas and throughout the streets of Dallas
the Dallas police have been augmented by some 400 policemen
called in on their day off
because there were some fears and concerns in Dallas that...
that there might be demonstrations at least that could embarrass the president.
Because it was only on October 24th
that our ambassador to the United Nations, Adlai Stevenson,
was assaulted...
Jackie's all right. He'll pull through, you'll see.
From Dallas, Texas, the flash. apparently official:
President Kennedy died at 1pm Central Standard Time.
2 o'clock Eastern Standard Time,
some 38 minutes ago.
Vice President Lyndon Johnson has left the hospital in Dallas.
But we do not know to where he has proceeded.
Presumably he will be taking the oath of office shortly
and become the 36th president of the United States.
President Kennedy, at Dallas airport this morning. was cheerful. waving...
And now, the casket carrying the body of President Kennedy
is being transferred from the ramp
to a waiting ambulance there at Andrews Air Force Base.
What's that?
Oh, my God. It's blood.
- ...Blood stains there on her skirt. - Oh, Jackie.
Behind Mrs Kennedy you can see the late president's brother. Robert.
The ambulance is pulling out...
Guess I should've called when I heard, huh?
It's OK. I know you understand what they mean to me.
Sure.
This is a sad time for all people.
We have suffered a loss that cannot be weighed.
I can't stand him. I'm sorry. I never could.
It is a deep personal tragedy.
I know that the world shares the sorrow that Mrs Kennedy and her family bear.
I will do my best. That is all I can do.
I ask for your help.
Want me to take you out to dinner?
No. I wanna see where they're burying him. Boston or Washington.
What's the difference?
Uh... I got bean and bacon, and clam chowder.
What are the maps for, baby?
- You want 'em mixed or one at a time? - Baby...
All right, all right.
I think we should go to the funeral.
What?
The president's funeral.
You could be back to work by Tuesday or Wednesday.
I'm on call, like I told you.
Bob would cover for you.
It could be a second honeymoon.
Remember the cherry trees in Washington?
Be nice gain' up there again.
We deserve a second honeymoon after what's happened.
- I'll take you to New Orleans. - I have to see her, Ray.
He was my president. He was the only one I ever voted for.
Because he looked like a movie star.
It was more than that.
It was the New Frontier.
She got me through the baby. I'd be dead by now if it weren't for her.
Don't you talk like that, now.
You know, you can watch it on the TV. Get a better view, too.
You fix your own goddamn soup.
Anyway, I don't need you to come. I'll go by myself.
Dammit, Lurene, you gotta stop this crazy stuff!
You are not going anywhere!
And that's the end of it!
I didn't mind you driving my car to the airport to watch 'em come in.
And you didn't take that old lady. It was the other way round.
But this here... this is crazy.
And I can't let you do it.
I'm put-tin' my foot down.
You go too far, is all.
Well, thank you for your opinion and your sympathy.
- If you're finished spittin' all over me... - Jesus H Christ!
And I wish you'd watch your language, mister. Especially today.
Feel better?
(TV) Mr Kennedy's parents, Joseph and Rose Kennedy.
Are in seclusion tonight at their Hyannis Port. Massachusetts. home.
They learned the news of the assassination of their son
from a workman at the house who heard it over the radio,
and they immediately went into that seclusion.
Attorney General Robert Kennedy, the president's younger brother.
Was having lunch at his Washington home when the tragic news reached him.
The president's other brother, Senator Edward Kennedy. was in the Senate.
When word of the assassination reached him, he rushed out.
He and his sister, Mrs Eunice Shriver,
later flew to Hyannis Port to be with their parents.
(PA) Greyhound 176 for Memphis. Nashville. Washington.
Baltimore, Philadelphia and New York, boarding immediately from gate 12A.
Honey...
Go ahead and eat it. Don't play with it.
Once we get on that bus, it's gonna be a long time before you get something else.
(sighs)
Don't do that.
- He should have waited till you sat down. - It's all right, ma'am.
What a sweet little girl.
I'm afraid she's half-asleep already.
- (woman) It's poodle cloth. - (Lurene) Poodle cloth! I've heard of that.
(woman) It's very fashionable in New York, I understand.
- And I love your suit. It's so pretty. - Thank you. I made it.
- No! You couldn't possibly! - Well, I did.
- I can't sew a bit. - I could teach you.
All right. I'll see you up the road.
- Want a section? - No, thank you.
Operator, I understand why the circuits are busy.
I am calling back. Would you just try to call again?
Good morning.
- Doesn't say where they're burying him. - I heard not till Monday.
They'll lay him out in the White House or someplace for a day or two first.
- Butterfingefls a nickel, right? - Yeah, a nickel.
Just a minute, baby.
Can I help?
- I'll take your little girl in with me. - We don't want to put you to any trouble.
No, it's no trouble at all. I gotta go in there anyway.
(PA) Greyhound 176 to Memphis, Nashville, Knoxville, Roanoke,
Baltimore, Washington, Philadelphia. Newark and New York.
Thank God. I thought she was put-tin' down roots.
You OK in there, honey? ls there paper? There's never paper.
(toilet flushes)
Ah!
There you are.
That woman next to you didn't even wash her hands. Can you believe that?
She's on our bus, two seats up on the right.
Has a big fat purse on the seat so no one can sit next to her.
That kind of person really gets my...
Thank you, ma'am.
- What's her name? - Jonell.
Oh! Jonell, you've got a pretty name.
Let's see. I bet that's Joan Ellen, right?
It's just like me. I'm Lurene - Louise Irene. I just ran it together. Don't know why.
- Does she know about the assassination? - Yeah. I talked to her about it.
Cos she seems so quiet.
I think that's how children handle things. They go inside.
I love children. I lost a baby this summer, just like Jackie.
I'm sorry.
My husband says I talk too much about it.
Continuation of Greyhound 176 to Memphis. Nashville...
Well, if you'd like, send her over on the bus to me. I'll read her the comics.
...boarding immediately.
We should get back.
Excuse me. What time do we get into DC?
They told me in Dallas, but I don't get the same thing from this.
Monday morning, 3am.
Oh. That's cut-tin' it close.
Maybe I ought to just forget seeing him there and go straight on to Massachusetts.
The president. I'm going to the funeral. If they ever figure out where it's gonna be.
(sighs)
It won't be in Massachusetts.
Washington. Probably Arlington.
Oh.
- Where's that? - Just across the river in Virginia.
- It's the national cemetery for veterans. - That makes sense. He was a war hero.
Yeah, I heard that.
- Are you going too? - No. We're just going home.
It's gonna be a hard Thanksgiving.
He did a lot for the Negro.
Right.
Hey, you want this? I'm finished with it. It's got lots of pictures.
Oh.
OK.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
(radio) Arrangements are underway for the burial of the president
in Arlington National Cemetery.
Ma. an]?
Ray?
(gasps) Oh, jeez, you scared me.
Just like the bogeyman.
We're coming up to Spring Creek in ten minutes' time.
Oh. Thank you.
This whole thing's just got me...
I just keep thinkin'...
maybe it's all... not real.
It said on the radio that they're gonna bury him at Arlington.
Well, you win.
That's my husband Ray.
It's his trophy. Like a prize.
It's hard to see. It's a little man with no clothes on, bowling.
And... oh.
That's Hazel. She owns the beauty parlor I work for.
That streaky part's a rinse I tried. And that's me.
I know. But the dress looks good.
Excuse me, ma'am.
That's enough now, Jonell. Don't bother the lady.
She's too quiet to be a bother.
I was the same way at her age. Wouldn't open my mouth to anyone.
Maybe she'll grow out of it too.
Come on, baby. You can stretch out in the back.
Here, hon.
Let's go.
- Thank you again. - Mm.
One good thing about a bus, it puts you right to sleep.
- Excuse me. - Oh.
I can never sleep in a car.
Ray, my husband, he has a nice car, but he couldn't come.
He wanted to but, you know, work and all.
Isn't it sad, what happened?
Every time I think of poor Caroline - she turns six next Wednesday.
- Isn't that sad? - Yeah.
Yours is about six, isn't she?
I almost had a little girl but...
Oh. I told you alrea... I'm sorry.
That's OK.
I only know her first name.
Johnson. I'm Paul Johnson.
I'm Mrs Hallett.
(horn honks insistently)
(honking)
Driver, on your left!
(bus honks)
- (man) No, no, no'. - (woman screams)
(honking)
- (Paul) Are you all right? - Yes, I think so.
Thank you.
You OK, hon?
Oh, my God.
Now, what exactly did you see?
I was asleep. Mr Johnson, though, he must've seen it coming.
- Any chance of a lift? - Sorry. I'm turning off just up here.
Thanks anyway.
I don't see him anywhere.
Oh. Mr Johnson!
What are you doing? They told us not to leave.
Here's your doll, honey. She's fine. Not even a scratch.
She was just sit-tin' on the floor waitin' for me.
What's he want?
- I told him you saw everything. - Shit.
They needed witnesses. Just tell him what you saw.
- Identification? - Sure.
Paul Cater."
Didn't you say Johnson?
Oh, uh...
I always get names wrong.
Hm.
That school bus there, that's taking you all to the bus depot in Readyville.
The lieutenant's on his way there.
I wanna see you there, boy.
- What time does this one get into DC? - About 11 o'clock on Monday morning.
OK. Thank you.
11am. That's OK. That's good.
What are you doin', honey?
Tell me, sweetie, is your last name Johnson?
I guess your daddy's playing games on me, huh?
I don't know what to believe any more.
They killed the president.
I almost shook his hand, and they killed him.
And I'm lying to the police and people are lying to me and...
my husband's ready to divorce me and...
I can't do this. I can't do this any more.
Sorry, honey. I'm just a little sad, that's all.
Did your mama die?
No, honey. I'm just a little sad about...
the president and all.
Well!
You do know how to talk, don't you? Hm?
That's good, honey.
That's nice.
Now we don't have to be shy any more.
Did your mama die?
You poor thing.
(sighs)
Here I've just been blabberin' on, feelin' sorry for myself.
Come on. We got some time before the bus.
Want a Coca-Cola?
Come on.
- So when did you first see the car? - I was in the back of the bus.
We know that.
There you go.
Let's get our picture taken. Want to?
OK. Come on.
- That's a 1960 Chevrolet... - A white Chevy.
Oh! That's a good one of you.
I knew my eyes were closed.
Honey, you got some blood on your head.
How come we didn't see that?
Come on.
(detective) From the back of the bus you witnessed a 1960 Chevrolet Impala,
which you referred to as a "white Chevy",
attempt to pass, and then eventually pass, a 1962 light-green Pontiac or Oldsmobile.
- Ow! - Where?
Are you hurt over here too?
Let me see.
OK.
You're making an assumption that the pickup was attempting to avoid a collision
with the 1960 Chevy Impala.
At this time you hollered something - you don't recall what - to the bus driver.
Who is he, Jonell? Huh?
Now, honey, I'm your friend. OK?
Is Jonell your real name?
OK. But it's not Johnson. Is it Cater? ls Jonell Cater right?
No?
I told you, I went up the aisle to bring my little girl to the back of the bus.
Mr Cater, the Tennessee Highway Patrol
did not send me all the way out here in the middle of the night to play games.
Now, we will have a complete statement from you of everything you witnessed.
You understand me?
- Yes, sir. - That's good.
- Long distance. - Operator, this is an emergency.
How may I help you?
Who do I talk to in Dallas about a kidnapping?
- Where is it you wish to call? - Dallas, Texas.
Hold the line, ma'am, and I'll connect you.
(ringing 90119)
Hello?
(man) Federal Bureau of Investigation. Please state your name.
- Lurene Hallett. - Ma'am?
All I wanna know is if you have a little Coloured girl missing.
I don't wanna cause any trouble. I just...
Anyone report that? About five years old?
Yes, ma'am. Could you please give us a number you're calling from?
Let me see.
KL5-6422.
Look. There's a little Coloured girl here.
She's travelling with a Coloured man and I think there's something wrong.
- Who did you call? - Excuse me?
Just then, who did you call?
If you must know, Mr Cater - if that's who you are -
I tried to reach my husband.
If it's any of your concern, which I'm sure it's not.
Well, I guess me and my little girl will be on our way now. Thank you.
She says she's not your little girl. And don't you pull her away.
There's people all around here, and I will scream. I swear I will.
- She spoke to you? - Maybe you told her not to, but she did.
Didn't you, sweetheart?
Well, she did before.
And her name's not Cater or Johnson and you're not her father.
I am her father, Mrs Hallett. She just doesn't understand that yet.
She's confused.
- Her mother died suddenly... - I know.
- I know about the bruises, too. I saw 'em. - What else have you seen?
Have you seen her run from me? Have you seen her pull away?
Let her go. See who she comes to.
I've seen you act like a guilty man. That's what I've seen.
Honey...
Tell this lady who I am.
When did I bring you the doll? Remember Monday?
And this. Remember I showed you these that day?
Huh?
Who is that, huh?
Is that Mama?
Who hurt you, honey?
Was it this man?
No.
I took her from the county home. Somebody there beat her.
I don't know who, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna leave her there till I found out.
I can fight for her better back home on my own ground.
So now, Mrs Hallett, if you would just leave us alone, we'll be fine.
It's just, when I saw the bruises...
(phone rings)
- Oh, my God. - What?
The phone.
That's the FBI. I gave 'em that number and they're callin' me back. Oh, mister...
Hello.
Kidnapping? You got the wrong number. This is the Readyville bus depot.
You're from the FBI? I reckon you guys are pretty busy down there this week.
- Mr Cater! Mr Cater! - Shh!
I heard that policeman talking. You gotta get outta here.
It's all my fault.
- I panicked when I saw the bruises. - OK, OK.
If I asked you to watch Jonell, would you do it and not make any more phone calls?
Yes, of course. I mean no, I'm not gonna make any more calls.
Honey, I want you to stay with her. All right?
- Maybe if I tried to explain things to 'em. - When we're gone, explain all you want.
Right now, just get my suitcase and meet me over there. OK?
Honey, do you know what his suitcase looks like?
OK. Come on, we gotta go faster, OK?
(PA) Ladies and gentlemen, we regret the delay.
We are announcing the continuation of the service to Nashville, Knoxville...
Greyhound regrets the inconvenience.
Hey. WW'-!
We're looking for a tall Coloured man with a little girl. You seen 'em?
Come on, come on.
(PA) Last call for Knoxville, Roanoke and Washington DC. Last ca...
I can't stay any longer, see?
I gotta be someplace.
He'll be right here, honey.
- You're not scared, are you? - Why?
You call me at this number.
Just dial a zero and say it's collect. OK?
If anybody hurts you, or anything.
I'm gonna put it in your pocket.
(PA) Last call for Knoxville, Roanoke and Washington DC. Final ca...
Folks,
didn't anyone on this bus see where the Coloured man with the little girl went?
Who's miss in“?
That white woman. Very friendly with them.
- Do you know her name? - No, sir.
Sort of skinny. Very blonde hair.
There's her suitcase.
Take off.
Where were you? You made me miss my bus.
- I never stole a car before. - You stole it?
- Anyone see you? - No, but they checked the bus for you.
Look at that. She's out like a light.
Of course, she's had a long day.
(car rattles)
It's OK. You can go faster now.
- What is it? - 40... 41.
- That's it. - (sighs)
- Couldn't you steal a good car? - The one next to it wouldn't even start.
Where'd you go lookin'? A repair shop?
(car rattles)
You're kiddin' me!
And you're floorin' it?
(both sigh)
I wanted to buy a car like this but Ray wouldn't let me.
They got this cute little glove compartment.
- Come on, out. - What are you doin'?
Somebody'll be here sooner or later. You can wave 'em down.
- You don't wanna get mixed up in all this. - I'm not mixed up in anything.
Look, I didn't ask you to get this car.
But seeing as you did and you made me miss my bus...
I didn't "get" this car. I stole it. That's a felony.
It shouldn't be if it can't go over 40.
And kidnapping. My God, woman, you got the FBI down on my ass.
Now you'll be an accessory to kidnapping and car theft. Is that what you want?
What I want, Mr Cater, is to go to my president's funeral.
What I want is to go to that rotunda
and file past that caisson or coffin or whatever it is and pay my respects.
How can you even think of set-tin' me down here, Lord knows where,
after all I have tried to do for you and your little girl?
- I didn't want to say this, but you owe me! - Owe you? Jesus! Owe you?
And I know you're going to Philadelphia, so don't try to tell me it's out of your way!
When I saw you bearing down on me in that bus, I knew I should've run.
You can't be nice to some people. You try cos you feel sorry for 'em.
- Sorry for me? - Then they keep doggin' you till you...
Look. This is not gonna work. You gotta get out.
I'm just thinking about what's best for you.
Yeah, and it's for my own good. I know. I hate it when people tell me that.
Sometimes they're right. Come on, out.
I know your name, Mr Cater. And I have just memorised your face.
And the licence plate on this car has two eights and a two in it.
The way I see it, you don't have a choice.
- You can catch the bus in Knoxville. - Thanks, but no thanks.
I ain't doin' any felony accessorising just to sit in another damn bus.
Mr Hallett?
We'd like to talk to you about your wife.
(Kennedy commentary on radio)
(runs engine)
The casket will be carried to the Capitol...
UK?
Shut off the engine.
Well? Can you get it to go any faster?
I can try.
They're taking him from the White House to the Capitol today.
I guess a lot of folks from around here'll be up there already.
Why'd that be?
Less than a day's drive, for one thing. And, well, he did a lot for your people.
Take a look around, ma'am. Look like he done much here?
Jonell! Now, you be careful!
- Man, I got no luck with cars. - Mm-hm.
Yeah, well...
There's bad luck that you run from
and bad luck that you bring along with you.
Hell, man, I only have to put up with her as far as Washington. I might hold out.
You must be crazy, man.
You got a white woman ridin' in your car around here,
you best have her ride in the back seat.
(Paul chuckles)
That's an idea. As long as I have one of those little wind-up windows in the back.
- Cos I tell you, the bitch can talk. - (both laugh)
You know, it's a wonder her name ain't Niagara Falls.
She just runs like water. Keeps running.
Busiest mouth I know.
Quack-quack-quack-quack.
(men continue to talk)
I sure hope your luck changes.
Thanks, man.
Can we just go now, please?
I thought the Negroes liked President Kennedy.
- Some did. - You didn't?
Nothing against the man. I just don't expect much from white folks.
Oh.
I think that's pretty prejudiced, if you don't mind my saying so.
I don't mind.
I There was a bird
I The prettiest little bird that you ever did see
I And the bird's in the nest and the nest's on the branch
I And the branch is on the limb and the limb's on the trunk
I And the trunk's on the tree and the tree is in the hole and the hole is in the ground
I And the green grass grew all around, all around
I And the green grass grew all around
I There was a bird, the prettiest little bird that you ever did see
Haven't you ever heard that song, honey?
(Lurene sings and Paul joins in haltingly at first)
I And the green grass grew all around, all around
I And the green grass grew all around
(both sing robustly)
Ray hates to travel. He says it puts too many miles on the car.
We went to Mexico once.
But he thinks he's found the centre of the universe on the living room couch.
That's the trouble marrying someone you grow up with.
You think you know 'em so you never ask 'em things.
Like "Is it OK if I work?" or "If we don't have kids...
what do we talk about for the rest of our lives?"
Or "Are you gonna want creamed corn every night?"
There you go.
Thank you.
Why didn't you marry her?
I asked her to. But she knew I really didn't want to.
You didn't?
You see, I was going back to the service,
for the pharmacy training program me.
That's what I have on my mind when Reeva says she's pregnant.
Well...
I didn't even think about being a husband, never mind being a... being a father.
She knew that, and...
she turned me down and went back home to Dallas.
Didn't it kill you, knowin' she was growin' up somewhere and you not seein' it?
- I had other things on my mind. - Sure. I can see that.
Look, I'd do the same thing again.
It's crazy to think that if I hadn't let her go we'd all be together and she'd be alive.
You got anybody now?
No.
A good-lookin' man like you? How come?
I just don't have anybody right now, that's all.
Must be lonely.
Anyhow, I think she's the spit of you.
This looks like a good spot. OK?
OK, I'll cover you with this thing. I won't even look.
Honey, go on. No one's gonna see.
OK. I'll go too. Watch.
Mr Cater, would you go round to the other side?
Now we squat down.
Look at that here!
- How far is Tazewell? - 45 miles, maybe.
I know people there. Hazel Spokes. Hazel at the beauty parlor.
Tazewell, Virginia. I remember now. They could help us maybe.
- Why would they do that? - Why not?
Assassination or not, this country's full of good, trusting people.
Besides, we don't have to tell 'em the truth. Jonell!
(blast)
- What's goin' on? - Car trouble.
Can we hitch a ride with you into Tazewell?
Just what's your business with him?
(Paul) Stand back, baby.
He gave me a ride.
Where are you from, lady?
Much obliged, gentlemen, but I'm gonna get this car going real quick now.
Thank you anyway.
(Paul sighs)
- Can you fix it? - Maybe.
You know what? It'd be quicker if you go up the road and stick your thumb out.
Nobody's gonna pick up the three of us.
Go on.
Well...
I'll come back for you.
- You'll wait? - Sure. We'll be right here.
I'll be back.
Can you help? I need to hitch a ride into Tazewell.
- Hop in. - Thank you.
Let's go, baby.
We've got to go on, OK? You gonna be a big girl about that?
You going away too, Daddy?
No, baby.
Daddy's gonna be right here with you.
Daddy's never gonna go away again.
Come here.
Baby, I want you to get in here, lie down, and don't look up, no matter what.
You understand me? Don't look up.
- Where's the woman? - She got a ride into town.
- Where do you think you're goin', boy? - Just let me go about my business.
(arguing continues)
Hello? Mrs Enright?
Hello?
(dogs barking)
- Who is it? - Mrs Enright, it's Lurene Hallett.
I'm a friend of Hazel's. I work in the shop.
Is it something with Hazel?
No, no. I saw her Friday evening. She's fine.
Um... I'm just passing through and...
Oh, my dear. You're the girl that lost the baby, aren't you?
Mrs Enright, please, can I use your phone?
(phone rings)
- Yeah? - Ray, honey? It's me.
Jesus, Lurene! My God! Where the hell are you?
Ray, I'm fine. I'm in a real hurry.
The FBi's been here. They told me a Coloured guy grabbed you off a bus...
That is not true. I'm just hitchin' a ride with him. That's why I called.
- You're hitchin' a ride?! - It's only till tomorrow.
He's gonna drop me in Washington.
What the hell is going on? What are you doing?
I'm going to the president's funeral. What else?
And... I was just wondering
if maybe you could get me some money here somehow?
- Isn't there some way to do that? - You listen to me, Louise Irene.
Call the police, then run. They'll hunt that nigger down and you're in the line of fire.
For God's sake! You don't wanna help me, fine.
I must've been crazy to think you would.
- I'll call you from the motel. - What motel?
Where we spent our honeymoon.
- Didn't you read my note? - I read the goddamn note!
Maybe if you'd come with me, none of this would've happened.
You'd better get your ass back down here.
- Or I swear to God, I'm... I'm... I'm... - You're what?
I'm gonna take you to some doctor for your head.
Is everything all right?
Do you have a car?
Mr Cater!
Jonell!
Let me talk to her first. She didn't expect me back till day after tomorrow.
Mrs Enright, it's me!
- Well, Lurene, did that car let you down? - Oh, no, no. Um...
Well, I'm glad you changed your mind. We don't get much company.
- Um... - (dog barks)
I'm Paul Cater, ma'am. This is my daughter Jonell.
Come on in.
- (TV coverage of Kennedy) - Such a sad weekend, ain't it?
They're taking him from the White House to the Capitol now.
- I don't want to be any trouble, ma'am. - The iodine is in the front room with Cal.
He don't speak much. That's where the stroke got him.
But he hears you if you speak up.
Where is the doctor's box, Cal?
- Maybe I can help find it. - You might just look over there.
Lee Oswald is being transferred...
Do you know my daughter too, Mr Cater?
No, ma'am. I'm not from Dallas.
- Is this it? - Good.
- There he is. Lee Oswald. - (gunshot)
He's been shot! He's been shot!
- Lee Oswald has been shot. - Oh, my God.
It's absolute panic,
absolute panic here in the basement of the Dallas police headquarters.
Detectives have their guns drawn.
Oswald has been shot.
There is no question about it. Oswald has been shot.
Pandemonium has broken loose. It is almost unbelievable.
It's... almost unbelievable.
Mrs Jacqueline Kennedy and her daughter are walking up to the casket.
This will be her last goodbye for today.
And now Mrs Kennedy and Caroline are walking slowly past the crowd.
Past President and Mrs Johnson and the distinguished members of Congress
and the president's cabinet and justices of the Supreme Court gathered here.
Mrs Jacqueline Kennedy and her daughter Caroline
leave the Capitol rotunda and building on their way back to the White House.
(sighs) We better get you fixed up.
In a few minutes, the public will begin filing past the casket.
I don't know when we started killin' people to solve things.
- I didn't know we stopped. - Mr Cater.
I wonder if your daddy would let you come upstairs with me.
There's lots of my daughter's old toys up there.
Thank you, ma'am.
Do you like dolls?
I believe that we can find you a little girl up there.
(sighs) I don't know how Jackie's bearing up.
Well...
(Paul winces)
Sorry. It's gonna pull a little. I can't help it.
Oh. (tuts)
First time I saw her, she... kind of grabbed me.
I'd be eatin' and imagine her eatin', or sit-tin' in the bathtub or...
just walkin' down the street, and I'd think of her doin' that and...
be OK.
Sometimes Ray'd say something and I'd pretend it was Jack. (giggles)
It eased me. You know?
See, I don't get ordinary life.
When I went to Mexico that time with Ray
and everyone was talking Spanish or Mexican -
that's what the newspaper and the signs were in, and...
I loved him that weekend. I almost felt that.
Cos he wasn't understanding it either, and I thought "Honey, now you know."
I guess you think I'm crazy.
No, Lurene. I don't think that.
It's a policeman.
Mrs Enright?
Who's in here?
(Lurene) Hi!
- Can I help you? - Is Mrs Enright in?
Oh, she's upstairs lyin' down. I don't want to wake her.
Well, we're lookin' for a nigger, ma'am.
He's kidnapped a little girl and a white woman.
A white woman? You sure?
Yeah. FBI report. She's a Dallas woman.
I got her name here somewhere.
She tried to report him, so he took her too.
Oh.
We're just hoping we're not too late. You know what I mean?
Oh, yeah, sure.
- Well... there ain't no niggers here. - He is in the area, ma'am,
cos a car he stole from Tennessee was found out on the 621.
A farmer and his son was tr yin' to help him. He nearly beat 'em to death.
Who's down there, child?
Carl Swinson, ma'am.
He pulled up here, I said to myself
"Jackie, my God, it's the police! What's happened back home in Fredericksburg?"
But he's just lookin' for some niggers. I told him we ain't seen any around here.
Ma'am, is that true?
If you're the Swinson boy,
you ought to know I can barely see my hand in front of my face.
It's the same thing your grandma had, only worse.
Now run along. I'm so tired, I'm fit to be laid out.
- Thank you, ma'am. - I'm sure he's gone by now.
Probably went back South to throw you off the track.
He won't get far. We got roadblocks up in three counties.
Thank you, Mrs Enright.
- I won't lie for you again. - They got it all wrong.
They'll have roadblocks from Lebanon to Blue field till the morning, I expect.
You and the child can sleep upstairs in Hazel's room.
Mr Cater, you can sleep in the barn.
- Thank you, but we'll leave tonight. - They got roadblocks!
I'll just get my things out of your car. Sorry for all the trouble. Come on, baby.
Let me fix the child something to eat before you go.
OK.
We'll be eta yin', ma'am. And we really do appreciate all you're doin' for us.
We can't leave yet. They're lookin' for you.
I didn't mean you. Just Jonell and me.
What about me?
You'll get to Washington. I'd bet my life on it.
- And what are you gonna do? - Excuse me.
If it's because I called you "nigger", I did it to throw him off the track. I didn't mean it.
That's a load off my mind.
Thank you for not meaning "nigger".
And thank you for not really meaning to put the FBI on my ass.
And for stickin' out your thumb and bringin' those crackers down on me.
But I don't feel like hangin' around for the next thing you'll be sorry for.
What about Jonell? Stay for her sake. Think of what's best for her.
- What's best for her is not your business. - It wasn't yours either till a week ago.
When you have a child of your own, lady, you can judge me all you want.
Till then, stay in your dream world where the first lady gives a fuck about you!
Go to hell!
I thought we understood each other. I...
We're both runnin'. We both want something more.
Don't you dare think that we're the same!
Being bored and being black are different. Do you hear that?
And your life in Dallas. Hell!
That's open air my child may never breathe. Free to live where she wants.
To drive north without hiding behind somebody's skirt.
Even free to grow up as bored or as stupid or as useless as any white woman!
We are not the same!
(sobbing)
You did what you could for us. I know that.
- But there's more harm than good now. - (sobbing) I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Don't.
- Everything's gone so wrong. - Shh.
(Lurene pants)
- That's the quietest child I ever did see. - Mrs Enright.
She wouldn't let me give her a bath or tuck her in.
Do you know what you're headin' for, child?
No.
Then I feel sorry for you. Sorry for your husband too.
I'll expect you all to be out of here as soon as it's light.
I'll bring the car back day after tomorrow, if it's still all right.
That'll be fine.
Or you can drive it on down to Hazel. It'll be hers soon enough anyway.
(Paul) No need for all that, ma'am.
We'll leave now.
The child needs her sleep. The first light's soon enough.
It's that first room upstairs on the right.
I left something clean for you to wear. An old dress of Hazel's.
Thank you.
- Good night, Mr Cater. - Good night, Mrs Enright.
Good night.
And Mrs Kennedy steps forward to light the eternal flame.
(bell)
Perhaps never in the history of the world have so many of the world's greatest...
- Yes, sir? - Name's Ray Hallett.
Mm-hm?
My wife check in yet?
Thank you, Mrs Enright.
You forget something?
Honey, I gotta stay here. OK?
Give me a kiss goodbye.
Come on.
What are you doin'?
They're lookin' for three. You'll be safer without me.
- Lurene... - I'll be OK with them about the car.
Just send me the money and I'll get it to Hazel.
Bye.
(car approaches)
I'll be right back.
(siren nearby)
We're almost home.
Do you realise the trouble you're in?!
You want everyone we know to read about you
hightailin' it around the country with some Coloured fella?
Oh, Ray, for God's sake!
Are you gonna shoot me cos I hitched a ride with a Coloured man?
No white people stopped. OK? What was I supposed to do?
I didn't know what I'd find up here.
Listen, honey. We gotta talk, I know.
Right now, though, I have me a real bad headache.
Some beer and a couple of Bufferin and I'll be fine. You wanna get me some?
What's out there?
I'm just tr yin' to see if we have a view of a monument or something.
Look, I'll get it myself. Just stay here and simmer down.
I'm not let-tin' you out of my sight, not for one minute! I know you, Lurene.
We are gain' on home.
From now on you're gonna listen to me like you should've all along.
You're lucky you're not in jail.
How would I know the difference between jail and what we have?
Don't! Let me go!
(screams)
No! Let me go!
(banging on door)
- It's the night manager, sir. - Don't... Don't.
(knocking)
Don't you say anything.
Excuse me, sir. ls everything all right?
I heard some screaming.
(Ray) Uh...
Yeah. It's... It's just my wife. She's upset because of the president and all.
Of course.
- Are you sure everything"; OK? - Everything"; fine, thank you.
This is the guy. This is the guy!
Paul, get out! Go! Take the car!
- Don't move! - Ray, please, listen to me!
- Jesus, Lurene! - (screams)
What did he do to you?
Do you think I'd let him touch me?
He gave me a lift, that's all.
Honey, you gotta let him go.
You know what people-WI say if you don't. That I took up with a Coloured man.
You said it yourself. The papers'll be full of it. I couldn't hold my head up!
You shoot him, you might as well shoot me.
- You're lyin'. - No! Honey, I wouldn't. Not about this.
Ray, he never touched me.
I felt sorry for the little girl is all.
Ray... I'll go with you.
Let him go.
I'll go back to Dallas with you tonight. OK, honey?
I give you my word.
Let this nigger go back to where he came from.
Oh, Lurene...
You're gonna pay for what you did to her.
Let's get out of here! Lurene, come on!
(police radio) White House security advises
Mrs Kennedy has departed Arlington grave site.
Mrs Kennedy en route back to White House. Please stand by.
All units near White House, White House security advises
Mrs Kennedy has departed Arlington...
He's inside.
- Oh, my God. - We just do as they say.
- Where are you headed? - Constitution. We turn off there, right?
Everything in the area of the White House tonight is being blocked off.
Oh, yeah, cos of all the diplomats and everything.
Thanks.
- Just right up the road. - Thank you.
(police radio) All units near White House, 1957 Chevrolet station wagon.
Two-tone, brown and white, Virginia licence number BDR...
The whole area around the White House is blocked off.
Come on, come on...
"529.
10-16. Negro man, Negro child, Caucasian woman,
wanted for 207 and possible 245.
This is a code 6.
Just keep going.
The area around the White House is closed off. Follow these other cars.
How's it going?
Just keep going. They'll never let you keep her.
- Lurene. - They're gonna put her back in that place.
Come on, honey. Hold on to me.
Hold it! Get him!
- Turn him around! - Hands behind your back!
Get him up! Turn him around here!
- Hold him. - Where do you think you're going?
Honey, if I let you down, can you run?
OK. Come on.
We have to go as fast as we can, OK?
(sirens)
(through loud-hatter) Stop right there!
Put your hands in the air and come forward.
Please, put your hands in the air and come forward slowly with the little girl.
No one is going to hurt you.
It's OK, baby. It's OK. They're not gonna hurt us.
Please. ma'am. Come forward slowly.
Put your guns down, please! You're scaring her! She's five years old!
No one is going to hurt you or the little girl.
Just keep your hands in the air.
Please. just do as the officers say.
(Lurene screams hysterically)
(Jonell screams)
Don't! Don't!
White House security advises Mrs Kennedy continuing north on 23rd.
Hold all traffic at Virginia Avenue and E Street barricade.
- Prepare to hold all traffic. - Ail traffic held at Virginia.
(children laughing)
- Hey, Vickie. How are you? - I'm fine, Lurene. How are you?
Oh, OK.
I told you I'd get it done in time.
I don't wanna go.
I know you're gonna miss Vickie, honey.
I will too.
But he's your daddy and he's been waiting for this for a long time.
Teresa's dad is in jail and he's never coming out.
Well, that's where you're lucky.
I got some-thin' else too.
For both of us.
See? It opens like a book.
Remember that night?
Mine's exactly the same.
You can put a picture of your momma and your daddy on the other side.
Here.
And I'm gonna wear mine all the time.
Maybe if you wear yours, we won't mind so much.
It just feels bad now, honey.
It'll get better. I promise.
UK?
Mrs Hallett?
Mr Cater.
They didn't expect you till tonight.
- She won't be packed. - I'll wait.
- You changed your hair. - Oh, yeah. Well, it's easier.
She's a little upset. You know. After a year you get used to your place.
Get to like it.
- Not every place. - Oh. No, of course not.
- How are you? - I'm OK.
Yeah.
I hate that word - "divorcée". I always have.
It's funny, sometimes I miss Ray.
He's livin' in Port Arthur now. Has a girlfriend.
- Uh-huh? -Yeah.
I read your letters to Jonell. I mean, she asked me to.
That's good.
Well...
I lie about it, Paul. You know, to the police, those people in there, everyone.
I just want you to know...
I've never been sorry.
Never.
I'm the same.
Well, I'd better go.
Bye.
(door opens)
Hi.
Hi, Daddy.