Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Queen Mother] She's covered in her husband's blood.

Mrs. Kennedy may have dazzled in Paris,

He called me this morning to tell me some of the things

has administered the Last Sacrament of the Church

First Lady-- Mrs. Kennedy.

to keep Nkrumah away from the Russians and in the Commonwealth.

...I don't mind telling you,

to a cripplingly shy person ending up in this position.

And I was trying to compete.

The Russians', ma'am.

some foolish comments

[TV reporter] ...to visit the faculty of medicine in Paris.

It's true. At a state dinner you could've expected to sit

-[Macmillan] No wonder the Cold War... -[Jackie giggles]

Yes, well, I wasn't asking about the food.

-And it's all thanks to you. -They're ready for you.

[party chatter continues]

Is it possible to think you could be marginally less excited?

less than 100 minutes

-[dogs whimper] -[Elizabeth sighs]

[crickets chirping]

-[camera shutter clicking] -[man] Friends...

This way, Mrs. Kennedy.

you saw the First Lady at dinner recently.

-No. -[Philip] What if I'm requesting her too?

At a social occasion, shortly after our last visit,

[Elizabeth] What about Patrick?

making every other African leader choke with jealousy.

You remember my grandson, Daniel, ma'am?

I must say, it did seem a little unkind.

[sighs] You did exactly the right thing.

Oh, goodness! [laughs]

The word is that, behind closed doors in Vienna, Khrushchev humiliated him,

That makes two of us.

-[car braking] -[car door slams]

without a place in the modern world.

Prime Minister.

[Porchey] Quite extraordinary.

We encouraged the Americans to go back to Nkrumah.

[Jackie] Thank you.

investitures and the taking of royal wedding photographs.

-[Daniel] Can I help, ma'am? -Oh. Thank you.

Those who understand the strategic importance of Africa

I like my own company. And to be alone in the countryside.

I could let it out a bit, ma'am.

Downing Street have asked us... begged us, not to make it a state dinner.

I looked like an old woman.

Relax. It's not like you'll run into her in Glen Ora.

[typewriters click]

[Jackie] Not Glen Ora, no.

-[TV static noise] -Oh... No!

-What? -Leading us a merry dance.