August 6, 1962. In San Francisco, Ethel hears the news of Marilyn Monroe's death on the radio and rushes to tell Bobby. He's shaken. Meanwhile, in Italy, Jackie is at dinner with her sister and a group of friends who gossip about the murder. Jackie gets indignant and storms out. Lee finds her, and they share a sister moment. Jackie says a little too firmly that she doesn't blame Jack. Lee whips out a few bizarre aphorisms. Jackie decides to go home to Jack. October, 1962. Time for the Cuban missile crisis, kids. If any of you don't know what this is about, shame on you, and go read a history book. Jackie and Jack are being all lovey-dovey in the crisis. She brings him clam chowder, and then Jack takes her out to a balcony and confides in her that the Russians are building missile bases in Cuba that could reach the entire Eastern seaboard. Ruh-roh. Jackie asks if there will be a war. Jack doesn't know; some of his advisors want him to bomb Cuba immediately, but he knows if he did that Russia would use it as an excuse to declare war. He wants to run a blockade of Cuba. Jack tells Jackie to beat it on out of town, but Jackie gets all Tammy Wynette. Reenactment of JFK's news conference declaring a blockade of Cuba. Ethel does some the Slow Morality Waltz about living under the shadow of the bomb. Ethel then does a double-time version of the Exposition Foxtrot and tells some random hanger-on that she can't leave, and Jackie certainly can't evacuate the White House because the country would panic. Please! You're telling me that JFK's press corps could keep it under wraps that he stuck his little President in more tunnels than an Amtrak train, but they couldn't sneak one First Lady into Hyannis? Fancy dinner. Everyone's tense. Jackie makes a little speech where she oh-so-modestly mentions Eleanor Roosevelt and that she hopes she can be half as much help to Jack. They lock eyes and share A Moment. But that's quickly over as we cut to the next scene, which shows the news. The Russians backed down. Go USA. Yippee! Oh CRIPES. Then we get the cheesiest shot in the world of baby Caroline Kennedy petting her puppy. It's almost an eerie rip-off of that Reagan "Morning in America" nuclear-scare ad he ran during his first presidential race. JFK, Raybans on, smiles indulgently. Jackie drapes an arm around him. Yikes -- okay, now that the missile crisis is over, how 'bout the impending ozone crisis, what with Jackie using three cans of Aquanet per day? The producers then get a guilt complex and try to shoehorn in a little history about a secret deal the Russians and Americans made to get rid of some of each other's bombs. Jackie says she's proud of him. They share Another Moment.