Bobby

It's June 4, 1968, the day of the California Democratic Presidential primary. At the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles, the campaign headquarters of New York Senator Robert F. Kennedy's Presidential bid, optimism rises as many see him as the savior who can get the United States out of its current troubled times, especially a war that the public doesn't want and thinks it can't win. In addition to the those working on the campaign, others at the hotel are dealing with their daily lives which reflect both the troubled times and the hope and optimism of the campaign: a young couple about to marry as part of the anti-war effort; hotel staff dealing with race relations among their own, specifically between whites, Blacks, and Mexicans; hotel staff dealing with marital relations among their own; senior hotel staff chatting about the twilight of their lives over games of chess; those looking forward to what they see as Don Drysdale's inevitable record-breaking sixth consecutive shut-out at that evening's Dodgers game; a couple of campaign volunteers feeling guilty about getting high versus doing their volunteer job for the day of convincing a couple of hundred people to vote for the Senator; a Czech reporter wanting five minutes with the Senator for a good news story for her Socialist newspaper; the hotel's diva-ish alcoholic entertainer and her husband contemplating her professional future; and an upper-middle-class New York City couple more concerned about public perception than the realities of their marriage. But all hope for a bright American future comes to a halt at 12:06 a.m. on June 5, 1968.